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Post by x on Sept 12, 2007 18:07:53 GMT -5
METAL SMITH'S "It's Been A Long Time" plays over the PA. Out to the stage comes X-Rated, the ever controversial new higher of XWA. With his smug smirk, he walks to the ring with purpose. Entering the ring, he motions for a mic to be supplied. His music continues to play for a little longer before speaking up.
Cut the music. CUT IT!!!
He smirks as a mixed reaction comes from the crowd from earlier in the night.
Earlier tonight, I came out here and said my piece amongst some of the "established" XWA talent. And If I was a bettin' man, I'd say three of em probably don't think to highly of me.
He paces the ring a bit. Leaning over the ropes, X continues to speak.
And to those gentlemen, I say this. I could care LESS what you think. In fact. I can care less what anyone in this pisser thinks. Because while I've been observing this place since Solstice, I don't see ANYTHING remotely impressive. Crybabies? Check. Egomaniacs? Check. Complete and total assholes? Check. Guys who in all honesty shouldn't be wrestlers, they should be committed for having mental instabilities? OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOh yea...that's a BIG check. I look at this roster and I say to myself "This is going to be easier then I thought". Because If my best level of comp in this place are like those three dicks earlier tonight? Or even the two guys I came out on the side of, I've got it MADE.
The mixed reaction had now turned to full out boos.
Oh wow, so NOW you boo me? You should be booing yourselves for actually appreciating the crap some of these dicks speak in this company. Some of these guys actually think what they say actually matter. Well I'm here to serve as the wake up call. You see, alot of guys in this place have there origins. And from what I gather, many of them come from the same places. Well I DON'T. I'm an outsider in this company. And I wouldn't have it ANY OTHER WAY. Cuz quite frankly, I'm not here to be anyone's buddy. I'm not here to win a popularity contest. I'm here to beat someone's ASS. and that someone is whoever's stupid enough to step in those ropes with me and let the bell get rung. I'm not saying I'm going to "take over". It's been so over done it makes me puke. What I'm here to do is simple.
WIN.
And if I have to step on a few toes, make a few enemies and piss a few people off to do it, oh well. That's what that Gallas guy is paying me to do. And I'm REEEEEEEEEEEAL good at what I do. So to all of you yokels backstage...
X's promo is suddenly interrupted by another superstar's entrance music.
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Post by jasta on Sept 12, 2007 23:55:57 GMT -5
The theme that plays is "Pariah" from E. Town Concrete. The man making his way into the arena, The National Champion Bryan Jasta. At the top of the show, tempers flared, and rather then getting a match... All Jasta got was incessant yammering from "other talents". Jasta makes his way to the ring, and calls for a mic to address the new comer...
Well now. It appears that you've got quite a lot to say. And to think, no one even knows your name. Be that as it may, I don't quite feel like sitting out tonight's show on account to other idiots sticking there nose where it doesn't belong. Idiots who feel they need to...
Jasta pauses...
Hmmmph...does it even matter? I think not. I had intentions on defending this National Title tonight, but sadly I don't think the Board would approve me putting it on the line versus a newcomer with no name. But what the hell, I'm more then game to entertain myself with you in the ring. You talk a decent game, my friend. I'm interested in seeing if you can back that talk up.
Jasta awaits the response from the thus far un-named man.
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Post by x on Sept 13, 2007 0:06:31 GMT -5
With a surprised look on his face, X looks around to the spectators. The last person he'd expect to take up his challenge was a champion. Even if there'd be no title on the line, the chance to BEAT a champion would be a feather in his cap none the less. He brings the mic to his lips and speaks.
All you need to know, is that I'm X-RATED. And it ain't from running around with my junk hanging out of my pants. They call me X...because I just don't give a...
X stops himself mid sentence. He clears his throat and continues.
Anddon't for a second think when I cam out here earlier, I was jumping on you and the Italian's band wagon. I don't need to ride ANYONE'S coat tails to the top of this company. I'll get there MY way, on MY terms. As for backing up my talk. I do that in SPADES. Because X damn sure has plenty to say. And I'm not gonna be censored. If you don't like it, TOUGH. Cuz this place is already full of sugar coated asshats and loose lipped pinhead who need a nice cup of "Shut the F' up". And I'm just the man to quench there thirsts.
X takes a step forward at Jasta.
Soif it's a rumble you're looking for, big man. I've got MORE then enough fight to go around.
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Post by dio on Sept 13, 2007 0:23:19 GMT -5
Plenty of fight to go around, eh???
