Heh....So THIS is Mayhem, huh? (Challenge)

[Haven]

As Mayhem comes back from a commercial break, the audience is confused as to why the lighting all of a sudden went dim. While the light's dim, the cameras focus on the entrance ramp, and Hollywood Haven makes his grand entrance to Lucana Coils "Swamped"

Haven signals through swiping his hand past his neck for the technicians to stop his music short.

He takes a long look around the stadium, and then begins to speak....



"So THIS is it, huh? This is the same GCW I've heard so much about? The same GCW that supposedly had the best of the best, in their ranks?"

Haven is now walking toward the ring

"While most of the "wrestlers" here, and I use that term loosely, are a joke; this stopped being funny about a year ago.

And speaking of not funny, what's up with the Debutantes here?

Seriously, most of these chicks here should do a commercial on the benifits of using birth control. I even thought of a slogan..."Use it, or see your kids end up like us"


The audience members switch from being curious to booing


"What the hell is wrong with you people?! You have a certified Wrestling Rockstar, *trademark*, in front of you, ready to change the sad landscape of this so called "Championship Wrestling", and you boo me?!

You idiots deserve the crap you've been force fed, but I'm going to save you from it anyway."

More boos

Haven climbs into the ring, and says...

"SHUT. UP."

Louder boos

"As I was saying, I'm going to save you simpletons from this mockery of what real wrestling should be.

So I'm making this an open invite for any idiot backstage foolish enough to think of themselves as a wrestler, and dumb enough to actually step into this ring with me, to a challenge."

Haven sit's in the corner of the ring waiting to be challenged


"No one, huh? It figures."

[<~The Shooting Starr~>]

The drums kick in as Mayhem's resident general of war, Brent Starr, comes out and to the ring. Grabbing a mic, and sizing up the newcomer, he climbs into the ring, and speaks.

So, your the big deal. Your the man behind the hype. Ya know, I couldn't help but wonder, when I heard rumors backstage that we were signing the next big thing in wrestling, if we were bound to find some muscleheaded behemoth, standing in the ring, here on Mayhem.

I mean, I saw Nathan Michaels backstage and thought to myself. No, he's too smart to get back in the ring so soon. Sure, he's a great wrestler, a tremendous wrestler at that. He just knows better then to jump back into the thick of things without shaking off the rust. Yet, here I am, seeing what seems to be a ghost. Your the picture perfect replica of my former partner, Shawn Hollywood. All that's missing is darker hair, and the color blue within your fancy little rockstar get up.

He studies him some more, the resemblance near uncanny.

Yup, even got the same aura about you that your the greatest thing to hit the ring since the wristlock. Tell ya what though, your only as good as the man you fight, so, regardless of where you came from, or who screwed who in your last working place. I'll throw ya a bone here. Seeing as nobody else in the back thinks your worth their time, seeing as you came out with the same debut speech everyone else has for the last 50 something years. Ya come out, run down the fed, the roster, and say your the future, that your going to change things.

Yup, heard it all before, too many times. Saying, and doing, are two different things, and last time I checked.. I'm the only one who said I'd run rampant, amassing wins at a non stop pace, from day one, and I've done that for four years. So, since you like repeating things, Parrot, I'll give you a match, and after I pin you, 1...2...3, you can repeat the words over, and over in your head.

I'm overhyped....I'm overhyped....I'm overhyped.

So let's hope, your not, and that you are worth the money you signed for, and worth the time of everyone here. Now, go work on your tan some more, or some riffs, whatever you rockstars do when your not wrestling apparently. I'll just see you down here later.

With that, he drops the mic to the side of the ring, smiling at the newcomer, and leaves, heading for the back to prepare for his match.

[Haven]

Haven doesn't even attempt to sink to Brent Starr's level by jabbing back. Instead he smirks with that rockstar gleam as Starr walks off, thinking to himself.....

"To bring about change, there must be sacrifices. Brent Starr = The Next Victim"