Post by sh17 on Jun 15, 2009 18:01:01 GMT -6
Scene opens in the now vacant Austin Convention Center. Anything that indicated that 4 Up had been held in this place last night was gone. Not even the bloodstains were left, and all that remains are the seats. The camera zooms in on the top row of seats, where the lighting is scarce. The camera finds Vin Sin, one of the four competitors in last night's Cage of Death, sitting bent over with his head in his hands. Vin's head comes up, showing various cuts and wounds on his head from the blood fest last night.
Last night, the absolute destruction of the human body took place in the unforgiving steel cage that used to occupy that empty space of the arena. Not only that, others fought for pride and gold in matches that were grueling in their own rights. Before I explain the rest, I want to acknowledge two victories that occurred last night. The Alley Bratz took away the tag team titles from S&M last night, and Darth Vader beat out Cyan Nide and Nicky Scott to take over the Von Erich Memorial championship. Congratulations men, your victories were well-earned and well deserved. However, I issue a warning to you. Cherish those titles, and hold them close to your hearts. If myself and Marcus Ryan wanted those tag belts, or if either of us wanted to take that Memorial belt, we would with ease. However, at this point neither of those matter a damn bit to me. Last night, two people revealed their true colors, and those are the people who I need to address, who I need to direct my anger with.
Vin stands up from his seat, and walks over to the set of concrete stairs that transport the patron up or down depending on their destination. Slumping down on the top step, Vin sits with his back against the wall very Raven-like.
James Jackson, you along with myself, Johnny Moxie, and Chris Angel were the four men in Cage of Death last night. We were the last four standing that had a shot to become the first ever Bad Blood champion. You had stated if you won that match, and subsequently that title, that you would throw it down. If not for the actions of Matt Margera, you would have done that very thing. However, the notion that you would ever consider dis-owning a title that fifteen others were willing to mutilate themselves and others for should make you ashamed of yourself. Dis-regarding a belt that symbolizing this business, doing whatever you have to do, bleeding however much blood you must bleed, makes you nothing but sorry. One of the sorriest men I have ever met in my entire life. However, you still hold that title at this moment, but I declare now I have intentions of taking that distinction away from you. Even though I was not able to win Cage of Death, because I was trying to fight the good fight the right way and you tucked your tail between your legs and stood in the corner and watched. As far as I can see, you do not deserve to hold that title you do now, you did not earn it.
Vin takes a deep breath, looks around, and re-focuses on the camera.
However, you are only one of the people I need to address. Because, the man that forced you to keep the title I will take from you also is not in my favor at this very moment. Matt Margera, I guess you either can not here or do not listen well. I had made it very clear, crystal clear that I was going to fight 4 Up alone, without any help from Myke or Marcus. I even re-iterated my stance on this when Marcus and Myke showed up in Austin after my request to them to stay in Fort Worth. Yet, you felt the need to assault them when they tried to enter the arena. So, the question obviously materializes, why did you do it? Did you do it because you thought they would interfere on my behalf last night? No, you didn't. You're a smart man, Hell you even partook in some of my training when I came home to train at the Academy, I know you're an intelligent man. So, if that is not the reason why, then why would you do such a thing?
Vin stands up, and slowly begins walking down the stairs, taking each step with calculated precision.
I know why you did it Matt, none of the other idiots who sat in these seats last night may know why but I do. If you'll recall when I first formed the Young Gunz, I needed to make an impact with them. So, during an interview with Becky Price, I attacked some spare girl and tagged her with our letters. Gang tactics say some, attention getting I say. However, it wasn't revealed until some time later that it was Codi Shane. Matt, I know all about your little relationship with Codi Shane in the past, and how it goes all the way back to Summer Bash last year. You were quite the naughty naughty boy Matt, but that's OK. But, back on topic, you decided that instead of attacking me, coming after the person who thought up and executed that brutal attack on your former flame, you went behind the backs of my two associates, one of them who isn't even a wrestler. All because I brutalized the pretty little face of Codi Shane, and put her in the hospital. Well Matt, since you decided to be under-handed and shady, then let me one up you. I enjoyed that attacked, I absolutely adored making that little trollop bleed. I can not describe the pure joy I felt when I grabbed her by her precious little neck, and drove her face directly into the concrete. The crack of her bones against the unforgiving cold floor is a sound I will never forget as long as I live. And I know Codi won't forget it Matt, I can guarantee she won't.
Vin is now standing in the middle of the convention center, where the ring and cage both stood last night.
Matt Margera, if you want me, then I'm right here. If you ever want to fight me, then make it so. You're the co-owner now, you're my boss now. You can make that happen if you want it to. Because I can guarantee you one thing. If you attack my partner or my manager from behind again, I will think nothing else of doing the same thing to you that I did to Ms. Shane. Just, remember this. If I do have to come after you like a rabid dog, if I have to mirror the cowardly actions you took on Sunday, then rest assured I will make sure that when I put you in the hospital, you will be in there for a long time. All sins have a cost Matt, and if you continue to commit them, I will make sure that you pay for them.
