Not Waiting Around: LockUP! Championship

[sharpe]

Previously, On LockUP!

None other debuted with such ferocity as Jerimiah "The Bison" Sharpe, taking down, nearly in a solo manner, 5 LockUP! Superstars in an elimination battle royale. The finale saw Jerimiah forego his showman tactics into a straight up throwdown, pummeling Kris Kain into submission before dropping the Best Damn Elbow Period right into the middle of his chest.

Now, it's time for the Ascension. Jerimiah came here with one goal... and this was his time. The name was fitting. The time was right. The music started to play, the shrill notes of the synthesized orchestral pieces of his theme song ring out as the fireworks explode to his left and right, both fingers pointed to the air.

It's time.

Entering the ring, he is given a microphone, brushing straight his white suit before starting.

"Now... what did I say leading up to LockUP!, hm? I was given an opportunity to showcase JUST what I can do for Global... Championship... Wrestling....

And, I'm sure if we go in the back, scrape up the bloodstain I left that Kain punk in, he'll be the first to ATTEST to me being DESTINED for the very top echelon of Global Championship Wrestling! NOW, that brings me here to TONIGHT!

See... I've been paying my fair share of attention... and frankly? While HIGHLY annoyed with the Continental Heavyweight Championship scene... another scene that SO DESPERATELY needs a man of my calibre...

Happens to be the very championship of MY SHOW, and the throne that is vacated by the KING OF BOREDOM, Shit Storm. Yes, I know... Poor, poor GCW right? You have champs going and playing elsewhere, champs not showing on on their own shows, and hell, champs giving shots to the undeserving. Not for nothing, Miles Divine, that boy LOOKS like he can scrap... but come on. He's had, what, one win since he got here and that punk-ass chump wants to slap his ass around in a Buried Alive match.

Thank God someone in management had some sense to make sure that, well, DIDN'T happen... but here's the deal.

Miles lost. Jill Terrell lost. Antonio Fenix lost. Kenzo Yoshi lost.

Back of the line, bitches.

ME? Guess who's throwing himself right to the very forefront?

Put two and two together people, it's not hard. I'm out here, microphone in hand, just talked a buncha shit about the champion...

Do we have a winner yet?"

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He points his thumb straight to himself.

"Right here. SHIA STORM! You've been called out, mah man! Bring the gold, bring your stupid little headband, bring your dumb little beady "soulless" eyes, and bring that obviously illegally substance enhanced chiseled body down to this ring, bend right the hell over, set your belt at my feet, turn around, and be ready for me to KICK YOUR PUNK ASS ALL OVER THIS ARENAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"[/b]

Already, the crowd has been whipped into a frenzy. Their champion is here, in the middle of the ring, and GCW is about to get a wake-up call that it so desperately needs.[/center]

[Shia Storm]

Going from loud mouth to the other huh. This is, and was too funny to begin with. Shaking off the idiot Divine rather easily, and now there's some rookie who wants to shot a this title already? This rookie will learn just like anyone who thinks he will step up to the plate.

Light goes out, music plays, pyro hits, and titantron plays. Shia Storm comes onto the stage. Still champion like promised. Wondering the hell this guy thinks he is? Going to try get a title shot after only ONE MATCH! Already mic hand on stage.

First off. WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TO BE CALLING OUT THE CHAMP?

You come on my time, and try degrade anyone, and everyone like Mr. Divine tried to do, and now you deserve a title shot just like THAT? Where do you rookies get off thinking that you can bite off more than you can chew!

You are a nobody in this business, and you are no one's champion. Never was or will be while I am around!

Like it or not son, I am champion, and have been for a while. So you think because you can throw around catch phrases like you are the rock, you are going to take this title from me. You better just keep walking somewhere else. Don't waist my damn time

Its a shame that I have to settle the rookies down every damn week because they feel the need to be a savior when the Lock Up never needed it in the first place.

