Another title shot hmm? (Open for Lock up title)

[Shia Storm]

As some people saw last week, the man who has been whining his ass off week after week about Shia Storm being champion, Divine got shot in a dark match. Well not a title match, but a chance to prove to everyone watching at home or in the arena that he deserve indeed deserve a shot at the Lock Up Championship.

As the match went on at the house show, you notice that the match wasn't going as planned from the Divine side. He was basically was giving a dose that maybe he's not as good as he thinks he is. Sure that he can talk the talk, but couldn't walk the walk.

Shia had nothing against the man personality, but he hated the fact that the dude has to go get in the GM's face instead of getting in the face of the champ, and tells him how he really feels. I mean its not like Shia's hard to find, and all. The man opens all challenges, and it was a little baffled that the guy had the nerve to be badmouthing him behind his back where Shia couldn't do anything about until the house show that storied the little situation.

Shia's mindset was past for tonight as he would looking towards another title match. Another chance for him to state his claim that he is indeed a champion for a reason. Shia just coming out of his locker room, and coming to the ring with his title in hand. Would this be his final time as the champion? Who knows? He didn't care. If it was, he was going out in respectful fashion.

The lights go out in the arena, and silence with a some cheers coming after. Screams heard, and now you hear Shia's music blare up. More cheers come, and the titantron has Shia's tron ready. Fire pyro erupts on stage. Shia appears the pyro dies down with his head down. Saying a little prayer in his thoughts, and then looks up to the crowd. The intensity in Shia's face tells the story. He was ready for the competition tonight. Whether if it was Divine coming out here flapping guns. Didn't like cry babies, but if he wanted a shot, he would need to make good on it. Shia has the title around his waist now making a "B-Line" to the ring. No sudden motion as he has something that he needed to get off his chest before tonight's open challenge match up for his Lock Up title. He gets the microphone quiet quickly, and begins to speak.

This will be my third title defense for this title that I hold proudly. In Charlotte, North Carolina!

A pop from the sound of their hometown.

So far, I have fought the rookies, and then some arrogant ones who thought that were just going to walk in this ring of mine, and just beat the sh*t of me. Just take this title like it was that easy. Kind of found out different!

No one is going to just take it from me! You are going to have to earn it from me! Show that you actually want this title, and not just cry about it behind my back. Actually be man enough to come up to my face, and say it my face!

He paused as the let the crowd reaction. Giving himself sometime to say his next thought. He was hoping that someone who listening, and took his words very seriously. Shia was not playing any games.

The question is now. Who wants to take this challenge in trying to defeat me here tonight? You never know who might pop, and try me! See who's coming out here to try talking smack with me, and then they find out that they are indeed over their head! Is the risk of facing me worth the reward? Its your call to make, and I do not have the time for someone to take their time so if you will.

The waiting begins. This has happened every week so far that no one wants to be a man, and step up the plate. He instead has to come out, and basically hand people shots by coming out, and issuing challenges when it should be the other way around! Who's going to come out here will be the interesting part tonight.

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Interesting? Since up to this point it's been quite the opposite, sounds about high time that it does get interesting. The Break Anotha tempo kicks up on the PA, marking the arrival of the man that's been having his ups and downs lately. Naturally, he's being summoned again, as he has been in the past, because it's more than obvious, there's no one more interesting than the one and only Miles Divine.

Waltzing out through the curtains with mic in hand, the first thing Miles does is shake his head disapprovingly. For the love of God, does it never end? Must he constantly be mentioned, called out, worshipped so much by those who want to become stars at his expense? And from a champion no less. Go frickin' figure. Shouldn't they be stars already? Well, how fortunate for Miles that the perfect example of what a "non-star" champion is and the fact that such a thing exists is standing in the ring right at this moment. His music fades as he walks down the ramp and raises his mic to speak.

Are you done, Storm? Are you done uttering my name every last chance you get? Believe me, I'm flattered but I don't blame you that week in and week out Miles Divine is always the name you stumble upon every time you mention title shots. Why does he do that, the crowd may ask? I'm sure they know...

He looks over to everyone, waving the mic their way, wanting them to shout out their answers. Too bad Miles isn't in the mood to give them the time of day to even acknowledge the many responses thrown his way. He nears ringside, heading toward the ring steps.

