I.M.AWESOME (Bowen or Saint)

["The R*" Robby Sylk]

The classic by Jimi Hendrix they call "Fire" begins to play over the Tokyo Dome. Stepping out in style is the GOLD* himself, looking as confident and just plain good as he ever has in life. What more do you expect from one who laid the smackdown on two jabronis a week ago? Oh yes, it was Vendetta now, PPV time and that meant it was time to turn it up a notch.

Not like that was going to be tough to do. ;D Now standing in the ring he is handed a mic and the people get the privilege of hearing their idol speak.

Wassup once again all you lucky people of Japan. For yet another night you folks here in Tokyo get to behold the AWESOMENESS that is me. Now, I know that I might have been too much for you all last week at the Budokan Hall...I damn sure was too much for those two losers James Bowen and Jared Saint, wasn't I? I mean...did you see how I used those two for target practice last week? Ha!

God, that was so freakin' easy I could have probably pinned the both of them at the same damn time if I wanted too. Gentlemen, there is a difference between the great ones and the average ones and last week I hope that you boys took an understanding to that fact while you were getting schooled in Ass Kick 101 by yours truly, the Sensei Of Sexy!

Roach: Oh geez, how many nicknames does one man need anyway?
Buzz: Could be cuz we're in Japan still, you know...sensei?


Peeps, take a good, long look at what it is that Viewer Discretion is doing here in the X-Dub!!! Even running solo, Marky-Mark and I are just plain holding it down and knocking all of the tools out of the box, one by one. Just confirms what I knew all along...nobody can touch this! But enough about me, tonight is all about you people.

Since is the last time this year that you people here in the Land of the Rising Sun are going to get the chance to see an UBERstar like me in action, I'm going to give you all the chance to treasure this moment for all time. Tonight there's gonna be a big party at my hotel room to celebrate yet another win against whichever one of these pantywaists wants to be another Highlight Of The Night tonight in Tokyo. Ladies only of course...and I'm looking forward to getting my hands around some pantywaists of a different kind if you get my drift.

Business before pleasure though of course. So come one or come all, makes no difference to me boys, the results gonna be all the same.

[the1]

Pain Blasts over the PA and out comes Jared Saint. He stands on the Stage and speaks.

[glow=red,2,300]Well, well who do we have here? That wanna be rockstar Robby Sylk. You may have beat me in that Triple-Theat match, but 1-on-1, you can't even beat me. Look what happened when Loki and Se7en tried to beat me. They were left in the ring out cold. Now on to the matter at hand. I want to face you at Vendetta in a match that will be remembered forever. I am talking about the Cage of Blood match. The rules are simple. You are surrounded by a cage. No pinfall no submits the only way you can win is by making your opponet bleed. What do you say?[/glow]

Jared waits for a response.....

["The R*" Robby Sylk]

What do I say?

The thoughts running through a man's head after getting a challenge like that...

I say you're desperate, that's what I say. I say that you're standing here trying to settle things up by calling for some cockamamie gimmick style match! The Cage of Blood? Dear God, that has so much of a catchy ring to it that Gallas would probably dock me a month's pay if said no to it. Anything for ratings...

...but, um...you are aware of this little move of mine that I "The Highlight Of The Night", right? Lemme give you a little walkthrough here, it starts of with you picking yourself up of the mat, which let's face it...your gonna be doing a lot of that tonight, and I'll be in that corner over there setting myself up, measuring the final blow, and right when you turn around and collect your bearings...

BAM!!! I proceed to kick as many teeth down your throat as possible, the end. Now sometimes, just sometimes I aim that bad boy a little higher for the sole purpose of busting a tool wide open. Under the circumstances that would be exactly what I would have to do with you in your little brainchild of a match.

Robby scratches his chin for a brief moment.

OR...I could just do things the old fashioned way and use these here fists 'o mine...which by the way are so dangerous I had to get them checked in by customs the second I touched down in Japan...and while you're picking yourself up, knock you right back down and go MMA on your ass until your leaking like a faucet.

So we have either A) kick a hole in your face or B) rain down punches on you like Seattle in April. Now are you 100% sure that you wanna put yourself through that, cuz I know for damn sure that I'd have noooooooooo problem putting you through that, Saint. I'm gonna be a sport though and give you a chance to back out of that idea and go for a match where I simply have to beat you, not bloody and beat you. Either way...you're still getting your world rocked, choice is yours.

And so it was...

[the1]

[glow=red,2,300]Your a case you know that? Getting kinda cocky there, are we? You haven't faced me 1-on-1. There are two things that I will prove to you tonight: 1. I will beat you. 2. I will leave you a broken bloody mess in the ring. Now get your ass in gear and get ready for the beating of a lifetime.[/[/glow]

Saint drops the mic and exits the ring...

["The R*" Robby Sylk]

The only thing I'm gonna need to do to get ready for this is bring some Band-Aids and gauze pads to the ring since you're gonna need them. You're not messing this beautiful face up tonight, dude...I got things to see and people to do.

His theme hits to end this little exchange of words, and the men prepare for a unique match up to say the least.