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 Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 1:43 pm
Nothing was heard or seen on the ramp, no flashy lights, no spotlight, nothing as Andrew came out, skull design mask covering his face, holes to see through the mask and space enough to be able to talk through over the mouth, clenching his own Stylian signature microphone, this being a new thing in his hands and being shown to the world for the first time in public, it having his insignia in golden letters and bloody designs around the microphone and the golden letters.
He came out with his Entrance Gear, silver coat with a red bandanna in his arm, pants with an inverted huge red cross with his name across the cross, skeleton biker gloves and red with black stripes sneakers.
It seemed that he was out here to speak to the fans, they all started jeering and booing profusely of hatred, Andrew not minding a bit as he walked towards the ring, no more motions seen, only his elegant walk was the motion seen before he walked up to the steel steps, placing his right leg in the ring through the middle rope before the body just followed.
He had his head hung low, of course, deception was crossing his mind, sadness, pride hurt, body hurt too, of course and the mask was there to keep a damage control because after that brass knuckle blow of Blackjack's which broke his cheek bone.
The True Crimson placed the Stylian microphone to the orifices on the mask, near his mouth, not minding the boos or the jeers at all, the lights pacing a little around the ring, crimson red and white light.
"I know what all of you think. Yes, I lost because of my big mouth and because I was ruthless.'' Andrew said in his signature low tone but the microphone being good enough to amplify his words and make them audible to the people. ''I know all of you don't like me, neither should you. But if you ever knew what is going through my mind, you might even have a bit of pity for this villain that you portrayed in your minds.''
Andrew paced around the ring, thinking on what to say next before he stopped on the center of the ring again, looking up to the air before he looked towards the entrance ramp. ''Blackjack, you were right. I'm not the cleverest nut in the mad house, those words kept on my mind all the time as they signaled my demise.'' Andrew put the microphone on the left hand before he took out his silver mask with the right hand, revealing his bandaged face as he put the microphone to his mouth once again. "Look at the face of a beaten Villain, laugh all you want.''
As he said that, he made a slow spin opening his arms to his sides, wanting to see what the crowd has to say. The crowd actually did not even laugh or had the slightest emotion now as then Andrew put the microphone to his mouth once again.
''Oh, nothing to say?'' A cough paused Andrew's talk before he then nodded a bit. ''This is a new one for me, you should laugh at the face of this beaten villain. Heck, I give you the chance to do so.''
Andrew looked to the crowd as he noticed someone familiar, a guy with a bandaged nose, that was the same guy that Andrew headbutted in the nose on the Sanguine Finale as he walked out of the ring, jumping down to the floor after his feet were placed on the apron, his walk focused towards the male who was in the front row with a bandaged nose.
''So, you're here yet again, huh? And I heard you just jeering and booing as loud as you could like a mad man, so why you're ********' silent now?!''
Andrew said through his Stylian microphone as then he motioned one of the crew staff to hand the fan a microphone because there was not going to be any unworthy people saliva hitting his dear microphone.
''Look...I hate you, that's a fact, Mr. Styles. You broke my nose and got wild but I think Karma bit your a** and when Blackjack put you in that body bag and pinned you to 3, I just laughed a lot, so that was enough vengeance for me.''
The fan said through the mic as Andrew stepped back and turned his back to the fan in question, thinking a bit on what to say as with his back turned to the fan, something came through his lips and onto the microphone which was in the left hand, the right hand was occupied by the silver mask of Andrew's.
''You laughed at that, huh? Then do check the images again now that you're not covering your face like a cowardly cat.''
He pointed to the titantron which passed images of Andrew and Blackjack going at it, the Spiral Tap of Andrew's on top of a chair that was placed in Blackjack's chest, the barricade breaking dive of Andrew's on top of Blackjack as then the titantron showed Andrew being dominated, Blackjack doing the Lou Thesz Press and making brass knuckled punches on Andrew's face but then the hardest punch had the audio on, to hear the cheek bone crack. Then Andrew being put inside of the body bag with a lot of violence by Blackjack then the pin and the referee raising the victor Blackjack's hand in the air as the titantron stopped playing the video.
''Now, what do you think of that? Do you think that was funny, having my face mashed in like that or being put in a body bag? Wait, don't even answer, ''
The crew man took the microphone from the fan as Andrew walked to the ring once again and leaned on one of the turnbuckles after being within the squared ring.
