XWA Massacre: Opening Promo

[Carmen King]

~ The opening music's still blaring through the sound system and the pyro is exploding as the crowd goes wild. Its time for another episode of XWA Massacre! ~

Mark Sanction: Well, folks, XWA Revenge is one for the record books...we've got a brand-new XWA Champion, a couple of contenders for the HardCore belt, and well, frankly, a CEO who's currently hospitalized as a result of that show.

J. Pain: Heh. Sounds like a helluva show to me.

~Massacre's theme song blends into the opening chords of American Woman and the crowd is on their feet as the Xtremetron flashes with images of the gorgeous First Lady of Wrestling, Carmen!~

J. Pain: Waitaminute...what's SHE doing here? Tempest is the owner now.

Sanction: Well, that may be, but I don't think he's in any condition to show up here tonight after that shot that Calvin gave him with that iron shovel.

~There's little jeering and a lot of cheers as Carmen King strides purposefully down the ramp to the ring, surrounded by three intense security officers. Reaching the steps, she climbs into the ring without her usual flair and moves to the center of the ring, microphone in hand.~

J. Pain: Well, in any event, it looks like she's about to tell us now.

Carmen: Good evening, and welcome to Massacre from Milwaukee, Wisconsin!

~The audience gives the expected cheap pop.~

Carmen: I'm not known for beating around the bush, so lets get right to it.

~Carmen holds up a folded piece of paper for the audience to see and slowly unfolds it.~

Carmen: As a former owner of the XWA and the current Vice President of Media Relations, I'm here on the formal business of the Board of Directors. As Michael Hart, Tempest, the Owner of the XWA...

~Cheers.~

Carmen: ...is currently unable to appear here tonight, I am going to read this statement made by him, and then follow through with his instructions. Ahem.



To whom it may concern;

I've always wanted to say that.
Anyway, just for the record, while I am definitely in no condition to be traveling around the country or kicking ass in the ring, I want to make it clear that I am in no way mentally incapacitated. I am still in charge of my new company. Sorry, MadDork...you might be my emergency, interim GM on the books, but you're not in charge tonight.

The one matter that needs to be taken care of immediately, and I'm sorry to say that its going to be done in my absence, is a small announcement made for one XWA Wrestler in particular. And so, without any fanfaire, Calvin Lee, get your ass out on the stage...



~Carmen smirks as she reads this last bit and she half-heartedly shrugs to the audience.~

Carmen: Tempest's words, folks...not mine.


<Tag to Calvin Lee, No Attacks...>

[Calvin]

will edit with continuation of promo soon

[Tempest]

*Filling in for Calvin (at his request) AND (at her request) taking over for Carmen on this...*

There's a pause, during which the audience starts to chant "Caaaalllll-viiiinnn, Caaallllll-viiiiinnn!", and Carmen seems agitated. She's just raising her microphone back up to her mouth to speak when the speakers blare with a turbulent punk rock anthem (Cal doesn't have a song listed on his profile ) and Calvin Lee strides onto the stage. The crowd seems mixed with equal amounts of cheers and jeers.

Sanction: And here he comes, the so-called "Next One".

J. Pain: Yeah, but the next WHAT? The next one to be fired?

Lee seems unperturbed by any negative reaction, responding only to the pop, and he all but waves to the crowd. He has a microphone of his own in hand and he speaks.

Calvin Lee: You wanted me.

Carmen: Yes. Now...

Calvin Lee: No, that wasn't a question, Carm. Its a statement. You. Wanted. Me.

Lee gives the Queen of the XWA a smug wink and chuckles. Carmen blinks and shakes her head as if dealing with an adolescent. She then holds out the letter again.

Carmen: Tempest wanted me to address you tonight. And so, your idiotic boyhood fantasy aside, I will.

She then continues to read.

Carmen: ...ok, are you there, now? Good.
How ya' doing, Calvin? Feeling fine? Good. Really good. I sincerely hope so. I hope you're in fine fighting shape.

Calvin smirks on the stage and shrugs, confident. Carmen continues.

Carmen: Here's the deal, Cal. I'm not going to hold it against you that you hit me in the head with a cast iron shovel last week. Really, I'm not. Hell, I've done worse to guys to make a point. To get someone's attention. And that's what you've done, Calvin. You. Got. My. Attention. You've made your big comeback from the WFWF, looking for the limelight of the XWA. Well, Calvin Lee. Cal. Mr. Lee. Lee. L....welcome to the limelight. From now on, you can expect to see yourself in nothing but high profile...experiences. Matches of all shapes and sizes, against nothing but the best that the XWA has to offer. I'll go it even one better, week after week you can expect to face staggering odds JUST so you can show us all how awesome you really are. Its going to be captivating television, Cal. Really, it is.

