Your chance @ stardom.. (Tag related, 02A)

[The Golden Prodigy]

Seeing that the tag titles were vacated, and only two teams were named for contention, Sylas opts to prove he can work with anyone to get the belts, instead of recruiting his own partner. So standing in the ring, near the beginning of MayheM, Sylas addresses the roster

Seeing as that the tag belts belong to nobody now, since Jyndal won the big belt, I've decided to take it upon myself to actually bring some credability, and legendship, to the table, and allow anyone in the back, male, or hell, even female if they want, to team up with "The Golden Prodigy" and capture the tag team titles.

All ya gotta do, is come on down here, and tell me why you deserve this chance!

[Autumn]

The mash up version of Crushcrushcrush by Paramore & Faint by Linkin Park plays suddenly, as all eyes turn to the stage welcoming Autumn back to TV after nursing a hamstring injury for the last month.
Those fans in the know, remember that it was Sylas who got Autumn into wrestling, or more so, into their former stomping grounds, VWE. So the cheers of support, are relevant to that issue.

Sylas, dollface, my favorite legend. I'll be more then happy to take you up on the open contract to fight for those tag titles with you. If I'm going to win any title here, it'd mean more to share tag titles with you, my idol, my own personal jesus, then to win a belt on my own, especially pending the rumored closure of GCW this coming summer.

So the choice is yours, since I'm not going to waste valuable air time telling you why you should choose me as your partner. All I'm going to say is, it's because of you that I got into VWE, it's because of you I signed my endorsement deal with Adidas. It's because of you I'm here in GCW. Do you want to add one more thing to the list? Can it be, because of you, I won my first real championship of my career?

She stops there, and lets Sylas do his thinking

[Gran Orientales]

Alto, alto, alto. Whoa, whoa, whoa. It was the GCW's resident work horse and all around International blue collar girl, Gran Orientales coming through the curtain next. She looked out to the ring at The Golden Prodigy, shaking her head. No offense to the Amazing, Abominable Amazon ass kisser here. She hitched a thumb in Autumn's direction as if it weren't obvious. But if your looking for a tag team partner? I'm your girl not her. A mixed reaction at best from the crowd, her record was abysmal and her name wasn't on any merchandise outside. But there was only one way to change that. Between all the burnouts, "injuries" and "life" issues. I'm one of the few actually earning her paycheck around here. I bet you remember those days. Gran made her stand on the stage. Eh? Eh?? The camera got closer as she pointed at her eyes. Face paint right? She pointed at her tights. Gold. Get it? You seeing the picture. Why we are like brother and sister from two completely different parents! She looked at Autumn. She's a mutant freak. The crowd appreciated the banter in a crowdly way. So pick me. I'll work hard for you and you won't have to give me nothin' but the same. As far as pitches went, she didn't think that was half bad. She nodded her head in self approval. At least Sylas had an actual choice now.

[Aphrodite]

Before Sylas could utter an irrelevant breath into the microphone, a humming music rises from the speakers. The lights turn gold as the piano slide kicks the music into a higher gear. Aphrodite's elegant presence graced the GCW stage for only the second time since her facial injury at the hands of Lessien a few months back. She looked better than ever, and set her eyes on her prey.

Unfortunately, it wasn't Sylas. For him.

Gracefully, methodically, she made her way around the ring, grabbing a microphone and climbing in.

"Look at the ones trying to line up for a shot at tag team glory. I'll tell you something... the only thing worse then begging to team up with a "Legend" that fell from grace for that oh-so-special rub..."

She turned to face Sylas briskly for her next sentence.

"...Are idiots that line up to pine for gold with the "Legend" that skipped the fall from grace and just fell from the face of the planet!"

Bazztard: "I take it that Aphrodite isn't out here for a tag title shot..."

Graciela: "You know, John... I can't say that I've missed Aphrodite's catty, diva ways... did you catch how much she over-emphasized the word "Legend?" She didn't lose her "God"-complex when she had her face smashed in, now did she?"

"Thankfully she didn't lose any of her looks either... I was scared for a minute..."

"I hate you..."

Following the course of boos for the absolute disrespect, Aphrodite turns to Gran Orientales... "You, on the other hand... are so quick to forget about the woman that destroyed you back at MindGames... Care to inform me why? I know that I was no where near done with your irrelevant ass!"

