And then there were two... (Haven/o2Chase)

[William James]

Guitar riffs ring out across the arena, as 'I Stand Alone' begins to play.
After the customary pyro flashes off, WJ makes his way onto the stage.
He walks to the ring, and grabs a mic from the ring apron.
As WJ stands in the center of the ring, he lifts the mic to speak...

"Funny, what a difference a week makes.
Two weeks ago, I was one second away from elimination.
Last week, opportunity called... and I answered.

Now, I stand here before you, one of the finalists in this
Elimination Chase to the GCW World Championship.

Call it luck, a fluke, whatever...
I did what I had to do to advance.

Freedom, your misfortune becomes MY gain.
Call it redemption, if you will, on my part.

After you hit the 'neck breaker' on Haven...
I saw my time opportunity for redemption, and I took it.

WJ points into the camera, and continues...

I had the choice, it seemed, and I choose you, Freedom.
The reason has two parts really...

For one, my first GCW match this season, saw me losing to you.
That time... it was for really nothing but a win.
Big deal.
This time... it was for something much bigger.
The chance to knock you out of this chase...
and that is just what I did.
Revenge is sweet, isn't it?"

WJ smiles into the camera, and continues...

"And secondly...
it give me a chance to finally go one on one...
with that loud mouth punk, 'Hollywood' Haven.
A chance to shut him up, personally.

Week after week, he talks and talks.
Yet, fail after fail, he just doesn't seem to get it.
Well, this week, he WILL get it...
I will to see it, personally this time.

How sweet it will be to knock him around this ring,
and eliminate him from yet...
another Championship fail on his part."


WJ shrugs his shoulders, and extends his hands outward.

"Only here to help, pal.
Wouldn't want to see you disappointed, yet again,
in ANOTHER Championship match."

WJ smirks, as he continues...

"And on a side note...
Jon Pryor, listen up, this is for you.
I heard your comments last week,
on how I wasn't fit to hold the GCW World title.

I'm just wondering how it feels to know...
I'm here, one match away from a title match...
in a chase that you yourself got eliminated from in the first round,

and there you sit, on the other hand...
not getting the job done, not once, but twice in a row.

Thought you would 'weasel' your way in and take it from Jyndal...
only to play a Haven, and fail, again,
to take back what you think is 'yours'.

Ironic, don't you think?

Before WJ could say another word, music rings out...
signaling the entrance of...

[jj]

the champion himself, the one and only Jack Jyndal, wearing a leather jacket over a graphic tee, sunglasses, dark toned jeans and of course the GCW World Title sitting on his shoulder Jack stands on the stage for a moment taking in the cheers from all of the thousand Jynda-holics. He then begins his walk down to the ring, taking his time nodding at the ring side fans, even giving on fan of the female gender his shades. With a smirk on his face he climbs into the ring, walks up to WJ, shrugs, continues over to a ringpost, shows off his gold, climbs down gets a mic from a time keeper and finally turns to WJ...

JON PRYOR THIS.... AND JON PRYOR THAT. He's not even champion yet everbody still seems to talk about the stupid sob... I mean the way everyone is talking its making this whole thing sound like Pryor screwed up.... Well I have to tell you... He didn't, I'm just too damn good. I mean I have what is it now? three? or is it four pinfalls over him? And yet everyone still sais "Jack you're so lucky Pryor didn't beat you"..... NO I'M NOT! Pryor is unluck that he is all washed up and I have his number every single god damn time we step foot in this ring.... Look now I'm talking about him.

But like I said Pryor did not screw up, I mean yeah he's out of the chase, but now all he has to do is win against my good friend Cal Crossfire and he gets his title match.... So he has to beat ONE person, you have to go through three matches against THREE people.... And he screwed up? In Jack Jyndal's book of knowledge... He kinda outsmarted all of you... But I personally think he's gonna lose tonight, and then I get my match with a deserving man Cal Crossfire... I know some fans may not like him, but I have to stay true to my past, NS for life.

BUT onto why you are here William, this little "chase" thing that those geniuses in the back cooked up. You see William, you could be a great competitior, you really could be... but the way this "chase" works, really doesn't prove anything to me. Hear me out, someone can easily just weasel there way through it... I say the old fashioned way of finding a challenger is still best... That's what I did, I busted my ass week in and week out all last season, winning tag titles and mid card titles to prove I was worthy. That is why I am respected by these fans, and by the sane half of the locker room... Now who knows, you could pull out a huge upset tonight, One of my title wins from back in a previous federation was a major upset... Against Brent Starr, infact almost everyone in the locker room wanted me dead because I "Didn't deserve it"... then I go into the match, kick his head clean off his shoulders, 1-2-3 and I became world champion.... but that was ME... I was destined to be where I am today... You William James... I can't tell you where your path lies, that is up to you....

