Post by jaysonray on Mar 17, 2011 17:39:53 GMT -5
Trash slowly walks up the ramp, listening to the sound of the sullen silence of the arena. Of course, no one would answer his challenge.
Of course, the champions would just sit around and await their next title defense, happily content with being mediocre facades of their former selves.
Of course, REW would die just like every other promotion.
All of this went through Trash's head as he head up the ramp, depressed by the all consuming silence.
: This promo isn't over kid.
Trash was taken aback by the voice that cut through the silence. He looks around, turning back to the ring and back again to the curtains in search of the owner of the voice. There is nothing. Only the defeaning sound of silence playing a trick on a madman's feeble mind.
: Look in the crowd, kid. It's the one place we have all forgotten to look.
Trash turns, his veil of black hair whipping around his shoulders as he looks into the empty sea of seats. His eyes grow big and it is as if he seen a ghost. The camera zooms in on his sight, almost unable to believe what is in the lens. Seated in the front row of the crowd, his denim jeaned legs kicked up on the barricade, was the one and only Canadian Destroyer.
Trash: Jayson Ray...
Jayson smiled at Trash, dropping his legs and rising to his feet, smoothing out his Baltimore Ravens t-shirt.
"The Canadian Destroyer" Jayson Ray: Yo. So glad you found me, I thought for a sec you were just drunk and talking to a bunch a people who don't care what you have to say like Holiday normally does.
Jay's humor amused Trash, creasing the corners of his mouth in a smug smile.
Trash: What brings you here Destroyer? Shouldn't you be off playing kickboxer? Or is it MMA superstar now? Y'know I keep losing track. Everything seems to be more important to you than this business.
Jay's face grew stern.
"The Canadian Destroyer" Jayson Ray: Now that, is a fucking lie.
Placing his near hand on the barricade, Jay hopped the foam wrapped barrier, walking towards the gothic warrior.
Trash: What is it then Anton? Is it your precious little girl? Is she more important than the business that your entire family has been apart of.
Jay draws closer, his eyes burning with anger. At his side, he balled his fist, cracking his knuckles beneath the pressue.
"The Canadian Destroyer" Jayson Ray: First of all, keep my daughter out of your motherfucking mouth. Second, I didn't leave this business to be a kickboxing superstar. I didn't leave this business because I wanted to become the light heavyweight champion of the world in MMA.
Jay stopped just before Trash, standing toe to toe with the number one contender. Though Trash had the height advanatage over the five foot ten warrior, Jayson stood his ground, refusing to back off. With one extended finger, Jayson placed it to Trash's chest, pushing the man slightly backwards.
"The Canadian Destroyer" Jayson Ray: I left this business for what it had become. Real Extreme Wrestling, REW, was built on the back of people who loved this sport. We weren't that other wrestling federation who let stupid politics get in the way of epic matches. No, here, we used to hit a little harder. We were a little bit faster. We were a little bit tougher than everyone out there.
People like Chris York, Byron Worship, T Money, Jared Van Dam, Siarlis, Mickey Madness, Blake Worship, Cloud Strife and myself help put this company on the map as one of the best in the world. We put our bodies on the line and came closer to dying than anybody else in this business in our pursuit of giving the fans the best show possible.
Trash swatted Jayson's finger away, stepping to the smaller man again.
Trash: Touch me again and I will rip off you finger, Anton.
Jay chuckled.
"The Canadian Destroyer" Jayson Ray: Don't strain yourself with an insult ass clown. I was kicking people's teeth in for saying the wrong thing to me long before you stepped into a ring, kid. But I'll give you your just due. You are one hell of a competitor. I remember when you first debuted here. I remember a kid who could tear through people and come out on top no matter what was at stake and that Trash Splash...
Clutching his hands to his chest, Jay groaned in pain, remembering the sound of the impact of Trash's body landing on his opponent's from high above.
