Tag Team Title Match
GD & Kyle Crosby
Originally Posted by Guardian Devil11:16 am
We enter the shot with a limo pulling up next to Madison Square Garden, hours and hours before many people have even arrived. The sun is shining and there are only a few clouds in the air as the driver gets out, walks around to the back and opens the door, standing at attention. A single leg is placed on the ground below, as a man wearing an all black suit with dark red trim steps out of the stretch vehicle and stands up. Lowering his wayfarers a bit to scan the building and surrounding area, he slips a hundred dollar bill in the front pocket of the driver and begins walking away without a moment’s hesitation, duffle bag in hand.
Driver: Thank you Mr.Crosby.
Kyle Crosby: Sure thing Alfred.
The driver looks confused as Kyle is nearly gone, and calls out.
Driver: But sir, my name is-
Kyle cuts him off without turning out.
Crosby: Have my things ready in case Commissioner Gordon gives the signal.
Before Crosby can make his way toward the entrance, he is stopped by a man wearing his old t-shirt.Crosby: Normally I wouldn't be against a picture or autograph, but I'm in a hurry right now.
Man: Nah, I don't want a picture or autograph. Don't you remember me?! I wrestle for Pride N' Honor.
Kyle pushes his glasses down to the tip of his nose as he eyes the man up and down for a few seconds, but aside from being fairly impatient, he is drawing a blank.
Crosby: Wait, aren't you that Shocktart guy?
Crosby scratches his chin.
Crosby: Hmmm, and you aren't Rikichet or Park?
The man stamps his feet angrily.
Man: I'm Mr. Canada, Petey Williamson!
Kyle slides his sunglasses back on and looks away for a second, he adjusts his suit the addresses the man again in a firm but dignified manner.
Crosby: Yeah, I still have no idea who you are. You must understand that I'm quite the busy man. Between charity balls and seeing over my own company, things get pretty hectic for a billionaire playboy. If you don't leave me alone, I'll have call for security.
Petey's face turns blood red.
Petey Williamson: What the heck are you talking about? Since when do you own a business or company?
With that, Kyle simply ignores him and walks away as Petey stomps his feet and yells for Kyle to turn around.
More workers and employees throughout CWA have arrived, and the news is spreading like wild fire. Not everyone was fully aware that Kyle Crosby was coming back, and others weren't even aware of who he was. Kyle recognizes and exchanges various greetings with the likes of Jack Adams, Roberto, Mr.Showtime, and even former rival Clint Shepard. Tim Coleman warily walks up to Kyle, as he stammers a bit before finally geting out his greeting.
Tim Coleman: H-hi there, and welcome back Mr.Crosby.
Kyle turns towards Tim with a surprisingly warm and friendly smile. He also reaches out and shakes Tim's hand with a firm grip.
Crosby: Long time no see Timmy boy, and please...you can call me Kyle. Since we're old friends you and I.
Tim seems pretty surprised and happy about this, but he is confused and cautious none the less.
Crosby: We didn't really cross paths after the brand split back in time. But you might see a lot more of me these days.
Tim nods really quickly.Coleman: When you disappeared several months back, no one knew what to make of anything. There were all kind of rumors floating around the internet as well as the locker room.
Kyle smiles a bit more as he snickers to himself. He seems generally curious and amused.
Crosby: Oh really now? I haven't always been up on things, or 'a man of the times'. But do tell me.....please, enlighten me Tim. Just what did you hear exactly?
Tim's eyes dart nervously around as a bead of sweat trickles down his brow. He finally and carefully chooses his words, then responds.
Coleman: Well, some people said you died-
Kyle cuts him off with a loud outburst of amused laughter.
Crosby: Well that theory has certainly been debunked now hasn't it?! What else dear boy?
Coleman: Um.... that you had found a desolate cave somewhere in the mountains where you built a secret base & laboratory, where you have been hiding out, brain washing people and plotting world domination.
The look on Crosby's face is frozen in shock and awe as his eyes are wide with alarm. He leans in closely to Tim, grabbing him by the collar. He whispers frantically into his ear. Barely understandable due to Kyle's frantic nature but just loud enough for him to make out the words.
Crosby: Brain washing people?
Coleman: Um, yes....sir?
Kyle looks around nervously to make sure no one is listening. He leans in closer. Tim looks scared, but does nothing.
Crosby: Well that's just absurd! You can't believe everything you hear now can you? And world domination? Okay, so maybe it crossed my mind a few times a while ago, but it was nothing more than my adolescent over active imagination having itself a good turn.
Tim thinks for a second about what he has just heard, then a light bulb goes off as he connects two missing dots.
Coleman: Okay, so no brainwashing or world domination. But you really were living in some underground base of operations, sort of like a, well....bat cave?
Crosby suddenly looks very scared and serious as if the secret to life itself was just discovered. As he is about to respond, a shadow looms over him and Tim, and before either can react Tim is violently grabbed and shoved out of the way. Kyle's smile quickly fades, but he doesn't flinch or move.
Crosby: Well, this comes as no surprise. How's it going fellas?
Hade Mckenzie and Jay Walters stand behind Jason Blair, who looks as angry as ever. Tim kind of slinks away unnoticed.
Jay Walters: What the hell man? You think you can just drop off the face of the earth, then come waltzing back in here for the company’s biggest show?
Hade Mckenzie: Yeah, you can't just show up again after what all happened. You proved to everyone just how worthless you were as a leader and wrestler.
Walters: You were nothing but a false profit.
Jason Blair: Yeah! You're stupid!
Kyle takes all of their comments in stride, as his characteristic devious smile makes a brief return.
Walters: And just what is so funny?
Blair: Yeah, this isn't funny!
Kyle nods sympathetically, but his reaction and demeanor stay the same.
Crosby: Look guys, you're right.....to some degree. I definitely lead you down the wrong path, that's for sure. But you know what? I wasn't ready to be the leader of a group. I realized, that I needed to worry about me before anyone else, and I needed some much needed time away. Besides, I know you missed me and all, but I had other matters to attend to while I was away. I'm sure you all understand.
All three men suddenly look less angry, and more annoyed and confused then anything else.. Well, Jay and Hade do. Jason is just sort of "there", as always.
Crosby: I'm sorry it has to be like this, but maybe if you guys would focus more on yourselves, instead of following someone else....you might actually be booked for a match tonight. Besides, I thought you guys had some real progress. I mean, Jay and Hade, you guys had finally put all that 'New Chapter' garbage behind you and were actually focusing on winning matches. What happened with that?
Walters: You cheap mother f-
Kyle pays no attention as he cuts Jay off, still ranting.
Crosby: It's a shame really. You two could have been tag team champs, and Jason....well...
