The Time has Come

[Versus & Tiger]

Sports Nutz Wrestling Presents
Wrestlestock II
March 27th, 2010
Live from the Cowboys' Stadium
Arlington, Texas
Balance of Power Scaffold Match
Matt Margera vs "The Modern Day Hero" James Jackson vs Jack Clinton vs Versus Vince vs Andy Lionheart vs "The American Lab Rat" Tyler Guevara
The Time has Come

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Muffled noise of voices is heard in the background of a parking lot, with none of them being able to be audible due to the hub bub and the noises of the traffic all around. The sky is black as tar, with a few stars sparkling over the velvet like surface; their glittering effect goes dim in front of the flashy lights all around. And just then, the camera picks up something different in the sea of people; a man walking down the zebra crossing to the graveled pavement to be diffused in another swarm of happy people. Men and women brushing past him looks at his eyes, the nature of his isn't quite welcomed around in the city of colors for he acts as a stream of joy. The motion of the man doesn't come to a halt as men and women shows their discomfort toward him, rather gets him to walk off the place. Soon the man hits the graveled pavement and diffuses in the flow of people, but the camera becomes able to keep a track of him by following him. Moans and shouts of discomfort are heard as the figure hurries through the flow in a chaotic nature, pushing his elbow all around to make space for him to pace up. The camera man follows the footstep and follows the young man all around before the man takes a turn and gets inside a dark alley. The man behind the camera stops for a moment as he reaches in front of the alley; the place is dark and filthy though the entrance to it is partially illuminated by the neon light on the restaurant of the other side. Hesitating a bit, the camera man decides to follow the guy and ends up getting teleported in the kingdom of darkness. The darkness all around doesn't let the camera to catch up anything, except the grey walls that stands along. A sudden scratching noise gets picked up by the microphone before a spark is seen in the end of the alley. The footstep of the one behind the camera is heard as the frame wobbles upon the charge of his. The intensity of the spark of light soon increases, making the area a bit visible to the audiences behind the television. The end of the alley is almost like most of them around, blocked with the back wall of a building on the other side, though the place seems clean. The source of the light is a white candle, burning with a blazing flame over a plywood table which is used widely in wrestling matches. The figure followed is seen to be on the other side of the wooden furniture, sitting over a black steel chair, still being under the veil of shadow.

"You see, I resent this place. I hate every bit of it. Nothing seems to matter here in the cruel darkness. People were discouraged by my entergeticness, but that didn't trouble me. This scene here troubles me. I hate that every time I walk around Texas, I'm that weird little kid wearing summer clothes, with long flowing hair, running around like a chicken with its head cut off. I hate that when I walk down the road, I get threatened, or I get laughed at for wearing clothes like this, not cutting him hair, and running in public. Isn't that the day? The day where I can barely walk down the streets I work in. Its like, you live in Texas! You're used to jeans in the summer! Why should shorts in the winter count? I'm serious. But, since winter is dying, I guess those thoughts should too. The Texans need to nut up or shut up. Not saying all Texans in general, just the ones that don't matter. Not saying there are a lot, I mean the Von Erichs matter. Everyone in the good company of Sports Nutz Wrestling matter. All of them, except for one. That one, is Tyler Guevara. Or, as Jack Clinton calls him, Paco Mexicana. Paco, listen up, and listen now. I know you don't like me, and frankly, I hate your freakin' guts. Let's just get one thing straight, Wrestlestock II, is MY night. I don't want you to solemnly aim for me in the match, because I wouldn't do that to you. I beat you once, you attacked me, I beat you twice, you attacked me, now, when I beat you again, you better do anything but attack me. You come anywhere near me after I win, it'll be the end of you. Remember that, Guevara.

