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the tron lights up to show chris, who was in back, somewhere in the arena building. he is alone, standing and staring up the height of the metal cage structure that would encase him and Christian cage for their match tonight at “whatever it takes�? he reaches a hand out and trails it along the links as he walks around the structure, a look on his face that can only be described as evil as he grows lost in his own thoughts, and speaks to himself.
kinning: its been a very long time since I’ve been in a cage. i miss this sight. the last time i was caged was when i took on everyone in that elimination chamber.
he sighs, remembering the match and its stipulations out loud to himself..
kinning: it was over a year and a half ago but I remember like it was yesterday. It had been a elimination chamber for the wgef championship. six opponents entered and when one was eliminated, the others were that much closer to winning the title. i lost that match.
despite the wickedness on his face, his tone is one of dreamy remembrance.
kinning: i remember how close i was to winning that match. I remember the reporter who asked if i was worried about my opponents. i will never forget what i told em. ‘the fact alone that it is was these amazing people i'll be fighting just increases the assurance on my win tonight. the kind of matches we'll be going through requires a special kind a psychopath. it requires the kind who enjoys both giving and receiving pain. someone with a high pain tolerance as well a life risker. someone with absolutely no regard for their body when it comes to winning. that somebody is right in front of you, and he’s proven it a number of times. christian, you’d better be thinking twice about entering the ring with me tonight. some of these people in this federation are, generally speaking, babies when it comes to pain. the only thing that worries me about it being cage is the idea that the match will end before I start having any fun!
he smiled to himself.
kinning: that’s me alright. the free falling, devil may care, caution to the wind, body torturer. i haven’t had the opportunity to be in a classic steel cage like this just yet. so he doesn’t know what I’m really all about. last time we met in the ring, you were in that elimination chamber with me. not surprisingly, you were eliminated before me, so you don’t realize that when i deal the pain in a match i fully expect to get it back. that I relish in it, that it drives me further and pushes me harder to make sure there is only one outcome, them leaving on a stretcher, and me walking out the victor. i really don‘t think you know how far i‘ll really go. you don’t see that i will annihilate my own body in order to obliterate that of my opponent’s. i don’t care what happens to me as long as they hurt more by the end of it all. this will be no different. And tonight, you’ll all see the vile lengths i am willing to go to. too bad its not against a better opponent. i won’t have to go very far tonight, they’ll only catch a glimpse of it. but one day soon, they will see, and they’ll be revolted by it. but it doesn’t matter how disgusted they are, because they’ll know, and that’s all that matters. all I want to do is show you.
he’d made a full round of the cage by now and had moved onto a second lap.
kinning: whatever they might say, I always win, no matter what. how else do you think that I won this title? in a fuckin raffle? i’m going to decimate christian tonight. i’m going to destroy him so badly that he won’t get to have another chance at my title for months. let a better and more worthy opponent step up to the task. phoenix, or sane, someone with the balls to face up to a loss to me and not run should they win on a fluke and have to do a rematch. Hmph, Christian cage. One would think that you actually have a chance at this match. But hey, stupid is as stupid does I suppose, after all, he hasn’t shown to have a great many wits if he’s going to take on me, for my title. *chuckles* I’m going to enjoy winning tonight.
he said this as he completed his second lap of the cage, looked up at it, then left. the tron faded to black.
End Scene One
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<o:p> </o:p> Scene Two
A Champion's Promise
“know me�?by p.o.d. slams over the sound system as chris’s new pyrotechnics god off around the stage. when he emerges from the din of the tinted smoke, his television title on his right shoulder, the crowd goes crazy. he is wearing dark blue jeans, a black t �?shirt, and white air force ones. he stops at the top of the ramp and looks around the arena at the fans who cheer him on. he grabs his title in both hands and raises it high over his head, and the crowd erupts in a roar of pops wicked chants. he throws his title belt back over his shoulder and makes his way down the ramp to the ring. he walks up the stairs of the ring. he place his title back over his shoulder, and bends to take the mic that is handed up to him. he raise the mic to speak.
kinning: ladies and Gentlemen, before I begin I want to shoot my grats to mark henry *laughs*. i must say that you showed a great performance, and more than likely it was your best. however, your best, as usual, wasn’t good enough. This team of mines was able to defeat you and your partner of choice, just to prove that you are as much of a loser as everyone knows.