Jason, who wasn't really paying attention and kind of zoned out, is drawn back to the conversation by the mention of his name. He leans in with the look of a dumbfounded and confused gorilla.
Kyle tries to maintain his composure, but fails as he chuckles to himself slightly. Jay and Hade look more impatient and annoyed. Jason still has no idea what's going on.
Crosby: Yeah, um.....
Kyle leans forwards, and in a slow, loud, sarcastic tone says:
Crosby: YOU KEEP..UP THE..GOOD....WORK. okay big guy?
Jason smiles and responds with a subtle grunt to himself.
Crosby: But speaking of tag teams titles. Word on the grape vine is that a certain Guardian Devil might need a partner. I know I'm just coming back to make my big return and all, but I'm certainly more qualified than any of you. Seeing that you did so much with yourselves in my absence.
Hade stands behind Jay with his arms crossed, Jay looks more pissed than ever, and Jason is still hovering around the moon. Kyle eyes up each man, then gives his final words to them.
Crosby: So yeah, I'm sure you already realized it, but the Cobra Army is done. So I am gonna find this Devil character, and I'm sure things will work out for you, or something like that?
Kyle walks off as Jay angrily stares at the ground. Hade's eyes well up with tears as his jaw hits the floor. Jason starts to walk after Kyle until Jay grabs his shoulder.
Walters: You idiot, you're not with him anymore!
Jason stops for a second to ponder this, he then turns and punches Jay straight in the face knocking him out cold.Blair: I'm with no one!
Hade sighs to himself and mumbles, flacing a palm on his forehead in disgust.
Mckenzie: This sucks.
The action quickly cuts backstage where we see an anxious Guardian Devil furiously pacing back and forth, clearly uneasy about tonight’s event. He appears to be donning a top hat, coat with a long tail and smoking a long black cigarette holder.
GD talks to himself.
GD: Snidley, this simply will not do. I have a World Tag Team Championship match tonight and I’ve yet to find a suitable partner. Whom will I team with now?? Wait a tickle, I have an incoming textual message, and it’s from Leblanc! Praise Jebus I’m saved. Aheem, and I quote. “GD, sorry bro but I can’t get to the arena tonight. Yeah dude, looks like I’ve fallen off the internets again. Prolly wont be back to CWA anytime soon. XoXo Kenneth Leblanc.”
GD: Damn Leblanc! First Ultimate Pain falls off the internets, then this guy! I wonder…that’s IT! Pain falls off, and then comes back a few months later for a World championship match? I see what you did there Kenny, I see indeed. I wonder how one falls off these here internets anyhow. No matter! I’ve smaller fish to fry. Oh, another text! Let’s see, it’s from Pain. “Hey Devil man, so yeah, can’t partner up tonight, you know, champions…..err internets issues again. Maybe if I don’t win tonigh….umm, can find a boat back to the new world, we can team up next week. Bunches of munches, U.P.”
GD justifiably angry, continues to pace. Feverishly puffing his 1920’s cigarette holder, seemingly walking a trench into the cement floor backstage.
GD: Yeah seeee, yeah. This is no good I tells ya, nooooo good.
As GD seems about to pace himself through the ground, Megan Anderson approaches for a quick, pre-match interview.
Megan Anderson: Mr. Devil, might I get a word with you?
GD: Generic interviewer #6, do you not see that I am busy? Busy busy, puffing this…..thing and pondering my match in 20 minutes. Wtf is this thing even anyways? I thought it was candy?
Megan: First of all, I’m Megan Anderson. Secondly, I believe that’s a cigarette extension.
GD: This is a cigarette!? POOOO!
GD hurls the device down in disgust.
GD: I haven’t smoked since the indy days of 1947. So, since I CLEARLY am not get anywhere with this self thought, what can I do for you in the next…18 minutes?
Megan: Well CLEARLY the issue at hand is my topic of discussion. Your rubber match with the Gang Stars is next and you don’t seem to have anyone from the Brotherhood backing you up tonight. What do you plan to do about it?
GD: My dear Meglor, what do you think I’ve been doing the past 3 hours?? I’ve been textifying my friends, or at least people who I thought were my friends, to see where the hell they are at and if they are contractually available tonight for this here title match. Now, I’ve thought about this long and hard. I’ve have correspondence out to Kenneth Leblanc, Ultimate Pain, Minimal Pain, Shaun-o-caster, Richard Fleihr and a veritable cornucopia of other individuals. All to no avails I can assure you. Now, I’m resignated to my fate of having a handicap match to win those titles back. Perhaps you’d like to team up? We could be like Bonnie and Clydesdale!
Megan: Uh, no.
GD: Curses! Foiled aygayne!
GD twirls a phantom mustache.
Megan: Also, I was sent to inform you that if you cannot find a suitable replacement in the next 15 minutes, you will forfeit your opportunity tonight. No chance for a handicap match. How do you like that?
GD: No sir, I don’t like it. If you’ll excuse me, I have to find the maintenance man. Surely he’d like a taste of the glory hole.
GD paces off towards the locker room in hopes of a last ditch effort to secure a partnership for this evening. As he combs the backstage area, he bumps into Jay Walters who looks annoyed as well, as he sports a fresh bump on his forehead.
Jay Walters: Hey Devil, I hear you are on the lookout for a tag team partner for your match here in a few minutes. How about me?!
GD: So! You thirst to uncover the secret ingredient?
Walters: …..Cut the crap, I'm better than these other losers.
GD: Good! Walk THIS way!
Walters: Thought so..
GD and Jay Walters pace off towards the ringside area, cameras in tow.
GD: You think you can handle the Gang Stars? They’ve come out on top twice against me, and I’m glorious. Initially I thought, p’shaw, talentless do gooders, but recently, I think they are slightly less talentless do gooders.
Jay: I got this s***.
GD: Excellent! We go now.
As Guardian Devil heads towards gorilla position, he bumps into a bystander, partially hidden by hallway shadows.
GD: Excuse me kindest fellow, I must attempt to dominate the Gang Stars with Jason Waters, please allow my passage.
Jay: Don't get me confused with that big a******.
???: Mr. Devil I presume, I heard about your situation through some of my unnamable sources. Quite the conundrum you find yourself in eh?
GD: Yes yes, it is indeed. But I have Jumpin' Jay here to back me up. Really, he only need to hold the tag rope, I can pretty much handle this solo. And besides, what’s it to you?
???: Oh, It’s nothing to me really, but you don't want to team up with this man. He'll bring you nothing but grief and disappointment. I'm a suave and sofisticated man of smarts, stature, and undeniable talent. While I may have never personally faced your opponents tonight. In my time off, I did not hesitate or slack with my scouting reports on all the talent here in CWA.