Fans cheer as Jack spreads his thoughts and "Wisdom"....

[<~The Shooting Starr~>]

What happened next was NOT what people expected...

Almost as if on cue, the drums begin to bang, and the attention turns to the emerging Mid Atlantic Champion, Brent Starr, who walks out, and makes his way down to ringside with HIS belt aswell.

He enters the ring, mic in hand aswell, and addresses the situation.

Listen to you guys, both babbling on about Pryor, and Cal Crossfire. Your focus should be on Haven, and when he beats you, William, and moves on to defeat YOU, Jack. Then, together, Haven and I will do what we do best, and that is allow the spotlight to hog US, focus on US, and illuminate US. Standing together, as the two most dominant, and outstanding men, no scratch that, CHAMPIONS, that GCW ever had.

We'll also stand as the FINAL champions in GCW. Forever to be remembered. The same as I stand here, the final EVER, LXW SlamGOD champion, emphasis on the god part. So, you can see why, it's not just fate, not just destiny, but INEVITABLE that it happens.

He lets the statement sink in, before continuing on.

Not to overlook Pryce, but, I pinned him already. I've pinned everyone that matters, even your guys focus, Jon Pryor. That's right, my first year in this business was highlighted by me collecting a bounty on Pryors head. I chased him down, and I defeated him after a long, hard, war of a match. The match brought us together, not just as two warriors, battling for a belt, but as friends. A friendship that has lasted all this time, tested by many things, but it's lasted.

Which now gets me thinking... I stand here a torn man. Do I root for my friend, Jon Pryor to get his rematch and win the belt, or do I cheer for my friend Haven, to get HIS shot and win. Well, they could wind up fighting each other, but I'm sure it'll go the same way, either way. They are both competitors, and will settle it like men.

A lightbulb going off in his head, he fires one last insult at the men.

Come to think of it, the only reason either of you have a title shot going, is one, I wasn't involved in the chase, two, I never GOT a shot at that belt since you lucked out and won it Jack. Three, well, I just can't be bothered to care about fighting you for it. Last time you had some jacked up, bald headed freak, soften me up for you to squeek by, and get the win, taking the last world title away from me. I know the second time, would be different with a world title on the line.

Which brings me to this broad statement. The last show, ever, for GCW. I, the MID ATLANTIC CHAMPION, one on one, with the GCW Champion, to settle it, once and for all, who is THE MAN, and who deserves ALL the gold in their finale.

A bombshell of a challenge set out for whoever walks out GCW Champion from Twilight. It all pends the outcome of Starr's match with Christian Pryce though aswell. Either way though, it would be an EPIC match. The possibilities being Starr vs Jyndal 2, Starr vs Pryor 2, or Starr vs Haven 2. The SEQUELS to three amazing matches in Starr's career

[Haven]

Hearing Starr's last sentence, Haven decides now is as good a time as any to make his move.
"Two Weeks" by All That Remains screams from the speakers, as Haven makes his entrance.
Clothed in his patented "Hollywood or Bust" muscle-tee, blue denim jeans, sun glasses and mic in hand, he makes his way out to the ramp.
Pausing for a minute to look around at the crowd, he shifts his focus on the three men in the ring and continues...

"I accept."

Puzzled, the crowd grows quiet from boos, and chants...

WHAT!

"Oh, I think you heard me....I accept Starr's challenge.

I can understand you simple folks confusion, but I'll speak slowly. I promise.


The audience booing him now, Haven smirks and pulls a book out from behind his back.


"Do any of you know what this is? That's right, it's a dictionary. I want to read something aloud to you guys, and I want you to try your best to grasp it's meaning...."


Opening the dictionary, and skimming through it, Haven finds his selection, and begins to read...

"Premonition

Pronunciation: \ˌprē-mə-ˈni-shən, ˌpre-\
Function: Noun

1 : Previous notice or warning : Forewarning
2 : Anticipation of an event without conscious reason : Presentiment"


Did that make sense to you all? I doubt it, but I'll assume it did anyway. Follow me...

Two weeks ago, after Pryor was eliminated from the chase, I walked past Freedom and announced "You're next".

And what happened after that short sentence? He was eliminated.

Now, I'm no Nostradamus, but really, was it that hard to foresee that Freedom, James and Pryor were sorely misplaced here?

I mean, much like guyliner boy James up there said, Pryor tried to weasel his way into a rematch after losing in our stipulated match from Amanda Wallace herself, and STILL lost to Jyndal.

Does that not prove that he isn't a worthy contender or champion anymore?

Now walking towards the ring, he says...

"James, I don't know if I should give you a dunce cap, or put you in a Special Ed class....Are you seriously that stupid?

You had the chance to eliminate ME, The Wrestling Rockstar ™, and continue on and likely beat Freedom to face Jyndal for the title; but instead you figured in that silly little mind of yours, that you'd take him out, and go one-on-one with Haven to..."shut me up"?

