"Ladies and Gentelemen...
Tramps and Harlots...
Please, get on you feet and rejoice...
For you are about to see something truly legendary...
You are about to become a part of history...
Please, look to the sky and rejoice, for you are about to be SAVED!
This... is the return... Of-"
The arena lights black-out, sending the entire arena into shadow...
”Saint Jimmy” by Green Day blares across the arena...
St. Joey's coming down across the alleyway...
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade...
Lights on the silhouette...
He's insubordinate...
Coming at you on the count of One, Two...
One, Two, Three, Four!
A single pyro erupts from the base of the titantron, sending a shower of sparks into the air in front of the titantron. The sparks are suddenly broken as Saint Joey leaps through the centre, protected from the sparks by a mask, hovering in the air! Smoke pours from his back, out of two pipes. He appears to be wearing some sort of jet pack. A spotlight shines down on him as he raises his sceptre above his head, rising up, before gently floating down. As the smoke stops, his long coat sways in the remaining breeze. The pack detaches from his back, and falls to the ground with a loud thud.
With the spotlight still on him, Joey slowly lowers his raised arm, in which he holds the sceptre. He lowers it and hits the ground with the bottom of the golden staff, which halts the flow of fireworks behind him.
He touches the top of the sceptre, pulling the golden statuette out of it. Underneath is a handle, and a small amount of wire. It seems as though the sceptre contains a portable microphone!
His music faded, and the crowd could be heard with a 'welcome back!' chant. Joey raised the microphone to his mouth...
"Ladies... an gentlemen... tramps... and harlots... after what seems like an eternity, I have returned to you! It is I! Saint Joey!"
The crowd erupt into cheers and screams.
"Now... I have something I wish to talk about today. Something very specific. In fact, this is something I feel very strongly about, so I hope all of you in the back are listening to this!
You see, a little bird told me that there was a lot going down at this PPV Obsession... and they were right! I mean, look, we have the Scramble Match for the DCW Championship..."
The crowd roar with excitement.
"... Of course, my bet is on MATT SHANAHAN!"
... the crowd boo.
"And we also have the ELIMINATOR Battle Royal... thingy! And what promises to be a legendary match-up between MY MAN - Ryuu Sakamoto, and Kelly King 2.0!!"
The crowd cheer again, extremely loudly!
"And let's not forget the few lucky people who will get the chance to challenge for the i-Light championship!"
The crowd cheer again! Joey's on a roll!
"HOWEVER... that's not good enough! There is something missing-something PAINFULLY obvious to me, to you... and to the piece of crap champion that has wiggled his way out of a title defense! John Cardok... you know that I'm speaking to you! You make me sick! What happened to the old battle engine that used to be my partner, eh? What happened to him? Now all I see is somebody who is too concerned with climbing the ladder then respecting the LEGACY of the title he is holding!
John, I have to admit, when you won the title after DCW re-opened... I was happy. I was GENUINELY happy! I know better then anybody what you can bring to the table. Hell, you practically ended my life in our EEW Extreme Rules match! You remember? I certainly do. When you won that title, I thought you would be taking every chance, and bringing the glory back to a division that died the moment that roid-freak Jed took the championship!"
The crowd bood. Jed was clean now, and they respected that.
"And yet... here I am... DCW Obsession... and can I see an Inter-City Championship match? No. No, John, I don't. I see the Inter-City standard bearer in a match that he doesn't belong in. Don't get me wrong, I understand that you want to be on top of the mountain. I respect that. But what I don't respect, is you taking the division that I made FAMOUS... and letting it die. John, I know you could have pulled double duty if you wanted to. You could easily defend the title and still be in top condition to fight for the 'big belt'! But you haven't."
The crowd aren't quite sure what to think. Many of them support Cardok, but many of them support Joey.
"So this is where I turn to somebody else! This is where I turn away from Cardok, and turn to the people that really matter in this equation! Marxx... and all the other members of the Board of Directors... I want you to do me a favour. I ask that you do not let this disgrace get out of hand! I give you two choices, gentlemen...
NUMBER ONE! Cardok may abandon the division... but if he does, he MUST abandon the title! Strip him of the belt! Give it to somebody deserving!
Or...
NUMBER TWO!
... Give me a title shot. Right here, right now... TONIGHT!"
The crowd scream, and a distinct 'NUMBER TWO!' chant can be heard. Take that how you will...
"So what's it gonna be, DCW? Are you gonna live and let live, or live and let die?"
