A call for BLOOD

[adam]

Whoa whoa whoooooooooooooooooooooa...what is this I hear???

Adam steps out unto the stage joining Cade and Sayint.

Sounds to me like some good ol' fashion trash talkin'. I got here a few minutes ago, and I was told that 4 guys took over the opening segment. Here I am thinking it was Ninja Turtles, when I come to see it's the Li' Ceasar, Leonidas, Bullet Tooth Tony and the village whino. WOW!!!

He looks to Cade and Sayint and greets them.

Howdy, boys.

Then continues.

Jasta. You and me are fightin' for that title at March Madness. And you better freakin' believe when the dust settles, I'll be the man who knocked your ass off. But you see, I came to the arena with my gear, ready for a brawl. And a brawl is what I'm gonna get. Damn waiting until March Madness, I say we do it TONIGHT!!!

The crowd roars at the idea of Devlin Versus Jasta. Adam continues.

You and I have a score to settle BEFORE I take that title off your ass. And by the grace of god, I'm settling it whether you come alone, bring your boys, or the 82nd god damn airborned, pal.

The 1st challenge was laid out. Adam awaited the response.

[jasta]

Jasta didn't take very kindly to being called out by Devlin. He scowls as he responds to the challenge.

Devlin, You're even stupider then your friend there. You come out here and challenge ME to a match tonight? I would figure you valued your well being before our title match. But apparently you're the man with no BRAIN as well as fear. If it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get. Challenge expected. And I'm going to enjoy every moment of beating you to a PULP!!!

Jasta antagonizing manner was replaced with the classic fury he'd become famous for.

[adam]

Adam laughs a bit before speaking his reply.

I might be stupid. I might be making a mistake just weeks before I lock it up with you for the Nat-Strap. But I'll tell you what I'll also be tonight.

Kickin'...your...ass.

Adam grins defiantly as he awaits the next reply.

[jasta]

Jasta was on the brink of no return. He grimaces in anger as he gets ready to jump out of the ring. Punch manages to hold him back however, and Jasta shouts out at Devlin off mic.

[punch]

Punch manages to hold Jasta back, and Jasta regains his composure. But Punchy had plans of his own. He raises his mic and speaks up.

So the other boy scout wants to lay out challenges, eh? No sweat. NOooooooooooooooooo problem. I've got a little idea of my own. Devlin, you go backstage, get 'em laced up, and bring your ass, and the new jack out here as well, and Me and Jasta will come on out here and BEAT YOUR ASSES in a Tornado Tag Match. Unless the nobody objects to having his ass handed to him tonight.

Punch awaits the response from Devlin and Sayint.

[LUCAS STYLES.]

As Punch continues to egg on the sheep, the crowd seems to be disturbed in some way. Spectators moving aside, parting as someone passes through them. Lucas Styles hops over the baricade and slides into the ring. He gets a couple of odd glances from a couple of the men already in the ring, yet their answers are soon to come. He has a mic in his hand and clicks it on.

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Now all of you may be wondering to yourselves, why might Lucas Styles be standing in the ring among the vile? The evil, the lude, the crude, the cold, the sadistic, the callous, the violent? Why do I stand here?[/b][/font]

Lucas adresses the crowd openly as he seems to be genuinely asking them why he has done this. He looks all around the arena, soaking it in before he licks him lips and lets his mouth curl into a classic smirk.

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Because this IS Lucas Styles. The same number of you may have been wondering where I've been all this time. That is not a matter you should worry about. What should be giving you reason to worry is that during that time, I was in contact with the two geniuses behind this. Primo and Jasta knew what they were looking for when they came to me. And they found exactly that. They didn't come looking for a catchphrase, a merchandise monster, a ticket stub. They came looking for the best. The true next generation of this business. And while I must say, this is already quite the crowd, theres a certain individual in particular that I have some issues to settle with. Can Evan come out to play?[/b][/font]

[xxsaint]

Kris nods his head as the challenge was laid out in front of him. His first match in the XWA. A tag team match against Jonny Punch and the current XWA National Champion. He thought for a second before raising the microphone to his lips and beginning to speak.

"I’m down for that match. Even if Devlin doesn’t want to tag up with me and wants to do his own thing against Jasta then I’ll still be down to kick your ass Punch in one on one action. So either way Punch, we’ll have a match and either way I will shut your trash talking ass up in the end."

Kris then turns over to Adam Devlin.