''Hell, I feel deeply hurt, physically and emotionally, that match really broke my spirit to no way of return. But I think what I can call myself is a None of a Kind because I lost that match, acknowledging that I'm No One and since I do share your kind, I rather be None of A Kind.
If someone out there has something to say to me, just get your balls in the bag and get out here, I'm too hurt to have a brawl right now, so this will be extremely civilized.''
Andrew said in his nonchalant tone as he looked to the entrance ramp, not knowing who or what to expect from there...
(Interruptions For Anyone...Open for All.)
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 3:22 am
The PA system crackled to life, and an eerie voice sang about spilling blood. Blackjack walked out onto the stage holding a microphone in a bloody grip. He was dressed to the nines, and wore his bowler hat low to hide his eyes. He leaned slightly to the side resting on his stone tipped cane. He waited for his music to play through only his malevolent gleeful grin noticeable on his face. When the music faded into silence and the rumble of the crowd faded he lifted the mic and spoke. "None of a kind, is that really what you're going for? Nothing, nada, worthless, you got your a** kicked in one match, by someone clearly superior, though at no fault of your own; and you devolve into a self pity party. Boy you are a walking cliche for a pathetic virgin. It's like you completely forgot that you battled half the locker room to earn a spot in the tournament, you fought your way to the finals, and only then did you get your a** kicked. But so did Brody, and so did Ryuu. So you're really not as unique as you're pretending to be."
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 5:39 am
Andrew smirked as he noticed Blackjack, his smirk being partially noticeable through the bandages covering his face currently as he put the microphone to his mouth's level once more, shrugging a bit before speaking up to answer Blackjack.''Heh, actually no. You got my talk all wrong, I did not put myself into self-pity or a depressive state like you may think. Yes, I walked a long way to get to the Finals but it is not worth it if you don't win and we both know that even though I'm not the cleverest nut in the mad house, I'm completely aware of that fact. And...to answer your statements on Brody and Ryuu, did you stuff them into a body bag and pin them to three after messing up their faces with your Brass Knuckles? Oh wait, no, you did not. So in a circumstance, I'm your unique victim. Actually I got a nice souvenir from you, a lesson in awakening.''Andrew paused a bit as he placed his mask on top of his face once again, putting it correctly placed as to not let it fall or drop, his eyes really intense behind the mask while glaring to Blackjack as he spoke once more.''You know, Blackjack, I actually got to think on your words deeply as you struck me into a goodnight sleep. I got to think that I totally forgot about my brains and fought with only heart, bravado and brawn. Actually, that's all I've ever been for the past months, nothing more and nothing else. I actually thank you for waking me up to the real world, not a candy covered world at all either.'' A laugh paused Andrew on his speech before he started talking again. ''As you said, I'm not the cleverest nut in the mad house and you proved that to me which I thank you for also, you did a bad facial on me but all's in for Evil and Mad sport. You do say that you are clearly superior to me, yeah? Mhm, well, you beat me on one of the greatest chances I could have but hey, don't get cockiness and superiority wrong, because if you are too cocky, you'll end up swallowing your teeth in along with your words and the only thing that escapes from you will be regret.''The crowd was getting heated up at the words' exchange between Blackjack and Andrew because they were aware that one of them might snap at any time out of the blue.
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 10:36 pm
Blackjack laughed, jovially. He laughed so heartily that he had to place a hand on the hat to keep it from falling off. His laugh seemed hollow though, like the amusement causing it wasn't actually enough to make him laugh so hard. Then he abruptly stopped. Blackjack strolled forward, making his way down the ramp to stand at ring side. He jumped cold from the floor to the apron, and calmly stepped through the ropes. He stopped there, stood to his full towering height of 6'5" and leveled his gaze onto Andrew's. Blackjack's mismatched eyes were disconcerting to stare at for any length of time. The different colors made it hard to focus on them both. Blackjack however never had any trouble starring anyone down, his gaze was piercing, like he could look directly into Andrew's soul.
"I didn't have to beat their faces in, I didn't have to immobilize them. Oh I could have, hell I probably would have, if they weren't so busy fawning over each other. You presented to only real threat to me, not that it was much of one, through no fault of your own. After all, you don't blame a hyena for being weaker than a lion do you?
You say I gave you an awakening, but the man I see before me is still dreaming, you don't know who you are, and can't even make your mind up about who you want to be. I see a man who won a title and then let that lead him into complacency, the most mundane of dreams. You used to be a champion and your complacency cost you that title. You fought to get into the tournament to get your title back, and because you lost you've given up that goal.
