Post by Trouble* on Aug 30, 2007 11:15:12 GMT -5
As Solstice continues, the tone of the lights turn red, and Ryan Blaze's new theme song picks up on the sound system. Ryan calmly walks out, microphone in hand. He'd typically pump the crowd up in some way, but he just walks down the ramp, somewhat ignoring the fans. He climbs onto ringside and jump to the side of the turn buckle and hoists his arm high into the air. This was enough to get the crowd cheering. He hops over the top rope and stands in the middle of the ring with confidence in his eyes. Half his face is covered from his mask, which pretty much hides his emotion. Ryan raises his microphone to his face...
So.
I'm heading into Solstice number one contender... I'm heading into the hottest pay-per-view of the summer with a goal to leave 15 pounds heavier. It might be my only, and last shot at the big time. Who knows if I'll be around next year? Either way, I'm going to take the ball and run. If I become XWA World Champion tonight at Solstice, my goal will be complete. I told myself before I started wrestling that I'd be nothing but the best. Here's my chance. Keith Wyle's a good guy, and I have nothing against him. He's just holding something I want.
Tonight I'll do whatever it takes to win. Hardcore? Fine. Pure? Fine. Singles? Fine. Cage? FINE. It doesn't matter, because I'll bring what I have to the table to put you, Keith, away. That platinum you hold represents the best of the best. Only the great can hold it. I think it's finally my turn at greatness. In LXW I was pretty much considered a joke. Now I make my way here to XWA and I have the chance to shine. I earned my shot. I didn't simply challenge the champ, instead I worked my ass off in a match to put MG on the shelf in a set time. I got the job done, and now I stand here number one contender.
Ryan lowers his microphone and looks out to the crowd. The chants of the fans become loud, almost deafening. The 'R.B.' chants roar through out the arena just like boos would be expected for the likes of Scott O'Dell or Sabastien Gallas. Those chants may change once the current World Champ comes out. The crowd loved Keith, so who knew?
Keith, I'd like to call you out here. I bet you'd like to meet your opponent, hmm? Well, I'm here and I'm waiting.
Ryan lowers his microphone once again, this time awaiting the arrival of Keith Wyle. He walks to the ropes and rests both arms on the top one.
So.
I'm heading into Solstice number one contender... I'm heading into the hottest pay-per-view of the summer with a goal to leave 15 pounds heavier. It might be my only, and last shot at the big time. Who knows if I'll be around next year? Either way, I'm going to take the ball and run. If I become XWA World Champion tonight at Solstice, my goal will be complete. I told myself before I started wrestling that I'd be nothing but the best. Here's my chance. Keith Wyle's a good guy, and I have nothing against him. He's just holding something I want.
Tonight I'll do whatever it takes to win. Hardcore? Fine. Pure? Fine. Singles? Fine. Cage? FINE. It doesn't matter, because I'll bring what I have to the table to put you, Keith, away. That platinum you hold represents the best of the best. Only the great can hold it. I think it's finally my turn at greatness. In LXW I was pretty much considered a joke. Now I make my way here to XWA and I have the chance to shine. I earned my shot. I didn't simply challenge the champ, instead I worked my ass off in a match to put MG on the shelf in a set time. I got the job done, and now I stand here number one contender.
Ryan lowers his microphone and looks out to the crowd. The chants of the fans become loud, almost deafening. The 'R.B.' chants roar through out the arena just like boos would be expected for the likes of Scott O'Dell or Sabastien Gallas. Those chants may change once the current World Champ comes out. The crowd loved Keith, so who knew?
Keith, I'd like to call you out here. I bet you'd like to meet your opponent, hmm? Well, I'm here and I'm waiting.
Ryan lowers his microphone once again, this time awaiting the arrival of Keith Wyle. He walks to the ropes and rests both arms on the top one.