I'm going to go ahead, and grant this rookie a shot at this title, but when I defeat you, don't be making any excuses. Your "tired" acts are already fuming through the seems, and it will show tonight. I hope you do realize what you got yourself into honestly. This is not a walk in the park like Terrel thought, Fenix thought, Kenzo thought, and DIVINE THOUGHT! YOU ARE NO DAMN DIFFERENT THAN ANY OF THEM BITCH! So I adjust that you do get your head on straight. Understand?

[sharpe]

"First off, Junior... I'm no rookie. And I've said it all before... for the moment? I am nothing. Six years of experience from the orient, WHERE, we wouldn't put up with some jackass the likes of you before we made sure his throat landed the wrong way on a barbed wire ring rope. I'm nobody in the states... YET... but that changes the moment I whoop your ass for that belt.

See, here's the difference. Kenzo came in, lost immediately, to you. Never had a match. Miles... has won, by my count... what, one match? Since the beginning. I come right in, beat the HOLY PISS outta six of YOUR PEERS, then I saddle up, grab my huge ballsack, step up to the plate and call your goofball ASS OUT!

THAT'S WHERE I GET OFF!

And, hell, if nobody's gonna be anything but nobody while you're around... thank god for popular consensus... cuz, between you n' me?

YOU SUCK!

Seriously... boredom incarnate right here... trying to cram as many words together to say JUST ONE THING, and it's all just a waste of not only mine, but the viewer's, and the company's time...

But, hey, I got my match... I'm gonna take this head that I have screwed on VERY STRAIGHT, headbutt you right in the nose, whoop yer ass, drop


THE BEST DAMN ELBOW PERIOD!!!

[/i] right onto your illegally enhanced chest, question whether or not them stupid gimmick devil eyes you have are rolled up in your head or not, say fuck it, and pin your ass... 1... 2... 3... AND RAISE MY LOCKUP CHAMPIONSHIP OVER MY HEAD, WHERE I USHER IN A NEW ERA FOR GCW, DEVOID OF YOU LAME, BORING, COOKIE CUTTER PUNK-ASSES!"[/color][/b][/center]

[jj]

As both men argue and debate, Code Of Energy begins to play over the pa, it takes a few moments until the two men finally look over towards the stage. As expected Jack Jyndal walks out, for the third time in the night, but this time he's not wearing his wrist bands, or sunglasses, instead Jack had a towel around his neck an IKO shirt and had a bottle of water in one hand and a mic in the other. As fans boo, which obviously doesn't bother Jack the slightest, he looks at the new comer, and chuckles a little.

Now I'm gonna be honest with you, I haven't been listening to anything you've been saying, I mean you'd think that a man who is trying to make an impact in his first match would be a little more original. Not that I'm blaming you, but every new wrestler always walks on out here, rambles on about them becoming a champ or some shit, then they lose and quit wrestling for good. But what I did hear was you say you wanted a title shot, well let me fill you in. Here in GCW, people who have proven thamselves get title shots, not new fresh meat. hell if you wanna challenge for a belt, thats what the COD title is for. But back on the topic on people proving themselves, well not only was I in a war for a half an hour with my tag team partner, but then I beat Miles Divine and Jean Bordeax in a triple threat. So no offense kid but if anyone round here deserves a shot at Shia's belt, its yours truly.

Jack pauses, takes a swig of water, puts the cap back on takes a moment, then decides to address Mr.Storm.

Now, Storm, I had a promise to myself when I came here, that promise was to win the world title here. But unfortunately I have to prove myself by winning my show's title belt, and unfortunately for you, you happen to be holding it. So tonight you will be facing me, and this all bark no bite, little jobber.

Jack then takes another quick drink of water as he waits for a reply.

[sharpe]

"'Scuze you, son... ADULTS are talking. Nice being an oxymoron to everything you had just said too. I don't got a problem whooping your ass while I'm at it in takin' this belt either, kid. You wanna call me a jobber? Lets just take a li'l look at who all I just put down RIGHT ON my debut.

