Arena lights dim a little...
"Whoooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-BOOM! HERE COMES THAAA BOOM!"
Strong flicker of all the arena lights before a large spotlight appears on Johnny Legend as he steps out from behind the curtain. "Boom" by P.O.D continues to play as Legend stretches his arms out to the side, opening up his trimmed body and smirking arrogantly at anyone who cares to take notice. Legend pushes his blonde locks back behnd his shoulders, striding down he ramp, toward the ring. Legend takes about 10 seconds too get up the steel steps, concentrating on those in the crowd... Legend climbs into the ring and punches his chest, screaming "YEAH BABY!...BIG J-L.. RIGHT HERE!!"..... Trunks: "Should he be the High-Risk Champion, Joseph?"
Joey Kewl: "He's been blabbering on about it all week, Trunks."
Trunks: "Well maybe he has a case then, hm?..... HM?!?"
Legend's music fades out and all we can hear are lingering boo's from this Texan crowd, Legend recieves a microphone from Binkle, and stands in the centre of the ring... Deciding not too wait for the crowds full attention.
Legend: "Last week on RAGE, a huge injustice was done... Johnny Legend did NOT become the W2K High-Risk Champion. No... My... stable-mate Kinsley kept it."
Huge pop. The crowd like that, hm?
Legend: "I know, you're all just trying too make Sef feel supported. Yes, yes... He's Texan, I GET IT. But damnit.. Johnny Legend is the RISING star. He's the man who will one day be spear heading this company. Taking it straight too it's limits. That Championship... albeit no top title, would have helped me on the way too ultimate achievement... and damnit, I got screwed. THE BIG J-L GOT FREAKIN' SCREWED!"
The Crowd boo's... we hear a few single shouts of 'Shut up Johnny' from the crowd. Legend looks toward the Jumbotron.
Legend: "Now i've seen the footage... again, and again, and again. And I couldn't be more convinced... Im determined too prove to YOU, and Jeremy McMillion... and hell, even Kinsley, that Johnny Legend WON this match... Watch the 'tron."
The Jumbotron flickers a little... As the footage begins too roll from the point just after both men have crashed too the matting at ringside...
Both are lain strewn over each other, as Johnny rolls and a foot comes down onto the matting... The ref, Andrew, on the outside counts on his hand one foot- Sef goes to sit up but cant, but the heel of his foot hits the mat- and the pointer of the Ref's other hand comes up- As the crowd stands to see, and JL's and Sef's second foot hits the floor...
Legend:
"Bam!... There it is, the BIG J-L's second foot hitting the ground just MILI-SECONDS before Kinsleys did. And whether it's just a mili-second or not, rules are rules... and Johnny Legend won this mach fair and square." The Jumbotron has now gone black. Legends hands go to his hips and he looks round the arena at the crowd who seem very sceptical...
Crowd: "... SHUT-THE-FUCK-UP!..................... SHUT-THE-FUCK-UP!...................... SHUT-THE-FUCK-UP!"
Legend shrugs...
Legend: "You're all in dis belief... You've just the proof and well.. you simply can't handle it. Now... Right now, a poll is being put on W2K's Official website... Simply asking whether you believe Johnny Legend should been handed that High-Risk Championship. Vote yes, too the BIG J-L being your new High-Risk Champion... and we will soon see W2K become truly *great* again, with myself at the helm... We MUST persuade McMillion too turnover the result."
Legend shrugs innocently...
Legend: "It's nothing personal, Sef... I dont believe our upcoming Tag Team match is a good idea but im a man who rises too the challenge, and this is just another one of those challenges. You're not in a good place Sef... Mentally. You need too pass the Gold on to someone who can take it places... You need too-"
Suddenly "Edgecrusher" by Fear Factory blazes over the PA System.. and the Crowd goes absolutely nuts.
Trunks: "AHHHHHHH!!"
Joey Kewl: "CROSS IS HERE!!"
Cross stomps out from the back, glaring at Legend. In one hand is a sheet of paper, in the other, a microphone.
Cross: "NONE OF THAT MATTERS, JOHNNY!"
Cross' voice signals the abrupt end of the entrance music... but its replaced by massive Crowd support.
Crowd: "...... FUCK-THE-WORLD!.......... FUCK-THE-WORLD!......... FUCK-THE-WORLD!"
Legend: "I knew it, Cross... I just KNEW you'd try and ruin this for me. All i'm trying too do is have a civilised conversation with this group of inbred dirt-bags..."
Ouch.
Crowd: ".... FUCK-HIM-UP! FUCK-HIM-UP! FUCK-HIM-UP! FUCK-HIM-UP!"
Cross smirks...
Cross: "Johnny, you said last week that I wasn't Championship material... Just before you ran away like a bitch..."
Legend shakes his head...
Cross: "At My Bloody Valentine you and the rest of the Texan Connection ran off like a group of bitches..."
Cross sounds really intense as he continues...
Cross: "And at New Years Resolutions... You cost me the W2K Championship... like a little bitch."
Legend: "Stop your freakin' whin-"
Cross: "WELL THERE WILL BE... NO.. MORE..... RUNNING.."
The Crowd pops huge, they know whats happening.
Cross: "Because in one week's time... I will be entering, and WINNING the Anarchy Rumble.. and claiming my W2K Title shot at Palooza.. But that won't be my first piece of action at the Anarchy Pay-per-view......... Because this Contract..."
Cross holds up the sheet of paper...
Cross: "..Says that at Anarchy, the 'BIG J-L' is gonna be facing the music. Cause it'll be You.... versus ME... in a San Antonio Street Fight."
Cross smirks sadistically, and Legend looks horrified as the crowd goes nuts...
Cross: "Where rules just don't fuckin' exist..."
Cross suddenly charges down the rampway, sliding in as Legend backs out the ring, almost falling too the outside through rushing so much. Johnny backs off a little as Cross taunts him, with "Edgecrusher" by Fear Factory now playing again. The Crowd are loving it, and Cross plays up too them... as we go too a short commercial break.
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