Things Change from Time to Time(O2A)

[hollows]

Getting ready for a new year. Moving around from company to company has been a thing of the past. This time, he's here to stay. Well, only if he wins that World Title. His music, Heaven let your Light Shine Down begins blairing over the PA system in the Windy City, Chicago. The crowd waits anxiously to see who it is that emerges from behind the curtain.

The man behind the face paint. The man everyone knew as Psycho, enters to the stage...with his new look, new music playing...and his new entrance. The crowd really doesnt know whether to cheer or boo...not really being able to tell who he is. He walks down to the ring, Mic in hand as he gets in...and begins his promo.

A new look comes every once in a while for yours truly. Now, I know most of you remember me from my old days, as the face painted 'clown' that seemed to be hated by all he engaged with. Well, though the looks gone, the same man is still here. Anyway, I've been doing this for a while now, and I've learned my ways around this company, know how to put on a great performance. But..and this is a very big 'but'. Theres one thing I've never done, and thats win a world title. Sure, I've held singles titles before, but nothing with the magnitude of a world title.

He pauses for a moment, running his hand over his facial hair.

Now I may not be the "Brent Starr's" or the late "Jonny Pyro's" of the wrestling world, but I do believe its time to change that. As it is said, things do change from time to time...and I plan to do just that.

Now, what Im doing tonight is making an open challenge. But, I do I want some rookie? No. I want someone in the way of Brent Starr, or someone that has proven themselves time and time again. I want someone that can bring the best I have to offer out, and put on the greatest match ever seen on live television.


He awaits, ready for a new year, a fresh start with a new company...and for the first victim of HIS era.

[Yoshi Nagata]

Beach Europe kiero! Kechi yuuei!

Beach Europe kiero! Kechi yuuei!

Yeah!

Well, he certainly wasn't someone who's proven himself time and time again, not unless you count the times he's made a hard deliver three minutes ahead of time. Ah, fuck it. Here comes Hideyoshi Nagata high stepping out from behind the curtain before darting down the entrance ramp like a bullet as his music played loud and proud over the PA System, not stopping as he neared the ring he did a dive underneath the bottom rope, sliding to the middle of the ring before hoping up to his feet, pointing out to the crowd and getting a very, very small cheer from them just by pointing to them. Whatever worked, eh?! He looked at Hollows for a brief moment, a wide grin on his face before he walked past him and to the ropes, requesting a microphone. Moments later he was handed one and backtracked his way past Hollows to lean up against one of the South corners, hooking one arm around the top rope as he rose the microphone to his mouth with the other.

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"Well... Its a pleasure to be here, let me tell you that. You know, one thing you said did make sense. Things change all the time. Yes they do. What changes? Well, me being in this friggin' company for one! Now, I may not be the Dean of PWN U! And I may not be The Wrestling Savior! But that don't mean I can't come out here and accept this little challenge of yours, because lets face it. You ain't either of those people either; like you stated.

So, you've been around for a while in the wrestling business? You DID state you held titles... That's kind of funny. I was a HUGE wrestling fan before I got in this business myself, hell, still am a HUGE wrestling fan. Want to know the strange thing? I ain't never seen your ass before! Must come from some backwater promotion that people don't give a rat's ass about. Now, I ain't trying to insult you or nothing; but that's just... The truth. I ain't seen you before, so you must come from some unknown place, eh?

Oh... Well... it doesn't really matter much to me. But, yeah, I'm NEW to the business, this is my first big company. I've wrestled here and there in little feds around my city, but nothing large scale like this. I'll admit that these fans don't know me. I'll admit that you've probably never heard of the name Hideyoshi Nagata! But that doesn't matter. If you want to start anew in this company. Accept my friggin' challenge and get through me, before you start wanting to face the BIG names of this company.

I mean, look at it this way. Brent Starr, could have strolled down that entrance ramp like he has done so many times. Night after night, week after week and PWNed your ass in... like two words and then handed you your ass in the ring in like three minutes flat. But, see, just cause you SAY his name, that don't mean he's gonna come strolling out. Nope, chances are, some person you ain't never seen before is gonna come running out! That's where I come in!

So, yeah... What's it gonna be dude? Accept me challenge? Or back down from the rookie?"

