The Hunted (Pollox)

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The fans rise to there feet following a break, as E.Town Concrete's "Time To Shine" booms over the PA system.

Buzz: Ooooooooooooh man!!! You know what that means, people. Here comes the BAIN!!!

To the stage comes Ethan Bain, one of the most impressive physical specimens in all of wrestling. The 7 foot monster plays to his fans with a raised fist in the air. Making his way down the ramp, he gives fist pounds to the fans in the front row. At the ring apron, he does his now signature bound over the top rope, entering the ring. Ethan then calls for a mic, and gets right down to business.

You all know me. You all know what I'm about. So you all should know why I'm standing out here tonight. And his name...is Pollox Troy.

Boos fill the arena at the mention of the man known worldwide as "The Master Manipulator".

Pollox, let's get the obvious out of the way...I hate your god damn guts, and you hate mines. Last year, you had the nerve to talk about me being a younger version of you. I don't think so. You and me, we got NOTHIN' in common. Never have, never will. Well, maybe one thing, and that's the fact that this ring ain't big enough for the both of us. There's somethin' else you said last year at XGames that's bounced around my head the last four months. And that's "I'll get your respect even if I have to beat it out of your." Well, you and your brother beat me and Jimmy Ames at XGames, but guess what? I still don't respect you. I don't like you. I could care less about anything and everything that has to do with you. In short, and let me simplify this for ya', I wanna break your ass in two. There's one place in XWA that you never...EVER wanna be. And that's on the bad side of The Big Ticket. And like those Insurance commercials, "You're There."

I know your ass in is the building, sittin' in your fancy ass dressing room drinkin' Mai Thais in that silly ass Fedora you like to wear. Well grab your time card and punch in, old man. It's time to work, and I'm gonna be workin' my fist down your throat tonight. Because it's booked, signed, sealed AND deliver. You and me, one on one...right here. So...

Ethan is suddenly cut off. The boos break into a chorus of boos as the entrance theme of Pollox begins to play.

Roach: Looks like Bain won't have to wait long to here from Pollox.

Buzz: This is only the 1st show and you can STILL feel the intensity between these two. This is turning into the wrestling version of "Clean Ol' Fashioned Hate". I don't think I've ever seen two men who hate each other on the level of Bain & Troy.

Roach: I couldn't agree more. And that's pretty damn dangerous. When you have that much animosity towards another human being, bad things are always sure to follow.

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As his music plays, Pollox stands atop the stage with an antagonizing smirk on his face. The fans boo his very presence, and rightly so. This was a man who was reputed as being one of the most cunning and ruthless men in the business. At his age, he didn't even hear the boos anymore. As his music begins to fade, he raises his mic to respond to the heated words of Bain.

Mai Thais? I'm more of a vodka man, but that's unimportant. What is important right now is the fact that you seem to be a little...how do you say...bitter. But why? You already have the adoration of these...people. You're already one of the biggest names in wrestling. A former World Champion. What does Ethan Bain have to be so angered about? I'll tell you what. The fact that no matter how high up the ladder you climb, you're still going to be the same brash, hot headed young punk you are now. Face it, Ethan. You're greatest strength is your greatest weakness. How far do you think that Texas temper of yours is going to get you? No where fast. There's a reason I demand the respect I deserve. Because I've earned it. I've been a wrestler for about half as long of time you've been living. I've paid my dues. These idiots can boo me until they're blue in the face, but the TRUE wrestling enthusiasts know of my contributions to this industry. They know what Pollox Troy stands for. And they respect that. But XWA? It's superstars, it's fans...the whole lot of them. They have no idea what respect is. When a decorated athlete the likes of Magnus Von Shcwartz can be booed in favor a court jester like our current "Champion", Syrus The Entertainer...you know there's a problem. But I hold you in a little higher regard then him, because you've beaten him already.

The fans boo the blatant shot at the champion. Pollox smirks at how impressionable they were, then continues.

It's real simple, Ethan. Respect is something earned over time. It's not like some silly little belt you sling over your shoulder to signify you as "the best". If that were the case, any jackass could have a belt made and be called a champion. Respect is won by blood, sweat and tears. It's won by all costs, and by any means necessary. Which is how I handle myself in the ring regardless. A fact that I plan on using to my fullest advantage tonight. You and me, one on one? Fine by me. It just means this is one more night I get to prove why experience is...and always will be...better then youth.

Pollox lowers his mic and waits for Ethan's reply.

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Ethan gets a chuckle out of his system before turn Pollox's direction and responding.

You go on and on and on about respect. About how you demand it, and how it's earned. That might be the case of how it is back where you're from in Detroit. But where I'm from, H-Town...Houston, Texas...it ain't earned. If you want respect, you TAKE it. You do what needs to be done to make the next guy say "That dude's nothin' to f*ck with." This ain't about youth versus experience, this is about the fact that I wanna see you bleed. I wanna watch as they cart your ass out of the arena on a gurney after I break your damn back. THAT'S what this is about. I'm gonna be takin' respect out of your ass, buddy-boy. No quarter asked...and damn sure no quarter given!

The fired up Bain waits for the next response.

[pollox]

Pollox words a simple response in conclusion.

By the end of this night, I doubt I'll be the one wheeled out on a gurney, Ethan. But I'll make sure that they have one in the back ready to go...


...in case something unfortunate happens. I'll see you later tonight.

With a devious smirk on his face, Pollox lowers his mic. His theme begins once again, and he backs up slowly, never taking his eyes off Bain in the ring. Seconds later, he disappears into the back.

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The camera cuts back to Bain in the ring. And angered scowl crosses his face.

Buzz: Pollox Troy is a guy who always seems to have something under his sleeves, but even with that...he might have made one hell of a mistake provoking Bain like that.

Roach: The old term is "Awaking the sleeping dragon." And there isn't a "dragon" in XWA who's wrath is worst the Ethan Bain. You've gotta imagine that one way or another, someone's going to get hurt tonight when those two collide.

As Ethan prepares to leave the ring, Takedown goes to it's next segment.

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