GD: I do declare, you sound like the perfect man and partner for such an athletic contest! What be your name my good chum?
The individual steps forward to reveal himself, It’s the recently returned Kyle Crosby. GD stops to address the sharply dressed fellow.
GD: Aha! Mr. Crosby I presume? I heard you were back just today. Did you jump the ship or something?
Jay goes to speak, but without hesitation Kyle sticks his hand in his face and shoves Walters out of the way.
Crosby: As a matter of fact, I did. You see, things just aren't always what they appear to be around here. I am a man of certain principles, and I had many discrepancies with the company right before I left. So that’s initially why I took a hiatus, to re-evaluate my standing here. I’ve done many things, won many titles and now I seek a new challenge. I figured maybe CWA could offer me that, but on my terms.
GD: Perhaps you are right, I bid you fondest adieus and well wisheries in your adventure here but I really must be going…
As GD says that, his theme music “Holy Diver” fires up over the arena speakers signifying it’s time for the World Tag Team Championship match to take place.
Crosby: As you wish, but trust me when I say that Jay here will not suffice as a partner when you are to challenge two men you cannot face alone. Perhaps I can offer a better arrangement and guarantee for victory?
GD: Do you also seek my secret theme ingredient? The theme on which our chefs create their succulent variations?
The trademark grin creeps its way back across the face of Kyle Crosby as he places a firm hand on GD's shoulder.
Crosby: Good sir, I do believe you're on to something.
GD: Bizarre isn't it?
Crosby: To anyone else? Sure. But you certainly haven't deterred me in the slightest.
GD: Well, I tell you what. I’ve already committed myself to Jason Alexander Walters here. So if you can defeat him in a vicious battle of rock, paper, scissors, you can replace him and seek glory with me as the future World Tag Team Champions.
Crosby: I accept the ultimate challenge!
Kyle shoots around to face Jay with his hand at the ready. Jay does not look amused at all. He stares back and fourth at both GD and Crosby.
Walters: If this is the kind of BS I would have to put up with to get a shot at team gold, then you can forget it! I'm not sure which one of you weirdos is worse!
With that, Jay Walters storms off in the opposite direction.
GD: Well Bing Crosby, I guess that settles this little predicament. You're in, let's make bacon!
Crosby: In my case, i think you mean Canadian bacon!
GD: I do believe you're right, now on to more pressing matters!
GD turns about on one foot, and prominently prances through the curtain to his theme and the roar of the fans as Kyle begins warming up, waiting for his music to hit.
Crosby: Damn it's good to be back!
Originally Posted by Punk Wolf
CWA Five-Star Attraction – Gang Stars vs Guardian Devil & ??? RP (Krash)
-=-=-=-A quiet breeze whispered in the cold evening air.
Our scene opens in the Gang Star HQ, late at night on the 23rd of December. The fireplace was roaring, the warm flames heating the living room the best it could, and Alyster Black sighed blissfully as he stretched. Who’d thought that a simple armchair in front of a fire would be so comfortable?
Alyster spared a glance at the nearby coffee table, wherein sat two of the three things that made this Christmas one of the better ones. One, his half of the CWA Tag Team Champions, the reflection of the fireplace making a rather nice background for his nameplate. The other, his recently-won Apex Pro Wrestling Championship, his second world title and with it the first person to win the championship.
The third thing that made this Christmas more bearable was outside, currently in the midst of making a snow angel. Hell, Alyster could hear his tag partner now, even from inside.
“THIS IS SO AWESOME!” Krash cheered, no doubt catching several snowflakes in his mouth as he talked. “I LOVE THE SNOW!”
Alyster rolled his eyes good-naturedly. Being Australian, Krash didn’t have much experience with snow, which must’ve made Christmas suck down under, Alyster betted. Dressed in a pair of black slacks, a white T-shirt with a picture of a snarling bear on it, and a brown jacket along with his usual mask, Alyster leaned back in his armchair and sighed once more, perfectly content with the world right now.
Which was one reason why he was caught unprepared as something cold and wet exploded against the side of his face.
“Alyster, I made a snowball!” Krash said happily, incase Alyster didn’t notice said snowball caving in his face.
Alyster took a moment to wipe the remains of the wet snow off the side of his face, before he slowly turned to face Krash. The other half of the CWA Tag Team Champions stood in the doorway, dressed in a pair of faded black jeans, a black T-shirt with My Little Pony’s Fluttershy on, a long-sleeved white T underneath the short-sleeve black on, and a black & purple checkered scarf, blowing lightly in the wind. Krash’s grin faded slightly as Alyster silently looked at him, before he tilted his head to the side.
“Uh, Alyster? Are you glaring at me? I can’t tell that good, since, you know. The mask.”
Alyster’s glare stood, until Alyster began shaking his head and laughing softly. “Did you throw a snowball at me?” He asked, grinning beneath his mask.
“Uhh… Maybe?” Krash replied, taking a step back.
“I hope you realize, this means war.” Alyster said, and before the full meanings of the words could sink in for Krash Alyster had already gotten to his feet and charged at Krash.
“Oh dear.” Krash whimpered, before his survival instinct got the better of him and he turned his tail and fled.
He got about five steps from the doorway before Alyster dive tackled him, tackling him face first into the snow.
“Oh, it is on!” Krash laughed, rolling through the snow to a stack of snowballs he had prepared earlier. Alyster noticed the stack of snowballs and took a step back, putting his hands up.
“Alright, let’s not do anything rash here…”Alyster said.
Krash instantly threw the first snowball.
Alyster easily dodged it, laughing.
Krash frowned and threw the second snowball.
This time Alyster ducked underneath it.
“HOLD STILL, DARN YOU!” Krash cried, throwing a third.
Meanwhile, next door.
“Did something just hit the window?” Mrs. Rogers asked, peering through her glasses at the now-white window.
“No, darling.” Mr. Rogers replied absent-mindedly, more interested in the newspaper than his wife’s yammering.
“But I heard a thud, and-”
“There it is again!” Mrs. Rogers cried, approaching the window and trying to peer through the snow.
“Yes, dear, that’s very nice.” Mr. Rogers neutrally said, the newspaper beckoning.
Humping, Mrs. Rogers opened the window and poked her head out.
“HOLD STILL, DARN YOU!” A voice cried out, somewhere outside.
“You kids keep it down!” Mrs. Rogers tried shouting, but only got to ‘kids’ before she was silenced in the form of a snowball exploding against her face.
-=-=-=-“Did you just hit old Mrs. Rogers with that snowball?” Alyster asked, peering at the neighbor’s snow-encrusted window.
“Does it matter?” Krash replied, raising an eyebrow.
“No, I suppose not. What does matter, though, is this!”
“Hmm?” Krash breathed, before he got a face-full of snow.
