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Post by William James on Dec 7, 2009 1:41:57 GMT -6
The sound of guitar is heard thru the arena, as "I Stand Alone' begins to play on the sound system. William James walks out onto the stage, with the CWE Tag Team title still over his shoulder.
He walks down the ramp, and climbs into the ring. He pulls out a mic from his hoodie pocket, and looks down at the title belt. He looks back up, and grins, lifting the mic to speak... "Well now... wasn't that just something?
Now, I can come out here, and go on and on... about how 'The Revolution' retained the titles... just like we said we would...
or about how myself and Daniels took turns... taking it to Andrews and his new found flunky...
or about how all the trash talking that Payne went on and on about, last week... turned out to be exactly that... TALK...
I could do that... but, I won't..."
WJ grins again, and continues... "Because, as great as the win felt... one thing doesn't sit right with me.
And that one 'thing'... was that I didn't pin that sorry son of a bitch myself!"
WJ nods his head, and continues again... "So, Payne... I know you are in the back listening... this ain't over, son... not by a long shot!
What got started at Ground Zero... continues.... TONIGHT! No Daniels... No Andrews...
Just you and me, pal... I'm calling your ass out!"
WJ nods his head, and looks to the stage, and continues... "Now, before you come out here... and go on and on, like you always do... talking about how great you were...
Just keep fresh in your mind... what happened at Ground Zero... that was just the beginning, son.
I'm sending you a first class ticket to the 'Point of No Return'... courtesy of the 'Legend Killer' William James!"
WJ continues to look to the stage, waiting for the entrance of Brandon Payne...
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Post by genesis on Dec 7, 2009 8:33:27 GMT -6
As this all goes down. Payne walks out onto the stage entrance. Microphone in hand, With a cocky smirk on his face. Like it was him that won the match at Ground Zero. You'd expect Payne to walk out and be angry. But no ! Payne had nothing to be angry about. As he would speak about just shortly:
William... William... William ! You just don't get it do you ? You think one tiny little victory is really going to say that you are 'better then me' ? Get real, kid. Cause at the end of the day. That match was nothing but a fluke. Much less a setup between you, Daniels, and my 'partner' Shane Andrews.
Hell, if I do say so myself. It was pretty much a 3-on-1 situation. Besides the fact, it wasn't like I expected Andrews to actually do much of anything in the match. He is a businessman of course. So at the end of the day. He does what he does best and screws over his talent. So to you, William. I'll tip my hat and say that you found a way to 1-up me at Ground Zero.
You stacked the deck against me so that you and your partner could hold onto those belts. And it worked to perfection. Enough about those belts however. That's not the reason I wanted to fight you in that match. I wanted your fucking head on a silver platter. By hook or crook. I will make sure that I have it, one way or the other.
Here's a little pro tip my friend. My backup is here tonight.
So William ? If you really wanna have a go at it this time. Just you an I. One-on-One. No interference from either party. Then your on kiddo. Because I will take great pleasure in kicking your ass all over this arena, Society style !
Oh, and speaking of 'The Society'. May I introduce to you the newest member of The Society. He will be playing the role of 'Bodyguard' for me. To make sure that NOTHING... like what happened at Ground Zero. Happens again.
Payne lowers the mic. Awaiting 'The Bodyguard's' appearance.
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Damien Ortiz
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Anyone Who Gets In My Way ? Gets Dealt With ! ;)
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Post by Damien Ortiz on Dec 8, 2009 12:53:08 GMT -6
Out from the shadows walked a large, tall silhouette figure. Standing nearly 6'10". Weighing in at a masculine 305 lbs of raw, raging power. With hardly an ounce of fat on his body. The big man steps out from the shadows & is revealed to be: DAMIEN ORTIZ !!!Dressed in baggy blue jeans, light grey t-shirt with a tribal design on the front, and lugz brown boots. He towered over Brandon Payne, as he stood behind him. With a confident smirk on his face. He was waiting for William, or anyone for that matter to come out and try to get in Payne's face. [/b][/center]
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Post by genesis on Dec 8, 2009 19:45:40 GMT -6
My OH My !
How have the tables have turned, Billy Boy.
I believe the man standing right behind me needs no introduction. But since you come off as someone who isn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. Lemme introduce you to Damien Ortiz. aka "The Natural Born Killa !"
My Bodyguard, and a member of 'The Society'.
Pretty cool huh ? I think so anyway. But believe me, William. There is much more in store for you, and CWE. The 'invasion' has just only begun. For I have another 'ace up my sleeve' tonight.
Cause you see, under bosses orders. We've decided to debut yet another member to our Society later on this evening.
Whom could it be ? You must wonder.
It could be someone already on the CWE Roster ?
Could it be someone who has yet to debut with CWE ?
Better yet, William. It could even be your own partner, Kevin Daniels for all we know. Much less 'your boss', Shane Andrews.
So many possibilities... so many variables... and sooooo much precious time to wreck havoc on this crap hole !
By the time our Society is done with Cyber Wrestling Entertainment ? It will be like hell on earth as you know it. Because if your world isn't already 'bad' as it is. I mean, with the economy, the war in Afghanistan, people losing there jobs. Hate crimes being committed all over the world. Hell, even your own fucking president can't even save your world, William. So, you could kiss that glimmer of 'hope' goodbye, now can you ?
You could even say that your world is running on fumes as we speak. Which is quite ironic, given the looks of this company. Because when I, and the Society take over and make this company our very own ? The chances of you, Daniels, Andrews, and many others keeping a job in this place ? Is even slimmer then finding a needle in a haystack !
Payne lowers the mic.
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Post by William James on Dec 11, 2009 4:06:44 GMT -6
WJ shakes his head... "Some new Bodyguard, huh... ha!
Just shows how weak you really are, Payne. Somehow, honestly, I thought you'd be a bigger man than this... I guess, I thought wrong.
Here I stand before you, ALONE I might add... calling you out, and what do I get in return?
You, calling out Killa, Killa, the Fat Chick Thilla... and empty threats on more people coming out!
Whatever, son... bring out whoever you want... Count Chocula, Elmo... hell, Bozo the Clown... the fact of the matter is this... nothing stands in the way of me kicking your ass here shortly!
It's just gonna be me and you in this ring, tonight... and if any of your precious 'Society' wants to show up... don't think for a second that I don't have a back up plan for them.
I'll see your ass, tonight, Payne!"
Getting out of harms way, before this escalates into something bigger than he himself could handle, WJ jumps out of the ring, and over a ringside rail, exiting the arena thru the crowd.
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Post by genesis on Dec 12, 2009 8:28:09 GMT -6
We'll just see about that. Tonight James. I do to you what I couldn't do at Ground Zero and I finish you once & for all !
Come on, Damien. We've got work to do.
With that, BP & Damien leave the scene. Walking back to there dressing room to begin plotting there next move.
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