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Subject: Re: OS) Razor Xtreme - Untitled Wed Aug 05, 2015 5:28 am
Note:This was worked on by me and Abdel for the contract signing half.
Vendetta opens up from Cincinnati, Ohio to a crowd of 17,556 XWA fans as we are only a few weeks away from Revolutionary Wars! The camera pans around the arena as the fans are more hyped than ever, as XWA has made some serious progress the past couple of weeks. The camera pans to the middle of the ring as a table is set up with a red cloth set over it and a contract seated above it. On the sides, two comfy leather black chairs, opposite each other on the table, set up for the competitors.
Cedar: “Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to Vendetta 116! We are excited to come to you tonight from a sold out crowd in Cincinnati, Ohio, and boy do we have a show for you tonight!”
Michaels: “That’s right, Ted! We have made so many developments in the past week. Not only did we find out who is the number one contender for Razor Xtreme’s World title, but we also heard that recent Twitter beef between Ace Andrews and the World Champ has caused Ace Andrews to return, and we will in fact see Ace Andrews go one on one with Razor Xtreme here tonight, in the main event!”
Cedar: “We are excited indeed! But now, we bring you the contract signing between the champ and the number one contender, as General Manager Benjamin Weaver is already in the ring with the contract, ready to get this going on!”
Benjamin Weaver: “Ladies and Gentlemen, I am proud to announce that we have a number one contender to the world title, so we have a solid match set for Revolutionary Wars. In the main event, it will be World Heavyweight Champion Razor Xtreme vs Number One Contender E.G. Deal, and it will be in a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match!”
The fans mark out for the announcement that this match will be a TLC match as it adds some excitement to it.
Benjamin Weaver: “So without further ado, let us get our competitors out here and sign this contract! First up, we have our world heavyweight champion, Rated ‘Y2X’ Razor Xtreeeeme!”
”BOOOOOOOOOOOO!” - the fans don’t respond to the world champion in a positive manner, as they treat him to a massive amount of boos. The World Heavyweight Champion makes his way out to the stage and behind him are both of his loyal allies, Maddox Paine - the enforcer - and Eric Goodman - the sneaky, conniving manager - and they all walk in union. Razor holds the world title over his shoulder and he wears his usual wrestling attire except he has a t-shirt on, his signature “Shut the Hell Up” shirt. They walk down the ramp quickly, as Razor has an angry look on his face. He marches down and quickly enters the ring along with his two allies and they quickly walk to the center. Weaver attempts to shake Razor’s hand but Razor ignores him and walks right by him before raising his world title in the air, to a negative response from the crowd. His theme song dies as he quickly sits down in one of the chairs. Weaver chuckles awkwardly as Paine gives him a death glare. Razor’s theme dies out as they wait for E.G. Deal.
Benjamin Weaver: “Ok, and now for the number one contender, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome... E.G. Deal!”
The fans respond better to EG Deal, as the instrumental version of “King for a Day” hits the PA system, signaling for the arrival of “The Destiny Holder”, as Deal comes out from backstage, happy to see the fans cheering for him and feeling fresh after his win against James Best last week. The Egyptian makes his way to the ring, entering the ring and shaking the hand of Benjamin Weaver, before he turns his sight to Razor, as the future opponents for the World Heavyweight Championship intensely stare at each other. Deal then turns back to Weaver, asking for the mic before he starts talking.
Deal: “Hey, Ohio!”
The inevitable cheap pop happens, with the fans obviously happy to hear the name of their state”
Deal: “I feel happy to be here. In fact, I feel great in general. Why shouldn’t I? I’m the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship, and not to be arrogant but in one week, I’m gonna demolish Razor Xtreme in a TLC match!”
Razor shifts slightly in his chair as he then kicks both feet up onto the table and looks up with an arrogant glare.
Razor Xtreme: “So this is my competition, huh? Really? Are we running out of mid carders for you to face, son? Please. Give me a break, you think because you got one lucky win over me months ago, you’re anywhere on my level? You don’t deserve this title shot, and the only reason you’re getting one is because we had to go and scrape the bottom of the barrel for competition, cause most of the guys in the back are a bunch of pussies. So don’t feel high and mighty right now, you didn’t do anything to earn this shot, and as far as I’m concerned, anyone else could have been handed your spot, kid.”
