Post by Rage (aka NoMercyMaster2001) on Jul 31, 2009 15:27:39 GMT -5
Gastro
(Live In Primetime from Miami Arena in Miami, Florida, Exclusively On VTV!)
(Live In Primetime from Miami Arena in Miami, Florida, Exclusively On VTV!)
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*Following the previous video intro for the event we open up to the night's frenzied arena crowd in red-hot Miami, with the usual Gastro event banner being displayed on the Xtreme-Tron, explosions going off all over the place and the official show theme of "Superstar" by Saliva playing loudly across the PA System. We then zoom in even further on ringside moments later and the background music dies down completely as our usual commentators Michael Cole and Jerry "The King" Lawler cut in eventually while the in-ring action for this evening is on the verge of kicking off...*
*"BOOM!" A huge crashing sound is heard to kick off what's sure to be another unforgettable broadcast this week, and the entire building darkens. The crowd in turn falls silent and the faint whispers of those concerned echo, the music erupts and the pyro's shoot from the turnbuckles, the crowd gasp in awe as the huge monster Oblivion himself stands overlooking the crowd from the top of the ramp, as he slowly walks towards the ring he is heckled by the crowd but takes no notice, he climbs the steel steps and enters the ring waiting for tonight's upcoming matchup to ensue soon enough.*
Cole: Welcome to Gastro live in Miami everyone, and as usual we're starting off with a bang as the beast known simply as Oblivion looks to make a definite mark on the XHF in his formal in-ring debut this week.
King: No doubt about it Cole, but in order to make that mark he has to go through the infamous Decoy, who as of late seems to have become more focused and determined than ever before to get his own career back on track as it were.
Cole: Yeah in order to be considered among the elite of this business like his two associates Reeshi and Platinum are for instance, well needless to say you have to be a winner and Decoy intends to become exactly that by the time all is said and done here tonight.
*Slow square dance tune comes over the speakers as Decoy, with stablemate Platinum in tow for support this time, steps out holding a black, New York Yankees baseball cap in his hands and is wearing the new, silver and white, open, Toronto Blue Jays jersey. He spins around moving out onto the top of the stage as though almost square dancing with himself. The music picks up and Decoy puts the hat on backwards. He nods his head to the music (Square Dance by Eminem) and folds his arms over his chest, trying to look cool as he walks out down the ramp and into the ring.*
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Singles Match
Oblivion vs. Decoy
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Singles Match
Oblivion vs. Decoy
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The match begins as Decoy briefly glances over to his manager and Hierarchy stablemate, Platinum, getting a confident thumbs up from his longtime running buddy of sorts. The referee asks both men if they are ready to begin the match. Both men nod and the bell rings. Decoy and Oblivion walk closer to each other, breaking privacy boundries and the proverbial ice until they engage into an intense lockup. After a moment in it, Decoy breaks the hold and throws a punch but Oblivion wisely ducks it and spins behind Decoy, then hitting a German Suplex. Both Decoy and Oblivion get back up reasonably quickly though. Decoy then rushes over to Oblivion going for a punch but yet again Oblivion ducks and spins around to the back of Decoy once more, about to go for another German Suplex but Decoy, not wanting to make the same mistake twice, jumps and hits Oblivion with some sort of make-shift bulldog. Oblivion hits the mat hard and Decoy hooks the leg for the pin: One... Two... Kickout! Clearly Oblivion is resilient in his quest tonight to win his debut match in the XHF.
Cole: This is actually a closer match than I would have expected.
King: Yeah Oblivion is looking solid so far I'd say.
Decoy now picks up Oblivion and pushes him pretty close to the ropes and throws him for an Irishwhip. But in the process Oblivion reverses and now Decoy is the one that is thrown to the ropes. Decoy bounces back and he is hit fiercely by Oblivion who lands a stiff dropkick! Upon falling to the canvas, Oblivion wastes no time as he twists Decoy's legs until he is locked into a sharpshooter. Decoy begins yelling in pain as he looks into the eyes of his manager Platinum nearby. Platinum yells up to him, telling him not to tap out, where as next to him, we see the referee, asking him many times if he wants to tap out and each and every time, Decoy repeatedly declines. Decoy reaches over though and he finally grabs a hold of the bottom rope. The referee tells Oblivion to let go of the hold and reluctantly he does. Decoy tries desperately to return to his feet and as this happens, Oblivion meanwhile climbs the top turnbuckle. After a moment, Decoy finally gets to his feet and Oblivion jumps off... but Decoy somehow catches him onto his shoulders in mid-air and plants him with one whale of a powerslam!
