Post by Madman on Sept 15, 2013 19:05:05 GMT -5
"Canada, your heavyweight champion has arrived!"
"I stand before you leaps and bounds above everyone else on this roster. I told you since day one that it was all but a foregone conclusion that at the end of the Canadian Tour Tournament I, Chris Madison, would stand alone as the first ever CXP Champion!"
"The hype around Dick Fury was simply that, hype. There's never been any body of work to judge Fury. He's gotten by week after week using every underhanded tactic he can think of. Someone once said that if you're not cheating, you're not trying hard enough."
"I had a simple solution for you cheating ways didn't I Dick? Tell me, is your throat still all coarse? I hope you had enough decency to at least thank the ref for saving your life. Had it not been him I would have crushed your trachea without remorse! Simply to just silence you! The game plan has worked because a week went by without some sleazy Internet video and bad dick jokes. You may not have tapped out but you sure as hell were in no condition to continue, apparently you still aren't. Where are you Dick? For some reason Angelo wants to give you another shot, as if the outcome could be different this time around. Like I have been saying...it doesn't matter who he stands across from me the result never changes."
"Chris Madison always wins."
"This week I get to remind the other half of the equation of just that. Pat Gordon Jr has some how hijacked a position in this Heavyweight championship match. I'll never understand, especially when a guy like Brett Starr continues to dazzle in that ring, remaining undefeated."
"Way to make it blatantly obvious just who your favorites are Angelo. Don't hold it back at all. Real professional...that's what's wrong with professional wrestling. Promoters let their personal relationship effect the scheduling. This place is no different than anywhere else, and something must be done about it!"
A large black Cadillac Escalade pulls into the parking lot of the Best Western Plus in Kamloops, British Columbia. Inside the Escalade was Chris Madison and his business manager, Frankie Morrison. Chris sat in the passenger seat fighting to stay awake. He sunk down on the gray leather seat wearing a pair of blue jeans, flip flops, and an orange Harley Davidson t-shirt. Frankie punched the car into park and looked over at Madison who was unfazed by the sudden halt in movement. Frankie fought back the laughter as he watched Chris's head violently bob up and down.
Frankie reached into his pinstriped black slacks and pulled out his iPhone. With a press of the button the time displays across the screen. "Just in time", he mumbles to himself while unbuckling the seatbelt which secured him in place. He flipped down the sun visor and peered into the small mirror. He glided his fingers through his hair, reassuring its place slicked towards the rear of his head. He took a second look at Madison who still has yet to move. Frankie intentionally cleared his throat to get Madison's attention.
Madison stirred in his seat but remained groggy and in a trance. Frankie reached across the front interior and backhanded Chris on the shoulder, finally awakening Chris from his slumber. "Wake up Chris. We're here", he sternly informed him.
Chris fought through the rasp of an early morning voice and groaned, "Already? That was quick. What time is it?"
"Eleven forty five", Frankie quickly responded before reaching down and bringing a small styrofoam cup filled with black coffee to his lips.
Madison surveyed his surroundings while rubbing the crust from the corner of his eyes. Scanning toward the drivers side his eyes open up nice and wide while a smile cracks through his weary demeanor. "Oh thanks honey, you shouldn't have", he sarcastically badgered Frankie while taking a second styrofoam cup out of his hand.
"Real funny Chris. You're such a riot", he mocked while displaying a plastic smile of his own. "Come on, lets get you checked in so you can rest up for your tag match."
Madison huffed like child being woken up to go to school. He opened his door and stepped out of the Escalade. Madison canvassed the parking lot and hotel in front of him while squinting his eyes from the beating sun. "And where the fuck are we", he demanded to know while raising a hand over his brows to shield it from the bright sunlight.
Expecting a wise crack from his client, Frankie looked around for bystanders before mumbling, "Kamloops".
Chris bursted out in laughter causing Frankie's face to turn a beet red. "Campbell Soup?" Chris slapped his belly and wiped the tears from his eyes. "Where the fuck do they come up with the names of these cities? Medicine Hat, Campbell Soup, I can't wait to see where they book me next..."
Frankie shamefully shook his head while walking closer to Madison. "You know you're a real wise ass when you're tired." Frankie slammed the passenger door, releasing some of his frustration.
