The razor's edge (Ames)

[kaster]

Remedy by Seether plays over the PA, and into the arena steps a very confident Kaster Troy. He walks with purpose and an unexpected swagger down to the ring.

Tony: Kaster's got an uncharacteristic pep in his step, and who can fault him for it? Last week's win over Jimmy Ames gives him the right to name whatever match he wants for the National Title. Which is what I'm sure he's out here to do right now.

Willy: I said last week that Jimmy might'a made a mistake makin' that match stipulation, and I can't help but feel it's gonna bite him in the ass tonight.

Kaster, now inside of the ring with a mic, prepares his address.

The saying goes "You live by the sword, you die by the sword." And tonight, the sword comes down on Jimmy Ames. His confidence last week lead him to making our match a "Pick The Stip" match for tonight's National Title match, and of course as we all saw, I won. So now, the fate of the National Championship rests solely on the words that I'm about to speak. Now I've had a few days to work a few things out. Think of something that would be fitting. A means not only to beat Ames and take his title. But wipe that smug look off of his face, and embarrass him. Something that would give him a slice of his own "Humble Pie". And when it all boiled down to it, only one match really fits.

And IRONMAN match.

The crowd's response was less then supportive, as expected.

A match where I can beat you, then beat you again, then beat you again Ames. A match where there will be undeniable proof that I am just plain better then you. Tonight Jimmy, it's not going to end well. Not in the least.

Kaster grins as he lowers his mic. But his grin quickly turns to a scowl as the theme of Jimmy Ames fills the arena speakers.

[ames]

Jimmy steps out from behind the set with a look of pure focus in his eyes. With a mic of his own, and the coveted National Title around his waist, Jimmy responds as his music fades out.

Kaster, Kaster, Kaster. You must really think you have a handle on things, eh? You really think that I won't be able to keep up with you in an Ironman match? You think I can't go the distance? My man, Jimmy Ames is ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL about going the distance. I would have figured you of all people would remember the fact that I usually save my best performances for when the lights are bright and the stakes are high. Less we forget that I was backed into a corner last time you and I met in that ring, and what happened? Oh yea...I kicked your ass.

An out pour of cheers fill the arena as Jimmy adds...

It takes a lot more then what you've got to keep me down, Kaster. Because you can beat the crap out of me tonight. You can bust me wide open. You can have your way in that ring, but that's still not gonna win you this match. I'm not just here to be National Champion, I'm here to be the best National Champion of all time. To put my mark on this belt. And that doesn't involve me losin' it to your candy ass tonight. You're damn right about things not ending well for me tonight. They're going to end EXTREMELY well. Because when that clock strikes zero, I'll be the one who shows that in the end, I've got just a lil' more staying power then you "Old Man".

Jimmy lowers his mic with a confident grin. He waits for Kaster's next reply.

[kaster]

After laughing to himself for a brief moment, Kaster speaks his reply.

I'd expect nothing less from you. I mean, you are Jimmy Ames after all. Mr. Confident. Mr. Popular. The problem with having that tag on your head my friend, is that it's so...so very hard to live up to it. It feels great when you're riding high and all of these gullible morons hang on every word you say. But when you hit rock bottom, then what? What will Jimmy Ames have to fall back on? You live a facade, Ames. A fantasy life where it's a party 24/7. But after the next 20 minutes you and I spend in that ring tonight my friend, you'll have a little less to celebrate about then usual. It's high time reality takes a bit out of your ass Ames. And I'm just the son of a bitch to serve you up to it.

[ames]

Jimmy nods his head with a smirk before speaking a final reply himself.

That's good, Kaster. A nice play on words. But back where I come from, we've got an old saying. "Don't right a check with your mouth that your ass can't cash." You might be lookin' to serve me up to reality, but in the end, I'm takin' your ass to the bank, and collecting on it with interest. We'll see which one of us can see what they've got planned to the end. 20 minutes is all it's gonna take, and 20 minutes is all the time I need.
A nod and smirk from Ames once again as his theme cues over the PA. As the camera switches between them both, both men with looks of determination in their eyes, Ring Rage goes into a promo segment for the World Title Crucibal match.