Setting the table (Invite)

[scott]

Overload returns from it's 1st break, and Project 86's "Your Heroes Are Dead" fills the PA of the Arena. This of course was the new theme song of a not so new person in XWA, "The Franchise" Scott O'Dell. He steps out from backstage and the arena fills with boos. His reputation proceeded him perfectly. At the top of the stage, Scott looks around the arena with a satisfied smirk. Such contempt for him meant the fans knew all to well that he was STILL "The Man You Love To Hate." Scott begins his walk down the ramp.

Tony: What more can be said about this man that hasn't been said already? Brash. Arrogant. Egotistical. Self-Centered. Narcissistic.

Willy: Yea, but don't forget skilled, technically sound, physically gifted and ring savvy. Hate em or love em, there ain't many guys in the biz that has the package O'Dell has.

Tony: Very true. The problem is, he's always the 1st person to point that out.

By this time, Scott was in the center of the ring. Clad in a stylish black Armani suit, Scott brings the mic given to him up to his lips and speaks two words.

Miss me?

A chorus of boos ring out in the arena so loud, it would make your ears pop. Scott grins ear to ear as the fans show him "love".

Ah, the more things change, the more they stay the same. You'd figure after all this time, you people would know what I'm about. But then again, I guess that's the reason why you boo me. Why you LOATHE me. Because you already know what I'm about. The big three...

Me...myself...and I.

He pauses with his signature cheeky smirk. As the fans continue to boos and heckle him, Scott continues on.

Make no bones about it, people. That's never going to change. I'm the single biggest name in wrestling hands down. And why? Because I do things, my way. Stepping in the ring with Scott O'Dell is the biggest thing you can do in your career. I MAKE people in this business. Don't believe me? Ask Keith Wyle. Ask Brandon Payne. Ask our new "champ" Syrus Sykes.

The fans cheer momentarily at the mention of the champion.

Oh yea, go ahead. Cheer him. Applaud him for a job well done at XGamesII. Applaud him for managing to beat me in a farce of a contest he and the rest of the world damn well know I had no business being in...in that Fight To The Finish match. Fact of the matter is before he got in the ring with me, he was just another babyface. After he got in the ring with me, he was championship material. Oh, by the way, Syrus...you're welcome. But that was then, and this is now. And this right here in the ring, is a totally new Scott O'Dell. A better...Scott O'Dell. Faster. Stronger. Smarter. You see once the year ends, I don't sit on my ass for four months like most of the other jokers around here. I hit the gym. I train. I destroy myself and rebuild myself over again. Because that's what it takes to not just be on top, but stay on top. And dare I say...I'm in the best shape of my career.

Pacing the ring now, Scott adds...

But I'm not the only one. Oh no...not by a longshot. In fact, there's a couple of us actually. But instead of talking on their behalf, I'll let them say what they have to say in their own words.

Tony: W...what the hell is he talking about?

Just then, the theme of another wrestler cues.

[primo]

The theme in question? "In Nominee Satanas" by Bathory...the entrance theme to "The Roman Crippler"...and reigning National Champion...Primo Valiante.

Tony: Primo? And O'Dell??? You've GOTTA be kidding me!

Primo makes his way to the ring. A mic awaits him on the ring steps, and he retrieves it upon ascending. The boos of the fans was met equally by their simultaneous shock at what they were seeing, two of the most hated men in wrestling, side by side in the ring. Primo begins.

In my own words, eh Scott? Fitting segway indeed, my friend. Because my words are quite simple. They are words spoken to me in my youth. Spoken to me as I trained in Greece under Otto Marstoreous. "The weak have no place on this world." And the world I speak of exists in between these ropes. None of you peons in the arena can grasp such a concept, but this ring for men like us isn't a place of sport. It's a battleground. If you fashion yourself to be a mere wrestler, you're weak. We are not entertainers. We are not performers. We are warriors. Gladiators. And this ring is our Roman Coliseum. In this ring, only one law stands true, Destroy what stands before you.You see, Myself, Scott and the others have one common thread. One underlining trait that connects us, despite the fact that we are all from different worlds. We're all heartless. We have no remorse for those foolish enough to stand against us. And even in defeat, we rise above those who defeat us. Because they believe that small victories give them vindication. The kingdom of Shu in the Three Kingdoms era of China won many small battles...but they were still the 1st kingdom to fall.

A brief pause...

What you see before you shouldn't be surprising. It's a culmination of things that was bound to happen. Greatness attracts further greatness. Strength begets more strength. And there is more to gain when you combine strength then stand alone. Last year, I made the mistake of banding together men who were not strong. Men who didn't have the will...or the killer instinct needed to achieve the greatness I seek. But in O'Dell, not only does he have the will...but the instinct. He...like myself...is a gladiator. A "Trojan" so to speak, having the well documented success in wrestling at USC. How fitting. A Trojan. A Roman...












