It's not over yet!! (Bruiser then o2a)

[Jacob Stevens]

Jacob's music hits the GCW arena's sound system. After the obligatory talking intro of "Omerta" by Lamb of God, Jacob walks out from behind the curtain. He stops on the stage for a minute to let the fans throw boos toward his ears. Then, he raises his right hand, which holds the microphone he had custom made.

Ok, this should be fun. The crowd is already against you, so show them exactly what being a heel means.

Jacob thinks to himself as he begins walking down to the ring. The blackness of the arena shrouded his being exactly as he wanted it to. The speech was one thing; the entrance was another monster all to itself, and the guys in the back tweaked and perfected his ideas on an entrance. Now at the end of the ramp, Jacob pauses to lift his right arm again to another rousing chorus of boos from the audience. He heads to the ring steps and a fan yells "you suck" at the top of his lungs. Jacob had to keep his cool, though, so he shrugged the fan out of his mind. He climbs through the middle rope and walks toward the middle of the ring. Sweat is already pouring down from his body. The heat inside the arena is unbearable for him, but he still must persist through it all. He raises the mic and begins to speak.

So, as you all know, I had my first match in GCW at Absolution against Joe Bruiser.

Jacob has to stop talking because the fans are going mad with applause and "Joe" chants. They obviously loved how Joe tore into Jacob in their singles match.

All right, shut your mouths now!! You people are sorry and worthless. You loved seeing me get beat at Absolution didn't you? Well, that's just fine with me because you people, you excuses for human beings don't know what it's like to be in this ring. You don't know how much you can lose in two years out of the spotlight. So you can cheer for him all you want, but the deck was stacked against me from the beginning. You see, unlike you overweight degenerates out there, I have been training to get back in the ring to wrestle again and it clearly shows.

Jacob pulls off the shirt he was wearing to reveal a six-pack as most people called his stomach.

How many out of the nearly 15,000 people here have a stomach like this? Maybe 100? Maybe less? You don't understand how long it takes to get a stomach like this and you know less about keeping it.

The crowd yells a chorus of boos and "Joe beat you" at Jacob. They are really into this whole thing. He just needs to sell it a little bit more...

Anyway, back to why I'm out here. Joe, if you can hear me over your ego right now, this isn't over yet. One match isn't enough to settle that ego of yours and it's sure as hell not enough to stifle the fire that I have inside me. Of course you were going to win at Absolution. That was my first match in two years!! Think about it, I went in with a handicap and you were at the top of your game that night. What it basically comes down to is this: the match we had at Absolution, although I did last for longer than the hypocrites in the crowd thought I would, the match was a fluke. Nothing you will ever say will change that fact, Joe, so get your over-inflated ego down here and let's let this fickle crowd watch the blood run down your face as they see me beat your ass to hell!!

[Joe Bruiser]

Eye of the Tiger hits over the arena and the crowd goes wild for Bruisamania as Joe makes his way out onto the stage. He is wearing a red muscle shirt and a pair of sky blue shorts and red sunglasses. Joe has a Mic in his hand as he stops at the stage and his music cuts. The crowd continues to scream as Joe speaks.

[glow=blue,2,300]Looks like BRUISAMANIA HAS RUN WILD TODAY!!![/glow]

Crowd screams.

[glow=blue,2,300]In fact, The Bruisamania, ran wild on you Jacob at Absolution. You say you have been preparing for over a year for this. So your telling me that you prepared for over a year just to get your ass handed to you? [/glow]

The crowd laughs there ass off as Joe speaks.

[glow=blue,2,300]Your telling me that my ego is to big? Ask anyone else in this place, out here and in the back. If my ego is to high then that must make me Kurt Warner and you Terrel Owens.[/glow]

Crowd laughs again.

[glow=blue,2,300]You know, I think that your ego has gotten in the way of your training to where you may THINK that you were preparing for over a year for this. When in fact, you probably only trained like 4 months. And oh by the way...[/glow]

Joe raises up his shirt and the ladies scream as they get to see his abs.

[glow=blue,2,300]This Jacob, is a six pack. And so is Miller Lite. Any other six pack of beer would be just a waste of money.[/glow]

Joe lets his shirt fall back down as he continues to speak.

[glow=blue,2,300]Now that I think about it, BWWUUZZAA would be nice in a six pack instead of a four. Hmmm...anyways, Jacob my good friend. You haven't done enough research on me. You claim that your going to beat me to a bloody pulp. Now, your plan would of been MUCH better if you tried to blackmail me instead. At least then id know your ego would not be so damn high. But you THINK you can beat ME, an Ex BOXER to a bloody pulp?[/glow]

Joe laughs along with the crowd.

