A false sense (Finesse)

[pollox]

As the Ring Rage PPV rolls on, the fans are treated to the expected appearance of Pollox Troy to the arena. Boos ring out from the stands as he steps out from backstage, his music filling the arena speakers. The lack of support didn't affect Pollox in the least as always, he mere smirks and exchanges pleasantries with a few fans along the walkway to the ring. Clad in his signature black suit, Pollox climbs the ring step, picking up the mic that had been provided for him along the way. Once inside of the ring, he stands briefly, taking in the jeers and boos of the fans as if it were music to his ears before speaking out.

I think it doesn't need to be said that...well...I proved my point last week against young Mr. Finesse. He made the mistake of saying that "we're on the same boat." I in turn proved otherwise. I showed him that he's got a lot more lessons to be learned before he can even think about being in the same "boat" as me. And I bet all of you hated it. You hated seeing one of XWA's best and brightest young studs get picked apart by a TRUE veteran in this business. It's a dirty job, but someone needed to do it. Up to this point in his young XWA career, Finesse has wrestled a lot of matches. But he's yet to be tested. His true level of skill has yet to be seen, if it actually exists at all. Finesse my boy, it's time for you to grow up. To learn the hard, hard lessons that can only be taught between these ropes. And that can only be taught by someone who's learned them years ago. One day, you're going to thank me for this. Because by me in a nutshell decimating you now, you'll be a better wrestler down the road.

Matt: Is this guy serious? He's freakin' delusional.

Tony: Not in the least, Matt. There's always a method behind this man's madness. He's not known as "The Master Manipulator" for nothing.

Before I go on though, I'd like for you to join me in the ring, Finesse.

Pollox waits for Finesse to accept his invitation.

[fin]

With no music accompanying him, Finesse comes from backstage to join Pollox in the ring. Upon entering, he's handed a mic of his own.

Before you go on, let me see if I'm hearin' this right. You're did me a favor by beating me 2 weeks ago. And you decimating me now, will make me a better competitor in the future. Is that what you're saying?

He pauses for a moment.

Well then I guess I just better get ready to be one underachieving sum'bitch then, cuz I'm about 5 seconds off of breakin' my foot off in yo' ass.

A pop from the fans follows.

I ain't fallin' for ya' tricks, Pollox. You think you've got me figured out just from one match? Fam-o, you're seriously underestimatin' tha' kid. I know you're expectin' a repeat performance. Anyone would in your position. But I think you've lulled ya'self into a false sense of security. A mistake that's about ta' get yo' ass kicked.

[pollox]

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeasy there, big fella. I know you're a little upset about how things went in our 1st encounter. But what did you expect? To win? To prove that you're a wrestler on my level? I've been doing this since back when you were sitting in your living room watching the original season of Power Rangers and Animaniacs on Fox. I'm working and living proof that age will always surpass youth. It's not that you won't beat me, it's that you can't beat me. Because to defeat a man like me goes far beyond just pinning my shoulders to the mat. Anyone can do that. But not everyone can match my planning. My strategical prowess. There's not a match in my career I've never had three gameplans for. Because I like to stay three steps ahead of curve. Even in the case of Ethan Bain, who did defeat me a month ago...he won that battle, but the war I'll always be firmly in control of...because like so many before him...and like you right now, I got in his head. I got under his skin. Just like I'm under yours.

Pollox starts to pace around Finesse.

Just look at you, son. You're usually so cool, calm and collected. So suave. So controlled. "Ladies looooooooooove a lil' Finesse." But right now, I see a kid who's itching for a fight. A fight that he'll fight valiantly enough, but foolishly. A fight that he'll let his emotions get in the way of, and a fight he'll ultimately lose as result. It happens like clockwork. Every. Single. Time. And tonight will be no different. So to respond to your previous comment, I don't think I have a false sense of security at all. In fact, I'm feeling verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry secure about what tonight's result will be.