A challenge laid down(O2 ANY Tag Team)

[tpe09]

Through the Fire by Day of Fire hits the P.A. system and the fans are trying to figure out who it is when Jason and Chris come running out holding mics in there hands. They nod at each other and then run towards the ring and then stop right in front of it. Then jumping up and landing on the apron and front flipping over the top rope. The two walk towards the middle of the ring and stand there waiting for the crowd to calm down. Chris pulls the mic to his lips.

Alright sshh calm down.

The crowds’ screaming comes to a stop.

Now were out here for more then one reason. Well never mind just two…

The first reason is were the hell is my damn pizza I ordered that shit like an hour ago and it still anit here.

Shut up Jason. Don’t mind him the true reason we are out here is because there’s a PPV coming up and it’s looking like there isn’t any tag team for us to face and destroy the living hell out of but if there is then state yourself.

I know there all going against other people in a one on one match Pussies. Man I told you this business is scared of us but who wouldn’t be I mean come on were like The Hardys.

The crowd uproars with screaming and cheering at the sound of The Hardys name and then they calm back down. Jason gets serious and pulls the mic to his lips

But if there really is any team back there that has the balls to come out and face us we will be waiting for you in this very ring.

The two walk over to two turnbuckles and jump up. They then lay down on the ropes and wait for ANY TAG TEAM willing to come out and face them.

[j]

=/=\= Prelude 12/21 hits the Arena PA system. The Crowd, not knowing any of the themes that were being played on this night, are still as confused as ever as they look towards the stage to see just who could possibly be coming out. Then, Jeff Terron and Ariel Martin step out from behind the curtain and into the light of the arena. Ariel had almost a priceless smile on her face. This was the first time she has ever been out in front of the sea of fans.

Then both of them started their way down to the ring. Ariel giving the fans high fives while Jeff, just kept his focus on the two clowns in the ring. As they reached the apron, they both walked up the steel steps. Ariel going before Jeff. Ariel walked along one side of the ring while Jeff took the adjacent side.

Ariel bent down and stepped underneath the bottom and middle rope, while Jeff stepped through the middle and top. When both of them are in the ring, Ariel goes over to the other side of the ring and gets a microphone from the stage hands. She walked back over to Jeff before she could speak into the mic, Jeff said to her but no one else could hear...=/=\=

"Well... give it your best..."

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[ariel]

Ariel breathed deeply...She had the cliche feeling of Butterflies in the stomach. She raised the Mic to her lips, and for the first time spoke in front of the huge crowd.

How ya doin' tonight Chicago?

That was the first thing Jeff had taught her about speaking on the mic, a cheap pop is better then no pop, and she certainly received the cheap pop. Her butterflies eased up as she got more used to this. She then diverted her attention towards the two.

Okay, so you two came out to this ring and started disrespecting all other roster members because they fight singles matches? I mean... its not like you two can say anything about it. No body here knows who you even are!

And before you ask, because I know what one of your half-brained little responses would be. The name is Ariel Martin, and my partner here? His name is Jeff Terron... And, we are... simply known as Star Struck!


The crowd gives a pop to the mention of the once famous tag team... but, it wasn't exactly the Star Struck they remembered. Instead of the big (and kinda ugly in Ariel's opinion) Kevin Wilson, it was the small Ariel Martin.

Now, since you two think you are just sooo great, and that you are just so much better then everyone else here on the roster, then you should have no trouble facing us.

[dcampbell]

"Or us...."

Yet another unfamiliar theme, 'New York' by Ja Rule, begins to blare over the Pa system. The fans once again left not knowing what to expect. They weren't to be left waiting long though.

From behind the backstage curtain emerges the hottest new tag team on the scene, 'The Campbellz'. Featuring the two up and coming talents, brothers at that, DeAngelo and Ali Campbell. DeAngelo calls for their music to be cut short as they now stand on the stage. Both with a mic in hand, DeAngelo decides to speak up first...

"Dayuuuuum....Ya'll are weak, for real. First group of white boys comin' out here can't shut the hell up. Then, another white....mexican? What ever the hell you are.....boy comes out here and barely says a damn word."

DeAngelo's gaze slowly shifts over to Ariel...

"Your fine though baby...Take as long as you need to speak whats on yo' mind."

Returning his attention to the group as a whole...

"Now, I'm gonna make this short and sweet. Not quite short and boring like Mr.....Uh, what was it...Terron? Yeah...least you got some originality to ya....Figured your name was probably Star or something. Met like fifty dudes here today named Star....anyways...Short and sweet...."

De' looks over to his brother for a moment, giving him but a simple nod. Then, once again turns his attention back to the others in the ring...

"We're here to stake our claim as the single most dominating tag team in this place. Now, you two teams I'm sure think you want the same....With us here you ain't gonna achieve it...But you can dream...So, to prove that...I present to you....an undeniable challenge...A three team match...Hardcore because, well...thats how its gotta be. Don't ask why, but its gotta. The three of us teams mixing it up to the extreme...."

De' lowers his Mic and waits for a response from someone....

[saint]

'I Dream'

A familiar voice rings out over the crowd, bringing the attention of the crowd towards the stage. A long silence pauses, nothing but the errant sounds of the crowd to be heard, before, after nearly ten seconds of nothing, sound emanates once more...