Simple, really. I'm the only one worth a damn on this show, heck on this damn roster if I may be ever so bold. Miles Divine is the only one who can dish out the performance that has people asking for more. I can't walk the walk, Storm?

He enters the ring by hopping right over the top rope. With a little spin after his boots hit the mat, Miles cocks his right eyebrow over the rim of his sunglasses, directed toward the borefest in the ring.

Seems to me that I can walk just fine, Storm. That's F-I-N-E, if you happened to miss it. Let's get this straight, 'k, Storm? I can scrap, wrestle with the best of them. Unfortunately for LockUp!, I've yet to find anyone that can wrestle their way out of a paper bag. All I've seen from our champions, this show's champ for that matter? Alot of hocus pocus mumbo jumbo with some overused emo wrist cutting look on top of it. Luckily for you, I don't think I've heard you say "I'm going to devour your soul" or whatever those type say. Quite the contrary with you, eh? I hear ya talking smack, is it? Can't help but applaud the ATTEMPT. Yeah, the attempt. Trying and failing, by the end of the day. You can't out perform me on the mic, Sheetah.

Miles walks up to him, standing face to face with the LU! Champ. He's shivering in his boots, from the "intensity" on Sheetah's face.

Did you beat me a week ago, non-title? Miles Divine doesn't deny that. But don't you dare make it out to be like you massacred me in this very ring. You could even say that having Masters pit me against you, as this "royal flush" of hers, just goes to show that she knows what should be mine from the very beginning. I'm glad though that you've been paying attention, huh? I think you referred to it as talking smack behind your back or crying like a baby to management? If you're uninteresting, face facts! It's going to be said, and as they say, the truth hurts. Nobody is giving you the time of day because frankly, it's not worth it. You're only hear to wrestle. I'm here to wrestle AND perform. I'm in a class of my own, even without that title you've got around your waist. Can you even imagine what I'd be WITH it? A force to be reckoned with. Surpassing even whoever the nobody that has the Continental Heavyweight title is. It's great to be hated, because it all boils down to being envied.

He takes a step back, another little spin for Sheetah.

Heck, you can't blame 'em.

The reaction from the crowd, although mixed, gets the point across.

So, care to dance... right here in this poor excuse of an American state? Wanna pick your poison, or are you ballsy enough to let the TRUE contender do so? The BALL is in your court, Sheetah. Beat me again, when it counts or continue to do what you do best when it comes to your showmanship, fail.

Miles parks his sunglasses on the top of his head and waits to be "amazed."

[Shia Storm]

Nice to see you actually show up for a damn show for once. Isn't it weird for you actually doing something that you are supposed to do hmm? Show up for work instead complaining your ass off about you deserving shots instead of coming out here, and earning them hmm? It kind of makes more since that way. It kind makes you not look like an all talk pansy who's way over his head. When you come out here, and talk your head off like you are the Mr. Big shot, but in the end like Mr. Andrew rose, you bite the dust, and sent home because you got your ass hurt. But yeah, you are so damn worthy of a title shot right? No one this roster can touch. People should just bow down to you.

This dude is serious? Trying to out perform me? Going to be winning matches, and be here every week to do that. Shia just shakes his head, and continues.

Kind of sad that is indeed your mindset because you will once again tonight. It is because I will out perform you, and basically do a damn thing about. Well expect just lay down, and hope you don't get your ass whooped too badly huh. I'm not just your average joe who frizzles because you can talk about this, and that to try to "ooo" the crowd. You pretty much outsmart like others in the past. You are not original so chance your thinking.

This dude wants a fight. I'm so going to give him one that he will never forget.

I have a match in mind that will shut your trap up for good. A match that many don't come from because they are even embarrassed or it was too damn to bare.

How about a Buried Alive match!

The crowd does the cheer for the idea. I mean why not?

Is the risk for getting this title that you think should be just givin to worth it huh? You think that you are big enough, and man enough to take me on a match such as that huh? All you need to do is bury my ass alive! That's if you can hold me off from doing the same thing to you!

He waits for a moment. Interesting what this punk will say. He continues.

What's it going to be "Divine"? Going to roll up, and whine your ass off or take the challenge in front of you? Its your call since you are the challenger.

