A call for BLOOD

[primo]

The pyro, lights and lasers finish up as Continental Airlines Arena was packed to the rafters. The show was sold out months in advance. Tonight was the night, XWA 2008 was finally live and direct...

Hello and welcome to the new season of XWA! I'm Buzz Berman joined by my broadcast colleague Mike Roach. And Roache, you've seen it on the net, in magazines, on TV. The hype leading up to tonight has been blistering!

Without a doubt, Buzz. Last season was only the building blocks of what was to come. This year, XWA is bursting at the SEAMS with talent. From brand new rookies looking to make a name for themselves, to the tribe of Prime Time Wrestling alums who've made their way to XWA after it's purchase of the company. It's going to be an exciting year.

Let's not forget about the returning XWA superstars. What will 2008 hold in store of all of them. No one knows, but I'll be my RIDICULOUSLY high paycheck it'll be interesting to find out!!!

Just as Buzz finishes, Bathory's "In Nomine Satanas" plays over the PA. The new entrance of the one and only Primo. He enters the arena met with a hail of boos...

Looks like we start things off with "The Roman Crippler" Primo. MAN I hate this guy.

Hate him or not, he's one of the best wrestlers in the business. And it looks like he something to say. What else is new?

Primo enters the ring, and extends his hand to the PA announcer. He hand Primo the mic, and he looks out the crowd and begins...

Aaaaaaaaaah. And so it begins again. The sun rises on another season of XWA. Can you smell it? Can you taste it? It's the feeling of change. Change you ask? Quite simple. To anyone who hasn't been under a rock the last 3 months, they know that I, Primo Valiante have assembled the men who will be the staples of this industry. Men who will not just succeed. But DOMINATE all competition. A coalition of power, speed, skill and class. Tonight, we issue a challenge, no...a declaration of intent to the industry. But 1st, allow me to introduce them. 1st and foremost, I give you the REIGNING XWA National Champion, the longest running champion of XWA's short history, The SPARTAN Bryan Jasta!!!

Boos continue to ring out as Primo announces the closest of his allies to the ring...

[jasta]

Destroy Everythingg begins over the PA, and Jasta steps into the arena with a snide smirk on his face. With the coveted National Title draped over his shoulder, Jasta makes the walk down to the ring with typical flair. Once inside, He greets Primo with a hearty handshake, and is handed the mic by him.

Primo said it best in his own words. A DECLARATION of intent. And the intent is simple. To prove with a shadow of doubt that we are the ELITE athletes in this industry. Men who don't cater to the silly markets or demographics. We are our OWN men. And we make our own destiny. A destiny that will be littered with the fallen bodies of anyone...ANYONE...foolish enough to stand in our way.

As the crowd continues to boo, Jasta merely grins. He looks to Primo and nods before adding to his comments.

Men like ADAM DEVLIN. To any who followed what went down in Japan in early January. He issued a challenge to me for March Madness. A challenge for the National Title. A challenge I accepted. And the big wigs of XWA saw fit to book this match. And in doing so, I'm unable to defend this title until that night.

The crowd boos even more at the news that the National Title wouldn't be in defense. Jasta continues.

Oh, but don't fret, simpletons. I never said I wasn't going to fight. I just said I couldn't defend my title. But I'll go into that a bit on my own later.

Jasta hand the mic back to Primo.

[primo]

Primo takes the mic with a gleeful grin, a rare sight on his stoic mug. He brings it up to speaks once more.

Before you in this ring stands two PROVEN world class wrestlers. The best in the WORLD. But no no no, that's not all. You see, power doesn't just come from skill. It also comes from sheer brutality. And there may be no man more brutal, more violent, more destructive in wrestling then this man. I give you...

NIGEL SLEDGE!!!

Primo looks to the set and applauds as Nigels theme cues up.

[nigel]

Nigel steps into the arena with his trademark chair in hand. On it was spray painted "I KILL FOR FUN" in blood red. Sledge jaw jacks with fans on the way to ring, feinting swinging the chair at a few. He slides into the ring and looks to Jasta and Primo with a scowl. He nods in acknowledgment, and Primo hands him the mic so he could get his own words in.

OI!!! SHADDUP YA WANKAS!!!

The crowd boos and jeers at Nigel.

I'm gonna keep this short n' bloody sweet. Last year, Primo came ta' me and said he had a plan. A plan that would separate the men from the mice. And I sure as bloody 'ell ain't no mouse. They call it a declaration of intent? I call it a declaration of WAR!!! and I defy ANY man ta' get in me bloody way when I go ta' war. I'm not lookin' for victories...

I'm lookin' fa' CASUALTIES!!!