again the crowd hits him with a loud pop. he smiles as he continues to speak.
kinning: I promised you all that I would win my match against batista last month and begin the start of my title reign, did I not? Did I not warn any and all that I have never felt more confident for a title match that I was today? I am a multiple time champion in other federations, I know how things roll, I didn’t expect to be handed a title shot of any sort, and I worked for it. I earned them all. The television title is mine, and no one else will have it until I decide to relinquish it. I can promise you here and now, that should no other title take my interest, my reign with this belt will outstrip anyone else’s reign.
the crowd goes crazy at this. chris smirked wickedly.
kinning: So, its been how long since I humiliated batista, and won the tv title for myself, just over a month now and I’m just now getting my first challenger? Most the people on this roster obviously know what’s good for them. Christian Cage will learn soon enough too. Now I know some have said that my title reign was luck, as was that of all the other champions I took title from, but do you know why that is? Do you know why I was able to swipe their titles? Because they grew soft, and lazy, and over confident. They figured now that they had a title they didn’t have to work as hard, and that was their downfall. Do you know why I’ve kept every title I’ve ever had? Its because unlike them, I continued to fight for what was mine. I know that this business is as cut throat as a middle eastern harem, and you gotta fight, hard, for what’s yours. You have to fight hard to gain the attention of the higher ups, and you’ve got to keep fighting, even harder to keep that attention, if you want to get anywhere in this business. I don’t care what anyone thinks of me, but I do care about what he thinks of my ability. I continue to win and keeps my titles out of sheer diligence! I don’t underestimate my opponents, but I do judge their skills, and very accurately I might say for like I said, I’ve never lost a title defense, ‘specialy before the first defence.
he gave them all a smile.
kinning: Tonight will be no different. I will do my best, and my match tonight is a specialty match. As you all well know I enjoy causing a great deal of pain. My title defense against cage is a cage match. I take a great deal of pleasure in matches like this. Higher dives, more ways to hurt and potentially maim your opponent, and of course the blood shed. What cage match would be complete without a little blood shed from the chain links before I make good my escape and retain my title? Or better yet, before I beat him with a humiliating pin and keep my title? Really, who doesn’t love a little blood with the show, am I right?
for the first time since he entered the arena the crowd full on cheered for her. he knew what they wanted and he gave it to them, if only because it went along with him own interests as well.
kinning: cage is going to get a taste tonight of what it means to go head to head with a goddess whose got a taste for blood and relishes in pain!�?lt;o:p></o:p>
he innocently looked up out of the corners of his eyes and tapped his chin.
kinning: Hmm, alright now lets see, I covered the title, I covered the stipulation, what am I forgetting? Oh yeah!�?BR>
his expression changed to one of ego and sarcasm.
kinning: The oh so unimportant, Christian cage! This man thinks he can take my title from me? Yeah right, he couldn’t even toss me out of the ring last week with help! It took a real wrestler like Vengeance to do that, and even he had a hard time! Think of how much more trouble christian is going to have once that cage drops and its just one on one!
he chuckled.
kinning: Tonight, I will once again make promises, and will be kept. Tonight christian, you will fall as all the others have fallen before me. You will try to rise, and I will make you fall, hard! You will bow before the champion that I am, and you will think twice about entering the ring with me after I’m through with you. I promise you that you will be shown the reasoning of your wrongs tonight. You’re going to find out, first hand, when it feels like to have your entire abdomen crushed by two hundred and twenty pounds well aimed and free falling from at least twenty feet in the air, if not more! All this I promise you and more. You will not enjoy tonight. And once I’m through with you, you wont have to worry about competing against me again. I also promise you that as long as the title is mine, you, and everyone else on the roster will never take it. Like I said before, this title is mine and its going to stay that way until I have a shot at something else that means more. Mainly, the WGEF Title!
at mention of this belt, the crowds goes nuts. his eyes widened, changing his expression to a patronizing one, along with his tone.
kinning: Good luck tonight cage. You’re going to need it, though it won’t help, because all you’re going to earn tonight is the bell saying RING-A-LING MOTHER FUCKER!�?BR>
the fans went senseless as he threw the mic down and it skidded across the mat and fell off the apron and to the floor. “know me�?by p.o.d. slammed onto the airwaves as he left the ring.
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End Scene Two
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