"Whoa, relax big guy. You sound like one of the bad snickers commercials. Did you know you're a real dick when you're stressed out", Madison followed up with to intentionally antagonize Morrison. "You really need to get some kind of hobby. You know something to relieve the stress. Take up golf or maybe pottery. I can definitely picture you making a sweet clay vase!"
Frankie ignored Chris at this point and made his way to the hotel entrance. Chris slowly accompanied his business manager and the two walked into the main lobby. Upon entering Chris paused for a moment and scoffed at the less than stellar appearance. He turned to Frankie and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Well played sir..."
Frankie tilted his head slightly higher than normal, pleased with himself before walking up to the check out counter. He placed his bags on the ground by his feet and rested his elbows on the counter waiting for the concierge to acknowledge him. Chris stood about an arms length behind him with his back towards the counter, mapping out the musky lobby.
Frankie cleared his throat to get the young woman's attention. Her head was tunneled into the computer in front of her. Her blonde hair pulled back and neatly wrapped in a bun. Black designer glasses sat on the tip of her nose. Without making eye contact she firmly informed Frankie, "I'll be with you in one second sir!"
The sass in her voice caught the attention of Madison. He spun around and faced the counter looking over the young woman who was diligently working. After making eye contact with each other Frankie raised his hands up and shook his head in disbelief. "Oh I like her", Chris exclaimed while patting Morrison on the back.
The young concierge finished her work and looked up at the waiting guests. Her tone changed to a more bubbly approach. "Welcome to the Best Western Plus in..."
Madison jokingly cuts her off, "Campbell Soup..."
Initially unamused she looks passed Frankie at the source of the wisecrack. She quickly does an one eighty from the no nonsense, professional, concierge to high pitched, squealing, teeny bopper. "Oh My God", she screamed with an ear piercing tone. "No way. I can't believe Chris Madison is standing in my hotel, at my front desk!"
Frankie buried his head into his hands while Chris soaked in her excitement. With a jokingly violent rub of Frankie's shoulders, Chris tried to lighten his mood. "Excuse me Frankie, the champ must introduce himself to a fan!"
"Can't we just check in and go to our rooms", he whined while impatiently tapping his fingers on top of the counter.
"It's not everyday she gets blessed with the presence of someone like myself here in Camel Poop Canada." Madison brushed Frankie aside slightly and pressed up against the counter. "Well good morning gorgeous!"
"Good morning Mr. Madison. I'm sorry." She paused for a moment to recollect her composure. "I can't believe the Canadian X Pro Heavyweight Champion is standing in front of me."
"Obviously you're a fan, you know why I'm here. Check for a reservation...should be two rooms under Morrison." Madison looked back at Frankie as she typed the name in the computer. "Hopefully the rooms are ready. I'm exhausted. I just flew in from Greece."
Her head rose as the typing stopped. "Oh gosh, poor thing...you must be exhausted. Let me see what I can do." She quickly went back to typing but was a bit more personable this time, making small talk while checking the reservation. "How was it? Greece I mean. Must be nice to get to see the world like that, all because of a Canadian wrestling promotion."
Chris was quick to correct the young woman. "It was gorgeous just like Paris before that. But it wasn't CXP that sent me. I was traveling for a different promotion. CXP is too small time to send its wrestlers abroad like that."
"I wish I was able to see the world. Unfortunately I'm rooted here. My boyfriend just got promoted to head supervisor at a local sporting goods store. In fact the only traveling I do is through the stories of my guests." She pouted thinking of how trapped she feels in her life. Suddenly that pout disappeared and the ecstatic concierge informed Madison of the news. "Well unfortunately your rooms will not be ready to about three. But I do have a suite open, I can transfer your reservation to the suite with no change of price. It's just going to be unused."
Madison looked back at Frankie to reiterate the options. "You got that Frankie? Are rooms aren't going to be ready until three. But we can stay in the suite instead for the same price as your two rooms. Isn't that nice of this young lady?" He turned his attention realizing he had never gotten her name. Madison read the nameplate on the outermost garment of her uniform. "Heather..."
