A call for BLOOD

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Chet and Kristin appear in the crowd with a sign that reads

Pin Me Pay me

He then gets a mic

I am sorry to interrupt but Primo you are a liar! Don't obey him guys, all what you will get will be a jockstrap wearing goldylocks comming up with excuses after you have done what he asked! He's a swindler! I took out Gen and now he doesn't want to pay me! I might be a jobber but I am no fool, and I know where a man has taken a beating, Gen threw himself off the stage, I guess he was terrified of me comming to get him, but that's not the point, the point is that you Primadonna you own me 100.000 $ I did the job none of your goonies could do, so if you are done speaking *yawn* better move here and handle me the money

SHOW ME THE MONEY!

Show "Us" the money Chet I took him out too with you, like a good couple should do

Uh yeah, that's what I was saying, SHOW US THE MONEY!!!!

After that Jerry McGuire impression, Chet awaits for the money

[primo]

Primo shakes his head at the stupidity he sees...

Either you two are overtly brave, or overtly dense. You'll get not a cent from me, peons. Now do us all the favor of crawling back under the rock with your fellow roaches, while REAL men handle real issues. Run along children.

Primo pretty much dismisses them and there foolish bantering.

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Chet and Kristin start laughing

Peon? I'll never understand Italian humour. Nevertheless I ain't going nowhere you liar, you better start handling here the cash, I took out Gen before all these did. It took a jobber to make a main eventer's work ;D

And now Il Jockstrap you better pay me! Because I am not going anywhere until you get down of the ring, bring your goldylocks right here where I am and you handle me a check or the cash. Even Genesis himself aknowledged me as the man who took him out, you liar. And what are you crackin' about real men? I only see a blonde guy with ego issues with a pile of children who can't do such a simple job like taking out Genesis.

Now pay me!!!

Pay Chet! Come on fans all loud and proud! Pay Chet!

Chet and Kristin start a "Pay Chet" chant

[Trouble*]

Wow, Jimbo, you're awfully cocky for someone who's down 1 - NOTHING against me, eh? But hey, it's all cool. You're "The cool kid"! They always prevail, right? Not in my world. I don't play that way. Go big or go home. This time I'm going big. REAL big.

But for real, the only way you can really talk is if you DO beat me... in which you'll tie in terms of wins/losses.

If you're expecting to win from what I did last year, you're in for a serious surprise. If you're expecting it to be easy... you're sadly mistaken, and you'll be taken out for being simply a moron.

Bring it on, Jimmy-boy. I'll teach you a thing or too.

Ryan steps forward. He felt good with what he said. Not too cocky, but got the point across.

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Jimmy grins his big Texas smile as he answers back at Ryan.

Seein' from your last few matches, The only think I reckon I'll be learnin' from you is how to get my ass served up on a plate by guys better then me.

I'll pass. *heh heh heh*

But I'll tell ya' what. Since I wanna join in the fun of kick The Sideburn Kid's ass as well as yours, let's make this lil' dance a tag team match. Tornado, regular, doesn't make a difference. I'll bet my 10 gallon hat that Ev and I give you two a double slice of that good ol' humble pie.

Whaddoya say, boys?

[LUCAS STYLES.]

Lucas who had been silent and simply observing the chaos occurring, finally decides to pipe up.

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What do we say? Well speaking for myself, I see this as quite self explanatory. You and Evan can gets the cheers all you want. You can smile for the crowd and high five the morons while you're at it. But you just can't step up to whats in this ring. Whats in this ring is the future of this company. Undeniably we have the elite of this company with us. And what do you have?

A spot monkey, a monotonous straightedge kid, a walking practical joke and then a man who rehashes his look, week after week to try and cover up for the fact that he is indeed, boring. Face it “Ev”, you just can't stack up to any of us, let alone anyone else on the roster. Lucky you, everyone will get to see this tonight. Every last one of you sacks o' shit are going to get to the true future of this business, myself and Ryan of course, live and kicking not one...[/b][/font]

Lucas stares out over the ropes, glaring at Evan Fate.

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The crowd boos at Lucas' remarks as he lowers his mic, talking smack back at them.

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[dio]

W...wow...woooooooooooooooooow...WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!! Now that, that...that almost hurt, Luke. It did. Really. I...I don't know what to say.

For a fleeting moment in time, it looked as if Evan was actually stumped...

SIKE!!!

Evan gets a nice little laugh out of it.

