No-show (o2a)

[browne]

Say What You Will kicks up on the P.A. system, signaling the arrival of Nathan Browne. He comes out looking even more pissed than before. At ID08, Nate came out to the New York audience and set forth a challenge to Micheal Xavier. After minutes upon minutes of waiting, Nate finally got an answer, but it was to late to do anything. Everything was locked in, and the show was ready to go. Now, Nate carried the frustration he already had at ID08, and brought it to Takedown in an amplified form.

Nate storms down to the ring and calls for a mic. As he receives it, he yanks the stage hands arm off taking the microphone from him. He returns to the center of the ring.

Micheal "No Show" Xavier.... You PIECE OF SHIT! What you pulled is beyond pathetic. Before, and during ID08, you claimed to have 'let me win', yet you're too damn PUSSY to come to the ring and fight me like a man? What happened, did you lock yourself in your changing room and cry over the fact that your brother is obviously superior to you? The fact that he gets laid by one of the hottest chicks in the world, while you bust it to 'Barely Legal: Dragon hoes"? Or, did you stay backstage in fear of ANOTHER ass kicking by yours truly? Either way, you're nothing to me. Your words mean NOTHING, and your wrestling skill is also NOTHING.

These harsh words coming from Nate silent the crowd. They don't know what to make of the anger coming from the usually cool, calm guy that he's known for. Hell, as of late they don't know what to make of him.

Well, now that Dragon boy is completely out of my system, I present to the males division a challenge. A challenge to any man out back who thinks they've got what it takes to beat me, the rookie, Nathan Browne. Don't get me wrong, I'll give you props if you beat me fair and square, no doubt about it. Buuuut.. If you lose? You better know that you're going to hear it for the rest of your career.

[xflame]

Inside the Fire blasts on the speaker system as Michael comes out with a fowl look on his face. He doesn't even wait on the entrance stage. He marches down to the ring with a mic already in hand. He climbs in and signals the music to be cut.

Listen you piece of nothingness. You wanna know why I wasn't able to show at the pay per view? Because someone tried to take me out. I was driving down to the arena when some fucker fish tailed the front of my car. My car is wrecked, but I survived. So I was at the police station all night filling out forums and crap. So you wanna talk shit about how I'm nothing when someone tried to take me out?

BIG FUCKING MISTAKE!

The time for toying with you is over Nathan. It's time that we settled this little feud between us once and for all. It's time to show you why I'm the real fucking deal. To show you why I'm as dangerous as they come. I don't care what the match or the stipulations are. When I enter this ring, I am going to tear you limb from limb. Mr. Nice guy is over. Mr. Asshole is here. And its time to show your rookie ass exactly who you're dealing with.

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[browne]

BOO-FREAKIN'-HOOOO. You've lied to me in the past, about the same old "I let you win" bullshit, what makes you think I'd fall for that horrid LIE.

For all Nathan knew, Micheal really might have been in a car accident, but he didn't care.

You want a fight? No more gimmicks. No more stipulations. One on one, Micheal Xavier vs Nathan Browne. Singles to see who is TRULY better. Anyone can win a tables match, hence why you excel in them. Singles, one on one takes TALENT. Tonight YOU'LL be the one tested to see if you're talented, not me. YOU. I don't need to prove I can pin you, or slam you threw a table, or whatever. I don't need proof I can beat you. You have yet to pin me, and to be fair, it doesn't seem like a really hard task. Dru Nedermeyer? Beat me down and pinned me for the 1-2-3. Bryan Jasta? Beat me down and snagged a pin for the 1-2-3. You? NOTHING.

So, as big of a mistake as it is, I'll still stand by this one statement.



YOU ARE NOTHING!

[xflame]

Pffft. Nothing. You wanna know whats nothing? You're attempts at beating me. They mean NOTHING. Why? Because they haven't put you anywhere better. Only when you can truly beat me in every possible way, then you'll be there. Until then, you're simply a rookie trying to make a buck.

So sod off. No one gives a fuck about what you're trying to do in you're little career. I've been world champ. I've held titles. I'm leagues ahead of you in status. You're just a little entry boy. I'm the mother fuckin' ruler of the ring.

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[browne]

Ruler of the ring? PUH-LEASE! You're right, Mikey. my wins over you mean squat. Why? Because up to this point in your career, you've done very little. You've barely made a name for yourself. "I've held world titles, rah blah". So? Last time I checked, the only thing that matters here in XWA...is what you do in XWA. You can run with a flawless record somewhere else, but that doesn't mean shit here in The X... Oh, and obviously you don't have that winning streak I was talking about, considering more than half your matches resulted in you losing, hehe.

Thus far, I haven't been having much problems beating you in every single way, now have I? Let's see how Takedown goes, maybe you can add another tick to your famous 'loss' category.

You're right, Mike. My wins mean nothing because all this time I've been facing a nothing. Thanks for proving my point.

[xflame]

Personally, I'm done talking smack with you. So you can think all you want about me tucking tail and running from a mic fight. Talk smackin with you is like talkin' smack to a retard. Time for talking is over. Time for fights and decisions.

You wanna go to Gallas and make the match whatever you want, thats fine by me. Just know that I'll be seeing you in this ring

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