With a long sigh he lowers the microphone from his lips and rests back against the turnbuckle.[/font][/center][/color]

[Shia Storm]

As both Yoshi, and Cori on the stage area talking it out, they stop once they notice the lights go out, and a video starts to play on the titantron. Different images past by of a man that is known as Shia Storm. Showing earlier parts of his career, and shows up to the face paint look, and then Shia without any facepaing with his eye closed, and then opened with the cold eyes just looking, and then the video stops, and lighting comes from above, and then fire pyro shoots up, and Shia's new music begins to play. As that happens, red smoke feels the stage as well, and then through the smoke you see Shia Storm walking right through. The crowd is going crazy at this point. Storm just looking on at the guys in the ring as all that was going on through the stage dies down, but the lights are still dim. Shia walks forward keeping eyes locked on both men in the ring. Shia stops at the end of the ramp, and takes a moment as he soaks in the crowd reaction, and then he walks up the steel steps, and then climbs in under the third rope. He slowly takes off his trench coat, and then lifts up his hands, and then quickly does a downward motion which brings pyro from the ring post, and the lights come back to normal. He gets a microphone from one of the working crew, and then begins to speak.

Tonight is the night gentlemen. The night that could make or break your career depending on how you take it. Tonight, the two of you just like the others in the back are looking to push forward with a win, and take that by grasp! Tonight, I know you were in mind for a single's contest, and you know, I was too, but it got me thinking. Everyone has to start out somewhere doing something ya know, and if means kicking ass in triple threat rules. So be it! What I am proposing tonight you, Mr. Hollows versus Yosh versus Shia Storm!

The crowd likes that idea. Will the other two in the ring?

[hollows]

Ah, Yoshi was it? Why Shia Storm had to come out and disrupt my train of thought is beyond me, But you were right about a few things you said earlier. I held singles titles in other 'backwater' feds as you called them. But my singles competition is not what Im known for. But as I said earlier, thats all behind me. You can crack your stupid ass jokes, thinking your gonna use me to advance your career, but it just aint gonna happen kid.

But I do tell ya what. I could be an ass and force ya outta my ring, but Im not gonna do that, no. What Im gonna do is accept this challange of this Atlanta reject, and show everyone that I still have what it takes to kick ass.

He lowers the Mic, and waits for either Yoshi or Storm to answer, though he knew basically what they were gonna say....

[Shia Storm]

Did he just f*ckin' call me a damn Atlanta reject?

Wait a minute there hollows. Don't go there son. I advise to at first take the base out of your voice when you talk to me for one thing, and do not go down the road of who's being a reject because I could go, and say how you have been reject every company that you have laid your sorry ass in! Just because you take off your facepaint doesn't mean anything has changed son. You are still the same bitch who doesn't have what it takes to take it to the top. Well, assure hasn't proven that anyways, and you want to know why I came out here to intervene. Um, why not intervene? Is it some kind of special meaning you have with this man who's standing next to ya? As I remember, this is the big event of the season. The first show. The show of many for this company, and you have got to start somewhere. Not just in the singles department or are you afraid to go into matches where you don't have the upper hand hmm? Whether the case maybe son, you want to play with fire, go ahead. All it will get you is the same position are always in, the back seat.

[Yoshi Nagata]

"'Well, assure hasn't proven that...' What?! Did you mean, you sure haven't proven that? Go back to friggin' school man, learn how to talk, then come back and try your hand at insulting someone again. Now, onto the whole, reject this, and reject that thing. Well, I don't know where Hollows here has been but, I DO know a little bit about you. You are definitely an Atlanta reject. Rejected from another fed or two from what I do know; same can be said 'bout your wife.

Now, to answer your challenge. Your question pertaining to the Triple Threat. Do I have a problem with this being a Triple Threat? Hell nah, I don't got no problem with that at all. Obviously, Hollows ain't got no problem, as he done gave his answer to this thing. But, see, ain't nothing set in stone about it just yet. So, the whole, triple threat thing is still up in the air right about now. Just getting it out there that I don't have a problem with that.

Oh, and Shia? Dude? Amigo? Seriously, take lessons right now. Get a little notebook and a pen and write this shit down. When you want to insult someone? Do it right. You come out here and TRY to insult Hollows by bagging on him for removing his face paint? Last I checked, you did the same damn thing; hell, I saw it in that little video montage that just played! Where's your face paint dude? Got rid of it too? ...Yeah, um... Not really insulting when YOU used to wear face paint. Hollows could have EASILY fired back that YOU'RE the same bitch too. Come up with some new material when you back in school and come back and try again. Cause you ain't impressing nobody dude."

