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Post by si on Mar 19, 2007 2:00:30 GMT -5
Osiris makes his way to the ring during a MM promotional show. He slides into the ring and calls for a mic. The crwod begins to boo, remember his words from Takedown days ago.
[glow=red,2,300]You know something people? I just realized something on the way here. It seems to me, that with all the skirt chasing I've seen so far in XWA, there's one man who's slipped under the radar since Night Of Champions. Xander Xavier Luther. The XWA National Champ. Wassup wit' that? He wins his lil' belt, and vanishes off, huddled under Hayley Jonas. Oh HELL no. XXL, You've rested up long enough, son. Time for you to knuckle up, chump. So bring ya' NFL playin' ass down to this ring, so I can school you up, Brah-man.[/glow]
Si lowers the mic, anticipating the arrival of XXL.
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Post by Xander Xavier Luther on Mar 21, 2007 11:43:32 GMT -5
As if on cue "Remember The Name" begins to play. Alston starts to nod his head as XXL steps onto the stage to the roar of the Miami crowd. Decked out in a stylish pinstriped suit (gotta look good for the people  ), he has the National Title in on his shoulder and a mic in hand.
Wassup, Miami?
*cheap pop*
Ya'll know that having this title still hasn't sunk in yet. But it's real...it's really real. Now, about you small fry...who're you anyway? That cat who came out here last week and talked the usual smack about how you're gonna come in here and do damage? How you're gonna make a name for yourself? You know that's all well and good, brotha...but everybody talks. You don't sound any different from O'Dell or Sylk or any other trash talking greenhorn who walks through the door.
Resting? Nah man...XXL was all over the contry last week doing PR for the XWA. That's a part of being the NATIONAL champion you know. It ain't just about bragging rights or holding a trophy that "symbolizes" that you're the best. The belt doesn't make the man, partner...it's the other way around, so you know what? Since the clause on this title is that nobody can be denied a shot at it, why don't start to be the man who makes thins belt. How bout you and me, tonight...in MIAMI...
*another cheap pop*
...for this here National Title. That's one helluva debut right there, huh homie?
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Post by si on Mar 21, 2007 20:46:24 GMT -5
Si raises his mic and responds to the champ.
[glow=red,2,300]Greenhorn? Da' hell is a greenhorn? Son, you been hangin' wit' that white boy to long. But that's aside from tha' point. The point is, not since that Phoenix cat has anyone eva' pressed you. Yea, I do my homework. I make it my business to know my opponents inside out. And I know ya' game. I know how you flow. I know that you're a strong dude. But so am I. I know you've got some mat skills. But so do I. But I do have somethin' that YOU don't. Style. The style needed to carry that belt, unlike ya' paper dry bland ass.[/glow]
Si mockingly points at XXL.
[glow=red,2,300]Just look at him. Ya' boy's got about as much style as 65 year old man. You got no edge, Luther. You're BORING. XWA doesn't need that in a champion. O'Dell, Ames. THOSE are champions. Because like 'em or hate em', they put these peoples asses in the seats. But don't worry, homie, Ima' relieve you of that "championship burden" on ya' shoulders.[/glow]
Si awaits XXL's response.
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Post by Xander Xavier Luther on Mar 22, 2007 8:28:18 GMT -5
You might have your "style" and all that my man, but the one thing you ain't gonna have tonight is this National Championship belt. You can have as much fun as you want trying to take it from me, though...but the only result that's gonna come of that is either me slamming you straight through the mat or spearing you out of your damn boots.
You wanna come out here and compare me to those two clowns? Let's get the details straight then. I ain't no wet-behind-the-ears greenhorn, and by the way that means rookie, partner...so I see that a decent education isn't on your resume either...
...anyway, I ain't no rookie who's got a chip on his shoulder cuz he came into this place and all of a sudden got himself a championship. Like I said before, the belt doesn't make the man, and of the three men who hold the singles titles of the XWA, only one of them realizes that. Those two toy-boys are going up against experience tonight though my man. Ryan Fierhart and Lucas Klash aren't newbies in this business, and neither am I. Tonight you're all gonna learn a lesson in humility, it just happens that you're gonna learn it a little harder then most, cuz I am a big guy, and we do tend to hit a little harder, just fair warning right there.
Adjusting the belt again, he waits for the inevitable response from the cocky newcomer...
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Post by si on Mar 25, 2007 11:42:03 GMT -5
Si shakes his head at the comments of the champion.
[glow=red,2,300]Chip on my shoulder? Nah, my man. I'm just real. Realer then you. Realer the most of those other chumps backstage. And real enough to know that you're a sucka ass champion. But don't worry, at least you'll have the hot piece of ass girlfriend to console you, cuz sunday night, The National title is comin' home with me. And that my man...That's real.[/glow]
Osiris lowers his mic and smirks, awaiting Luther's final reply.
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), he has the National Title in on his shoulder and a mic in hand.