*"What You Got" by Reveille blasts over the speakers and the crowd is
instantly on its feet. Ash emerges backstage with the NRWL Championship
belt held overhead. He makes his way down the ramp, slapping fans'
hands and pumping up the crowd on his way. He climbs into the ring and
continues riling up the crowd. After a minute, he puts the belt around
his waist, takes the mic and the cheers quell...*
Ash: Hey everyone. Guess what? The fans' favorite wrestler....IS THE NRWL CHAMPION!!!
*crowd explodes with cheers*
Ash:
Boy, does this feel good! A guy can get used to this *shines belt
around his waist with the sleeve of his hoodie* My hat, if I had one,
goes off to Johnny Young. He gave me a tough fight. But I knew it
wasn't going to be a walk in the park because--
*"Breathe Into Me" by Red starts playing and Jacob Washingtong steps
out to the stage. He walks down to the ring and stops on the mat
outside of the ring. He takes a mic.*
Jacob: I'm really sorry
to interrupt your celebration here, Ash, but I just can't stand by idly
and let you make an idiot out of yourself. Listen to you! It's
embarrassing! You're doing everything in your power to squeeze every
last bit of approval from these people out here. Are you really that
insecure? Just stop it already.
Ash: Who.....*who* are you? I'm sorry sir, but you must be lost.
It's a big arena so it's understandable. Please see an usher and they
will help you locate your seat.
*crowd laughs at Jacob*
Jacob:
*smiling* Oh ho ho! Aren't you a clever boy? Cracking jokes and
dishing out fourth-grade level digs. Way to act the champion. What
exactly did you do to earn that title shot? I'll answer that for you.
Nothing. And now you're out here parading it around like you're great
or something.
Ash: I am great! Just like these fans here! You're not bad
yourself. You did quite well in your match. But...you're a rookie, and
that's all I got for you.
Jacob: So you beat Johnny Young! Big
whoop! He hasn't done anything worth anything his entire NRWL career.
And actually, neither have you! In fact, I'll go a step further and
say that EVERYONE who has ever held the best since Season 3, is a
complete and total joke! As of now, that belt really has no value, if
any dork can hold it and it's not offered to deserving talent!
Ash: Let's cut to the chase, Jacob, cause I'm done wasting time
with you. Your out here because you want a crack at this I'll bet. Am I
right?
Jacob: Yeah!
Ash: Why do you deserve a title shot?
Jacob: I--
Ash: I'll answer for you. You don't!
*crowd cheers with
approval. Jacob smiles and rolls his eyes. He walks over to the steps
and climbs them slowly and steps into the ring. He steps toe-to-toe
with Ash and looks him in the eye, still smiling wily. Just then,
"Stain" by Full Devil Jackets plays. Ash and Jacob turn their gaze
towards the top of the ramp, and Johnny Young steps out to a thunderous
applause from the crowd. He walks down to the ring, grabs a mic, and
steps in and leans back against the turnbuckle.*
Johnny: Aaawww yeeeaahh...how about we start talking about how the
Star Player fits into all this? Ash, who is this guy you let into the
ring?
Ash: Jared Wilkenson.
*Jacob turns to Johnny and stands right in his face*
Jacob: My name is Jacob Washington. You got something to say to me?
Johnny:
Jacob....Jacob...? Oh! You're the guy who said a minutes ago that I
never accomplished anything in the NRWL. Interesting...I didn't think
being a 2-time NRWL Champion qualified as "not accomplishing anything."
Congratulations on your incredible display of ignorance. I'm wondering
when I'm going to get a rematch, because Jacob, you clearly aren't next
in line for anything! You are irrelevant.
Jacob: Might I point out, that you lost your title....to THIS guy?
*Jacob points at Ash* That's all the proof anyone needs to know that
you are a bigger joke than he is. But me, I'm the real deal! I'm
gonna--
*"Wake Up* by myDownfall starts blasting and "Hardcore" Adam comes out to cheers. He also climbs into the ring with a mic.*
Adam:
All this talk about "rookies" and "deserving" and "next in
line,"....you know, I'm usually pretty low key. I don't ask for a lot.
I go out, I do my job, and I go home. But it certainly seems that the
only way you get cracks at the belt is by coming out here, beating your
chest, and crying for a shot. That's not my style, but if that's what
it takes, then here we go. Ash, congratulations on your first title
win, but I'm better than you. Johnny, you're the star player, but I'm
better than you. Jacob, you're tough as nails, but I'm better than
you. I want a shot at that belt.
*Tiger Johnson's theme hits and Tiger walks down to the ring. He climbs in with a mic*
Tiger:
Ok, listen up everybody. Everyone in this ring can might have a valid
claim for a title shot. But here's another way to look at who should
get a title shot. I've been in the business for a long time.
"Hardcore" Adam can attest to that. Hell, I remember when he was just
called "Adam" and was known as the "Master of Submissions." But besides
that, I'm the biggest man in the NRWL, I'm the toughest man in the
NRWL, and I have the most devastating moves in the NRWL. I'm sure Adam
can vouch for the power of the leg. So that belt should belong to the
toughest guy in the federation, and that's me!
*Jacob, Johnny, Adam, and Tiger all get in each others' faces and start quarreling*
Ash:
Guys! Guys! Cool it! I'm the champion, and not only am I the
champion, but I'm also the fans favorite! *crowd cheers* I have my
finger on the vein of what the fans want because I'm on the same page as
they are! And rather than listen to you guys all talk about how great
you are, we want to see you show us how great you are! So, I propose a
Fatal 4-Way match between you, with the winner getting #1 contender and a
shot at the belt the following show!
*crowd cheers are prospective match*
Ash:
But remember, once one of you proves that you're better than the other
three, you still have the hard part after that - ME! *Ash hold the belt
overhead to a loud cheer* Good luck, gentlemen. I'll see one of you
at the following show!
*"What You Got" blasts and Ash exits the
ring, holding the belt up in one hand the his fist up in the other,
pumping up the crowd as he walks backwards up the ramp. The four men in
the ring stare at him as he walks away, and then they all turn and face
each other silently as the scene fades*
