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Better Than You by Metallica hit the arena speakers and as a result a predictable bout of boos rung from the crowd. The crowd's ire was not relieved as Wilhelm Seitz stepped out on to the stage, illuminated by his trademark golden spotlight and wearing a surprisingly arrogant grin, even for the self-professed "Superior One". Needless to say, his appearence was followed by a confident strut down the ramp as he made his usual gestures towards the crowd, as ever, trying to get how great he thought he was into the audience's head, with a response best described as negative. Regardless, the smile upon the German's face would continue to irritate the crowd, and with no reluctance whatsoever the Bavarian Brawler climbed the steps into the ring, walking to the centre, before revealing a microphone and addressing the capacity crowd in Chicago, Illonois and, more pressingly, his opponent at Wrestlemania.

"Hello Chicago!"

The intensity of booing form the rafters intensified.

"Good to see the demographic of XCW haven't lost their lack of respect for true wrestling royalty. Regardless, the reason I even turned up for this match tonight is because I intend to prove my undeniable talent to you, not to mention crush the spirit of that coward, Rosario. However, it's a tag match, right? That's what you're all thinking, huh? Has Wilhelm Seitz, the Superior One, failed to find someone worthy of being part of a tag team with him? Don't be ridiculous! I have an eye for greatness: and if that means negotiating until the late hours of the night to sign this man to an XCW contract, then so be it. That's right, my tag partner tonight is someone who will be making an XCW debut. You see, I have a brother who owns a wrestling promotion in Europe - one where I am multi-time champion and one where I have personally assisted in the training of want to be Superior Ones. Therefore, as if it hadn't taken a look around the locker room to realise, the superior choice was to hire someone from outside the company."

A deafening whistling filled a momentary pause, as Seitz looked around at an aggrivated crowd's reaction to his defamation of his peers, not to mention the snooty nature of the German's European connections. With a big grin still plastered on his face, Seitz prepared to introduce his partner.

"So, with no further introduction, the tag team partner of Wilhelm Seitz, the Superior One... from Birmingham, England, weighing 250 pounds, an ex-MMA fighter, and a man I can safely call one of the biggest badasses I have ever met, Jamie Cope!"

A tanned caucasian stepped out onto the stage, lifting his arms into the air, to not a track of music, but the booing of a capacity crowd still angry at his tag partner's previous oration. Regardless, the well-toned athlete, continued his march towards the ring, seemingly oblivious to the defamatory actions of the crowd. Soon, he had slid into the ring and shared a handshake and conversation with his tag patner, and apparent manager and trainer, whilst the pair waited for their opponents.

((Jamie Cope's Profile (scroll down to the bottom) Sorry it took a while, internet mucked up, but it's fixed now.))

the arena gets quiet as the fans eagerly await the arrival of Rosario's partner.

Styles: Who is Rosario's partner? The suspsense is killing me

Foley: For all the hype and the waiting, it better be good

Stricken hits the PA as red lights flash and Zarel Damone heads out onto the stage, gaining an eruption of cheers.

Styles: Oh my God, it's Zarel Damone! How in the world did he come to team with Rosario?

Foley: What a coupe for Rosario. Wilhelm has an untested though massive partner, but Rosario has a monstrous former XCW Undisputed champion and the only grand slam winner in XCW history. This match just turned into a war

Zarel looks over at Rosario and nods towards the ring, then heads down the ramp himself. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope and rises to his feet as the music dies out. He removes his coat and shades, handing them to an official as he watches his opponents

Styles: You know, three of these four men are heading into a big match for Wrestlemania. Zarel Damone is going into a stretcher match with Ken Armand while relative newcomers WIlhelm Seitz and Rosario will square off in an Xtreme rules match.

Foley: The wild card in this situation is Jamie Cope. He's untested, a newcomer which the chairman has just confirmed he did indeed sign just last night. No one knows what he can do, but as a former MMA fighter, it should be interesting to see how he stacks up against Zarel

After getting over the initial surprise, and, whether the Bavarian Brawler would admit or not, worries over the unveiling of Zarel Damone, Seitz stared down his rival as he motioned for him to begin the match with him, and soon burst into laughter. "No, I'll show you who's superior, when I damn well want to!" The German hit the apron, motioning his ex-MMA partner towards his Wrestlemania opponent, who would look for a lock-up as soon as the bell rang.

Rosario watch the new guy step in.
"come in dude"
He looked at him, kind of cautious because the guy was a foot taller and bigger. But he accepted the lock up and going quickly for a couple kicks to his gut.

Rosario was getting cocky way too early and paid for it by crashing into the ground. He did not think of that happening, but it surprised him.

Rosario was still quite recovering fro the push and shock when the stomps hit.

Rosario knew the match didnt start out as planned but it wasnt over. As he was coming back from the irish whip he planned to try and drop kick him before he could do anything.