He staggered about blindly, giggling, before falling back into the snow with a ‘thump.’ “No fair!” He shouted from his spot. “I wasn’t expecting that!”
“Were you expecting this?” Alyster asked, and piffed another snowball at his buddy.
The minutes rolled into an hour, all of it spent laughing as Alyster and Krash traded snowballs and impromptu wrestling moves into the snow. Finally, as the clock struck 10:00, the two called a truce on the snowball fight, and retreated into the warm Gang Star HQ, closing the door behind them. Grinning and smiling, the Gang Stars sat down next to the fireplace, Alyster on his armchair and Krash on the small white rug in front of the fireplace.
“When’s our flight to New York for Five Star Attraction?”
“Oh.” Krash paused, deliberating, before shrugging half-heartedly and laying his head down on the rug again. Alyster leaned back in his armchair, until Krash began snoring. Raising an eyebrow, he kicked his tag partner in the ribs, jerking him awake.
“You’re seriously not going to sleep there, are you?” Alyster questioned.
“I dunno, this is actually kinda comfy…”
“Go to bed, Krash.”
-=-=-=-“Wake up, Krash.” Alyster ordered, prodding the slumbering form of his fellow CWA Tag Team champion with a finger.
Early next morning, 4:30am or so.
“I know you’re awake now, you just said no.”
There was a long pause as Krash slowly considered this hole in his logic.
“… No I didn’t.” Was the well-thought out excuse.
“Get up, we’ve gotta go catch our flight.”
“Well why didn’t you say so?” Krash exclaimed with sudden enthusiasm, sitting up in his bed. “Time’s-a wasting, let’s get on with it!” He then proceeded to lay back in his bed and throw the covers over his face.
Alyster had a sneaking suspicion Krash’s supposed enthusiasm was, in fact, thinly-veiled sarcasm.
“C’mon, if you wanna still kick Brotherhood’s ass then you gotta get up.”
A sigh was heard from somewhere beneath the mound of blankets and pillows. “Fine.” And Krash rolled out of bed with the grace and style of a stoned elephant trying to dance to hip hop.
“Start packing.” Alyster ordered. “Our plane leaving in an hour and a half, and we kinda need to be on it when it does.”
“Alright, jeez. Go update your Twitter or something.” Krash stumbled out of his bedroom to fix himself some breakfast.
And so Alyster did.
@AlysterBlack – Had to wake up Krash for our flight to NY. You’d figure the guy has an extreme hatred of alarm clocks or something… Hold that thought, I just figured out why there’s always broken alarm clocks in the trash… #ThisExplainsSoMuch
A quick half hour later, the two were ready, if a little tired, and Krash threw a glance at the Christmas tree in the corner, at the stacks of presents neatly wrapped beneath it, before walking out the front door and locking it behind him.
“It’s alright, we’ll open the presents when we get back.” Alyster said, patting his partner on the shoulder. “Now I’ll call a taxi, an-”
“No, I got this.” Krash waved Alyster’s hand down, and strolled to the garage.
“Krash, you don’t have a van anymore, remember? It kinda got killed a few weeks ago.”
“I know that!” Krash snapped, pulling open the garage door. “That’s why I got this!”
Alyster peered into the garage, and his jaw silently dropped.
In the space that had once been reserved for Krash’s old van stood a remarkable vehicle. It looked like one of those 80’s Cadillac’s, but what were the odds of Krash buying one of those? It was a mixture of red and white, the bottom white and the top red it seemed, and as Krash ignited the engine the headlights switched on, the lights having a darker glare than most.
“You like it?” Krash asked. “It’s a ’58 Plymouth Fury. Just like the one in Christine.”
“… What.” Alyster deadpanned.
“Stephen King story.”
“Right.” Alyster quietly nodded, and got into the passenger seat. He switched the radio on, just in time for some overpaid announcer to wish them a Happy Holidays before crappy Christmassy music came on. Frowning, he instead turned it to the stereo, and a dark orchestral melody came on.
@AlysterBlack – Krash got a new car, is about to drive it now, at five in the morning with low visibility and sleep. Stereo is playing a funeral march remix. Pretty sure I’ll be dying in a horrific car wreck before the hours over. #ThisDoesNotBodeWell
-=-=-=-Somehow, Krash didn’t crash the car at all during the trip to the airport. Call it a Christmas miracle. The two Gang stars arrived at the airport in one piece, quickly boarded their flight, and were soon on their way to New York.
To cement their status as the best tag team around.
To meet destiny head on.
To make fate play it’s hand.
To fight Devil and whoever’s willing to team with him.
To Five Star Attraction.
The Gang Stars sat in their seats as the airplane soared through the sky, first class of course. Alyster leaned back in his chair, arms crossed behind head, and gave one of the stewardesses a sneaky once over. 4/5. Wonder if she’s interested in joining the mile-high club.
Beside him, Krash had booted up his Compaq laptop, and was scouring through YouTube. Alyster glanced at the screen, and frowned.
“CWA - Guardian Devil vs Alyster Black?” He raised an eyebrow. “I know it’s awesome seeing me win, but-”
“I just wanna go over his style. There’s still some kinks in his armor that could really help us.” Krash defended, keeping an eye on the screen. “I don’t want to lose to Devil when it matters the most.”
“I could do meth for eight years straight and still not lose to Guardian Devil.” Alyster replied. “I mean, jeez, that video’s only just started and already I can hear my brain cells slowly dying a painful and horrible death just by watching him try to work.”
“Harsh but true. I could be a dead body and Devil still couldn’t beat me.”
Alyster Black and Krash both stared at each other, before Krash broke into a smile and laughed, a laugh that sounded more free and content than usual. Alyster smiled too, chuckling, the laughter infectious.
“Damnit, Alyster.” Krash grinned as the laughter faded away. “Anyone ever told you that one of these days your confidence’ll backfire on you?”
“Yep. And look at me now!” Alyster cried, spreading his arms as he began listing off his well-earned accomplishments. “Former Takedown World Champion, Takedown Challenge Champion, CAW Tag Team Champion, current APW World Champion, and current CWA Tag Team Champion! It hasn’t backfired yet and it probably never will! Know why? Because whatever I say, I back it up. What I say, I do. I say I’ll make someone bleed in the match, I’ll make them bleed. I say I’ll make someone tap out, I’ll make someone tap out. I say I’ll seduce my opponent’s girlfriend, get to know her, and then get to know her even more in bed, you’re damn right I’ll seduce my opponent’s girlfriend, get to know her, and then get to know her even more in bed!”
“Excuse me, sir?” Alyster’s tirade was interrupted by one of the stewardesses, who tapped the masked superstars on the shoulder. “Could you please keep the volume of your story down? Some of the other passengers are trying to sleep.”