Once again a sigh escapes his lips as he lowers the microphone, looking in Hollows direction and shrugging his shoulders before turning his attention back to Storm.

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[hollows]

He shrugs back. Not like Shia hurt his feelings.

Thats pretty much the jif of it all. You see Storm, if...and I do mean IF you was even paying attention before you made yer little fancy entrance, I did happen to mention that even though I got rid of the face paint, Im still the same man.

Am I upset that you intervened? Um...No, not exactly. Do I fancy you coming out here trying to call me a reject? Not really. But you wanna know something? I've been called worse before. So dont get yer panties all up in a bunch alrighty? Just wobble your way to the back...back to that object you call a wife...and call it a day k?

He lowers the Mic, waiting for Shia to try and come back...not that it'd do him anygood.

[Shia Storm]

Well, first off, you can get the stick out of your asses, both of you, K? Second, I don't where you have been or what you heard, but reject? You have lost your mind as you will learn since you seem all fucked up in the head that Shia Storm is no reject of any kind. Want to keep believing on your own bullshit; go ahead. Don't like my entrance? Tough. Don't like the ways of how I conduct business?. That is your own problem. Not mine. Want to start a war of false words with me. Won't get you anywhere with me son. I will get anyone's ass irregardless if its you, and your buddy over there Yoshi. Since you want to talk about who's a reject, and all. How about that little promotion that you were in that was like a carbon copy of ECW. You know, the brand that became owned that Atlanta reject company? Remember that? How did that company do for ya? Oh yeah, that's right. All it did was shit, and burn like your career. Oh, and yoshi, don't know you, and at the moment, don't care to, but best be sure that I'll be kicking your ass whether you like it or not.

[hollows]

Oh hell no. See, the problem with that is you've got false information my friend. What you havent realized yet, is we used Atlanta. Thats right, and it was only to get noticed. It didnt really help none, but I'll let you in on a little something. What happened in Atlanta after 'WE' left? The place basically died right? See, 'The' company your talking about was basically carrying that place after we merged with you fuckin unoriginal bastards. How many people did we bring to the plate? More than ya'll had...best believe.

But...yeah, theres a 'but'. We fell off the face of the planet after that, yea. Thing is...false information will lead you nowhere Shia. As I said earlier, things change. Now if you dont like the fact that no one gives a shit about you, or that whore ya got standing backstage waiting to come out here and save yer ass....like she always does, then too damn bad. Beatin yer ass will prove nothing but this...That you were a nobody, and you're still are a nobody...and you are nowhere in my league boy. Hell, you aint even in the league of Yoshi over here...and I just met that fool.

Let me ask you something. You seem to be having fun getting irritated beyond belief standing there...thinking the shots your taking at me are doing any good, then hows about this. We change things up a bit. You wanted a triple threat match..well...your choice has just been changed. At Exodus...its gonna be myself, and that man right there, against you and whoever. If you cant find anyone...then dont bother coming to the ring...cause you'll have no chance in hell at even coming close to a victory.

So try and come back with something else bitch. Just lettin ya know you aint gonna hurt my feelins.

[Shia Storm]

you keep making yourself look more foolish all you want that's how you want to do things, and make up stories. I'm not up make believes, and all that. Facts are facts son, and for once in your life, how about listen to them? You aren't excuses aren't helping anything, but getting yourself in more hot water. Are you that dumb that you realize that you first had the nerve to disrespect me, and didn't think you were going to any back? If someone is unoriginal, its your damn self bitch. Like I said, you keep going down this path with me, and I'll just keep burning you even more. Seeing as I had nothing to with your little company going under, and when it got took over, and made dead, and buried. Oh yeah, that's right, I was using them. You aren't making much since there. Try again, and make some since this time. You are pretty much stalling for this match. Keep it up.

[blaze]

The titantron suddenly bursts to life. The flash illuminating the arena which had began to slowly darken. Across the P.A. system, all you can hear is a loud booming voice stating:

"The following has been paid for in part by...."

A short pause as letters begin to appear on the titantron. The letters merely spelling out what the voice is saying...

"The 'Shia Is A Big Dumb Bitch Foundation'...."

A short pause...

"Now, with a new location in Chicago. We would like to thank all of you who help us grow by continuing to think Shia is a big dumb bitch. Over ten thousand new members just within the past ten minutes!"