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

"Wow. You sir, are an idiot. And while we're on the subject of idiots, let me move on to Jyndal..."

Jyndal, I need to ask you HUGE favor...Please let go of that firm grip you have around the Mini-Me version of myself nut's, and let Crossfire remain where he belongs; in the past.

He is just as washed up as Pryor, and I'm sick of hearing about him. We get it, you have a man-crush on him, but please keep that away from the ring.

Haven is the future, and you'll do well to try and get that through that tiny little brain of yours."


"I will give you credit however, you had enough guts to allow that loser Pryor a chance to challenge you for that title of yours without so much as a blink.

Of course, I could chuck that up to you being the idiot you are, or simply realize that Pryor isn't as bad as he was hyped up to be."

"Know this however...'

Entering the ring and walking directly toward Jyndal

"If you think you'll catch such a lucky break when you face me at Twilight, well, as you say; "you don't know Jack Shit"

Turning away from Jyndal, and focusing on his partner, Haven says...

"What's up Starr? Saw that match of yours on LockUP!...You went easy on them, didn't you?

Anyway, as I said a moment ago, I accept your challenge.
As my premonition tells me, I'll be holding the GCW belt soon enough.

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HAHAHAHahahaaha.... oh I'm sorry but this litlle piece of crap is one funny man.... I mean him beating ME?! You have to be the stupidest man on the roster, sorry Starr your spot has been taken...

Fans laugh histarically at the mid card wanna be main eventer and his blonde haired idiot little friend for a good minute or two before Jack continues....

Starr, I have to say no to your challenge... Why? Because you frankly don't deserve it in my eyes, I mean the title on your shoulder is only there because you lucked out in some stupid six man elimination match, I mean this is the last big shabang, the big show. I want a worthy challenger, so sorry, but tuff luck... Haven I've been around long enough to see people like you, not as idiotic, but similar to you still, talk about how they're going to do this or that... hell I used to make guarrentees, but for the most part, I kept all of my guarrentees... You have earned nothing, you have lost numerous times, haven't climbed the ladder and if you think you deserve this title then you truly are as stupid as I say you are... And finally before I go... I have to ask both of you... If Haven somehow channels the gods and pulls off a miracle tonight... does that mean your now the bitch Starr? just wondering, anyways it's been good, not really but I think I'm gonna go find some people in the back with an IQ over 50 to have a conversation with.... And the champ is out!

Jack then drops his mic and holds up his belt as he stares at Starr then Haven... A moment after he makes his way out of the ring and back to the locker room...

[Haven]

Eyebrows raised and smiling at Jyndal's attempt at humor, Haven says...

"You see James?

That whole three minute waste of speech is the current champion.

That's why I'll gladly beat it away from his grip.

Jyndal doesn't get it does he? Some people have to claw and scratch and struggle their way to the top. While others just have it like that."

Walking towards James, Haven then says...

"It's nothing personal James. You're just in the wrong match at the wrong time. Make it easy on youself, and just forfeit."

[William James]

WJ laughs at Haven, at his last comment.

"Forfeit, huh? You would want me to just give up.
That is how all you 'Hollywood pretty boys' work.

Expect everything handed to them, because they think they are somebody.

News flash for you, pal...
like I've told you in the recent past,
you ARE nothing, and will continue to BE nothing.

How many times do you have to lose, title match after title match, before it gets thru to you?

What's next after this loss, Haven?
Challenging for the Top Debutante title?
You've failed capturing every other belt around here, why not make it all of them?
Hell, I'd pay good money just to see Crymson or Nattie Roxx,
or even Jennifer Drew, herself, kick your ass!

WJ laughs out loud at the thought, right in front of Haven.
He continues...

"And another thing, you want to always bring up my 'guy liner', as you call it.

It's face paint, ok? Not eyeliner.
You of all people should know that, some so-called 'Rockstar' you are.

And if you are referring to anything else by bring that up
every damn time you are out here talking' about me...

Look around...
you won't see some simpleton following me around everywhere I go,
talking about how he is some so-called XTC 'SlamRod' champion
from wherever, and from whatever time.

I do things on MY own... always have always will.

I grew up on these very streets of Chicago **cheap pop**
alone and on my own for as long as I can remember...

Sure, I've taken my beatings and lumps along the way.
Living out on THESE streets, THAT is only a given.
But, everytime... I get back up and come back stronger than ever.

WJ takes a step towards Haven, now standing face to face.

"I will NOT have some silver spooned, spoiled, Hollywood punk-wanna-be rich kid take me down.

Not now, not ever... you got it!

You better bring all you got, pal.
Because that is exactly what you are gonna get from me.
Get ready to be taken to the 'Point of No Return'.