Now you're out here hoping to pick a fight with me, as if that will redeem your humiliating defeat. I'm not here to indulge your fantasies, the next time I put you in a bodybag, you won't be getting out of it. I'm here to ask you a question. A very simple question." Blackjack casually leaned forward onto his cane and grinned brightly.
"How badly do you want to wear the Crimson City Championship again?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 11:39 pm
The True Crimson glanced to Blackjack, stepping right forward and towards Blackjack, no sign of fear in his eyes as Blackjack just piqued his interest majorly, heck of a subject to pick, anyways as he thought a bit on what to say, microphone on his right hand, up to the mouth's level, gaze, just looking to Blackjack's eyes like an intense lion through the mask.''You see, that's where you completely misunderstood me, Blackjack. I did not lose my title for complacency, I lost my title because I always fed those people that you see around the arena, on their fantasies, cravings and such.
But you got one thing right, for a change, I do not know who I am anymore, I just let others say that to me as I am route less and faceless. And you think that I would be out here to pick a fight with you?
Man, you got a lot of paranoia but I understand, being the King of the Mad House has it's pros and cons, I know that but please do not try to say how I am thinking because I do not know myself to that extent..'' Andrew was dodging the last question, to keep it for the last answer as he lowered his head a bit before glancing right back up at Blackjack's eyes.
''You want to know how badly I want my Crimson City Championship back to it's owner?''
He started laughing a bit, looking to the side for a bit before he turned back into a serious persona, smirk crossing his face but the eyes just said everything, intense, bold, fired up.''I would take down each and every one who got in my way to get it back, I would absolutely kill for it even if it meant that I had to grow a mind-set again, calculating, cold, on the watch and alert. So, you got my answer and now I ask you something. What is your intention on asking me that?''
After asking that, Andrew stepped back from the stare-down, being alert to Blackjack's answer and since the other had a cane on the side which could be used as a weapon, one can be totally alert because as stated before, Blackjack is the king of the Mad House.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 12:32 am
Blackjack rolled his mismatched eyes as Andrew spouted on about him being mistaken, and then admitted that Blackjack was still right. His thin patients was stretching to its limits already. Blackjack had little tolerance for arguing with his intellectual inferiors. He reigned in his annoyance however, refusing to let it show even on his face. His plans were far grander than even his own pride. His patience paid off, Andrew revealed his price, the hook was already swallowed; Blackjack had just to set it.
"My intentions are irrelevant, they will remain my own. I am pleased to hear the zeal you have. You'll need it.
Now I'm going to offer you a choice. Stay here, contemplate the meaning of life and reevaluate where you went wrong." Blackjack then turned and stepped under the ropes, then he turned back to look at Andrew.
"Or you can be smart, and follow me, and I will personally ensure that you get your title back; because you aren't one of a kind, you aren't even none of a kind. You're the True Crimson." That was all he'd add, Blackjack finished speaking and hoped off the apron, casually strolling back up the ramp, not bothering to check if Andrew followed him or not.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 2:49 am
Andrew Styles glanced towards Blackjack as the latter left, the choice being quite tempting, ally yourself with a Tactical Warrior or just stay in the hollow pits of sorrow.
Andrew would have to put his soaring pride on the shelf as he thought for a bit, arms crossed over his chest, Stylian microphone resting on the right hand as the fans were silent by that offer, wondering if Styles was going to do it or not.
Tic tac, tic tac, the clock was ticking and the offer starting to expire as Andrew did not bother to talk, rolling under the bottom rope and walking slowly towards Blackjack, his own plans were pretty well designed in his head but for now, he was going to follow Blackjack's offer and accept it as he walked behind Blackjack and as soon as he placed his leftt hand on top of the other's right shoulder, he promptly said through the Stylian microphone.''Do you need me in your mad house or you simply want to bait me into one of your tactical traps, Blackjack? Either way, I don't care that much on asking even though I might be signing a pact with the Devil, so tic tac, I accept your offer.''
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 11:36 am
Blackjack stopped and turned to look down into Andrew's eyes as the man caught his shoulder. He sneered at Andrew and spoke softly, "My mad house?" Blackjack's flat gaze broke into a psychotic grin. "My boy, we're all mad here..." He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and offered it to Andrew. " Take this, and follow these instructions." Then Blackjack would head out, not waiting for Andrew to follow him.
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