The Called Shot (Si,Starr,Fierhart & Co.)

[scott]

Mere moments after the show begins, the music of Scott O'Dell sounds over the PA. He steps into the arena with a confident swagger. Last week had went better then he'd planned, and from it...this week would be a night to remember. Scott makes his way into the ring and is handed a mic. Met by a sea of boos, Scott smiles out to the crowd. Nothing could ruin his mood, especially now...

Here we are, ladies and gents. Only The Strong. The road to Xgames OFFICIALLY begins tonight. And I'll tell you what else begins tonight. The END of your favorite pretty boy, Ryan Fierhart.

Scott gives his signature grin as the crowd continues to boo.

You see, tonight, we're going to do something different. Another show of force by yours truly and company. But before I go on and drop one of MANY nukes to be dropped tonight, allow me to first invite the two men who'll be joining me in tonight's fire sale, The G.O.D. Osiris, and The Promoin' Pwndozer Brent Starr!!!

Scott grins as he awaits the arrival of his partners for the evening.

[si]

As his theme plays over the PA, Osiris steps out into the arena with a smirk on his face and swagger in his step. He joins O'Dell in the ring, and extends his hand out to him for the mic.

Scott my man, you couldn't have said it betta' homie. Tonight, we lay a sucka' to bed. A sucka named Ryan Fierhart. A sucka who we BOTH have had the numba' of. A man who you've beaten more times they I care to rememba'. A man who I BEAT in our one match against each other. We've got ya numba', dog. Just like we've got the numba' of every punk ass in this bitch. You see, it's high time, with the clock runnin' down on this season, that the BIG DOGS start barkin'. And me An O'Dell? We're the BIGGEST DOGS in this bitch. In fact, we're SO big, that OTHA' big dogs come...to run wit' us. And the dog I'm talkin' about is a low down, grimey, dirty ass pitbull named Brent Starr. C'mon out and tell 'em about it, homie.

As he finishes speaking, the theme of Brent Starr plays over the PA.

[ohno]

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"This Is War" plays as Brent makes his way out to the usual standing ovation for a ?Heel?. He shakes his head and laughs as he makes his way down to the ramp. Jawing at the fans that boo him, telling them how it is as he makes his way down and into the ring. Walking over to the commentator/time keeper side of the ring he's handed a mic and begins his talking
*

Scott is right. Tonight, there will be MANY Nuclear PWNheads dropped in this ring. Which is what brought me here to XWA in the first place. This was holy ground. The place that nothing big happens, and when it is, it's something so boring and daytime soap opera that the fans turn to the guy beside them and ask
"How about that local sports team"
That's not what XWA needs. XWA needs shocking developments, issues between talent that makes people question the line between professional and personal. Drawing interest into the matches to the point that even people who don't watch the shows, can't help but talk about what they saw on tv flipping the channels.

So XWA made a judgement call. They had to make the choice. Do they stay pg13 family friendly with some minor cussing? Or do they cross the line and delve into the triumphant days of anti-authority, non censory, cover your childrens eyes and ears because it's about to get dirty, nasty, controversial and bloody. They went with that and so they scoured the industry for the one man who could draw ratings and fans in, like moths to a light.

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The fans begin cheering, they know where this is going
*

That's right, they brought in a big, heavy, WMP.. Weapon Of Mass PWNstruction. They called Brent Starr and begged me, pleaded with me..
"Please Brent, we know you have issues with some of our guys. We know our administration was somehow attatched to your previous employers. We're willing to overlook your attacks on us and embrace them for our television audience and pay per view buyrates. We need you to come to XWA and get the war off the ground. It's begun, now we need it to finish with a big bang. Money is not an issue"

So here I am, the war begun, the battle lines drawn and the heavy weaponry brought in to get this war into it's climax. It doesn't matter who the enemy is. Fierhart, Liedhammer, Nedermeyer, Payne, Fate, jesus christ or the mighty hercules. I come into war and I make casualties. Now with me being on the side that I am, it's only a matter of a target to point me in the direction and then... BOOM!