"The Candian Destroyer" Jayson Ray: ...it was a thing of beauty. And now here you are, the number one contender for the REW World Heavyweight Title, a belt I and so many others have held. But what does it mean now, huh? For god sakes, Holiday is holding the belt! If Blake Worship and Chris York were still here they'd kick the hell out of Scotty for letting that happen. And JMW is the commish? I don't think Caius Turner would enjoy that too much.
After an era ushered in by the Dark Horse Society where it took more than just skill to get one over on an opponent, REW has fallen into shambles. Now, it is "the house that holiday built". Y'know what I say to that?
With a quick smile and a evil glare in his eyes, Jay let his left hand fly, crashing his fist into the side of Trash's jaw. The gothic warrior stumbled back, his head snapped to the side from the impact. Trash gently dabbed at the corner of his mouth, tasting the blood of his split lip before turning back to Jayson.
He smiled.
Trash: Someone has balls.
"The Canadian Destroyer" Jayson Ray: The biggest in the building, kid. That left hand, I could've knocked you out with it but I chose to give it to you to deliver it to everyone else. That is what I think about the House that Holiday built. That is what I think about JMW running the show. That is what I think about Dreamer and his RW:REW brand. We let the inmates run the fucking asylum and it is time to put them back in their place.
You're the number one contendor, Trash. You are trying to make a difference. I respect that. And though ring rust may have me and you may very well kick my old ass from ring post to ring post, this old man will take that challenge of yours and give you young guns all that you can handle.
Trash again stepped up to Jayson. blood dripping from the corner of his smiling mouth.
Trash: Any place, any time, Anton.
"The Canadian Destroyer" Jayson Ray: The hunt is on, kid. And the Demon of the North is hunting you down.
With one final declaration of war, Jayson slowly raised his right hand and extended his thumb. Placing it to the left side of his throat, Jayson slowly dragged it across before shoving his finger back into Trash's chest as the screen went black.
Fade to black and TBC
[OOC: Sorry I have been away for so long ya'll. School and work run my life now. I will do my best to be as active as I am allowed and excuse the horrible work on this post, it has been almost two years now and I am really rusty.]
Of course, the champions would just sit around and await their next title defense, happily content with being mediocre facades of their former selves.
Of course, REW would die just like every other promotion.
All of this went through Trash's head as he head up the ramp, depressed by the all consuming silence.
: This promo isn't over kid.Trash was taken aback by the voice that cut through the silence. He looks around, turning back to the ring and back again to the curtains in search of the owner of the voice. There is nothing. Only the defeaning sound of silence playing a trick on a madman's feeble mind.
: Look in the crowd, kid. It's the one place we have all forgotten to look.Trash turns, his veil of black hair whipping around his shoulders as he looks into the empty sea of seats. His eyes grow big and it is as if he seen a ghost. The camera zooms in on his sight, almost unable to believe what is in the lens. Seated in the front row of the crowd, his denim jeaned legs kicked up on the barricade, was the one and only Canadian Destroyer.
Trash: Jayson Ray...
Jayson smiled at Trash, dropping his legs and rising to his feet, smoothing out his Baltimore Ravens t-shirt.
"The Canadian Destroyer" Jayson Ray: Yo. So glad you found me, I thought for a sec you were just drunk and talking to a bunch a people who don't care what you have to say like Holiday normally does.
Jay's humor amused Trash, creasing the corners of his mouth in a smug smile.
Trash: What brings you here Destroyer? Shouldn't you be off playing kickboxer? Or is it MMA superstar now? Y'know I keep losing track. Everything seems to be more important to you than this business.
Jay's face grew stern.
"The Canadian Destroyer" Jayson Ray: Now that, is a fucking lie.
Placing his near hand on the barricade, Jay hopped the foam wrapped barrier, walking towards the gothic warrior.
Trash: What is it then Anton? Is it your precious little girl? Is she more important than the business that your entire family has been apart of.
Jay draws closer, his eyes burning with anger. At his side, he balled his fist, cracking his knuckles beneath the pressue.
