There's work involved? (O2A)

[chriswillford]

~The lights dim as "Straight to Video" by Mindless Self Indulgence blares through the speakers.~

Announcer: Making his way to the ring......From Calgary, Alberta Canada....Chris Willford!

~Willford, an unknown in XWA, suprisingly has some fans out of their seats and he is eating it up. Though, there is the occasional tub of popcorn or cup of beer thrown at him, he is all smiles. Willford slides into the ring and takes a microphone that one of the announcers hand him.~

....I have come here to the XWA....for a new oppertunity. In the NWE....I lost nearly all of my matches. I dawned the nickname of "The Glorified Jobber" and Chris "Whipwreck" Willford. I am sick of those names, and at people laughing at me. I have come here to make a new name for myself. You see...there comes a time in every man's life where.....he goes through some changes. Hair starts growing in funny places.....his voice get's deeper....and a certain part of the male organ get's a little bit......ah nevermind. I went through that a long time ago. But another part of that is a man learns what respect is. I haven't had any respect in 6 years. 6 long, hard years full of losing and shame. Now.....I realize that there is work involved in self-change....so if there is anyone man enough backstage to come out here and challenge me, Chris "Insert New Nickname Here" Willford, all the power to you.

[vasily]

A menacing voice emanates over the PA, addressing Willford.

Chris "The Dearly Departed" Willford. That has a nice ring to it.

From backstage stesp a man who few would remember, but those that did, remembered all to well.

Buzz: That's VASILY RASPUTIN!!!

Roach: It's been almost a year since anyone's even seen this guy! Last time we saw Rasputin, he suffered a critical defeat at the hands of Simon Fierhart. He fell off the planet after that. What's he doing back now?

He makes a march down to the ring, and stands in the ring looking him eye to eye.

I have to congratulate you, my friend. You've won the "wrong place, wrong time award". It's been nearly a year since the last time I was in an XWA ring. And in that match, I was bested, by the best. A man I made the mistake of provoking. And I paid the price in blood. Since then, I vanished. Yes. To all who were here, I disappeared into the anuls of XWA's history. Or did I?

Vasily circles around Willford, who was noticeably skiddish of the man.

I bided my time. I traveled the world. Fighting the best I could find. Honing my craft. Growing stronger. Mentally. Physically. Awaiting the day. The very moment when I could stare that man in the eye again, and fight him on HIS level. So I know many of you ask "Why here? Why now? I'll answer that. Because those who remember me, and all those who don't, need a reminder of why I'm called "The Russian Scythe". And YOU, my friend. You've been chosen to be the sacrificial lamb. *Heh heh heh heh*

Roach: Is doesn't take long to remember how freakin' creapy this guy was...err...IS.

Buzz: If I were Willford right now, I'd be running for the hills. But I doubt he share my train of logic.

Vasily stops mere feet away from Willford. With his dead, empty gaze, he stares a hole into the man, awaiting his answer.