So close, yet so far... (o2a)

[DARKSIDE]

Minion returns to the AWF arena on the night after Collision to face the fans and to seek his next window of opportunity. As the show comes back from commercial, Minion is already pacing in the ring as his music continues to play.

Minion gestures for the music to stop and he then raises his mic....

So....

It seems we had a bit of trouble in claiming the United States title last night. A shame that we did not win, and also that "brother" Chaos had to lose possession of it as well. Jackel?? BAH!! His victory will only bring more bragging and posturing as he take his little toy home to his "proud Papa".

Our time will come again. We held that title once before, and we WILL hold it again!

Suffice to say that Chaos has seen his share of Jackel's bullshit! We would almost be willing to offer our "one-time" tag team partner a place within SIN...but that is not OUR choice to make.

However, a choice does need to be made on another matter. Where do we go from here? No more title shots....and no desire to contend for any right now. We seek only to engage in combat....to sweep our enemies up in a whirlwind of blood and fire! To lay waste to any and all who find themselves standing in our path of destruction.

The choice....belongs to everyone in the back who is listening. We are proposing an open challenge. All you need to do....is accept it![/b]

Minion leans back against the corner of the ring, holding himself up with the top rope as he looks with interest toward the stage to see who comes out in response.....

[KraZ]

It doesn't take long for the song "Bagz" to come over the pa. The man that walks out is the stoner named, Trip. He has his bong and he makes his way to the ring. He does nothing more then look to the ring as he walks. He slides in holds the bong over his head. The crowd cheers, he then reaches into his pocket. Pulling a mic and a bag out. He looks over to Minion, then places the mic with a bag of weed hanging off it to his lips.
It seems, that we are once again in the same ring as each other. I want a shot at you again. I got to try and beat you. Dude, you have just owned me on most of our matches. There has to be a way for me to beat you. I mean, what will it take. So dude, let's throw down once more maybe we will find our way. But first let's smoke some of this killa green, dog.

[DARKSIDE]

Minion seems almost happy to see Trip has been the one to answer his challenge. His mind wandered back to their previous matches and he knew this was a good thing. When Trip mentions smoking some of his weed, Minion steps back and his lips curl in a threatened snarl...

Normally, Mr. Acid...we would take you up on your kind offer. Tonight, however, we must decline. You alluded that you have had some difficulties in defeating us in the past. This is true, but there must be some way to help you to do better. We dont want an easy fight with you, good sir. We want...a WAR! Something these people in those seats will talk about for years to come!

Perhaps, Trip...your edge will come not from what you smoke, but rather from what you do NOT.....smoke. This cannabis you indulge in is no doubt...how do you say? Some..."good shit"? But, it is not good for you in this ring. It disorients you and clouds your mind. You lack focus, Mr. Acid. You lack that extra bit of an edge that it takes to fully put us down for a three count.

Have your fun when the match is over. You can celebrate all you want AFTER you have conquered us. Refrain from poisoning your body and your mind for just one night...and face us in a more "sober" frame of mind. You may just shock yourself at how much success you will have. You may finally have those bragging rights and be able to say that you...Trip Acid....have finally beaten the almighty MINION!![/b]

Minion lowers his mic and locks his gaze onto Trip with a raised eyebrow of curiosity as to what Trip's reply will be....

[KraZ]

He looks at the bag, then at Minion. He looks to the bag again, then turns and heads out of the ring. He walks to the front row and hands the bag to a group of girls with Trip shirts on. He speaks to them which can not be made out. He re-enters the ring and walks up to Minion. He brings his mic back to his lips.
Only out of respect I do that. I will wrestle you clear minded. One on one, this shall be interesting. I have not wrestled sober in years. So, Minion what type of match shall be my first sober?

[DARKSIDE]

Minion sees that Trip is actually taking him up on his suggestion.

As he walks back and forth, Minion strokes his beard and thinks to himself for a moment on how to respond...

I know you...Trip. I know of your ways....and it takes some guts to what you just did. You do this out of respect for us?

Then, we return the gesture. Mr. Acid....in regards to our match...we will let YOU make that choice!

Whatever you choose....we will gladly give you the fight of your lifetime....and we wish you luck in facing us uninhibited.

May clearer heads....prevail, old friend![/b]

Minion lowers his mic as the crowd's reactions swell to an almost deafening level....

[KraZ]

He takes little time to decide. He quickly respones.

Why don't we make it something to remember. Lets make it a Last man standing.

[DARKSIDE]

Minion once again takes a moment to think, but soon raises his head and makes eye contact with Trip. A sadistic smile crawls across Minion's face and he reaches out, grabbing Trip's hand. He shakes it, with a nod and that same creepy grin...then simply turns, leaves the ring and makes his way up the ramp without a single word....