And a Spartan.

Tony: Oh no. Don't tell me...

Willy: You damn well knew THIS had to be comin'.

[jasta]

Flame Of The Panzerchirst, Jasta's new theme...plays over the PA, and from backstage comes one of the most feared men in wrestling, "The Spartan" Bryan Jasta, long time ally and associate of Primo. Making haste to the ring, Jasta is handing a mic through the ropes upon joining the others in the ring. He raises his mic and speaks.

Perhaps now you people are beginning to grasp the magnitude of what you're seeing. I know that there are plenty of the "men"...and I use the word loosely...backstage who it'd be in there best interests to do so with as well. Here stands three of the most skilled wrestlers on the planet. Three of the the most dominant forces in the industry. Standing with no ego or agenda...for one purpose. To take back this ring. I look at the state of XWA, and it sickens me. It sickens me the amount of so called "athletes" under Gallas & Blackheart employ who would much rather stand in this ring and talk about themselves for twenty minutes then actually compete. It sickens me the fact that wrestling has become nothing more then a joke. A circus. A cavalcade of...pageantry and idiocentric drivel. Where the worth of a man is determined by what he can do on...

Jasta taps the mic.

...one of these and not what he can do IN...

He then points down to the ring's floor.

...one of these. But that's all going to change. The time has come for the strong to put the weak in their place. The time has come for the kings to ascend to their thrones. This isn't war we're declaring. Because that would imply that there's adequate opposition for us. And there isn't. It starts tonight. And it ends...when we damn well decide we want it to.

Jasta lowers his mic.

[scott]

Scott was all smiles at the words of both Primo and Jasta. After Jasta's entry, Scott takes point and continues the address.

You see ladies and gents...Overload's tag line is "Let The Games Begin." That might be a bad choice of words, because as of tonight, play time is officially over. The three of us are like Jasta said...the most dominant forces in...this...business. Me...the building block...the CORNERSTONE of XWA. Like it or not, this company wouldn't exist if it weren't for Scott O'Dell. When the critics and nay sayers said this place would crumble, when they said it was just LXW 2.0 and would fail indefinitely, who carried the the torch? Who grabbed the brass ring and told all of those critics to shove it up their damn asses? Was it Kayn? Nuh uh. Keith Wyle? No...he was to busy being underneath Amber Gianni. Joey Curtis? Nope. Adam Devlin? Not quite. It was me. Face it folks, as much as everyone in this arena...be you sitting in the front row, the cheap seats or backstage...want to deny it...


...but I AM XWA.

I exemplify everything...and I do mean everything that this company is. I'm brash. I'm outspoken. I'm uncensored. And no matter how much the world wants to see me fail...I don't. Sound familiar, eh? But despite all that, you people still boo me. Because you all live in the fantasy world where good and evil exists, and I'm the "bad guy." But that's where you and everyone else fails to realize that unlike some of the other guys, we're not bad guys. We're pissed off, that's what we are. I'm a two time World Champion. The 2008 Only The Strong Winner. The longest tenured competitor in XWA...PERIOD. Primo is a former King Of Crimson Champion. The reigning National Champion. One of the most decorated athletes in this business. And Jasta? At one time the longest reigning champion in XWA history at 9 defenses. A career killer. A man who has lost five matches...in four years. FOUR...YEARS.
Yet you boo us. But a guy can come out of nowhere with his cute lil' witty oneliners and his pre-written lil' promos, make a cheap pop and you all go gaga over him. As far as we're concerned, damn being performers. We're going to be real. And the reality is...XWA needs a wake up call. From the Board Of Directors all the way down to this jackass holding the camera here. What stands before you in this ring...is the UPPER ECHELON of what it means to be a competitor. We're not entertainers. We're athletes. Gladiators, as Primo said. And if you're not with us, you're against us. And trust me...that's not a place you wanna be.

Scott lowers his mic. As his music cues over the PA, he looks at the two men he'd just formed a pact with, a grin crossing his face.

Tony: Ladies and gentlemen, I think we've just witnessed an bad omen for anyone in XWA. I mean, you heard what O'Dell said. "XWA needs a wake up call." What's this going to mean to the rest of the roster?

Willy: I'll tell ya what it's gonna mean. BAD THINGS. The only reason three men like them would even think about joining forces is that they're not looking to make a statement, but and example. I feel sorry for whoever that example is going to be.

Tony: We're going to send things backstage to Joe Beakman. take it away, Joe.

To Be Continued.