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 Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 5:02 am
The camera would cut away from the action for awhile. Showing off products and sponsors that would be partnered with DHW. Once the commercials and advertisements ended, the ring which was once a blank canvas, became that of a mat that mainly consisted of black, but with a red pentagram center of the stage.
A chair would rest on each corner, and in the middle of the ring was a table that held two microphones. Near said table was the man who would be hosting the new talk show; Trent, who already had a microphone in his hand as he would be wearing a red suit with a black vest, and red tie. He also showed a confident grin that would make millions among millions of men, women, and children become sick to their stomachs.
In front of them was a man who didn't care who he trampled over, who didn't care who he talked to with any attitude, including his own boss. Trent was a man who liked to take the easier path and loved to gloat about his success, as everyone already knows, he is the biggest success story in DHW. Defeating Knight for not only one title, but two titles. Trent was a man who would slay giants and challenge knights who held honor close to their hearts, only to destroy that heart with a simple kick.
The over-confident World Champion would be without his title, knowing that he has a job to do based off Jarel's command. He would originally deny doing anything the big ol' boss asked of him, but if he came out, he could make his own decision on who he fights for his title. He could choose between a colossus known as Draze who had the speed and strength of an incoming freight train, or Trent could fight the former Honor Champion who knocked the taste-buds out of his mouth after kicking Ryan in the jaw. Those were the two decisions and he got to choose, however, he wasn't going to just say who he wanted to fight based on size and ability. He wanted some friction, some spark that would win his vote between the two.
Trent began to raise the microphone to his mouth as he would adjust his posture and stare at the many faces who rested inside the jam-packed audience tonight.
"You may all know me as YOUR World Champion. But tonight, I took the time to put my small ego to the side and let you all chant out to the heavens my actual name; Trent. Please commence with doing so now."
"PLEASE RE-TIRE"
CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP
"PLEASE RE-TIRE"
Trent would continue to smile, almost like he didn't hear the words that the crowd just spoke almost in perfect sync.
"Thank you for taking your time to make the chant just for your host tonight. Now, before I make my decision and call out the two individuals to hear my decision. I want to say that no matter who I fight, the result will be the same. I know, you dislike me, but you can't deny the truth."
The crowd seemed to deny the truth regardless.
"You know that I, Trent, am the greatest thing to come into DHW. I am the greatest thing to grace a ring. I am a man among men, a champion among champions, and an entity above other entities. No one can take me down, and if you think you can do so, take your best shot. Try to reach for my pedestal to knock me down, you will only end up landing poorly after I kick you down like the little insect you are. Whether it be Draze, Lana, Ken, even Drako. You can not touch me, and I will keep reminding you that."
The crowd would continue their original chant.
"PLEASE RE-TIRE"
CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP
"PLEASE RE-TIRE"
Trent wasn't so open to that chant anymore as he would end it abruptly with a shout.
"YOU CAN ONLY TALK WHEN YOUR CHAMPION ALLOWS YOU."
Well, that was somewhat awkward for the Champion who would begin to recollect himself, trying to remember not to let anyone get to his head.
"Now, since that all is off my chest, I would like to have Lana and Draze to come down here. I have some questions, maybe a few punches can be thrown, get some entertainment, and finally you will all know my decision. But first."
The World Champion would put at the stage, awaiting his guests to show up to the event. This was bound to be interesting as the Champ has bad blood with both of the two individuals who will be making their way.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 9:53 am
I gets crazy I I gets crazy I I gets crazy I I gets crazy
I gets crazy I I gets crazy I I gets crazy I I gets crazy
the opening of I get Crazy by Nicki Minaj hits the pa and the lights dim down. the crowd is unfamiliar with this music so they look to the entrance. the titantron shows several shots of Lana Leone from a photo shoot, showing her in various outfits and several poses, several of which show her looking quite deranged, including one in a straight jacket and a padded room
You know
it's like when I feel really crazy
I just get my broom and fly away
I go real real far away
young money
that's.. that's.. that's just what we do
You know, I mean we we wear straight jackets
and we we.. we.. we stay in you know padded rooms
and you know..and fly away
Lana Leone steps out onto the stage, in her usual wrestling trunks, top, and boots, all colored in orange and blue. It's a strange thing to see her smiling, and to hear the crowd cheering her instead of booing, but it happens when you knock a chauvinistic jerk on his a**. She heads down the ramp, hers arms behind her in a less than worried position, perhaps portraying an innocence that the fans knew she didn't have. Reaching the ring, she slides inside and stands, taking up a mic as her music dies out.
"Sorry, I know how you love to gloat on yourself, but before Draze comes out, let's just get a few things straight. You just said no one can take you down, that no one can touch you, am I right? So clearly you have a little selective memory. Because, as I recall, I not only touched you, but I took you down last week."
Lana pauses a the crowd cheers. She had delivered a beautiful spinebuster to the champion and the memory makes the crazy chick smile.