Nigel slaps the mic back in Primos hands, and flips off a few ring side fans who continued to jeer at him.

[jasta]

Jasta stands and nods as the the soldiers of there war slowly assembled. Sledge was a valuable piece to the equation. As was the next man to be introduced.

[primo]

Primo brings the mic to his lips to spea once again.

The next man I bring out, is a man who needs no introduction. Every army needs a warrior with no remorse. With no fear. A warrior who will stop at nothing and stoop to any low to attain victory. This man, is EXACTLY that type of warrior.

!!!JONNY PUNCH!!!, front and center!!!

OOOOOOOOOOOOH man. Freakin' Punch. He was the 1st guy Primo scouted. Who can forget the hell they put Kris Cade through last year.

[punch]

From a side door in the crowd, Punch steps into the arena. He walks through the crowd as fans smack talk him. He returns the favor by flipping a few off. He hops up on the security rail and raises his Singapore Cane (Blatant Sandman rip off) in the air. Punch rolls into the ring, and from his pack pocket pulls out his own mic.

Welllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll what do we have here? I'll tell you what we have. The WINNING team, that's what. The Roman Crippler, The Spartan, The Hardcore GOD and future kind of ALL media. Damn it feels good to be us, doesn't it? I mean, look at what you have in the ring right now? 4 men from totally different ends of the spectrum. All with one goal in mind. To turn this industry on it's EAR!!! Someone answer me this? Who's bad enough? Seriously. Who the hell is bad enough to stop us? WHO??? The answer?

NO FUCKIN' BODY!!!

That's who. Talk to these idiots, Primo.

Punch hops up on the top turnbuckle and takes a seay.

[primo]

Primo laughs at Punch's comment. He responds in kind.

You're correct my friend. Who IS bad enough to stop us? Kris Cade maybe? Evan Fate? Jimmy Ames? Adam Devlin? *Haha* Maybe, I don't know...Chris Lionheart? That simpleton Genesis? You all remember him, correct? *Haha* It doesn't matter. Power doesn't lay in numbers. That's a fact that was sadly proven with my old friend Sabastien Gallas last year. It's what you DO with your numbers that matters. And what we intend on doing is simple. Stamping out the weak. Establishing ourselves as the strongest of the strong, and ruling this ring with an IRON FIST. Let any man foolish enough to challenge THE PRIMO COALITION step forward, or stand backstage cowering in fear!!!

Primo lowers his mic, and they all await the 1st would be opposition to XWA's newest force.


post now open to all involved parties

[xxsaint]

With that, Headstrong by Trapt began to play through the arena. The arena seemed to be quiet as they really didn’t know who was going to step out from behind the curtain. Suddenly the man known as Kris Sayint stepped out from behind the curtain and made his appearance onstage for the first time in the XWA. A couple cheap pops could be heard. Kris really didn’t expect to hear much. Kris had heard about the people in the ring and well he didn’t really like what was going on. He decided that he would step out and confront this group of wrestling claiming to be the best. So he continued down the ramp taunting for the crowd. He then slid into the ring and made his way past the group and got himself a microphone. He scanned the four men that stood before him. It wasn’t a good idea to come out alone but hey, Kris didn’t care for the least bit. He then turned his head and looked at the large group of fans that showed up for the opening of the 2008 XWA season. His eyes then shifted back over to the group as he raised the microphone up to his lips.

"Ya know, I already know what you guys are probably thinking right now. Who is this guy? What does he think he’s doing out here? Well let me start by introducing myself. I am Kris Sayint a rookie here in the XWA. I don’t care say what ya want to me I don’t care if I am a rookie here. It doesn’t mean anything. Now I bet you are wondering why I came out here, am I right? Probably wondering why I, a nobody in the business right now, is standing before such a group you say you are. Well let me tell you. I heard a lot about all of you. I’m not out here to say you guys aren’t good wrestlers well because you are, but you are not the best. You think that forming this little group of people will make you the best? Are you serious? Ya know I laughed when I found out that your four were forming some sort of faction. Well let me tell ya something. You guys are nothing. You’ll probably end being a stepping stone for others to use to their advantage. You and your little planned schemes will most likely not get you anywhere. If you think you are so great they why don’t you tell us all why. Why is this Primo Coalition the greatest thing to happen to the XWA?"

Kris Sayint then lowered the microphone down to his side. He stares into the eyes from one member to the next waiting for one of them to speak up.

[cade]

Fort Minor's "100 Degrees" hits the PA, and the crowd comes alive as Kris Cade steps into the arena. Sporting his new XWA T-Shirt, Cade stands atop the stage with a mic and looks down at the 4 men in the ring. As the crowd continues to cheer him on, Kris readies his response.