*Ahem*

Jin Remmy.
Jean Bordeux.
Jill Terrell.
Blaze, who is a former World Champion himself... two time at that fact...
and Kris Kain, who netted a win over a former World Champ himself in his own debut. You wanna call jobber? Hell, kid, ya'll need to take a little dosage of reality, and maybe a TOUCH of payin' attention.

Wanna say I don't deserve it? Put yer money where yer mouth is, I'll whoop both of yer asses at the same time, or whoop yer ass then go whoop his right after another to bring me home the LockUP! Championship. Kimberly Masters knows what she signed with me, she ain't gonna say no to that, overrulin' both yers and the champs little whinin's. Hell, I'm so sweet, she had to COME to me to get me on her roster, I didn't get assigned to no where like the rest of you punks. I was signed."

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This little schpeel between these three babbling idiots has NOT FINE written all over it. So, as it should have been expected, the catchy, and most downloaded ringtone on gcwproductions.com (thank you very much to his adoring fans) Break Anotha by the one and only Miles Divine cuts in, only for it to fade as Miles makes his way through the curtains and onto the Ascension stage, ordering for this foolishness to stop at once.

WOAH WOAH WOAH!!!!

The crowd is taken back by these interruptions, wondering what in the heck is going on. It's not like they were angry about the whole thing, quite the contrary. Things were picking up or "ascending" for the pun-fans out there. And did it ever ascend, always to a new level when Mister F-I-N-E makes his presence felt.

Just what in all that is fuschia and indigo is going on here??!!! NO! NO! NO! Miles Divine does not approve of any of this and all three of you should be ASHAMED for putting these people through what you three foolishly believe to be entertaining.

He waves the microphone scornfully at the three, as a father would to disobediant children, just doing what they want when all three of them are living in Miles' world. And by association, HIS rules. Clearing the ramp and circling the ring while his fans reach to pat him on the back and his haters flash their poorly made signs at him, he rushes up the steel staircase nearest to him. Time to put a stop to all of this.

Miles Divine would be right in assuming that someone must have spiked the refreshments table or something that the LockUp! Championship is being discussed with someone other than Miles Divine.

Miles goes straight to Sheetah Storm.

Listen here, white eyes goth baboon, I don't know what match you were watching last week, but you're NOT done with me, not even by a long shot. Simply, you couldn't get the job done when it counted, you couldn't keep me down for the three. You gave me an L on some BS ref technicality. THAT's the only reason you beat me, fool. If you for one second believe that things will end that way, you've got another thing coming. You're giving Miles Divine the shots he asks for WHEN he asks for them. You've proven to these people and most importantly to me absolutely NOTHING! Now, give me my shot and we can save this downward spiral of a segment from hitting rock bottom. One would think that after last week, you'd know how to put time to good use, when I carried your ass through the last time we met mic to mic.

And speaking of rock bottom...

Miles turns over to some sort of poor attempt of a Miles Divine carbon copy. Talk about imitation is the highest form of flattery...

You care to tell Miles Divine, who you are? Wait wait. Don't even. I'll tell you who you are. You seem to know everything about me, right? Okay, that means you're a fan, eh? Just like every other person in this damn building right? I don't blame you kid but there's a FINE line between stalkerish type talk, yours, and knowing the competition, which you've failed to even comprehend when it comes to yours truly. Back of the line? Kid, do yourself a solid and take your own advice, because I'm not Sheetah Storm or this other ignoramous here with the bad haircut.

He points toward Jack Jyndal, mouthing to him that Miles will get to him yet.

What's this talk about the best damn elbow drop period?! Since when are wrestlers paying people to sell some overrated junk like that? Are you serious? An ELBOW DROP?!! Your elbow drop has NOTHING on the FINEST INVERTED NECKBREAKER EVAR!! Hold on a sec. Don't tell Miles Divine that you idolize Miles Divine because it couldn't be anymore obvious. Evars beat periods all damn day. A period is just that, a small moment in time. Evars, are quite frankly FOREVAR! Infinite, everlasting, on and on and on...

Should Miles even go on? No, point made.

