Samplelicious!!! (Samson first, then O'Dell/Duke)

[Syrus The Entertainer]

It was now one more to go. The last free broadcast of the XWA in 2008 before you had to pay for the last two shows. The show kicked off with the familiar sound of...

Can you dig it!?

CAN YOU DIG IT!?

CAAAAAAAAN YOOOOOOOOOOOOOU DIGGIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTT!?

And the crowd goes nuts. Syrus steps out once again to a raucous crowd, stylish as usual and just as confident as ever.

Roach: Well, the clock is ticking now. We're going down the road to XGAMES2, and there we see one man who could very well be ending the season as the XWAWorld Champion.

BuZZ: Well, if I was to pick someone that I liked outta the pack that's going in...it would have to be the S--T--E!!! I mean, he's just so...so cool!

Tony: He's one of the leagues most popular guys, that's for sure. Barring who comes out of Devil's Night the champion, I think I have a feeling who's going to have the crowd behind them the most in The Last Dance.

Syrus stepped inside of the ring where a mic awaited him. He tapped it softly...

Testing...

1...

2...okay

LADIIIIIEEEEEES AND GENTLEMEN!!! Please focus your attention to the center of the ring!!! XWA presents to you and yours, super-rockin', hard-working Mr. Dynamite...

SYRUS...THE...(and the fans join in)

ENTATAAAAAAAAAAAINNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!

And with the formal intro out of the way, it was time to talk business.

Now, what did I say last week? When I get cookin', the meal taste damn good...yeah. Well, this ring is about to become a five star, reservation only restaurant the way that I'm going baby!

Scotty...you and your new friend, you got game I'll give you that. Me and Marcus though, talking all about food and crap...we was hungry. That's what it's all about, who's the most hungry to go out and get there's. Now you knoooooooooow that Samson wanted to get a bigger slice of you...but you gotta take what you can get, so that's what we did.

Now, Darius...Darius Duke...I remember him from last year, I think. You my man, you would think not being around would have given you ring rust, but naw...you were on point. I'm feelin' that playa! That gave me and the Superman a little idea for tonight, seeing as this here is the Season Finale show. It's all about Devil's Night & XGAMES in everyone's minds...but in my mind, it's all about giving you Scott, another taste. Another sample if you will, and this time brotha, it's going down one-on-one style, you and me in this very ring tonight!!!

The fans go crazy...again.

Willy: O'Dell Vs. Syrus one on one for the first time ever? I say book it baby! Let's go!!!

That was when the sound of his partner's theme began to play. Things were just getting started.

[superman]

"Combat" played, and Samson stepped out from backstage looking as if that's what he was in the mood for. He still took some time to high five fans along the aisle, but you could tell from the body language that Marcus Samson was about business. He had his own mic, and as he stepped into the ring, he butted fists with Syrus and then turned his attention to the fans, and the issue at hand.

Like the man said O'Dell, last week wasn't enough for me. It's not gonna be enough for either of us here until the fat lady sings. You and me, we've got unfinished business, but that's gonna have to wait until another day.

But YOU Darius Duke, well...you're kinda like me. You came along last year and tried to get a fit in, but then you slid into the background. Now, here you are, back on the scene and from the looks of it you're running with the "big dogs". Or so you think...

Tony: What's he mean by that?

...cuz you if you REAAAAAAAAAALLLY wanna mess with a big dog, you're gonna have to step inside of this ring and stare these baby blues in the face!

His next words were spoken over the rise in volume of the crowd.

I don't know what your agenda is with O'Dell...and I really don't care neither. All I know is that after last week that you probably wanna settle up. So let's settle up Duke. One-on-one, man to man, me and you! This ain't no picnic and I'm not bringing cupcakes...so get ready to punch in and get to work!

Roach: So, it's a double challenge here? Sounds good to me. Let's see what the response is going to be...

[booger]

All of a sudden, Darius' theme plays over the PA, but he doesn't come out from backstage alone. He was joined by Scott O'Dell as expected. Both men make their way down to the ring to answer the challenges set forth face to face. Darius would speak 1st.

