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A growingly familiar golden spotlight hit the stage as Better Than You by Metallica began it playing in the stadium. Before long, Wilhelm Seitz stepped into a crowd's chorus of boos, his usual arrogant smile replaced which a much more sour look. The audience hadn't forgot that the big German had declared himself the winner of last show's rumble before he had even won a match in XCW, and were all too happy when he got dropkicked off the edge of the rooftop. Regardless, Seitz paid no heed to the audience's heat, replacing his usual crowd taunting and theatrics with a brooding march towards the ring. Soon he had stomped his way up the steel steps and lifted a microphone to his mouth in the center of the ring, after allowing his signature theme to die down.

"I know why you are booing. Something happened the other night that no-one expected."

A pause followed this, as an emotional Bavarian Brawler burst into a tirade.
"The oppourtunity
to win a title shot and become the most impactful newcomer in XCW was stolen from me. I have no doubts that you have heard many excuses voiced from people in this ring, but I will not be so petty... I AM superior. I was destined for the main event at Wrestlemania... but instead, what? I landed in a pile of trash. I'm superior! Look at me! What gives anyone the right? It frustrates me so much! You all agree, I heard you booing... at the very prospect that I will not be on the highest stage wrestling provides. But do not fear! I have a new project. You see, being the Superior One I am, I have looked in to why the unspeakable happened at Brimstone... at why... I was eliminated from the Rooftop Rumble."

The tall German moves the microphone away from his mouth, shaking his head, still showing the shock his loss has impacted upon him. The crowd were intruiiged into what the brawler had to say, but as ever, a feeling of distrustfulness hung over Seitz' words.

"It's embarassingly simple, really. It isn't about Brody, who delivered the eliminating dropkick. Nor is it about that Undertaker character who ran in and decided to cause trouble. No... it started before that. It was all to do with a man who I personally eliminated with my right foot. His name is... Blade Rosario."

The naming of Seitz' target, the well-known Rosario, drew a decent amount of heat from the crowd, who weren't entirely sure how this met the German's no excuses policy he had laid out earlier.

"Why is it Rosario who made it happen? He distracted me, fought me at the edge, in vain hope that someone would save him from my onslaught. He was effectively looking for a cheap shot. Now I ask you, are those the actions of someone who deserves to main event Wrestlemania, or even compete for the honor? Or are they the actions of a spineless coward?"
The boos rained down as Seitz made his baseless defamations.
"Not that I'd expect you to understand. I'm THE Superior One because I understand!"

The big German burst into an deep and unquestionably evil bout of laughter, the crowd booing and hissing, with a chant of "Rosario" beginning around the arena...

((Your turn Neo-Blade!))

The tall German was flustered by Rosario's sudden arrival, not to mention his strong words aimed right at the supposed 'Superior One'. As soon as a question was directed towards the big man, a red-faced Seitz began shouting angrily down the microphone.

"How did you elimainate me? How did you eliminate ME? Don't be so coy! The only person in that match up I couldn't get away from! Every time I tried to move to someone worth a dime, you dragged me back into a fight that didn't matter. I thought I had finally got rid of you when my foot sent you off that rooftop. But before long it became clear you weren't in it to win! You just wanted my unquestionably superior scalp. You lured me into elimination, damn it!"

The Bavarian Brawler paused, as a cascade of boos erupted from around the stadium, causing Seitz to look round at the crowd shaking his head in disbelief at the crowd. How could they not see that he was in fact the victim here. Regardless, it gave the German an oppourtunity to subdue his rage. Calmly, Seitz returned the microphone to his mouth, and began to speak, with an almost taunting tone.

"Well. You say luck was on my side. I KNOW you are a coward. We are at an impasse. So, if you want to prove to everyone that you are not a scared little rodent, your tail between your legs... step into this ring, so I can give everyone attendence what they really want to see: a lesson in fighting from the undisputable, unbeatable and, most importantly, unforgettable, SUPEEEEERIOR ONE!"

The German threw is microphone to the ring with a familiar thump, before urging his rival to step into the ring through the motioning of hands towards his own muscular frame.

(like how you guys started this off. i feel a little owner intervention could help here)

Jarel's music hits the PA and the fans finally begin to cheer as the owner of the company steps out onto the stage, a mic in hand. the music cuts out quickly as the owner has a smile on his face.

"Oh no, gentlemen. You two won't go at it here and now. You've got matches lined up tonight. But, here's what I'll do for you. We are going to Wrestlemania, and I'm going to give you both a chance to shine on our biggest stage. At Wrestlemania, in my hometown of St. Louis, Missouri, we will see Rosario vs Wilhelm Seitz go one on one in an xtreme rules match. But before that, we'll come to Warzone in Chicago, Illinois. And in that arena, you two will meet in tag team action. Your task tonight, you'd better find partners. Because whichever one of you doesn't find a partner, will go it alone. Good day, gentlemen."

Jarel's music hits as the owner exits the stage, leaving the two men to digest his latest bit of news

Whilst his boss and now future opponent spoke towards the ring, the arrogant German had recovered his microphone, and now, as pumped up as ever, put it to his mouth, giving one last threat to Rosario.

"You may be happy about this situation, but I want you to know, it's relief, because now you get to prepare for the thrashing that I will give you in the near future. It's because you get a tag partner to hide behind at Warzone. And, ultimately, it's because I'm superior! What does that make you? Inferior. I look forward to reminding you of that undisputable fact over the next few weeks!"

The German's words subsided to a deep Bavarian laugh. Wilhelm had a sick smile across his face: he couldn't wait for the oppourtunity to disect his opponent, not once, but twice.