“Anything for you, babe.” Alyster winked. The effect was completely missed, thanks to the mask covering the wink.
“Err… Thank you… I guess.” The stewardess replied, flustered, and quickly retreated away from the strange masked man. Alyster laughed quietly, grinning.
“She totally wants me.” He said.
Krash suppressed a laugh, and merely nodded. “Oh, yeah. You can tell by the way she ran away when you came on to her.”
“Totally wants me.” Alyster repeated.
Krash rolled his eyes, the grin fading slightly. “I wish I could be as confident as you.”
“You should be! Just look at your accolades: Former Takedown World Champion, Two-time Takedown Tag Team Champion, Final Takedown Tag Team Champion in history, Youngest Takedown Champion in history, current CWA Tag Team Champion with yours truly… And I think I’m forgetting a few more…”
“Takedown Hard Knox Champion, only person to beat Johnny Stardust, and Takedown Triple-Crown Champion.” Krash said.
“That’s exactly what I mean! With all those accomplishments, you’re more successful than half the CWA roster. You’ve got every right to be confident, you know.”
“Yeah, I know. Still, though…”
“No, no ‘still though.’ You’re awesome. I’m awesome. Together we’re awesome personified, the single greatest tag team in the history of everything, the most watched, most-talented, single-handedly most awesome team to ever grace the ring.”
“Remember what I said about your confidence one day backfiring?”
“And remember what I said about me backing up my promises?”
-=-=-=-In his bedroom of the penthouse suite of the hotel, Krash sat on his bed in his pajamas, scrolling through the internet on his laptop. He had stopped watching Guardian Devil matches quite a while ago, and was now listening to some music instead. Nice, meaningful music that filled Krash with a sense of reassurance, hope, that everything would turn out fine. He liked this. It was beautiful.
Later that day, around 11pm or so.
Finally, tired, he closed down the laptop and put it beside the bed, before climbing into the covers. Here, nice and warm, Krash thought about Five Star Attraction. It was only a few days away. Truth be told, he was still somewhat nervous. This was CWA’s Wrestlemania, and he and Alyster would be having the spotlight shining brightly upon them, tens of thousands in attendance and millions watching at home. He did not want to screw this up. He would be tag teaming with his best friend on the biggest stage of the year during Christmas. It was like a dream come true.
Krash rolled over in bed, and knocked on the wall with a closed fist.
Alyster was about to close his eyes and drift off to sleep, when he heard Krash knock on the wall and whisper to him from the room next door, his voice unsurprisingly quite audible through the hotel walls.
“Merry Christmas, Alyster.”
“… Merry Christmas, Krash.”
X-Fly Title MatchOriginally Posted by RawrThe scene opens right outside the arena hosting Five Star Attraction, a mere day before show time. Alyster Black is sitting on a crate by the back entrance smoking a cigarette. He’s wearing a black and blue flannel jacket, Gang Stars t-shirt, blue jeans, DC skate shoes, and his signature red and black mask (which has been rolled up to accommodate his cigarette). Black watches as the production team is busy at work bringing the ring into the arena, setting up the cameras, and constructing the set. Black takes a drag from his cigarette, finishing it off. He butts it out on the edge of the crate and then throws it away. He produces another one from his jacket pocket and lights it up just as Krash arrives on the scene with two cups of coffee in hand.
Krash: Those things will kill you, you know.
Black: Eh, who wants to be 90 anyway?
Krash: Who wants to use quotes from South Park to defend their bad habits?
Black: Oh, I do, I do!
Krash shakes his head disapprovingly as he hands Black a cup of coffee. Black thanks him with a puff of smoke in the face, to which Krash responds with a shrug of his shoulders. There’s no use getting into a fight with Black when he’s like this.
Krash: So...big match tomorrow.
Krash: Plan to do something special.
Krash: What do you plan to do?
Krash: Doesn’t sound that special.
Black: That’s because you don’t know the details of how I’m going to win.
Krash: Would you care to shed some light on these illusive details?
Black: Why not?
Krash: Why not indeed.
Black takes a quick sip from his coffee then puts it down on the edge of the crate right beside him. He raises his two hands in front of his body and starts acting like he’s choking something. He begins to shake his hands violently and then pull them apart quickly whilst making a ripping sound with his mouth. Krash stares at the scene, his right eye open wide and his left twitching.
Krash: That’s the details?
Black: Pretty much yeah.
Krash: I think I’ll need you to elaborate with words...but I’m not sure I want you to.
Black: Oh but I will anyway. So what happens is I’m going to get my hands around Guardian Devil’s and question mark’s necks. And then I’m going to squeeze and pull until I tear their heads off their bodies. And then I’m going to stick their heads on my wall as a trophy. Any questions?
Krash: Yeah, how is that a practical way to win the match?
Black: It’s a practical way to get Guardian Devil to leave us alone for a while.
Krash: I take it that you’re getting sick of him.
Black: I have this nightmare where we beat him and whoever the hell his partner is now. And he just keeps getting up and coming back for more. And this goes on for years, until we retire. We waste our whole career in CWA fighting this guy and his hordes of tag team partners.
Krash: We’ve only been in conflict with him for a couple of months...
Black: A couple of months too long!
Krash: And our continued feud with Guardian Devil and his partners is...
Black: My idea of hell.
Krash: Right. Well I guess we’d better put him down hard tomorrow.
Black: I’d really like to make him tap again.
Krash looks over at Black who has just taken another drag from his cigarette.
Krash: That’s a way more practical plan.
Black turns his head to Krash and blows a puff of smoke in his face.
Black: Thanks brother.
The scene opens in Alyster Black’s hotel room. Black is sitting on the edge of his bed, staring out the window; a dim stream of sunlight illuminates his silhouette for the camera. Black appears to be maskless, his dark hair stands up in the light. He dips his head down and begins to speak.
Black: In the morning of the day of Five Star Attraction, Alyster Black has few things on his mind. Today is the biggest day of most CWA wrestler’s lives. Unfortunately it is not the biggest day of Alyster Black’s life, maybe a Five Star Attraction event in the future may take that honour. This day however is far from the biggest in Black’s career. It is defiantly in the top five, maybe top three in the list of the biggest and most important days of Alyster Black’s life. Alyster is going to do some great things on this day. He’s going to relieve himself of a great annoyance.
Black stands up; he has his mask in hand. Black looks down at the mask which hangs lifelessly from his fingertips. He holds it up with both hands and then puts it over his head. He turns around to face the camera.