If I had a dime...for everytime in my career I've been faced with a guy who called himself "The future of wrestling", I'd be running my own Fortune 500 company by now. I think it's safe to say with my track record against all said men who made that claim. The fact that I've BEATEN every single one of them...that the future of wrestling looks pretty freakin' bad. Because I'm the NOW of wrestling. The present. And seeing as you're buddy Ryan there doesn't excatly have the best win loss record against me? Let's see...what is it?[/font]

Evan starts counting on his fingers.

One win over you in Ohio. Two wins on you in L-X-DUBYA, You did beat me that once in TNB, but then I came back and handed you the worst ass kicking of your career. You remember that one, right? Of course ya' don't...[/font]

Evan pats Jimbo on the shoulder and finishes up.

All and all, Jimmy here and myself have more wins respectively over you two, then you two have over us. Ryan, ya' kicked Jimmy's ass in TNB. We'll give ya' that one. But I've kicked yours in 3 different states. Lucas, you and I have never met in the ring yet, But Jimmy here put ya' down twice before you high tailed last year. I kinda like our odds in this one.

Evan leaves the "floor" open for Jimmy to say any final points of his own.

[Chris Lionheart]

"Blah Blah Blah... Blood Blood Blood... Blah Blah!"

Chris Lionheart walks from the backstage with a mic in hand.

"Boy, everyone seems to want to talk about blood tonight. I can't help but feel like the one guy that's been the most involved with blood has been left out. Weather it was the 'King of Crimson' title belt, or my former wrestling company, or even going back to 2006 when his 'new hardcore revolution' used to bust people open during his 6 month undefeated streak in Ohio as the Hardcore champ - no matter what it is, if you're not including me, you're never really bloody. I heard EVan Fate come out here and say "New blood and one of the "originals" taking on The Spartan and King Mohawk. Now das' kool." Let me assure you, that 'is' kool. And it's cool because Mr. 'New Blood' is out here as well!"

Prime, you big roman bitch! You wanna put a price on my head? Believe me you won't be the first. You won't be the last either. So now I'm going to hang your carrer. And Coalition... it's not about politics, because places have wanted me gone for three years! Prime, it's alright you giving money away to some nobody who wants to make a name off my back, it really is. That's how you made your name last year, and it's how countless others have made theirs in the past. But allow me to flip the script and talk about something that you own, and that I want. You see Prime, you have property that belongs to me! And possession is nine tenths of the law. You possess some great fighters in your little group there, and you need to give me one of them one-on-one in the ring tonight. Let me tell you why:
I didn't come here to make money, I came here to make a difference, and I came here to fight! And I don't care who it is!

[primo]

It pissed Primo off to no end being called "Prime". The "gimmick" name handed to him back in LXW. If there was a man in the industry he hated almost as much as Cade, it was Chris Lionheart. With a scowl on his face, Primo responds.

So the hero finally decides to grace us with his presence. And I use the word "hero" loosely. I unlike any of these idiot fans, or the fools backstage who worship the ground you walk on know the TRUTH about you. I know that you're the LOWEST of the low. You're no better then me when it comes to this business. No better then ANYONE. At least I have the fortitude to ADMIT that I'll stoop to any low to see my own success. Tell me, Chris? How many careers have you stamped out to attain your status? How many bright, upcoming superstars and grizzled vetarans have you STABBED IN THE BACK to become the perennial legend you are? Hmmmph. I've lost count. If...no no no...WHEN the man steps up to collect the price on your head, I want to be there PERSONALLY, so that I can watch the last flickers of the flame that is your career, so that I can personally SNUFF it out with my own hands.

Primo scowls still as he awaits his response.

[Chris Lionheart]

Me stamping on careers to attain my status? I earnt my status by taking out the so-called big dogs, and running people out of companies on the stick. I've spent most of my career helping out the young guys, the guys on the bottom. In another place I lead a group with me on my back to the top. In that same place, I ran the training camp and was personally responsible for picking deserving guys to go up to the big time. Guys like Jayson Jones and Jon Payne. Before you talk about me holding people back, I suggest you get your facts straight. The difference between me and some other people in this wrestling business is that I can help myself as well as help others. If I'm a big name with high status, it's because I've put my heart and soul in for 3 years now.

And believe me, big man, it sounds to me like you want some little peon to do your dirty work for you, so you can jump in at the last second and snuff my flame out. Unfortunatley for you... I'm never going to die.

[Chris Lionheart]

So who've you got for me?