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Kurt Noble and Doug E Fresh
Topic Started: Feb 10 2013, 01:07 PM (193 Views)
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Tournament Deadline: Thursday, February 28th, 2013
 
Doug

Swim . . . or Sink



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February 16th, 2013
Rome, Italy

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(New Era Wrestling's Roman Rumble has come and gone. The event was a one match spectacular which witnessed their champion James Stall team with Adrien Specter to defeat Kurt Noble and Doug E. Fresh. Doug was quite sour with the ending that saw him escape the cage while Kurt had been prone to Stall throwing Specter on top of him from the height of the cage and acquiring the pinfall victory.

After some post-match debauchery from other New Era stars. Doug and Kurt went their separate ways. However they still remained in the Coliseum. Doug returned to the locker room eventually first. Kurt arrives a little shortly after and the moment he opens the door...

WHAM!

Doug shoves the door right in Kurt's face and he jumps over top of him and a fight begins! Doug pulls Kurt up and throws him against the lockers.)

"You cost us! I can't believe we were just beaten by those lowlifes and it was because of you!"

(Doug rears his fist back and goes right for Kurt's face but he moves and Doug punches the locker so hard that it leaves a dent. Kurt scoops Doug up double leg style and throws him down on a bench hitting his back hard.)

"Me? You left the cage and abandoned me."

(Kurt decks Doug right in the face with a closed fist. Enraged, Doug uses his knees and flips Kurt off of him and onto the ground. They start fighting now on the floor throwing fists and elbows at one another.)

"You had the opportunity to win and blew it. I'm not your savior Kurt."

"Oh the 'God' isn't my savior now?"

(Another face shot from Kurt, this time an elbow right to Doug's face and his nose starts bleeding. Doug rolls away and Kurt punches the ground. Doug tackles him against the lockers again. His nose is bleeding and he licks some blood off his right fist. Kurt's hands are bleeding and he gets a little of Doug's blood on his face after a headbutt.

They made enough commotion that finally, a group of security guards barge into the locker room and are able to separate both superstars. What's scary is that it almost looks like they're both smiling at one another in a bloody adrenaline rushing kind of way.)



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A short time before the brawl.
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(The tag team match had just ended. A doctor was tending to Doug following a post-match assault by one of the teams involved in Clash of the Titans. This did not last long however as Doug shoved him away and was working on leaving the room when an on-site interviewer sent by Visionary Wrestling enters the room. It's the awkward, horribly social skilled Buddy Elmer who wishes to speak with Doug.)

"The Professor, Doug E. Fresh. A fine wrestling champion. A few words perhaps?"

"Are you in a constant cloud of naviete? Do I honestly look like I'm in the mood to speak to you?"

"Visionary Wrestling Incorporated is interested in your thoughts about this exhibition as well as the status of your tag team partnership with the Clash of the Titans just two weeks away."

"Status of MY team? Did you watch the same match as everyone else? Can't you just make up some propaganda like most media members do or are you that inept at your job that you require to literally hear word for word what you need?"

"Well I..."

"Shut it Fudd. That match was perfectly designed to set us up to fail. Stall's home federation. Specter's style of match. Kurt's busted leg giving him a disadvantage when it comes to climbing a cage. And despite all that, there are no excuses. I certainly held up MY end of the affair. I delivered a brilliant moment on top of the cage that these pathetic Romans will never forget when I ran across the top and hit an enzigiri risking my own life and injuring my shoulder in the process."

"Will you be 100% for the Clash then?"

"Of course I will. My point is that I did my all for this event as I promised. The chain is only as strong as its weakest link. Kurt is one of THE BEST WRESTLERS on the planet. But tonight...tonight he was mediocre. Average. He lacked the fire that I've seen burn in his eyes when standing across the ring from him in all our encounters."

"What sort of effect do you think this will have on your relationship moving forward towards Clash of the Titans?"

"Relationship? Are you the love doctor now? Simple. He needs to follow my lead. I'm the True Expert! I'm the CWC Champion! I'm the fucking God. Since we are contractually obligated to compete for these tag team titles, I will mend this. I will make the necessary reparations."

"How are you going to do that?"

(Doug removes some bandages from his shoulder before using that same shoulder to bump Elmer while making his way out of the room.)

"Simple. Kurt Noble is at his BEST when he's in a fight with me. Hands down. So what am I about to do? I'm going back to my locker room. I'm going to gather my things so I can get the hell out of Rome. But right before that, I'm going to wait for Kurt to get there and I'm going to beat his ass!"