Cole: Decoy's able to slam like that after that punishing sharpshooter just moments earlier!?
King: Looks like all that training and preparation he's received from both Platinum and Reeshi is starting to pay off at long last.
Decoy falls on top of Oblivion as the referee goes down as well for the pin: One... Two... kickout by Oblivion! Decoy gets up and drags Oblivion to his feet. As he gets up, Oblivion delivers a punch to Decoy, causing him to stagger back. Oblivion then kicks Decoy in the stomach and hits him with a huge suplex. Joe breaths heavily and picks back up Decoy shortly thereafter. Before he can go for another suplex however, Decoy kicks Oblivion in the stomach. Decoy then picks Oblivion up in the air for a suplex of his own but in the middle of the air, Oblivion kicks Decoy in the chest and then hits him right back with a huge DDT! Decoy falls to the ground really hard and Oblivion goes for the pin accordingly: One... Two... Decoy powers out and Oblivion uses the momentum to push himself to the ropes nearby. He bounces back and runs to Decoy for a Big Boot! He then goes for the pin once more: One... Two... Kickout by Decoy. Oblivion is now furious and he climbs the top turnbuckle, biding his time, waiting for Decoy to get to his feet.
Cole: Oblivion just might win this! It's only a matter of time!
King: Yeah Decoy better dig down deep here quick or else this could very well be it for him here tonight.
We see Decoy very slowly climbing to his feet. As he gets up, Oblivion jumps off for a flying Clothesline but miraculously enough Decoy ducks it! Upon hitting the ground after crashing and burning, Oblivion rolls over and climbs to his feet and just as he faces Decoy, he gets kicked in the stomach and Decoy picks him up in position for his finisher, The Dangerous Driver, but Oblivion suddenly rolls forward, out of the move altogether, and into a sunset flip! The referee goes for the pin: One... Two... Thr-Kickout by Decoy! Oblivion and Decoy each get to their feet not long afterward. As soon as Oblivion faces Decoy, Oblivion kicks him in the stomach and he poses for his own main finisher, The Atomic Drop. He goes for it but in the air, Decoy yet again reverses, this time to an inverted suplex! Decoy then musters up the rest of the remaining energy within himself and runs to the top turnbuckle. He climbs it and sure enough leaps off moments later as he successfully hits Oblivion with a massive cross body splash! He goes right for the pin over the seemingly unconscious Oblivion with both legs hooked tightly: One... Two... Three!
Winner via Pinfall: Decoy!
Cole: Wow! Decoy was able to get the upset win over the much larger and intimidating Oblivion! I'm shocked!
King: Well it was a close match and both men should be proud regardless, but Decoy's obviously a veteran of the company and his mentors are two true icons of the XHF in the form of Platinum and X*Crown Champion Reeshi, so all in all it shouldn't come as too much of a surprise that he emerged on top if you think about it that way Cole.
*The camera now cuts to the back as we witness a rather mysterious limousine pulling into the parking lot… the famous scene that hasn’t been seen for a long time, as it slowly comes to a halt and Funaki is already fast to be on the scene, with a camera crew sprinting after him so they can see who’s arriving to the arena. The driver is walking around the front of the car and coming around to the side door, and stands out of the way as he opens the door for whoever it is to step out…
In the beautiful city of Miami, Florida, it’s one of their own citizens - Seifer! Unfortunately, he isn’t joined by his wife this night… but he is joined by his best friend, as four people from each SUV comes out in black suits, white collar shirts, and black ties. They’re dressed completely fashionably, for the exception of one - the security of this billionaire set up a perimeter to make sure nobody is going to be able to get near him, for the exception of Funaki. Anarchy is the one that comes out of the limousine after Seifer, and you can hear the fans all stretch out an “Aw” as they see Anarchy holding a pit bull puppy, which is confused as to where he or she is.*
: “This is XHF numba one interviewer! Funaki! Seifer, what are doing here?”
*Funaki holds the microphone to Seifer, who is grabbing a few other things from the limousine after Anarchy has left the limousine and is just standing at the other side of the door. A white cowboy hat is one of the things that Seifer grabs, and that he places on his head fitting perfectly, and a fancy cane with a diamond handle. He puts the tip of the cane down to the ground and smiles at the number one interviewer, Funaki.*
Seifer: “Well, I wasn’t here for Overheated although you guys were wrestling in my hometown… I knew I couldn’t miss Gastro. This is my second chance to be here, and I’m not missing it! I’m just here to watch the show!”
