This means...WAR

[scott]

The theme of Scott O'Dell sounds over the PA, and "The man you love to hate" makes his way into Millennium Stadium. But Scott wasn't alone. Joined by Kwik Williams, the pair make there way to ringside with purpose in there eyes. Upon entry, O'Dell is handed a mic, and so it begins...

I bet each and every one of you British louts, and all you you cumps back home in the US are just loving the fact that I...Scott O'Dell have "fallen off the wagon" a bit.

His comment is met by a grandiose cheer from the London crowd.

Yea, live it up you cheeky sons of bitches. Because those days are OVER. Tonight is the night that things CHANGE in XWA. Tonight is the night that Scott O'Dell take backs the spotlight. MY spotlight. Tonight is the night that Scott O'Dell & Kwik Williams declare WAR on ANYONE stupid enough to get in our way. Ryan Fierhart, Van Hayden, Brian Yang...ANYONE. But wait, there's more. We're not going into battle alone. No no no, we've got someone who sees the same damn thing that we do. And that's that there are WAY to many guys in this company that's ALL TALK. I'm not even going to go into names. But this company has become over run with whiny, crying little bitches. A FAR CRY of what it was when I walked in the door. Well...

Tonight, we GIVE all you bitches something to cry about. But before I continue, allow me to introduce you all to our new "Brother In Arms".

With a sly grin, Scott points to the stage awaiting the arrival of there new ally.

[sab]

To the surprise of EVERYONE, out to the set comes Sabastien Gallas...

Roach: SABASTIEN GALLAS!!! NO WAY!!! Gallas and O'Dell...working TOGETHER???

Buzz: XWA's two biggest egos, and it's two biggest MADMAN on the same team? This is bad. VERY bad.

Gallas enters the ring, and he embraces his new allies with a handshake. Scott hands him the mic, and he continues where Scott left off.

In Los Angeles, My foolish Father thought he'd done something meaningful. He thought he'd crushed me. But he was mistaken. Because like the man standing to my right, Scott O'Dell, I may get beaten, but I...WE...are never out of the fight. As such, I've been reduced to that of a regular XWA Combatant. Very well then. Because that just allows me to take the HANDS ON approach.

Gallas pauses to take in the boos raining down from the crowd.

Mr. O'Dell, Mr. Williams and myself came to a mutual agreement. And that is that the XWA roster is flushed with WEAKNESS. Men un-befitting of being in the presence of such greatness as XWA's ONLY two time, soon to be THREE time World Champion O'Dell, a man who in his on right is DESTINED to be a champion as well Williams, and of course your's truly. So how do we plan on doing away with the weakness plaguing the XWA? BY FORCE. You see, you're either with us, or against us. And those who are against us shall feel our wrath. It will be swift. It will be cold. And it WILL be VIOLENT.[/b]

With his evil grin, Sabastien hand the mic off to Williams...

[wrath]

(i hope you dont mind me jumping in abit)

all of a sudden sabotage by the beastie boys plays over the PA system and the crowd are on their feet as joey curtis steps from the back with a look of puzzlement on his face

you..him...him...you..oh now i know why your always around those strong muscle bound men sabby..you play for the same team O'dell does..thats cool thats cool,its just a shock to see to of the biggest piles of bat guano in the same place

....but its good to know that now and not after im cleared to get into that ring and kick the...well since we are in london and things mean different things here...im gonna kick the cigarette out of you...

joey starts pacing on the ramp

now O'dell you say your Éclair war on anyone dumb enough to stand in your say...now you better to be the first then you ol buddy joey anit i right scooter?

[kwik]

Just as Joey finishes his impromptu comedy act, Kwik responds to his antics.

Hey now, everybody take a look. It's the LEADER of tha' XWA Jobber's union, The Local 123. *Hehheh* Scotty-boy's told me about you, and how much of a god damn JOKE you are. And seein' how yo' ass actually comes down to the ring DRESSED, I can see why.

Kwik mockingly point at him.

Ya' boy looks like he got kicked out of a damn Nirvana video. But I don't smell no "Teen Spirit", CHUMP. And ya' see, guys like you are JUST what we're talkin' about. Guys who are all MOUTH. Cuz LAWD KNOWS you aint about no action. Aside from gettin' yo' ass whooped on a bi-weekly basis. You know what you need ta' do? You need ta' turn ya' monkey ass around, go ya' monkey ass backstage, and go pick a fight with Chet Dixon. I bet even YOU can't lose to him.

Kwik laughs as he hands the mic back to O'Dell.

[scott]

Scott grins at the lashing being given at Joey's expense. He raises the mic to continue.

Nownow, Kwik. It's not Joey's fault his career is marred by FAILURE, after FAILURE after FAILURE. I like to think of him as being a cute lil' poodle. You know the kind...the ones with the nice puffy hair and the cute lil' pink bow on it's tail, trying to play BIG DOG in a junkyard full of PITBULLS. And what's more, is that he goes after time and again the BIGGEST dogs, and gets his ass ceremoniously handed to him.

Scott laughs as he could plainly see the agitation on Joey's face.

I mean, let's go over examples? How many times have you stepped in the ring with Main Event caliber talent? And how many of those matches have you won? DONUT. How many times has the World Title been right at your finger tips? I mean so close you could see your damn reflection in the damn thing. And what happens???

Scott wraps his hands around his throat...

Hell, while we're on a role, how many times have you stepped in the ring with ME and had your hand raised in victory? NONE. You sir, Mr. Curtis are who I like to refer as "Mr. Insignificant". The biggest waste of roster space in this company. At this point, they should be paying your ass in bandages and pain killers.

Scott takes a more humble tone all of a sudden...

