Post by Blake Worship on Jan 9, 2010 5:55:58 GMT -5
Earlier That Night...
Worship stands silent in the center of the ring, Kyzer staring at him with a self-satisfied expression on his face, half-smirking yet still a serious look in his eyes.
Blake eyes the mat for a second before raising his gaze and looking around at the fans, head cocked to his right as they cheer his name. He never could understand how they always found a way to cheer him, even on days when he could care less what they thought. This is one of those days, but they aren't his concern at the moment.
Worship shifts his inquisitive gaze from the sea of fans back to the man in front of him, slowly raising his mic back to his awaiting lips, his deep voice resounding through the speakers throughout the arena as he begins to speak once again.
Worship: I suppose since it's big boy time I had better put on my big boy voice, hmmm? You say you are the commissioner once again? Well, remind me to thank Scotty for that bit of news on my own time. But I can't blame him, can I? I mean, you made this past summer the most exciting one REW has seen since its inception, especially with that Crap Shoot World Title Gauntlet at the end...
The fans cannot help but cheer at this, and Kyzer's smirk only grows wider.
Worship: It's true, I haven't been in this ring since the night I lost my REW World Title to my good friend Chris York. And I guess that even though my fans don't need a detailed explanation from me everytime I take a break from the biz, my peers are not so understanding. The fact is, I grew tired... that's right, I was tired of the fighting. That match with York was the most fun I'd had in a match in a long time, mainly because it was NOTHING like the way a wrestling match is designed to go. But hey, that's REW right? After all that fun, and being able to give up my title and still feel good about myself, I took time away. But you see, I'm not back because I'm refreshed, though I am. I'm back because I'm STILL tired!
Worship had paced away from Kyzer into a nearby corner as he spoke, and at his last words he struck down on the turnbuckle emphaticly, causing the fans to get a bit more excitable.
Worship: I'm tired of REW's current state of affairs, Jaxson! I'm tired of turning on the TV and seeing guys who I know wouldn't stand a chance against me now running this fed! I'm tired of people who talk like they're me or you, and they haven't done HALF the shit we have! Most of all, I'm tired of YOU!
The fans scream once more at this remark, and Kyzer's half-smirk fades away entirely.
Worship: But I'm sure that's no surprise to you, right? When would I never not be tired of you? I can't stand you, damnit! Not because I want to BE you, like you'd like to believe. No, it's because you live in a fantasy world, where the TRUTH doesn't exist. I talk of greatness and glory, and then you blabber on about dynasties and whatnot. Are you EVER original? [pop] You want to try to rob me of MY glory, Jaxson? Because I haven't "achieved" what you have? And what's that? Ring Wars FINALS Champion? Dominating every level of CWA? You mean to tell me I don't stack up to you because you once held a title that everyone and their momma knows didn't mean SHIT, and because you used to beat up on little rookie jobbers for TV and Hardcore titles?
Kyzer looks to have reached his boiling point and makes a move like he intends to rush Worship, but Blake doesn't flinch, and Kyzer anticipates that's exactly what he wants him to do, so he calms himself though he continues to grit his teeth involuntarily.
Worship: Let's get one fuckin' thing straight, Kyzer. This isn't Ring Wars. This is Real Extreme Wrestling! [loud pop] Fact is, the only reason you did so well back then is because we were in two different feds for most of our careers, otherwise I'd have kicked your ass dozens of times by now. There's no doubt you did your thing, and I'll go as far as to say I respect that. And I sure as hell did my thing, I'm a fuckin' HoFer. But let me repeat myself, this is REW! And while we could go back and forth for days about whose RW career was greater, when we're both standing here in this place, in this ring...? I DWARF you, son! [pop]
I am this fed's first Tag Champion, this fed's first HoFer, this fed's ONLY Wrestler of the Year two years running, and the only REW World Champion to go undefeated for six straight months after defending my title 10 straight times! So after you have accomplished anything close to all that around here, or better yet, after you've finally managed to BEAT me which you with all your achievements STILL cannot seem to do, then maybe you can try comparing your pitiful dynasty up to my REW legacy. Until that day comes, save your breath. And I'll hold back on what I have in store for this place until you've played your cards, I want to see what Mr. Mish has planned before Mr. REW takes over his federation once again. Ring the bell, ref. This match ain't happening...
