Post by Rachel on May 15, 2007 9:03:19 GMT -5
The atmosphere of the arena house show in Columbus, Ohio following the last Side Effect is buzzing with electricity. The capacity crowd is alive with excitement. From the recent declaration of war from Jihad, to the intense matches taking place in the ring, the fan's andrenaline is pumping.
Suddenly, the arena is filled with the sounds of Akon's chart-topper, Smack That. Rachel appears at the top of the stage, looking less than her usual best. She is dressed in a blue polo, a pair of jeans and flip flops, her XVI Xtreme belt slung over her shoulder. She looks tired and beaten and hardly recovered from Calaz's cowardly attack on Side Effect. She makes her way down to the ring, making sure to tag a few fans before climbing the steel steps and slipping between the ropes.
The fans explode in a mixture of cheers and boos. Between Rachel and Calaz, some feel Rachel is the lesser of two evils, while some just plain hate her. As the cries lessen, Rachel circles the ring, with a mic in hand that Cabrera so generously handed to her. Her face is full of anger and disgust, and the emotion causes a pink hue to grace her cheeks. Her eyes shine with intensity, despite the obvious sluggishness that her body gives off.
Last night on Side Effect, it finally happened. I was finally pinned 1...2...3...in the middle of this ring. I had just landed the greatest move ever to be executed in the squared circle, the 727, and decided to take a rest on the mat. After all, Corp wasn't going anywhere. I could afford to take a break before I added him to my list of victories. Then suddenly, out of no where, a thief snuck into the ring. A dirty, cowardly piece of human filth stole my rightly earned victory from me.
Calaz.
You came into this ring and put your vile hands on my perfectly formed body. You used your slimy fingers to deliver a Shellshock and then proceeded to come crashing down onto me with a Shooting Star Leg Drop. I want justice for this, Calaz. I want to meet you in this ring and rip everyone of your appendages off and proceed to stick them where the sun doesn't shine.
The crowd explodes at the thought of Calaz getting his just desserts.
But Makaveli wouldn't give me that. No, he just hands Jihad Sullivan, a man of many, many talents a title shot. Jihad Sullivan, a great fighter, and yet so short when it comes to actually executing what he plans. A man, who has no Earthly idea what it is like to go toe to toe with Szaban. He gives HIM a title shot, and yet I'm not given my match with Calaz, a match that I deserve.
What match am I given, may you ask? I'm placed in a god forsaken tag team match. Who is my partner? None other than the flag waving, national anthem singing, freedom fighting Corporal Punishment. A man that hates me just as much as I hate him. Know this, Corp. When we step into that ring together...When you and I make the tag and I climb through those ropes, I will not just be watching Calaz and you better not just be watching Damien Necro, because if you get in my way, if you make one wrong move, I will see to it, that your career in wrestling is ended immediately. I don't like you, I don't trust you, and I don't want you anywhere near me in that match. You let me go in there and do what I've got to do, and I'll get the win. Stay out of my way or I'll rain on your little Veteran's Day parade.
Rachel drops the mic, obviously too tired to go on any farther. She slowly climbs out of the ring and makes her way back to the locker-room area. The fans are roaring in mixed emotion for the XVI Xtreme Champion.
Suddenly, the arena is filled with the sounds of Akon's chart-topper, Smack That. Rachel appears at the top of the stage, looking less than her usual best. She is dressed in a blue polo, a pair of jeans and flip flops, her XVI Xtreme belt slung over her shoulder. She looks tired and beaten and hardly recovered from Calaz's cowardly attack on Side Effect. She makes her way down to the ring, making sure to tag a few fans before climbing the steel steps and slipping between the ropes.
The fans explode in a mixture of cheers and boos. Between Rachel and Calaz, some feel Rachel is the lesser of two evils, while some just plain hate her. As the cries lessen, Rachel circles the ring, with a mic in hand that Cabrera so generously handed to her. Her face is full of anger and disgust, and the emotion causes a pink hue to grace her cheeks. Her eyes shine with intensity, despite the obvious sluggishness that her body gives off.
Last night on Side Effect, it finally happened. I was finally pinned 1...2...3...in the middle of this ring. I had just landed the greatest move ever to be executed in the squared circle, the 727, and decided to take a rest on the mat. After all, Corp wasn't going anywhere. I could afford to take a break before I added him to my list of victories. Then suddenly, out of no where, a thief snuck into the ring. A dirty, cowardly piece of human filth stole my rightly earned victory from me.
Calaz.
You came into this ring and put your vile hands on my perfectly formed body. You used your slimy fingers to deliver a Shellshock and then proceeded to come crashing down onto me with a Shooting Star Leg Drop. I want justice for this, Calaz. I want to meet you in this ring and rip everyone of your appendages off and proceed to stick them where the sun doesn't shine.
The crowd explodes at the thought of Calaz getting his just desserts.
But Makaveli wouldn't give me that. No, he just hands Jihad Sullivan, a man of many, many talents a title shot. Jihad Sullivan, a great fighter, and yet so short when it comes to actually executing what he plans. A man, who has no Earthly idea what it is like to go toe to toe with Szaban. He gives HIM a title shot, and yet I'm not given my match with Calaz, a match that I deserve.
What match am I given, may you ask? I'm placed in a god forsaken tag team match. Who is my partner? None other than the flag waving, national anthem singing, freedom fighting Corporal Punishment. A man that hates me just as much as I hate him. Know this, Corp. When we step into that ring together...When you and I make the tag and I climb through those ropes, I will not just be watching Calaz and you better not just be watching Damien Necro, because if you get in my way, if you make one wrong move, I will see to it, that your career in wrestling is ended immediately. I don't like you, I don't trust you, and I don't want you anywhere near me in that match. You let me go in there and do what I've got to do, and I'll get the win. Stay out of my way or I'll rain on your little Veteran's Day parade.
Rachel drops the mic, obviously too tired to go on any farther. She slowly climbs out of the ring and makes her way back to the locker-room area. The fans are roaring in mixed emotion for the XVI Xtreme Champion.