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 Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 3:54 pm
The lights dimmed for a moment and the crowd was left in near darkness, as the tron came to life, showing a short video. The video started off by the name Christopher Cross being scrawled across the screen, before lighting up and being legible, illuminated in a golden light. The crowd, after being able to read the name, began up with their booing and hissing. Regardless, and since noone was out there to protest their reaction, the video continued. In the first clip, they see Cross in his first match in EEW, making Jacob Figgins tap out in an embarrassingly short match. The next clip showed that this was clearly a highlight video, made to make some kind of point, and not a complete history as we jump forward to Cross v.s. Travis Nightsky. And what a match it was. There were momentum shifts abound, and up until the end, there was a question of who would win. But a double-knee face buster put Travis away and ended that match with Cross getting the win. Fast forward again to the first time he and Atrocity would meet, this clip being a clean loss to the man. Odd for Cross to put together a Video Package that included a clean loss, if he was really trying to get some point across. The next moment shown was him first beating Bounty Hunter with the Crippler Crossface, which got another audible booing from the crowd, due to who popularized the move. Then in the very same night, it showed him going on to win the Battle Royal for the title opportunity in the brave and not at all devious manner of sneaking out of the ring, then coming up from being KJ to eliminate him for the win. They were in the home stretch as they showed Cross beating a referee after winning a match by forfeit, showing that he was well on his way to becoming heel, even if he did seem to show some kind of remorse afterward. This, brings us to Cross v.s. Atrocity II, first blood. Halfway through the match Chris had procured a burlap mask that prevented the ref from seeing when he busted open by Atrocity, which allowed him to break his opponents skin with a barbed-wire bat and win the match. Quick clips timed to heartbeats symbolizing the pumping of the very blood that was now pouring down both their faces as Atroctiy looks to put Cross through a stack of flaming tables, only for him to slip out and hit his new version of redemption on the man and put him through his very own tables. The final clip was him removing the mask and smirking out at the crowd, showing his deceit for the first time, and cementing his path towards the "darkside". The tron locked on this picture, as something was about to happen.
Finally "Pride" by Soil played throughout the PA system, only to bleed and warp into "Remedy" by Seether. Yet another Deceit by Cross as he walked out from the back, microphone in hand, slowly making his way down to the ring, smirking out at the peons and pissants, not coming into contact with any of them on his way down. Even though he had a match next, he was still semi-dressed up. Blue Jeans, dress boots, a white button up shirt underneath a black sports coat, his hair tied back. When he finally reached the ring, he walked up the steps and stopped for a moment, looking back towards the crowd, before walking along the apron and climbing into the ring. No flashy jump, no pandering to the crowd. This was a new Cross. He made his way to center ring, looking to the left, then to the ring, before his music began to die down and he brought his microphone up to his lips.
"This, simpletons, is what is called growing up. We can't go around playing like we're heroes forever, and that is exactly what I realized a few months ago. It finally dawned on me, that you people aren't worth my time to come out and put my body on the line, and why should I? Do anyone of your moronic amoeba, you foolish single-celled organisms, have an answer for me? Some of you might be thinking about my previous sentence, and realize that you aren't in fact single-celled organisms. To those three of you that understood that, bravo. To the rest of you We can tell that you do in fact have a single cell, and unfortunately for you it's the only brain cell you have left. But enough insulting the meek masses, it's time to get on to business."
He had this crowd eating out of the palm of his hands, responding exactly how he wanted them to, booing and hissing. They were really not on his side anymore, so he was doing his job. He rubbed his chin before he brought his microphone up to speak again. Was his thinking, or just trying to prolong the agony of hearing his speak for these people?
"As you may or may not have seen in that video, I won a match a bit back that guarantees me a shot at the EEW Heavyweight Championship. And after talking to a certain someone, trying to figure out the rules of this shot, who shall remain nameless for the time being, because none of you need to know this privileged information, I've decided that it's time for me to announce just when I'm going to be cashing in my title shot. From what I understand, he wants me to challenge the champion ahead of time, you know, to help the booking team and such, so they don't stick me in two matches in a half-baked attempt to screw me out of my destiny... So, Unless someone gets out here in the next minute or so, and I'll wait, I'm going to tell all of you, just when I'm going to become the champion."