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Miles simply rolls his eyes to the suggestion.

You must have been dying to get that out, eh? You want to bury my soul six feet under? Geez, thanks for bringing even MORE truth to what I've said about your types. I'm still waiting for the Alzheimers Revenger to do his whole "rising from the dead" crap-ola that's sure to come whenever he's done healing up whatever it was that he broke. Can you types be any more obvious?

He waves of Sheetah and this suggestion of his right afterward.

Buried Alive? You actually think that these people, North Carolinians of all people are WORTH seeing such a match? Granted, anything with Miles Divine is destined to be five-star quality match, and placing me in a special match type just doubles that. And you'd think, that from all the confidence you fake your way through, that, stealing a line from our "oh so great" GM, you'd put up AND shut up when it comes to your challenger challenging you to be ballsy enough to let the challenger choose how we should "dance" tonight. Simply put, I don't wrestle and perform in a match that's Pay Per View written all over it. It's not going to happen.

Miles is interrupted by a wave of boos. He takes a moment to digest it all before continuing.

You said it was my call, so I'm going to make it my call. Can you go 20 minutes? And I'll go as far as spelling it out for you. I-R-O-N-M-A-N. How many times can you keep me down? Do you have the stamina to keep up? Can your wide-ass nose smell what I'm cookin'? Look at it this way. Once I'm done with you, we would have finally found a way to permanently keep your eyes rolled into the back of your head. After a barrage of F.I.N.E's...

[Shia Storm]

Still thinking that you are in control of this situation. I set its your call to accept or just basically head back to your locker room. Probably start doing what you do best, and complain to the General Manager like your depended on it!

You only have one choice if you want to face me, and it is under my terms. This usually happens when you become the champion if you didn't figure out. Buried Alive match will happen if you do want a shot at this title.

A pause, and a simple chant for Divine to accept this match. Show some balls for once as Divine isn't known for that really.

You can try to talk with me until you are blue in the face, and things just won't change. Its just that simple. Will you man up, and take the challenge that I laid before you or head to the back.

No more needed to be said. It was do or die time for this troubled superstar. He could either risk his lively hood for a shot or no shot at all.

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Great, this fool's not making any sense. What else is new?

To accept? Miles Divine accepts to the demands Miles Divine made. That's accepting to something, Sheetah. Should I let that process for a few minutes before your faulty harddrive of a mind computes?

Leave? Miles realizes that quite possibly Sheetah had just done himself in. Anybody else notice that this chump is getting airtime for the simple fact that Miles Divine is out here, humoring him? Come on people, it shouldn't be that hard to comprehend.

I do hope you understand that whatever these people WANT for you, doesn't concern me at all. Frankly, they're here for me, not the other way around. They will enjoy what I want them to see, not whatever some delusional "i R teh derkness" freak dreams about. Buried Alive match?

He paces back and forth in the ring, as if he's actually thinking things over. Too bad for Sheetah, his night's just going to get even more complicated.

You know Sheetah. This match you are proposing would be a first ever Buried Alive match ON LockUp! am I right? Certifiable main event? 'course it is. Uh, hello. We don't need to go over who would be in that match, now do we?

Miles' right index finger quickly points toward his very person. Point made.

Miles Divine is a man of firsts, Sheetah Storm. He's the first superstar worth a damn in this whole roster, and I do mean the ENTIRE roster.

As expected, there are people who dispute that, but you can't help hear those that agree with Miles.

Miles Divine is the first superstar to claim, and rightfully so, that I am in fact worthy of all the titles LockUp! has to offer, yours included and the Continental Heavyweight title. For the love of God, anybody wanna tell Miles Divine who's hiding that forsaken title?

The fans shout out the name of this champion, but Miles hushes them by butting in.

Maybe it's just me but I never expected that title to be used like the toilet paper it was demoted into being. Talk about putting a whole new spin on the "sitting on a title" scenario. Anyways back to my point...

Miles Divine is the first and only superstar to bring LockUp!'s ratings sky high when featured. Miles Divine is the first to invade enemy grounds and take on the biggest dog they have, or in this case had over there. Miles Divine is the first to be so talented as to record my own damn entrance music, with an original track that exudes Miles Divine. On top of that, Miles Divine is the first recording artist/performing artist/wrestling artist GCW, heck even the world, has never seen.

