A Wake Up Call...02Jason

[ten]

<$$- So the main event was set. Double S is on the highest of highs in his quests to be the TNB World Heavyweight Champion, and put his plan in place. Weird thing was that the actual current TNB Champ was nowhere to be found.

Could it be that he was feeling the pressure or was his mind elsewhere. We were definately about to find out. -$$>














BOOM!





Lights turned out. Not a damn ounce of silence. You heard screams, cheers, boos, and an "Ahhh". And then.






OOC: Ignore the music you hear in the vid, and its just for the pyrotechnics part

<$$- A purple light glares the stage area. Druids make themselves visible with a coffin that they are carrying.



<$$- They lay it down right in front of the ring. The Druids make their way back up the stage area, and out of site. Lights go out for a few seconds. -$$>



<$$- The actual band Extol appeared in a elevated part of the arena. The right side of the stage. The Double S video package played on the Titan-Tron. And Double S appeared on stage to a big mixed raucous crowd.

Focused, determined, and fired up.

He points to the band who was playing his theme song "Renewal", and beats his chest in respect to the band.

Making his way down to the ring, he hears the boos, and a few cheers. Mostly he just hears the emotion from the crowd. Some may actually know, and like the band who's playing the music.

After the band is finished, and they make their exit. Everyone settles down, Double S is sitting on the coffin ala CM punk style -$$>



<Xx- So here we ARE.

PPV time. The Revolution of TNB2 is finally here. The main event is amongst all the idiots around town, and watching at home.

And how we got here all started at the last Paperview. TNB's Abomination when Jason Youngblood, Our current TNB World Champion, had Joker lay down for him to win the title.

I mean I do get it, Joker is your whipping boy. The Bitch of the stable. The only reason to keep him around that I gather.

And I'm still not mad at you for doing that because at the end of the day, you are the TNB World Champ, and that's all that matters.

What does bug me is that when actually are the "Champ", its like you disappear. No where to be found, and like I pointed out before, what you do as far as a "MMinc" group goes, does not count. Actually showing by example of what you are doing to do. Its like right now, Sylas is holding that ball in the court in your little group right now.

When Double S is the TNB World Heavyweight Champion, just by name alone will bright the lights around here. You see everyone in their lifetime needs a bit of "darkness" in their life. I, Double S, will bring it to the forefront. Not hiding behind any lady friend or any group, I will rule with an iron fist of brilliance, passion like no other, and something that Jason knows nothing about, TO ENTERTAIN!.

Now as you all have seen obviously that I am sitting on a coffin. Now to the naked eye you may think, Am I suggesting a casket match of some sort by chance? -xX>

<$$- The crowd cheers in thought of one. -xX>

<Xx- Oh ho ho. You people actually want to see a Casket match? -xX>

<$$- The crowd cheers loudly. -$$>

<Xx- Is that all you got? -xX>

<$$- The crowd cheers even louder -$$>

<Xx- Why did I bother asking? These FANS obviously didn't want to see it. -xX>

<$$- Just about everyone in the arena cheered this time as loud as they could make it.

He chuckled to himself. -$$>

<Xx- People are so gullible these days I swear.

I didn't bring this coffin out here for a match of some kind! -xX>

<$$- The crowd boos. -$$>

<Xx- In actuality, this is out here for symbolization. When I'm done with Youngblood, his career, and his title reign most recently, will be dead, and buried in a coffin just like this one. -xX>

<$$- He gets off of it, and then taps on the coffin itself with a chuckle to himself. With a snap of a finger, the lights go out, and come back on with the coffin no longer in site. S slides into the ring, and looks towards the stage area.-$$>

<Xx- Since my point is pretty much made, the champ as a few words of his own I hope. Making an appearance would be nice since you are the "Champ", and all -xX>

<$$- S awaits for Jason Youngblood to appear.

[Jason Youngblood]

"Making an appearance would be nice...?"

The voice of the one and only Undisputed Champion is heard, through the arena. Was he soon to make his presence felt in the arena?

God hell no. Why would/should he for this low life??

"Look up. Shit storm? Yeah look up here towards the titantron dumbass..."

Whether Shia looked or not was neither here nor there to Jason. He was neither going to waste time trying to convince someone of Storm's nature of anything nor was he going to entertain parlor tricks like 2nd grade magic tricks. At least not today.

With the attention of the fans at least, Jason sat in a undisclosed location, seated in what looked to be a study of some sort, to deliver his message to Mr. Storm via satellite feed. Whether Shia listened now or not mattered not, Jason only needed to speak his piece.

"Boy you really are delusional aren't you? With all of the theatrics... All of that David Blaine, Criss Angel, mind freak, horse shit you're pushing lately... it's sickening to see. But I'm not surprised. At all. I knew you'd play the cards you're playing now. Doesn't matter though. Doesn't change the fact either. That I am still the champ."

"And this disappearing act you keep trying to conjure up for me, which I have no idea where you got such a thing to let ooze out of that crap spitter of yours, is beyond me. I disappear?..."

"Are... You serious...?"

"Shia... When you get your filthy and unworthy hands on a title... The challengers disappear... The entertainment disappears... Respect for the title itself disappears. Hell our roster numbers deplete faster than the U.S. Government's credibility when you have a title Shia. You even mentioning a title devalues it tenfold. We need to get the United Nations to get a binding resolution to slap a lifetime ban on you from holding any more titles for the duration of your pathetic natural life."

"I've disappeared...?"

He let the question linger, yet only for a few seconds before continuing on...

"No Shia. You disappear buddy. That's what you do. Oh, but when the Undisputed title is up for grabs, and oh!... What a surprise! Shia & Avenger lost the tag titles...Hmm... What a damn coincidence... You threw the match you punk. You've hidden behind Avengers groin area so long you don't even know what reality is anymore. You remind me of an ass Shia. You really do. Why? Because you get the same thing out of both of you... Crap! You think someone actually wants to see you win this title from me, and what's even funnier is... You couldn't wait to lose the tag titles that I am now co-holder of, but now you... Deserve to hold the top title of the company?"

"Please tell me there's a name for this fictional place you live in Shia. Please do. So I can pay someone to go blow it the hell up along with everything you love in it. This has to be a joke. Has to be. Is it first come first serve in TNB now? Are we not screening Undisputed title applicants at all? You're a disgrace and to be a TNB original and think this way, shows why Money Maker Inc exists. To get.. Rid... Of people.... Like...you...Extermination. Period..."

"But I tell you what. You earned the shot... So you got it... At TNB Revolution, Jason Youngblood defends against Shit Storm milky eyes, in a 15 minute Ultimate Submission match. If you win the title, then congrats Shia. Congrats. Because it'll be the beginning of the end for TNB, you boring, irrelevant, useless, schizophrenic, tale from the crypt reject, thundercunt wackjob..."

"But hey... To each his own... See you at the Pay Per View, bitch...

And with that the video feed was cut. Shia could do what he wanted all night long. Pull homosexual rabbits out of his ass all day if he wanted. Jason said what he had to say, and he was done. He'd say his next piece in the ring.