Frankie had about enough of Chris's antics and his body language showed it. His hands were tucked into his pockets as he slouched forward. "Yeah that's swell...", he grunted.
"I'll tell you what, I've got to have something here I can give you for your generosity." Madison dug through his pockets coming up empty handed. He swung his backpack to the front and put it on the counter digging though that.
"Mr. Madison...", she seductively moaned grabbing the full attention of the heavyweight champion. "No need for any of that. I'll be front row on Monday night. I got my boyfriend tickets weeks ago. Seeing you perform will be more than enough."
"You hear that Frankie? Seeing me out in that ring is more than enough for her. Ahh the pleasures of being the champ." Chris zipped his backpack up and put his arms back through the straps. He turns and starts to walk away after being handed the room keys. Chris only makes it a few steps before putting on the brakes. The concierge watched curiously with every step and became a bit antsy with every twitch of Madison's body. He approached the counter and placed both hands down. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't leave a lasting impression with you. You obviously know where my room is. When you get off come up before you leave, I'll take good care of you."
The young lady blushes and and places her hand over her mouth to cover a smile. Chris and Frankie march away towards the lobby elevators with their bags in hand. Chris periodically turns his head back towards the front desk to reassure the woman if the offer on the table. The scene cuts out.
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The grungy home video stylings from a handheld camcorder fade the scene back in. The sole light source comes from a bathroom light which was left on. The ruffling sound of people moving underneath the bed sheets breaks up the evenings silence. The familiar face of the hotels concierge escapes from the sheets and scampers to the bathroom, covering up her more private parts. Chris Madison rolls out his legs to the side of the bed after adjusting himself under the sheets. The portable video camera sat on the night stand and Chris turned his head towards it as the water from the shower is heard being turned on.
"We're a couple of weeks removed from the day the Madison era began. A couple of weeks away from when I nearly choked the life out of Angelo's precious little pet, Dick Fury!"
"It's no secret that since I've stepped foot in the CXP I have been more than vocal about my disdain for people like Angelo in this industry. They never seem to be able to separate their personal vendettas with business. I don't know where the love affair began but you've got a real hard on for this guy Ang. Enough of a hard on to grant him a heavyweight title shot after losing a championship match. Is that what Canada is about? Rewarding the losers? I feel like I'm in the god damn twilight zone!"
"To put the icing on the cake, that ass clown of a COO you hired throws Pat Gordon Junior in the match. I guy that not only I beat, but Dick did as well. What makes him deserving? Nothing but the mere fact that was the finals you wanted. Pat Gordon Jr versus Dick Fury for the heavyweight championship. Well I'm not letting your dream match happen. And I'm not about to let either of your puppets take this strap from me!"
"I will admit though...for once you did something that is good for business. This week you teamed me up with the only other guy who has proven himself week after week in CXP. And much like me, his vocal personality has rubbed you the wrong way. Brett Starr has proven time and time again that no matter who you put in front of him, he's game for the challenge. No matter where you scrounge up these pitiful athletes that call themselves wrestlers he seems to pull out the win. He's a resilient little bastard isn't he. That's exactly why we'll get along splendidly in the ring. We share a natural and healthy hatred for our boss."
"I just hope you realize what you've done by aligning us. I hope you realize the monster you've created. Neither of us know what it's like to lose in the great white north, teaming us together against the likes of Pat Gordon Junior and Greyson Blaze is supposed to be the bump in our road to forging a legacy never to be forgotten? Please...a thief and an overrated zealous youngster. Examples need to be made because you obviously can't fathom what we're capable of. Who better to set straight than Greyson Blaze?"
"Your much of an unknown Greyson. One of these mercenaries that Angel tried to hire to reshape this precious little company. I guess if you couldn't beat Brett for the title you might as well take what you rightfully des...right because you earned it by doing what? Losing two straight matches to Brett? Yeah you're deserving, of an ass whooping. You see I'm an old school thinker. You know an eye for an eye. If it were up to me I'd break your damn hand off so you'll never steal from me again. Luckily for you, you're not my headache. Your Brett's problem and rest assured, I'm gonna do everything in my power to allow him all the time he needs to teach you a god damn lesson!"
