Insert "Ascension" Themed Promo Here (TD Cruc)

[epic]

Not to be outdone by Overload (willingly), a certain member of the TakeDown Crucible match decided to make his presence felt.

UNDEAD!!!!

The familiar song rings out over the P.A. system, and it was time for the man to get acquainted with his opponents for the evening, two of whom he'd never met, seen, or even paid attention to. Hey, if you ain't Scott Epic, or you ain't under his boot, you ain't existin'. Stepping through the ropes, though, he looks to change that.

"Well, it looks like my time of Xtraordinaire bashin' and killin' is coming to a close.

Don't cry, don't regret... we've had fun on our little journey, haven't we, XWA? I mean, just last week, one week after completely PWNing Kayn for the fastest win in XWA history at 38 seconds, mind you... I once again made Genesis my bitch and showed each and every one of you that just because you've got a special little title in front of your name...

You still ain't a damn thing!"

After speaking the last sentence into the microphone, EPIC lowers his microphone to the chorus of boos.

"See, this is why I don't even blog this moment of truth for you people, because the truth obviously hurts. I've singlehandedly taken all of your company made super heroes, fed them a healthy dose of Kryptonite, followed up with a face full of their dessert...

The canvas.

And now? I'm going to do the exact same thing to two others that think they belong in the same class as me and think that they should be one of those company-adorned super heroes. Ladies and Gentlemen, along with taking down my gutless, coat-tail riding Xtraordinarily useless bitch and mortal enemy, Kayn...

I will be smashing the face of both Mr. Clean and a dirty, smelly Viking! Please, hold your applause!"

Scott believes that he hears a certain, dirty, four letter word accompanying the "Shut up" chants of the audience.

"Shhh... you're going to get the FCC to shut this show done before I can achieve my destiny!"

Someone has obviously heard enough, since a theme song brings the crowd to their feet from their vulgarity...

[tryton]

The theme in question was Saliva's "Ladies & Gentlemen". The crowd explodes in cheer as the XWA World Champion Tommy Tryton emerges from backstage, the title belt around his waist as usual.

Matt: And here comes our incomparable champion. It was at this very event last year that Tommy Tryton bested five other men to win the World Title. You can bet the farm he knows all to well what's at stake tonight.

Buzz: Going into a match like this as champion is always a daunting task, seeing as you don't have to be pinned or submitted to lose your title. That's gotta be weighing on Tryton's mind tonight.

Matt: If it is, you'll never know for sure. That's a look of sheer determination on the face of the champ. He's ready, no doubt about it.

Tryton now joins Epic in the ring. He's handed a mic, and after sizing up the competition, he speaks.

Mr. Clean? Seriously? All the witty one liners and trash-talk fests you're world famous for these days, and all you can come up with is Mr. Clean? Captain Picard mighta' scored you some cool points. Kojack would have really put it over. But Mr. Clean? *sigh*


FAIL.

Tryton gets a chuckle in before continuing on.

I wish I could say that I'm impressed with what you've done here on Takedown. Your lil' Xtraordinare crusade and all. But, well...I'm not. Yea sure, you scored a record setting win over Kayn. Yea, you've beaten all 3 of the exiting Xtraordinares. Impressive feats, yes. But enough to put you on some pedestal of inhuman greatness? Not a chance, buddy-boy. Because now comes the time for Scott Epic to put up or shut up. You've made a name for yourself badmouthin', wise crackin' and web bloggin' for a lil' under a year now. And it's gotten you noticed, sure. Now you're in the big time. The main event. And up for grabs is this.

Tryton takes the title off his waist, and holds it high over his head. After a huge pop from the fans, he rests it on his shoulder and adds.

For the last year, I've carried this belt with pride and honor. I've upheld what it means to be a fighting champion. I've taken on every challenge put in front of me, and succeeded. Tonight, I face a familiar challenge from a different perspective. Last year, I was one of six men who stepped into the 1st Crucibal match. And by sheer will or pure luck, I managed to pull out the unthinkable, and become XWA World Champion. Will I have that same luck tonight? Who the hell knows.

Everyone in the building and at home knows that the "smelly Viking" as you said is the heavy favorite to win tonight. Having stepped in the ring with him twice and actually walked out on my own power, I can tell you...I understand why he's so heavily favored. But I'm as always bringing my A game. And Kayn, despite your recent success against him, is a pro who knows when to turn it up a notch when the spotlight is on. The odd man out here Scott...is you. Now you can stand there and talk about how you're going to "smash our faces in". But talk is cheap, my friend. When they lock that cage, reality is going to set in real fast. And you're going to realize that there's no shortcut or underhanded shenanigans you can pull off that's going to help you. Time to put your money where your mouth is.

[epic]

"It's always the same, isn't it?

Time and time again, whenever it's one of you "established" guy's round here that gets to face Scott Epic for the first time... it's always "This is the time to put up or shut up." Same old tired line day in and day out..."

Epic yawned, leaning back in the corner, staring at his championship. "I don't know if I'm more bored by that, or the fact that everybody's sucked so much that they haven't been able to take that title belt off of your shoulder by now."

The fans boo Epic's disrespect of the champion.

"See, I've been the black sheep 'long as I can remember. I mean, lot'sa problems from where I come from when you're just as naturally good as this. In fact, I'm thinking that the only reason that you're seeing me as an "odd man out" in all of this, is because you each outweigh me by like a seventy pounds or so... right? That must be what this is getting at...

Experience? Can't be... I'm right in the same class as Buliwyf who smoked your ass, not to mention I've taken my years of my own time of ass-kickin' and took it to anybody and everybody that's decided that they've had a problem with me. From a day 1 guy like Kayn, to a crony for MG, Epic's put a lastin' impression on all of them. Normally got the "W" too..."

Epic pushes back from the turnbuckle, approaching Tryton.

"Think of me as the black sheep. Go ahead, I dare you. All it takes is a split second for me to come flying through the air, moonsault you flat on your back, and keep you there for three seconds. Three seconds, and that's it! Then you, Buliwyf, Kayn, the fat twelve year old in the front row, the hot dog guy that just tripped down the stairs, and the old janitor that's trying to patiently get your bawlin' ass off the toilet after I beat you will never, ever forget!"