Letme correct you on a very...very important fact. Actually? A pair of them. 1st off, I don't get rusty. You my good man, got lucky. I made an error in my calculations, and I rightly lost the fight because of it. But that's just the fight. 1...fight. The war continues on my close minded friend. And in a war of attrition, it's he who can endure that wins. So by all means, fellas. Cherish and savor last week's win. Enjoy your minor victory. Because trust when I say that it's going to be tough sledding ahead for not just you, but a whole bunch of other people in XWA. And the 2nd fact is I never...NEVER slid into the background. You see, a man like me has his hands in quite a few things. Things that I wouldn't expect you, your buddy, or anyone else for that matter to understand. And it's not meant for you to understand it. I've simply observed. I've watched, waited, and plotted when was the best time for me to step from out of the shadows. And Mr. O'Dell here is 90% the reason why I have.

Darius removes his shades, putting them in his inside pocket before adding...

Scott you see is just like me. A man who desires more. More then the simple power and prestige that guys like you crave. Oh no, we seek something far more tangible then that. And we intend on getting what we seek by any means necessary. And that includes stepping on a few toes, and getting our hands dirty if need be. What you see before you gentlemen, isn't just some random team up. No no no, it's the birth of something that you and the rest of the industry is going to dread ever came into existence. And it's something that people exactly like you not only had coming, but helped create in the 1st place.

Darius hands over the mic to O'Dell...

[superman]

Before O'Dell could say something though, Samson spoke up after a short pause...

Is it any wonder why I said that I don't care what your agenda is? Guys like you always have some kind of motive or "master plan" or game-changing ideal that you THINK is going to have some impact on this business. So we've got it coming, you say? The truth of the matter is that all you two are trying to do is draw juuuuuust a little bit more attention to yourselves.

Whatever floats your boat buddy boy, just do me and the rest of these fans a favor? Spare us the philosophical crap, will ya? Let's get straight to the point!

[scott]

Scott speaks his response soon after.

That's where you're wrong my mislead, insignificant friend. I speak on my own behalf in saying that I don't need to draw more attention to myself. I already have the attention of everyone in the wrestling world. Everyone. You'd think after your 1st taste of me in this ring that you'd have figured that out. But you see, that's what my friend Darius here is talking about. I'm one of the most decorated and skilled athletes in this company. But because I'm not a kiss ass like the two of you, sucking up to all of these fans so they can buy your merchandise, I'm labeled a "Bad Apple". But the way I see it...we see it...we're not the bad guys here. You are. Darius and I are true to ourselves. We're men made by circumstance, not gimmick...or chance. And if anyone thinks badly about that fact, screw them. Because I'm sitting on the top of this business because I do things my way. And very soon, it's gonna be...my way. So you see, Samson...it's not a master plan or some plot to turn heads. I do that every time I open my mouth. What's in store isn't "Philosophical". It's inevitable. But don't you worry that stylish lil' quaff of yours about that. There's a time and a place for everything.

Giving his classic grin, the fans boo as Scott continues on.

Last week, you both proved that you're pretty decent a tag team. Against two guys who have never teamed before. So a round of applause is in order for you beating us.

Scott mockingly applauds.

But one on one, there's a little left to be desired. Syrus, you're good. Real good. But are you good enough? From your last couple of performances, I'm not liking your chances. I mean, what kind of competition have you been sharpening your skill against since Soul Survivor? The Dooleys aren't exactly what I'd call "World Class Wrestlers". About the biggest challenge you've had since Soul Survivor has probably been wrestling Sonya Robbins in the sheets. And fun as that may be, it's no were near what you need to step in the ring with me. For the last three months I've been in the ring with proven professionals. Real wrestlers, not bar room brawlers who combined have the IQ of the gum stuck under seat 12/section 14 in the cheap seats. I know you're all about putting on a show for these pinheads, but tonight I think you should be prepared for playing the role of loser. You see, it's just like every other "Main Eventer" who's come my way looking for a fight. You're the one with something to prove. Me? I got nothin' I need to prove to a damn person. I do my proving in the ring. And you had better be damn sure ready to prove you deserve the spot that's been given to you. And hell, me kickin' Brandon Payne's ass made his damn career. Me gettin' in the ring with Van Hayden put him in the spotlight more then when he beat Jasta. And me kickin' you ass, Samson has got you higher up in the card as well. Face it *Heh* I make men out of boys, win or lose. And tonight, Syrus...I guess I make a man out of you, too.

O'Dell's words oozed ego and bravado as usual. He looks to Darius and grins as the next response was forthcoming.

[Syrus The Entertainer]

You know what? About the only thing I've heard come out of your mouths tonight have been yellow bellied excuses. So you ain't never teamed up or you made an "error in calculation"...

