"But it's funny how you go on and on about yourself. Sure, you beat an icon to win your title. I beat an icon twice to get my honor title, and another icon to retain it. And the only reason I didn't beat Ultimo Insano last week, your former Chosen teammate, is because of your interference. I should be a bit more upset about this. But you see, after I left the ring, went backstage, tore up the lockerroom, I had an epiphany."
Lana's smile never faded.
"You see, I know what everyone else knows. You're just a scared little man clutching onto a title you don't deserve. You got lucky against Shadow, you cheated to beat Matt Draven, but now you have to confront that while you might be a man amongst men, it's a woman that will end your championship reign."
The crowd bursts into cheers and begin to chant Lana's name.
"Oh yeah, I see the writing on the wall. I pride myself on being a great Honor champion. I defended my title. I earned my spot. You were just fortunate enough to outshine the rest of the Chosen and resign on the dotted line first. Now that you've cost me what's mine, I'm coming for what's yours. I will be the first female DHW heavyweight champion, whether you choose me now or choose to face Draze. Whether you beat him or he beats you, your title will be around my waist. It'll be a victory for those with an unbalanced mind, an unconventional method, and who know a thing or two about hug me jackets."
Lana lowers the mic and tilts her head, the smile still there
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 2:09 pm
Trent would insert occasional yawns and sometimes tap his wrist in the area a watch would be present, if only he wore a watch, but nobody really wore watches anymore. Of course, the message was received and came off as even more disrespectful than originally intended.
After Lana finished saying what she had to say, Trent would now take his time to talk. This was his show and he wasn't going to get knocked down by a challenger who has dreams of grandeur that shall soon be shattered into pieces tinier than the chances of anyone taking the DHW Heavyweight Title away from him.
"Yadda, yadda, yadda. Lana, what a fake speech. First you talk about getting a lucky cheap shot on me. I mean, at least my superkick was justified, your spinebuster was just out of your own selfish spite towards someone as successful as myself."
Trent began to get closer to Lana, almost getting in her face. He wasn't going to back down, he wasn't going to back up, he was going to take the truth and shove it down Lana's throat.
"You go on about how I didn't earn my title, and how I cheated you out of a title. Honestly, at this point Lana, you are just as sour as I am. You can't swallow the fact that you can't roll with the punches. If you were a true champion."
A pause would occur as Trent would look deep into the eyes of Lana. This one going right at her core.
"If you were honestly, a true champion, you wouldn't be out here making excuses for a loss and making false promises you can't fulfill."
Ouch, that one was truly aimed to provoke Lana, as Trent could be seen smiling. It was about to boil down between the two of these egos and Draze hasn't even appeared yet. Trent began to back up after his insult.
"Lana, until you prove that you deserve this title and that you can do what you say, I would put down the microphone, stop spitting out absurd promises, and stop with the blank words which have no meaning whatsoever. Use that winning smile you have, the only thing you have as far as winning goes, and be the innocent little girl you are supposed to be."
It seems mixed signals could be seen in the attitude of Lana. She was still showing off that smile that never faded, as if she was stomaching everything and was hoping that it wouldn't affect her. Yet, at the same time, she seemed like she wanted to bring the microphone back up and keep fighting to protect her large ego. Which, by the way, Trent obviously doesn't have.
Trent would give a smile to his opponent, somewhat on guard in case a fight breaks out before the decision happens and Draze even appears. What's taking him so long anyways?
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 4:35 pm
"Alright! That's enough! Give it a rest and save it for later you two!"
Out in the crowd by an opening at the bleachers was Draze, microphone in hand.
"Okay, Trent I get it with you as of last week. You crave being the World Champion and will do anything to remain on top! I understand that, I've been there, I've done that! But I'm past that! While I would enjoy being the World Champion, I will NEVER stoop to dishonorable tactics to keep that beautiful 25 pounds of Gold and Leather around my waist! If I were to be defeated, that's fine, live to fight another day and get back to the top later. That is what a man does!"
The crowd cheers while listening intently to Draze's words.
"You see Trent, Lana, while you two make your claims of being the one on top, I shall make NONE such boasts! I see no reason to do so. I've always let my in ring ability do the talking for me. You wanna face me? That's great! You wanna face Lana? Go for it, whatever! I'm not doing the whole "I deserve to be champion" bit! Never have, Never will! So come on, Trent! what's your decision going to be?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 6:53 pm
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no."
Trent would say in a rapid fashion after Draze's appearance in the crowd. He didn't take the time to come inside the ring, he didn't take the time to give some entertainment to the fans or anyone, he was straight to the point which is exactly is not needed right now.
"You can't just do that. Draze, you get your a** in this ring right now. Don't tell me about being a man without getting in my face and calling me out. Don't talk about not doing everything in your power to keep what you hold dear, because if you don't, you might as well kiss your chances away."
Trent turned his back from Lana to Draze, beginning to approach the ropes and pointing a finger at Draze with authority. Knowing that he was the king of his world on this show.