"So Devlin, are we gonna do this or do you want Jasta to yourself? Either way is fine with me so it’s up to you."

Kris then lowers the microphone down by his side and waits for a reply from Devlin or Punch. The season had just started and already things were getting crazy. Anything at this point could happen.

[adam]

Adam looks to Kris a grin. He brings up his Mic to speak.

You know what? I'm all about equal opportunity. And an equal opportunity ass kicking sounds right up my ally tonight. Sayint, let's run rings around these two bozos.

Adam turns back to the ring.

You're on gentlemen. You're ON!!!

A roaring ovation pours out from the fans as the 1st match of XWA 2008 was seemingly signed, sealed and delivered.

[dio]

Just a few seconds later, a voice speaks over the PA...

New blood and one of the "originals" taking on The Spartan and King Mohawk. Now das' kool.

It was the unmistakable voice of the incomparable Evan Fate. He joins the men on the stage, patting his good friends Kris and Adam on the back, and giving Sayint a welcoming nod. But Evan was out here of reasons that were quite clear.

Now, what was it I just heard? Can Evan come out to play? *Sigh* Lucas, Lucas, Lucas. Why doesn't this surprise me? No, I'm not talking about you calling me out. I'm talking about you standing where you are right now. How many times in your career can you play the part of puppet? Seriously. Do you really, REALLY think that big nose right there has your best interests in mind? Ooooooooooooooh man, you don't know Primo to well. He'll use you until he has no use for you no more, and then he'll do you like they did Julius Caesar. But hey, it's your career. Do with it what you want.

Evan shakes his head. But he wastes little time getting to his next point.

But what does Evan want? Hmmmmmmmmmmmm...Good question. What I want is quite simple. To take care of some business I should have handled in Hotlanta. You called me out here, Luke. So it's only fitting I call YOU out next. Since everyone seems to be in a challenging mood, I'm challenging you to match tonight myself. You and me, one on one. So be sure to bring your insurance card. Your 15 minute session with MR. REALITY CHECK is BOOKED, baby.

As the crowd cheers on Evan's challenge, he awaits the retort of Lucas.

[primo]

The response would instead come from Primo. He raises his Mic to speak.

Before you respond to the foolish Mr. Fate, Lucas. Know that his play on words is a trick of a man trying to appeal to your "weak side". If I didn't think you were a worth while talent, I wouldn't have extended you the offer I did.

Primo looks out to the crowd and continues.

And speaking of extending offers, I've got something I was planning on saving, but now is as best a time to do it. As many of you idiots know, there are two men that I have history with a little older then my still unresolved issue with Cade. Two men in whom the last time I was in the ring with, I left BOTH laying in pools of there own blood.

Chris Lionheart and Genesis.

The typical reaction from the crowd ensues.

Yes, yes. Cheer them on. Because they're such "great" superstars. Such immense talents. *pfffft* Please. As far as I see them, they're second rate infidels who despite all of there many, MANY words, couldn't cut it against a TRUE wrestler. And there in, lies my offer. Tonight, I'm putting a PRICE on both of there heads. To the man, or men who not only beats them, but takes them OUT, I offer $100,000. EACH!

A...a BOUNTY??? Can he do that?

I think he just did, Buzz. And I don't think it'll take long for anyone to cash in on it.

Primo pulls out two checks from his breast pocket.

I have here two checks. $100,000 each, from the Valiante Estate. Money means nothing to me, but such isn't the case for most men. All it takes to become $100,000 dollars richer, is to DESTROY Chris Lionheart and Genesis. If any man is interested, You know where to find me back stage.

[xxsaint]

Kris listens to everything that had been said. Then Evan Fate had made his presence known to challenge Lucas Styles to a match. This night was defiantly starting off to being a great one. Kris gives a head nod back to Evan. He then looks back over at Adam Devlin who had just said that he wanted to tag up with him to take on Bryan Jasta and Jonny Punch and begins to nod his head. Kris raises the microphone up to his lips and begins to speak out again.

"Well then it’s settled Jasta and Punch. It’ll be Adam Devlin and Kris Sayint taking on XWA National Champion Bryan Jasta and Jonny Punch in a tornado tag team match. Oh I can’t wait to step into the ring with the both of ya. You two better bring your top game because Devlin and I are gonna run this ring tonight."