*Seifer exclaims, and as Funaki prepares to continue the interview, Seifer simply lifts his cane and puts the tip of it to Funaki’s sternum before pushing him back a little, and security moves forward and blocks Funaki off to make sure that he doesn’t get close to Seifer. Seifer, with the cane back on the ground, starts to walk into the arena with Anarchy standing in the middle still holding the puppy, and security surrounding both of them. The driver closes the door and circles back around to park the limousine in a good spot, while the other two security guards that were left in the SUVs go to get parking spaces. The cameras go back out to the arena.*
King: I don’t believe it! Seifer is here!
Cole: I wonder where he’s sitting at?
King: Either VIP, or front row! You remember how he is! Too bad Dagger couldn’t be here tonight.
*"The Big Payback" hits as Pyro comes strutting down the entrance ramp to the music at this point. As he walks by a couple of old ladies... he bigs thrusting his pelvis in their faces. Then grabs their hands to rub his flabby chest. As continues to dance his way down... coming to a bunch of younger girls but legal. He kisses them on the lips, then slips them his room key. He spins around and moonwalks down to ramp, then spins back and blows kisses at a few more mature chicks. He gets in the ring, then jumps on the top rope. Takes his hand and puts it deep into his tights to adjust himself. He then pulls them open and looks down. He looks up and smiles big then looks at a random woman... shaking his head in a positive motion.*
Cole: It's been a while since we've seen Pyro in action.
King: Damn shame too. I hear both Doc and Josef got deported.... or put in jail.
Cole: Why the hell was Doc deported?
King: Sheep fu....
Cole: Nevermind.
*The lights flicker and fade out as black lights pulse to the beat of "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" by Dope Stars Inc. Smoke lines the entryway as a figure steps from behind the curtains and into the middle of the smoke. The crowd cheers as they see who it is: XHF's psycho Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith. He has a smile on his face as he pumps his fist in the air, walking through the smoke. He walks down the ramp, slapping the hands of some of his fans as he darts to the ring and slides under the bottom ropes. He then bounces off the ropes a couple of times and turns toward the entrance, ready for action.*
Cole: Tyrone is making his Gastro debut this evening.
King: What a way to debut too... against one of the most notorious superstars in XHF history.
Cole: Pyro?
King: Yes.
Cole: .....Right. Overheated wasn't a good night for Crazy Boy, but tonight he hopes to get back on the right track for good and change that in a major way.
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Singles Match
Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith vs. "Big Poppy" Pyro
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Singles Match
Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith vs. "Big Poppy" Pyro
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Pyro walks out from his corner and begins poking on the chest of Crazy Boy. Telling him how he's the elder and he should just lay down for old glory. As he pokes him on his chest, Tyrone looks to the crowd. Asking if this guy is legit. Pyro throws a slow... very slow.... low kick. It has no effect on Tyrone, who just throws out his fist and knocks him down. Pyro begs not to be hurt, as he crawls to the corner and grabs the bottom rope. Tyrone walks over there and begins stomping on his back. Trying to pry him away.... but he's his arthritis clutch won't butdge. Or so it seems....
Cole: This is embarrassing. A man of this age and ability can't be in the ring day in and day out.
King: You obviously doubt the skill.
Cole: Skill? They expired 15 years ago.
Tyrone kicks at him some more before he's told to stay away. Pyro gets up and brushes himself off, then begins to berate Tyrone again. Tyrone ready though, slaps Pyro across the face. Pyro pushes back and Tyrone in turn comes running at him. He delivers a huge dropkick to the face of Pyro, who stays upright in the corner, as Tyrone walks back and then dropkicks him in the face again. As Tyrone returns to his feet, Pyro is staggering out of the corner. Throwing punches in the air, Tyrone kicks him in the gut and spikes him on his head with a DDT. He goes for a cover.... 1... kickout.
Cole: How did that even happen?
King: I think he had a seizure and just flopped out.