"My main focus is to knock some sense into you Patty. Just when you earn an ounce of my respect you go ahead and take some free handouts from the corporate figure heads. You know you don't belong in a title match with me. Yet you'll stroll down to the ring at the Bruise Cruise fully ready to try and cash in on an unmerited opportunity. I can't say that I blame you. You'd be a fool to ever turn down a shot at glory. But that's not what you're about. For a guy who prides himself on doing the right thing an earning everything he gets, it's surprising you haven't broke your silence yet."
"The last time we met in the ring I knocked you back down to reality. You thought you were going to be the white knight and save the CXP from me being crowned the champ. You were going to save them from my undeniable reign as heavyweight champion. Snap or tap is how I think you put it. Well just as sure as the sun rises in the morning and sets in the evening, I won and took this company by storm. I put your pathetic shoulders to the mat and pinned you in the middle of the ring. Like me of hate me you can't deny that inside that ring I'm a straight up beast! You may not like my arrogance, you may not like my mouth, but you can't deny my unquestionable dominance inside the squared circle. A dominance that you witnessed first hand Patty."
"Do yourself a favor and warn Greyson before you come to the ring. Inform him of the dangers of mixing it up with me. Let him know what you guys have gotten yourselves into. It's the right thing to do Patty, and that's what you ride yourself on right? On a daily basis I hurt people for fun. I travel the world and step in that ring in front of the masses. I'm not confined to a small part of the world like the most of you. While you dream of living the rockstar life, traveling the world and simply owning it, I'm living it. I have brought more class and culture to this world title in my two weeks as champion than Angelo could ever try to. I'm taking this company to new heights...not Angelo, not Dick Fury, not Pat Gordon Jr, and surely not Greyson Blaze! Me! I define the CXP and as far as I have a pulse in my body that won't change!"
"Pit whoever you want against me Angelo, just like Dick Fury, I'll choke 'em out till their lives flash before their eyes! I will show no mercy. Mercy is for the weak and I'm the toughest son of a bitch you have on this roster!"
Chris reached down and turned off the camcorder sending the picture to white snow and static...
"I stand before you leaps and bounds above everyone else on this roster. I told you since day one that it was all but a foregone conclusion that at the end of the Canadian Tour Tournament I, Chris Madison, would stand alone as the first ever CXP Champion!"
"The hype around Dick Fury was simply that, hype. There's never been any body of work to judge Fury. He's gotten by week after week using every underhanded tactic he can think of. Someone once said that if you're not cheating, you're not trying hard enough."
"I had a simple solution for you cheating ways didn't I Dick? Tell me, is your throat still all coarse? I hope you had enough decency to at least thank the ref for saving your life. Had it not been him I would have crushed your trachea without remorse! Simply to just silence you! The game plan has worked because a week went by without some sleazy Internet video and bad dick jokes. You may not have tapped out but you sure as hell were in no condition to continue, apparently you still aren't. Where are you Dick? For some reason Angelo wants to give you another shot, as if the outcome could be different this time around. Like I have been saying...it doesn't matter who he stands across from me the result never changes."
"Chris Madison always wins."
"This week I get to remind the other half of the equation of just that. Pat Gordon Jr has some how hijacked a position in this Heavyweight championship match. I'll never understand, especially when a guy like Brett Starr continues to dazzle in that ring, remaining undefeated."
"Way to make it blatantly obvious just who your favorites are Angelo. Don't hold it back at all. Real professional...that's what's wrong with professional wrestling. Promoters let their personal relationship effect the scheduling. This place is no different than anywhere else, and something must be done about it!"
Sunday, September 15th, 2013
Best Western Plus, Kamloops, British Columbia
11:45 A.M.
Best Western Plus, Kamloops, British Columbia
11:45 A.M.
A large black Cadillac Escalade pulls into the parking lot of the Best Western Plus in Kamloops, British Columbia. Inside the Escalade was Chris Madison and his business manager, Frankie Morrison. Chris sat in the passenger seat fighting to stay awake. He sunk down on the gray leather seat wearing a pair of blue jeans, flip flops, and an orange Harley Davidson t-shirt. Frankie punched the car into park and looked over at Madison who was unfazed by the sudden halt in movement. Frankie fought back the laughter as he watched Chris's head violently bob up and down.
