The Ultimate Disrespect (o2a)

[pancho]

Even in Japan, Dan Ripley gets booed. Heavily. As his theme hits the PA, The Tokyo crowd reacts to the brash young superstar just as the Stateside fans do. Ripley, dressed in a gray suit make his slow, cocky walk down to the ring.

Goldman: What can we really say about Dan Ripley? He's arrogant. He's self centered. He's chauvinistic...

Buzz: And he's also one of the most gifted athletes in all of XWA. C'mon, Goldy. You know his credentials.

Goldman: Indeed I do. A two sport College Athlete at Seton Hall. Division 1-A All American. NCAA National Champion in the Light Heavyweight Division. There's no doubt he's got the talent. The problem is he has the ego to match it.

Ripley now stood in the ring. With a mic in hand, Ripley starts his address.

Ladies and gentlemen, in case you don't know this by now...

I'm Dan Ripley.

Ripley postures and poses in the rings as the more "Westernized" Japanese fans continue to boo.

Ever since I was a kid, I'd always heard about what Japan really thinks of us Americans. About how we're all fat, lazy, war-mongers. Well Japan, I hate to disappoint you, but we're not. Your generalization of Americans is based on the few you've maybe seen on TV. But me? I'm what America really looks like. I'm a success. Success in my athletic career. Success in business. The America you all have been accustomed to died 10 years ago. Men like me are the future of my country. And our future is looking bright. Which I unfortunately can't say the same for Japan.

Buzz: Oh boy, here we go...

I mean, take a look at Japan's birth rate within the last 8 years...or should I say the lack there of. You people are all so holed up in your careers and your silly little trinkets and technology that you don't even enjoy one of the finest parts of life, intimacy. But then again, let's face it...you Japanese guys don't exactly have much to work with in the 1st place, do you?

That one really hits a nerve in the crowd.

And then let's get into your fashion sense...or lack there off yet again. Poofy, heavily streaked hair? 5lbs of make-up? Tight, sequined pants? And these are the MEN I'm talking about. What the hell, fellas. No wonder you can't get any, you look prettier then some of the women in this country. Male fashion in Japan comes in one of three flavors. You either look like an Emo queer, a tight ass preppy, or like you're trying to be Black. But hey, It's not your fault. It's ours. It's Americas fault for dropping 2 nukes on you. apparently 64 years later it's still got this Country off access mentally still.

That gets a resounding amount of boos from the fans. More then you'd typically expect from a Japanese crowd.

Yea, yea, yea. Go ahead and boo. Be mad that we kicked your ass. About the only thing Japan can beat the US in is Cell Phones, Cars and Baseball. SUCK IT UP!!! Because tonight, I'm going to show you that we're better wrestlers, too. I know everyone's expecting me to come looking for say, Kris Cade or even Steven Higby. I'll deal with those two on my time...back in the US. Tonight, I'm looking to give some other shmuck on roster the chance to get a glimpse at greatness. Not that fake greatness that some particular "Champions" might think they have. But REAL greatness. The best pound for pound athlete in XWA, Dan Ripley.

With an ear to ear grin, Ripley lowers his mic. The stage was set. The only question was who would answer the call?

[milo]

An unfamiliar theme to the XWA fans begins to play. It was the theme of one of XWA's newest signing, Milo Miller. Milo pauses at the stage to size up Ripley from afar after stepping out from behind the curtains. Milo then continues down the ramp to ringside, then slides into the ring. He pops back up to his feet and circles Ripley once before calling for mic. He then responds to Ripley's previous words.

You know something? I'm gonna be perfectly honest with you. I don't know you from a hole in the wall. Granted, I'm kinda new here, and I'm still getting to know who's who and what's what. But one thing I do know, just like anyone else on the planet, is when I see someone who needs to get his ass kicked. And you my boy? You fit the bill...big time.

As the fans cheer Milo's words on, he adds to them.

You come out here and run your mouth, talking down on everything under the sun like you're some sort of legend. I've seen your type before. All the talent in the world and the ego to match. And in the five years I've been doin' this, it still makes me sick. I know you've probably heard the word "respect" tossed at you a lot, someone like you has to. But I'm not a naive guy. I know there's no point trying to make you respect anyone. You have to respect yourself before you respect anyone else. And the way you come out here in your expensive lil' suit, parading around the ring and crackin' jokes on everyone under the sun, that tells me that you don't respect anything, let alone yourself. You could get destroyed in this ring and it still wouldn't be enough to humble you. And that right there is a problem. That's the problem with a lot of the new class of wrestlers. They're not humble. And I'm not just talkin' about you, I'm talkin' about a lot of guys on roster. I'm surprised anyone can even breathe around here with all the hot air and inflated heads on Takedown. And that goes from our new Grandslam Champ, down to the Jabronis. Someone needs to be the wake-up call around here. And cock-a-doodle freakin' doo, here he is.