Tramps and Harlots...
Please, get on you feet and rejoice...
For you are about to see something truly legendary...
You are about to become a part of history...
Please, look to the sky and rejoice, for you are about to be SAVED!
This... is the return... Of-"
The arena lights black-out, sending the entire arena into shadow...
”Saint Jimmy” by Green Day blares across the arena...
St. Joey's coming down across the alleyway...
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade...
Lights on the silhouette...
He's insubordinate...
Coming at you on the count of One, Two...
One, Two, Three, Four!
A single pyro erupts from the base of the titantron, sending a shower of sparks into the air in front of the titantron. The sparks are suddenly broken as Saint Joey leaps through the centre, protected from the sparks by a mask, hovering in the air! Smoke pours from his back, out of two pipes. He appears to be wearing some sort of jet pack. A spotlight shines down on him as he raises his sceptre above his head, rising up, before gently floating down. As the smoke stops, his long coat sways in the remaining breeze. The pack detaches from his back, and falls to the ground with a loud thud.
With the spotlight still on him, Joey slowly lowers his raised arm, in which he holds the sceptre. He lowers it and hits the ground with the bottom of the golden staff, which halts the flow of fireworks behind him.
He touches the top of the sceptre, pulling the golden statuette out of it. Underneath is a handle, and a small amount of wire. It seems as though the sceptre contains a portable microphone!
His music faded, and the crowd could be heard with a 'welcome back!' chant. Joey raised the microphone to his mouth...
"Ladies... an gentlemen... tramps... and harlots... after what seems like an eternity, I have returned to you! It is I! Saint Joey!"
The crowd erupt into cheers and screams.
"Now... I have something I wish to talk about today. Something very specific. In fact, this is something I feel very strongly about, so I hope all of you in the back are listening to this!
You see, a little bird told me that there was a lot going down at this PPV Obsession... and they were right! I mean, look, we have the Scramble Match for the DCW Championship..."
The crowd roar with excitement.
"... Of course, my bet is on MATT SHANAHAN!"
... the crowd boo.
"And we also have the ELIMINATOR Battle Royal... thingy! And what promises to be a legendary match-up between MY MAN - Ryuu Sakamoto, and Kelly King 2.0!!"
The crowd cheer again, extremely loudly!
"And let's not forget the few lucky people who will get the chance to challenge for the i-Light championship!"
The crowd cheer again! Joey's on a roll!
"HOWEVER... that's not good enough! There is something missing-something PAINFULLY obvious to me, to you... and to the piece of crap champion that has wiggled his way out of a title defense! John Cardok... you know that I'm speaking to you! You make me sick! What happened to the old battle engine that used to be my partner, eh? What happened to him? Now all I see is somebody who is too concerned with climbing the ladder then respecting the LEGACY of the title he is holding!
John, I have to admit, when you won the title after DCW re-opened... I was happy. I was GENUINELY happy! I know better then anybody what you can bring to the table. Hell, you practically ended my life in our EEW Extreme Rules match! You remember? I certainly do. When you won that title, I thought you would be taking every chance, and bringing the glory back to a division that died the moment that roid-freak Jed took the championship!"
The crowd bood. Jed was clean now, and they respected that.
"And yet... here I am... DCW Obsession... and can I see an Inter-City Championship match? No. No, John, I don't. I see the Inter-City standard bearer in a match that he doesn't belong in. Don't get me wrong, I understand that you want to be on top of the mountain. I respect that. But what I don't respect, is you taking the division that I made FAMOUS... and letting it die. John, I know you could have pulled double duty if you wanted to. You could easily defend the title and still be in top condition to fight for the 'big belt'! But you haven't."
The crowd aren't quite sure what to think. Many of them support Cardok, but many of them support Joey.
"So this is where I turn to somebody else! This is where I turn away from Cardok, and turn to the people that really matter in this equation! Marxx... and all the other members of the Board of Directors... I want you to do me a favour. I ask that you do not let this disgrace get out of hand! I give you two choices, gentlemen...
NUMBER ONE! Cardok may abandon the division... but if he does, he MUST abandon the title! Strip him of the belt! Give it to somebody deserving!
Or...
NUMBER TWO!
... Give me a title shot. Right here, right now... TONIGHT!"
The crowd scream, and a distinct 'NUMBER TWO!' chant can be heard. Take that how you will...
"So what's it gonna be, DCW? Are you gonna live and let live, or live and let die?"
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