EG Deal looks at the world champ with anger in his eyes before responding.
Deal: “That’s what you think of me, huh? You think I’m a midcarder? You think I was just handed this opportunity, like I haven’t been giving everything I could to this business for the last four years? But that’s to be expected of you, considering your humiliating loss against me, you wouldn’t dare give me some credit. Well guess what, Champ? I beat you so hard, locked you in an Ambulance, and drove you off the arena. I have your number, Xtreme. I know how to beat you, and you bet your ass that I will give everything I have to beat you.”
Razor Xtreme: “Hahaha. Once again, the over-confident noobie is getting ahead of himself. Look at you, so big and tough. And you think that’ll get you a win over me. Right. Listen, ambulance matches are stupid. They’re meant for people like you who don’t need to think. But guess what? Our match at Revolutionary Wars isn’t an Ambulance match, it’s going to be a TLC match, and how many of those have you been in again? Cause I’ve been in several, and I’ve won all of them, including ones against much better opponents like that pussy over there on the commentary table, David Michaels.”
Razor points over to Michaels, who glares back.
Razor Xtreme: “So maybe you should start using your head instead of your muscles and realize that you don’t stand a chance this sunday. You’re a nobody. You’re just a stepping stone in my way to become the greatest of all time. Move on, rookie.”
Razor smiles as he awaits EG’s response.
Deal: “Rookie? Did you just call me a rookie? Seriously, how fucking delusional can you be? Yes, I may not be David Michaels, or JHalc, or Caleb Spires, but I am not a rookie. I have made sacrifices for this company. I’ve worked my ass off from day one, I’ve beaten legends like Dominik Diveraz and Caleb Spires. But what about you? Your brother is the fucking COO of this company, and you wanna talk about getting handed opportunities? You’re not only arrogant, but you’re a hypocritical piece of shit as well.”
This seems to strike a nerve with Razor as he gets up off his seat quickly, and gets right in the face of the much bigger man.
Razor Xtreme: “HANDED OPPORTUNITIES?! How dare you! You talk about working your ass off for 4 years, please! You’ve been a nobody for most of those years, meanwhile I’ve singlehandedly carried this company on my shoulders for almost 8 years! You don’t try to match accomplishments with me kid, because all those people you just mentioned… oh yeah, I BEAT THEM. You haven’t been able to keep up with anyone except a weakened Caleb Spires and a bunch of nobodies like yourself. Me and my brother don’t even get alone in the first place, but you know what? I shouldn’t be here wasting my time on a disrespectful brat like yourself. I’m much too good for this, we’ll see who’s the better man this Sunday, in the meantime, sign that contract if you’re man enough to.”
Razor drops his mic and then picks up the pen and quickly scribbles a signature. He then drops the pen down harshly and awaits a response.
Deal: “What are you talking about? When have you exactly carried this company? As a matter of fact, most of the time you’ve run away, when things weren’t going your way you just decided to leave the company, because you couldn’t handle the fact that you weren’t on top of the food chain. Your ego gets the better of you, you can’t live with the fact that some people are actually better than you, so you always end up running away. You can’t also live with the fact that by the end of Revolutionary Wars, this-”
Deal points at the World Heavyweight title
Deal: “This will be mine. And it will be with a real champion, not a spoiled brat who runs away when things aren’t going the way he wants them to.”
Deal quickly signs the contract to finalize the match and he drops the pen down, much to the excitement of the general manager.
Weaver: “Well then, ladies and gentlemen, this match is final! At Revolutionary Wars, it will be Razor Xtreme vs EG Deal, TLC for the world heavyweight championship!”
