Shot at the champ anyone? (O2A)

[jj]

As Lockup returns from a commercial break, Jack is standing in the middle of the ring, world title layed on his left shoulder, mic in his right hand and in his usual wrestling attire and a graphic tee. As he stands in the ring fans cheer wildly and make it difficult for him to even start his promo. After a few moments with a smirk accross his face Jack raises the mic...

Well I know what time it is.... do you? oh you don't eh?... let me inform you then. It is NOT Showtime, it is not Pryor's time it is simply MY TIME!... My time in the sun, my time to bask in the glory of this world title, my time to sit back and let the contenders destroy and massacre eachother just so they can earn a shot to face me... But you see I'm not gonna just sit back, no I think I'm in the mood for some competition... Do you agree?...

Fans cheer loudly as Jack unvolves them in his speech...

Good good... But now the question is who? I mean all my potential contenders are in the elimination scramble tournament hunt for the gold chase.... and Showtime is in some triple threat... so what does that leave me? Basically about 5 guys who I know would die to prove they are worthy once again... Like oh I don't know.... Jonathan Pryor... orrr Brent Starr... or even Cal Crossfire...

Fans go nuts for Crossfire as that match would have a lot of history behind it....

Well there is only one way to find an opponent... just wait for a fish to take the bait, so, any fish in the back wanna earn their paycheck tonight?... or am I gonna have to just stand around here talkin all day...

[Jon Pryor]

"Stop this blasphemy. Stop it right now..."

BOOOOOOOOOOO

The chorus interrupts the man who should be the number one contender as he makes his way onto the stage. He's shirtless, dressed in jeans.

"You know it. I know it. These ingrates that occupy each and every one of these seats know it..."

Bazztard: "The champ's pissed."

Graciela: "It's time to climb out from under your rock, John. Pryor's time is done, Jyndal's our new champion now!"

"I refuse to even acknowledge that. Jon Pryor's being robbed of the shot that is rightfully his. Until they give him what's right? He's still the champion in my book..."

"You're so dilluded..."

Jon stops as he says his last words, staring each person down that he could make eye contact with, before finally settling on Jyndal in the middle of the ring.

"For months, that ungrateful bitch in the front office handed out rematch after rematch after rematch to you, to Jin Remmy, only for me to succeed time and time again. A fluke happens, and what does she do?

Plays hand outs. Hands a shot to Carson Freedom. Hands a shot to Haven. Hands a shot to the constantly losing William James even... Putting each and every one of these curtain jerkers on MY level.

ME.

The one who's carried not one, not two, but three federations on his back. Half the people in the back OWE me a debt of gratitude for increasing the zeros on their checks with the revenue that I brought in. People in other companies even!

You owe me far more than you'll ever know, Jack Jyndal. I brought you on, I pulled the strings to elevate you to the top...

...I didn't bury you when I should have one month ago. The very day that I sent Jin Remmy packing. I am better than the both of you could ever aspire to be... I'm on a level you can only pray to one day touch... I've destroyed as many careers as I've made, Jack...

That one instance of mercy... and look at you now. Top of the world for a fleeting second. Amanda may have tried to shove something in my ass and leave it there with this BS chase that should never have happened... But there in is the problem and solution. Time and time again, everyone tries to fuck me over. Tear down my companies that I own, break down my accomplishments, screw me out of what is rightfully mine... and time and time again? I blow each and every one of those instances away. Soundly.

You know that I should have been named the number one contender, no questions asked, in the rematch that I deserve far more than you or Remmy ever did.

If you even dreamt of having a set of balls, you'd face me. Tonight. And you'd put that World Title on the line."

[jj]

silence.... almost complete silence passes through the GCW arena as Jack stands in the middle of the ring looking down the ramp at the former champion who is ready to go. After a few more moments of silence Jack raises the mic...

Well Pryor I usually only defend my titles at pay per views, which is sad because that means these fans won't get to see me humiliate you once again right here tonight....

Fans boo as they want a title match bettween the two biggest names of the season....

BUT.... I have to say Jon... I agree with you... I agree that Amanda Wallace should give you you're rematch, I mean it's in your contract... And eventhough I and all of theses fans may hate the ground you walk on... A champion should ALWAYS get his rematch.... So Jon, you're in luck. I'm giving you something Amanda didn't, I'm righting the wrong, and shutting you up for good tonight. Because it's gonna be Jack Jyndal vs Jon Pryor for the G...C...W World Heavyweight CHAMPIONSHIP!

Fans erupt as they are going to see a match for the biggest prize in the company....

But incase you forgot from last time, Jack Jyndal stays down for no man, I will beat you, and I WILL retain my title, Mark My Words...