Gotta admit, at least that one's original.

But call it like it is, fellas. You two were supposed to have this tremendous, amazing, astounding, spellbinding...what was it...wrestling IQ last week? Yeah, and who's the men who came out on top? That's what I thought. I ain't gonna brag though...too much...

Now you wanna talk about playing roles? You two play the role of bad guys really well, cuz no matter what YOU call yourselves, that's exactly what you are. You fit the bill perfect, too!

Make excuses when you get yo asses kicked? Check.

Talk about yourself like your a gift from the gods? Check.

Hell, about the only thing we haven't seen or heard from your mouths is you straight up talking in the third person, or use one of them "megalomaniacal" laughs. Whatever this it is that you've got boiling right now with Brainiac over there, you might as well start practicing it, cuz all I see standing there is Shredder & Krang trying to take over the world, and it ain't gonna be long before you get yo Bebop & Rocksteady along with you. But you know what comes next? The Ninja Turtles whip yo asses and send you back down to the Technodrome to come up with another lame-brained plan, you come back up, you get whooped again, you go back down, you come back, repeat as necessary!

Syrus paused for a second to catch his breath.

And oh...oh yeah, got you on this one too, cuz I don't have nothing to prove to you O'Dell. I thought we made that clear, but with all the vacant space in that blonde head of yours, I guess that I need to repeat myself. I don't care about your title runs, I don't care about who it is that you continue to brag about beating, cuz 3 years down the line, I have a feeling yo ass will still be doing that. All I care about is tonight, and then the night after that, and then the night after that.

Tonight, it's you and me...and win or lose, my ego ain't changing brotha, it's over-inflated enough as it is!!! You can't make a man out of me, cuz I ain't no boy, son. I thought I told you...I'M A BUSINESS...MAN!!!

Roach: Why do I have a feeling 3 tears down the line, he'll be saying that?

Tony: At least it'll be entertaining still 3 years down the line...

And my business is pleasing fans, whoopin' ass and lookin' good doin' it! Tonight, you get to see what I do when I do what I do, and who knows, maybe you can come up with an excuse that's half as creative as Darius' there......but dayyyyyuuuuuuuuuummmmmahhhh, was that Oscar worthy or what?

The floor was now open for whoever...

[superman]

I got a good one for 'em. How about in-grown toenails? Them bitches hurt!!!

[Syrus The Entertainer]

I wouldn't know, dude...I get pedicures. How 'bout, I got distracted by Sara Beck out in the crowd flashing her boobs "Girl Gone Wild" style?

[superman]

She probably would do that just to prove she's got this biggest ones in the arena, and I wouldn't mind seeing it.

Buzz: Me neither. ;D

How about this...I didn't get enough sleep last night because they were showing "Phantoms" on cable at 3 in the morning, and I'm a huge Ben Affleck fan?

[Syrus The Entertainer]

AWWWW YEAH, Phantoms like a mo-fo!!!

Syrus and Samson give each other a high-five. A not-so-subtle movie reference.

Buzz: Affleck was the bomb in Phantoms, yo!!!

Roach: Calm down man.

Buzz: Sorry. I'm a huge Ben Affleck fan!!! AFF-LAAAAAAACK!!!

Tony: I have a feeling they might be at this all night...

Willy: And what does the Glitter team have to say?

Rose: ...

Lucy: I don't know, I just work here.

[scott]

Never one to miss a golden chance, Scott brings up the mic for a candid reply.

That my friends is exactly what I'm talking about. For someone who claims to be "A BUSINESS...MAN" you sure as hell don't take yourself or your craft seriously. And there are so many other guys just like you. I mean we've got one guy who thinks he's a "Gangsta" on roster, we've got another guy on roster who obviously bought out the entire Jim Morrison wardrobe. Hell, we've got a guy who thinks he's a freakin' angel on roster. Then we've got guys like you. Guys who would much rather come out here, crack stupid 8th grade jokes, and generally make themselves look like idiots on national TV. Good job by the way. Just standing in the ring with you two jokers is killing more braincells then being stuck in an elevator with Chet Dixon. Hey, there goes and idea, why don't you two enlist his services that way you can have a trio of idiots instead of a duo.

The boos continue to come down on Scott, who sucked it all up like a sponge.