[Gran Orientales]

Was that you? Gran turned towards the blond interruption. She wasn't going to defend The Prodigy, he could do that himself. But if there was anything she hated more than blonds, she wasn't sure what it was. It made her cranky and loose focus quickly. Of course it was, it all makes sense now. Gran had a theory. See, I'm a professional wrestler. That means I train, I prepare and watch tape of my opponents before I get in the ring with them. Gran nodded her head yes, but switched to no as she continued. But I didn't see you in any of those steps, which can only lead me to one thing. You're not actually a professional wrestler but some kind of demented chiropractor with a doctor's god complex and too much free time. Gran put a hand on her hip. So back off before I sue you for what you did to my uhm back. She hated saying back twice, but she was trapped.

[Aphrodite]

An evil laugh escaped her lips.

"Back off? Oh, no, honey... I'm not backing off. I'm not going away. Especially since you obviously didn't do your homework well enough... or you'd know that your little "lawsuit" would be null and void and you'd just be throwing money away. All that you would have to do, is push the "rewind" button on your little tapes for oh, about one month, to March's episode of LockUP!. Not one of my finest hours, but I digress.

This... Goddess, standing before you... was in this very ring on that very episode in the Debutante main event... If you didn't bother learning my name back at MindGames, if you didn't bother to brush up on the now-active roster, then allow me to introduce myself formally for you, so you know just who you won't be turning your back on and walking away from. Lest you want something to deeply regret in, oh... five minutes. Aphrodite... at your service."

She doesn't bow to her introduction. It's beneath her.

"And I'm quite sure that a "Legend" doesn't want to grasp at a crutch like yourself when he needs to find much something far more sturdier if he ever wants to leave any kind of decent legacy...

Which would leave your dance card wide open to shut my... overzealous... mouth..."

Her golden eyes lit up with a devious, piercing glare beneath Oreintales' facepaint...

[Gran Orientales]

Oh right. The face girl. Gran remembered now but instead she acted shocked, that's what professional wrestlers did to entertain. Ay, ay, ay. You're not a chiropractor. It seemed she wasn't going to get her chance to wrestle any national talent during her stay. That didn't do much for her already souring disposition. Lying on your back in bed makes you a member of the active roster? Gran took the final step away from Sylas and Autumn. That makes you a putana-chan. Gran looked into her a face. A prostituta, desu yo. Now I understand. Gran squared up. It will be a professional pleasure to escort your blond hedor from my profession, putana. You've got yourself a date.

With that Gran looked back once at Sylas and shrugged a 'those are the breaks' shrug. At Autumn she still mouthed the word 'mutant' before heading back into the back to find those mythical tapes Aphrodite had been bragging about. She really didn't like her at all.

[Aphrodite]

Aphrodite shrugged her shoulders as well.

"It looks like you'll have to grasp elsewhere for one last shot at some gold, huh?"

A devious smirk as she slipped through the ropes and headed to the back with her white dress flowing behind her. A mocking kiss blown at Sylas is the last anyone saw of her in the arena. She got what she wanted.

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[The Golden Prodigy]

Sylas sits back, smug in his position of choosing one or the other, and watched it become a process of elimination. The Golden Goddess, eliminated Gran Orientales from the choosing, and that left one option.

Autumn

So, turning his attention to his latest project, he alleviates the painful situation.

Well, I guess that settles it. You get to team with me, Autumn, this time. No offence, but I expected more... but you're more then enough to win.

That was it, short, sweet, to the point. He finished, and left her there in the ring. There was no time for word games, or long drawn out promos anymore. They needed to be on the same page, and fast.

["The Hot Stuff" Johnny Phoenix]

Or is she?

Johnny Phoenix walks out onto the stage and moves his sunglasses a bit as the boos are loud...and clear.

Not so fast Sylas, no offense but I expected more.

Half the crowd laugh while the rest boo.

Sylas if Autumn was your partner, how far would you expect you two to get? I mean... judging by the last thing you said she is just not what your looking for. And Autumn, He is just NOT that into you baby.

Half cheer and half not.

I think you know now why I am out here. We both know who your NEW partner will be. We have worked together before, there is no reason why we could not become the absolute BEST TAG TEAM THAT GCW HAS EVER SEEN.

Johnny smiles as he waits to see what Sylas will say.

[The Golden Prodigy]

He grins, from ear to ear.

See, now THIS is what I was hoping for. We tore down the barriers when we beat Starr & Avenger, no reason why we can't just finish the job and beat the rest right now.

He turns back to look at Autumn, still standing in the ring, now looking puzzled at what all has transpired.

Sorry Autumn, some other time, some other place, just not here, and now. I'll make it up to you though, someway.

Now, Johnny... let's get to strategizing.

He continues his walk towards the back, and behind the curtains, more satisfied with his NEW, OLD partner.