Black: Today all eyes aren’t on me. They’re on three others who are fighting for the biggest prize in the CWA kingdom. The single greatest prize. Those eyes aren’t on me. I’m merely an afterthought. These tag team titles are merely an afterthought. Well...after tonight, I’m make sure of it. We won’t be ignored, we won’t be denied. Tonight the Gang Stars show you what they’re fighting for. When we go toe-to-toe with Guardian Devil and his partner, whoever that is. We’ll show you how much those tag team titles mean to us. How much we value them, and how much you all should. Krash and I, we’re going to fight to keep these titles, we’re going to treat them like they’re both that one belt that’s being fought over in the main event. The biggest day of my life was the day I first became a world champion. Today is the day where I start my mission to build these titles into something that will one day be fought for and treated with the same respect as that big gold belt that’s featured in the main event.
The scene comes to a close with Alyster reaching over the bed and picking up his half of the tag team titles, holding it close to his chest.
Dexter Darwin DouglasOriginally Posted by Harry JonesClick! Just like that, the cameras begin to roll and the scene opens up for this CWA.com exclusive! As the video loaded, the first sight we'd see would be that of resident interviewer, Ralph Lindgren; dressed in a sharp black suit, accented by his bright red tie. With a cheesy smile upon his face and a microphone in hand, Ralph would nod his head in regards to the camera, obviously in higher spirits than his guest here tonight. That guest being none other than The Anti-Hero himself - Harry Jones! Dressed casually in a pair of blue jeans and a plain, dark-gray sweatshirt, Harry seemed less than enthusiastic to say the least. Jones maintained a look of annoyance, impatience and irritation - but Ralph Lindgren was none the wiser, as he soon brought the microphone in his hand to his lips, and began to speak.
"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us this evening on this CWA.com exclusive interview. With me at this time is none other than the Number One Contender for the CWA X-Fly Championship; Harry Jones! First off, Harry, thank you for agreeing to this interview; I realize you have a lot of preparation to do, so I'll try not t-"
Cut off abruptly, Ralph Lindgren seemed less than happy as Harry Jones put his hand out, covering the microphone with his palm as he stood there for a moment. Gazing pensively toward the ground, Harry would soon lift his head up again, looking at Ralph with a look of confusion as he removed his palm. Gesturing for Ralph to hold the microphone for him, Harry would take a second to clear his throat before speaking up.
"Wait, wait ... Stop right there, Ralph. Did you just say that I have a lot of ... preparation to do? As if ... as if there's some large, monumental occasion approaching; as if Harry Jones will soon be faced with some kind of ... legitimate challenge. Which, in all honesty, is a joke; there isn't a single man in the back who could ever even hope of matching up to yours truly, Ralph. Not one who could even come close to posing an actual, reasonable threat to me, or my soon-to-be championship. So tell me, Ralph; what exactly is it that I have to prepare for?"
Not even five minutes in, and already Jones had turned the tables on Ralph Lindgren; making a genuine inquiry toward the interviewer. Momentarily dumbfounded by Harry's lack of awareness, as it seemed, Ralph would bring the microphone back to his own lips as he responded.
"Well, Harry, we're only just days away from your first-ever championship match in CWA. Because as I'm sure you know, you'll be fighting the very well-renowned Dexter Darwin Douglas for the X-Fly Championship at Five Star Attraction. So not only do you have to fight off a very driven Dexter, Harry, but ... well, the X-Fly Championship is up for grabs! Are you at all nervous in anticipation for this career defying match?"
Letting out a soft, almost mocking chuckle, Harry would proceed to lick his lips; running his free hand through his short, dirty-blonde hair in the process. Keeping his gaze away from Lindgren or the camera for several moments, Harry would shake his head as he looked back up; an amused look upon his face as he spoke up into the microphone that Lindgren held before him.
"Ralph, Ralph, Ralph ... When are you going to learn? In fact, when is anybody in this company - this entire damned BUSINESS going to learn that I ... I don't get worried, Ralph. I don't get scared, frightened, intimidated, or shaken up; not by Dexter, and certainly not by those ungrateful leeches you refer to as "fans". If anything, I'm anxious; EAGER to step into that ring and fight for the X-Fly Championship, even if it's against someone as pathetic and unworthy as Dexter Darwin Douglas. A man who shouldn't be placed anywhere above the opening bout on any show ... yet has somehow weaseled his way into the finale of this tournament, despite the fact that I beat him a few weeks ago. Dexter is a thorn in my side; an annoying fly, buzzing around my head and driving me to the brink of insanity in frustration ... but that's all he is, Ralph. Dexter is no threat to me; he's simply another obstacle in front of me, in my quest to solidify myself as the best professional wrestler in the world! Oh, but don't get me wrong, Ralph; I'm not cocky, I'm not arrogant, I'm not overconfident; I don't overestimate myself or underestimate my opponents ... I know I'm better. I'm better than Derek Vendra, I'm better than Warren Peace, I'm better than you ... and I'm definitely ... better ... than Dexter ... Darwin ... Douglas!"
Not allowing Lindgren to speak, Jones would boldly raise a clenched fist in the air as he
collected his thoughts. After a moment or two of indecision, he continued.
"If anyone's to be afraid of anyone here, Dexter should be afraid of me ... However, he isn't... and I know why. I know what it is that makes Douglas think that he's even anywhere near my league; what it is that has him so wrongfully convinced that he has what it takes to step into that ring with, and even more ridiculously, defeat Harry Jones. Now obviously, Dexter is out of his mind; he's living in some kind of deranged fantasy world that he's created for himself to escape this reality. He has himself convinced that he has even the slightest chance of beating me at Five Star Attraction, but the truth ... well, Ralph, you should know that the truth is far different. Nonetheless, Dexter doesn't; he doesn't see the way his strings are being pulled, doesn't realize that he's being used and manipulated - not by me, not by you, not by anyone else on the roster - but by his so-called "fans." You see, Ralph, Dexter has had a veil pulled over his eyes ever since the beggining of his career. He wastes his time pandering and playing with the crowd, feeling empowered by their cheers and support, but not realizing that he isn't in control. Dexter didn't have the mental capacity required to see through the deceit and the lies, Ralph; he didn't have the ability to see what I saw, he was BLINDED by some false sense of obligation to those idiots in the audience ... And he still is. He's still bowing down to them, bending over backwards to ensure that they're entertained ... but at what cost? Dexter has been so misguided, so MISLEAD by those people, Ralph - as we all are - into putting his body, his well-being, his LIFE on the line ... for their amusement. Just as I once was; but I was able to open my eyes, to tear past the veil that separated me from delusion and reality. And the moment, the very damned SECOND I realized that I had to start looking after myself, and not those manipulative half-wits who once claimed to be my oh-so adoring fans ... They turned on me. They turned their backs on me the very moment it became clear that I was no longer under their control; and look at me now, Ralph. LOOK AT ME NOW! I am on an UNTOUCHABLE winning streak, and on December 28th, I am going to achieve my LIFE-LONG dream of becoming a champion in CWA!"