Tyrone picks him up and puts hm against the ropes, as he whips him. Pyro is able to reverse it and send him into the ropes. He takes a bounce off the ropes and attempts a bicycle kick but seeing as Tyrone is nowhere near him. He just flops around on the mat and holds his hip in pain. Tyrone shows no mercy, he goes and stomps vicious on back of Pyro. He sticks his foot across his throat, as Pyro taps on the mat. Though for whatever reason the referee doesn't count it. Pyro gets back to his feet after the referee pushes Tyrone back. He bitches to the referee that he was tapping out but he claims he didn't see it. Tyrone waits for pyro to turn back around, as he shoots in he boots him in the midsection, then lifts him up for the brainbuster. Pyro hits short knees to the head, they're more annoying then actually damaging him. So Tyrone drops him, and Pyro pulls out the legs of Tyrone. He falls to the mat, as Pyro takes his claw hand.
King: YES!!! Cole... Japanese Ball Lock. It's coming....
Cole: This isn't good for anyone.
As he throws his hand in to grab at them, Tyrone catches it and tells him no. We see a fight for control here, as he inches closer to the hold Tyrone keeps pushing it away. Tyrone then kicks him in the head and Pyro stumbles away. He gets back up, lifts him up in an airplane spin. As they spin around for what seems to be hours, Tyrone stops and slams him to the mat with a Samoan Drop. Tyrone jumps on top.... 1...2....... a kickout. Pyro kicks out and goes absolutely insane. Telling the referee it was three. The referee looks confused. Tyrone looks confused. Pyro shakes the referee violently.
Cole: Shaking the referee is kind of... overdoing it? But why does he want to lose?
King: Mindgames. He's just trying to get into Crazy Boy's head that he doesn't want it.
Tyrone is not into these shenanigans, as Pyro turns he's nailed with a neckbreaker. Tyrone heads up top, Pyro is up already. As he turns to see Pyro coming at him. He takes the arm of Tyrone and yanks him off the top, then proceeds to punch and kick him. He wrenches his arm and climbs up top. Old School'd as he walks the top rope. Leaps off and goes to eye poke Tyrone. But he counters it with a stooge-like maneuver. He kicks Pyro and lifts him up for the brainbuster. He spins it and then plants his skull into the mat. He points to the corner.... As he asscends Pyro is no longer moving. Tyrone then soars off with a 620 splash and lands safely across the chest of Pyro! The referee slides down to the mat and rapidly counts the pin: 1...2....3!
Winner via Pinfall: Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith!
Cole: That was CRAZY!!!!
King: 6.2
Cole: .....
*We now abruptly open up in the backstage area and the camera approaches none other than new NM Title #1 Contender Primal himself, who is gradually skulking down the hallway. As he walks he stops. He is at an intersection of two hallways and we see he has stopped because Enmity is heading to the ring and Primal seems almost admiring them.*
: Hmm ... Such rage, such power, and yet in complete control.
*Enmity seems to have noticed him but choose to ignore him as they pass.*
: I must keep my eyes on them. A crafty man would topple those above him ... but a smart man would see the similar goals and use that. Perhaps we could be of mutual benefit to each other ... but some other day. I must be noticed first. And I know just the statement to make here tonight.
*Cut to commercial....*
*"Monster" by Skillet plays over the P.A. system, as walking out from behind the black curtain of the Gorilla position, is PM Acid... He holds his arms out above his head in the shape of an "X", his middle fingers towards the crowd, as he runs down the ramp. He slides into the ring, and climbs the turnbuckle, and takes a seat waiting for his opponent to arrive...*
Cole: And here's another young talent who recently signed a contract to the XHF, PM Acid!
King: It would appear this guy has all sorts of promising aspects in his future.
*The lights in the arena then dim to almost blackness and "I'm Your Villain" by Franz Ferdinand spills from the speaker system. A golden spotlight plays slowly across the entrance way until it comes to rest on the figure of Fulton Davies, he stands facing the entrance curtain while the first minute of his music plays.
"You toss in a word
and I'm your villain
I see the passion emerge
and I'm your villain
But serious
You're so serious
Like a waiter
Hating the rich
But taking their tips"
As the crowd start to lose patience he spins on his heel and casts a contemptuous gaze over the arena, his arms cast outwards as he makes a beckoning motion with his hands, almost encouraging venom and bile from the crowd.
"If I could laugh I'd love you
If I could smile at anything you said
We could be laughing lovers
I think you'd prefer to be miserable instead
If I could love I'd love you
If I could love like anybody else"
He smirks slightly and performs a mocking bow to the crowd, holding the pose for several seconds before straightening up and sauntering towards the ringside area. He keeps his focus fixed solely ahead, ignoring the reactions from the crowd at his sides be they positive, neutral or negative. Once he reaches the ring he tugs off the coat and slides under the bottom rope into the corner, for a second he simply lays prone before raising to his knees and then, languidly, up to his feet. After casting his gaze over the crowd once more he moves to the nearest corner to await the start of the match.*
Cole: I love this guy, King!