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He simulates a big mushroom cloud explosion with his hands and arms as he laughs. Letting O'Dell take over again
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[scott]

Looking out to the crowd, O'Dell continues...

Two weeks ago, we declared war. TONIGHT, we fire the first shot. A shot that the ENTIRE XWA is going to hear, and hear WELL. Game time is officially OVER. Like Brent is often times quoted saying..."THIS IS WAR", and in war, there are unfortunate casualties. The challenge? The THREE of us, versus you, and whoever else you can muster up backstage to team with you, in a 6 MAN ELIMINATION TLC MATCH. No pins, no submission. The only way you win, is by PIN. That's how it's goin' down tonight, pretty boy. It doesn't matter WHO you pull out of your hat this time. We're here, we're ready, and we're beating your ASSES tonight.

As Scott lowers the mic, the entrance theme of Ryan Fierhart plays over the PA...

[ryan]

Ryan steps out unto the set. With mic in hand, he stands looking at the three men in the ring. Three men who in but a short period of time had become household names. Ryan smirks as he responds...

Ladies and gents. This right here has to be a first. A scientific anomaly. Scott O'Dell, Osiris Alston and Brent Starr. Sharing the same RING, let alone the same spotlight. I had always thought there'd be some kind of rip in the space-time continuum if three EGOS as ASTRONOMICALLY huge as you bozos ever entered the same space.[/font]

The crowd gets a kick out of Ryan's crack on them.

But all jokes aside. The three of you are ALL talented individuals. Three of the biggest names in the biz. And also...three of the biggest MOUTHS. Why is it that you guys are so well known? Because you feel the need to come out on TV week in and week out and blow your own horns about how GREAT you are. About how BIG you are in the industry.

He focuses in on O'Dell and Alston.

Osiris, true...you DID beat me in our one meeting this year. So pat yourself on the back. Good job. Damn shame you haven't been as successful in all the rest of your fights. A match back in March comes to mind. March Madness in fact, when you JOBBED to XXL in 8 minutes for the National Title. Oh yea, then there's when you got it handed to you by that guy from TNB for the title...AGAIN. Pally-boy...LAST thing YOU should be doing is gloating.

Then comes you, Scotty. You've beaten me quite a few times over the last few months. But less we forget...I'VE DONE THE SAME. In fact, you and I have fought the last three PPV's. And I'VE won each match. Ironman match? Me. Prison Break match. Me. Thunderdome rules? ME. On the big stage, when the lights are bright and everyone's watching, I'm BETTER THEN YOU. In fact, the last time you've beaten me at a PPV was March Madness as well. A LOOOONG time ago.

He then turns his attention to Starr.

And then there's "The Pwndozer". Need I say more, people. The name says it all. Brent Starr. A man just as imfamous in wrestling as Scotty boy. A man who's pretty much succeeded everywhere he's competed. But I find something real funny. Just a few minutes ago, you went and dropped a few names. One of which being my last name. Fierhart. I find that kinda funny, because in all the time you've been in wrestling...not ONCE have I ever heard that name uttered from your lips. Not Ryan Fierhart. Not Ray. Most CERTAINLY Not Simon...

He gets a pop from the mention of Simon...

Come to think of it. I don't recall you ever calling out Liedhamer either. Because who in there right mind would do something that stupid?[/font]

He pauses...

Oh wait. You just did. So I guess that answers THAT question. Fellas, you can talk up yourselves until our ears start to bleed. But the fact of the matter is this. Separately, NEITHER one of you are bigger then the business. And the same applies for ya as a trio. Or HOWEVER many of you asshats there are involved in this. You boys talk big game. I don't. I do what I do by ACTION. And you want action tonight? You've GOT action tonight. I don't even think I'll have to LOOK far to find two other guys willing stick a sock in either of your yaps. In fact, I can think on one right off the top of my head. But instead of talking about him, I'll let him do his own talking himself.

KAYN...COME ON DOWN!

A rawkus cheer erupts as Ryan announces the arrival of Kayn...