The fans give a loud cheer for the announcement of the match. Both men turn their heads and Maddox sneakily gets behind EG Deal as Razor quickly gets up in his face. EG tries to intimidate Razor, but Razor begins to mouth some words to him, probably very foul ones. Then the champ raises his title up in the air and gets even more into EG’s face. Deal doesn’t like this, and he quickly shoves Razor back, however he completely forgets about the enforcer, and he is quickly clubbed from behind by Maddox Paine! The fans quickly turn to boos as Weaver exits the ring in a hurry and stands by the commentary table. Razor quickly grabs the table and then raises it above his head and places it eloquently against the corner. EG tries his best to get up off the ground, but Maddox is already on the assault as he begins to stomp away at EG Deal. Razor then angrily begins to yell down to his opponent and then follows suit with the stomps. Deal is defenseless as the slimy Eric Goodman looks on with a grin. Razor and Paine back off Deal as they leave him in the middle of the ring, but he begins to get up to his feet. Paine gets into the corner opposite the table and as soon as Deal stands up, ‘The Titan’ darts at full speed and charges right into him, sending him flying through the table with a devastating Striking Spear! The fans are in a frenzy of boos as Razor stands angrily above the chaos. He then bends over and picks up a microphone before carefully exiting the ring.
Cedar: “What an utter display of arrogance on the part of the world champion!”
Michaels: “That guy really needs to get what’s coming to him already.”
Razor walks up the ramp slowly. Maddox rolls out of the ring in a bit of pain and he follows him up, as does Goodman. They begin to walk to the back, but right before they leave, Razor stops at the stage. He turns around and eyes the crowd, and the arena around them.
Razor Xtreme: “No no no. You know what? I’m sick of this all. I’m tired of keeping shut. I have some things I have to say, and I’m going to say them, whether anyone here likes it or not.”
The fans suddenly get a bit quiet. A few boos, but not too many.
Razor Xtreme: “Listen up. In November, I will have been here for a whole 7 years, so I’ve seen a lot of things, and I’ve done a lot of things. But none of what I’ve seen or done can compare to the crap that’s been going on lately. You see, I’ve always been an outspoken person. I’ve always been the type to say what I mean, to say what I feel, but my words never held much merit among you people, or anyone else for that matter.”
Razor begins to walk around on the ramp as he points down angrily to the fans.
Razor Xtreme: “For years now I have done things that have gone unrecognized among all of you, ALL OF YOU. I have carried entire divisions on my own, I have carried during its worst times, including now, and I have always been the martyr that is willing to sacrifice it all for the overall good of the company. Why? Because believe it or not, I love and care about this company. You think others are like that? Absolutely not, and this is what angers me.”
The crowd becomes a bit more silent.
Razor Xtreme: “You see, time after time I’ve seen people walk in here, do whatever they do to get the best out of it for themselves and then ditch as soon as they don’t feel like they’re getting everything handed to them. Time after time I see people who don’t give any sort of a crap about this business who just walk in whenever it’s convenient for them, who act like they deserve something, who think that they can take advantage of a situation and make the best of it.”
He takes a short pause.
Razor Xtreme: “Sound familiar? Well, if you’re thinking of me, then you’re not thinking at all. You see, I have done so much for this business. Everything I have ever gotten, I have EARNED. I have been here for seven years and I’ve held two world titles. I WORKED my way up to these world titles, I EARNED my spot at the top. I started off working matches with nobodies like Tommy Ringo and then I worked my way up to losing mid card title matches time after time after time because they didn’t think I was good enough to get a shot at any title. They held me back. They made sure the odds were against me so I wouldn’t win.”
Razor pauses again.
Razor Xtreme: “But you know what? At the end of the day, when push came to shove and they needed me, I was there. When they needed someone to help Daniel, I’m sorry – SMOKE XTREME, learn the basics of backstage politics, I was there to teach him. And people think I get benefits cause my brother’s the COO. News flash morons, me and him don’t get along. In fact, the last time we were out here, he got me fired. He has never given me anything that I didn’t rightfully deserve. I TRAINED him, I put my own career aside for the sake of getting others out there. People like Gabriel Blaze Angel, Justin Lee Angel, Xtreme Icon before he became a drunken nobody, and even your top favorites like Headhunter, Ash Wheeler, Mack and DC Hennig. They would have been NOTHING without me calling the shots backstage while I was out of action, because I chose to put myself aside so that they could get up there, so that they could get the spots I knew they’d take advantage of, because I knew that the people backstage – they sure didn’t want most of these guys up there. No, they wanted star power that was already made. They didn’t want those who they assumed were nobodies.”
