Settling Up (Jatsa)

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[shadow=red,left,300]Denial begins to boom over the Carver Arena PA. The fans stand and give roaring ovation for Osh Vaughn as he steps out from backstage. The midwest was "his" territory. It was here in Illinois, as well as Michigan and his home state of Minnesota that he built his name in the US. And the respect the fans had for him showed to this very day.[/shadow]

Tony: Will you listen to these fans? The roar is absolutely deafening. You can definitely tell this is an Equalizer crowd.

Willy: It don't matter where in the midwest we are, it's home court for Osh anyway ya' slice it.

[shadow=red,left,300]Osh walks down the ramp to ringside, greeting the fans along the front row in the process. As he enters the ring, he grabs the mic that had been provided for him. Standing in the middle of the ring, Osh takes in the roaring support of the fans.[/shadow]

You know, I never get tired of comin' back to a familiar place. And right here in the Carver Arena...I've got history. Back in the old days of the Mid-West Wrestling Association, we used to tear the roof off this place. *Hmmph* Those were good times, man. Good times. But that was an era of wrestling past. An era where things were different. It's safe to say, the good ol' days...the golden days...are gone. No, these days, dark times are present in this sport. A sport I've had the pleasure of being part of for 16 years. These days, only one thing drives the cogs of pro-wrestling. Power. Who has it. Who wants it. And more importantly what either side is willing to do to keep the balance in their favor. The boys of Upper Echelon showed what they're willing to do at Vendetta.

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As boos rain out from the fans at the heinous actions executed at Vendetta, the brutal assault on Osh and Adam Devlin, he continues.[/shadow]

They wanted to send a message. And I stand here with 31 stitches on the back of my noggin and a say the message was heard loud and clear, boys. Loud...and clear. You guys are willing to take things to the next level. Willing to draw blood. Willing to commit the ultimate acts of aggression to see things stay your way. I get it. We...get it. But there's one thing you boys missed in the process. That's the fact we're damn well willing to do the same. In fact, that's exactly what we're gonna do. You boys screwed up big time, because even after you laid me and Adam out, there's one problem. After you guys did your lil' celebration in the ring, raising each others hands in triumph...and after you boys left the ring. Me and Adam got up. We got up and we walked out of the ring. We weren't carted off on stretchers or carried away by the EMTs. We walked out of the Tokyo Dome on our own power. That was your mistake. The fact that ya' should have taken us out when you had the chance.

[shadow=red,left,300]Osh turns to Camera one, and directs his next comments to one man.[/shadow]

Bryan Jasta. You said it yourself. An eye for an eye, blood for blood. I have your blood on my hands, and you repaid the favor by dripping head first onto a steel chair with your Fire Thunder Driver. But it's not the 1st time I've been laid out. And it damn sure ain't the 1st time I've bled. Jasta, there isn't enough room on this show for the both of us. And I'm making it my personal mission that before I take care of that loud mouth chump O'Dell, I take care of you. You and me have some settlin' up to do. And we're going to do it right here, tonight. Now I might not take you out tonight, but you can bet your Greek ass that I'm gonna take a chunk off of it. Back in February you said "You're not the kind of man anyone wants as an enemy." Well guess what? I already am yours.

[shadow=red,left,300]Not a moment passes after Osh finishes before the entrance theme of "The Spartan" begins to play.[/shadow]

[jasta]

Jasta emerges from backstage. He wastes not a moment making his way from stage to ringside, his eyes never averting from their gaze on Vaughn in the ring. A mic is set on the ring apron in wait for him, and he retrieves it before sliding into the ring. As he stands across the rin from Vaughn, Jasta retorts.

You have no idea how far I'm willing to go to get my "message" across. What I did to you at Vendetta most would call a slap on the wrist compared to what I've done in the past, and what I'm capable of. I've ended mens careers. Taken away their livelihoods. I've watched as their wives and girlfriends at ringside scream and shriek in horror as I bleed them DRY. And I enjoy every...minute...of it. There's a satisfaction I get from knowing that these hands of mines are capable of changing the course of mens lives. That with these hands in a split second...I can take from a man all his hopes and dreams.

Tony: The man's is just a sadist. In every damn sense of the word.

And why do I do it? Simple. Because I CAN. Because this isn't sport to me. This isn't a "job". This is war. This is a showcase of warriors. And that's what I am. I am a modern day gladiator, and gladiators fight until either they or their opponent can't move. Until their dieing breath. But I don't do this for the roar of these fans, though I know that they do get sick pleasure out of what I do. I do it because I seek the challenge of a man who is capable of doing to me, what I have done to so many others. A man I have yet to find in eight years of combat. I've been defeated by men, yes. But each one of them think twice about ever stepping in the ring with me again. Each one of them have like you, tasted their own blood by my hand. Each one of them have left those individual matches with YEARS taken off the lives. So to them, their victory over me comes with an even heavier price. Which leads me to you, Vaughn...

