Rumble Pac's talk with azze

RP: Dude, calm down. lets take a walk.

azze: OK. Thinking: (WTF?)

RP: OK... My answer... no.

azze: Why not?!

RP: Well, for one... oh... how to say this... I got the...

azze: What?! The Army?! The FBI?!

RP: Not exactly...

azze: Then what?!

RP: 2 words: A...P...A Protection Agency!

azze: Awight! lets go get Beaveri!! *starts running to Beaveri's room, completley ignoring the fact that Rumble Pac said three words, not two*

RP: No... you see. I got them on you.

azze:

*Bradshaw and Farooq walk behind azze*

RP: Yea... I got a truce with Beaveri. I don't hurt him, he don't hurt me. I'm sorry, but I must honnor my previous contract. Goodbye, Mr. Bond.

azze: AHHHH... wait, WTF?

RP: Sorry, I always wanted to do that. Good evening Mr. Bond.

azze: I've had enough of this.

*azze runs toward to Rumble Pac. He is about to hit Rumble Pac with a chothsline when Bradshaw runs towards azze, hitting him with his arm while falling down, executing a MORTAL Clothsline to Hell.*

*Farooq then picks up azze, puts him on his shoulders, and slams him on the floor, face-first, executing a MORTAL Dominator*

*Rumble Pac goes up to azze, and takes his wallet. He hands it to the APA*

RP: That's all gentlemen. Here's your pay.

*The APA leaves*

RP: *To azze* Two words for ya... SUCK IT!

*Kuvey Z walks up to rumble pac*
Kuvey Z:hey, bro guess what!
Rumble pac: What? What did you do!
*Rumble pac rambles on about what kuvey z did*
Kuvey Z: Nooo!! i beat pts!!!
*Kuvey Z smiles happily*
Rumble pac: yea right
Kuvey Z: really! i'll tell you it was close.
*kuvey Z tells rumble pac about his match*
*both run into pts*
pts: hey Kuvey Z! good match!
kuvey z: thanks you were good too it was a god one!
*Rumble pac walks into his locker room getting ready for his match*
Kuvey z: good luck!
Pts: you too!