Razor begins to get a little angrier.
Razor Xtreme: “But me? I chose to put that aside and give them a shot. I told Smoke to put them at the top, give them a chance to shine, and if they could take their ball and roll with it, they would be made. And you know what? They did. But if it hadn’t been for me giving them those shots, they would have ended up nobodies, living off scraps for the rest of their lives. Because I put aside all of my wishes for them. Did Megaman do that? No he damn well didn’t. In fact, right when Caleb Spires was at the top of his game, CALEB SPIRES – the number one ass kisser to get his spot – Mega rolled right in and gave himself a free shot and then screwed him over just so that he could have that spotlight once again.”
Some fans boo, possibly in agreement.
Razor Xtreme: “But yet you worship him like a freakin’ GOD. You talk about him like he’s the greatest competitor to ever live, when really, he was just in the right place at the right time. See, me? I had to work my ass off week after week. Compete with the bottom of the barrel until I worked my way up slowly, eventually winning my first title by defeating JKX and HHH619 – dumbest name ever given to a competitor, by the way – and I beat them, fair and square. And then I went uphill. I CARRIED a team to defeat New World Dominance. A team that consisted of someone who flat out sucked in Xtreme Icon and someone who thought he was wayyyy too good for us in Headhunter. I CARRIED us to that victory and got us those tag team titles. Then I worked my way up and won my first ever world title…”
Razor looks down for a bit.
Razor Xtreme: “I was at the top of the food chain. I had the IN title, the tag titles, and the world title, all at once. But as soon as they decided they didn’t need me anymore, they threw me aside once again. And see, time after time after time, this shit keeps happening. Those in the back put those of us who have worked hard for our position in the gutter so that they can raise and elevate those who kiss enough ass. Those who come in here demanding everything be handed to them and the morons in the back give it to them.”
He begins to get angry.
Razor Xtreme: “For example. You people worship Greg Samuel as if he’s some sort of a hard-working man who has earned his spot at the top. But the fact is, that couldn’t be any more of an ass kisser if his name was Ace Andrews.”
The crowd responds with a loud “OOOOOH!”
Razor Xtreme: “You see, Greggy didn’t do anything to deserve his title shot. You wanna know why he got his shot after being gone for so long? Because that man right there-”
Razor points at Benjamin Weaver, across the aisle.
Razor Xtreme: “That man right there. That FAKE. That FRAUD. He acts like he cares about this business, but truth be told, he’s one of Greg’s best friends. And that’s why Greg was handed the title. That’s why Greg was instantly put up at the top despite not having worked for it at all. And after I kicked his ass, he almost demanded another shot, but I made sure he didn’t get one, because that is just crap!”
Razor pauses again.
Razor Xtreme: “See, the past few weeks I’ve had two matches but I didn’t show up for either of them. I didn’t bother to. Because after I defeated Greg, Benji over there decided he didn’t like that and he started to throw me lower and lower down. In hopes that I’d disappear into obscurity and eventually lose it all so he could promote little Greg to the top. But guess what Benji? It didn’t work, did it? I no showed my last few matches and refused to compete because I am a MAIN EVENT fighter. The main event is something reserved for those who have earned it, not those who kiss enough ass. So the fact that the past few weeks we’ve had absolute nobodies like James Best and EG Deal in back to back main events while I’ve stayed at the bottom is an absolute travesty!”
A few fans boo, some more remain silent.
Razor Xtreme: “Now, don’t go and think that this is about me. No no no. This isn’t about me, this is about the ridiculous way in which this sad company is run as a whole! Let’s look at another great example, the one I’ve been meaning to mostly get to… Ace Andrews.”
Razor says that with a much lower tone of voice as the crowd gives a loud, positive cheer. Razor chuckles at the sound of it.
