"Man Up" (Invite)

[scott]

Coming in from a break, the sounds of Disturbed's "Decadence" plays over the PA, signaling the MUCH anticipated arrival of Mr. Franchise himself, Scott O'Dell. Dressed in one of his signature suits, Scott pauses at the stage and takes in the sight of the crowd, who were obviously showering him with boos. He ate every ounce of it up. The boos meant his job was done even before he uttered a word. Scott heads down the walkway, and stops in front of a fan holding an "O'Dell fears Jones" sign. He smirks, and the swipes it from her hands. He rips the girls sign into little pieces, and throws it back into the stands. That got him even MORE boos. Scott loved every second of it. He shakes his head with a smirk and continues down to the ring.

Scott climbs the steps and enters. In typical O'Dell style, she extends his hand out to the Ring Announcer Maury Sprinkles for the Mic, and the scares him out of the ring. Scott laughs at him and turns to the center of the ring. O'Dell 2008 was now live.

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages. Mr. Franchise, has arrived. And aren't all you idiots lucky.

The crowd showers him with "love". Scott grins.

Continental Airlines Arena. *Deep Breath* This place brings back memories. Ya' see, just about 3 months ago at the Season Finale 07. It was in this very ring, in this very venue I did what so many of the supposed "elite" of the industry couldn't. I beat Jayson Jones.

And the boos keep coming.

But that wasn't all. Ohohoho no. I went on and beat him again in his home town. MSG. Xgames Uno. The biggest stage in wrestling. As if I really needed more luster to my star. I got it when I pinned him one, two, three. On that night, I proved that my name belongs with the greats of the industry. No...I proved that I AM the great of this industry. And now look. All across the nation in every damn company imaginable we've got O'Dell clones. Hell, we even have some right here in XWA. *Cough-HARRIS-Cough* Guys who think mentioning my name, or trying to act like me, biting my style is gonna get them over. HAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! Fellas, fellas, please. While I do love the fact that you all admire me so much, I'm gonna have to ask you all to collectively hop off my nuts. Thanks in advance.

Buzz: He's in rare form tonight, isn't he?

Roach: This is gonna sound sick, but I kinda missed this.

Buzz: Yes, it does sound sick...

Scott paces about the ring a bit as he continues.

Moving right along in this whole Jones/O'Dell thing. After Xgames, I said that I would face him anytime, any place, to prove the fact that I'm the better wrestler. A point I showed AGAIN at A New Day. When I bested BOTH of Vincent Fate's "Adopted Sons". But it was an exhibition, and they'd taken a beating from Bain, Xavier and Sylk as well. So in all fairness, that one doesn't count. But from tonight on, IT COUNTS. And I'm gonna make it count, gentlemen. Trust me on that one.

A cocky nod leads to his next subject of interest.

I've got something else I wanna address tonight also. At A New Day, one of the matches showcased some of the new faces of XWA. And one man in this match showed without a doubt that he's got the tools to become one of the ELITE in this business, just like me. I caught up with this guy backstage, and made him an offer. And offer to take him to the promised land, so to speak. You see, Primo's not the only one who knows strength comes in numbers. Back before his lil' Coalition, XWA had a group. A power stable. The HEADLINERZ. Myself, Osiris Alston, and Jimmy Ames. And we ruled the roost in XWA, up until Ames decided that you idiots mattered more then making money.

Roach: At one time, they held two of the then four titles of XWA. The certainly made an impact.

Tonight, The Headlinerz may be reborn, if this gentlemen makes the right choice. So without any further-or-do. Come on down, TOMMY TRYTON!!!

Buzz: Tommy Tryton? What the hell?

The crowd buzzes as they and Scott await Tommy's arrival.

[tryton]

Tryton's music plays over the PA, and he enters the arena joined by his long time Manager Leani Li. He has somewhat of a reluctant look on his face as the make their way down to the ring. As they reach the ring steps, He kinda looks at Leani with a "Do I really have to do do this?" look on his face. She hurries him up the steps. They stand face to face with the man regarded as being "The Franchise". Before Tommy can even muster a word, Leani had grabbed a Mic herself to speak up to Scott.

[li]

Leani was all smiles as she speaks to O'Dell for the first time.

Scott, I want to first and foremost say how much of an honor it is to finally meet you. I mean, your rep proceeds you of course, but I wanna say both Tommy and myself how much we really do appreciate your offer. But I'll let Tommy talk about it himself.

She turns to Tommy and shoves the Mic into his chest.

Tommy. You know what to do.

[tryton]

Tommy looks at her with a look of disdain in his eye. He takes a deep breath before look O'Dell in the eye and speaking.

Scott. Over the last month, Leani and I have been traveling the indy circuits. Doing shows for XWA's developmental territories and the like. And during that time, We've been thinking...I'VE been thinking about the offer you gave me. Now, on one hand, I look back at my career so far and say to myself "what the hell do I need help for?". I've been a champion on my own. I've built success on my own. I know what it's like being on the top of the mountain. And that got me to thinking WHY would I need to join up with your little group? Tell me that, Scott. Why?

[li]

Leani puts her hand on her forehead and mutters under her breath.

Will you quit being a drama queen and just tell this guy what's up? JEEZ...

[scott]

Scott all of a sudden didn't like the way the tone was changing. He answers Tommy's question.

