Mock Me? Fuck You, I'll Take your belt! (LUTitle)

[sharpe]

The symphonic mix of the BISON hits the speakers of the LockUP! Arena, knowing it only brings out the charismatic, half-black, ass-whoopin' machine, Jerimiah "The BISON" Sharpe! Last time we saw Sharpe, he'd been going all out in a tag team match... only to get fucked over in the end... and, to put an "LOL" on the situation... Shia tagged in some dyke broad that was fighting over some cookies... and had HER pin the BISON! Now... the BISON was absolutely livid...

"Cut my music!"

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The BISON demands, and it is granted...

"NOW... Who all heard about the house show... hm? Some of you? Well...

FORGET IT!

See... all about some retribution... that's what this whole thing is about. I came in here, I brought the spotlight, I didn't wait for the last minute to make my strides towards the top. What did that get us? A show championship that is not only held by the most boring guy in history taking precedence over GCW's very own major championships! That's what! And who was the one who started all the chirade in lieu of "waiting my turn" like some asshole wanted???


ME.

Now, it's time for the BISON to get his due!

No other matches... just one. Mano-et-mano, avec Shia Storm!!! See... the BISON doesn't give a DAMN what the hell you try to do to this one on one encounter... the BISON sees the little loophole in your game plan! You left that tournament open for...

The DANGER ZONE.

Tonight? Fuck the DANGER ZONE, I'm cashin' in right now!

Shia Storm... put your belt on the line, tonight, against the BISON, and we'll finally rectify the wrong that no one has been able to right since DAY FUCKING ONE!"[/b][/center]

[Shia Storm]

Just a little bit after this rookie stops his whinning, and complaining like a damn child, the lights go out, music plays, Shia Storm comes onto the stage. Title around waist, and a tissue in hand. Wonder why probably? Everyone will find out as if you can't figure it out. Microphone in hand already still walking down towards the ring he decides to speak his mind.


Get all the crying, bitching, moaning, and excuses out your system. I'm sure that the crowd is bored of your ass already from it.

Trying to talk about me being boring like you aren't. You speak the same crap every week without doing a damn thing yet.

This belt shouldn't even be in your mindframe right now since you are new, and haven't earned your stripes, but obviously Miss Masters sees you as someone who could be somewhat worthy of a title shot, and all.

You should be praising her right now because you are going to get one more shot, and then after that, wait in line. You aren't getting another one for a while. I really don't have time to deal with crybabies, and rookies who don't know their place.

Guys who have put in the years to get where they are. Not just by holding titles, but showing the commitment week in, and week out.

Sliding in the ring, and getting the face of the rookie.

You can't blame anyone for your losses but yourself. Got your ass pinned by Christina Dixon? Now you are so pissed? Is that supposed to scare someone? You need to relax rookie. Losses are going to happen, and if you keep your act up after loosing all the time, you won't be around long enough to even think about getting your non deserving hands on some gold. You will become just like that man who decided to put his career on the line against me for this title. I'm sure that you don't want to follow that path.

Brief stare-down as it gets more heated.

That best damn elbow can't help ya "Rock". "Laying the smackith down" or "Smacking people's punk ass" won't get you nowhere. Save all your catch phrases for someone who cares. Wait never did care for ya. Certainly all the guys in the back think very low of ya. So don't fail now because all the pressure in the world is on you, not me. I have already shown that I can deliver seeing that I have defended this title more than anyone. The only champion who became the first of their respectable titles, and has stayed that way. Ready to have your spirit crushed? Time to man up now for once.

[sharpe]

"You know something... You're right, Shia Storm..."

To this lie, the BISON smirks...

"To only in the aspect that THIS IS MY LAST SHOT AT THE LOCKUP BELT! Here we are again, once again, you boring the BISON's fans, boring the masses of GCW at large by once again digging into the same pot of tired insults! "Rookie this," "Rookie that,"... LISTEN TO YOURSELF, MAN! Watch some TV, think of a new line, in fact, pay attention to a little history lesson!

The BISON, is no rookie. In fact, as stated time and time and time again... the BISON has enjoyed a near decade of competition in the very land that would rightfully leave you as the mockery that you are... THE ORIENT! Japan! The BISON, talented enough in the ring to become a sensation in the technically versed land of the rising sun, possessing the charisma and drawing power of the most charismatic of the American performers to perform the easy, seamless transition into the American version of the sport! Tell ya... that ain't easy. Only reason you think you're some type of deal in the United States is because somewhere, somehow, a twelve year old boy that still thinks that girls have cooties, somehow thinks you're cool with your devil eyes and your steroided abs that he for some reason, God knows why, asked Santy Claus for a Shia Storm headband! Now, that same twelve year old, along with the legion of BISON fans are staring, wide eyed, at the BISON hisself, waitin' for him to drop the

....BEST


...DAMN

...ELBOW

PERIOD!

On your ass, pin you for the 1,2,3, and save his favorite show from the absolute FILTH you and the other champions of this brand have made it into! The VERY... SAME... legion of BISON fans that wholeheartedly agree with you, like the BISON hisself, when you decide to make comparisons to a certain...





GREAT ONE!

Now, cheers for the BISON rise... thousands of fans, chanting the BISON's name, as he soaks up each and every one of their words.

Over the chants of "BISON! BISON! BISON!" he continues.

"You see, you flaming hunk of dogshit, the BISON is well aware the likenesses he has to a certain... Brahma Bull. And the BISON, welcomes it! Best to be compared to the very, absolute, best that history books can never close on...

than something that is a complete mockery. The BISON accepts this comparison with pride, and the BISON will do everything in his power to EXCEED the bar that the people set for him! But, hey, the BISON is a fair man. You, you seem to need something to compare yourself to as well!

Well, since we've already established that it's gotta be just little boys that dig you... how about we start somewhere around there, right? You could be like... the "Great Kh*yawn*li... right? Everyone wishes they didn't understand a bland word comin' outta your mouth in the first place... You look like a walkin' two by four... and the only people mystified by you are the pre-adolescent kids and... oh, wait. India thinks he's a God, right?

I guess we can scratch him. Somehow, someway, the Great Khali is more of an icon that Shia Storm.

Here we go... I got it!

You say the same thing... week in, week out. Right? Somehow, you possess some kinda unbeatable streak until the BISON gets done whoopin' your ass, right? Kids adore you and buy up all the little Shia Storm headbands and start listening to death metal wishin' their mommy's and daddy's would let them go one step further and buy Shia Storm devil eyes... right?

Here we go. You ready for this?

John. Cena. It's perfect! Already you got the winning streak... and already the masses in large are sick. And tired. Of seeing your candy, jabroni ass hogging up their airwaves! It's perfect, the BISON is a genius!"

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His attention snaps directly into the devil eyes of Shia Storm, the intelligent smile already faded from his jaw.

"Know this, Shia Storm. You've got limited days before I claim what is rightfully mine, before I shut you out from the spotlight you think you have. At LockUP!, for the final time. It will be Jerimiah "The BISON" Sharpe, taking on Shia Storm. LockUP! Championship on the line. The future of GCW hangs on this match, as the somehow still a rookie after wrestling in Japan for nearly a decade, Jerimiah Sharpe, finally saves the championship scene of Global Championship Wrestling, and leaves you blubbering in the same bag of tired insults that you employ. Because..."[/b]

He waves the five fingers in front of his face before smirking.

"You can't see this."[/b]

He flips the microphone aside as his music kicks up, staring eye to eye with Shia Storm, before punking at him and leaving the ring, heading to the back and through the curtain.[/center]