King: You love lots of guys, so I'm not shocked. Albeit, I'm very interested to see what comes next for Fulton Davies, in his already eccentric and profiled career here in the XHF.
Cole: Not all talent begin their stay at the XHF with such controversy, but it would seem that Davies is simply a controversial character.
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Singles Match
"The Headliner" PM Acid vs. "Junior Ace" Fulton Davies
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Singles Match
"The Headliner" PM Acid vs. "Junior Ace" Fulton Davies
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The bell rings, and the match is underway, as both competitors circle the ring. The two young stars lock up in a grapple, each trying to push the other towards a corner to gain some kind of advantage. After a few moments, Fulton Davies delivers a sharp kick to the gut, before bringing a vicious forearm down on the back of his opponent. He then grabs PM Acid, and jerks him into a head lock, before delivering two more stiff shots to the back of PM Acid. As it is still early in the match, this isn't quite enough to stiffle the will power of Acid, who runs forward, squashing Fulton into the turnbuckle, and forcing him to release the head lock. PM Acid is able to stand up straight again, and delivers a right hand, and then another, before Davies grabs him out of nowhere, and tosses him back behind him, switching positions with Acid now in the corner. Fulton begins hammering on Acid with left and right hands with lightning quick speed. The referee breaks it up, preventing this match from breaking out in a brawl so early in the match. Fulton raises his hands to signify that he's allowing his opponent to get out of the corner, but before he backs away he gets in one last cheap shot, rivetting his opponent.
Cole: Both of these confident young stars are looking to make an impression!
King: Yeah, but which one is going to do what it takes to walk away with a win?
PM Acid puts a hand on his jaw, clearly feeling the effects of that last shot. Davies backs away, actually being pushed towards the center of the ring by the official. Acid shakes his head, and gives a slight smirk before easing his way towards Davies. Davies slowly raises his arms for a grapple, but then unexpectedly sprints towards his opponent, looking for a clothsline. Acid, however, is now ready for the unexpected, and quickly takes Davies down with a hip toss. Davies is back up to his feet and runs at PM again, only to be taken down with another hip toss! Again, Davies is up on his feet, but before he can stand up straight, this time he is stricken with a running knee lift from Acid! Wasting no time, PM Acid lifts Fulton up to his feet, and delivers a snap suplex, before going for an early pin attempt. The referee gets down and counts, one, tw- NO, Davies kicks out before a full two count. Unphased, PM Acid delivers a few stiff kicks to his rival, before grabbing his legs. It would appear that he is attempting a boston crab, or some other submission of that variety, when Fulton Davies is able to use his leg strength to kick Acid away, and buying himself a few moments to get up.
Cole: This PM Acid is bringing quite an aggressive disposition to the match!
King: And it would appear that's just how Fulton Davies likes it.
PM Acid gets to his feet, and marches towards his opponent ready to club him with a forearm, but Davies quickly straightens out and delivers an eye rake. As Acid staggers back, Davies launches into an array of stiff kicks to both the legs and ribs, none of which knock Acid down, but all of which put him in a world of hurt. After one last shot at the ribs, Davies delivers a harsh European Uppercut, which finally does bring Acid down to the mat. Fulton takes a few steps backwards, and lifts himself up to the second turnbuckle, where he awaits his opponent to get up. When he finally does reach his feet, Davies leaps off the top rope with a flying shoulder block, taking Acid down to the mat once again. Acid rolls over onto his stomach in reaction to the blow, and Davies uses this to his advantage by trying to immediatly lock in an STF. After a few moments of intense struggling, he does get the move locked in, but unfortunately it's far too close to the ropes, and Acid gets his hand on the bottom rope immediatly. The referee forces Davies to release the hold, but reluctant to do so, Fulton makes sure to keep the hold locked in for a few seconds before finally letting go.
Cole: And now it's Davies who is putting up the aggressive front.
King: You can't pretend to be surprised Cole, neither of these guys are going to just lie down and take a loss.
