Calling Out The Transitional Champion (o2 Blaze)

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You knew it wouldn't take too long. But before the fans knew it. Genesis made his entrance to the arena. One of the head puppet-masters for MoneyMaker Incorporated made his way down the aisle. Going solo one would assume. You have to wonder where the other members of the MMI are lurking.

Nevertheless. Gen. gets on the microphone and starts talking:

"Reincarnation". Doesn't look like a 'Reincarnation' to me. This place looks the same. Without MoneyMaker Incorporated. This place is still shit!

Fans start to boo Genesis after that remark.

Admit it. Ya love me. Ya really.... REALLY... love me!

But that my friends. Isn't why I'm out here. I'm out here to make a bold challenge to our new TNB Paper... errr, excuse me 'World Champion' Ryan Blaze.

You see, Blaze. Your triumphiant victory at Night of Legends II. In the eyes of the people who care. Are nothing more then an after thought. The only thing I commend you on is putting my own flesh & blood out of his misery.

But because of this. You have something that belongs to Genesis. You have MY World Heavyweight Championship.

Assuming that you're indeed a so called 'fighting champion'. Or rather, to the little people who look up to you, admire & respect you. You're there People's Champion. So I'm sure you're not going to let them down & back away from a challenge, are you not?

So Blaze... or should I say 'Champ'. Come on down. Lets have a little chat, shall we? Cause there is PLENTY I wanna say to you, bro.

Gen. lowers the mic.

[Ryan Blaze]

With very little time after Genesis lowering his microphone, My Life for Hire hits the P.A. system. For the first time in Ryan Blaze's stay in Atlanta, he receives something very odd. Very, very odd. He receives a positive response from the fans. Each person stands to give RB a wonderful ovation. Maybe it was because he was coming out to shut up Brandon Payne, or Brandon Lionheart, or Genesis Brandon, whatever he went by these days. Maybe it was that, or maybe the fans genuinely missed Ryan. At least, the Ryan that everyone was used to... Not the Ryan that rarely bathed and cried more times than not.

Ryan walks out onto the stage wearing a black suit, purple shirt, and thin black tie. Over his right shoulder was the World Title that Genesis seemed to think was his. What an idiot.

Ryan stops at the top of the stage, and is handed a microphone. Before using his deadly weapon that he just received, he smirks at Brandon.

Boy oh boy... It's been awhile.

The fans cheer. He signals for them to simmer down, and continues.

And since it's been awhile, I've got some built up verbal shit that's about to blow. I'm not sure if it was a smart or dumb move on your behalf to challenge me now of all times. I mean, yeah, this is my first title reign... So I'm a bit unexperienced when it comes to these types of matches. But at the same I just came off of the craziest fuckin' time of my life, and frankly, maybe a bit of that insanity is still left in me. Maybe I'm not fully cured yet. Maybe I'm ready to rip your face off and wear it in front of these fans. Maybe you're my new Lionheart.

Maybe not. I don't obsess over robots. I like a challenge when it comes to microphone work. It's no fun going up against someone who's monotone.

My name is Brandon. I'm here to challenge. You for the title. That belongs to me.

Only thing that would of been better is if you called me Ferris Bueller and repeated it about 8 times.

He repositions the title to his other shoulder, and continues.

Transitional champion? Paper champion? The title belongs to you? I don't know what the fuck you've been smoking, but it must be some strong stuff. I think the only person in the league that could really even come close to saying "Hey, I should get a crack at the title" is Sentoryu. If I recall correctly, he was never pinned to lose the title. But that's how it works, and I'm champion now. He snoozed, he lost.

You? Ha. Ha. Ha.

If you care to elaborate what makes me a transitional champ, and why you seem to believe this title belongs to you, I'd love to hear it. As far as I know, last time you held this very title was all the way back in 2007, back before the revolution that lead to the new, bigger, better, faster, and stronger version of TNB. You holding this title back in 2007 makes it "your" title? I always dreamed of going to the moon, does that mean the next space shuttle going up has my name written on a seat? No. No, it doesn't. It's just a dream, just like your illusion that you deserve a shot at this belt. It's all in your head. "Look at me, I'm so great, I'm so tough, I've proved myself" ... How'd you prove yourself? You beat up the new guy, MIRK, and then everything else went under my radar, the fans radar, the staff's radar, and probably went under your radar, too. I mean, you're smoking the good stuff to make you think this gold belongs to you... You probably smoked yourself into believing you did something fantastic. You didn't. You suck.

The fans cheers kind of changed to a mixed reaction. Ryan didn't really care. Love him or hate him, he was still on top.