(Doug leaves and cameras follow him as he eventually returns to his locker room to wait for Kurt's arrival and what ensues after.)



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February 27th, 2013
Las Vegas, Nevada

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(It's a dry morning in the Sin City. The sun is barely coming over the horizon. Over the past few days, the professor has been going through some basic rehabilitation procedures to ensure his shoulder is in shape to wrestle. On this evening, he has a tag team match on SCW's Wildcard event. His Sinistry watches and waits for whatever commands he will give as one of his opponents will be attempting to take his world championship next month in Cancun.

His tag team partner for this event is a far contrast from Kurt Noble. She is Sherry Diamond and rather than loathe the entire being of Doug, she sees sex appeal out of him. Some Sinistry members are confused and startled by this but Doug is not phased. He has made a career out of limiting his focus towards immediate goals and not looking past anyone.

Though he is a bit surprised when he's caught by Sherry that morning. She sneaks up on him from behind and grabs him from behind putting his right arm into a hammerlock, the same arm of the sore shoulder. She's quite versed in a variety of holds.)

"This weapon of yours going to hold up tonight?"

(Doug twists out of it almost instantly and backs up a couple steps to give himself room.)

"With absolute certainty. Gods show no weakness. Gods have no weakness."

"That's good because I wouldn't want you at anything less."

(She inches a little closer causing Doug to make some more distance unsure of her intentions.)

"Why are you dropping by? To give me another bite mark?"

"Don't tempt me."

"State your business."

"I wanted to be sure that tonight, you and I were on the same page. There's no doubt in my mind that you wish to see our opponents defeated as much as I do."

"Then you already have your answer."

"Yes...and no."

"What?"

"I don't go into anything blind. I study my prey. And you Dougie aren't exactly the type to play well with others."

"If you're referring to the incident with Noble, that's my business. You can't honestly expect he and I to just magically remain on the same page."

"Oh I'm beyond that. I did my homework professor. I've got names."

"Names?"

"Miguel Soto. Former tag team partner. You assaulted him with racial slurs and attempted to have him shipped over the border."

"He was a flake."

"Ryan Ruckus. So called best friend and someone you've turned on in wrestling matches at least three times."

"He wanted my spotlight."

"Wolf. You RETIRED HIM!"

"He's not the only one I've retired."

"J.T. Cash. You're trying to weaken him as we speak because he's the number one contender to your world title."

"He shouldn't be."

"You're missing my point! These are all tag team partners of yours that you've walked out on, beaten up, screwed in some way. And this may be a one time affair with you and I but I simply won't have that."

"Let your worries slip away. I have no ulterior motives. This is one and done for me."

"Just like Noble? The world witnessed how that turned out."

"Are you still questioning me? Listen, I'm not absolute certain I even WANT to tag team with Noble, or you, or anyone for that matter. This was the Visionary's doing and to be quite frank, its foolish at that. Why would any organization want to have ME in a championship opportunity? I terminated James Stall to capture the CWC Championship and since then that company has fallen off the face of the earth! I defeated Jack Benevolence AND Kurt Noble in consecutive appearances to win and keep the True Expert title. What happened to the Experts? Financially burdened? Falling apart? If the ViW would have had any brains whatsoever, they would of tried to void this team instead of hype it. I will tear them apart like every other organization I've come across."

(Sherry smacks him hard on the ass!)

"The fuck??"

"Bring that passion tonight. And don't treat me like all your other tag team partners and we'll be alright."

(She leaves the room as Doug is somewhere between confused and lost as to what just happened before he returns to his shoulder exercises.)



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March 1st, 2013
South Padre Island, Texas

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"For behold, I will bring a flood of waters upon the earth to destroy all flesh in which is the breath of life under heaven. Genesis."

(Opening with a verse from the bible is quite peculiar from the man who has generated his own faith but that is exactly what we receive from the professor. He is standing out in the middle of broad daylight at Padre Beach, located in Texas approximately 10 hours from Dallas, the site of Clash of the Titans.)

"Once we are all up to our necks in the unforgiving ocean. The question is posed. Do we swim? Or do we sink to the bottom?

The wrestling world is filled with sharks. They're hungry. They're unilaterally disciplined. They want to feed on your flesh and drink of your blood. I've spent far too long in my life having been bitten by their jaws. I had to swim to survive. It was ugly. There were so many who would gnaw at my appendages as I worked to escape. But I did.