Frankie reached into his pinstriped black slacks and pulled out his iPhone. With a press of the button the time displays across the screen. "Just in time", he mumbles to himself while unbuckling the seatbelt which secured him in place. He flipped down the sun visor and peered into the small mirror. He glided his fingers through his hair, reassuring its place slicked towards the rear of his head. He took a second look at Madison who still has yet to move. Frankie intentionally cleared his throat to get Madison's attention.
Madison stirred in his seat but remained groggy and in a trance. Frankie reached across the front interior and backhanded Chris on the shoulder, finally awakening Chris from his slumber. "Wake up Chris. We're here", he sternly informed him.
Chris fought through the rasp of an early morning voice and groaned, "Already? That was quick. What time is it?"
"Eleven forty five", Frankie quickly responded before reaching down and bringing a small styrofoam cup filled with black coffee to his lips.
Madison surveyed his surroundings while rubbing the crust from the corner of his eyes. Scanning toward the drivers side his eyes open up nice and wide while a smile cracks through his weary demeanor. "Oh thanks honey, you shouldn't have", he sarcastically badgered Frankie while taking a second styrofoam cup out of his hand.
"Real funny Chris. You're such a riot", he mocked while displaying a plastic smile of his own. "Come on, lets get you checked in so you can rest up for your tag match."
Madison huffed like child being woken up to go to school. He opened his door and stepped out of the Escalade. Madison canvassed the parking lot and hotel in front of him while squinting his eyes from the beating sun. "And where the fuck are we", he demanded to know while raising a hand over his brows to shield it from the bright sunlight.
Expecting a wise crack from his client, Frankie looked around for bystanders before mumbling, "Kamloops".
Chris bursted out in laughter causing Frankie's face to turn a beet red. "Campbell Soup?" Chris slapped his belly and wiped the tears from his eyes. "Where the fuck do they come up with the names of these cities? Medicine Hat, Campbell Soup, I can't wait to see where they book me next..."
Frankie shamefully shook his head while walking closer to Madison. "You know you're a real wise ass when you're tired." Frankie slammed the passenger door, releasing some of his frustration.
"Whoa, relax big guy. You sound like one of the bad snickers commercials. Did you know you're a real dick when you're stressed out", Madison followed up with to intentionally antagonize Morrison. "You really need to get some kind of hobby. You know something to relieve the stress. Take up golf or maybe pottery. I can definitely picture you making a sweet clay vase!"
Frankie ignored Chris at this point and made his way to the hotel entrance. Chris slowly accompanied his business manager and the two walked into the main lobby. Upon entering Chris paused for a moment and scoffed at the less than stellar appearance. He turned to Frankie and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Well played sir..."
Frankie tilted his head slightly higher than normal, pleased with himself before walking up to the check out counter. He placed his bags on the ground by his feet and rested his elbows on the counter waiting for the concierge to acknowledge him. Chris stood about an arms length behind him with his back towards the counter, mapping out the musky lobby.
Frankie cleared his throat to get the young woman's attention. Her head was tunneled into the computer in front of her. Her blonde hair pulled back and neatly wrapped in a bun. Black designer glasses sat on the tip of her nose. Without making eye contact she firmly informed Frankie, "I'll be with you in one second sir!"
The sass in her voice caught the attention of Madison. He spun around and faced the counter looking over the young woman who was diligently working. After making eye contact with each other Frankie raised his hands up and shook his head in disbelief. "Oh I like her", Chris exclaimed while patting Morrison on the back.
The young concierge finished her work and looked up at the waiting guests. Her tone changed to a more bubbly approach. "Welcome to the Best Western Plus in..."
Madison jokingly cuts her off, "Campbell Soup..."
Initially unamused she looks passed Frankie at the source of the wisecrack. She quickly does an one eighty from the no nonsense, professional, concierge to high pitched, squealing, teeny bopper. "Oh My God", she screamed with an ear piercing tone. "No way. I can't believe Chris Madison is standing in my hotel, at my front desk!"
