"Double or Nothin'..."

[Ron "Faarooq" Simmons]

As SNME returns from yet another commercial break we find ourselves staring at a randomly placed doorway standing tall in the backstage corridor, upon the window of the door is a sticker that simply reads APA. Cameras further venture to see the two subjects of the final commercial sit a room clouded by cigar smoke and sitting at a table riddled with empty cans of beer. Before us sit the two living legends, Faarooq and Bradshaw, the APA. The men puff on large cigars and can be heard arguing loudly over a game of cards as cameras begin to pick up sound as well.

Faarooq:
DAMN! A brotha can't get a good hand to save his life!

Bradshaw:
Ha ha! You can call me Bradshaw the Broom coz today I'm cleanin' house!

Faarooq:
Yeah, yeah.. Quit talkin' all that mess and deal, and double or nothin'... I need to win some of Vince's money from that beat down back.

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Faarooq begins rifling through the beer cans on the table in which they're playing cards before finding one containing the liquid spinach of the APA. Bradshaw takes a large puff of his cigar and begins dealing the cards while speaking.

Bradshaw:
Speakin of ass kickin's, don't we gotta match against Shamrock and Bossman not too long from now?

Faarooq:
What do you think we're warmin up for?

[/i]The two friends begin laughing loudly as suddenly approaching them is "JB" Jeremy Borash, who begins to question the members of the APA.

Jeremy Borash:
Hello gentlemen I had a few que-

Faarooq:
Boy what the hell do you think you're doin'!?

Bradshaw:
Kid you must be new around here but I thought everyone's parents taught them how to knock!

[/i]Bradshaw points to the door and Borash looks back at it with a confused expression. He turns back to the two men who's faces tell they aren't kidding and quickly exits the area, walking around the door to the front where he begins to knock.

Bradshaw:
Who is it!? HAHA! Come in here boy!

[/i]Borash now enters with a nervous expression, closing the door behind him and approaching the two men.

Faarooq:
You got off with a warning this time, but if you or anyone else for that matter tries comin' into our office without the decency to knock first... They gonna get an ass whoopin' free of charge! Now what you doin in here boy?

Jeremy Borash:
Well I-I-I came to get a word with you two about this week... After an impressive return victory over what's basically being called Mega Bucks 2.0, you were-

Bradshaw:
What'd you say? Mega Bucks 2.0? Boy for that to be possible Ted would have to be half of what his daddy was and Big Show would have to be half of what Andre The Giant was which Faarooq and me proved last week they aren't!

Faarooq:
And as for Shamrock and Bossman since I know that was your next question, they tried getting the jump on us last week until we showed them there ain't no jump to get! This week, they gonna have to face us man to man and we gon' do what APA does and beat some punk ass!

Jeremy Borash:
A-Actually my next question, was gonna be what the two of you were going to be doing about the impending lawsuit?

Faarooq & Bradshaw:
WHAT!?

Jeremy Borash:
You didn't know? Um... Well apparently you and SNME are being sued for... Drunk and disorderly conduct and assault...

[/i]Bradshaw and Faarooq look at each other in disbelief hearing of the charges for the first time.

Bradshaw:
Hold on, how is there some lawsuit you know about before we do huh?

Jeremy Borash:
I'm not sure but... well apparently last night after the show you two were in an altercations both with superstars backstage and with people at a near by bar...

Bradshaw:
Altercation? Look we beat Yoshi's ass because all that Jap-an-ese was pissin us off... Is it bad that we like people to speak English to us after we hit their car?

Jeremy Borash:
Uhh... I honestly don't know how to answer that...

Bradshaw:
You don't ya' moron! It's called a rhetorical question! Look we don't know anything about a lawsuit but you can bet your ass we're gonna get to the bottom of it![/i]

With that Bradshaw angrily puts out his cigar and storms out of the door slamming it behind him. Borash now sits alone with Faarooq who is still puffing on his cigar as Borash looks at him expectantly.

Faarooq:
Hey man, this is a Cuban...

[/i]Borash looks back to the door and the direction Bradshaw had left to then back to Faarooq. He repeats this again and as he finishes Faarooq stands to his feet.

Faarooq;
Yeah, yeah I'm goin too...

[/i]Faarooq takes a final glance of the cuban cigar he's being forced to leave behind then back to Borash. He looks back to the direction he must now travel seeing Bradshaw has not slowed his pace and is in the distance before once again staring back to the cigar...

Faarooq:
DAMN![/i]

With that signature expression Faarooq puts out his cigar in the ash tray upon the table and follows his partners path out of the door. Borash is now alone in the "office" of the APA and turns to walk away. He pauses, looking back once more to the direction the APA has ventured in. Changing direction he now instead exits through the door and heads the opposite direction as SNME fades to another commercial break.[/center]