Now who didn't see this coming? Primo, Jasta, Sledge and my good ol' buddy Jonny. Let me start off by applauding you, Primo. That's quite the little group you have there. But does it scare me? Not in the least. You see, I own high profile wins against two of you. I beat your ass all across Europe last year, Valiante. And Punch, we all know what we've done in the ring. But that's why we're all here, isn't it? Because you couldn't take that fact that someone is your equal in that ring, Primo. No...I'll even go as far as saying your better.

Cade paces the set some before continuing his response.

You talk about proving you're the strongest of the strong. There's just one problem to that gentlemen. ME. You see, I pride myself in being as good as they come in that ring. And even though I might not be as big a superstar as most, there isn't a god damn person in this building who won't say I'M XWA's best "PURE" Wrestler!

He gets a pop from the fans as he nods approvingly.

You guys are clearly out here looking for a fight. That works well for me, because I know a couple guys who are looking for a fight as well. Let's hear it, fellas.

Kris lowers his mic and awaits one of the others to join him on the set.

[jasta]

It was Jasta who responded to Cade and Sayint 1st. He calls for a mic of his own and speaks.

Well now, if it isn't Kris Cade. The Straight Edge Superstar. And who's he joined with? Someone no one knows from a hole in the wall.

Jasta focuses 1st on the newcomer.

Let's start with you. I commend you fro deciding you wanted to come out here and get some airtime with the big boys. That takes moxy. But son, you have NO idea what you're getting yourself into trying to play hero. Any one of the men with in me in this ring would snap your boney ass in half...

Jasta snaps his finger

...like THAT. I personally wouldn't soil my hands with the blood of someone who's not even a BLIP on the radar, let alone even worth mentioning.

He turns his attention then to Cade.

Now you on the other hand, you ARE actually worth mentioning. But you seem a little confused. Mistaken even. Just like your idiot companion there. You see, you seem to think this alliance was formed to take advantage of the company. Far from it. It was formed to show idiots like you, the boy scout standing next to you, the idiots backstage and these peons in the stands as well as watching across the globe what TRUE wrestlers are. Just look at you two. Actually thinking you can "make a difference". The only thing that matters in this ring is who is the best. And that remains the men surrounding me. Me especially, seeing as I'm XWA's longest running champion. Which wasn't done by running my mouth and playing hero. It was done by beating idiots like YOU TWO bloody.

Jasta lowers his mic and grins.

[xxsaint]

A smirk appears upon Kris’ face after he hears what Bryan Jasta had to say. He could basically already predict what one of them was going to say. Kris shook his head before raising the microphone to his lips. He begins to speak.

"Figures you would say something like that Jasta. Come on now I know you got something better than you’re trying to get airtime or trying to play hero. What, got nothing better to say bro? You don’t know me. You don’t know how I wrestle. You could say much better things. Aren’t you supposed to be good? You really think you can snap me in half…"

Kris then snaps his own fingers.

"…just like that? Ha…I’d defiantly love to see you try and do that."

[punch]

Punch turns to the stage and looks at the two men and responds as well.

The kid's got balls. Dumb as a stump, yes. But he's got balls. Let me ask you somethin', what you say yer name was?...Sayint? Who put you up to this? Seriously. This has gotta be some hazing gag one of the guys in the back put you up to being a rookie and all. Because if you actually came out here and said all of that one you own accord, you're with question the STUPIDEST MAN ALIVE!!! No no no...I know what it is. You used Clearasil tonight, didn't you? It does cause confidence after all. Problem is it'll also cause you to get you ASS KICKED. So before you open your burger trap again, ask yourself this question.


Do I really want my career to end before it starts?


If ya do? Just say so and I'll be happy to put my fist down your throat and rip your larynx out.

[jasta]

Jasta leans over the ropes where Punch was and adds.

Son. Maybe when you grow some hair on your chest, I'll think of letting you share this ring with me. Could I do better? Of course I could. But why bother with someone who's insignificant?I fight for sport. Not for pity. And at this point, you stepping in the ring with me would be a pity match. A pity how I crushed your upper spinal column when I drop you on your head. But then again, what I would do to you would be child's play compared to what Punch would do. I'd at least hold back to make it "look" interesting at first.

[xxsaint]

Kris lifts the microphone to his lips.

Is the talk from both of you supposed to scare me? You think that will give me that nervous chill up my spine? I’m not one of those guys who get’s scared and backs down from a fight. So you told me to ask myself something right? Hmm…I’m not backing down from anything. You can call me crazy, you can call me stupid, I don’t fucking care. If my career was to be ended it would have been done a long time ago. So all I gotta say is man up and bring it.

Kris lowers his microphone and waits to find out what will happen next.