The slow guitar opening of Lamb of God's 'Vigil' fades in, again, diverting the crowds attention towards the stage. As the opening comes to a peak and the riff fades in, the familiar voice of Peter Saint rings out over the P.A system, drowning out the song...

'Now your heroes have fallen.'

Peter Saint and Damion Kross step out onto the stage, a smirk firmly crossed across Saint's face, while a rather-more-subtle Kross wears nothing more than a light grin across his face. Both men have microphones firmly grasped in their right-hands and as they walk down the aisle they are greeted by a series of boos, and the odd cheer, from the crowd.

They move off the aisle and begin to circle the ring, Saint taking a position in front of the announcer table while Kross leans against the ring-steps.

Saint
'If all your talk of destruction and your boasts of fearlessness are to be considered true, then you must be willing to take on all comers. This is evident from the ragtag bunch of misfits assembled in the ring, right now. But, if you truly want to receive a challenge for your immense skills then maybe you should stop toying with the bottom of the rung...'

Saint gestures towards Ariel and DeAngelo in the ring.

Saint
'...And instead look towards myself and my associate, Mr. Kross, as an apt challenge for you to take on.'

Saint smirks, before Kross chimes in.

Kross
'...Apologies, but, I feel as if my partner has treated you all with a little too much nicety, I wouldn't want either of you to begin building an ego that would surely cause the eventual downfall of the superstar teams that lay before us. Simply put, none of you are worth our time, none of you will bring a challenge and we're only out here because any segment containing a team called 'Project Haste' is time that could truly be better spent on the likes of successful wrestlers, such as myself and one Mr. Saint. Now, as I was saying, none of you will be able to provide a challenge for us and we're only wasting our time upon you as a way for us to capture our first victory and make a name for ourselves, as a team, with a minimal amount of effort.'

Saint's voice rings out once more.

Saint
'Commiserations are in order, but my partner is right, I'm afraid, in fact, everything we're doing right now is all working towards seizing ourselves an easy victory over people as obviously deficient in both higher and lower brain functions are you are. With each bile coated word I spew from my mouth, I'm seeking to hit home inside your minds and put you in a position where rage will take you to a position where you have no choice but to fight us.'

Kross
'May I ask, is it working yet?'

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Jason and Chris look at the three other teams. Chris pulls the mic to his lips and speaks.

Wow two teams of no bodys. You got this cunt with her bitch who says nothing. Then you got this other team trying to act like bob the builder and blue's clues having mixed gay anal sex. But then you have the other team of Peter Saint and Mr.Kross hmm there nothing bad we can say about them they come out here and say whats and knows what they want.

Choices choices. I got to say we respect only the team of Peter Saint and Mr. Kross.

Jason and Chris look at the three and then hudle together. Then walk back.

Our choice is The Campbellz but that not all were going to make this fun.

Lets make this a tournament match. If you get what we're saying the first match is hardcore match, the second match is a ladder match and the thrid and final match if you two make it that far is a CAGE match, if you haven't cought on were going old school to a three stages of hell match.

But only if your bitches are down for that.

Jason and Chris wait for an answer still laying on the turnbuckles.

[dcampbell]

DeAngelo just shakes his head in disappointment for a moment. Its hard for him to even fathom a response right now. Though, as a sly grin begins to grace his face, it becomes more apparent that the words are forming in his mind...

"Dude, check this....Get that dick out your mouth before you speak to me again, alright? Chokin' all over Peter Saint's shit. Aw, you respect him. Big fuggin whoop. You think we or anyone else for a matter of fact, gives a damn who you do or don't respect? You see, unlike Mr.Saint and his partner...I'd rather beat respect into you in a wrestling match...whether than beat your meat for a little lovin'."

His partner was being rather quite on the whole situation, causing De' to have to pick up the slack for both of them...

"You ask if we're down for your little match? Hell yeah we're in man. Think it through before you open that hole in the head you call a mouth again, ok? We wouldn't fuggin be here if we weren't lookin' to kick some ass...."

Pausing for a moment to bask in the crowd's admiration of this new team, De' could already tell he was going to like it here in the big times.

"Now, how you want to throw down don't matter to me. Three stages of hell...Hardcore...ladder....tables....Me and my partner are ready for anything and everything you got to throw at us. So just say it man...Say its on...Make it official...However you want it....and we'll be there to beat the holy livin' hell out of you....And you....can bet...on that!"

[campbell]

Now now now. Get this boys. I dont know who you think you are just throwing down one challenge after another. If I remember correctly, my brother here offered to make this a three team deal. So one, either your punk ass is to scared to face us and one of these other teams here...or two, well, there isnt a numba two. Yer ass is just scared.

Now believe me. I dont mind kicking yer ass in a three stages of hell match. You can think all you wanna, but when that final bell rings at the end of the night, its gonna be the Campbellz hands that get raised...best believe. So go and get yer pretty little outfits on...then come back out here...so we can light up the town.

He lowers the mic...finally saying his piece for the night. He stands, awaiting a reply from whoever the hell it is they're facing tonight.....