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And1 who had a mysterious meeting with someone from the Bronx, had arrived at the arena, and been training all day. During a short break from training, And1 views and notices what Hitman has had to say about him. All And1 could do is laugh. Not only does he find what Hitman had to say a joke, but he notices a joke in the fact, Hitman has crowned himself "Canadian Champion". And1 takes a drink of Dasani water and then hears knocking on the door to his locker. He goes to answer it, and notices its Andy Blaze.

"What the hell you want?" says And1. Blaze replies, "Heard what Hitman had to say?" "Yeah, so what? He is a Canadian joke. He thinks he is hardcore but trust me, he aint anything but a little bitch boy." "I see how you feel, you know, I said before I don't think you can win, I still stand by it, but you know what I want to do at least kick that immigrant ass of his. He thinks he could beat me, that sh*t is wrong. We never fought! He can't say sh*t, but if you don't win, teach him a lesson. Okay Rookie?"

Andy Blaze pats And1 on the back and And1 just looks at the hand

"No problem" replies And1. "But, first I'm going to get out there, and set that n*gga straight." Andy Blaze says, "Whatever just don't do anything stupid."

And1 then put his water down and leaves the room.

Andy Blaze mutters, "I hope he knows what he getting himself into, he aint going to win. He aint going to win.

The camera shows the ring area for GDW...The Arena goes black. A demonic voice appears saying, " Straight Outta MuthaF***ing Compton.....AND1.....Bitch....". The arena lights with various white and gray lights, while the arena is still dark. We Aint by the Game and Eminem plays, and just as the bass is risen on the song, And1 walks out in black Dickies pants, no shirt, and white Air Force One sneakers. He walks to the ring, with a slight smirk. He then goes into the ring and grabs a mic. He clears his throat.

"Hitman, Hitman, Hitman...What a damn fool you are. I can't believe you think you have me beat. But you're wrong. You can't handle the power that I bring. I'm another hit. More like a miss, because you can't touch me. Wow. Hitman. That is so much bullsh*t. You know, you're beginning to entertain me, saying that you are now the Canadian Champion, explaining your wins and defeats. Well, first off, I bet you are the Canadian Champion. You're not the U.S Champion; you're just a fake wannabe to the US Title just like the rest of Canada. Or should I say...United States Wannabes. So, you can have your second-rate, two-bit championship. While I win the United States Championship, and give this beautiful country something to cheer about. Second of all, you saying "I faced Rayne, I beat Coral, blah, blah, crap, sh*t." You know, I don't give two pieces of sh*t who defeated or fought against. Instead of gloating, Id worry about whether



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