And Matt Margera, your probably the worst of them all. You've disrespected me more than Tyler, and that's saying a lot. You see, Guevara attacked me physically... but that doesn't match up to the verbal abuse you payed me with. The Sports Nutz are very bad people, and I've always been told not to hang around a bad crowd. So, Matt, if you're in that crowd, you should probably get out. I may be young, but I do make my own decisions. I have decided that at Wrestlestock II, if I don't win, neither will you. If I don't win, it'll be Jackson, Clinton, Lionheart, or even Tyler. Not you, though. You will not win tonight, whether I do or not. I'm going to punish you for the disrespect you showed me. I'm going to make sure that you're reign of dominance is stopped, and I'll make sure that mine continues. Yeah, my team lost the tag match last week, but I mean... C'mon, I was pinned, submitted, or counted out. And even after Wrestlestock II's Balance of Power Scaffold match, things will remain that way. I don't care if you get the bosses to screw me over, I'll still be the man in SNW who has not been pinned, submitted, or counted out. But... the Scaffold match wont matter, I'll be the victor.

Andy Lionheart, you have yet to speak, huh? Well, just know, that even though I'm rootin' for ya, I'm gonna win. You have everything it takes to win the Scaffold match, and if not me, it should be you. But that doesn't matter, 'cause it will be me. I couldn't be any more confiident right now than I already am. I am ready to go out to that match, and beat you, beat James, beat Tyler, beat Margera, and beat Clinton. You don't have your tag team partner to save you. I'm going to win, and you will be a loser. You will lose like the other men.

James Jackson, you seem confident, don't you? You responded to my comments, and I'd have to say, that even with solid reasoning, I stand by my word. You shouldn't be so hardcore if you don't like to be. You shouldn't be so dominant if you don't want to be. There isn't much really to say about, except that yours and Margera's grudge will be keeping the two of you at each other's ankles as I march to the top of the Scaffold and get the win. I will go on to face Vincent Matthews whenever necessary, unless of course, Vincent Matthews isn't the champion, but after being here long enough, I know how SNW is. Matthews is always the champion. There is nothing that will stop that.

So, I guess all that's left is too move on to the 'man of the night' Mr. I talk too much because I'm really confident.' Jack Clinton, you've seriously talked so much I can't even respond. First, you said that I've made an impact, that I'm skillful, but the match is your match... I beg to frickin' differ, Jack! I'm going to win! I don't want this promo of mine to turn out being another reason for you to respond, so let me tell it to you straight, I'm young, I'm cocky, I'm skillful, I'm confident, and I have made an impact, but there is nothing about that responding in a negative way. All of that points to the top, it points to the top of the scaffold, it points to the top of the world, it points to the top of life. If your like me, you don't have to stay in areas like this one. You wont have to do all these amazing things that no one really cares about but you do anyway. You just have to keep living life, playing with the cards you are dealt. And lets just say, in my hand, I hold two aces, and there are three on the table. Its not possible, but it happens anyway. You don't know how much I want this victory. I used to say I didn't care about winning, I don't really care, honestly. I just can't continue without knowing I've done good. Well, this match will affect the way I win every single match. I need this win, and I need to be that guy that beats Vincent Matthews. I have to be that guy, and I don't think any of you can do it, because you've been here forever and still can't beat him, I'm the fresh meat, I have to do it. I have to be the one. So, I'm not asking anyone to throw the match, I'm just asking for your understanding that the match is mine. You don't have to pull three promos out of your ass. You want me to show you what I got Clinton, I don't have three promos. I might have two, but three? That's just a little overboard. Even the fans that adore me can't handle so much Vince before the match. So, why don't you just relax, stop writing down lines to say to me after I'm done here, and just realize I'm going to win. I don't need to keep it a secret or nothing, I'm going to be the winner, and after Matthews wins as well, I'm going to beat him whenever I feel it is necessary, and I will be the youngest Texas Champion in Sports Nutz Wrestling History. So I wont shutup, I wont stay shunned, but I wont talk too much either. Why don't you let your skills do the talking, anyway? It doesn't matter, I'll win."

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