Kris then slowly lowers the microphone down by his side. The fans begin to cheer for the match that had been scheduled for later on in the night. Kris felt in his place again having the fans cheering for him. It simply just pumped him up for everything that was going to happen. Kris stood there waiting for anything else to happen as the night was still young.

[Trouble*]

Now, as if it wasn't already hectic enough, the song "Moth" fires up onto the P.A. system. The spot light shines down onto the entrance ramp. The fierce sparks fall down, awaiting the arrival of a new superstar. However, no one shows. Instead, a new spot light shines up to the crowd. A door swings open and Ryan walks out. The man is sporting a pair of regular jeans with rips in the knees and a white "RYAN BLAZE - THE FUTURE IS NOW" shirt. He tosses his arms out to the sides, receiving a mixed reaction from the fans, then continues on down the isle. Once he gets to the bottom, he hops up onto the barricade. He keeps his eyes on the ring, more importantly Primo. He hops down, then rolls into the ring.

After eying Primo for a moment, he receives a microphone from one of the ring announcers.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Ryan Blaze has returned for ANOTHER year of professional wrestling. This time, I have a game plan set. My goals WILL become clear in due time, but until then, I'm taking up the offer Primo gave me months ago. I, Ryan Blaze, am now apart of the Coalition.

Those mixed reactions quickly turn into boos. Ryan frowns and repositions himself in the ring, placing one hand on the top rope.

Oh, I expected that. But really, it doesn't bother me. As I ascend up the ranks, I'll remember the way you cheered me. The way you jinxed me. Because let's face it, as "The bad guy" I won. I actually WON my matches for a change. However, when I thought 'hey, I guess it's time to work with the crowd' I got my ass handed to me on a golden platter.

No more, I'm done.

I do have something to add, but I'll wait until the man it's aim to wards arrives.

[ames]

Ask and ye' shall receive, Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuddy.

To the fray comes "The Famous One" and the other half of the self proclaimed "Dynamic Duo". He takes up a spot next to Evan and leans on his shoulder. With a Mic in his other hand, Jimmy speaks up.

What's that smell, Ev? *Sniff sniff* I can't put my finger on it. It kinda smells like one bitter Sum'bich. And I think...I think it's coming from the ring?

Jimmy looks down to the ring and acts as if he was "surprised" at what he saw.

WHOA!!! Look at that. I know where it's coming from. The guy I whooped ass on here last March Lucas Klash and the guy you've been whoopin' ass on since your days in Ohio Ryan Blaze. Or is that Lucas Styles and Ryan Blaze? I swear we need a thesaurus with you two clowns. It looks like because no one wanted tp play with them in the sandbox, the decided to join up with the bullies. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww. Not everyone can run with the popular kids, fellas. But did ya' have to take it that far?

Jimmy gets a chuckle out of his antics, but gets a lil' serious next.

All jokes aside, Ryan. Buddy. Pal. It really must suck being you. You said it yourself. When your Mr. Nice guy, you get your ass kicked. When you're not, you're a dick. I wouldn't even bother getting up in the morning. Seriously. But since you came all the way out here from wherever the hell you come from, I think I'll match my boy Ev here's challenge, and challenge YOU to a match tonight as well. Think of as a preview of IF you ever step in the ring for that X-Gen Title I'll be winning at the end of the month. C'MON!!! EVERYONE'S DOIN' IT!!! *heh heh heh*[/font]

The fun lovin' Jimmy looks on as they await the next reply.

[cade]

Kris would be the next man to speak up. His words were directed to the mastermind of all of this.

Seems like everyone has a counter for every counter you throw, Primo. Just like you and I when it comes to wrestling. And speaking of which, since it seems like everyone in your band of merry men are getting into fights tonight. Why don't you have one, WITH ME.

The crowd cheer Kris on as he lays out his own challenge.

You and me. One on one. No gimmicks. No frills. Just like you remember. And the results are gonna be the same as you remember as well. Be kicking your ass!

Cade stands tall as he awaits Primo's reply.

[primo]

Primo gives Cade an unsurprised smirk...

Of course. I know how much our last match must have still left a bad taste in your mouth. You remember it, correct? The 1st ever King's Road match on American soil. A glorious contest of skill, of which the better competitor won. ME. And you do you know what's changed since then? 3 long months ago?

NOTHING.

I'll be more then happy to give you a reminder of what it is to be in the ring with perfection. Wrestling PERFECTION.

Challenges were flying left and right. The makings of what was surely turning out to be a war of wills.