Each time I was able to stay afloat, more pieces of meat were tossed into the waters. The sharks became stronger, faster, more lively. I had to evolve myself. In this day, I don't have to fend off the sharks. The border of the ocean ceiling I've transcended. I walk on water. Time and time again however, there's some entity knocking me back when I reach the shore.

And now, I must fend off 36 hungry sharks. Or my limbs will be tore from my body.

My only assistance is from someone I'm not sure I can even trust. Without trust, there is no faith. Without faith, there is no hope. This anomaly simply cannot be. I'm Doug E. Fresh, leader of the Sinistry and a man followed and trusted by millions. Unwavering faith has been placed in me and I will not stand for working in a partnership that is faithless.

This was a setup for failure from the beginning. My first affair with ViW I was placed inside hell with Kurt Noble and the two of us spilled our blood to continue the eternal struggle that has been endeavored upon us. For what? For some powerless corporate brass to place us back to back instead of face to face?

I've been cornered. I've been persecuted wrongly. This is no different. The burning question is how we will function especially considering our defeat at the hands of Adrien Specter and James Stall. Its a failure by design waiting to happen. Will it? Will I sink in these tainted waters? I don't think so. See, I'm a God who creates miracles out of misery. I give the people reasons to believe. And as I tread the shallow end looking out at the sharks, I see creatures who have recently tore at my being.

Men like Eric Donovan who assault my body and men like one half of CarnEvil who abuse my name.

Superstars like Level-One who have defeated me and superstars like C.J Gates who I've beaten soundly.

Individuals I've long desired to encounter like Reya Serra & Vanessa and individuals who never deserve to stand in my presence again like Cid Phoenix and Donovan Davenport.

Talent who have failed at their goals from my viewing distance like Adrien Specter and talent who have failed directly at my feet like James Stall.

And because I am who I am, BECAUSE I AM DOUG E. FRESH, every last one of these sharks will choose in seconds to eat me alive because my blood is the thickest and the finest. They will fight amongst themselves for the chance toward swim to my shores and I'll be damned if I let even a single one of their teeth reach my skin.

Once again, this is a tag team tournament. Whether I could choose to be or not, I will not tread these waters alone. Soon the decision will be made as to if Kurt Noble and I will be able to co-exist. There is but one thing I am sure of. Kurt is a hunter. When set on the right path, he will fire off the spear with absolute precision and javelin it right through the heart of every last shark in our waters.

This time there is no home federation advantage. There is no one safe or in a comfort zone. There are 19 total teams. Period. All vying for the right to be named the first ViW tag team champions. I may be able to stare my partner in the eye, shake his hand, and consider him the one equal in my kingdom. On the other hand, I may have to drop him to his knees, crucify his body, and spit at his grave.

But I'll tell you this. For nearly two years now, this God has believed in Kurt Noble.

And the Kurt Noble I know is better than all 36 other superstars who are in this tag team tournament.

And I'm better than Kurt Noble.

Thus there are only two Titans who will rule these waters. Two Gods, with different ideals and beliefs who will own the territory and swim as they please. And that leaves every broken body, every busted skull, and every last shark to have their fins ripped asunder and their bodies sink to the fucking ocean floor!"
 
Kurt

Fight…or Flight

February 16th, 2013
Rome, Italy
1 Hour after New Era’s Roman Rumble


*WHAM*

The wooden door smashes against Noble’s face, sending him stumbling; however, he has no time to recover, as Doug Fresh mounts him, and begins to throw an array of punches! Noble brings up his bruised forearms, blocking the majority of the shows…that is, until Fresh lifts up Noble, and tosses him into the lockets!

“You cost us!” Fresh bellows. “I can’t believe we were just beaten by those lowlifes, and it was because of you!”

Noble tries to speak, but instead dodges as Fresh throws a jab, leaving a tremendous dent in the blue locker! A split second is all it takes for Noble to scoop up Fresh by his legs, and drive him into the nearby bench, back-first!

“Me?!?” Noble asks as he holds Fresh down by the throat. “You left the cage and abandoned me!”

*POW*

The spit goes flying from Fresh’s mouth, causing his eyes to redden. With a rush of momentum, he flips himself over, sending he and Noble to the ground! Thus begins the ballad of the fists and elbows!

“You had the opportunity to win, and you blew it!” Fresh snarls as his fingers rap around Noble’s throat. “I’m not your savior, Kurt!”

Noble lets out a small gasp for air…before throwing a huge shot that hits Fresh right in the temple! He rolls Fresh over.