Frankie buried his head into his hands while Chris soaked in her excitement. With a jokingly violent rub of Frankie's shoulders, Chris tried to lighten his mood. "Excuse me Frankie, the champ must introduce himself to a fan!"
"Can't we just check in and go to our rooms", he whined while impatiently tapping his fingers on top of the counter.
"It's not everyday she gets blessed with the presence of someone like myself here in Camel Poop Canada." Madison brushed Frankie aside slightly and pressed up against the counter. "Well good morning gorgeous!"
"Good morning Mr. Madison. I'm sorry." She paused for a moment to recollect her composure. "I can't believe the Canadian X Pro Heavyweight Champion is standing in front of me."
"Obviously you're a fan, you know why I'm here. Check for a reservation...should be two rooms under Morrison." Madison looked back at Frankie as she typed the name in the computer. "Hopefully the rooms are ready. I'm exhausted. I just flew in from Greece."
Her head rose as the typing stopped. "Oh gosh, poor thing...you must be exhausted. Let me see what I can do." She quickly went back to typing but was a bit more personable this time, making small talk while checking the reservation. "How was it? Greece I mean. Must be nice to get to see the world like that, all because of a Canadian wrestling promotion."
Chris was quick to correct the young woman. "It was gorgeous just like Paris before that. But it wasn't CXP that sent me. I was traveling for a different promotion. CXP is too small time to send its wrestlers abroad like that."
"I wish I was able to see the world. Unfortunately I'm rooted here. My boyfriend just got promoted to head supervisor at a local sporting goods store. In fact the only traveling I do is through the stories of my guests." She pouted thinking of how trapped she feels in her life. Suddenly that pout disappeared and the ecstatic concierge informed Madison of the news. "Well unfortunately your rooms will not be ready to about three. But I do have a suite open, I can transfer your reservation to the suite with no change of price. It's just going to be unused."
Madison looked back at Frankie to reiterate the options. "You got that Frankie? Are rooms aren't going to be ready until three. But we can stay in the suite instead for the same price as your two rooms. Isn't that nice of this young lady?" He turned his attention realizing he had never gotten her name. Madison read the nameplate on the outermost garment of her uniform. "Heather..."
Frankie had about enough of Chris's antics and his body language showed it. His hands were tucked into his pockets as he slouched forward. "Yeah that's swell...", he grunted.
"I'll tell you what, I've got to have something here I can give you for your generosity." Madison dug through his pockets coming up empty handed. He swung his backpack to the front and put it on the counter digging though that.
"Mr. Madison...", she seductively moaned grabbing the full attention of the heavyweight champion. "No need for any of that. I'll be front row on Monday night. I got my boyfriend tickets weeks ago. Seeing you perform will be more than enough."
"You hear that Frankie? Seeing me out in that ring is more than enough for her. Ahh the pleasures of being the champ." Chris zipped his backpack up and put his arms back through the straps. He turns and starts to walk away after being handed the room keys. Chris only makes it a few steps before putting on the brakes. The concierge watched curiously with every step and became a bit antsy with every twitch of Madison's body. He approached the counter and placed both hands down. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't leave a lasting impression with you. You obviously know where my room is. When you get off come up before you leave, I'll take good care of you."
The young lady blushes and and places her hand over her mouth to cover a smile. Chris and Frankie march away towards the lobby elevators with their bags in hand. Chris periodically turns his head back towards the front desk to reassure the woman if the offer on the table. The scene cuts out.
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The grungy home video stylings from a handheld camcorder fade the scene back in. The sole light source comes from a bathroom light which was left on. The ruffling sound of people moving underneath the bed sheets breaks up the evenings silence. The familiar face of the hotels concierge escapes from the sheets and scampers to the bathroom, covering up her more private parts. Chris Madison rolls out his legs to the side of the bed after adjusting himself under the sheets. The portable video camera sat on the night stand and Chris turned his head towards it as the water from the shower is heard being turned on.
"We're a couple of weeks removed from the day the Madison era began. A couple of weeks away from when I nearly choked the life out of Angelo's precious little pet, Dick Fury!"