As the titantron fades to a studio type set, the fans still continue to laugh to themselves in their seats. The new image on the titantron displays a simplistic directors style chair, nice dark background, and a small table with a bottle of Jager resting upon it. From the left side of the screen, a man now enters the cameras view. This is no ordinary man though. It is the one, the only, Blaze...

"Thank you, thank you to everyone I assume is clapping and cheering."

The fans were actually emitting a somewhat loud applause for the man who hadn't been seen in sometime. Taking a seat in the aforementioned director type chair, we now see Blaze in all his glory...

"It has come to my attention that a Mr.Shia....Whats his last name again? Cloudy? Rainy? Sunshine? Yeah...thats it. A Mr.Shia Sunshine...heh, thats a bit of a tongue twister....is running his mouth about something that ain't none of his, nor GCW's business...."

Blaze takes a short pause to wait for a reaction from the fans. Of course, hes most likely thousands of miles away and can't hear it. But, he knows there is one...

"You see Sunshine....That...heh, ECW carbon copy as you like to refer to it as...Damn, ain't carbon copy kind of a big word for you? Was the last leg your little Atlanta piece of shit had to stand on....You think we wanted to invade? Nah, your homo homeboy Lion-o begged us to bring some new life into that place. Because worthless talent like you and your other worthless friends couldn't handle the job. You think we were dead? Nah, we were just suicidal....Because we killed ourselves by moving to Atlanta...Least we took your place down with us...."

Taking a quick break from the heated statements he was throwing out....Blaze reaches over and picks up the bottle of Jager...

"You see girls, this is why you shouldn't drink when your pregnant...You end up having birth defects and mentally disabled children...Like Shia....Your mums use to down a fifth of this shit a day, didn't she?"

Pouring a shot for himself, Blaze almost immediately slams it and continues burning his fuel...

"And no, before you try to make some lame ass gay, or transvestite, joke about me being pregnant because I said that...I'll disperse the rumors now...I'm not. I am a man...And was just making the general statement that your mom was a whore...I mean an alcoholic...well, both really...but back on topic..."

Pouring another quick shot...

"A damn good whore at that...."

He downs the second shot and continues...

"And Mr.Sunshine...Please don't be a hypocrite....Accusing my dear friend Mr.Hollows of not getting the facts....When you yourself probably haven't studied since way back when you failed Kindergarten five times....Must have sucked being the only guy in fifth grade with facial hair who had a boner for the teacher..."

Again, random pause for hopeful crowd reaction...

"You see...Mr.Hollows there...Had nothing.....NOTHING...to do with my little federation...He was actually....I wrestler for Atlanta...basically the only one worth a damn besides myself...Who joined the good extreme fight when we invaded...So please, get your facts straight you inbred, worthless piece of insignificant shit..."

Standing from his seat...

"So the next time you want to talk bad on my business...My lifehood...My own blood, sweat, and tears...Come find me...I know your use to cumming for men....Thats the only reason you were thought of as useful in Atlanta....I ain't that hard to find. And I can guaren-damn-tee....I'll shut your ass up before you spew anymore of your false, Tabloid like, worthless information...K? Thanks...."

The titantron fades to black, leaving the fans speechless. Now, you can expect a long ,drawn out, pointless rant from Shia..Which Blaze won't even hear...because, realistically...again, he's thousands of miles away...

It then flashes back to life momentarily, showing Blaze standing dead level with the camera...

"Bitch!"

Now, the camera really does fade out for good....

[Shia Storm]

Um, yeah. Very fun. I'm guessing that was one of your boy toys attempting to save you from some burnage that you have been getting courtesy of myself. I don't care what nonsense one of the boy toys says because whatever he did say is irrelevant to what's going on out here dumbass. Are you going to keep talking more out of your ass with the same nonsense as that bum who was on the screen, or are you going to fight?. No more time needs to be wasted. Its up to you.

[Yoshi Nagata]

...Kay... So, he had gotten a little lost on the way.

"Alright dudes. Wait a minute. The fuck we doing? We doing a tag match? A triple threat? What? Help me out here. Subjects jumped so fast I couldn't keep up, got my head spinning and shit."

[Shia Storm]

yn said:

...Kay... So, he had gotten a little lost on the way.

"Alright dudes. Wait a minute. The fuck we doing? We doing a tag match? A triple threat? What? Help me out here. Subjects jumped so fast I couldn't keep up, got my head spinning and shit."

Triple threat.

With that, Shia drops the microphone, and the match begins?