“Oh, the Gpd isn’t my savior now?” Noble asks in as spiteful a tone as possible. Noble connects with another shot to Fresh’s face, causing the blood flow to begin! Fresh shoves Noble off of him, and begins to roll away…but Noble’s quickly back on the attack! He lifts up Fresh, but Fresh sends an elbow into Noble’s stomach, and tackles him into the lockers! He slams Noble’s hand against the locker, causing Noble’s blood to mix with Fresh’s.

*CRACK*

Fresh stumbles back after a headbutt from Noble! Noble and Fresh both have bloodied hands and faces, and stare one another down…before the door to their room bursts open! A plethora of guards move in, separating the two enemies; however, the two of them seem not to notice. Instead, they both smile…


A devilish, bloody smile.

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1 Hour Prior…

“I’m in a lot of pain doc. I mean, a lot of pain.”

Noble winces as the medical trainer lightly turns Noble’s right leg from side to side. Each miniscule turn is accompanied by a twitch of the eye, scrape of the nails, or tiniest grunt of pain. The trainer, whose name-tag displays “Dr. Cannon,” exhales as he removes his glasses.

“Do you recall a particular moment that would have caused a tremendous amount of impact-“ Noble chuckles.

“Do you mean before, or after Adrien Specter went into Russian-meteor mode and landed on me?” Noble asks briskly, his tone straining as his leg is adjusted on the medical bed. Dr. Cannon stares at Noble’s bruised leg.

“My initial report would suggest a moderate bone contusion, most likely caused by impact to the Patella, sending a shock through the-“

“Just tell me how bad it is, for Christ’s sake.”

Dr. Cannon’s eyes lock onto Noble’s gritted teeth. “Judging from the amount of pain you’re in, you might even have damage to the lateral collateral ligament, or any other major working part in your knee. I’d suggest a period of three weeks off, along with further medical tests to-“

“Bullshit,” Noble remarks, sitting with up a mild groan.

“No one likes MRIs Mr. Noble, but in this case, I-“

“An MRI is going to tell me I have major damage to my right knee…like every other test has told me,” Noble snaps. “I walked to this bed; I couldn’t have done that if I was injured further…but that’s not why I’m objecting. I’m not taking any time off because Clash of the Titans is in two weeks.”

Dr. Cannon’s blank stare says it all; Noble rolls his eyes. “It’s a wrestling event; a big one, at that. There’s going to be a lot of people there I know. No Kurt Noble appearance? They’d riot ion the streets!” Noble chuckles, but cuts off as he grasps his knee, which has a rather sickly black appearance to it.

“Tell that to him,” Dr. Cannon says. Eyeing the bruise. Noble uses the wall to prop himself up.

“Truth be told Doc… it’s isn’t CJ Gates, Level-One, or Terry Marvin I’m worried about impressing.” Again, the blank look continues, but Noble continues.

“It’s Doug Fresh.”

“Ah, the particularly…interesting fellow in here before you,” Dr. Cannon quips with a grin. “He shoved when I tried to get a look at a particularly nasty bruise on his back.”

“Just be lucky he didn’t offer you up as some sort of virginal sacrifice,” Noble responds, causing Dr, Cannon to nearly protest…but stops.

“He kept repeating your name, you know. ‘Kurt’s an asshole!’ ‘Kurt’s gonna screw the team!’ I’m assuming the two of you aren’t exactly friends.”

“James Bond and Goldfinger weren’t exactly friends. Doug Fresh and I are something worse. Doug and I…we have a history. It’s long. It’s complicated. Quite frankly, I can’t even make sense of how it started…but for nearly two years now, we’ve been trying to kill each other. That part isn’t what’s kept me up at night…it’s the fact that now, Doug Fresh and I have to trust one another. So…

“How do you trust a snake?”

Noble fidgets as he begins to lightly extend his knee out.

“So why not quit?” he asks. “Take time off to heal. Why try and please someone that doesn’t like you?”

“Look at me Doc.” Noble stretches out his arms and leg, showing off his various scars, bruises, and even burn on his left leg.

“You want me to wait to be 100%? I don’t even know what 100% is. Shit, I haven’t gone a day without pain in nearly five years…and you know what? I’m okay with that. I live that. That look you’re giving me, handing out the option of either fight or flight…

“All I know is fighting.

“All I care about is fighting.

All I want to do is fight.

