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Post by jasta on Sept 23, 2007 19:44:28 GMT -5
The ref counted 3. The announcement was made. As Jasta was handed the National Title, he snatches it from the ref. Looking down at Fate, still collecting himself from the impact of Jasta's patented Half Nelson Suplex, Bryan smiled. One week ago, Fate managed to pin in him a triple threat. But this week, one on one, Jasta proved to be the better man. He rolls out of the ring and snags the microphone from the Time Keeper to speak.
Well, Evan. Not so hot now, are we? I told you a week last week that I would succeed in beating you, and I HAVE. But this...this is ONLY THE BEGINNING of the hell I've got in store for you, Evan. Oh it gets worse...ALOT worse. For you, and ANYONE else that thinks they're going to take this title away from me. The dawn of domination has BEGUN.
Jasta defiantly tosses the mic back at the Time Keeper. He slings the belt over his shoulder and leaves the ringside area, all the while smirking as he eyes down Fate in the ring.
Buzz: Something didn't seem right in that match. And Evan was involved in that attack last week. Now Jasta's patting himself on the back for beating a guy who wasn't even 100%? Give me a break.
Roach: A real "stand up" guy his is. Isn't he?
Halfway up the ramp, Jasta's stopped by the words Fate.
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Post by dio on Sept 23, 2007 19:52:04 GMT -5
Evan stands in the ring now. Clutching his back which was obviously further damaged by Jasta's suplex. With a scowl on his face, he raises the mic given to him to respond.
Congratu-freakin'-lations, Jasta. You beat me fair and sqaure. A WEEK after I and two other guys got punked out backstage. I'm happy fo ya'. I really am. I went against the physician's orders this week to fight you, and I guess the old coot knew what he was talking about. But do I give a crap? I don't think so. Next week, Only The Strong. If you're so big and bad, Jasta. Put your money where your mouth is. The way I see it, the series is tied 1-1. Let's SETTLE IT once and FOR ALL. You and me, one more go. But THIS TIME, we do it somewhere you've STILL yet to prove your chops in. A STEEL CAGE.
The crowd cheers there approval as Evan pulls his punk card.
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Post by jasta on Sept 23, 2007 20:01:41 GMT -5
Jasta's grin turns in a full on scowl as Evan pretty much calls him out. Jasta had to this day never won a Steel Cage match in 3 attempts. He looks down at the title in his hand realizing that as fast as he won it, he could lose it if he didn't change his misfortune. Jasta doubles back to ringside and again swipes the mic from the Time Keeper, this time rolling back in the ring to speak face to face with Fate.
You've got some NERVE on you, I'll give you that. But is this about beating me for this title, Evan? Or is it about the BEATING you, Devlin and Chase suffered last week? I bet you think I had something to do with it, don't you? You think I had you softened up this last week so I could make short work of you tonight. I don't NEED short cuts to beat chumps like you. All I need is my god given skill. Which was MORE then enough to beat you tonight, and will me MORE then enough to do so again.
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Post by dio on Sept 23, 2007 20:07:49 GMT -5
Evan gives the flustered Jasta a sly grin as he speaks.
Good. Then I guess there should be NO PROBLEMS in giving me another shot then, "champ". You'd better bet you ASS I'll be 100% come next week. And you better bet your ass that as you "claim" not having anything to do with me and the guys gettin' jumped last week, I'm gonna give whoever WAS responsible a taste of what happens when you piss off a Fate. So what's it gonna be? You man enough to fight me? Or are you gonna take you lil' win and tuck tail like some champs from "other" places?[/font]
Evan awaits his reply.
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Post by jasta on Sept 23, 2007 20:15:07 GMT -5
With a confident grin, Jasta retorts.
The last thing I'll EVER be is lumped in the category of second rate title holders. As I said, I don't need short cuts, and I SURE as hell don't need to run from the likes of you. You want another shot at the National Title? Consider it done. A Steel Cage match. No pins or Submission. Because I want the satisfaction of pummeling you to a pulp, and watching you writhe in agony as I climb that cage and leave Europe with TWO wins over "The Prodigal Son". And when I do, you'll fall to the bottom of the heap knowing that you just weren't good enough to best me. And I'll be known as the only man in wrestling to EVER best Evan Fate two in a row. I'll see you in Italy. Do try not to get banged up again though, eh Evan?
Jasta drops his mic and gives a cruel, sadistic grin. He backs up to the ropes and steps through down to the floor. As he backs up the walkway, he raises the National Title high over his head.
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Post by dio on Sept 23, 2007 20:18:28 GMT -5
Evan watches as Jasta backs up the walkway. He knew he had one week torest up properly and be ready for what was sure to be a brutal Steel Cage match, versus an equally brutal foe. His final words seemed almost like an invite, as Evan knew deep down that Jasta and more then likely his associate Primo had something to do woth last week's atttack. The camera zooms in on a calm and focused Evan before fading into a break.
FIN
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