"The Canadian Destroyer" Jayson Ray: First of all, keep my daughter out of your motherfucking mouth. Second, I didn't leave this business to be a kickboxing superstar. I didn't leave this business because I wanted to become the light heavyweight champion of the world in MMA.
Jay stopped just before Trash, standing toe to toe with the number one contender. Though Trash had the height advanatage over the five foot ten warrior, Jayson stood his ground, refusing to back off. With one extended finger, Jayson placed it to Trash's chest, pushing the man slightly backwards.
"The Canadian Destroyer" Jayson Ray: I left this business for what it had become. Real Extreme Wrestling, REW, was built on the back of people who loved this sport. We weren't that other wrestling federation who let stupid politics get in the way of epic matches. No, here, we used to hit a little harder. We were a little bit faster. We were a little bit tougher than everyone out there.
People like Chris York, Byron Worship, T Money, Jared Van Dam, Siarlis, Mickey Madness, Blake Worship, Cloud Strife and myself help put this company on the map as one of the best in the world. We put our bodies on the line and came closer to dying than anybody else in this business in our pursuit of giving the fans the best show possible.
Trash swatted Jayson's finger away, stepping to the smaller man again.
Trash: Touch me again and I will rip off you finger, Anton.
Jay chuckled.
"The Canadian Destroyer" Jayson Ray: Don't strain yourself with an insult ass clown. I was kicking people's teeth in for saying the wrong thing to me long before you stepped into a ring, kid. But I'll give you your just due. You are one hell of a competitor. I remember when you first debuted here. I remember a kid who could tear through people and come out on top no matter what was at stake and that Trash Splash...
Clutching his hands to his chest, Jay groaned in pain, remembering the sound of the impact of Trash's body landing on his opponent's from high above.
"The Candian Destroyer" Jayson Ray: ...it was a thing of beauty. And now here you are, the number one contender for the REW World Heavyweight Title, a belt I and so many others have held. But what does it mean now, huh? For god sakes, Holiday is holding the belt! If Blake Worship and Chris York were still here they'd kick the hell out of Scotty for letting that happen. And JMW is the commish? I don't think Caius Turner would enjoy that too much.
After an era ushered in by the Dark Horse Society where it took more than just skill to get one over on an opponent, REW has fallen into shambles. Now, it is "the house that holiday built". Y'know what I say to that?
With a quick smile and a evil glare in his eyes, Jay let his left hand fly, crashing his fist into the side of Trash's jaw. The gothic warrior stumbled back, his head snapped to the side from the impact. Trash gently dabbed at the corner of his mouth, tasting the blood of his split lip before turning back to Jayson.
He smiled.
Trash: Someone has balls.
"The Canadian Destroyer" Jayson Ray: The biggest in the building, kid. That left hand, I could've knocked you out with it but I chose to give it to you to deliver it to everyone else. That is what I think about the House that Holiday built. That is what I think about JMW running the show. That is what I think about Dreamer and his RW:REW brand. We let the inmates run the fucking asylum and it is time to put them back in their place.
You're the number one contendor, Trash. You are trying to make a difference. I respect that. And though ring rust may have me and you may very well kick my old ass from ring post to ring post, this old man will take that challenge of yours and give you young guns all that you can handle.
Trash again stepped up to Jayson. blood dripping from the corner of his smiling mouth.
Trash: Any place, any time, Anton.
"The Canadian Destroyer" Jayson Ray: The hunt is on, kid. And the Demon of the North is hunting you down.
With one final declaration of war, Jayson slowly raised his right hand and extended his thumb. Placing it to the left side of his throat, Jayson slowly dragged it across before shoving his finger back into Trash's chest as the screen went black.
Fade to black and TBC
[OOC: Sorry I have been away for so long ya'll. School and work run my life now. I will do my best to be as active as I am allowed and excuse the horrible work on this post, it has been almost two years now and I am really rusty.]
