Advantage O'Dell (Invite)

[scott]

After a previous segment, The Budokan Hall PA system is filled with Disturbed's "Decadence", meaning that Scott O'Dell was officially in the house. Even the Tokyo fans knew enough to shower XWA's most infamous superstar with boos. Scott ate it all up. There was nothing that could ruin his mood. Tonight was going to be a night he would enjoy for ages to come. Climbing the ring steps, Scott enters and mockingly plays to the crowd by raising both arms in the air. He makes his way to the ropes and is handed a mic...

To everyone last week who thought that our new World Champ Ethan Bain was going to put me in my place, boy do you have egg on your face, don't you???

The crowd boos even louder.

To the punk ass son of a bitch OR bitches who still to this day sees fit to this day to *ahem* "try" and punk me online, don't you feel like the smoldering pieces of crap you are?

And the boos grow even more...

I mean, seriously. To say "I told you so" wouldn't even start to cover it. Last week, Ethan Bain came into this very ring, and he beat the crap out of me. He pretty much dominated me the likes that I've never been dominated before in my career. But the end result? He LOST! And that my friends, is the bottom line of it. He...LOST.

Scott begins pacing the ring.

You see, all across the industry you've got guys who want to walk the walk and talk the talk. Guys that try there damnedest to be like The Franchise. I mean, I must sound like a broken record talking about all the O'Dell clones running around. But they all fail to do what I do best. Win matches. And that's why all of you hate me. That's why the industry hates me. Because I'm a trash talking, cocky, self absorbed, pompous jackass...who just so happens to be one of the best wrestlers on the planet. My one blemish to this point? A loss to Jayson Jones, in a street fight. The same Jayson Jones that I beat 4 times in a row from 2007. The same Jayson Jones who's beat the crap out of anyone who's anyone in wrestling. Need I say more?

Wait...I WILL say more. While everyone else talks a good one, I back it up. Always have, always will. *Heh heh* I tell ya', the look on your face last week as priceless Ethan. It really was. It was the look of a man who just saw the expiration date of his title reign come that much closer. Because as per a stipulation that you yourself came up with, last weeks winner, gets to pick the loser's challenger AND match for this week. Sucks to be you, "champ".

With a sly smirk on his face, Scott looks to the crowd.

It didn't even take me a day to decide who you were gonna be facing tonight. I wanted it to be someone special. Someone that I know you're gonna remember for a good, LONG time. And who this person is by chance? What the hell, I can't keep you people waiting. C'MON DOWN!!!

The entrance theme of another superstar plays over the PA.

[tryton]

It was none other then Scott's newest ally, Tommy Tryton.

Buzz: Oh boy. Like we didn't see THIS coming...

With a huge grin on his face, Tommy makes his way to the ring. He joins Scott inside and greets him with a hearty handshake. Tommy then calls for a mic of his own to speak to the masses.

After last week's show, Scott here didn't have to look far for someone to face Bain. In fact, I VOLUNTEERED to do it. Because anyone who could have beat the crap out of Jeff Heaven so easily, deserves my attention. Wait a minute, I beat the crap out of him last week myself, didn't I??? HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Tommy mockingly slaps he knee.

You see champ. You call yourself "The Big Ticket". But in all honesty, the big ticket is standing in this ring right now. We are the two best looking bodies in wrestling. The two most coveted talents in the industry. And tonight, we're the recipe to your quick...and SUDDEN...fall from grace.

Tommy steps back, leaving the floor open for Scott once again.

[scott]

Scott was all smiles. He brings his mic back up to finish his point.

There you have it ladies and gentlemen. Tonight, it's going to be a HUGE match. You know who's gonna be facing Bain tonight. "Terrific" Tommy Tryton. Now, what kind of match is it going to be??? I know that's what's on all of your minds. It's quite simple really. The match tonight, is gonna be a HANDICAP match.

The crowd explodes in boos, as they could see where this was heading.

Roach: A handicap match??? What the hell. Wait a minute...you don't mean...

But in order for it to be a Handicap match, you need two guys on one side. And lookie here, two guys on the same side. Let me spell it out for ya' Ethan. It's gonna be you...against Tryton here...AND yours truly. TONIGHT. And when we're done with you, all I'm gonna need to do to you at Vendetta is tip your ass over and win the World Title back in record time.

Scott grins as he looks to Tryton. But his grin would soon change to a scowl as another theme began to play.

[jeff]

The man who stepped out from backstage wasn't the man you thought it would be. It was Jeff Heaven. He'd heard about enough from O'Dell and Tryton, and decided to spoil their party himself.

Cut the music.

The music stops, and Jeff digs in.

So let me get this straight. The two of you, are going to pretty much gang up on the World Champ Ethan Bain tonight? C'mon now, fellas. I would expect a little bit more then this. I mean, it's clear to me why you've chosen this, Scott. I know it, you know it, and everyone on the planet knows it.

You're AFRAID of Ethan Bain.

The crowd cheers on Jeff's statement.

We all saw the match last week. We all saw Bain beat your Muscle Beach ass from one end of the ring to the next and back again. Simply put, you got lucky. Yea, you're talented. Yea, you're one of XWA's best. But last week, you caught a lucky break. In fact, I'd go as far as saying that at Vendetta, you not only get your ass kicked by Bain, you get decimated by him. I would know, I've danced with him twice and can still walk.

Jeff turns his attention now to Tryton.