Get out of this ring and take noted from your locker room, punk, before Miles Divine takes this microphone, shines it up reeeeeeallll nice, turn that sumbitch sideways, and...

The audience waits in anticipation.

You should know the rest, "Bison." What a bunch of bull... Wait!
OOOOOOOOH! Now I get it. Wow, did you even realize how bad you've built yourself up for the verbage onslaught that is your entire gimmick? And when it's by someone like Miles Divine, you might as well put yourself to pasture!

Miles tries his best to contain his laughter, with yet another play on words, signed sealed and delivered.

Seriously, get out of here kid.

And you.

The finger falls on Jack Jyndal.

JERKal, you've got SOME nerve to say that you beat Miles Divine. Perhaps you failed to realize that you were rolling up the guy that decided to play the nutcracker with what little you have for grapefruits? You did your thing, I respect that. But last LockUp!, one thing remained the truest of facts, Miles Divine was NOT pinned by you or Sheetah over here last weekend. You outsmarted someone who's only call in life is to think of a way to try to shock us with what he calls a lifestyle. Miles Divine doesn't give a damn if someone is straight, gay, man, woman, or hermaphidite...

Whispers are uttered within the crowd, possibly wondering what was that last thing Miles just said.

Look it up. Anyways, you already have enough to deal with tonight JERKal, so put your COMPLETE focus on the task at hand, because I'll be damned if you're going to half-ass your way into the main even tonight by getting yourself involved into something you have no bizness in. Take this "bull" by his "horn" and excuse yourself for having this embarrassing moment. Sheetah and I have things to go over, what I'd call UNfinished bizness.

Miles removes his shades and shoots a look over to Sheetah, waiting for these two assclowns to make their way OUT of the ring so that Miles and Sheetah can put the issue between the two at rest. And Miles stresses the "at rest", if you can see where this is going.

[jj]

As Jack listens to Miles' comments, he leans against the ropes and takes a couple drinks of water. After Devine finishes, Jack looks over at Storm, then Sharpe, after he does, Jack points at himself as if to say "my turn?" He then raises the mic up and directs his attention back to Miles.

Now, first off, you don't have to worry about me in the ladder match tonight, because trust me, I've got that covered. But as for me winning my match tonight against YOU, yes I did beat you, and Jean Bordeux, well you were the one being ass raped by Bordeux. So if you're gonna be makin little comments that you think will be funny, but really aren't, make sure you haven't been discraced even worse.

Jack pauses for a moment then continues.

So as you can probably tell, I'm not gonna back off, and walk away from this match, which means that we will be having a fatal four way. So unless anyones got anything else to say, we've got ourselves a match.

Jack then pauses, anlooks to see if anyone else will be making a comment.

[sharpe]

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Kid! First off, It don't take jack worth of effort to look at a website that ARCHIVES all of their shows to see just what I'm up against. Title scenes and who's in 'em? Equals number one priority. So don't flatter yourself.

Two? Just who all you put down with that gay little neckbreaker of yours? Hm? I'm waiting to hear a name of relevance from the GCW roster, ya punk. Somebody have any Jeopardy music we can play while this guy does his math?"

He looks to the back, frowning for a second while he doesn't get his wish.

"Fine, fine... I'll make it easy on you. Just carry the two, divide by pi, and guess what you have?
ZERO!
That's what I'm countin'... And, geez... I already have what, two OUT OF MY FOUR ELIMINATIONS in my single match here downed by "A simple elbow drop?" You sir, are making things far more complicated than they gotta be... so I'll let it slide.

Things are just blatantly simple. You're settin' yourself on the list of people who's asses are gonna get whooped, by me, tonight, in order to then whoop THAT primates ass and save that championship first and foremost, and this show last but surely not least!

Hell, if you think you're the whole damn show, why don'tcha take a bounty up on our major champs head, go do that one a favor, and then I can come whip your ass down the road when I get tired of holdin' onto this belt, and make it my own legacy... ever thought of that one? Since, apparently your record don't matter enough that you wanna leapfrog over people, that, well, y'know... WIN anyways...