The two of you quite simply are actors playing wrestlers. You're the wrestling version of Richard Pryor and Gene Wilder, complete with back hair-dos. It doesn't bother you, Syrus...that you're setting the Afro-American people of this country back 30 years with this song and dance you do every week? Hell, about the only thing you haven't done IS song and dance, or come out to the ring with a mic spittin' a phat rhyme. It's the next natural DE-evolution for you. And Samson? *Heh* I'm not even go go into your story because let's face it, it's about as unimportant as John McCain's run for office. A meaningless waste of time, effort and resources. Guys like you give us credible wrestlers like myself, Primo, Magnus, Jasta and dare I even say guys like Brandon Payne, Davis, The Troys and Xavier a bad name. Men who bust their asses and take this...the BUSINESS seriously. You two are in the wrong gig, you should be opening for Carrot Top or The Amazing Johnathan.

Buzz: In rare form tonight, isn't he?

Roach: He never actually took me as the kind of guy with much of a sense of humor.

So by all means, get your cheap ass lil' jokes out of your system, boys. Yuck it up as much as you can. Because when the bell rings and you're standing across the ring from both of us one on one, it won't be a laughing matter.

[Syrus The Entertainer]

You know what most of those names you dropped all have in common? Same as you brotha...you're all as BORING AS HELL!!! You think that the people come out here to watch a mouthy little toy-boy like you talk up your ass by talkin' out your ass week after week after week?

I DON'T THINK SO!!!

There's something called monotony, and Mr. O'Dell...that's what you are. That's what your friend is...that's what most of the whole damn XWA roster is nowadays!!! All the same old "song and dance". Guys like me...like us? We're the cure the common, boring, stuck-up Billy bad-ass wrestlers who think it's all about how big, bad, bold or better you think you are from the rest of the pack. You can be the mold, partnah...we'll be the ones breakin' it!

He looks over to his partner and nods.

Hell, if anything that ever came out of your mouth wasn't either talking up yourself or talking down your opponents, I might actually pay attention to your little advice...but all I do have to say to that is...

*paused*

...gotta chill, there are kids watchin'. But really homie, why're you knockin' my hustle? What'd I ever do to you, besides be everything you're not, like interesting, entertaining, popular, and capable of whoopin' yo 90210 ass up and down Texas!?

Firmly behind their guy, Syrus gets a boosts from the crowd, then gets just a little serious.

Oh yeah. When you take a long walk down the streets, and see what it's like growin' up in that and still keepin' your head up and being who you wanna be, then you can talk to me about what I mean to my fellow African-American people...*ahem*...white boy. Do yourself a favor and don't go that route again, less you want things to really get nasty out here.

See, when it's all said and done, that's the one thing that they can say about me that they'll never say about you...cuz I'm not about being better than anyone else...I'm about being like the Army back in the day-all that I can be! If that's too much for you, then well...back yo ass outta XGAMES then, cuz the same man you couldn't deal with last week, the same one you wont be able to deal with tonight, will be the one you wont be able to deal with there either.

[superman]

Samson adds...

About the only thing I agree with that came out your mouth O'Dell is the fact that when the bell rings, it ain't gonna be a laughing matter. Tonight, I'm gonna send a message through your new best friend that OTS you're the one who got lucky. That luck though, just like you're supposed "heat" in this joint is just about run out though, pal. For someone who plays off losing so pathetically, answer me this...what's so bad about being psyched up over one victory...haven't you been doing that your whole career?

You wanna talk about how my story isn't important...well, we ALL know about your story...a California boy who got lucky, got stupid and lost what he gained, then got lucky again. You're the American Dream O'Dell, like Paris Hilton or George Bush...where you don't actually have to be talented to be famous. You got me once, we'll see if you can get me twice one day, believe that. Just be lucky you're getting Syrus...he's gonna actually go easy on you. Darius...oh man...I hope you're ready to hurt.

Then he turns to his buddy and says...

And oh yeah, Syrus...on behalf of white people everywhere, O'Dell is a Malibu-Muscle Beach bum. You should never take offense to them, they're like the bottom of the evolutionary totem pole.

[scott]

Scott does his best not to fall out laughing from the words of both men. He speaks yet another response after composing himself.