I'm tired of listening to all your garbage.
The time to shut you up is RIGHT NOW!"

[<~The Shooting Starr~>]

Nice speech will, but that's not the focus right now. The focus is how the GCW Champion just walked away, like the no talent piece of shit he is, because he knows, deep down inside, he can't stand toe to toe with me. Not on the mic, not in the ring, not ever. He'll take Pryor on, over and over again, but when it's me standing here, calling him out, punking him out like a little bitch, he tucks tail, spits out some excuse of me not being worthy, and high tails it.

Don't blame ya Jyndal, last time we fought, I handed you your ass. So you know it'll happen again, and again, and again. For dodging like the pimple faced geek, playing his world of warcraft escape from reality game, you should be stripped of your belt. Turning down a challenge, from the man who holds the number two belt in the company. Which rightfully means I am #1 contender by default, let alone the fact I'm the most dominant wrestler in this god forsaken company. The company that has tossed me in multiple man matches all year, for me to come out on top, every...single...time aside from the easy way out matches, like throwing someone over the top.

He looks back at William James.

Christ, William here gets more respect from me then you do Jack. Your nothing more then a runaway, just like Brandon Payne. Just like Shia Storm. Just like Avenger, and every other chump that has come here, tried to hang with the big boys, then tucked tail and ran to some other company where the talent is one giant pool of "Who is that's". So go find your little Natural Selection runaway buddies, and start your own company. It's the only way you could ever make sure I don't punk you out, call you out, and humiliate you infront of the world, time, and time again.

Now I'm gonna be cool, and hand the mic off, and walk away ignoring everyone, because thats what being a champion, and pro wrestler is alllll about.

He drops the mic, walks away, comes back, picks up the mic again, and says one last thing.

Jyndal is a bitch.

He drops the mic again, and leaves, walking slowly up the ramp, making sure Jack isn't coming back out for another serving, and disappears into the backstage area.

[haha]

Cal just happened to be watching this car wreck on one of the many monitors backstage and amongst the chaos one man's words spoke to him loud and clear. Cal looked at the monitor and saw Brent walk out and issue a challenge, should Cal beat Pryor and then win the GCW World title he'd be more than willing to accept that match. However he knew that if Brent's new butt buddy Haven somehow managed to win the World title Cal could kiss goodbye to any chance of a shot at it.

"Well Haven you claim to be the wrestling rockstar and be called 'Hollywood' Haven, sounds more like a poser name. Where did Wallace get this guy American Idol?"

Cal smirked as on the monitor appeared the face of the wrestling rockstar.

"I love how he thinks I am a mini version of him, when he has no idea. Oh yes Haven we will meet sometime soon, you can bet on that and we'll see just how much of a rockstar you really are."

Cal walks away from the monitor as the cameras cut back to ringside.

[Haven]

Having heard enough, Haven decides that this little "meeting" is over

"James, I gave you the chance to quit like a man, and instead you spit in my face by refusing it? I've had enough of you and that damn mouth of yours!"

Haven shoves James out of his way, then James pushes Haven back.
Clinching his fist, Haven throws a right directly at James face and connects sending James back a bit.

Then James...

[William James]

... collects himself, and runs towards Haven...
hitting him with a clothesline bulldog, with a few punches thrown in for good measure.

He then lifts Haven by the hair, to a standing postion.
He connects with a left, then a right, and then a leg lariat (FistsofFury..FTW!),
sending Haven back to the canvas.
WJ stands over the fallen Haven, and speaks...

"You're tired of my mouth?
Punk, I'm tired of you, period.

It's time this garbage ends.
I'm gonna finish your no talent ass, once and for all..."

WJ slams Haven's head back down, and rolls out of the ring.
The crowd thinks he is leaving, but this was not the case.
WJ heads towards the announce table...
and pushes aside the ring announcer, grabbing a STEEL CHAIR!

He holds the chair up high, for the crowd to see...
and heads back into the ring.
He raises the chair over his head, and speaks...

"Any last words, you sorry - son of a bitch?"

[Haven]

Haven, trying hard to clear his head, notices the chair in James' hand. He didn't have much time to think, so he did the most natural thing to defend himself...

PUNT!!

He kicked James in the privates.

Standing now, head still a bit dizzy, Haven climbs over the now fallen James, and begins pummeling him with all his might. A left, then a right, then another left, until he notices the foreign object....The chair that James intended to use on him. He stands up, and walks towards the chair, lifts it up and walks back towards James, a downward swing and then...He is tackled by security before it could connect.

"What?! Now you chumps want to jump in?! Where the hell where you idiots when he started attacking me?!!!

Count this as a blessing James!! Had your little goon squad not interfered, you wouldn't make it to our match later!"

Trying to get in a few last hits, Haven is still kicking and pushing as security escorts him to the back.