“And ViW gives me the opportunity to take on the biggest fight of my life. I’m not just fighting former APW Champions. I’m not just fighting NEW Era Champions. I’m not just fighting Former True Experts. I’m not just fighting CWC Champs. Nah…

“I’m fighting them, Doug Fresh…

“And me.

“Because pain has always been my enemy. My own body is on the line in every match. You might say it’s my true tag team partner…and when I’m corner, in pain, and with the entirety of the odds against me…

“That’s when I start really fighting.”

Noble taps his leg, wincing.

“Because if I really wanted out of this doc…I’d ask for some painkillers, and call it a Goddamn day.”

Noble props himself up, and in one motion, moves from the table to the floor. His leg nearly gives out, but throughout it all.

“I see,” Dr. Cannon mumbles. “That’s an interesting game plan…. not medically sound by any stretch of the imagination, but interesting. So…what’s your plan now, if you don’t mind me asking?

Noble smirks as he grabs his nearby cane. “Re-instating a sense of team unity. Doug Fresh works best when he’s in control; when he’s the one dishing out the pain. He doesn’t play well from the sidelines. So, I’m going to give him a chance to bring that animal out…

“On me.”

Noble smirks through his pain as he drags himself through the doorway.

“Kurt.”

Noble turns back briefly.

“Why are you even doing this?” Dr. Cannon asks. Noble sighs, the amused look never leaving his face.

“Because ever since I met Doug Fresh, I’ve been searching for something…through APW.


“Through CWC.

“Through the Experts.

“And here I am…in ViW. This journey I’ve been going on started with Doug Fresh…

“And it’s going to end with Doug Fresh.”

Noble says nothing else, and limps away. After a few moments, he stumbles upon a rather shaken looking Buddy Elmer.

“Buddy,” Noble declares, wasting no time with an introduction. “Where’s Doug?”

Buddy gulps, looking down at Noble’s leg. “I, uh…don’t think you want to find him. He didn’t seem too happy with you-“

“As in, ‘wants to beat the Hell out of me’ kind of happy?”

Buddy nods…causing Noble’s grin to widen. He begins to limp away from Buddy.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

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*The following message was delivered to Visionary Wrestling Incorporated later that night*


“There’s no need to test the microphone. There’s no point in turning up your speakers. There’s not even a reason to send another e-mail, tweet, text, voicemail, carrier pigeon, or crop-circle. There’s no good in another word spoken about me and Doug Fresh….because I get it:

“You feel sorry for me, ViW.

“You feel sorry about the fact that I, unlike any other competitor in this tournament, had my tag team partner picked for me.”

@TebowLoverVIW: Doug Fresh and @Nobledrive? It’s like watching crip Jesus and Satan team up.

“You feel sorry about the fact that I had to wrestle against another team before the event even started…nonetheless, in a cage match.”

@ThatJokingKid: Can’t wait to see @Nobledrive introduced to the #NEWERA

“But really, the reason you feel the worst for me isn’t because I’m facing a man that I, for all intents and purposes, hate. Nah…you know why you feel bad for me?

“Because I lost.

@LightEmUp: Clash of the Titans? With a pinfall like it, it’s #CrashoftheTitan.

“At NEW Era’s Roman Rumble event, I was pinned rather…roughly by Adrien Specter. That match wasn’t just the kind that takes the air out of your lungs…it’s the kind that takes the air out of your sails. From this point on, I’m either sinking…or swimming. I’ve heard what you want me to do, VIW. And, from the bottom of my heart, I’d like to answer your requests:

Shut the Hell up.

“I am sick and tired of people tip-toeing around what I’m having to go through; they look at me like I’m carrying around terminal cancer, and they’re too afraid to ask about it. They’re afraid to comment about the fact that they can’t see us as a team even making it to the opening bell. Maybe Doug Fresh and I are a concoction waiting to go off; maybe we’re an H-bomb just waiting to be dropped. And maybe, just *maybe*, when you see us going up against legendary teams like the new Syndicate, or Talfourd and Pegasus, or Dempsey and Davenport, you should feel bad for us…but as for me?

“I don’t.

“In fact, I feel fucking fantastic.

“And it’s got nothing to do with the fact that three hours ago my tag team partner slugged me across the face. It’s got nothing to do with the fact that at the last ViW event, I actually beat my tag team partner. It has nothing to do with any of the shit being hash-tagged about. It’s got everything to do with the fact that this Clash of the Titans, this facing teams that actually stand a chance at winning, and this…actually getting to team with Doug Fresh…

“I love this shit.

