Drawing The Line : KB-Strife Debate

[Vladimir Strife]

As we begin the biggest debate in EVPW history, Devin Bozz stands in ring, next to a wooden table with a single seat. In front of it are 2 podiums, one for each speaker.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Equinox!!"

The crowd goes wild with excitement, Devin smiling to them all.

"As you know, tonight we have a very special contest for you. One of mind instead of strength. Skill of tongue, not body. A debate! Our master debaters Vladimir Strife and Kingbear will be with us shortly, but first, I'd like to explain the rules of this debate. Each candidate will be asked a question in which they are given 60 seconds to answer. After they have answered it, their opponent has the chance for a rebuttal. They are given 30 seconds should they choose to respond. The original answerer may then have an additional 30 seconds to address the rebuttal."

Devin points to a slew of seats at ringside and 2 tables sitting by the front of the ring.

"As you've noticed, we have 2 tables and a bunch of seats out here, one on either side for the debate. At any time during the debate, an EVPW star can walk down here to the ring and grab one of the t-shirts on the tables and join that stable, sitting at ringside to support them."

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"Also, I have a special announcement for later. But first, let's introduce our first candidate, representing The Kingdom, Vladimir T. Strife!!"

Vladimir's music hits to a choir of boos as he steps from the back. He makes his way down to the ring slowly, stumbling a little bit, possibly drunk. He walks the steps and walks up to the podium, starting immediately.

"This is absurd! My opponent is UnAmerican!! Even worse - He's Canadian!!!"

Devin looks at Vlad with a strange look, confused a bit.

"Uhm, Vlad... you're from Romania."

"That's what my opponent WANTS you to think!"

"...No, Vlad.... I've seen your birth certificate... you're from Romania."

"Preposterous! That document is probably a forgery!"

"Do you even hear what you're saying, Vladimir!?"

"Yes... yes, I do. Do YOU hear what I'm saying? I'm saying there's simply no room for guys like Kingbear in a post-9/11 world... they're simply too big."

Devin pinches the bridge of his nose, a headache beginning to kick in as he tries to ignore the nonsense Vladimir is saying.

"And his opponent, the incomparable leader of The Coven, Kingbear!!"

TBCB Kingbear

[KingBear]

At this, "Who are you?" by The Who begins to play over the PA and KingBear steps out from behind the curtain. Shortly after the beginning of "Who are you?", "My Generation" also by The Who, begins to play over the PA and Crazy Boy and ECB follow KingBear out, both men wearing Coven T-Shirts with grins on their faces. The three Coven Members walk down the ramp slowly, glaring up at Vladimir Strife, halfway down the ramp the glare turns into laughter at the sight of the nearly drunk Vladimir hanging onto the podium just to stand up straight.

KingBear grins lightly as ECB and Crazy take seats in the front row of what is now known as The Coven side. KingBear climbs into the ring quickly and moves over to his podium across from Vlad with a grin on his face, his knowledge of business and people obviously giving him the idea that he has a slight edge over Vlad. "Vlad, you're not even worth my time anymore these days... I remember when you were a young up and comer, staring up at the guys of this industry with wide eyes, hoping to one day be like them... Well Vlad, you got your dream, you became one of them... One of the many ASSHOLES this industry has spawned... You think you grace this ring with your presence but you're wrong... These people and this ring grace you by allowing you to continue doing what you do... You should know by now Vlad, people and companies are made by ratings and if at some point your ratings drop, you will too... From the industry... So you better keep finding ways to keep these people glued to their sets and their seats because right now I just want one reason to fire your ass."

[Crash Barley]

KB is in the middle of taking a quick breath of air when "Raise Hell" by Hed Pe blares through the low roaring sound system. The crowd doesn't rest a second, standing back on their feet. Its been a while since they've seen Crash, but their emotions about him doesn't change at all. Piercing boos ramble from the heads of the hundreds standing at their feet. The hated feelings about Crash arise even more when he appears through the black curtain leading into the arena.

Crash holds a water bottle at his waste. He sports his normal singlet, but the bottom half is covered by black sweat pants that just like normal have his name written down the side. Crash takes a sip of the water before tossing it at a fan close by him flipping him the bird. Crash marches down the ramp point at the three Coven members, one who has the biggest surprised look of all, King bear. Finally, he reaches the ring pulling himself up on the apron by help from the rope. He adjusts the straps on his black singlet while starring KB down at the same time.

Eventually after long pauses of death stares between the two, Crash enters the square circle. He steps over to the side grabbing one of the shirts resting on the table. He unfolds it as his theme music abruptly stops. Now the boos can even be heard louder than before, but they don't seem to get to Crash. He ignores the floating heads as he holds the shirt up in front of him reading the print, "The Kingdom." Vlad turns tor wards Crash with a concerned look. Crash nods his head and finds his chair at the table behind Vlad and the podium.

TBC

[Vladimir Strife]

"Fire me? Oh, buddy, have you forgotten? I own this place just as much as you do! You want a good reason, Kingbear?"

Vladimir coldly flips his mentor the bird.

"There's one for you. So, go ahead, say the words, they won't mean a damn thing and we both know it. That and even if you could... you wouldn't. I'm good for business and we both know you wouldn't hurt this company. As far as being an asshole, yes, yes I am."

"You forget though that just as God needs the Devil, you need me. If you didn't have me out here to be myself, then your goody goody act wouldn't mean shit. If these people grace me, then tell me something, Kingbear... why are THEY paying to watch ME? I have the talent and if that little snot nosed bitch in the front row wasn't sitting there, there'd be 10 people lined up to take her place. I, however, am irreplacable. Another man fighting in my position makes a world of difference. Sure, the fans help us get the money to continue what we are doing... but that doesn't mean I have to respect them or that I have to give a crap about them. Do you respect a man who pays for his prostitute because it's keeping her working?"