Placing the mic closer to his lips, he gives them a few runs, a little of that trance beatbox Miles enjoys so much. Feeling it, as were the fans, he slows it down a bit and continues to make the announcement that'll have the whole roster buzzing.

And Miles Divine will be the first to straightforwardly tell you I'll take the LATTER of your ultimatum.

GASP! About several thousand jaws hit the floor. Did Miles Divine just say that he's refusing the title shot?!!

Yep, I didn't stutter. Miles Divine isn't going to give you the satisfaction of bringing this fantasy of yours to life, at least not at MY expense. You're welcome for the airtime I've given you and you can continue slipping deeper and deeper into your own mediocrity. I feel sorta bad that that title has to hit rock bottom with you. Nobody wants you here, Sheetah. That's why nobody comes out here week in and week out with your snorefest, and you are reduced to calling people out by name, MINE especially. You're a hack, Sheetah. And you'll continue to be one. HA! Another first for you, I'm sure. The challenger heading to the back, not giving you the time of day, even going as far as disregarding the fact that you're a champ, chump rather. I'm sure Masters is going to love the fact that you're still bringing her show down by not thinking outside the box. Stay there, right there, where you are standing with that goofy look on your face, with NO opponent for LockUp! tonight, for that title. It was really stupid of you for bringing up "being a man" when you've just been out-manned. Good luck finding an opponent, especially when you're not making anyone want that blue strap, kid.

Miles drops the mic and lowers his sunglasses over his eyes. The crowd is irate and disappointed. Miles Divine just left the champion standing there like an idiot, opponentless. How would he explain this to Masters? How could he explain it to her that he's not the draw he actually thought he was. How would he explain that the ONLY draw was just walking away from him right at this moment? Miles doesn't give Sheetah the time of day, going as far as turning his back on the champion and waltzing up the ramp and toward the back. What a first this was! And yet another episode of LockUp! that's going to tank in the ratings, because Miles Divine wasn't going to be performing for these people. Should they be mad? Of course. Who to blame? If Miles could at this moment, he'd point toward the wash-up in the ring, instructing the fans to get ready, aim and FIRE their trash toward the LockUp! Champ. Clearing the curtains, Miles lets out a small chuckle and enters the backstage area.

[Shia Storm]

Haha. This dumbass wants to walk away, and be that easy huh.

Hold on there. I am not done talking. Just saying a few words like you mean something won't cut it that easily. Who gives a sh*t if your name is Divine or F-i-n-e? No one in the damn building! The means the wrestlers, and the fans out here. The only person that beefs that over sized head of yours is yourself.

You have actually prove that you are worthy. You just be fuckin singing praises that you are actually get a damn title shot. You have not done a damn thing to earn it! You understand that? Mr. "Sole superstar" Can't you think outside the box, and realize that? So far, you are all talk, and no walk. I can't fuckin stress that enough to you. Its like talking to a brick wall since you don't get things clearly enough.

Going from one idiot to another I swear. You can only shake your head, and feel sorry for the man. So misguided.

You are going to go down tonight. There's just no way in hell that you are coming out of this winner with my title. I am on a different level than you in, and outside this ring. I've got the experience, the drive, and the intelligence that you think you have, but do not.

He had just about enough of this wise ass who talked with a tone that just had Shia Storm more focused, and intent on keeping the Lock Up title by any means necessary. This man so needed to learn to respect this business, and learn when a veteran is in your path, show the man respect. Not just talk, and talk like you been there when you haven't.

You keeping trying to show disrespect, and you will find yourself feeling that much worse when you are laying down int he casket, and buried six feet under. For those moments until your ass is digged out, you are going to be grasping for air. Get a glimpse of life flashing through your eyes. Feeling like such a dumbass for talking out of your ass, and paying for it. Plain, and simple.

You can get back to walking away. That is what you do best. We already know that actually ring talent isn't your strong point so.

So sad that does thinks he's already something when he really isn't. He's not the sole superstar, and no one cares for the lad. All he's known for is being a loud mouth. Talks about carrying for every superstar when he attempts to downgrade the other superstars by naming himself the only superstar on Lock Up. Doesn't he wish.

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