"You, you son of a b***h. I want you down here in a matter of seconds if you want a decision made. I could always take my time to stall and talk about why I am the best, which I am sure, all of you would enjoy. So, once again, do what your host says, and get your a** in this ring."
Trent began to back up from the ropes. It seems he wants both men in the ring, he wants a fight to occur, he wants action, excitement, and everything else. He wants to create tension to avoid being completely burned, but it was in a sneaky fashion.
The crowd wanted Draze to go down, Trent wanted Draze to go down, but it all came up to whether or not he wants to. He could always come down, have some fun, and get this show over with he wishes. Or, he can always drag it on, so this was the ultimate decision. Lana stood by for now and she might be ready to hit another Spinebuster, which is why he kept his distance, although, Lana probably wanted Draze in the ring as well.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 7:02 pm
And sure enough, Draze was marching through the sea of humanity within seconds as he hopped over the barricade, only for security to block him off. They were all big and beefy but they all knew that they had zero chance of stopping these three if they chose to go at it. Draze just shook his head and turned around to climb back onto the barricade. Before turning back and jumping onto the first guards shoulders and bouncing off onto the apron of the ring to a roar of approval from the crowd as the Dragons Haze then hopped over the top rope, ready to make a statement to Trent's reputation!
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 8:57 pm
Draze made his way to the ring, receiving multiple taps on the shoulder and even passing a few guards. After he went through all of that and entered the ring, Trent would be shining a smile at the larger superstar.
Despite keeping his distance, he wasn't afraid to fight. Trent was wearing a suit currently, but he could easily throw the vest and cloak off easily and begin to kick some a**, like he does every time he steps inside a ring. Regardless, the tension was high and Trent was ready to speak once again.
"Before I state my decision, and I already know how you feel Draze, but if you want a match for."
"MY TITLE"
"You will have to tell me why you deserve it more than anyone else. Say it in my face, say it in Lana's face, or you can be quiet and show how much you want the gold strap."
Trent would place his hand in between the two individuals who seem to mostly be transfixed on the Champion. It was time for the decision to be made.
"You two, will have to cut a promo, tell me who is the best and why you deserve to even share this very ring with me. Tell me, tell the other individual, tell the world. I will decide once I feel like you entertained me long enough."
The World Champion would begin to back up to a seat that lied on one end of the star. He sat down, placing one leg over the other, wearing that cocky smile while awaiting the next series of actions to take their course.
What will Draze and Lana do. Will they pander to their own desire, or will they deny their own greed and not speak. The war of words has started and who will be the first to speak?
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 10:56 pm
Finally Lana's smile fades. She raises the mic again to speak
"Let me make this abundantly clear. I saw your exchange with Drako backstage.We don't have a prove a damn thing. One of us has a shot at the DHW heavyweight championship at Blaze of Glory. Your job is to decide who gets it. Now, you either name a contender or I drop you where you stand yet again. So which is it? Are you going to do as you were told or get made the crazy chick's b***h for the second week in a row?"
Lana lowers the mic, ready and waiting to knock Trent out of that chair
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 12:41 am
With a somewhat anxious face, Trent would place his hands up, with the microphone near his lips as he began to get back to his feet.
"Woah, woah, woah. There's no need to throw any punches yet. I can tell you couldn't care less about entertainment, just like Draze here, but I suppose if it's coming down to me getting thrown around and not you two. I might as well spill the beans."
Trent sighed deeply, bringing the hand that didn't contain a microphone behind his head to scratch his scalp. Once he did so, he would slowly begin to say the final few words of the night that he will share as he slightly backs up, arching his legs.
"The person who will be fighting me at the pay-per-view will be none other then--"
Trent would have used the set up to do what he has wanted since the spinebuster. He would get his revenge as he looked to bring a superkick right into the chin of Lana, yes, a woman who placed her hands on him.
If he were in successful in doing so, he had no interest in picking a fight with Draze, so instead of continuing to knock heads off, he would drop to the mat and look to exit the ring, stumbling backwards up the ramp.
A smile of joy would arrive on his face as he finally got retribution, and now that he did so, he can finally state his official decision. With a hearty laugh, he would begin to speak.
"You didn't see that coming, did you? I bet you didn't see my decision coming, as both of you will be competing next week to decide who faces me at the pay-per-view."
Trent tossed the microphone to the side after he said his decision in a fast way that was barely coherent. He began to head up the stage as he felt the feeling of sheer joy after shutting up a pain in his side.
This was just a taste that is to come in the fate of one of these two. Can they hang with the champion, or will they be left holding their jaw, trying to figure out what had just transpired?
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 12:46 am
been a while since Lana has been sucker punched...er, kicked, but Trent is pretty good at that, isn't he? The clock of his foot against her jaw rings throughout the arena and in a flurry of hair she falls to the mat. The crowd boos heavily as the champion then retreats and announces a match for next week instead of just naming a contender. Lana lays on the mat, her hand going to her jaw
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