When last we met, it was a 1st blood match. A match where you won. You opened my eyes to the fact a man capable of doing to me what I do to others does exist. But then came Vendetta, where you made the mistake all the others made, and you paid for it in blood. So your right, our blood has stained the other mans hands. But now...I don't want your blood. I want your sacrifice. I front of all of these people...in front of all of the world....I want you...to show me just how badly you want your vengeance. How badly do you want to get back at me. All you have to do...is offer your sacrifice. Offer up the one thing in this world your treasure more then anything, and I'll give you exactly what you're looking for. Redemption.

Willy: Do you have any idea what he's talking about?

Tony: Not a clue, partner. Not a clue.

At Soul Survivor, I propose a match. A match between you and me. Inside of 30 Feet of Steel. A match that can only be won...by spilling the blood of your opponent. We commonly call it...THE HELL ASYLUM.

Tony: Dear GOD!!! There's a reason the match has only been done twice. And Jasta was in both of them. He pretty much put Michael Xavier out of action indefinitely in the 1st, and the 2nd one ended in a draw because the ref STOPPED the match due in part that Jasta and Dru Nedermeyer beat the hell out of each other so badly, they BOTH were out of action for two months. It's the most violent, visceral, brutal match you'll see that doesn't involve weapons, because the CAGE is the weapon.

But this match will be different. In this match, I offer to you...my very career.

The crowd reacts with complete and total shock.

Willy: His...career? Is he serious?

You heard me correctly. If you beat me at Soul Survivor, I will walk away from not just Overload...but XWA...permanently. Not to come back under some silly gimmick, not to come back next season, I will leave XWA forever. That's my sacrifice. But I beat you at Soul Survivor...
































I want..."Her".

Jasta lowers his mic with as sick and sadistic a grin on his face anyone had ever seen. From Osh's reaction, he knew exactly what Jasta was talking about.

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[shadow=red,left,300]Osh looks at Jasta with complete disbelief. He brings his mic up to respond to Jasta's outlandish request.[/shadow]

You've got some balls on you, ya' know that Jasta? What the hell makes you think even for a second that I'm going to agree to those terms? You're out of you god damn mind.

[jasta]

With a grin on his face, Jasta replies.

Am I now? I'm willing to offer up my place in XWA. My entire wrestling career as we know it. I guess that would suggest I'm a little crazy. Or...does it suggest that I'm that confident in my abilities that I'll leave you broken, battered and bloodied in the ring enough to take that risk. The question is are you? Are you wanting to protect her?, or is it because deep down you know that in your heart of hearts...you can't beat me.

Tony: I don't know who "she" is, but I do know when someone's trying to bait someone into a trap. Don't do it Osh!!!

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[shadow=red,left,300]Osh scowls. He knew exactly what Jasta was trying to do. But what made it worse was the fact that it was working. But was it worth the risk. One one hand he could rid XWA of Jasta's menace once and for all. On the other hand, he could risk losing the one thing in the world he valued most.[/shadow]

I've already proven that I can beat you. And I WILL beat you again. But I'm not giving into what you want. You're not gonna lay a god damn hand on her.

[shadow=red,left,300]Osh stands tall to his words, and waits for Jasta's next move.[/shadow]

[jasta]

Jasta responds.

*Sigh* I see. You're going to make this difficult. You're going to make me force this out of you. Fine then. How about we have us a little wager tonight. I'll face you in this ring, one on one. If you win...well...you win. I'll give up my little quest and I'll even let you be the one to choose how we settle things at Soul Survivor. But if I win, it's you and me...in the Hell Asylum...with "Her" on the line. And my career WON'T be on the line then. I gave you a pretty big offer at 1st. But since you want to play it hard, I'll just have to raise the stakes a bit.

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[shadow=red,left,300]Osh steps up even closer. Now face to face with Jasta, he answers.[/shadow]

Oh don't you worry. Regardless of how things go tonight, we'll still do your Hell Asylum match at Soul Survivor. But as far as you getting anywhere near her, it'll be over my dead body. Bank on that.

[jasta]

Jasta gives one simple statement in response.

Be careful what you wish for, Vaughn. Stranger things have happened. And I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you before I properly am able to write your swan song. I'll see you...later tonight.

Jasta gives a chilling grin as he steps back from Vaughn. He backs up to the ropes, never taking his eyes off of the man. Stepping through the 2nd rope to the apron, he then drops down to the arena floor. He sets the mic on the apron, turns, and begins his walk back up the ramp.

[osh]

[shadow=red,left,300]Osh stands and watches as Jasta leaves the ringside area. With a scowl on his face, the Overload announce team weigh in with their thoughts on what they'd just seen.[/shadow]
Tony: Willy, we've seen our fair share of tense situations here on Overload, but I have no idea what we just saw. Who in the world is this "Her" they're talking about?

Willy: Like I know. But I'll tell ya' what, I'm gonna try my best to find out. Whoever she is, Jasta's got a jonesin' for her, and Vaughn don't look the least bit pleased about it.

Tony: We might not have to wait long to find out. You heard how the match is going to go down. If Jasta wins tonight, Osh HAS to put "her" in the crosshairs of Jasta's twisted ambition. This wasn't pretty to begin with with these two, and now it's turning into something personal.
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Osh prepares to leave the ring. As he does, Overload goes into it's next segment.

The End.[/shadow]