Razor Xtreme: “That’s exactly what I mean! Acey Acey Acey. The man everyone loves, and a perfect example of a perfect ass kisser. You see, Ace Andrews has earned absolutely NOTHING in this company. In his first match ever here, he was awarded a free world title shot simply because he was BFFs with the person in charge. But yet Ace never did anything to earn it. He was never at the bottom, he never had to scratch his way to the top, battle nobodies, win mid card titles and then work his way to the top like I have. And yet you people boo me and cheer him!”
The fans cheer, intentionally, to piss Razor off even more.
Razor Xtreme: “That’s what I find the most ridiculous! You have someone who walks in here, gets treated like a god for absolutely no reason, and you lick his boots like they’re made of candy. Ace Andrews is the most overrated competitor to ever step foot in an XWA ring, and that is accounting for a lot of people. He returns, gets a bunch of free shots – courtesy of his friends at the top – and then leaves as soon as he’s worn out his run. He’s the one you morons should be booing. He’s the one you should look down upon and spit at. Everyone acts like he’s some sort of demi-god of wrestling, but he can’t hold a candle to me. He is only in the position he is in because of his major ability to kiss enough ass right. That’s it. Nothing more to it. He is not a good competitor, he is average. He is not a good worker, he is below average.”
Razor glares.
Razor Xtreme: “You think he gives a damn about all you people? Of course he doesn’t. You think he’s gonna stick around after he gets a few free shots in? Damn right he won’t. He’s back and everyone acts like it’s such a big thing, but truth be told, he isn’t gonna stick around here at all. He’s gonna stick around as long as he can get handed things by his little friends at the top like Benji and then he’s gonna f*ck off as soon as he has milked the teet dry. But me? I’m going to stay here, like I have for almost 7 years, and I will continue to work hard to put this place at the top.”
The fans stay silent.
Razor Xtreme: “I should be the one at the top! Not only am I the best in-ring wrestler today, I am also the best talker, the best commentator, the best General Manager, the best announcer, and hell, I’d say I’m the best damn looking guy here too.”
Razor smirks for a bit.
Razor Xtreme: “So you know what? I will no longer stand around and let this crap keep happening. It sickens me to have to face Ace Andrews in the main event tonight because Acey gets his free main event slot on his first night back courtesy of his best friend over there, and he hasn’t done crap to earn it. Next thing you know, he’ll be handed another world title shot. And if he fails, Greg will get one. And then another one of Benji’s friends. Meanwhile more deserving and very hard working competitors who also always get screwed over like Danny Diamond, Dante Cross, Jakob Azazel, and Azrael get thrown to the bottom of the barrel because they don’t kiss enough ass! I won’t stand for it anymore. I am starting a revolution. One man and his friends against the world.”
Razor turns to look at his manager and enforcer.
Razor Xtreme: “Because you know what? Benjamin Weaver might have the power to give free world title shots to all his little friends, but at the end of the day, this is MY TITLE and those shots will be against me, and you can damn well guarantee that I will prevent another ass kisser like Ace Andrews to become World Heavyweight Champion ever again! In just 2 short months, I will become the longest reigning World Champion of all time, and then I will be able to truly say that I am the greatest in all of XWA history!”
Razor drops the mic as ‘Zero Visibility’ begins to play throughout the arena. Surprisingly enough, a good amount of fans are, for the first time ever, cheering for Razor Xtreme. The crowd is split about 50/50 as Razor raises the world title above his head. He begins to march to the back as the show cuts to a quick commercial break, almost as if by panic from the higher-ups.[/i][/i]
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Gopher Love Bites
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Subject: Re: OS) Razor Xtreme - Untitled Wed Aug 05, 2015 5:54 am
Epic promo. Danny got a shout out that wasn't him getting badmouthed, too. <3
Pygmy The Downward Spiral
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Subject: Re: OS) Razor Xtreme - Untitled Wed Aug 05, 2015 6:16 am
Promo of the night.
Myke Main Eventer
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Subject: Re: OS) Razor Xtreme - Untitled Wed Aug 05, 2015 7:35 am
Oh shit. Razor going face or is there going to be a company war?
Batman I am Batman
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Subject: OS) Razor Xtreme - Untitled 