Oh man, that's rich. Now see, fellas. THAT'S comedy. Hilarious. For a moment their I actually thought you both were being serious. I mean, look at the way your expressions changed. You went from being all happy and humorous to being wanna be tough guys. Does us a solid, stay being the jokes that you both are. Cuz tough guys, you're not. If I'm so lucky, then tell me something, Samson. Why is it that I managed to win the World Title, get stripped, and then roar right back and win it again? Doesn't sound like luck to me. Whereas you ran off at the mouth and got yourself laid up by Tiger Jackson backstage. Shelved for over seven months, just to come back, win a lil' battle royal, then fall back into obscurity again. If I'm lucky, you just suck out right. I don't predicate my success off of one win. I predicate it off of all of them.

Every single accolade and victory I've made in my career. And I've beaten some of the best there is. And I still wait for the day that some of those other asshats from other companies show up on MY doorstep to answer a challenge I made over a year ago. I don't just talk about being the best. I am the best. Period. While you were sitting around collecting worker's comp, and you Syrus were still doing whatever the hell it is you were doing before you decided to come into XWA and ride Jon Payne and Brent Starr's coat tails, I carried this company. Hell, I still carry this company. You walk up to anyone on the street andask them who's the top dog in XWA, and 99% of them are going to say my name. That's the facts, whether you wanna admit it or not.

Scott turns his attention to Syrus.

"Things might get nasty". What are you gonna do, rhyme me to death? *Hmmmph* You intimidate no one. You're about as "street" as Bryant Gumble. So do yourself the solid and stay playing your little role as "Entertainer". Cuz seeing you as a tough guy or a "Thug", I'm not buyin' it. Shows home much you know or even pay attention from anything outside of your lil' afro-world. I ride high and live the life I live because of what I've earned in XWA. You wanna talk about walking down streets? I'm billed as being from Venice Beach because I got my start in body building their. Trying being the only "White Boy" in a run down gym off of Crenshaw. Gettin' up in the morning to drive a beat up S10 Blazer from Huntington Park to South Central to wrestle a show at a local community center. Try living in an two bedroom apartment with six other guys because shows we worked only paid $200 a head. Having to work a dead end job in a bakery after college because there's no "Declaring for the draft" when you're a Wrestler. Since you're not a "real" Californian, let me clue you in on where Huntington Park is. Twenty minutes away from Compton. Metro Local Line 102. I grew up in South Central, my friend. So speak on what ya' know, not what ya' assume.

What I am now, I earned the right to be. So you better damn well believe that I'm gonna talk myself up on it. Because unlike you, I paid my dues. I didn't just enter XWA and get hand picked to job to Jon Payne like you were. I clawed, scratched, busted my ass and bled for this company. So forgive me when I say that you and your opinions of me are worth as much in my eyes as that shirt you're wearing. $19.95 plus shipping. When you go through what I've gone through, and still manage to come out on top, then you can talk. Until then, both of you are still upstarts. I'm the main attraction. And until someone happens along to make a bigger impact then I have on this sport, you'll here about it from me week, after week, after week.

A chuckle to himself as he concludes.

No no, I'm not monotonous. What's monotonous is the fact that guys like keep on thinking that your silly little opinions will sway me and make me say "Hmmm...maybe I should change." I'm on the top of this business because I...unlike either of you...don't conform. But ya' know what? I've had about enough of your self righteous babble. Both of you. If I'm the badguy, I'll play the role to the tee. And I'll be laughing all the way to the bank. Because unlike the little movie world you live in, where the cool, suave, afro clad hero saves the day, this is the real world. And in the real world, the badguys can win. And if you actually watch the news, most of the time they do. We'll continue this lil' discussion when the bell rings. But since guys like you obviously need to have the last word to please your silly lil' egos, I'll even let you get that in. And do make it something interesting while you're sharing my air-time, will ya?

Scott smirks.

[booger]

Taking the mic from Scott, Darius keeps it short and simple.

Is that an empty threat I hear, Samson? "Am I ready to hurt?" And you thought of that all by yourself. "Neato". It kills me how you guys can put yourselves on such high pedestals having not done well...anything actually. But then you have a man like Scott here, who's done and done and continues to do, but because he's not a kiss ass like either of you, he's a bad guy. Not from where I stand. The bad guys are the men standing in front of me. The "Sports Entertainers". The guys raping this industry of all possible integrity. YOU. I'm not wrestler. Never claimed to be. I'm a fighter. A martial artist. A man who gets paid to hurt people. And trust me, I do it well, Marcus. You got the better of me in our last exchange, I'll give you that. But I think it should be you who should be ready to hurt, my friend. Because win or lose, you will.

He lowers the mic and both he and O'Dell wait for either man's final answer.