The ring bell sounds as Worship rolls out of the ring to his entrance music, leaving Kyzer to glare at his broad back as it slips through the curtains to the back...
Present Time...
The ring bell is sounded for the last time tonight as JMW stands victorious in the ring, having become the new #1 Contender to the REW World Heavyweight Championship without lifting a finger. Within moments Cameron Natural and Steve Kleinman have joined him in the ring, preparing the fans with their prophecies of things to come.
JMW: This is only the beginning, people. The sun has set on Holiday's feeble reign as this federation's champion, and a new day is preparing to dawn, with it coming the birth of the Year of the Trinity.
Time-out!
JMW lowers his sterling silver mic from his lips, turning arrogantly to look upon the man that has just interrupted him, and his eyes fall upon the Herculean figure that is Blake Worship standing atop the ramp being cheered on by the fans in attendance.
Worship: Look, I don't how many Matrix movie nights you guys had before you came up with this ever-talented group, but let's come back to reality, shall we? In REW, 2010 will be what I say it is, and I'm not feeling this whole... Trinity thing... [shakes head] Nope, don't like it.
Natural: [raises a mic] Since when should we be concerned with what you like, Whoreship? Your match tonight is over, good for you, now isn't there a rock somewhere you should be crawling back under?
Worship: [chuckles] "Whoreship", that's cute. Almost as good as Mr. No Show, though I'm sure your doctor advised you against thinking that hard, you really should listen Cam.
Natural: If anybody should listen, it's you, to me, when I tell you to get backstage before you end up hurt.
Blake laughs heartily at this threat, eyes widening in surprise.
Worship: By who?! You, John and Kleinman? Good Lord, who the fuck is Kleinman? Whose IDEA was it to make this group? Oh Cam, how the far prodigies fall these days. You've grown, I'll give you that. Last time we were this close to each other you caught me with a vicious cheap shot, and it was a nice hit, I'll give you that. Problem is, I can see you coming this time, so don't overestimate yourself kiddo, you're not THAT good yet. Honestly, I didn't come out here to chat with YOU of all people, but since you think you know what's what, let's chat, hmmm?
Natural: I've got nothing to say to you, Blake, so don't waste my time.
Worship: Waste your time, when did you get so funny? Why no words, Cam? You were all talk earlier tonight, I guess me talking about how great I clearly am and how great you're obviously not got you upset, am I right? I guess calling me Mr. No Show for standing up Jayson Ray makes sense right, it's not like I've fought him a half-dozen times already before, or like it was about 4 years before I ever failed to show for a match. Yeah, Mr. No Show makes sense. And you wanna talk of obscurity? Brotha, when I leave a place, I leave having DONE something. In my most recent case, the longest World Title streak this fed has ever seen. You? When you leave a place, no one even fucking notices! So excuse me for drawing more attention than you, it's just a side effect of being Better. No, not I'm not Betterthanyou. I'm just BETTER. Now fuck off, I'm done talking with you.
Natural explodes and attempts to retaliate, but is drowned by the fans cheering Blake on. Worship turns to JMW now, his eyes narrowing in his seriousness.
Worship: John, I'll make this short. We're both coming off easy wins tonight. Yours, in particular, for the rights to something pretty big around here, a shot at REW's top gold. Now, you can be a pussy and accept things as they are, take your cheap win and coast 'til the Main Event... OR... you can fight for it again, next week, against ME! [loud pop] The choice is yours, lawyerman. Try not to keep me waiting on your answer...
Worship glances at the black mic in his hand before tossing it to the ramp with a loud THUD, the fans screaming after him as he turns his back on the trio in the ring and vanishes to the back...
[shadow=gray,left,300]Fade to black...
TBC...[/shadow]