I honestly think you should earn your shot for this belt, like everyone else has to. You should be apart of the huge battle royal to determine the number one contender. You haven't earned shit all, and you're calling out the big guns. The saddest part about this whole situation is that if you run to the back, and cry to one of the staff members, you'll get it. You'll get it because they don't want to hear your bitchy voice. They don't want to hear that nagging, bitchy voice say "I'll leave again! I'll leave TNB for the 100th time, and come back a month later, expecting to start exactly where I left off! I'll do it!" They really don't want to hear that bitchy voice of yours, so they'll grant you a shot at this title, even though you've literally done JACK SHIT to deserve it.

If this is your belt, and you're so sure you're going to win it, why don't you go through "The Fallout" and prove to me that you're deserving? That's if this belt actually matters to you, and you really do believe it's yours.

Ryan smirks, and finishes off.

Go ahead, say it. Say I'm not a fighting champ. Because this exact attitude is how you win a championship. You gotta be the smartest guy, not the strongest. You might have more muscle mass than me, but I'll outwit you any day, Gennifer. I'm the smartest guy around and YOU KNOW IT.

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Gen. was taken back by Blaze for a moment or two. Even a bit shocked that the 'champ' stood up to him & gave him a mouth full. This was the first time in a long time he's ever been tested like this.

Problem is with you kids these days. You want your contenders to jump through hurdles to get title shots. You see, I know you'd love to see me head into the 'FallOut' match & fail. But I'm not gonna. Wanna know why? Because unlike you little people. I'm Genesis.

My boss is Christian MoneyMaker. Not Keith Williams. Not Chris Lionheart. Not David Cornell. I take orders from nobody unless its from Money Bags himself. And ya know how WE roll. Its all about the Benjamins brother. And having that strap around my waist? That only means more money, more power & more control.

Truth is, my friend. In this 'Asylum'? I've got the finest cell on the block. And I've got the warden in my back pocket. Do you really think I give a flying fuck what you think of me? Do you think I give a shit about whether or not I've "earned" the right to face you? NO! I do not. At the end of the day. You can't run from me forever. You will lose the World Championship. And your gonna lose it to me.

The Avenger, Chris Lionheart, Maniac, Sylas Styles, Shia Storm. Various names & lives I've played with, and made a living out of. And Blaze? Just so long as you have what is rightfully mine to own? Your name is added to that list. You may have beaten my brother, and have done some good things for this company. I respect that. I really do. But bottom line is, you'll never beat me!

Here in TNB Wrestling. They make the stars. I break them! Simple as that, and you will be no different. Once I'm through with you. No one is gonna give a rats ass what you did beforehand. The short & sweet title reign will be a faded memory. Matter of fact. From what I can tell? You will be alot like Sentoryu was after he dropped the strap to my brother. Just another name. Just another 'brick in the wall', so to speak.

I may not have done 'jack shit' to earn the right to the title. Perhaps you may very well be right on that. But see? It doesn't matter. I don't work for TNB Wrestling. Your missing that point. I work for MoneyMaker Incorporated. Which means? We do what we want. When we want & how we want to do it. Whatever we say? Pretty much goes. And if anyone tries to deny us? We leave no man untested.

This isn't child's play anymore, Blaze. As long as your the World Champion. You're playing with the big boys. You're staring eye-to-eye, face-to-face, nose-to-nose & toe-to-toe with the baddest rebel of them all.

Gen. lowers his mic. He wasn't going to take any of Blaze's crap. Nor was going to lower himself to his standards. His beliefs, and what he wanted to do. After all. As Genesis stated. He didn't 'work' for TNB Wrestling. He works for the MMI. MoneyMaker gave him strict orders to go after the World Championship. Therefore, to him? He was only following boss' orders.

[Ryan Blaze]

You're right, Genny. I need you to jump through a bunch of hoops, spin in a couple circles, do the cha-cha-slide, and then sing the ABC's, front and back wards, to a tune that isn't Twinkle Twinkle Little Star-esque. That's what I need you to do to get a title match.

Is that what you consider the FallOut to be? A near impossible challenge? You say I'd love to see you try and fail. It's like you believe the same thing I do. It's like you think if you put your neck on the line out there you'd lose in a pathetic fashion. I said to give the FallOut a shot, and you're denying it as if you know you'll lose. Where's that ego now, Genesis? Did you lose it along with the right to have your own thinking pattern when you signed with MoneyMaker?

If you have the best cell in the asylum, don't you think you wouldn't be challenging some "kid" for the title? Don't you think you'd already have the strap around your waist? Or again, have you forgot in that pea sized brain of yours that you really haven't done jack shit. You haven't beaten anyone I personally consider to be important. You haven't made any splashes in the water other than revealing you're brothers with the now retired Chris Lionheart. And don't worry, I get that you don't give a fuck if I think you've earned it or not. I know. But sadly for your case, my opinion on if you've got what it takes is the only thing that really matters right about now. MoneyMaker can't do shit. He can't buy you a title match. David Cornhole can only give me an opinion on what he thinks. Mr. Williams can't tell me what to do. Misty can give me a full felacio session...