"It's no secret that since I've stepped foot in the CXP I have been more than vocal about my disdain for people like Angelo in this industry. They never seem to be able to separate their personal vendettas with business. I don't know where the love affair began but you've got a real hard on for this guy Ang. Enough of a hard on to grant him a heavyweight title shot after losing a championship match. Is that what Canada is about? Rewarding the losers? I feel like I'm in the god damn twilight zone!"
"To put the icing on the cake, that ass clown of a COO you hired throws Pat Gordon Junior in the match. I guy that not only I beat, but Dick did as well. What makes him deserving? Nothing but the mere fact that was the finals you wanted. Pat Gordon Jr versus Dick Fury for the heavyweight championship. Well I'm not letting your dream match happen. And I'm not about to let either of your puppets take this strap from me!"
"I will admit though...for once you did something that is good for business. This week you teamed me up with the only other guy who has proven himself week after week in CXP. And much like me, his vocal personality has rubbed you the wrong way. Brett Starr has proven time and time again that no matter who you put in front of him, he's game for the challenge. No matter where you scrounge up these pitiful athletes that call themselves wrestlers he seems to pull out the win. He's a resilient little bastard isn't he. That's exactly why we'll get along splendidly in the ring. We share a natural and healthy hatred for our boss."
"I just hope you realize what you've done by aligning us. I hope you realize the monster you've created. Neither of us know what it's like to lose in the great white north, teaming us together against the likes of Pat Gordon Junior and Greyson Blaze is supposed to be the bump in our road to forging a legacy never to be forgotten? Please...a thief and an overrated zealous youngster. Examples need to be made because you obviously can't fathom what we're capable of. Who better to set straight than Greyson Blaze?"
"Your much of an unknown Greyson. One of these mercenaries that Angel tried to hire to reshape this precious little company. I guess if you couldn't beat Brett for the title you might as well take what you rightfully des...right because you earned it by doing what? Losing two straight matches to Brett? Yeah you're deserving, of an ass whooping. You see I'm an old school thinker. You know an eye for an eye. If it were up to me I'd break your damn hand off so you'll never steal from me again. Luckily for you, you're not my headache. Your Brett's problem and rest assured, I'm gonna do everything in my power to allow him all the time he needs to teach you a god damn lesson!"
"My main focus is to knock some sense into you Patty. Just when you earn an ounce of my respect you go ahead and take some free handouts from the corporate figure heads. You know you don't belong in a title match with me. Yet you'll stroll down to the ring at the Bruise Cruise fully ready to try and cash in on an unmerited opportunity. I can't say that I blame you. You'd be a fool to ever turn down a shot at glory. But that's not what you're about. For a guy who prides himself on doing the right thing an earning everything he gets, it's surprising you haven't broke your silence yet."
"The last time we met in the ring I knocked you back down to reality. You thought you were going to be the white knight and save the CXP from me being crowned the champ. You were going to save them from my undeniable reign as heavyweight champion. Snap or tap is how I think you put it. Well just as sure as the sun rises in the morning and sets in the evening, I won and took this company by storm. I put your pathetic shoulders to the mat and pinned you in the middle of the ring. Like me of hate me you can't deny that inside that ring I'm a straight up beast! You may not like my arrogance, you may not like my mouth, but you can't deny my unquestionable dominance inside the squared circle. A dominance that you witnessed first hand Patty."
"Do yourself a favor and warn Greyson before you come to the ring. Inform him of the dangers of mixing it up with me. Let him know what you guys have gotten yourselves into. It's the right thing to do Patty, and that's what you ride yourself on right? On a daily basis I hurt people for fun. I travel the world and step in that ring in front of the masses. I'm not confined to a small part of the world like the most of you. While you dream of living the rockstar life, traveling the world and simply owning it, I'm living it. I have brought more class and culture to this world title in my two weeks as champion than Angelo could ever try to. I'm taking this company to new heights...not Angelo, not Dick Fury, not Pat Gordon Jr, and surely not Greyson Blaze! Me! I define the CXP and as far as I have a pulse in my body that won't change!"
"Pit whoever you want against me Angelo, just like Dick Fury, I'll choke 'em out till their lives flash before their eyes! I will show no mercy. Mercy is for the weak and I'm the toughest son of a bitch you have on this roster!"
Chris reached down and turned off the camcorder sending the picture to white snow and static...
