Just a lil' ticked...

[x]

As the show rolls on, the familiar sounds of The X Man's theme cues over the PA. Xander enters the arena with a not so thrilled look on his face. He walks the walk down to the ring and slides in. Calling for a mic, he begins his address.

Cut my god damn music.

You could plainly see what direction this was about to go...

At the top of the program, the CEO of XWA Carmella Blackheart came out, and announced the 18 competitors for the War Games match. And in doing so, I really have to question Ms. Red Head's logic. Her SANITY even. How in the HELL do I get passed up for War Games? Nick Jones??? He got his ass kicked by Brutus Baxter, THEN Kayn and THEN Lash Levine. Kris Cade? He's been sittin' on his ASS the last month on Paternity leave because his wife went and had her a Straight Edge baby. Sushi-X & MG? What, does getting your ASS handed to you by Dru Nedermeyer 2 months in a row grant you status to be in main events? If that's the case, I'll lay down to Dru right here, right now. Morning Star? What the HELL has Morning Star done to grant him a spot in this? I see what's going on though. I see it perfectly.

Pacing about the ring, X continues.

I saw this coming a mile away. the higher ups of XWA FEAR Lionel Xander. They fear the fact that I am the most talented son of a bitch on roster. They fear that in a match this caliber, I'm gonna steal the show. And I can't say I blame them. I mean, the only slip up I've had so far this year is losing to that punk Ames for the X-Gen Title. I've beaten Van Hayden & Ryan Fierhart, TWICE. I put on a 5 Star match with Ames. Hell, I ran that big RETARD Damien Ortiz right the hell out of XWA. Main Event talent. Men who are known throughout the wrestling world. But apparently that's not enough. Apparently, me being one of the most successful stars in the 1st quarter of 2008 isn't enough. Well guess what? Ya' just woke up the SLEEPING GIANT. Or let me rephrase that. The GIANT KILLER.

With a scowling smirk on his face, Lionel continues.

Oh no, I'm not talking about big men. I'm talking about the BIG players of XWA. Apparently, unless I'm either in the hip pocket of management, or one of the poor bastards they feel sorry for, I'm gonna be left out of ALL of the major matches. EH EH, not happening. So right here, right now. I'm makin' like that Pollox dude, and putting the whole damn roster on NOTICE. It looks to me like XWA Brass doesn't take me seriously. Big mistake. Because from right now, I'm DEADLY serious.

And if you though you knew?...You don't.

X drops his mic. His personal declaration of war was now mandated. And of course with him was the rest of Damage Inc. He leaves the ring soon after.

Buzz: I think we might have seen the creation of a monster, Mike. It just dawned on me that Xander has been at the forefront of XWA since the season premier. I thick Ms. Blackheart dropped the ball on this one.

Roach: I'm interested in seeing what the response to this is gonna be. It's plain to see that X is pissed. And the man is a capable wrestler with one hell of a mean streak. And like he said, with him is his Damage Inc brethren Chris Cage and Randall Reigns. Something tells me fun time has officially ended in the land of "X".



*Open to "Corporate" response*

[gallas]

Just a few segments later from X's "shoot", Fabiola stands backstage with XWA GM Rodolphe Gallas.

Mr. Gallas. Just a few minute ago, Lionel Xander basically challenged every authority there is in XWA in regards to him being left out of tonight's War Games Main Event. As heated as his words were, he did touch on some valid points. What's your response, sir?

Gallas clears his throat.

Upon looking a few things over in the moments following Monsieur Xander's words, I find myself surprisingly in agreement with him. He has performed at 'ze level I myself see as being worthy of being part of such a match. And yes, even at a higher level 'zen some of 'ze men chosen. It is as 'zey say, "we dropped 'ze ball." But 'zat does not give Monsieur Xander free reign to come out and challenge XWA executives. For 'zat reason, I've decided to put him in a match tonight. Ze' match will be against...

Gallas is suddenly cut off...

[x]

It was Xander himself. He steps up right in the grill of Gallas, and positions Fabiola's mic closer to him.

I get it. I see how it works now. Someone comes out on Pay Per View and calls out management for throwing freebess to suck ass talent, and they get stuck in one sided matches, eh? Who's it gonna be, huh "Boss"? Me against Vikram? No no no. Maybe me against all three of The Dooleys. Or maybe you'll sik Nedermeyer on me. That might actually do me some good since it did for Sushi-MEX and 25 Cent. Two guys I would run RINGS around. I'm one of the top five wrestlers as far as talent goes on roster, and you KNOW it. There isn't a son of a bitch on pay roll that I can't beat. So I'll tell you what. You want me in a match tonight? Fine. You find me the baddest, toughest son of a bitch on roster, and I'll oblige them by beating there ass from here to Burlington County and back. After tonight, the phrase "Take Notice" isn't just gonna be associated with "Neo".

The defiant Xander waits for Gallas' retort.

[fin]

Into the mix comes an unexpected face, Finesse. The crowd comes alive as he stands on the other side of Gallas, sizing up Xander. With a slight nod of his head, he speaks.

You know what, Mr. G? I'll take this one. Looks to me like this cry baby needs him a lil' spankin'. So tonight, I'ma put you over my knee and whoop yo' chump ass. You wanna ride, but you 'bout ta' get ROLLED on.

Finesse intently awaits the next response.

[gallas]

The next response would come from Gallas...

Well'zen, Finesse. Since you have volunteered your services, it shall be you versus Monsieur Xander, one on one. You both want to be noticed and recognized? Now is your chance.

[x]

With a smile on his face, X speaks a final retort.

That's all I wanted to here. Oh, and Finesse? Good luck out there.

X gives him a wink, and walks out of the scene. Clearly there was malicious intent behind his faux congratulations. What it was? Only time would tell.

[fin]

Finesse smirks as Xander walks off. He knew full well what it could mean. He knew that Xander ran in a pack of wolves. For that reason, he'd need to find wolves of his own. And he had a pretty good idea where to look. He looks to Mr. Gallas and speaks.

I'll handle his ass. Don't you worry. But 1st, I'm gonna need me some back-up.

With that, Finesse goes to do some "scouting".