[Kayn]

*As soon as Ryan introduces him, “Hammer Smashed Face” plays over the PA. The crowd explodes as Kayn walks out from behind the curtain. While his music plays on, Kayn walks over to Ryan, he shakes his hand, then pats him on the back. Kayn grabs the mic from Ryan as his music dies down.*

“Well, I’ll bet you didn’t think you’d see me again Scott, but when I found out that this guy here needed some help, I was all over it. Not because I would be getting back in the ring with you, because I knew that would happen eventually, but because a friend of mine needed help. Now while it’s true that Ryan and I haven’t had much interaction, I still consider him a friend. Before I faced you in our first match, I looked to him for some help and we all saw how that worked out, so I told him if he ever needs anything, just look me up, and here I am.”

*The crowd cheers as Kayn looks over at Ryan and nods. He then turns his attention back to the ring.*

“Now, while I haven’t been formally introduced to your two friends there, I’ll take a stab at if I’ve met them before. Let’s see, we have Osiris, the self proclaimed G.O.D. Well I’m glad that you finally think you’ve found something to make a name for yourself, because for the life of me, I can’t remember much that you did before now, other than run with Jimmy Ames and “Baldy” up there. Speaking of Jimmy, what happened? Is he not ‘cool ‘nuff to roll wit any mo’? Anyways, who cares. Then next we have Brent Starr, ‘The PWNDozer’, the ‘Weapon of Mass PWNstruction’, but I have to ask, what the hell does that mean? I mean are you that hard up for an identity that you have to make up names while you’re either playing ‘World of Warcraft’ or surfing for porn? *The crowd cheers* But I digress. Scott, you Larry and Moe up there want to put an end to Ryan, you’ll have to go through me first.”

*Kayn lowers the mic as the crowd erupts. Kayn then hands the mic back to Ryan.*

[ohno]

Hey I got no problem going through you or whatever chumpstain knobgoblin you dig up for your halloween troop of freaks, geeks and weirdos. I digress though, your both the same as every other sack of crap that I've faced and beaten before in this industry. You can't come up with anything new or original. Same old lines as everyone else. Ya can't insult my talent, so you insult the nick names.

It's not like I sat around making them up, these are names given to me by the same fans who cheered for you when you both waddled on out here after your obvious babyoil game of naked twister to warm up to get out here and take it up the ass PROMO style.

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He laughs to himself as shakes his head. He expected more from these "so called stars"
*

World of warcraft.. what the fuck is world of warcraft? I'm sorry if I spend my time winning matches and titles while you guys play yahoo refrence with your promo writing skills apparently. Hell, maybe your next partner will bring you out a laptop.. that way your next promos are only a click away.

Redundant.. simply redundant.

Who's next.. these two need all the help they can get!

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He crosses his arms and mocks taking a seat in the corner, looking at an imaginary watch as they await contestant number three in this dating game of doom
*

[manup]

No sooner then when Starr finishes speaking, "Man Up" By Sticky Fingaz cues over the PA. A roaring cheer is given as Jayson Jones steps out onto the set. He takes a look at the two men he'd be teaming up with and gives the a nod. Then, focusing on the three men in the ring, Jay-J raises his mic as his music dies down...

Look at what we got here. Tweetle Dee, Tweetle Doo and Tweetle DUMB. I was sittin' in the back watchin' all this, and all I saw was three weak tough BITCHES sellin' woof tickets. Now, we ALL know there aint a mofo in this bitch badder then yours truly...

He looks to Starr.

EVIDENT on account that YO bitch ass can stay callin' out my cuzin' JP, but not ONCE in yo' furry chop sideburn havin' ass life have you even LOOKED at steppin' in the ring wit' tha' King. And I don't blmae you. Cuz every other punk ass who thought they could do tha' damn thang ended up pickin' up they teeth and they ego afta' I dropped 'em on they god damn necks. THAS' how the kid rolls, son-son.

He quickly turns his attention to the other two.