Last night, the absolute destruction of the human body took place in the unforgiving steel cage that used to occupy that empty space of the arena. Not only that, others fought for pride and gold in matches that were grueling in their own rights. Before I explain the rest, I want to acknowledge two victories that occurred last night. The Alley Bratz took away the tag team titles from S&M last night, and Darth Vader beat out Cyan Nide and Nicky Scott to take over the Von Erich Memorial championship. Congratulations men, your victories were well-earned and well deserved. However, I issue a warning to you. Cherish those titles, and hold them close to your hearts. If myself and Marcus Ryan wanted those tag belts, or if either of us wanted to take that Memorial belt, we would with ease. However, at this point neither of those matter a damn bit to me. Last night, two people revealed their true colors, and those are the people who I need to address, who I need to direct my anger with.
Vin stands up from his seat, and walks over to the set of concrete stairs that transport the patron up or down depending on their destination. Slumping down on the top step, Vin sits with his back against the wall very Raven-like.
James Jackson, you along with myself, Johnny Moxie, and Chris Angel were the four men in Cage of Death last night. We were the last four standing that had a shot to become the first ever Bad Blood champion. You had stated if you won that match, and subsequently that title, that you would throw it down. If not for the actions of Matt Margera, you would have done that very thing. However, the notion that you would ever consider dis-owning a title that fifteen others were willing to mutilate themselves and others for should make you ashamed of yourself. Dis-regarding a belt that symbolizing this business, doing whatever you have to do, bleeding however much blood you must bleed, makes you nothing but sorry. One of the sorriest men I have ever met in my entire life. However, you still hold that title at this moment, but I declare now I have intentions of taking that distinction away from you. Even though I was not able to win Cage of Death, because I was trying to fight the good fight the right way and you tucked your tail between your legs and stood in the corner and watched. As far as I can see, you do not deserve to hold that title you do now, you did not earn it.
Vin takes a deep breath, looks around, and re-focuses on the camera.
However, you are only one of the people I need to address. Because, the man that forced you to keep the title I will take from you also is not in my favor at this very moment. Matt Margera, I guess you either can not here or do not listen well. I had made it very clear, crystal clear that I was going to fight 4 Up alone, without any help from Myke or Marcus. I even re-iterated my stance on this when Marcus and Myke showed up in Austin after my request to them to stay in Fort Worth. Yet, you felt the need to assault them when they tried to enter the arena. So, the question obviously materializes, why did you do it? Did you do it because you thought they would interfere on my behalf last night? No, you didn't. You're a smart man, Hell you even partook in some of my training when I came home to train at the Academy, I know you're an intelligent man. So, if that is not the reason why, then why would you do such a thing?
Vin stands up, and slowly begins walking down the stairs, taking each step with calculated precision.
I know why you did it Matt, none of the other idiots who sat in these seats last night may know why but I do. If you'll recall when I first formed the Young Gunz, I needed to make an impact with them. So, during an interview with Becky Price, I attacked some spare girl and tagged her with our letters. Gang tactics say some, attention getting I say. However, it wasn't revealed until some time later that it was Codi Shane. Matt, I know all about your little relationship with Codi Shane in the past, and how it goes all the way back to Summer Bash last year. You were quite the naughty naughty boy Matt, but that's OK. But, back on topic, you decided that instead of attacking me, coming after the person who thought up and executed that brutal attack on your former flame, you went behind the backs of my two associates, one of them who isn't even a wrestler. All because I brutalized the pretty little face of Codi Shane, and put her in the hospital. Well Matt, since you decided to be under-handed and shady, then let me one up you. I enjoyed that attacked, I absolutely adored making that little trollop bleed. I can not describe the pure joy I felt when I grabbed her by her precious little neck, and drove her face directly into the concrete. The crack of her bones against the unforgiving cold floor is a sound I will never forget as long as I live. And I know Codi won't forget it Matt, I can guarantee she won't.
Vin is now standing in the middle of the convention center, where the ring and cage both stood last night.
Matt Margera, if you want me, then I'm right here. If you ever want to fight me, then make it so. You're the co-owner now, you're my boss now. You can make that happen if you want it to. Because I can guarantee you one thing. If you attack my partner or my manager from behind again, I will think nothing else of doing the same thing to you that I did to Ms. Shane. Just, remember this. If I do have to come after you like a rabid dog, if I have to mirror the cowardly actions you took on Sunday, then rest assured I will make sure that when I put you in the hospital, you will be in there for a long time. All sins have a cost Matt, and if you continue to commit them, I will make sure that you pay for them.