Code Of Violence (o2a)

[van]

An new theme blares over the PA, Lamb Of God's "Omerta". But into the arena steps a familiar face, the XWA National Champion Van Hayden. With the title around his waist, He looked decidedly different as far as his disposition. Almost angered in the level of focus on his face. He enters the ring and calls for a mic.

Ladies and gentlemen. We have a problem. And that problem is that XWA is full of COWARDS. Yea, you heard me right. Cowards. Just a month ago, I got in this ring and took on one of the greatest wrestlers...no...FIGHTERS alive in Bryan Jasta. And I beat him. I did what nine other men before, including myself at one point couldn't do. And now, because I'm the man who was bad enough to beat "The Spartan", no one is MAN enough to fight me.

Like I said, Cowards.

The fans were pretty much in agreement.

The last guy I faces was Blade Myers. A former Pure Champion. But this ain't Pure Rules. Not when you get in the ring with me. There's nothing "Pure" about what I do in this ring. Just like there's gonna be nothing pure about what I do tonight. I'm calling out the 1st poor son of a bitch backstage who can muster the SACK to get their bitch asses out here and give me a fight. Not a match, a FIGHT. Let's see which one of you chumps can stand the heat.[/font]

Van awaits the response to his challenge.

[emil]

Suddenly..

THE FOLLOWING ADVERT COULD DO FOR YOU WHAT IT HAS DONE FOR MILLIONS!

the fans start booing as the stereotypical fitness song hit the P.A, the obnoxious segway riding, fitness guru, Emil Edwards made his way to the ring, as always carrying with him, his sports bag that was filled with his latest patentated products. However tonight there was a difference a waiter was making his way behind Edwards, he was carrying a plate filled with hamburgers, Emil got his way into the ring and addressed everyone with his head mic

So this is Hot-lanta? More like Fatlanta to me!

Emil laughs annoyingly as the fans boo

And here is exhibit A!

The waiter gets in the ring with the plate of hamburgers

They look yummy! They look tasty, even I, Emil Edwards enjoys a good hamburger once in a while. But the problem is that you Atlanta oinkers actually eat the whole dish in one sitting! Tragic! Really tragic! You become fat pathetic slobs that die doing just one squat, while take a look at me

Emil starts squating he does 2 squats really fast

I know you all wish you were as healthy as me, but there's a way to achieve such perfection. Buying my latest DVD! Called I am good, you are a fat loser Billy Blanks eat your heart out! This DVD will not only boost your self-esteem but will also reduce all your fat and you will feel pretty, you will feel great, and you'll look half as perfect as I do... And trust me looking half as perfect as I do, is a huge improvement.

Crowd boos as they chant "Emil Sucks"

Oh so I suck!? So my methods for helping all of you suck?! This is the thanks I deserve for helping such fat ungrateful bastards like all of you! I condemn all of you to a life of hell in earth, plagued with coronary diseases, sugar problems and getting tired after running half a mile!!!

Emil then turns his attentions to Van

Oh so here are you, Mr. Top Dog, just because you filled a greek loser who had probably eaten too much Salsiki doesn't make you a threat at all! And I am so convinced that I will beat your sorry carcass! That if I lose... If I lose...

Emil looks at the burgers and comes up with an idea

I'll eat all this burgers in one sitting! Now how you top that!?

Emil laughs again obnoxiously as he waits for an answer

[van]

Van raises his mic for a candid response...

You know something? That's the problem with this damn company. A guy lays out a man's challenge, and a god damn mouse is the 1st one to answer. I ask for a fight, and I get Richard Simmons' bastard child. Swell.

Van shakes his head.

Sadly, I'm contractually obligated to defend this title tonight. So If I have to do it against XWA's REAL Jobber, so be it. Seriously, who the hell are you? Why the hell do you even bother coming out to the ring? The last two matches you were in, you got you ass handed to you by Marcus Samson and before that you got leaked open by Jared Caine. You wanna talk about worthless wastes of payroll, You're the text book definition of it.

Van grins.

As far as I'm concerned, you can take your Cheeseburgers there and cram them up your pasty white ass. Because when I'm done with you tonight, you'll be eating out of a straw. You're about five levels below even the most suck ass wrestler in this business. You're a god damn joke. And tonight I guess I get to be the next guy to add onto the running gag that is your wrestling career.

[emil]

Emil smiles and scoffs as he cooks an answer

You know, besides being fat, out of shape and pathetic, you act like if you were a savior of wrestling. Let me remind you what you really are.

Some loser who only got his place and his belt by being Ryan Fathart's lackey.... Pfft at least I have dignity! Nobody has given me anything, all my great skills come from training hard. And not because some golden Graham who couldn't solve his problems alone asked me for help!

crowd boos, as Emil keeps laughing obnoxiously (like everything he did) he then mocks Van's voice

I know why you are so mean with me, I mean seriously... People Van hates his parents, not only because they are fat and disgusting like he is, but also because he can't explain how they could give birth to such an ugly baby! That's why I hate them too... We understand your pain Van...

But more pain you'll receive tonight, nobody, no matter how many titles they got because some Greek idiot who knows nothing but saying big words couldn't cut the chase that night... Talks down to me, I am Emil Edwards! Your real savior! And I am gallons better than this pretty fatboy! And the bet is on! I am a man of my word... And after this match I'll be a man with a title!

Chunk down a Snickers bar Van, you are gonna need it....

Emil (again) laughs as he waits for an answer.

[van]

Van raises his mic and replies...

Wrong again, dickhead. I got where I am right now by doing what I do best, Kicking ass and taking names. I carry this title because I earned the right to carry it. And I find it real funny how you can constantly crack jokes on Jasta, yet a two bit chump like you would never be man enough to face him mano e mano. Say, where were you when he was champion as a matter of fact? How come you never bothered stepping up to challenge him? I can sum that up in three words.

"You're a pussy"

And the worst kind at that. The kind that does all of his trash talking from a distance. The kind that has no god damn back bone. The kind that spits milkshakes into people's faces and runs like a bitch. That's all I see when I look at you. A bitch. And from where I'm from, a bitch is good for one thing. Gettin' on their knees. Now I don't got that route, but I'm sure you can go find that Sylvester fella and maybe toss his salad a bit backstage. But me? I'd much rather beat your ass to a bloody pulp and send your BITCH ass on your merry damn way. As a matter of fact, that sounds like a damn good idea. So do me a solid. You stand here and look like the kook queer that you are, and keep thinking that you're foolishness amuses people. I'm gonna set this mic down, leave this ring, go backstage to put my gear on, and get myself mentally ready to beat your punk ass so bad that Great Grandchildren are born with concussions.

On cue, Van drops his mic and leaves the ring. Whatever Edwards had to say next, he'd say it to Van's back.