And then look at THIS slum bum ass fool. You cut off all ya' meat, dye it blond and start wearin' black and all of sudden you gangsta? Ladies and gents, introducing yet ANOTHA' studio balla in wrestling. Sucka's like you...yall come a dime a dozen. Wit' ya big ass chains and gold plated belt buckles lookin' like Fabolous. Real ganstas move in silence, son-son. And right here, you lookin' at the genuine article.

And then, we got Tweetle DUMB. The man of the year. Mista' AMAZING. Oh wait, you aint goin' by that tag no mo'. It's THE ANTI CHRIST. When I hear Anti-Christ, I think of a bad mofo who not even I would wanna beef wit'. A mofo who whoops ass and takes name. Who beats a niggaz ass fa' fun. You??? You ain't even CLOSE ta' bein' that mofo. We got a two time World Champ, and a dude still hold a belt elsewhere, and a dude who couldn't win a belt if his negro life depended on it. Thas' wassup...[/font]

He smirks...

Cuz I made my CAREER beatin' champions. You name em', I knocked em on they ass. Michaels, Youngblood, Blaze, Nedermeyer, even my cuzin' Payne. All got themselves a nice lil' taste of BROOK-NAM HARD KNOX. And tonight...I get to add two more to the list. It's goin' down, people. Cuz at the end of the day...we don't git' along...[/font]

He raises his mic and the crowd finishes...

SO WE GON' GIT' IT ON!!!

Holla.

He lowers his mic in wait of a reply.

[scott]

Scott steps up to reply...

Jayson Jones. The King Of New York. And Kayn no less as well. WOW Ryan. You've really out done yourself. You managed to bring to your aid two of the most UNDERACHIEVING guys on roster. Jones wants to mention titles? There's FIVE standing in this ring. As opposed to TWO standing on that stage. Ironically it's Jones who held them. Not you. Not Kayn. Because NEITHER of you were on the level of defeating me. A fact I intend on proving ONCE AGAIN, with some help from by pals here. What is it that Fate's always saying..."A lethal dose of reality". *Heh heh heh*, you gentlemen are in for about 1000mg of it in this ring.

With his classic smirk, Scott continues.

It's real simple, boys. We're good. You're not. We're money. You're chump change. I know, I know...it's a bitter pill to swallow. But we'll gladly help yu get it down. No questions asked. And when the dust settles, well...the rest of the roster will see exactly what we've been saying all along. And that's the fact that we ARE the elite of this industry. There's us, and then there's everyone else. Get used to it, because it's gonna be that way for a long...

Long...

LONG time.

Scott lowers his mic...

[Kayn]

*Kayn stands by and listens to Brett and Scott speak. He gets another mic and speaks.*

“You know, you’d think your mouths were going to be in the New York Marathon with all the running they’re doing.”

*The crowd cheers as Kayn continues.*

“You are right on one thing thought Scott, you are all good. There is no denying that. However you are wrong on one point. While you are as good as you are, we are just as good, if not slightly better. Let’s see, Ryan has handed you your ass how many times? And if I remember correctly, when we had our first match at War Games, didn’t I go the limits with you and concluded that match in a draw?”

*The crowd cheers*

“Yep, these people all remember that too. So don’t you stand there and say you’re better than anyone. As for your friends there, well I’ll go out on a limb here and say that if you’re the ‘big cheese’ of the group, then don’t be too hard on them after the match when they get eliminated and you’re left all alone against the three of us.”

*A huge pop comes from the crowd as Kayn lowers his mic.*

[ohno]

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Brent laughs into his microphone for a few seconds
*

Listen here, Kayn. You talk a mighty big game for someone who has more losses then wins. I'm serious when I say that I came here to fight worthy talent, but come on, a chump named Kayn? Do ya think it makes you extra fierce and compelling because you spell your name with a Y?

And you, Jason "king of NY" Jones. Your just as bad as the rest of the doubters. Your memory must fail you. Your no king of New York. Your not even ranked enough to be court jester. When it comes to New York, it can all be summed up in 6 words.

