Fluked (Kayn)

[epic]

The camera opens backstage, with Scott Epic dressed to compete. He's got a microphone, no interviewer. He begns walking down the hall as he speaks.

"So... Takedown didn't turn out so well for everybody's favorite PWNstar... I got it, I hear you. I'm not blind to the facts. Hell, I even escaped last week with a nasty ass fine. Oh, and, let's get this out of the way..." He stops, looking directly into the camera. "To the XWA.com newb that was just doing his job and learning what happens when his brain goes AFK from his mouth... I... ehh.... apologize for breaking your nose.

There, Gallas. I did the public apology, you can't suspend me." He continues his trek.

"Now, back to where I was going. See, Scott Epic is no stranger to things going awry... I even lost my first match to Genesis, you see... But, short of XWA management unifying a title or some BS like that... Scott Epic ALWAYS wins. 3 brutal wins later, and Scott Epic sent Genesis on an extended vacation of hurt feelings. It's history, folks, look it up. That's why... Hell, I ain't sweatin' Takedown's loss, kids." He ascends the steps of the production area, "'Cuz, frankly? Scott Epic's out here to prove that another Xtraordinaire is nothing but an absolute..."


He pushes through the curtains, walking out onto the stage, to the booing crowd that had heard his every word.

"...an absolute FLUKE."

He lowers the microphone, the crowd disagreeing with him loudly. Smirking, he continues his walk down the ramp. Somewhere, a "Shut the Hell Up" chant can be heard breaking out.

"Just like your win on Takedown, Kayn. Scott Epic knows that he pushed you to your limit. Scott Epic knows he had the win over you the second that he decided to have it. Scott Epic knew too much of this, he momentarily took his eye off of the ball, and you got in your lucky shot. How's that EPIC WIN treating your neck, by the way? Can you go tonight? Are you going to be able to fight?"

Scott smirks, knowing it was he who landed the patented move of the match... Kayn just getting lucky with a standard leg drop that landed awkwardly, stunning him momentarily. He climbs up on the apron, stepping through the ropes of the ring.

"Because, Kayn... I'm not done with you. At all. Do I really have to come back there and make sure that you're not done with me? I know there's plenty of solid pipes sitting back in a maintenance closet or boiler room that I can bring with me as a conversation starter.

What I want Kayn...

Is a rematch. Tonight. Same ol' ShiZ. You and me, one on one, and this time, Scott Epic whips your ass, takes you down, and puts your shoulders on the mat for a count of 3. Now all that you've got to do, is come out here, and nod your tiny head atop of it's grossly mishapen neck, and say

YES."

He awaits the answer that everybody is by now screaming for.

[Kayn]

*It wouldn't take long for Epic to get his response as "Hammer Smashed Face" played through the Wachovia Center. After a few moments Kayn walked through the curtain that separated the backstage from the arena wearing his ring gear and a Philadelphia Flyers hockey jersey to a huge pop from the Philly crowd. The music would die down as Kayn brought a mic to his mouth.*

"You know what Epic, I've got to hand it to you. I've heard guys spout off at the mouth before, but I can really tell that you actually believe what comes out from there."

*A pop from the crowd as Kayn continues.*

"I've seen guys like you come and go. Guys who touted themselves as 'The next BIG thing' or 'The guy that's going to turn this industry on it's ear' and you know where most of them are now? They're either at some unknown federation that 'sells out' a local grade school gymnasium, or they're telling their story to anyone who will listen. I will however give you your due, when you get handed a loss, you take it in stride like it's no big thing and not tuck your tail between your legs and run out of here faster than a Bruins' fan that would make a claim of being cheated in Game 7."

*A huge pop comes from the crowd. Kayn pauses for a moment to nod to them before continuing.*

"But there's one thing you have to remember Scott, and that is there IS a reason why I have become one of the measuring sticks of this company. I have helped make careers and I've helped end careers, and most of the careers I've ended are the guys who think they're going to use me as a stepping stone to something greater. So if you want a rematch, you've got it..."

*The crowd explodes but Kayn isn't finished.*

"... but make sure it's something you really want, because I'll have no problem helping you find the exit like I've done to others before you."

*Kayn lowers his mic and waits for Scott's reply.*

[epic]

"It's funny how you somewhat allude to the fact that, hey, I'm not the first to run my mouth. I'm not the first to back it up, either. Thing is, all I'm hearing outta your mouth is the same old, tired spiel that I've heard since day 1. MG, Genesis, Kade, alla them figured they'd be the one to, A.) Shut up Scott Epic... and B.) Save the rest of the roster from not only hearing my voice, but to also have me open their eyes to the phenomenon that I am.

The uncrowned Xtraordinaire. The guy that tore through the entire ranks of XWA's elite and did that at the dawning of his XWA career, no less. Now, there's where the method to the madness is.

I could go for the guys that say that they're a big name, coming in from somewhere else with all of their accomplishments, shiny belts, and notches in their bed poles. I could do that... I really could. If Genesis didn't already have a shiny new nameplate from this place exclusively, I could already have done that. But no, that's not me.

I could go and play Poke-Title, build myself up that way. Being a gold whore, that could be fun. I could toot my own horn about that day in and day out like you couldn't believe.

Nah... not my style either.

What I do want, is to take the recognized best of the XWA... embarrass them. Take them down and manhandle them. Climb the pile of their corpses while I leave behind a trail of their own blood. And so far, so good, Kayn. You're the final piece. Genesis may have gotten one on me, but soon he was my bitch and he was A.F.K. for the rest of the year. MG couldn't even handle me in one, single match. And you? Your chance to be Scott Epic's bitch is coming. ANd that time, is tonight.

You're damn right that I want this.

[Kayn]

*The crowd cheers as Kayn stands on the stage and smirks before bringing the mic back to his mouth.*

"Well we'll see who's going to be who's bitch later tonight."

*With that Kayn stands for a moment before he puts the mic down on the stage.*

Buzz: "I can't wait to see Epic knock Kayn down a few pegs. I think if anyone can do it, it's Scott Epic."

Matt: "I don't know Buzz, Kayn has come out on top many times before, I don't think he's going to rest on his laurels."

Buzz: "Look, Kayn got lucky at Takedown, this time Epic is ready for him. There's no way Epic is going to lose this time."

*Kayn stood on the stage for another moment before his music started. He then looked out the the fans in Philly and pointed to them all before looking back into the ring at the man that he know would be the proverbial thorn in his side for some time this year, he then took his leave and headed back to the backstage area to get ready for the match that would take place later this evening.*

-END for Kayn