“You know how they can ‘hate the sin, love the sinner?’ Well…I hate the sinner…

“But goddamit, I love the sin.

“I love having my shoulders put to the mat by Adrien Specter, as if it’s some sort of sign that Doug and I aren’t destined to make it.

“I love going up against teams I’ve never heard of, who’ll probably do all sorts of research on me, and conceivably rip me a new verbal asshole.

“I love going up against old enemies like Terry Marvin and Level-One, who’re already out celebrating before the event’s even begun.

“Simply put: I love the place you put me in, ViW.

“I mean, let’s be real here: No one expected me to beat Doug Fresh at ViW’s Ground Zero. No one expected Doug Fresh and I to work as a cohesive unit at the Roman Rumble. Hell, I bet no one even expects Dougie and I to even leave without a few scars! You can throw me in that last one. And, after my loss, everyone expects me to be the weak link of the team.

“Doug Fresh included.

“And that’s exactly how I want it.

“So here’s where the fans shut up. Here’s where the commentators get silenced. Here’s where we turn our attention to you:

“Sally. Rex E. Mr. Abraham. Bella. Gooch. TJ. Joy. Hope. CJ. Mark. Reya. Vanessa. Guv’nor. Knuckles. Donovan. Tombstone. Corbin. Mazuki. Kas. Phoenix. Saint. Oakley. Smith. Hyatt. Dempsey. Davenport. Ape Boy. Marvin. Lester. Stall. Specter.

“Fresh.

“I know what this means to you: A chance to stand atop a new foundation, with a partner of your choosing, and proclaim yourself as the best tag team in ViW’s early history. It’s a chance to bring glory and honor to your promotion. It’s a chance to really, truly be the best.

“You know what this means for me?

“The end of a trilogy.

“One year ago, I faced off against Doug Fresh in the CWC Ascension Tournament, and subsequently, for the CWC World Title. I rose through the tournament, and while I didn’t win, I gained my shot to prove I was better than Doug Fresh.

“I fought.

“I failed.

“Just a few months ago, I faced off against Doug Fresh again for the True Experts Championship. This time, we faced off in the finals; the fate of the Experts was on the line. I put everything I had into that match.

“I fought.

“I failed.

“Now, here we are: I have the chance to become the top champion of an Inter-promotional event. I have one more chance to rise to the very top of everyone, if just for a second. I have one more chance to win Interpromotional gold, something I’ve fought for, and failed to acquire so many times. Guess who stands in my way?

“Sally. Rex E. Mr. Abraham. Bella. Gooch. TJ. Joy. Hope. CJ. Mark. Reya. Vanessa. Guv’nor. Knuckles. Donovan. Tombstone. Corbin. Mazuki. Kas. Phoenix. Saint. Oakley. Smith. Hyatt. Dempsey. Davenport. Ape Boy. Marvin. Lester. Stall. Specter.

“Fresh.

“Half of you have seen me fight for this; half of you I’ve never seen before. That’s how it’s been before, and that’s exactly how I want it. I want to show that I can still face, and beat the men and women I’ve faced before. I want the new faces to try and put me in my place once again, thinking I’m just an old cripple in a town of Gods. Maybe I am…

“And that’s alright with me.

“Because being at the bottom is what I’m good at. Some of you might want the easiest route up; but that’s not me. I like the fight. I hate the flight. That’s why, I want you to understand something...something I’ve never, EVER said before.

“I have the CWC Champion by my side.

“I have the True Experts Champion by my side.

“I have a former SCW Global Champion by my side.

“Most importantly, I have my greatest enemy by my side.

“And maybe that makes me the weak link of the team; so be it. I have wrestling’s greatest Champion on my side, a man that’s better than any of the other 36 competitors in this tournament. Yes, ladies and gentlemen…

“Doug Fresh was better than me in the Experts.

“Doug Fresh was better than me in Ascension.

“Doug Fresh is better than me in ViW.

“But when March 3rd comes around, and we step into the ring for the Clash of the Titans…I’ll have two years of history on my mind.

“I’ll have every failure on my mind.

“I’ll have the constant reminder of pain on my mind.

“I’ll have 36 men and women on my mind.

“I’ll even have Doug Fresh on my mind.

“And when that bell rings, starting the most painful night of my life…

“I’ll become better than my competitors.

“I’ll become better than the Titans.

“I’ll even become better than Doug Fresh.

“Because when the Clash begins…

“The fight will be on.”
 
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