Ok ok, that was a little cruel. I know. And I'm sorry, I truly am sorry...




Sorry that Higby didn't END your damn career so that I don't have to look at your ugly face anymore.

Scott continues to laugh, handing the mic back to Sabastien.

[sab]

Gallas was all smiles at the lashing O'Dell had given Curtis.

After that, there's really nothing I can say that Scott hasn't said himself. The very sight of you makes my stomach turn. And the fact that these peons AS WELL as the Board Of Directors and my idiot Father take such pity on your worthless hide. And the most you can ever do is make sophomoric jokes and come up with witty little names like "Sabastard". Childish. Simple. Unwittingly and indiscriminately STUPID. But what more could I expect from a Canadian. An imitation Frenchmen. The fact that you're country shares even a hint of history with my own is the most disgusting thing of them all. And yes, I WILL say that I regret I was unable to finish you off when I was in control...

But now I get to do so by my own hand. And I'm going enjoy seeing the agony in your eyes when I crush whats left of your pride, and feed your rotting flesh...to the WORMS.

[ryan]

Dude, that's gross...

To the stage comes Ryan Fierhart and Van Hayden. They take up spots on the stage on both sides of Joey and the crowd comes unglued. With a mic in tow, Ryan continues...

Ladies and gents, what can I say but...who DIDN'T see this coming? The old saying goes "Bird's of a feather, flock together". And we see it perfectly. Three complete and total EGOMANIACS. I mean united you guys have a bigger ego then Trafalgar Square.*CHEAP POP*And now all of a sudden, you're "declaring war". Wanna know what I say? I say FREAKIN' AWESOME, cuz you and me O'Dell, we've been at war since February. Solstice, I was hoping your ass would stand back up after I put my knee through your head, because I WASN'T DONE WITH YOU. But seeing as you have yourself a nice lil rich new friend, looks like I'll get my chance to finish the job after all. What say you, Van???

Ryan tosses the mic over Joey's head to Van.

[van]

Van reaches up and snags the mic from the air. He brings it to his lips to speak.

Whatsay me you ask? Simple. I say BRING IT ON. You see, while you guys might see this as a little coup between powers in XWA, you're nuts. Because while you guys might have your lil soldiers. Guys like Draco, The Colossus and whoever the hell else you might still be running with. SO DO WE. Ya' see, Ryan knew for a fact that there was gonna be something going down tonight. And me, I'm game for ANYTHING so long as it involves me kicking YOUR ass, Williams. So you fellas want a war? GLADLY. We're in a fightin' mood tonight, so we decided we'd come out here and invite ALL THREE of you jokers back to the ring tonight, for a nice lil ELIMINATION TAG MATCH. Tell em about, Ryan.

Van flips the mic back over to Ryan.

[ryan]

Catching the mic, Ryan continues.

I know what you're thinkin'. A 2 on 3 elimination match??? NOT A CHANCE. You see, me and Van have been brainstorming in the back who we could bring to the dance. At first we figured "Hey, why not Joey Curtis???" But the we remembered he's still not cleared to wrestle...

Ryan pats Joey on the shoulder.

...But we gotcha next time, Joe. Then I thought to myself "How 'bout Adam Devlin?" But he's set to hand your CYBORG Draco his ass tonight. Then Van here said "How about Jared Chase?" But I remember Jerry saying he had some unfinished business to handle tonight himself. Then...we figured "We've got it...KAYN!!!" But then we remembered Kayn's in a KoC title match, and good luck to ya', big man. So Van and me were plum running out of ideas. Then it hit me. There is ONE MAN backstage who we both KNEW would love NOTHING more then to come down to the ring, and but the boots to ALL THREE of you. Who you ask??? THIS GUY!!![/font]

Ryan sets up the arrival of the third man in there trio...

[wrath]

joey smirks as ryan and van stood beside him, the words of the 3 stooges just rolled off his back, joey just smirked and asked ryan without a mic

you dont mean...him do you? oh this will be great!

joey smirks and points and laughs at sab,o'dell,and kwik

[avs]

The man to step out unto the stage...none other then The Iron Giant...

LIEDHAMER

He stand behind the three men with his arms folded. Muttering not a word, he stares a hole into the three men in the ring.

Buzz: DEAR GOD!!! He...he's HERE??? JEEZUS!!! I thought that was a one time deal!!!

Roach: Ladies and gentlmen at home, the TV does this man NO justice. 7'2", 440lbs. A living, Breathing GIANT!!! I don't know where Gallas found him, but hot DAMN...LIEDHAMER's in XWA!!!

[scott]

As the crowd roars, Scott's eyes bug out of his head. LIEDHAMER??? Scott frantically replies...

Oh, you think you're a REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAL comedian, don't you? You wanna bring out a FREAK??? Y...you wanna play rough??? FINE THEN!!! Bring Sasquatch down with you. We'll lay all THREE of you out!!!

Scott looks to Sabastien and Kwik, who both had "concerned" looks on there faces as well. They had no idea that Fierhart and Hayden was going to pull a bonafide monster out of there hat.

Buzz: Looks like this little "War" just got one sided. This is going be one HELL of a fight!!!

[sab]

Usually NEVER at a loss for words, Sabastien is awe struck of the presence of the giant. He points at O'Dell and starts yelling at him off mic...

Buzz: Looks like O'Dell and company might be eating there words after tonight's finished.

Roach: More like they'll be eating fist & foot burgers to me. And with no Draco to bail any of them out, thing aint lookin' good for them at ALL.

The camera switches back to the quartet on the stage, focusing on Liedhamer as the show goes to break.

The End.

(OOC: Instead of dragging it out, Scott & Kaoz left me a PM to close it out. No need for anything extend, that comes AFTER the match.) ;D