The arena was in a buzz, having witnessed great matches earlier in the evening. However, Metropolis began to play over the PA system, heralding in the man known as The Pillar of Justice. He walked out from backstage, wearing the mask he always wore over his eyes, but otherwise dressed...rather normally. T-shirt, jeans, boots. It was an odd look for the man who fancied himself a medieval man. Dion walked down the ramp, microphone in hand, looking out into the crowd. He had a look of displeasure, of disappointment...of failure.
Troy: And here comes Dion Necurat to the ring; he has a match later tonight against the reigning BBW Champion, Xavier X. Guy, he certainly does not seem happy tonight.
Guy: That’s true, Troy. Dion had his heart set on winning the Invitational only to have the win stolen from him by Awesome Face. Lets take a look.
A video began to play, showing the ending to the match that weighed heavily on Dion’s mind. A head full of steam and riding on momentum, Dion’s glory was cut short by a roll-up victory from Awesome Face.
Troy: Man, if I were in his shoes, I would want to knock Awesome Face out for that one!
Guy: I agree; not the best way to get the match done, but its over now and Awesome Face has earned the right to compete for the BBW title. Dion wanted to come out to make a statement, and it looks like that’s what he’s going to do.
Dion rolled into the ring, standing up to hear the crowd cheer and chant at the veteran competitor. He looked back at the big screen as the music died down, watching as he fell victim to the pinfall. Dion shook his head, and looked out into the crowd again, raising the microphone to his lips.
“Normally...I’d be out here saying how wonderful it is to be in the great city of Vancouver, and-” he stopped as the crowd went bananas for the mention of the city. “And how much I love doing what I do in this ring. For all of you.” The crowd rallied again, sending cheers of support for the man. “I’d be out here, dressed in medieval armor, talking tactics, throwing out medieval insults at my opponents, talking about ‘losing the battle but winning the war.’” Dion paused, collecting his thoughts.
“Last night, I went to war. And I lost.”
The crowd was less than thrilled, booing not at Dion, but at the loss. “I know, I know. Awesome Face won with a very sneaky move, and I know you guys want me to be upset. You want me to exact vengeance on him. To deliver justice upon him.” The crowd cheered again. “If that’s what you think I am out here to do...you don’t know me very well.” The crowd died down at this, confused; Dion was permitting himself to be humble?
“Yes, Awesome Face used a tactic I would never use to sneak a win away from me,” he continued. “Yes, it was underhanded. Yes, I consider it a cheap maneuver.” Dion pointed at the screen. “However...he did what I would have done. Find an opportune moment to take advantage. War is about using unconventional tactics to take your opponent down. And Awesome Face did just that. He won, and he won well. I hold no ill-will toward him.” The crowd boo’d at his statement, so he quickly responded, “Hey, you can boo him if you’d like, I don’t mind,” to which the crowd laughed and cheered. For the first time tonight, he cracked a smile.
“See, this is what I love about you guys. Even when I’m having a bad day, I can still get a chuckle from you guys,” he said, the fans cheering for him again. He stood in the middle of the ring, looking over toward the commentary table, absorbing the atmosphere. “I haven’t had much luck since joining BBW. Last Winter Warfare, I was unable to put The House away. At Hardcore Harvest, I lost in my first title match to J.W. Calibur. And last night...well, you already know.” He bowed his head slightly, looking down at the mat. “Ever since coming here, I have always put my all into each and every match I go into. I do this not for my own benefit...but to send you guys home happy,” he said, fans cheering in support once again. “But lately...doubts have flooded my mind. And one question has floated around.”
“Dion...is it time for you to hang it up?”
The crowd let out a loud NO, chanting Dion’s name. He looked up, calm and stoic as ever, watching the crowd rabidly support him. He held the mic to his face again. “Well, I-”
Troy: And here comes Dion Necurat to the ring; he has a match later tonight against the reigning BBW Champion, Xavier X. Guy, he certainly does not seem happy tonight.
Guy: That’s true, Troy. Dion had his heart set on winning the Invitational only to have the win stolen from him by Awesome Face. Lets take a look.
A video began to play, showing the ending to the match that weighed heavily on Dion’s mind. A head full of steam and riding on momentum, Dion’s glory was cut short by a roll-up victory from Awesome Face.
Troy: Man, if I were in his shoes, I would want to knock Awesome Face out for that one!
Guy: I agree; not the best way to get the match done, but its over now and Awesome Face has earned the right to compete for the BBW title. Dion wanted to come out to make a statement, and it looks like that’s what he’s going to do.
Dion rolled into the ring, standing up to hear the crowd cheer and chant at the veteran competitor. He looked back at the big screen as the music died down, watching as he fell victim to the pinfall. Dion shook his head, and looked out into the crowd again, raising the microphone to his lips.
“Normally...I’d be out here saying how wonderful it is to be in the great city of Vancouver, and-” he stopped as the crowd went bananas for the mention of the city. “And how much I love doing what I do in this ring. For all of you.” The crowd rallied again, sending cheers of support for the man. “I’d be out here, dressed in medieval armor, talking tactics, throwing out medieval insults at my opponents, talking about ‘losing the battle but winning the war.’” Dion paused, collecting his thoughts.
“Last night, I went to war. And I lost.”
The crowd was less than thrilled, booing not at Dion, but at the loss. “I know, I know. Awesome Face won with a very sneaky move, and I know you guys want me to be upset. You want me to exact vengeance on him. To deliver justice upon him.” The crowd cheered again. “If that’s what you think I am out here to do...you don’t know me very well.” The crowd died down at this, confused; Dion was permitting himself to be humble?
“Yes, Awesome Face used a tactic I would never use to sneak a win away from me,” he continued. “Yes, it was underhanded. Yes, I consider it a cheap maneuver.” Dion pointed at the screen. “However...he did what I would have done. Find an opportune moment to take advantage. War is about using unconventional tactics to take your opponent down. And Awesome Face did just that. He won, and he won well. I hold no ill-will toward him.” The crowd boo’d at his statement, so he quickly responded, “Hey, you can boo him if you’d like, I don’t mind,” to which the crowd laughed and cheered. For the first time tonight, he cracked a smile.
“See, this is what I love about you guys. Even when I’m having a bad day, I can still get a chuckle from you guys,” he said, the fans cheering for him again. He stood in the middle of the ring, looking over toward the commentary table, absorbing the atmosphere. “I haven’t had much luck since joining BBW. Last Winter Warfare, I was unable to put The House away. At Hardcore Harvest, I lost in my first title match to J.W. Calibur. And last night...well, you already know.” He bowed his head slightly, looking down at the mat. “Ever since coming here, I have always put my all into each and every match I go into. I do this not for my own benefit...but to send you guys home happy,” he said, fans cheering in support once again. “But lately...doubts have flooded my mind. And one question has floated around.”
“Dion...is it time for you to hang it up?”
The crowd let out a loud NO, chanting Dion’s name. He looked up, calm and stoic as ever, watching the crowd rabidly support him. He held the mic to his face again. “Well, I-”
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