Declaration (Kayn)

[Tyson Terra]

TakeDown returned from commercial, and the lights dim to a dark reddish hue. The sounds of Massive Attack's "Angel" fills the arena. The crowd begins to boo, but much of them are silent. From out of the back, the tall, dark and mysterious man known to the world as Tyson Terra walks calmly and flames violently rocket toward the sky around him, as if he walked out from the fires of hell itself.

Goldman: We're back...and here walks one of the most talked about figures in all of professional wrestling today. The Problem Solver, The "Devil You Know", Tyson Terra.

Buzz: Hasn't spoken a lick since that blindside attack on the World Champ Kayn at the Tribute show. All he knows how to do is attack from behind. I'd like to see him face-to-face with the champ and see if he's as "devilish" then.

Terra slowly saunters to the ring with a look...well...nobody knows what kind of look was on his face. His eyes were covered by dark sunglasses. He wore his trademark black suit and shirt with the blood red tie to match his blood red hair. The expression on his face was like chiseled from stone. There was zero emotion. Flames surrounded him, but he was as cold as ice.

He climbed into the ring where a microphone awaited him. The lights slowly began to return to their normal hue as he stood in the center of the ring, the full attention of this capacity crowd on him.

I know what many of you are thinking. Who do I think I am? What explanation do I have for attacking the World Champion from behind?

The answer is none.

You don't deserve an explanation for what I did at the Tribute To The Troops, because your thoughts, your opinions, and your ideals mean nothing. You all...are nothing. Jeremy Pendelton couldn't have said it better when he called you sheep. But you're not one person's sheep. You're everyone's sheep. You pander to and cater to anything and anyone in order to make your own lives as simple and easy as they can be.

You kiss your boss' ass, hoping to get that raise.

You shower your significant other with compliments and gifts, hoping to get lucky tonight.

Everything you do, has a reason behind it. Everything do has some form of entitlement behind it. You deserve reward for your actions...or so you think.

The truth is, nobody deserves anything in life. What you have and what you want are determined by just one thing. Yourself...and how willing you are to get what you want.

I know what I want. I'm 100% sure of what I want, and that's to have the man who does deserve some form of explanation as to my actions to come out here and look me in the eyes.

He slowly takes his sunglasses off. The camera fixated on him and those eyes. Those emerald green but still ice cold eyes.

Kayn. I know what you want, too. Answers. I'll be much obliged to give them to you. Why don't you come out here and grace all your adoring fans with your..."presence"?

[Kayn]

*Not long after Tyson "asked" for the champ to come out the sound of "Hammer Smashed Face" came over the PA bringing the fans to their feet. After a second the World Champ came out from the backstage area with the title draped over his shoulder. Kayn stood on the stage for a moment before heading to the ring.*

Matt: "Here comes the champ Buzz, and boy he does not look happy."

Buzz: "Do you blame him? I mean I’m not a member of his fan club or anything like that, but he has all the right in the world to be angry."

*By this time Kayn reached the ring. He walked around the ring towards the ring announcer’s area, never taking his eyes off Tyson, and got a mic before he walked up the ring steps and climbed in between the ropes. He walked up to Tyson as his music faded and stared through him. The crowd chanted the champ’s name as brought the mic to his mouth.*

"Talk."

*Kayn, obviously not in the mood to wait for an answer, lowered the mic and waited for Tyson to speak.*

[Tyson Terra]

Terra clears his throat and adjusts his tie slightly.

So many men talk about "making a statement". It's one of those ridiculously overused lines in this business, but that in effect is what I had to at the Tribute show. I had to get everyone's attention, and from the looks of it, I was more successful at it than I expected.

You see, I have big plans here in the XWA. Huge. It just happens though that you are the XWA's World Champion...in other words...a man in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Why?

Slowly he walks his way over to Kayn and rests a finger onto the centerplate of the World Title belt.

Because this happens to be a part of the plan. I would hope that you take no personal malice towards me, Mr. Kayn. Unlike your previous experiences, this has nothing to with personal pride or glory, or bragging rights or anything of that nature. This is simply a matter of wanting something someone else has, and doing whatever needs to be done to get it.

I know all about you Kayn. The Pure Title. The Streak. Everything. You've done enough in this business to be regarded as one the best to compete in it. That makes things a little more challenging, but I had to make it perfectly clear that all of that was just training you for this day. The day you would be facing an opponent more ruthless, more cunning, and more out and out "evil", than any you've faced before.

Backing up to the center of the ring, a small grin creeps onto his lips.

I could have asked nicely more than likely. But...where's the fun in diplomacy? This is war. We're standing inside of a battle ground and you are the warrior on the biggest horse, carrying the biggest axe. That is, until I strolled along.

To put it simply, you didn't have a challenger for the World Title. Now...you do. And you have no idea what it is that I'm going to do to get it. Then again...perhaps you do have some idea.

[Kayn]

*Kayn listened to Tyson, watching his every move. It wouldn’t take long for Tyson’s plan to start to come to light. He wanted the World Title and would stop at nothing to have it. Most people would say what Tyson said, but most people wouldn’t be as dead set on it as Tyson seemed to be. Kayn brought the mic to his mouth and responded to Tyson.*

"Nothing personal, huh? Just business? I see. Well then that case, no harm, no foul. We’re cool."

*At this point Kayn lowered his mic, turned around and starting heading out of the ring.*

Matt: "Wait, what? That’s it? Kayn’s just gonna accept that?"

*As Kayn was half way out of the ring he paused. He looked back at Tyson and then climbed back into the ring, causing the fans to cheer for the champ. He walked back over to Tyson and brought his mic back to his lips.*

"You really expect me to buy what you’re selling? Even if you see this as 'just business', you made it personal with your little sneak attack. So I’ll tell you what, you say you’re more ruthless, more cunning and more 'evil' than anyone I’ve ever faced before, then let me test this theory."

*Kayn then took two steps back and put the World title on the mat.*

"Go ahead and take a shot at a man that’s looking you right in the eye."

*Kayn dropped the mic and continued to look Tyson dead in the eyes, waiting to see what Tyson’s reaction would be.*

[Tyson Terra]

Tyson tilts his head to the side. The crowd was ecstatic from Kayn's actions, and no it seemed he stood ready for a scrap. Tyson though shakes his head in a clear "no" motion. That brings more ire in his direction from the fans. He chuckles gleefully.

That's exactly what you'd want isn't it, Kayn? That...surely all of these bloodthirsty heathens would love. Of course, I'm not in the business of "fan service".

And therein lies rule #1 of the "Evil Handbook". Everything you do, you do on your own terms. Did you really think I'd take a shot at you right now? What purpose does that serve me right now, when I can do it when it matters the most?

How about I give you all the chance in the world to vent your frustration against me...tonight...in a match? Something of a precursor to the eventually downfall of the "Death Metal Goliath".

What do you say to that, champ? Don't say that I'm not a "generous" person.

Buzz: Terra seems a little too generous if you ask me. I wouldn't take it...I have a feeling he's got something under his sleeve.