[glow=blue,2,300]My right hook has knocked out some of the best BOXERS and WRESTLERS that have ever gotten inside of a ring. You can tell me you can, but I know you can't.[/glow]

Joe smiles as he lowers the Mic and waits for Jacob to speak.

[Jacob Stevens]

Jacob raises his mic to his mouth.

You still don't get it do you, Joe? That thick skull and that ungodly hair-don't is cutting off all the oxygen and blood to your pebble size brain, aren't they?

The crowd boos Jacob for what he just said to Joe. Although some have warmed to his heel character.

Gotta love the fans, right? Jacob thought.

This isn't about ego anymore. This isn't about me coming back anymore. This isn't even about the bullshit that you spoon-feed the fans anymore, Joe. No, it's just you, me, and the ring now.

Jacob walks to the ropes and jumps onto the floor.

Out of all the shit that's been said between us, you went too far when you recalled your past as a boxer. Well, if you want to play that game, I guess it's my move, right?

Jacob walks up the ramp and onto the stage.

Joe, you're just a speed bump on my road to success. Lucky for me, I'm riding 3 feet off the ground so I don't have to slow down for your punk ass. But I'm going to anyway because you still need a reality check and no one else around here seems to want to give you one.

Jacob puts the mic in his pocket and walks back through the curtain. Did he walk away, or does he have something planned for Joe?

[Joe Bruiser]

[glow=blue,2,300]3 Feet? Your only riding 3 feet off the ground? Dude my Fro is 10 feet off the ground so your just pretty much getting swallowed up by a bush of hair.[/glow]

Fans laugh as Joe speaks.

[glow=blue,2,300]My past as a boxer has nothing to do with my present as a wrestler Jacob. It does however, let your mind wonder about the many ways that I can kick your ass.[/glow]

Fans go nuts as Joe smiles.

[glow=blue,2,300]I think you still don't get it Jacob. Success is not won overnight. Right now you have lost to me every time except for that tag match that you guys had to cheat to win. Not to mention you lost that Triple Threat Match between you, Dravis, and Phoenix. You haven't done shit Stevens, your still a Jobber until you can...BEAT ME in a match ONE on ONE.[/glow]

Take that and shove it in someones face.

[Jacob Stevens]

Joe sits and looks on as he talks to.... no one...

Jacob had already left the ring. He was just past the curtain when Joe shouted his reply. What a big mistake for Joe. Jacob stopped right around the extra "supplies" that wrestlers could get before going to the ring if they so chose. And there was his past...

A sledgehammer waiting to be pulled from the back of the pile.

It was practically screaming at Jacob to put his hands around the handle and put Joe's blood on the end. It wanted the old Jacob back, it wanted the Jacob that sat on the sidelines for two years while he went to the A.M. classes and sat through the grueling hiatus that judge in Cincinnati put him in. It wanted the Jacob that could win, and it was about to get that Jacob.

Taking one hand around the handle of the sledgehammer and one hand on a mic, Jacob headed back out to the stage. When he went through the curtain, Jacob raised the mic to his mouth and spoke.

All right, Joe, you want to go down that road, do you? Fine, that's just perfectly fine with me. What have you accomplished since our last match? Not a damn thing, that's what. Yeah, I admit that I got lucky with the call to be placed with The Hot Shots, but at least I took the opportunity and made all that I could with it. Well, at least all the new Jacob could.

Jacob lifts the sledgehammer up and looks at it for a while.

You know, the old Jacob wouldn't have taken any of this from the likes of you, and from the looks of things, I kinda like the way I used to perform business. If you want to sit there and talk about looks and how I'm lost under your excuse for hair, then let's do it. What would you say to a makeover, Joe?

Jacob starts walking down the ramp towards the silent Joe in the ring.

Why don't I just make my way down there and beat all that shit off your head for you since you won't go to a stylist that will. Hell, they'd probably just send you to Wal-Mart and have one of the people in Lawn Care chop it off with those nice little hedge trimmers. If you were lucky, that person might even know how to make art out of hedges and cut you a nice little animal on your head. But that would just be a waste of money, right? When I'm standing here offering to beat the hell out of you for free.

Jacob makes it to the ring steps and walks up and through the ropes.
Here's some more useless words, Joe: Success isn't won overnight, but Pleasure can come from the simplest of things. So what do you have to say before I beat your head in? And the only reason I'm hesitating is because some of your comebacks make me laugh my ass off. So, in reality, at least you're worth something around here.