And speaking of losing. Last week, I was on the losing end of the match against you, Jeff. And I make no excuses about it. I called you out, and you beat me. Simple as that. But the question I wanna know is can you do it twice. The champ was good enough to do it. But that's the reason why he's the champ, isn't it? Because he does what he does by example. Not but coming out at the top of the program and mouthing off like you two jokers.

Jeff shakes his head at the men in the ring. A response was inevitable.

[tryton]

It would be Tommy who respond to Jeff 1st. He draws closer to the ropes before speaking out.

So this is what it comes down to, Jeff? Kissing the "champ's" ass? I mean come on man. You're one of the golden boys of PTW. One of the BIG timers. The made men. And this is what you've regressed to? Jeff, buddy, pal. Show some pride, man. Some BACK BONE. Just listen to yourself. You're blowing smoke up the ass of a guy who kicked yours not once, but twice. And BADLY I might add. If I were in your shoes, I'd stand back and watch that big, Texas dumbass get what's coming to him.

[jeff]

Jeff looks to the crowd with a smirk on his face. He could see that one coming a mile away.

That'sthe difference between you and I, Tommy. The fact that my head's not stuck up my own ass like yours is. You see, there's this little thing called respect. And no, I've got no love lost for Ethan Bain. But that doesn't change the fact that I respect the man. I respect what he stands for, and I respect that fact that he's going to make a better champion then EITHER of you jackasses will ever make.

The crowd was in full agreement with Jeff on that statement, as they respond with cheer.

Sounds like these people think the same way I do. But I wouldn't expect a pair of yellow chumps like you two to ever grasp the concept of respect.

[scott]

Scott raises his mic to respond as only he could.

Jeff.Take a long look at what's in this ring right now. A pair of men who are the NOW of the industry. Tommy's clued me in about you, Jeff. He's told me that you were a top draw guy in PTW, and the other places you wrestled. That you even have a pretty big fan base here in Japan. But all I see when I look at you, is some chump son of bitch talking big game. Just like every other chump in the business. And also like the rest, you've been beaten. Badly. All talk...no action.

The crowd boos as expected.

You can stand there and preach to quire about respect and all that other crap. But as far as we're concerned, the only way either of us will EVER respect a loser like you, if if you beat it into us. And seeing as you can't win a match for your life, I don't see that happening anytime soon. So here's what you can do. You can turn your ass around, go backstage, and mind your god damn business. Maybe come out later and challenge one of the mid-carders in your skill level, and leave the big boys, to do what the big boys do. That sounds like a sound idea if you ask me.

With a smirk, Scott lowers his mic in wait of Jeff's response.

[jeff]

And a response he would here, just not one he would be expecting.

Actually, I think there's something else I could do. I could drop this here mic of mines, come down to the ring, and kick both of you asswipe's teeth in.

Now THAT'S a sound idea.

*Done with permission*

Jeff drops his mic, and begins to make his way to the ring. The crowd comes alive as Jeff throws caution to the wind. The speedy Jeff slides in between Scott and Tommy, bouncing up to his feet. Tommy takes a swing at him, and whiffs badly. Jeff answers back with a series of rights, followed by a big left that staggers him back. He swiftly turns to Scott, and kicks him in the gut before bouncing to the ropes and connecting with a stiff kick to the side of his head. It seemed he had gained the upper hand. Jeff goes back to Tommy, and lifts him up onto his shoulder in a fireman's carry, the start up of his "Heaven To Hell" finisher when...

[scott]

Scott from behind kicks Jeff's legs out from under him. Tryton falls to his knees while Scott continues the attack. While Jeff was on the floor, Scott stomps him repeatedly. He then pick the stunned Jeff Heaven up, and floors him with a crushing clothesline. He points to Tommy, telling him to put the finishing touch on Jeff.

[tryton]

Tommy was more then happy to oblige. He lifts Jeff off the floor, and staggers him with a kick to the gut. He places Jeff in the set up position for his devastating "Tryton Bomb"...

[eb]

Before Tryton could even come close to lifting Heaven up, Ethan Bain storms from backstage like a freight train. Ethan hits the ring like a house of fire, and rail roads Tryton from behind.

Buzz: BAIN TO THE RESCUE!!! GET 'EM CHAMP!!!

Bain Irish whips Tryton to the ropes, and darts in after him, hitting him with a clothesline that flips him clean over the ropes.

[scott]

The moment Bain hit the ring, Scott practically dove out in retreat. He makes his way over to Tryton and helps him off the ground. Still holding his mic, Scott points to Bain and Heaven in the ring.

You jackasses want a rumble??? You've GOT one. Tonight, it's still gonna be a Handicap match, cuz it's gonna be me and Tommy, against the two of YOU, in a TORNADO TAG MATCH!!! Your asses are done!!! DONE!!!

[eb]

Ethan reaches down and picks up the mic left by Tryton to reply.

BRING IT ON, BITCHES!!!

He tosses the mic down with a thud as his music plays over the PA. Both Ethan and Jeff watch as Scott and Tommy retreat backstage. Ethan gives Jeff a n approving nod, and bounds over the top rope to the ring floor below.

[jeff]

As Jeff watches the champ take his leave, it would seem that the respect he had for Bain was mutual. The scene ends with a shot of Jeff preparing to leave the ring himself.

Roach: It looked like it was going to be a mugging tonight, instead, we might witness World War III in the ring.

Buzz: But we've seen Tryton and O'Dell work well as a team together. This is gonna be Bain and Heaven's 1st time team up. You've gotta think the The Headlinerz still have an advantage.

Roach: I doubt there's gonna be any such thing as advantages in this match. This is gonna be an all out brawl.

The End.