Venting(house show promo open)

[wolf]

The music starts to play and once more Mark Cross makes his way out to the ring. Wasting no time he gets in a the ring mic in hand and begins to speak.

Your probably all wondering what brings me out here right now and there are a couple things that have actually. First off I figured I would explain to you all why I had to sit in the back and watch Mindgames without getting a match, and that quite simply is because the man I challenged to a match for the pay-per-view is nothing more than a gutless little coward. Thats right Daniel Justice you heard me I called you a coward! I challenged you to a match for the big show and you couldn't even bother to answer it, hell you haven't even been seen since out parking lot brawl, which leads me to believe that whatever hospital bed you were recovering in when i challenged you, you just crawled under it and begged the nurse not to let the big bad wolf come and get you. Well as far as I'm concerned I'm done with you at this point no need to give a coward any more airtime then they deserve

Mark takes a quick moment to look around the arena at the fans before continuing on.

The other thing that brings m out here is my match at the joint show coming up. There I face a man thats been called by many names The Prince of Pwn, The Dean of Pwn U, and even the god of war.

Mark has to stop and wait for the reaction from the crowd to die down as the realize just who it is he's speaking of, a large portion of them even adding in "And This Is War" after Mark refers to his opponent as the god of war.

Yes yes you all know who I'm talking about none other then Brent Starr. Hell there's a good chance he may even come out here and load two in the Pwnzooka and fire away, but you know what I don't care. In the end those will all just be words and words won't knock me down for a three count, words won't make me tap out, thats something that Brent is going to have to try very hard to do with is own two hands, and make no mistake about it as anyone who I've faced in the ring over the years can tell you that is no easy task, thats something that will require a war from Brent Starr, and unfortunately for him I just don't believe he's the God of War and I'll prove it this weekend when I leave him laying on his back counting the lights at the house show. So come on down Brent give me both barrels of Pwn if you like please feed my need to see you bleed!

[<~The Shooting Starr~>]

(ooc: sorry it took this long to reply, I was out of town from friday afternoon till 1pm today)

It's not a long wait. Longer then usual as house show production falls short of it's live counterpart though. A whole minute passes before the music plays and Brent makes his way out and to the ring down the aisle between fans of both men. As he gets to the ring, he is handed a microphone from ringside. He begins talking, but nothing is heard over the P.A. He whacks the mic a few times, still nothing. Finally he's handed another, which works.

Mark Cross!
Mark "The Wolf" Cross.
Few words can actually describe someone of your stature in this business, but one of them is, was and probably always will be....respected. Yes, everyone respects the living shit out of you, and for what, alot of people don't know. But those IN the know, will refer to your years in this business shaping your career into the machine you've been. For instance, last year. Last year you were a world champion, with ease. You were making fools of the competition so bad, you walked from the company and left it behind in the dust. That's a respected decision.

Others speak of times when you went to war psychologically. You and your brother at odds with eachother, coming together for the good of the family. Having to face The Order, Regime and ultimately, THE FAMILIA to save face and redeem your downfalls from before.

My favorite family Cross memory is the flames to the eyes nearly taking away the vision. But that's all in the past, and this is now. Now, you've been in this business for a few years easy. Racking up wins, here and there, pretty much everywhere, but... well.. your no Brent Starr when it comes to winning. Let's face it, your years of competing don't add up to my amount in two years. That's not to take anything away from you though, everyone falls at my feet. EVERYONE! There is nobody in this business who has beat me, who I haven't caught up with, and beaten even worse. So bad that they run from me and hide as to not pile up loss after loss at my hands. Pint after pint of blood, on my fists, my elbows, my knees, my boots in MY ring. I say my ring because, it's a battlefield in there, and that makes it war. I am the GOD of war, which means, it's my field, my ring, my war. The roster? My casualties! Are you a casualty, or are you a war veteran?

A wise man once said to an entire company of wrestlers.... BEAT ME IF YOU CAN...SURVIVE IF I LET YOU!!!

A loud F T W chant breaks out in the crowd as they mark out for the phrase

That's the way it is Mark. Beta me, if you can. Survive, and I will shake your hand!

He leaves it at that as the crowd eats it right up