I might not humble you tonight. But I will give you a much needed lesson on when to shut the hell up. But don't worry. Soon enough you won't be the only guy gettin' taken to school.

Buzz: Hoo hoo hoooooooo...I LIKE this new guy. Right in the face of Dan Ripley with no fear or intimidation.

Goldman: I don't at all think Ripley was quite expecting this. This is about to get real interesting, real quickly.

Milo waits for Ripley's reply.

[pancho]

Ripley wastes no time in his response.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoooooooooooooooooooa. L...let me get this straight. You're going to be the guy to what? Give everyone on Takedown a schooling in what? Just what this company needs, another hero. What's your name again? Milo? Yea...that's it. Well, let me clue you in on a few key things, Milo. 1st off, guys like me...are far from a dime a dozen. Because I'm in a class all my own. How many collegiate National Champions are there in XWA? Let's see...there's me, and then there's Scott O'Dell. How about All-Americans? Yep. Me and O'Dell again. You see, Milo...I've won on every level I've ever competed. EVERY...level. So I can't be a dime a dozen because there aren't that many people on the planet who have won as much as I have. I've passed up more chances at success then someone like you, any of the asshats backstage or anyone in this arena will get in their entire miserable lives. And why? Because success comes naturally to me. True talent isn't something that can be trained in, or taught to someone. It's natural. You're born with it. And while everyone has talent in something, not everyone ever finds it. And even more times then not, there's always that chance that someone out there has more talent then you do.

Enter...Dan...Ripley.

Pacing back and forth, Ripley adds...

I don't need the approval of these idiots. Or the idiots back home. I don't need the approval of anyone backstage either. I don't need allies. I don't need someone to be my crutch, and I sure as hell don't need an entourage of flunkies and floozies to make me feel good about myself. All I need...is me. Because I'm the best at what I do...period. Pound for pound I plan on showing the world that I am the best...period. And when it comes to the popularity contest that is professional wrestling, I could care less...PERIOD. I'm not here to make friends. I'm not here to sell T-Shirts. And I sure as damn hell am not here to "Entertain" anyone. I'm here to be the single most dominant competitor on the Takedown roster. Key word: "Competitor". I'm an athlete. Not a side show. Not comic relief. An athlete. And as an athlete, I want to win...and at any and all costs. And if that means making enemies of the entire damn locker room, hell...the entire damn XWA, so be it. Everyone hated when Jordan came to town, but he still ended up being the greatest Basketball player of all time. When the dust settles on my career, they'll be callin' me the same thing as far as wrestling goes. Bank on it.

Ripley waits for the next response of Miller.

[milo]

With an unimpressed smirk on his face, Milo brings up his mic for another reply.

It's nice that you have goals set for yourself, it really is. But from where I'm standing, all I see is a guy with a lot of mouth who's still yet to really back up any of his talk. And if history serves me right, most of the time guys with mouth like you never do. You talk a good one, Ripley. But I don't think you've got the chops. You can be a Collegiate All American. You can be a National Champion. You could be the Queen of Shiba & The Scorpion King for all I care. None of that matters unless you can back it up between these ropes. Can you back it up, Ripley? I don't think you can. But I'll tell you what, we'll see how much you can talk your trash when you have either my fist or my foot stuck down your throat. How's that sound for ya'? Instead of trying to boost your own hype, how about you try living up to it? Novel idea, isn't it?

Milo lowers his mic.

[pancho]

With a small chuckle to start, Ripley replies.

Boost my own hype? Seriously? My friend, my hype can't get any bigger. I live up to it every time I step in a ring. You know somethin'? W...why the hell am I even talking to a nobody like you? You're at the bottom of the food chain, my friend. A nobody. A zero. What the hell do I have to prove to you? I'll tell you what...not a damn thing. But I'll tell you what I will show you tonight. How things get done in XWA. I don't know how things went down in the backyard fed you came from, but here...where the big timers stomp, we do things differently. And seeing as I'm the fastest rising star on the entire Takedown roster, I'll be more then happy to help you kick off you XWA career, with a nice...big...shinny...L. Get used to that letter, you'll be seeing it a lot when it comes to getting in the ring with me.

Welcome to the show, buddy boy.

As Ripley drops his mic, his music cues up over the PA once more. With his cocky, confident smirk, he backs up to the ropes and steps through them. As he backs up the ramp, he keeps his grin present and his eyes fixated on the new comer Miller, who returns the geture with a steely gaze of his own. And that would be how this segment ends.