After a brief pause, Jones continued with his heart-felt rant.
"I'm the BEST competitor that CWA has to offer ... And while he might not realize it now? Dexter had the opportunity to be in the very same position I'm in now. Dexter Darwin Douglas has all the tools to become the X-Fly Champion at Five Star Attraction! There was every chance that he could have held the belt for God-knows how long, up until the inevitable point where I'd have taken it from him, but he screwed it all up. He made the mistake of a lifetime, Ralph; he became distracted, foolish, ignorant ... he became weak as soon as he allowed his supposed "fans" to take control. For all intents and purposes, Dexter put a toddler behind the wheel of a monster truck, and moreover locked himself in the passenger's seat. Now, in case that analogy is as lost on you as it seems, let me just clear this all up. Dexter will NOT be victorious at Five Star Attraction, because he will give in to the pressure that those leeches are exerting on him, and unknowingly set himself up to fall; Douglas has set himself on a downward spiral of failures and shortcomings that aren't going to cease until he, and his entire career, are all but destroyed. And from the looks of things ... I'd say that's going to happen a lot sooner ... than later."
Jones would state almost as boldly as cryptically, shining a sinister smirk soon afterward as he took a moment to reflect on what he had just said. Meanwhile, Jones was trying to make sense of anything Harry had just said; though he wasn't making much progress in doing so, as he spoke up again.Ralph Lindgren
"I'm sorry, Harry, but uh ... I'm not sure I understand what you're trying to say, here."
Ralph would state, garnering an annoyed sigh from Jones. Giving another shake of his head, Harry would take a moment to sort out his thoughts in his head before looking to Lindgren, and speaking up once more.
"Of course you don't ... and truth be told, I didn't expect you to. Why? Because you're just like Dexter, Ralph ... foolish, ignorant, unaware of the happenings around you. You fail to see the painfully obvious, and instead resort to living your life as a puppet; believing what your masters want you to believe, and bending over backwards to kiss their asses. So of course you can't comprehend the fact that it's these attachments, these distractions that doom not only Dexter, but you and everyone else like him to complete and utter failure. Dexter has been manipulated and seduced by our supposed fans into doing whatever it takes to keep them happy. By verbally displaying their admiration for Douglas, they're only condemning him. They're making sure, Raplh, that Dexter Darwin Douglas is in a position to entertain them; to keep them happy and satisfied ... and you know as well as I do that he won't stop until he's done just that. Whether it means having his skull caved in with a two-by-four, having his breath - his LIFE - choked out of him, or crashing down toward the cold, hard mat from fifteen feet above; Dexter will do what it takes to try and win the crowd over. But little does he see that by doing that, Ralph, he's whittling away his chances of winning this match little by little; Dexter is ensuring his own demise, and in turn, my success. Because unlike him, Ralph, I have opened my eyes; I've come to see those people and their supposed "love" and "support" for what they truly are. Sadists, hell-bent on using men like Dexter Darwin Douglas for their own means of entertainment; obsessed with the thought of manipulating the weak in order to carry out their own twisted, sadistic dreams and fantasies. I saw through their lies, Ralph; I broke free, rid myself of those parasites and rose to lengths that Dexter could never even dream of. I feel no need or obligation to satisfy those idiot fans - only myself. While Douglas will do whatever it takes to carry out the will of those people, even if it means putting himself out of action, I'm wise enough to know better. I'm smart enough to know that it's in no interest of mine to foolishly go out there and get myself injured. Every move I make in that ring will be quick, swift and powerful ... but at the same time slow, calculated, and precise. I don't have to worry about those morons in the audience, Ralph; I don't concern myself with appeasing them or giving them what they want. My interests and my ambitions are exactly that - MY OWN. I'm looking out for me, and me ONLY; I'm not shackled to those fans, I don't care about them or their "support" ... and in the end? It's that very fact ... that gives me the advantage. It's that very fact, Ralph, that all but guarantees my success this at Five Star Attraction; it's that VERY ... FACT, coupled with Dexter's ignorance and incompetence, that will ensure that Harry Jones will hold this championship for a long, long time ... while that insolent fool fades back into obscurity; where he belongs."
With another bold statement escaping his lips, The Anti-Hero would finally fall silent once more; ending his tirade, if only for now. Running a hand through his hair, Harry would shine a small, somewhat disturbing smirk, oblivious to the once again dumbfounded Ralph Lindgren. Blinking several times in confusion, Ralph would go to speak up several times; ultimately thinking better of doing so as he pondered everything Harry had just said, and chose his words carefully. Finally speaking up after a moment or so, Ralph did his best to hide his hesitance and caution, not wanting to set Jones off on another angry tirade.
"You know, Harry, I ... well ... don't you think that all seems a little far fetched? I mean, those fans are the reason I, Dexter, and even you have a job here in CWA ... Are you sure you're not just speaking out of jealousy? That you're not ... bitter that the fans are now cheering Dexter, instead of ... well, instead of you?"
All of the caution and carefulness in the world couldn't have changed the impact those questions had on Harry Jones. For as soon as Ralph finished speaking, something inside of The Anti-Hero snapped; his usual smirk gone, replaced by a look of unadulterated anger as he turned toward Lindgren. Glaring holes through the interviewer, Jones stood there for a mere moment before suddenly lunging at Ralph; pinning him against the nearby wall. The microphone had fallen as well, though it was no longer needed as Harry screamed in the face of a terrified Ralph Lindgren.
"Jealous? JEALOUS?! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM, RALPH?! DO YOU?! I'm the NEXT X-Fly Champion! I'M THE BEST IN THIS COMPANY - no - in this ENTIRE DAMNED BUSINESS! I AM JEALOUS OF NOBODY! DO YOU HEAR ME?! NOBODY!"
In that sudden fit of rage, Harry Jones had gone from calm and collected to down-right psychopathic, his face red with anger he screamed in Lindgren's face. Holding him there for several moments more, Harry would eventually seem to snap out of it; letting go of Ralph's collar and holding his hands up as he apologized. Hesitantly, Ralph would step forward from the wall; dusting himself off before leaning down to grab the microphone again. Standing to his feet, Ralph would turn his attention back to the only undefeated Superstar in CWA ... BAM! ... Jones just laid Ralph Lindgren out with a Busaiku Knee Kick! Kneeling down beside Ralph, who was out of it now, Harry would reach over slowly; grabbing the microphone and speaking up once more; a sinister tone in his soft voice.Harry Jones
"I'm not jealous, Ralph ... I have no reason to be jealous of Dexter Darwin Douglas. He is below me in every aspect; having those idiot fans in his corner ... that changes nothing. I've still got a clean victory over him, I'm still better than him, I'm still smarter than him, and come Five Star Attraction? I'm still ... going to beat him ... and once again show the world why they call me..."