He looks at the camera and says off mic, Any time now, sweetheart.

At the end of the day, all that matters is what I say.

Tell me, what is on your resume in the past 3 or so years that really pops out and says "I deserve to be at the top". Anything? I'm waiting.

....

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Nothing? Nothing.

Me? What have I done? I've entertained. I've put my ass on the line week in, and week out. Whether I like the fans or not, I give them a treat each time I lace 'em up and stand in the ring. I'm a multiple time champion in the hardcore divisions. I come to work every week. I earned my shot, and when I got it, I kicked ass.

Nobody cares what I did before hand, Mr. Monotone says... To be completely blunt about it, no one... NO ONE... cares what you did before hand, in current day, and they won't care in the future. You had your 5 seconds of fame. It's gone, and it's past. You're going downhill and you're only 25. Talk about a good time to hit a peak in your career.... naaawwwt. Best case scenario would be to get YOUR BOSS to make you a fake title belt. You know, since you don't work for TNB and all. You can decline with a fake title, with your fake tough guy persona, along with your fake sense of self-worth. You can go to the cheers of your fake fans, and hang around with your fake buddies. You can continue to live your stupid fucking fake life where you seem to matter.

Ryan shakes his head.

You want to face me? Go into the FallOut and earn it. Earn the ability to challenge me for the gold. Prove me wrong. Prove to me that everything you say isn't bullshit and fake.

You don't have to... You really don't... But you also don't have to challenge for the title. Your call, bitch.

Ryan lowers the microphone. He stares at Genesis calmly. He wasn't bothered by Genesis. He wasn't even phased. Genesis failed to even dent the exterior.

He smiles, and removes his shades. He places them in his chest pocket. It was time to finish the slap in the face, and put the nails in the coffin.

BOOK CLOSED.

END OF STORY.

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Looks like MoneyMaker's "orders" backfired.

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Genesis chuckled. He actually found this to be rather amusing then hurtful.

WOW... you stole an old catchphrase of mine. That's so 2009 pal. Furthermore, you're making yourself look stupid. Here you are. The World Heavyweight Champion. And your making yourself look like the biggest jackass on the planet talking down to a guy like me.

Before you start putting nails into a coffin. Make sure you can close the damn thing first.

Think about this, lil man. Here's the biggest different between myself & the other guys. People like yourself, Sentoryu, my brother, so on & so forth. You guys have to bite, scratch & claw your way to the title. Me? I don't have to do that. That is where having the warden in your pocket comes into play here. See, when you become World Champion, as I have on NUMEROUS occassions. You learn to be a great politician.

You see, at anytime during the last year. I could have easily challenged & taken the World Championship into my possession. But instead, I decided against it until the time was right. When I saw you take out my brother. Part of me became overjoyed to see him gone for good. Another part of me? Felt disgusted! Because then, I realized. What this meant. We'd have YOU of all people as our World Champion. You becoming the 'face' of the company. So long as you held the title.

Many little people out there. They may look at you as something special. Perhaps even underrated. A guy that 'New York' let slip through there fingers. I dunno. Personally, I could care less. But bottom line is. Your nothing to me. The only reason I'm even standing here right now in front of you. Is because you have my belt.

Wasn't for that? You wouldn't even be worth my time. You think beating my brother at Night of Legends II means you've 'made it'? That you're something special. That now, all the blue-collar little people should pander to you, and look up to you??

Fans start to cheer. As they agree with those statements.

Fuck all of you! That means nothing. Everyone, and there grandmother, has beaten my brother. Hell I've beaten him a thousand times already.

But Blaze, I don't give a damn what you want. Come hell, or high water. I'm getting my belt back here tonight at 'Reincarnation'. What you're forgetting is. The power. The control. The money? Its all on my side, kid. MoneyMaker Incorporated is running things. Tis only a matter of time before you succumb to us, and run with the pack? Or, be hunted by the pack. Choice is all yours kid. Once I'm done taking the belt off of you. We'll talk.

But for right now?

Gen. removes his ring jacket, as the crowd erupts:

I'm ready to beat somebodies ass! Let's go!!!

[Ryan Blaze]

You're a headache and a half, aren't you?

Ryan is starting to become frustrated. Genesis wasn't making any valid points, he was just being a whiny little bitch.

I've got some stuff to do, Genesis. Some important stuff. Not to say you don't matter... even though you don't... But this stuff has to go down. Very quick business meeting, and then I'll make an announcement. Keep your ears cleaned up, you'll need 'em. You might be part of it.

Until then, try not to be as whiny and as bitchy as you normally are, take 'er easy for the time being.

With than, Ryan leaves just as quickly as he entered. He had completely ignored the broken record that is Genesis. He ignored the "I deserve this because blah blah blah". He didn't want to hear anymore of it.