Cross brought his wrist up to his face and looked at it, watching his watch, waiting patiently for this minute to be up, or someone to come out. ((No planned interferences, but with the subject matter, I would expect someone would interfere. If not, then I just look like a big old crazy who stopped his promo for nothing! xp ))
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 7:57 am
Suddenly "Falls Apart" by Thousand Foot Krutch roared through out the arena.
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 8:47 am
It falls apart from the very start
It falls apart
Falls apart everything around me falls apart
It falls apart from the very start
It falls apart
Seems like everything I touch falls a part
Everything around me falls apart
When I walk away from You
KJ push opens the curtains as his music echo throughout the arena and stop on ramp looking down at the ‘new’ Cross.
Newfoundland walked down the ramp by himself for the first time in awhile. KJ was given a microphone by a ring aid before sliding into the ring. “What crawled up you and died Cross?” ask Newfoundland, “Since when did you begin talking like a hypocrite? Just because you won a CHANCE at a title in the near future doesn’t mean you have already won the championship. So how about this, you get off your high horse and come back to reality like everyone else here on DROWN.”
Newfoundland pulled at the sports coat
“You call this growing up? A new set of clothes and new attitude; No, this means you caped out, you took the cowards way; the easy way out. Because you couldn’t bare the pain by not achieving what you heart desires. You have fallen into despair and now corrupted by the greed that has burn a hole in your soul.”
Crowd erupted into cheers
“Only reason why you even getting this shot at the EEW Heavyweight Championship because I was too busy with Duane, eliminating him from the match. I thought I won my first title shot at a big time championship here in EEW, but I was soon to find out that I have to wait for my time to step into the limelight and help EEW come back from the corruption that has gone unchecked for too long. You know in that empty space that was your heart, you cannot defeat me in a normal match. You had to use the Edge Factor by waiting outside before it was down to three people, then you come back into the ring and attack the person who just thought he won the right to face the champion.”
Newfoundland slowly ran his left hand over his waist looking for something, but found nothing and sighed out loud.
“Your destiny is not winning this championship, but finding yourself again because everyone knows this is not Cross.” says KJ lifting his left hand up with the palm up “This is T; the ugly step-brother of Cross, who trying act like a big boy.”
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 7:49 pm
Cross looked at Newfoundland for a moment, then out to the crowd, going to raise the mic, but dropping it when they get louder with their boos. He tries one more time, and manages to ignore the fans attempts to chant for him to shut the f-word up. His gaze drifted back to KJ as he began to speak.
"First off, you grotesque little imbecile, I frankly couldn't care less how you freaks work on your little B Show you call Drown. It's bad enough I had to come here for a match, but now I have to interact with another of you inbred pond spawn. But you are right. I did compete for a chance for the title. However, as soon as it became official that I was going to get the shot, when I dumped your sorry a** out of the ring, it evolved to something greater than a chance. It became a ticking time bomb, slowly counting down to the day when I'd cash it in and become what everyone knows I deserve to be... Champion!"
Apparently, the crowd did not agree, and they began chanting some very dirty things. Oh, the names they were calling him, to repeat them all in the same sentence would be a guarenteed ticket to hell.
"Shut your filthy mouths! KJ, you might say that you were busy with Duane and I didn't do anything but sneak in and eliminate you, but we both know that's not true. I spent that match beating Nuke Fusion senseless, and proving to the world that his five world titles meant nothing when he came up against the future. And I'm going to prove the exact same thing when I take the title from Kelly King... That is if he can hold onto the title long enough to get beat by me. But, you'll be happy to know I've had a change of heart..."