Pausing there for a split second, Harry would look on at the unconscious Lindgren; not even the slightest hint of remorse as he finished that sentence.
"THE MOTHER F[CENSORED]ING ANTI-HERO!"
Originally Posted by QuackenColonyReady, Set, Redemption!
There were a lot of things Dexter did not think would happen. As a kid, he grew up thinking he could become a hero just like in the comics he read. He had it all planned out. He would be the funny one who would also come to the rescue of the team at the most unexpected times. As he grew older, he realized having super powers is, for the most part, impossible. Even with that, he knew he could take the ideals of being a hero into real life. Honor, leadership, respect, and courage. He had hope that during his days of high school, he exhibited these traits everyday...even if he was ignored for the most part.
So with that, he had planned on being a screen writer. Movies had become his hobby, going to see at least two or three films a week. Unfortunately, with the industry becoming mostly about remakes, sequels, and just straight up garbage, his interest died down. He had passed on the college route, instead spending most of his hours inside a movie rental place, being forced to rent the trash he had given up on to the public.
The idea of being a wrestler didn't come into mind until he was approached at a local show by the owner, looking for new trainees. It was cheap training, and he had the money at the time. It was a tough year and half, but Dexter passed with flying colors, his passion being brought out quickly while many others would come in for a week or two, and then drop out. The local scene was dying fairly quickly when he had made his debut. That was a few years ago, now he was on his way to New York's famous Madison Square Garden. It was a bit of luck, but mostly his wrestling talent, that he was put into this match.
The X-Fly Championship Tournament Finals were in his thoughts, very curious as to why Warren Peace was not in his spot. The self proclaimed greatest wrestler had seemed to be injuried not long ago, but Dexter couldn't shake the thought that maybe, just maybe, that Warren was playing a game of hooky. Dexter let out a breath of air as his thoughts were racing like crazy. Closing his eyes he remembered what Katt had said to him when she dropped him off at the airport.
Katt: I know you'll do your best...and I know you'll come back with that title around your waist. If you don't, I'll come up there and beat you up myself.
Her smile was infectious, and it made Dexter blush. They shared a quick kiss before he stepped out of the car, turning around to wave at her. She stuck her head out the window for a quick second.
Katt: I love you, Dexter Darwin Douglas!
A few people looked over as the girl yelled her affection to the average wrestler. He blushed again and watched her pull away, giving him a bit of pride and fire, wanting to win this match more than ever.
By the time he opened his eyes, the plane was making its landing procedure. The plane came to a complete stop, so he stood up and got his bag. His steps were quiet as he made his way out of the airport, the nerves already setting in he could feel his body shake a bit as he got his first look at New York City. It was quite a sight...louder, busier, and definitely brighter. The cab ride to the hotel was painfully long, the driver having to comment that this is usual for the city about a thousand times. The bed in the room was nice and warm. He was like a child as he buried his face into the pillow. He had two days before the match. Tomorrow he was given a bit of camera time in order to psyche himself and his fans up. He let out a sigh as his phone rang. Just on time, he thought as he answered it.
DDD: Hello, sweetness...
Dexter is seen with his back to the camera, staring off at the brightly lit city as he stands at the top of what could be NYC's most well known landmark, the Empire State Building. The wind was blowing, making his zipper hoodie strings flow in the wind. His hand was tapping against the railing, his breath showing in the cold air as he looks around, taking in all the sights and sounds of the city before turning around.
DDD: New York City...I've never been here before, and honestly I always doubted I would ever get to come visit it. Now I'm here on top of the Empire State Building. I'm so high up that I can see just about everything in this city if I try hard enough. Look, there's my hotel!
Dexter smiles as he points outward and in the distance there is a building, spotted with lit rooms, suggesting that some of the rooms are occupied by other visitors, maybe even some other wrestlers. Dexter moved closer to the railing and looked at a place much closer to the building he was standing on top of. It was a very familiar place to the average, everyday pro wrestler.
DDD: Tomorrow night, I'm gonna be down there, having the most important match of my life. I'm not really sure what to think at this point. Not long ago I was having a breakdown, thinking I lost this chance when Harry was able to pin me on Adrenaline Rush. Now I get a chance to not only redeem my lost to Mr. Jones, but I also get one more chance to hold the X-Fly Championship Title over my head.
When I first was drafted to Adrenaline Rush, I was just so happy to know I could wrestle against some of the best in the world in front of some of the most passionate fans I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. Some of you who may be a little may be wondering why I'm getting this chance, when Warren Peace had made it to the finals...well Warren seemed to have the unfortunately fate of being taken out of the match with an injury. Now I'm here, sitting pretty until that bell rings, then Harry and I will have one more encounter to find out who really deserves that championship belt.
I'm sure you have some words for me too...I'm guessing they don't extend much further than 'I'm gonna beat you, Dexter. The X-Fly Title will be mine, I already beat you.' You're not the type of person who has wide vocabulary, but as long as I have been alive, I've found it very true that actions speak louder than words. So while I may mock you for your choice of words, I know that tomorrow night I'm going to be in one hell of a match...maybe even match of the year, if we both bring our best. I have a feeling it won't take long for me to convince you that you will have to bring yours while we are in that ring together.
Dexter smiles and winks at the camera as he steps away, the camera shutting off and following him. The cameraman and Dexter talk for a bit on the elevator ride down the building. Dexter let out a quite sigh as the two parted ways, he headed back to hotel, still trying his best to shake his nerves away.
Dexter tugged on his boots as he sat near the entrance ramp. He had been sitting in the back, watching the rest of the event as he kept preparing himself. His mind was racing as the moment of truth got closer and closer. Dexter Darwin Douglas vs. Harry Jones for the vacant X-Fly Championship Title. What was Harry's plan tonight? Would he try to injure Dexter or even cheat just so he can gloat about a second victory and a having a championship?
Dexter shook his head as he knew he had to get rid of those thoughts. He clenched his fist and stood up as he knew all he could do is get out there and wrestle the best match he had inside him. Win or lose, he knew the fans would cheer him on. The thought of the crowd going wild as he held the X-Fly title above his head only fueled his passion to win this match. The fans were already hot and wild from the action that had been going on tonight, he could hear their chants and applause from the backstage area, making him smile.
He stood by the entrance ramp as he heard through the speakers that his match was up. The sound of Black Rebel Motorcycle Club's 'Conscience Killer' started up, pumping the man up as his name was announced. He stepped through the curtain to the sounds of cheers and adulation from the fans as the time to prove himself was here.