Why? Because running with me and Alston is gonna make you a god damn STAR, that's why. I know, you know, and everyone else knows that you've got the talent to take out anyone in XWA. You're the real goods. But so are a lot of other guys in XWA. Running with me is gonna get you something that NONE OF THEM will get. Instant notoriety. You'll go from just being "Terrific" Tommy Tryton, to TOMMY TRYTON OF THE HEADLINERZ. You run with us, and your stock goes up the roof. That chump Ames wouldn't be HALF as big as he is now if it wasn't for the Headlinerz. You run with us, me and Alston, and we'll make you a house hold name. I GARUANTEE it. Don't make choice you'll regret later in your career, Tryton.

Scott awaits his response.

[tryton]

That was Tommy's goal. The reason he came to XWA in the first place. To rise up the ranks and become a star. A champion. A legend. But was what O'Dell saying legit. That was what had bugged him the last month. Tommy responds.

I don't regret ANY decisions I make, O'Dell. ANY! In my three years in this business, I've made every choice with my career in mind. because when the dusts settles on my career, I want to be remembered as one of the key players. Not just one of these flavor of the week clowns. DON'T forget that. And that's the reason why I'm out here, looking you face to face, eye to eye, man to man to tell you what the hell I think about you, your offer and the god damn Headlinerz...[/font]



































































Tommy gets in close. Face to face with O'Dell.



















































Sign me up. *Heheheh*

The boos from the crowd was deafening as Tommy extended his hand to his new associate.

[li]

Leani was giddy with glee at the way they set it up. There nothing like a little suspense before something as big as what happened.

[scott]

Scott'slook of concern turns into kool-aid smile as he shakes Tryton's hand, Talking into his Mic with the other.

HAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAA!!! You had me goin' there a second. Oh man, that was good. That was REAL good. My man, you just made a career changing choice.

[li]

Leani positions herself in the middle of both men, and raises there hands in the air in celebration. She tip toes and gives Scott a peck on the cheek, as the deal was done.

But suddenly, a familiar entrance theme hit's the PA.

[manup]

It was the entrance theme of "The King Of New York". MR. Jayson Jones. The Jersey crowd comes alive as Jay-J stands tall on the set. He pulls a Mic out of his back pocket and speaks up.

Well ain't this about a BITCH. Scotty boy went and found him a new play friend. Another foo' lured by the promise of gettin' paper. That sounds mighty "FAM"-iliar. I'm give you props on that openin' bit, son-son. That was real cute. Last time we were in this buildin' you did beat me. One on one. Fair and square. And I'm not ashamed to admit bein' beat by you. But what pisses me off, is how yo' punk ass runs around thinkin' you're the shit. You know, you all are just the same. Sabastien Gallas, Primo Valiante, yo' chump ass. You think that in numbers lie power. And yea, that might be true. But ya' bot Jayson Jones been doin' it big by my DAMN self fa' the last year and a half, And I'm still standin'.

Jay-J runs his hand across his beard before continuing.

But it's all good, family. It's allllllllllllllllllll good. Cuz ya' know ya' man Jay-J is always prepared. I heard the rumors that O'Dell gave you the offer to run with him, Tryton. It's all a matter of what channels you work, my man. And here it is, in plain sight, Tommy Tryton, the new Headliner. Hell, I ain't mad at'cha, son-son. New company, new faces, one of the big playas' gives you a chance to run with 'em. I'da did the same thing myself. Gotta git' dat paper. But the problem is, you chose the WRONG sucka to join up wit. Because any ally of O'Dell's, is an ENEMY of mines. And ya' just put a bulleye on ya' head, fam-o.[/font]

Jay-J lowers his Mic awaiting the response of either man.

[scott]

Just the man Scott was hoping to hear from next. He focuses in on Jay-J and replies.

Big talk from about 20 yards away, Jones. But what else in new? We ALL know you talk a good. You're probably the best at it. But the difference between us is you talk a good one. I talk a good one and BACK IT UP. I've had your number from the jump, and I still do. You've got nothin', Jones. NOTHIN'! I've already proven that I don't need an assist to kick your ass, and I'll happily prove it again, and again, and again. In fact, I've got and idea. Oh yea, this is a good one. To commemorate tonight's events, How about your run along backstage, and find you some poor bastard to team up with, and face me and Tryton tonight in a Tornado Tag match. Seems to be a few of those on the card already, what's another gonna hurt. That is of course if you can find someone dumb enough to go up against the two men in the ring right now.

Scott gives a cocky grin as he awaits Jay-J's reply.

[tryton]

Tommy chimes in as well.

Sounds like a plan to me. I've got my gear in the back. You find someone to be your 5th wheel, and we'll gladly knock you down a peg or two, "Fam-o".

[manup]

Jay-J smirks before responding to Tryton.

Oh that's cute. White-boy got jokes. You came up with that on ya' own or did you get help from the blow-up doll you brought wit'cha?

The crowd gets a chuckle out of Jay-J crack on Leani. Jay-J responds to O'Dell's challenge soon after.

I don't think I'ma have ANY trouble findin' me a partner to whoop yall asses. Oh no. Not at all. You want it, you got it, Pah'dna.

[mil]

You won't have to look far, Mr. Jones.

The voice the came over the PA, was the coice ofanother PTW alum turned XWA superstar, and a man with a long standing history with Tryton, Mark Million. HE steps out standing side by side with Jones. The fans that knew of him cheers him on as he continued.

Howdy, Tommy. Long time no see. Of course I see you've got yourself a new buddy. Somethings never change, do they?