I Came, I Saw, I Conquered. Lest you forget, and I don't blame you for forgetting, that I ran New York like I was the fuckin mayor. I stepped up to the plate with every big name in the city. I took it to the length of calling everybody out and those who answered, got beaten. Those who never showed up, are punk bitches. I guess that makes you a punk bitch. Because simply, instead of allowing me to take the throne while you played harry houdini with your dissapearing act everywhere I went that you were employed with aswell, I was racking up win, after win, title after title and leaving my challenges open to anyone who felt they were better then me.

Did you ever come out to take that throne back? No, you walked out instead. So instead of letting you answer an open challenge, I'm telling you now. And this goes for every other big name in this company. If you think you can live up to your self written hype and publicity, then man up and come prove it. I'm not going anywhere, but the rest of you all seem to be going the other way because your all scared little bitches.

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He walks around the ring while continuing
*

Now you can say I talk a big game, but the fact is, I talk THE GAME, and currently, I'm the top of the ladder, overstepping all of you because you'd rather play tidily winks with bitches, then fight me one on one. Because the fact is.. one on one, I've been beat three times in the last year, 9 other times it's taken 2 or 3 men fighting me at the same time to put these shoulders down for a three count.

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And that was that. He let that sink in while everyone came up with what to say next
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[manup]

Jay-J smiles from Starr's response. He raises his mic to respond.

Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up...you took my throne???

Jay-J looks to the other two.

Did I just hear him say that?

He then looks out to the crowd.

Did yall just hear that people? Brent Starr took my throne? Let's applaud the non-negro for at least tryin' ta' make an effort.

He sarcastically claps his hands three times before continuing.

But UNFORTUNATELY, you're living a damn PIPE DREAM if you eva' even think that, son-son. You see, you seem to have ya' stories mixed up. Jayson Jones ain't NEVA' walk from a fight. Only place I will say I walked from was up north, and I aint even goin' there with what's wrong there. But NYC & Ohio? Nah, son-son. You see, they FEARED what Jayson Jones was about. They feared havin' someone in the top spot of they're companies that they had no control ova'. Someone who they couldn't market. In NYC, who'd they push? Chumps like YOU, that fella from Detroit, and of course Mr. Payne. But what did I do in NYC? Oh, only took out every son of a bitch I faced. Only Grand SLAMMED Mr. Grand slam on his DOME when everyone else kept fallin' short. Son-son, you could NEVA' take my throne. You're a bad man. Sure. But I'm BADDER.

Jay-J smirks and continues.

In fact, if my memory serve me correctly, I never was beaten in NYC one on one. And when I got let go by there brass because they couldn't control me, I was STILL Grandslam Champion. Just like I was neva' beat in Ohio for the belt they had in the bingo hall. I AM an uncrowned champion. And I WILL be one day soon. But before then, I rectify a few things. Like puttin' loud mouth chumps like you in check. UNLIKE any of the other fellas, I don't run from fights. So afta' tonight, you name ya' time. You name ya' place. And I'll be there to beat the white off yo' ass and make you SEE THRU. But first thing's first. I help my familia here Ryan put a trio of toy ass suckaz in check. And then, you'll be happy man, Brent. Cuz instead of takin' on jobbers and all the bitches you son'd in Detroit, you get to dance wit' a REAL 'G. And we'll see just how talkative you are wit' my fist down ya' mouth.

Jay-J leaves the floor open for the next response.

[scott]

Scott sees fit to respond...

Cute. Real cute.

But we could stand here and shoot the breeze all night. But the fact of things is THIS, we're done talking. Tonight, and from this moment on, it's about ACTION. Action that you people aren't gonna like. Action that the higher ups might not agree with. But action that's SURE as hell gonna raise some eyebrows, and save this company from the cookie cutter assmonkies who get all the air time. And it starts by the three of us cleaning house on the three of you. And then everything else will fall into place.

[ryan]

Ryan raises his mic to speak.

You've got a point there, Scotty. We COULD stand here and verbally bash each other all night. But instead, I think Jay-J, Kayn and myself will save any further bashing to that of of your SKULLS later tonight. We'll see all you gentlemen later tonight.

Ryan and his associates look on as O'Dell and his allies stand defiantly in the ring. The scene end with Ryan and his allies exiting the stage.

FIN