Oh we're not done yet...(Fierhart & Company)

[scott]

As Takedown kicks off from Beantown, USA...the music of Scott O'Dell hits the PA. The crowd greets him with a hail of boos as XWA's "Man you love to hate" makes his way to ringside. As he walks down the ramp, he jaw jacks with fans, and snatches a sign that says "Ryan Rules" from one of them, ripping it to shreds. He rolls into the ring, and snatches the mic from the ring announcer's hand. He jumps at the poor bastard, causing him to flinch. Scott then gets right down to business.


First off, I wanna say it here and now, Ryan Fierhart is a lucky son of a bitch. We all saw it. I handed him his ASS from the moment the bell rung. I mopped the floor with him in under six damn minutes in that first match. But then the next two, his future "brother in law" sees fit to turn a blind eye to a few moments where Ryan plain old cheated.

Roach: This guy can't be serious? Nedermeyer called that match right down the middle.

And I don't care what ANYONE says, that 3 count in the last fall was kinda fast. Carmella Blackheart allowing him to be staff was a BAD MOVE. TWO times he's tried to screw me over. Hell CARMELLA BLACKHEART has screwed me over. Who do YOU think gave the order for me to have to face Keith Wyle? A guy who's about the luckiest sum bitch on earth. SHE DID. That's right, I'm saying it HERE AND NOW. XWA top brass has it OUT for Scott O'Dell. They wanted there "boy" to be champ, and now he is. They wanted Fierhart to beat me, so he conveniently demands the guy engaged to his SISTER to be special ref. Ooooooooooooooh, but I would have done the same and say had...Jimmy Ames or Osiris Alston as special ref, I'd be "fixing" the match. Which goes to show you what kinda BS all of you idiots are about!!!

The boos become even louder as Scott continues his rant.

Buzz: A conspiracy theory? Is he serious? Now he's blaming MANAGEMENT on his losses in XWA? What a piece of CRAP O'Dell is.

But it's all good. Because you see, Scott O'Dell doesn't get mad. He gets EVEN. And that starts right here, TONIGHT. I went and had a meeting over the week with a REAL business man, Sabastien Gallas, the XWA GM. And he's basically given me a free pass. That's right, the GM is turning his cheek to Scott O'Dell. What that means? I could roll outta this ring, and beat Berman's ass AGAIN, and not so much as even get a fine. Let me show you all...

Scott reaches into his back pocket and pulls out what looks like an XWA contract.

This right here, is Scott O'Dell's ticket to doing whatever the hell he wants. You see, Sabastien went on and had his people make me a supplementary contract. what that means is that my ORIGINAL one is still valid. Clean and legal, but THIS one adds on to the original with a few "provision". Here let me read some of em off for ya'.

-Scott O'Dell can for no reason be fined for any aggressive acts towards staff, other XWA superstars and certain members of XWA management.

-Scott O'Dell can not be disqualified for ANY reason during a match.

Oh, and this one's my favorite...

-Scott O'Dell reserves the right to name ALL STIPULATIONS for matches he shall compete in for the duration of this supplementary contract.

Buzz: WHAT!!! Oh this has gotta be the biggest load of steaming crap I've ever heard!!! It's official, Sabastien Gallas is gonna run XWA into the damn dirt.

Roach: I'm hearing this and I'm STILL not believing it. Scott O'Dell with that contract is LITERALLY UNTOUCHABLE.

O'Dell grins...

That brief and collective GASP by all of you Boston IDIOTS means that you have a full grasp on what this means. Right now, I'm the most POWERFUL guy on roster. I can do WHAT I want, WHEN I want to WHO I want, and there aint a damn thing Blackheart, Nedermeyer, The Board Of Directors, The Network, hell even the Janitor Morty can do about it. So let's get started shall we??? Ryan Fierhart, I KNOW you're in the building. So get your scrawny little ass out here NOW. We're not done yet. Not by a LONG SHOT!!!

With an evil grin, Scott confidently awaits the arrival of Ryan Fierhart.


OOC: All stips made in this post are for STORYLINE PURPOSES ONLY

[ryan]

As Walk The Line hits the PA, Ryan Fierhart steps out unto the stage with purpose. Mic in hand, he responds to the outlandish rantings of O'Dell.

Leave it to you to come up with even BIGGER ways to prove you're the biggest ASSHOLE in wrestling. You basically came out here and blamed your fall from grace on XWA Brass, and then go to the FAKE General Manager and basically have him make you a get outta jail free card? O'Dell, you've out done yourself. I never thought it was possible for you to prove to be a bigger dickhead then you were in the past, but you've done it. Congratz.

Ryan mockingly applauds...

That being said. I'm not out here to shoot this breeze with you. I'm out here to shut you up...AGAIN. I want a match. Here...TONIGHT. So I can do to you what I did to you at ID07, KICK YOUR ASS. You really think I needed Nedermeyer as a back-up plan? I called for him to be special ref so I could show him that I DIDN'T need...OR WANT his help. And I'd say I did a good job in that. So since apparently you've got the stroke to name your own match, name one...and I'll BEAT YOU. Then next week, you name another...and I'll BEAT YOU AGAIN. And AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN until you crawl up under the Venice Beach rock you came from.

Roach: Having these two out here with no one between em is a combustible situation, Buzz. This is wrestling's version of "Clean Ol' Fashioned Hate".

Buzz: Damn skippy. And I NEVER get tired of seein' Ryan whip O'Dell's ASS!

[scott]

Scott scowls at Fierhart. Just as smug as ever...

You want a match, funboy? You've GOT ONE. The stipulation? Hmmmm...

Another cage match? NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW. To simple.

A street fight? To quick.

NO no no...I've got on that's just PERFECT. PURE RULES. Because I want the satisfaction of PINNING YOU ASS 1...2...3. No one watching your back. No place to run, NO PLACE TO HIDE.

[ryan]

Purerules had proven to be a tough style of wrestling. The only two guys with any real success at it are the two men who've held the Pure Title. Ryan knew this, and he knew Scott knew as well. But never one to back down, especially to O'Dell, Ryan responds...

You and me? Pure Rules? YOU'RE ON!!! That only means I get to beat your ass without you running away, Chrome Dome.

[scott]

Scoot laughs out loud...

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! As always, you talk a REAL good one, pretty boy. But tonight, I'm gonna be doing my talkin' with my FOOT UP YOUR ASS. And then...after I beat you senseless. JUST WAIT until you see what the hell I have in store for you. I promise you this, you'll NEVER see this one coming.

Buzz: What the hell does he he have under his sleave?

[ryan]

Bring the army, bring the navy, bring your sweet Aunt BETTY for all I care. The fact of the matter is this, tonight...I give YOU a pure ass kicking. You might think that you have a little upper hand with that pretty piece of paper you've got there, but I'm gonna show you that there isn't a corporate loophole on EARTH that's gonna save you from me TAKING YOUR ASS OUT!!!

GAME ON, CHROME DOME!!!

Ryan's music hits the PA, and he raises his fists in the air triumphantly. O'Dell might have an ace in the hole, but Ryan was poised to spoil his little parade on his own terms. The stage was set for yet another battle.

End