Me? I ain't going no where. I came here with that one simple goal in mind, and I'm gonna fulfill it right off the bat because that's just who I am... I'm not sitting idly by while people "Take their turns"... hell no. I want that shot. I'm taking that shot!"

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[Shia Storm]

Sorry excuse for airtime if you ask me. Shook at his head at the assholes who aren't making themselves look any better.

You done yet? Honestly? You done?

None of you are getting anywhere with yourselves. Trying to jock for position. Think you will just call the shots, and title shots will be handed out. Won't work like that, but I do have an idea.

Time to put things to rest.

First off, Mr. Divine? You really think that you had some shot of defeating me last week? It was your own dumbness that lost you the match up. The only reason that I did not pin you last week because I did not have to do so. You already did that yourself. I just had to kick your ass, and not your even attempt a pin on me. You know that you can't beat me no matter how much you try to. It just won't happen. You can talk the talk, but in the end, will always be on the mat for the count against me. You know this, and I know this. Hell, everyone knows this! But just to put you the rest for good. You, and I will face each other one more time!

Turns his attention towards the two others.

Bison. I had a minute to think about your little situation involving my title. You haven't done anything to be getting title shots since you have had only one match. Yes it was a win, but you have to do more than just show up one week, and get a shot right off the bat. You will need to prove your worth, and the way you will do it is by facing this man if you accept in Jack Jyndal. Tonight you, and Jyndall will face off in a number one contendor's match right here tonight. After you two are done facing off, you will be facing the winner out of me, and Divine all in the same night!

The fans loved the idea of course. Why shouldn't they?

Anyone suggestions? Comments? Anymore whining between any of ya? You have already bored the crowd with your talking amongst yourselves for basically nothing anyways. Why not actually have something worth talking about, and a goal? If I didn't but in, you would be just talking all night while time is waisted. Make your decisions.

[sharpe]

"Hell no, I don't got a problem with that.

'sup, Jack? Ready for me to whoop yer punk ass from post to post, drop an elbow in your chest, then mercifully pin yer ass so you can still go play with a ladder and fail that match too?"

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The BISON was primed and ready to whoop some ass tonight... and, hell, two matches to pound someone into dust in? All the better for him to get himself a nice chunk of gold to hang from his shoulder... Shit Storm ain't that dumb of a cat after all... [/center]

[md]

Shut your face, JERKal!

Miles was beyond offended that Jyndal would stoop so low, with the tired ghey jokes.

Let's make this perfectly clear, bozo. I'm not here to amuse you. Miles Divine is here to amuse them...

He points over to the crowd, and to the camera now focused on Mr. F.I.N.E.

...by being the best damn thing this company or this entire industry for that matter ever did see. If that means cutting you and this other joker by the ankles, I'll do it both on the MIC and in the RING!

And speaking of jokers, or in this case mimes, you think Miles cares that you can read up on anyone's history, rook? It still remains true that you're checking up on ME, and not the other way around. I'm the threat here, you're obviously not, "Bison". But thank you for proving my point, eh? How funny it is that everyone is NOW showing up all of a sudden, when Miles Divine is singlehandedly bringing attention to a title not even its own damn holder could draw. That's right, Mister "I have the best damn elbow drop period", you and JERKal over here have the severe case of monkey see monkey do. Being that, initially, I am the MD, I should refer both of you two to see someone who specializes in the delusionally insane, because I don't practice on lost causes. You have the case of mistaken identity, and JERKal here can't tell reality from fantasy. I suggest you both take your little issue and settle it when it's not an inconvenience to yours truly.

Miles was more than happy to see that Sheetah knows full well that their little feud was far from over.

Common sense, eh Sheetah? Who would have thunk it? You made the RIGHT decision, because it just doesn't feel right does it? You could have pinned me to prove a point, and you FAILED to to do that. Why? Not because you didn't have to, simply because you COULDN'T. You want to end this? PIN ME when it counts, and then you'll prove your point. Until then, enjoy the ride and the airtime I'm bringing you way. I'm sure Masters will be glad to see that you're not the snorefest you've been up until I came into the picture.

