Post by rkoreborn on Feb 1, 2007 23:12:17 GMT -5
The Real KnockOut
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It is move in day for RKO, deep in the heart of South Beach, as The Real KnockOut begins unpacking his belongings to set up his new high-rise condo. It is a picture perfect day in Miami, as the sun is shining brightly and the temperatures are very warm but very comfortable. As RKO is unpacking some of his old belongings, he takes a look around his new home. It sure is different from what he was used to on W. Madison Street. There is no sign of the brutal world of Chicago here; instead, he now lives in a world of vibrant color. Not only that, but he lives about a minute from South Beach; this can only mean great things for RKO, as now he can get that dark tan he has always wanted. While he is thinking of all of the new stuff that he will enjoy while he is living in Miami, we starts to wonder...just how he obtained all of this...it was a gift; a gift from...the owner...Makaveli; yeah, that is who this was all from. A couple of weeks ago, Makaveli phoned his old..."friend"...and asked him to be apart of his brand new federation, the XVI. Now RKO was very hesitant at the idea, maybe because him and Makaveli haven't had the best of history. They were friends at one time...but they became enemies very quickly. And now Makaveli has come calling to RKO, hoping for a blast from the past for his new federation. When he offered RKO a new condo in South Beach, RKO hesitantly agreed...
While RKO is settling in, he gets a phone call...RKO picks up, and he is relatively surprised at who is calling him...
Voice: "Hey...RKO...its me, your old pal. I have an offer for you...I hope we can agree on the terms of the match."
It was Makaveli, calling RKO to ask if he would like to participate in the XWI...asap...
Makaveli: "RKO, I know that you just arrived in South Beach, hey by the way I hope you are enjoying the condo, it is nice...isn't it? Anyway...I feel that I need some more big names to headline my show, and since I just signed you to a new contract, I think that it would be the best if you would participate in next week's Side Effect...if, you are interested...I know that you will probably be disinterested because it isn't for a shot at the World Title, but I already have a whole tournament set up for the championship, and it is too late for you to enter. However...I can always enter you into a battle royale...for a title that you are very familiar with...the Xtreme Championship...still interested?
RKO ponders for a moment...
RKO: ".......Go on, I am...interested..."
Makaveil: "Fantastic, just fantastic! Ok, what you are going to be participating in, is a 6-man battle royale for the Xtreme Championship, next week, right on Side Effect! Winner walks out with the title, no questions asked! I know your history with the Xtreme Title, and I think that the Xtreme Title would be a good way to remake a name for yourself in the federation...because, lets face it, not everyone remembers...or even knows you. Take your 5 opponents for example...in this battle royale, you are facing guys like...Prozac...Justin Sane...Mystery...Damien...and...Omarion. Yep, the same Omarion that you wanted to...basically murder in the old WCXF. The same Omarion that won that WCXF Championship from you, never to lose it again. Other than him, you really haven't faced any of these other guys. RKO, times have changed, and I know you are up for it...I know you can win this match, and start off XVI with a bang...are you up for it?"
RKO sits by the phone, and is silent, thinking of his decision as to whether he really wants to go after the old Xtreme title...flashbacks of the days of guys like G-Dawg popped into his head...we put on some great matches for that title. The Xtreme Title meant so much to RKO, that he had no choice but to give it another shot...
RKO: "Ill do it, I'll win back MY Xtreme Championship..."
And with that, Makaveli made the match official, said his goodbyes to RKO, and hung up. RKO was left with a cell phone in his hand, pondering how his future in XWI was setup for him in just a few short minutes. Was this really happening? Was he really going after a title he hadn't held in over 3 years? Has it really been that long since he was crowned...WCXF Champion? All of the thoughts were swirling in his head...RKO just needed to calm himself down and worry about the task at hand...RKO grabbed his videocamera, and recorded a message, for all the participants in the rumble...including Omarion...
RKO: "I know it has been a long, long time since I last stepped inside a ring. I know that it has been a long time since the people...have chanted my name...I know its been a long time since I was last called a champion. But now...now, I have my chance to make history...I remember the old days of the Xtreme title...it was so long ago, I don't even remember everyone who I fought to get it. Am I really getting that old? Was it really three years ago that I beat G-Dawg for my first ever championship in WCXF? I guess it was...but now WCXF is in the past, and in the present is XVI...Xtreme Vicious Intent. Another Makaveli-led federation. Most likely more incompetence...psshh. That fool gave me a free condo in Miami...just to compete in his promotion? O well, it is quickly building popularity, so maybe Makaveli has learned from his mistakes...now I have to face these 5 bums to become..champion once again...
Prozac...I don't even know who you are, but I hope that you are going into this match with absolutely no intentions of winning...because I will beat you down so hard you will want to retire...
Justine Sane. Another guy that I am unfamiliar with. That fool better not think he is gonna mess with my plans to become Xtreme Champion...because he will wish he will have never stepped into that arena in the first place.
Mystery...Damien...more guys that I don't know anything about. I hope you two heed the warning...RKO is back, and many will suffer...
And...Omarion...you disgrace of a wrestler. You mouthed and whined to the WCXF Championship, way back when...you remember those days, don't you? Those days when I was obviously the superior wrestler...thugs like you don't belong in federations like XVI. You may have won in a fluke over 2 years ago, but much has changed about me from those 2 years...of isolation. You see, Omarion, you are a cocky guy. Everyone knows that. You go into matches with the idea that you are going to win, and there is no chance in hell that your measly fool of an opponent even stands a chance against you...which is all fine with me. EXCEPT when you step into the ring with me. Omarion, this isnt WCXF, 2 years ago. This is the XVI, and I am in the best damn shape of my entire life. Those years struggling out in Chicago have hardened me into a monster, a monster that you have never met before, Omarion. Sure, both of us haven't changed THAT much in the last two years, but one thing that HAS changed is the simple fact that I will walk out of the battle royale the champion, and you will be left lying on that cold, lonely canvas in a pool of your own blood. I will make your life a living hell Omarion...not just that, you will experience what hell is like...at the hands of RKO. Omarion, you better be ready...because when I smell blood, you are gonna lose a helluva lot of it. Seeya at Side Effect, old pal...
And with that, RKO takes off in his new BMW, also a gift of Makaveli's, to go get a...
Slurpiee...at 7-11? I guess some things will never change...
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OOC: Yeah, I know its garbage, but its late, and i needed one in the bag, and Mak i was making everything up about u i didnt mean any of it no hard feelings ;D