Sanction: I dunno if Calvin Lee likes the sound of that...

J. Pain: Heh. I don't think he's supposed to.

Indeed, Calvin is now scowling a bit, though obviously maintaining his composure. He'd obviously expected something like this. Carmen gives a small little smile and continues.

Carmen: But since you're just coming back to active status this week, and you're probably going to want to shake off some of the ring rust, we'll take it easy on you. So, tonight, in a simple little Singles match, we're going to see The Next One, Calvin Lee versus...

Calvin Lee cocks his head in anticipation of the name.

Carmen: ...Hutton Brown.

The audience pops huge as Calvin's eyes go wide.

J. Pain: THAT's going easy on him?? Holy crap. Hutton Brown is one of the most dangerous wrestlers on the roster. Remember what he did to Valentine last week??

Sanction: If this is taking it easy, I fear for Calvin Lee's well being, and that's a fact...

Calvin exhales, shaking his head agitatedly, then speaks.

Calvin: Ok. Ok. I can handle that. Hutton Brown. Fine.

Carmen: (still reading a bit to herself) ...then Tempest goes on to mention a few things that he wants me to handle backstage with some of the other guys...but...hmmm...where is it? Ah. Here it is. One more bit for you, Cal.

Calvin: What? Did Tempy want to tell me he missed me?

Carmen: No. Not really. He actually wanted me to make sure to tell you that someone ELSE wanted to talk to you...


<TAG to the guy who's been waiting patiently in the wings, Only>

[Trace Demon]

‘Death Before Dishonor’ hits the sound system as the lights dim low. A man walks out onto the ramp, suited out in an expensive black suit and wearing shades. He holds out his arms, almost in a crucifixion stance, before dropping them. A single spotlight shines down on him, revealing the man as none other than Trace Demon!

Sanction: That’s Trace Demon! What the hell is he doing here?

J. Pain: Do you think he got lost on the way to that other fed.

Trace waits for the shocked crowd to die down before grinning and bringing a microphone to his lips. In the ring Calvin Lee is shown, looking furious and confused at the same time.

Trace Demon: Yeah, that’s right; it’s me, the one and only King of the Demons. You may be asking yourself exactly why I’m here tonight. Let’s be honest, this isn’t my usual haunt, but y’know, a change can sometimes do wonders for an individual. But let’s not waste time with jokes, I’m here really for just the one reason, and that reason is you Calvin.

Calvin still looks furious as he stands in the ring, staring at Trace Demon, the last man he was expecting to see here tonight.

Trace: You see, you made a mistake, and not for the first time in your career. It’s a mistake you seem to make time and time again, so my question is... when are you going to learn to stop batting outside your weight class? You came in here and immediately tried to make an impact by attacking Tempest, but I’ve got a lesson for you, and that lesson is that important people have even more important friends. So when I got a call from Tempest, saying he’d been attacked by some punk wanting to prove he’s still a big thing, I immediately knew this was something I wanted to take an interest in.

Sanction: It seems like Tempest has brought Trace Demon in to specifically deal with Calvin Lee.

J. Pain: And that sure as hell can’t be a good thing for Calvin.

Calvin is still trying to maintain his composure, but the anger is becoming clearer and clearer in his face. In fact, it’s looking more like a strawberry every second.

Trace: So here I am Cal, are you happy to see me? Because if you are, then I’ve clearly done something wrong. You see, I’m here to put an end to you before you get the chance to get started. People like you ruin this business, and I’m going to make sure you don’t even get the opportunity. This isn’t even a warning Lee, this is a guarantee. You see, I’ve got one more lesson for you to learn, and you want to learn it quick.

Calvin is now visibly shouting at Trace from the ring, screaming that he’s made a mistake coming here.

Trace: If you keep trying to make a name for yourself at the expense of others, then sooner or later somebody is going to take an interest. And sadly for you, I took that interest in you, so your going to discover that when I set my sights on you, well, that Trace Demon is going to kill you!

Trace Demon throws an arm in the air as the crowd pop loudly and ‘Death Before Dishonor’ hits again. Trace slowly backs up into the backstage area, his presence clearly having been felt tonight.

[Closed]