As PM Acid begins to climb to his feet, Davies grabs him, and whips him into the ropes. He tries to execute a clothsline, but PM Acid ducks the maneuver, and when Davies turns around, he's slammed to the mat with a running forearm! Acid stumbles back a little, and leans backwards into a corner, both trying to catch his breath, as well as waiting for Fulton Davies to get to his feet. When Davies is close to getting up, on one knee, Acid sprints forward, and delivers a dropkick right to the face of his opponent.
Cole: That looks like it hurt!
King: Really? You don't think it felt good? Real strange, Cole. I'm shocked.
He lifts Fulton up to his feet, and begins twisting his arm into an arm bar, which is quickly reversed, as Davies jerks Acid forward into a sharp knee to the gut. He doesn't release him though, and instead delivers a quick enziguri! The fans gasp in shock at the brutality and stiffness of the move, as Acid crumbles to the mat. Davies gets up, and now begins to taunt the fans, asking them if they want to see more. The audience responds with an audible amount of boos, as Davies smirks and turns back to Acid. He signifys the end of the match, and lifts up Acid. Apparently aiming to end the match with Drive A, he lifts up Acid in the assumed position, but Acid is able to slide out and land on his feet behind Davies! He quicky spins Davies around, kicks him in the gut, and quickly sets him up! He hooks the arms, and NAILS the Steel Curtain in the center of the ring! The referee begins to count: One, Two, Three!
Winner via Pinfall: PM Acid!
Cole: And the match ends just like that King! What a great effort by both men.
King: Without a doubt. In the end, it was the self-proclaimed "Headliner" of the XHF who got the win, but not without strong resistance from Davies along the way.
Cole: And it's quite clear that the match could have gone either way at this juncture, props to both competitors.
King: Props? Seriously, Cole? YOU'RE giving PROPS? ...Grow up.
*The scene now cuts away from the in ring action once again and we open to find Nelly Angel standing side by side with Steve Awesome. The crowd pops.*
: “Hello folks, I’m Nelly Angel as always, and I’m here in the house of former XHF superstar; Steve Awesome. Steve is a man who certainly made an impact last week at Overheated. What started off as a regular visit turned into controversy. As we saw Steve interfere in the X*Crown Championship match between Kanyon and Reeshi. The fans are wondering, was showing up during that match your plan all along?”
*Steve shakes his head.*
: No…not at all. I was legitimately coming by to catch up with a few of the guys in the back. You know, just dropping by to say Hi. But then…of course….some douche bag has to say a few words and piss me off.
*Nelly nods his head as if to say he understands.*
: I assume your talking about Kanyon. You know, he had a few choice words for you this week.
*This time Steve nods his head, a small chuckle escapes his lips.*
: Yeah I heard. He’s still talking that crap, even after all the trouble it got him into last week at Overheated. He never learns from his mistakes. Perfect example as to why Kanyon is a douche. In case you ever wondered Nelly.
: I ponder it every night before I go to sleep.
*Steve pats Nelly on the shoulder.*
: We all do Nelly. We all do. But ponder no more XHF, because it’s official. Chris Kanyon is a slimy little douche bag. See Kanyon, you can make fun of my name, point out that you beat me at Night of Champions, you can tell me I’m worthless until you finally believe it yourself, go ahead. All you’re doing is making me want to beat the crap out of you even more.”
*This generates another pop from the crowd. Possibly getting Awesome/Kanyon Two just made them cream a bit.*
: Woah, woah….Are….are you challenging Kanyon to a match?
*Steve looks away, solely to add the dramatic effect.
: Oh Nelly…maybe I am…maybe I’m not. There are still a few contractual issues concerning that. But I definitely…..
*Steve turns and looks directly into the camera.*
: ….definitely….
*He turns back to the conversation.*
: ….would not be opposed to the idea.
: Yeah but Kanyon might. He says you don’t deserve anything here in the XHF.
*Steve shrugs.*
: I don’t. I don’t deserve much of anything at this point but you know what Nelly….I’m not asking for the world. I’m not standing here demanding a title shot or looking for a six figured salary or anything like that. All I’m asking for is a chance to shut Kanyon’s mouth. One opportunity to punch his jaw inward just out of principal. I was thinking, maybe Decimation. Me versus Kanyon one more time. I mean…if he is so much more “betta” than me…..it should be a cinch for him right? I just hope for once in his life he decides to not be a douche and accept. Although, XHF has been waiting for that day for years so I’m not about to hold my breath.
: Yeah…good call.
*They both nod and shake hands as the feed ends and we cut briefly to commercial before the next scheduled matchup between Seth Evans and the debuting Jason Andrews.*