So now that's this has all been settled, and so the Bull*cough*shitter*cough* here can pay Jyndal off to stay down to his "super duper omfg so strong elbow drop" there's still one thing we have to go over Sheetah. HOW exactly do you want OUR match to go down? Shall we take a trip down memory lane?

He waves the two intruders off, while tapping the invisible watch on his left wrist. A roll of his eyes follows...

[sharpe]

"Deal with it. The champ spoke. Jyndal? I don't need me a fancy gimmick to whoop your ass, I'll let you slide so you can pray to have a chance to still be in yer ladder match at the end of the night. Straight up singles is just fine with me.

Rest of ya? See who wins, whoop your ass, and, shit, just for the hell of it... Miles! Ya

SMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELALALALALALA------
----L-OW!

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WHAT I'M COOKIN, BITCH!?!"[/COLOR][/b]

Smirking, he tosses the microphone to the center of the ring, satisfied with what he managed to obtain. 2 asses to grind into the canvas, one belt to put around his waste. For the win. He heads to the back.[/center]

[md]

All the while, Miles is leaning against the ropes, practically asleep. Perhaps bored to sleep? Yep, we'll go with that.

When things quiet down, he picks himself up from his trance and wonders what just happened. And why was JERKal still hanging around? Doesn't he have a check to clear?

Miles looks over to Sheetah Storm and the LockUp! Championship. He mouths to Sheetah that he should kiss that title goodbye. Miles knew that this could be his last chance and since things started out on a gamble thanks to Masters, it's going to come full circle between Miles and Sheetah with yet another gamble.

[Shia Storm]

Raises an eyebrow at what Divine just said. Since that people seem to be somewhat happy with the result here, and there. There was one thing that still needed to be decided since that wasn't really done yet. Shia Storm vs. Miles Divine was not going to be just another regular match or whatever. He raises the microphone.

Since that thing is out of the way. You Mr. Divine who thinks that he's the only main attraction on the Lock Up side.

If you only knew that before you came along, I was the only thing that kept this brand upfloat. While others were coming, and going. I stayed, and become one of the only bright spots that this company had. While you were shooting your mouth off, and get your ass kicked, I was defending this title every week. Something that you have not done, and you will never do as long as I am still CHAMPION!

Pause. Reaction from the crowd.

Its not my fault that you couldn't hold your end of the deal, and actually show the fans that you are worthy of their cheers or boos. Its not my fault that after everytime that I kicked someone's ass, and kept this title, they ran, and hid after. They could of kept coming for this title, but nope. They tucked their tale in between their legs, and haven't seen them since.

Pause. Reaction from the crowd.

Something that you didn't do. I'll give you that much. One thing that won't change is that I will still walk out of this arena the GCW Lock Up CHAMPION!

You may dazzle the crowd with a few moves here, and there. You may give a few awws from the crowd, but actually getting the done against me? Get over it. Might as well get yourself drafted over to Mayhem. It seems to be easier to be taking the title than it is over here.

Last week, you got your damn way because you knew that I was going to bury you. You were scared out of your little boots of what would of happened. That's fine though, and you fight another day. You, and I are not having a regular match though. You got your way last week, and this time, I am going to have a match type of my own. You pretty much have two choices to go on. You can either go actually go with the Buried Alive match or another match type that will be called....

Pause. The crowd wonders what Shia has in mind, and so does Mr. Divine.

"Pit Fight" Rules Match!

Crowd Reaction.

For those that who don't know what that is, and Mr. Divine don't know what that is. I'm going to bring you up to speed. It means that you will be in this ring like always, but you are not allowed to leave the ring. No count outs or ring outs at all. No pins or submissions either.

What? No Pins or Submissions?

The only way that you would be able to defeat me is by knocking me out!

