The Challenge (Invite)

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Overload comes back from a break late in the show, and the entrance theme of the reigning X-Gen champion hits the PA. He steps out from behind the stage with the title draped over his shoulder.

Tony: Here comes the X-Gen Champion Brian Yang, in many people's eyes, one of the best youngsters in wrestling, save for the not so littel chip on his shoulder.

Willy: Don't forget he's also the longest reigning champion currently in XWA. All the talent in tha' world, and an ego ta' match it.

Yang now stood center ring. A mic provided upon entering, he doesn't waste a moment speaking out to the masses.

So here we are. Season three of XWA in full throw. Rivalries springing up out of no where, or rekindled from last season. Everyone is jockeying for that early edge. Looking to come out of the gates fast and make that much ballyhooed "statement". You know...the one the casual "I wanna be cooler the everyone else" guy will come out here and bold faced lie about NOT wanting to make? I'm sorry, but the poor son of a bitch who comes out here and says ver-batum "I'm not here to make a statement" is so full of BS he leaves brown stains on chairs when he gets up. The fact of the matter is everyone...EVVVVVVVVVVERYONE in this business wants to make a statement. From the new jacks to the big dogs. Each one of them want to send the message to the rest of the roster, and to the world. And the message is always the same.

But then, you have me.

Yang gives a cocky grin as he pauses briefly.

I'm in a different category then all of the rest. Why you ask? It's simple. While everyone and their momma's want to make a statement in this business...I AM "The Statement". I don't have to prove myself. I've already done it. I'm the X-Gen Champion. The toughest wrestling division in ALL of wrestling. A Division that pushes the limits. A Division where TRUE athletes perform. Where it's all about stepping up the game and raising the bar. And I'm not only champion, but I'm a DOMINANT champion. I've defeated just about everyone there is to defeat in the X-Gen Division. Let me run down the names for those of you not keeping score.

Ryan Blaze? Beat 'em.

Da King Cobra?...er...Kelon JAH...or whatever the hell he calls himself...Beat 'em.

Jimmy Ames? Bested.

Pablo Reyes? Owned.

Saizo Kodanashi? Schooled.

Jeff Heaven? Laid out.

Evan Fate? Done.

Seriously...who the hell is there left? One of these new guys maybe? NOT!!! Maybe when you chumps move up the food chain. Maybe one of the Hardcore guys? Nah, they seem to be just fine beating each other over the head with Kendo sticks, or cheese grating themselves. Any of you see that idiot on Takedown? If that's the level of competition I've got ahead of me in 2009, Kayn's gonna be real upset that his record didn't even survive half a year. I'm sitting of five defenses since winning this title back in September. And I've taken on everyone who's stepped up, and beat them...soundly I might add. It's come to the point where I'm pretty much Wrestling's Anderson Silva. I've beaten everyone there is to beat, so now what? I'll tell you what. Tonight, I'm the one issuing the challenge. And the challenge goes out to any X-Gen competitor who thinks they can stomach the idea of getting shown up by the best Junior Heavyweight alive. And guys? At least make me sweat a little, eh?

The over-confident Yang turns to the stage and waits for the man who would emerge to accept his challenge.

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Just a few seconds pass, and Stabbing Westward's "The Thing I Hate" booms over the PA. Unfamiliar was the song, but very familiar was the man who would step up to the plate.

Willy: He asked for a challenger, and who he got? CHRIS HEVESSEY!

Tony: Welcome back Mr. Hevessey. This just got interesting.

Hevessey looms down to Yang in the ring. With a nod of confidence, and the cheers of the fans at his back, he makes his walk to ringside. Sliding into the ring, Chris grabs up the extra mic, and proceeds to answer the challenge.

The best Junior Heavyweight alive. Now that...that's a bold statement. But...I can't knock you on that claim. You've beat the best Juniors in the world to keep that title on your waist. Saizo's a former GWGP winner. Jeff Heaven's a former World Champion. Jimmy Ames has had more title runs then anyone in XWA to date. Evan Fate well...he's Evan friggin' Fate. But there's one thing that all of the men you've mentioned aren't.

Me.

The cheer of the fans continues to roll on, as does Chris.

Two years ago, I stared a career ending injury in the eye, and hear I am, still standing. When they said I'd never wrestle again, I looked back in the Doc's eyes and said "Watch me." And I came back better then ever. Don't believe me? Go ask Alex Wyle. Oh, and about your little speech on making statements? I couldn't agree more. We all want to make statements. We all want to be seen, and to be heard. And my statement tonight is going to be whippin' your ass in the center of this ring. And when I do, that'll all but solidify the fact that the next time it happens, I'll be taking that there X-Gen title off your hands.

Hevessey awaits the reply of Yang.

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With an antagonizing grin, Yang raises his mic to respond.

Career ending injury? Oh wait...that's right. That's when Steven Higby left you damn near in a coma. Must've sucked. Forgive me for not being able to sympathize. Getting man handled just isn't something that happens to me to me often. But I am soooooooooo glad you're out here, and thinking so highly of yourself. The confidence level must be through the damn roof. I like that. Makes it that much sweeter when I drop a nuke on that confidence. It takes a lot to impress me, Hevessey. And ya' just ain't doin' it, sorry to say. I could ask Alex Wyle what you're about, but c'mon...I'd wrestle rings around his ass, too. I'd wrestle rings around anyone in this damn company. And you my blond friend are no different. If you think you're even on the level to try and take this...

Pats the X-gen Title on his shoulder.

...off of me, you're going to have to bring it to a level that personally...I just don't think you can bring it to.

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Chris inches in a little closer to speak his next response.

Let me give a little sample of what "level" I can take it to then, "Champ".

Chris drops his mic, and delivers a stiff kick to the sternum of Yang. He sets him up and delivers his new finisher, the "Northern Lights Out" to Yang. The crowd erupts in cheer as the brash and egotistical champion had been put in his place, even if just briefly.

Tony: Yang is OUT!!! Wow! That move isn't fast, it's "sudden". He hits that in a title match, and Yang's bragging days are over.

Just like that, Chris' "statement" was crystal clear. He rolls out of the ring with a satisfied grin on his face. As he backs up the ramp, he makes the universal championship motion around his waist and can be heard saying "It's only a matter of time"off mic.

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Yang is seen in the ring clutching his head as the scene ends. Underneath the grimace of pain was an obvious scowl. He didn't take to kindly to being shown up. You could imagine that he had payback in mind. And later that night, he'd get his chance at it tenfold.

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