Love him or hate him, the crowd was still on the edge of their seats, hanging on every word that slithered out of Cross' mouth. He paused and readjusted his sports jacket before resuming his vainglorious dialogue.
"You see, I was planning on coming out and announce on this stage that I was cashing in my shot at the upcoming pay-per-view. But as it turns out, I have a better idea. That title will always be there waiting for me, being warmed by whatever undeserving misfit wants to run with the torch momentarily. But you, I think someone needs to shut you up. So unless you're stricken with fright at the mere thought of facing someone who is clearly you're superior in this ring, I'm free that night, and I believe I just threw down the gauntlet. And before all these bloodthirsty hillbillies that make up the Drown audience start drooling all over themselves picture all the blood you can draw and the torture you can inflict upon me, I want to make this very clear. I'm challenging you to a match that will be won on the merits of wrestling ability, not the ability to swing a steel chair. I am challenging you to a match where there are disqualifications, there are countouts, and the only way to beat me is... Well, there's no way you're going to pull that off, so suffice it to say that I will win by pinfall after Redeeming you of your sinful ways, or maybe if I'm feeling up to humiliating you, I'll lock you in Judgment, and through the pain you might find your salvation. Now, you either accept my challenge or you walk out of this ring with your tail between your legs like the dog you are."
Now that Chris finally had a chance to stop and listen, the cocky smirk that everyone now knew and were quickly beginning to loathe crept across his lips.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 3:34 pm
As Cross kept talking about how much better he is then everyone on Drown and the fans, KJ slowly was getting even angrier then he was when he came out from the back. Cross mention some names that he never heard of until this very moment that draw a head scratching moment for him.
“Why do you think Burn is better show then Drown, Cross? Because all of the egos are up there filling the time slots that better competition could be using to expose themselves to fans of EEW. You feel dirty coming to Drown for a match? You know you have a choice to be here or not, Cross? You could have saved us from listing to your gloating and whining by simply not showing up tonight. When I went to Burn for my match for the right to face the FTW champion, I felt like I was walking into very cramp place because all of the egos. You can say that Drown is the B-show but, the b stands for badass and for Burn the A stands for awful.
I could come out here and trade insults with you all day, but I am better man then to convert back down to first grade name calling. You do not deserve to be a champion or even have the right to be calling us foul names that you have heard your whole life from those around you.”
Crowd erupted into cheers for KJN for defending his home fans
“You can tell them to shut up as much as you want, but they won’t listen to a child wearing his daddy’s clothing. You talk about this Mr. Fusion, but I never heard of him or even seen him in back. Before your head get anymore bigger from the fact that you been infected with Nasal Disease on Burn. I believed I did hear something about him begin a champion here in EEW, but that was long time ago in the world of Pro Wrestling.”
KJ slowly ran his hand back through his hair
“There you go again saying that you going to beat the EEW World Heavyweight champion, but that would be problem if you’re on the self with a injury or hiding your face from losing to someone that barely could be consider an impact player for last six months here in EEW.”
KJ sighs
“No weapons, no blood, and no fun.” says KJN “I will evolve from the brutally that I have grown to love here in EEW and fallow your rules to show that I am in fact the person who should be facing Mr. King or who ever is the champion during the time I would cash in the right to face him. Judgment is coming alright, but it going be coming from Rhambutan. I will make you forget the fact that you’re corrupted and needs to be purified with the light of the maker.”
With that KJN took of his shirt and thrown it out of the ring
“Are you we going do this or are you going keep talking”
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 6:59 pm
Cross smiled through the entirety of KJ's torrent of useless pandering. Leave it to this chump to try to suck up to the fans. Of course he was going to keep talking.
"I have two words for you. Speech therapy. You see, some of us know how to actually speak English, and that makes up better than you. I might boast, and I might have no problems airing my complaints to all these simpletons, but at least when they hear me talk, it's with the voice and vocabulary of an educated gentleman, who doesn't butcher the language or speak with grammar that would make an English teacher commit suicide. You may talk about how these fans are your people, and you might think you're clever when you spout foolish insults that a third-grader could top..."