Decisions decisions Mr. Divine. Which will you choose? The fans are waiting to get your act together, and choose your fate!

[md]

I don't think, Sheetah. I KNOW! Huge difference there, bub. LockUp! hasn't seen this much attraction since its damned inception, because quite frankly Miles Divine is the only one spicing things up.

Miles was getting fed up with this wannabe champion of the people who finds it convenient to gloat, which is something the "good guy" NEVER does. Get it together, for Christ's sake.

Before I came along, and whenever I was featured, I was the talk of the town and still am. You only have any merit to this situation is because you have something that should be and is mine. You're nothing but someone who's as interesting as a piece of paper. And don't be stupid. Of course it's YOUR responsibility to bring that title to the forefront, if you indeed consider yourself a champion. Heck, tonight is evident enough. It took my bringing you much needed airtime to bring two idiots out here thinking they've got the stuff to challenge you for the LU! title. That's right. MILES DIVINE is doing what YOU should be doing. I'm bringing interest your championship reign. I'm the one making YOU look good. But as with most of the roster, if not all, I've yet to meet someone who is on my level, that can bring what I have to offer and test my limits. You're nothing but an overbearing black stepping stone in my rise to fame.

Truth hurts, don't it?

As for last week, you're misinformed, Sheetah. I got my way because Masters is sick of your crap. Beating the uninteresting will only get you so far. Masters seems to have it engraved in her head that LU! is behind MayheM because of the violent aspect of that brand. Nothing could be farther from the truth. It's the ENTERTAINMENT value of the brand that makes it interesting, in turn higher ratings. As sad as it is, wrestling for sport here in the good ol' US of A is as good as dead. You want to wrestle and only wrestle? Go to Japan and stay there. You could be the greatest WRESTLER in the world, but that doesn't mean you are a PERFORMER. Endless goth makeup isn't going to make you an "ooh and ahh" kind of entertainer. It's just not going to happen. But you're living proof, eh?

Again, here's Sheetah trying to be innovative only for the epic fail.

Funny how someone who's so pro-LU! is making MayheM-oriented matches for the very title that represents the damn show to begin with. You know what, Sheetah. I'm sick of all you crap.

Restlessness is building within Miles. Okay, enough is enough.

You know what? I'll give you your damn buried alive match. You, me, that title, Ascension. I'm going to put you out of your misery once and for all. No more games, no more of "this". I'm done with you!

Talk about being bi-polar.

And don't let it even cross your mind that you're going to trump me just because I'm giving you what you want. To show you HOW serious I am to putting you out to pasture and taking from you what gives you any relevance to this brand, and this company for that matter, Miles Divine will put HIS career ON THE LINE. Yes you hear me right, career versus title. You win, and this entire arena can sing their "nah nah nah nah" hearts out. You'll be known for being the guy that put away Miles Divine, once and for all. BUT if I beat you, I'll take the LU! title and the next time you'll be seeing me in a match for what's soon to be my title will be some time next year!

High stakes. Beyond majorly career threatening match for Miles. Has he finally lost it, to equate his career to what some people consider a measley hunk of junk? That's how much passion he has for this bizness, that he'd put himself on the line to be recognized for the talent he knows he is. Or maybe he's just fed up?

Yea, you heard me Masters. Just like this whole thing started out as a bet, it's going to end with an even bigger one. Book it, NOW!!! Tell your bosses to find a forklift, mounds upon mounds of grimy dirt and sand, and finally the nearest funeral home for a brand spanking new coffin, that'll have either Sheetah's LU! title dreams buried or... be the closing chapter of GCW's greatest superstar in history!

He turns back toward Sheetah, fire in his eyes.

YOU WANT TO BE RID OF ME?! Put your money where your mouth is, CHUMP! You're going to have to beat me to a bloody pulp, suck the air out of me, and cripple me to even throw me inside of a casket! In essence, the only fate that's to be decided here is GCW's, and in turn yours!

Miles steps closer to Sheetah, waiting, while people are flabbergasted by Miles' demands for stipulations.