Post by K.C. James on Oct 15, 2012 22:39:20 GMT -5
How sweet, Trash has in this time of madness of violence chosen to ask out the reigning World Champion on a date. Perhaps to sweet talk himself into a title match? Or simply perhaps because he likes the way her outfit rides up on her..and well..who could blame him there.
And then there's Sung Ho waiting in the wings clamoring for his title shot, willing to scratch, claw, and bite his way through the ranks. The Krazy Kalifornian has certainly stepped up his game, I'll give him that.
Then there's Sara Stone who somehow, perhaps because she is in the deluded mind-state that her stock in the company really makes her a somebody has convinced herself that she too is deserving of a title shot.
And lest us not forget the elusive Alex Cross who has demanded his way into the title scene claiming that he is the best suited for the opportunity. Yet, the kid is given a main event and hides with her skirt between his legs. Who could blame him really, he like others, figured K.C. James would return to the Starmaker and get retribution for the unprovoked assault Cross laid forth.
So, the title scene seems pretty summed up it would appear. Might as well throw them all together in a clusterfuck and let them have at it. I mean who wouldn't pay money to see White Widow versus Trash versus Sung Ho versus Sara Stone versus Alex Cross. Hell throw in Bighomie since the World Title contendership can apparently belong to anyone.
There just happens to be one more person missing from the plethora of contenders. Word is he's suspended from in-ring action but White Widow is sure as hell off her rocker if she thinks she can keep him away from competing.
Inside the confines of the squared circle Trash stands, poised and ready, looking like a million bucks with his hair slicked back his face well manicured, pale as a bag of flour, and smelling like a cologne soaked dumpster. Nonetheless he has posed a date proposal for REW's World Champion and while she hasn't obliged, Trash is about to have some company.
Oh! [Union Turnpike]
The music kicks across the public announce system and of course the crowd goes wild while Trash - who has been insisting for weeks that this man has been dodging him - looks unimpressed. The lights kick off leaving the ringside area in piercing darkness, the flashbulbs the only illumination.
A solitary spotlight hits the stage, inside of the blaring light a man stands his head bowed with a black hood over it attached to an equally black leather jacket. As the hood is thrown back the crowd hits their feet, the pyrotechnics dance across the stage as K.C. James eyes down the man in the ring.
K.C. walks the ramp, the aura in the arena causing chills down the backs of the commentary team. The Main Event Element has returned to reclaim his rightful place in the tier. James slaps a few outstretched hands before sliding in under the bottom rope. The Sanity Assassin takes a step back as K.C. makes his way to his feet inches from Trash's face.
[Allyson]
K.C. looking good out here tonight, he sure has this crowd hyped
[Simon]
At this point, Allyson, a camera man making an entrance would get the crowd all hot and bothered. They're dying to see anyone.
K.C. pulls a microphone out of his back pocket looking ready to unleash his words on the man across from him but the camera picks up James mouthing 'Fuck It'. Before anyone knows it James has his leg extended looking for a superkick. Thankfully for Trash he had his Wheaties today and barely manages to side step the blow.
Trash cracks his right fist off K.C.'s jaw and James returns the favor with a stiff kick to Trash's upper thigh. The Sanity Assassin hits a back elbow followed by a quick forearm and then a big boot. The boot sends K.C. over the ropes and Trash turns around dusting off his hands. The crowd, however boisterous with cheers are not cheering for him.
K.C. springboards into the ring from the apron via the top rope and lands a hard forearm causing Trash to crash into the corner. James quickly follows up by running forward and extending his legs. The bottom of both of the Texas natives boots crack off the bridge of Trash's nose.
[Allyson]
Things have heated up here rather quickly, apparently James wasn't in the mood for talking.
[Simon]
You're telling me, that kid is all around the ring like a tornado, like a fucking Texas Tornado.
TBC?
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And then there's Sung Ho waiting in the wings clamoring for his title shot, willing to scratch, claw, and bite his way through the ranks. The Krazy Kalifornian has certainly stepped up his game, I'll give him that.
Then there's Sara Stone who somehow, perhaps because she is in the deluded mind-state that her stock in the company really makes her a somebody has convinced herself that she too is deserving of a title shot.
And lest us not forget the elusive Alex Cross who has demanded his way into the title scene claiming that he is the best suited for the opportunity. Yet, the kid is given a main event and hides with her skirt between his legs. Who could blame him really, he like others, figured K.C. James would return to the Starmaker and get retribution for the unprovoked assault Cross laid forth.
So, the title scene seems pretty summed up it would appear. Might as well throw them all together in a clusterfuck and let them have at it. I mean who wouldn't pay money to see White Widow versus Trash versus Sung Ho versus Sara Stone versus Alex Cross. Hell throw in Bighomie since the World Title contendership can apparently belong to anyone.
There just happens to be one more person missing from the plethora of contenders. Word is he's suspended from in-ring action but White Widow is sure as hell off her rocker if she thinks she can keep him away from competing.
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Inside the confines of the squared circle Trash stands, poised and ready, looking like a million bucks with his hair slicked back his face well manicured, pale as a bag of flour, and smelling like a cologne soaked dumpster. Nonetheless he has posed a date proposal for REW's World Champion and while she hasn't obliged, Trash is about to have some company.
Oh! [Union Turnpike]
The music kicks across the public announce system and of course the crowd goes wild while Trash - who has been insisting for weeks that this man has been dodging him - looks unimpressed. The lights kick off leaving the ringside area in piercing darkness, the flashbulbs the only illumination.
A solitary spotlight hits the stage, inside of the blaring light a man stands his head bowed with a black hood over it attached to an equally black leather jacket. As the hood is thrown back the crowd hits their feet, the pyrotechnics dance across the stage as K.C. James eyes down the man in the ring.
K.C. walks the ramp, the aura in the arena causing chills down the backs of the commentary team. The Main Event Element has returned to reclaim his rightful place in the tier. James slaps a few outstretched hands before sliding in under the bottom rope. The Sanity Assassin takes a step back as K.C. makes his way to his feet inches from Trash's face.
[Allyson]
K.C. looking good out here tonight, he sure has this crowd hyped
[Simon]
At this point, Allyson, a camera man making an entrance would get the crowd all hot and bothered. They're dying to see anyone.
K.C. pulls a microphone out of his back pocket looking ready to unleash his words on the man across from him but the camera picks up James mouthing 'Fuck It'. Before anyone knows it James has his leg extended looking for a superkick. Thankfully for Trash he had his Wheaties today and barely manages to side step the blow.
Trash cracks his right fist off K.C.'s jaw and James returns the favor with a stiff kick to Trash's upper thigh. The Sanity Assassin hits a back elbow followed by a quick forearm and then a big boot. The boot sends K.C. over the ropes and Trash turns around dusting off his hands. The crowd, however boisterous with cheers are not cheering for him.
K.C. springboards into the ring from the apron via the top rope and lands a hard forearm causing Trash to crash into the corner. James quickly follows up by running forward and extending his legs. The bottom of both of the Texas natives boots crack off the bridge of Trash's nose.
[Allyson]
Things have heated up here rather quickly, apparently James wasn't in the mood for talking.
[Simon]
You're telling me, that kid is all around the ring like a tornado, like a fucking Texas Tornado.
TBC?
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