He paused for all the drown fans with the third-grade education to cry out in protest, which only cause his smile to grow, if that was somehow possible.
"But when I speak... I speak with conviction. When I fight.... I fight with passion. And when I beat your a**, there will be no doubt in anyone's mind that you simply don't have what it takes to hang with me in my match. As I've already stated, my very dim friend, I have no doubt that in a hardcore match, a barbarian like you would no doubt destroy me. But unfortunately for you, neanderthal... I'm bringing what you fear, because it's what you lack. It's something your tiny little mind can't even comprehend. Fire. You think ripping off your shirt scares the educated man, but we both know that I'm not going to fight you here tonight. Tonight, I have to face another of your socially and mentally retarded brethren, Marxx. And after I'm done with him, there will be nothing that will stand between me beating you and showing all these hicks your shortcomings in this sport. "
Apparently the hicks didn't like that comment as one of them threw a soda in the ring at Cross, which just narrowly missed his head, crashing into the ropes and splashing across that side of the ring.
"And when I'm through with you, and I go on to take that title from the unworthy holder, I won't be done. You aren't the only moronic animal who cares more about being a spot-monkey, more about making another human being bleed, than proving that they deserve their spot at the top in this great sport by actually competing with grappling holds, and suplexes. No, not when there's a stick to be swung, or a table to be broken. I was lowered that low when I had to make another man bleed for the entertainment of these so called fans. In what other sport do the fans call for blood? I can think of no others outside of the dark ages and the time of barbaric gladiatorial competition. But for now, I am done talking to you, as your lower intellect bores me. Good day to you, primate."
With that, he beat a hasty retreat out of the ring, by rolling down and out of the ring before KJ could touch him. Whether this be cowardice or sagacity, the fans didn't care. They booed and heckled him all the way around the ring, save for the few who actually marked out for people like him. He never took his eye off of the man that he was on a collision course with, for to do so would be folly.
"And don't you worry, KJ... After this match you will truly know what it means to be Redeemed."
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 8:46 pm
"You must have forgotten something about me, Cross." says Newfoundland with his forearms laying on the top rope, "I am not american born and thus english isn't my primary language. But, I believe people say this in all languages.
As Cross is busy looking down toward KJ, Amanda made her way out of the back carrying a replacement for Perdão; a metal hockey stick. Amanda would try to wack the stick across the back of Cross head to prove that running away isn't always the right way to leave KJ.
"Karma is a b***h." finished KJ
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 9:08 pm
Chris heard the fans begin to cheer, which caused him to turn just in time to see Amanda and escape into the very crowd he had just insulted. That was not a good idea. He was stuck between some crazy woman with a metal stick and thousands of angry hillbillies who wanted to tear him apart. Oddly enough, the crowd frightened him less. He began pushing them to the side, making his way through, looking for security. He wasn't allowing anyone to stop him until he almost ran into a small child in a wheelchair. He was holding up a poster of Chris, which had been signed some time earlier, well before this current state of affairs. With a tear in the corner of his tiny little eye, he ripped the poster in half, which actually seemed to have a visible effect on the evildoer. However, whatever effect it had was pushed to the back of his mind as the crowd began to close in and were just about to do very mean things to Cross when security finally pulled him out and began escorting him out of the arena so he could change for his match. This was met with a rousing group cheer of "Na Na Na Na. Na Na Na Na. Hey Hey Hey. Goodbye."
((Couldn't have Cross get punked out like that so soon, especially with metal upside the head. Don't want to get injured or anything, because that's the only way I can see to sell that. But at least in my narrative, it lets people reading know that he doesn't just brush her off as a non threat. Women are dangerous.))
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 9:35 pm
( rofl )
"Falls Apart" by Thousand Foot Krutch begins to play as KJ rolled out of the ring with KJN chants raining down on him. KJ walked up to Amanda and says "We're that close to knocking little sense into him."
Amanda and KJ walked to the back
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