The crowd explodes in cheer, as out from backstage steps the one and ONLY Evan Fate...
Well that's good. That's REAL good. Because ya see fellas, I'm lookin' for a FIGHT myself. And seeing as on one side of things we have our new National Champ, and on the other side we have the newest "Combatant" to step into the doors. I said to myself backstage "what can I do to keep myself busy tonight?" And then I hear Mr. X-Rated in the ring, talkin' the talk about how he's not here to make friends, and how he's willing to step on people's toes to get ahead. And THEN, Mr. Jasta comes out, and I say to myself "Oh you KNOW you have to say something now."
Evan begins to walk towards the ring.
The way I see it, since this seems to be about proving points and seeing if guys are all talk. That means it's all about serving up a "Reality Check". And seeing as I'm Mr. Reality Check 'round these parts...
As he reaches the ring, he slides in and stands man up with Jasta and X.
Come on. Do I really have to say it? I'm gonna see if YOU...
Points to X...
Are as bad as you think you are. And if YOU...
Points to Jasta...
Are good enough to have that strap on your shoulder. Consider it my little gift.
Evan stands awaiting either man's response.
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Post by jasta on Sept 13, 2007 0:34:08 GMT -5
Jasta was almost shocked of the arrival of Evan Fate. Of course, Jasta was never one to be out done.
Well now, to be graced with the presence of THE Evan Fate. What should I address you as, Prince Evan perhaps?
Jasta laughs to himself before continuing.
It looks to me like we have ourselves quite a situation here. We have three men, eager to pretty much try and kill each other for the benefit of an international audience. A champion, A megastar and an outsider. Sounds like an interesting idea indeed. It's crying shame that BOTH of you are pretty much going to be out classed, out wrestled and OUT GUNNED by me. Just as I did the same at Solstice. Just as I've done since coming here. JUST as I will continue to do to ANY man foolish enough to test me.
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Post by dio on Sept 13, 2007 0:44:56 GMT -5
Evan gives him a devious smirk. He raises his mic to speak. [/size]
You know what??? I think that's AWESOME. I mean really. Without a doubt I think it's 110% straight up freaking STUPENDOUSLY awesome that you can stand here in this ring and actually be FULLY that much stuck up on your own hype.
A collective "oooooh" from thr crowd follows.
You're big. You're bad. You're tough. But ya' know what you're not? UNBEATABLE. I think that's been proven a few times here. Not gonna drop names though. Hell, so have I...just not as much as you. *Heh heh* But jokes aside, This isn't about a belt, or even pride really. This is gonna be about ME giving you...
Points to X...
And you...A nice lesson in how to get SERVED. And me giving these fans exactly what they want. Me, in the middle of the ring, with my hand raised in the air. Yea...That sounds about right.
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Post by x on Sept 13, 2007 0:54:39 GMT -5
X watches as the two men go back and forth. As soon as Fate finishes his second statement, X decides to jump in.
Get a load of this guy? You walk out here as if you're Mr. Big? And I thought that dude in the face paint had a mental issue. You both think it's gonna be that easy? *Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffft* I don't think so. I didn't sign up to be anyone's whooping boy, or anyone's cheerleader. We can stand here all night and talk up a freaking storm, like some of the other retards around here, or we can settle this in the ring. But then again, We were going to do that anyway. And all YOU both need to know, is that I've got plans for XWA. Tonight, I show you, and the rest of this shitbowl what I can do. And then, I turn this son of a bitch on it's ear.
X awaits the response from either opponent.
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Post by jasta on Sept 13, 2007 0:58:31 GMT -5
Jasta looks to X and replies...
How many times have we heard THAT before. Only ONE man in XWA's ever came through on it though. ME. Like I said, you talk a MEAN one, "X". But I'm going to put it to the test if you can back it up...
Jasta takes a step back...
I'll do the rest of MY talking in the ring.
Jasta drops his mic and takes his leave of the ring.
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Post by x on Sept 13, 2007 1:01:25 GMT -5
As Jasta leaves, X merely smirks at him. He'd find out that he was all business soon enough. X then takes a long look and Fate with the same smirk. He drops his mic and rolls out of the ring himself. It appeared no further words were needed.
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Post by dio on Sept 13, 2007 1:04:10 GMT -5
Both men had left the ring. Evan looks around to the crowd and nods. This was going to be a decent test of his abilities. Jasta was a top notch fighter, all be it an ass. And neither of them knew what X-Rated brought to the table. Still, Evan was game. And the game was one. As Evan leaves the ring, the show goes to break.
FIN
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