(Open) A First Address

[Ethan Hawke]

The EVPW faithful are on their feet after the end of the second match of the evening. Suddenly the Butchertron screams to life with a video that is being seen for the first time in this company. The tron skips and the speakers sputter for a moment.

"On the bloody morning after... One tin soldier rides away...."

There is a second of two or static as a coded message shows on the tron followed by the alphabet rapidly flowing over the screen.

"DO I HAVE EVERYBODY'S ATTENTION NOW?!"

The numeral equation '2x4=' shows on the tron before the two is replaced by the letter S. The X is shortly replaced by M after words. R, A, Y, E follow quickly behind that. The knowing fans send a mix reaction as half boo and the rest cheer.

"Here's what it looks like (looks like!)
Being the best
What it looks like
To be a cut above the rest"

"SM Raye... The rumors of GHW merging with EVPW are looming still, but I didn't think any of their guys would be here already. The legend of Japan, Africa, and Mexico... Here? If this is a sign of things to come... I have to admit I don't like the new core guys chances..."

"I wanna see that sexy face!"

"Again... Married to a woman Ray..."

Someone steps out and stands with their head down for a moment, a hooded jacket covering most of their face. The only thing really visible besides is the camoflage shorts covering the upper part of his legs and the black, red, and white starry kickpads that adorns the rest of them. He stands there for a moment as 'A Cut Above Remix' continues to play over the sputtering speakers.

"Jump in the water, time to get a little wetter
'cause anything that you can do, I can do it better
I'm never gonna rest if it's less than the gold
You can see me on the throne sharing medals with the bold

I own, I've shown, I stay legit
Try to take me, there's no way I'm ever gonna quit
This is it.
I'm always on, ready for a battle
doesn't matter if it's Beijing or back in Seattle

I'm amphibious, I live this, the world is my pool
while I'm backstroking chillin, you're just choking like a fool
Stay cool. Make a choice, you can swim or drown
I'll tell you right now, go against me,
You're going down!"

"OOH! I can see his quad contract and relax!"

"Calm down Ray... For all our sakes.."

The figure pulls a microphone from his pocket as he slowly makes his descent to the ringside area. He slides into the squared circle under the bottom rope and takes his place center ring and sits down cross legged. He lifts the tool of his trade to the opening of the hood. The crowd sends out their reaction even louder still mixed. He holds up a finger as he removes the hood and shows his face, causing even more of a ruckus from the crowd as they now officially know it is really him. He runs his fingers through his blonde locks and those baby blues shine in the light.

"Nothing is free, but see me, I don't flee
I'm the epitome of everything you're never gonna be
I earned my respect while you were clowning around
Now I'm royalty and everybody bows to the crown"

"Cut the music..."
 
The Uncrowned King lowers the mic for a moment and takes a deep breath.

"That's right... The Franchise has finally decided to grace this undeserving rat trap with his presence... Kingbear you're welcome for the ratings spike by the way... You know I'm gonna air some grievances I have... Some about wrestling as a whole... Some about companies I have been... Some about you fucking retarded bitches and bastards..."

He takes a moment to take a breath and think about what he is about to say.

"Now half you blood sucking leeches know I been doing this shit for fourteen years... Fourteen years I have sacrificed, bled, sweated, ate, slept, and shitted this business... I've done years in Japan, Mexico, and Africa... I've done years of dealing with bullshit here in the states... And I have been put through years of being under utilized and under appreciated... Years of being held down why the undeserving FAVORITES and PETS get handed titles and title opportunities.... Years of being the face of companies yet not getting the RESPECT or the ACKNOWLEDGEMENT that I DESERVE... From my FIRST day in this business... I made more money for companies that their so called TOP guys EVER could... Yeah from day one rather you fans that know want to admit it or not... The Truth is EVERY booker or federation owner I worked for had it in for me... They NEVER wanted me to become as big as I am... I am by far the MOST watched WRESTLER to EVER grace this squared circle... Whether you want to admit it or not... Whether they want to admit it or not... I am the one who brings the MOST money into this company... People buy more of my DVD's, my t-shirts, my pictures.... Can your precious Ryan Cavallari's, Jaggeroth's, Jay Thunder's say that... Can they go out to eat and wind up with a line going down four fucking blocks of fans wanting to take pictures with them or begging for their autographs? I get mobbed as soon as my foot hits the parking lot to EVERY fucking arena we go to...  As I said countless times before they kept whispering in my ear that I would NEVER make it... No matter how great my match went... No matter how much money I drew... No matter what I did... They would say 'Good work, but you will never make it'. EVERY God damn time I saw any of them 'Some people aren't meant to be main-event' or 'Someone is always better'. They would look me in the eye and try to tell me that I was nothing more than cheap imitation... That all I was... All I am... And that all I EVER would be a wanna be CM Punk..."

Those icy, blue orbs shine brightly as the man who has once been called The Courier of Controversy begins to tremble a little, the emotion building up inside of him. He licks his lips and takes a slow breath.

"They said everything they could to try to shake my faith in myself so that I would become another one of their lil 'yes men'... They wanted me to be just another puppet on their strings... They constantly screwed me out of the recognition I DESERVED and stripped me of the ONLY titles they let me get my hands on after sending me to some second rate roster... So I cut my strings and began to play the game by my own rules... And what happened when I did that? The fans of those so called companies took notice... I became a household name... I became the person that the fans could not help, but discuss... And whether they loved me or hated me I didn't give a flying fuck... If I offended them good... If they agreed with what I was saying and doing whatever... I got noticed... I did and said things that gave them no choice, but to put me in the God damn spotlight... I beat your so called top draws forcing them to push me up the ranks... And I know how much it turned their stomach EVERY damn time they had to... Every time they had to put me a step ahead of their favorites made them physically ill..."

A few of the loud mouth fans pipes out "YOU'RE A LEGEND! YOU'RE A LEGEND! YOU'RE A LEGEND!.

"YOU can bet your mother fucking ass I'm a GOD DAMN legend... I have kicked more ass and taken more names than anyone else can EVER say they have... And what do I have to show for that? I am the LAST OUTLAW... I am the last REAL wrestler this business has left... And ALL I have to show for all my BLOOD, SWEAT, and TEARS... Is a dying industry... Being the last of a dying breed... It's NOT PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING anymore... It's SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT... It's SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT that is killing this business... I can't believe my predecessors... Retired and died from the business and passed the torch to a bunch of SNOT NOSED PUNKS... That have no respect for those that came before... Those who paved the way for them to get into this ring and rub on each other's GOD DAMN NUT SACKS..."

Raye spits and wipes the excess saliva from his lips.

"I'm SO fucking tired of these actors stepping into MY ring and half assing a match for the good of entertainment... I am SICK AND GOD DAMN tired of these idiots who get into MY and do these RETARDED ass JOKE spots for the yucks... AND I AM FOR GOD DAMN SURE TIRED of all these WANNA-BES stepping into MY ring and pissing on what I MADE FAMOUS before they were even off their mother's tit..."

SM's tremors grow a little more violent. He speaks through gritted teeth as more and more emotion comes out of him.

"I for one refuse to let the business DIE... I refuse to let these DISRESPECT BITCHES who think they can wear a pair of sparkling pink under-roos and some wrestling boots and take one FUCKING BUMP think they are SUPERSTARS kill what I HAVE WORKED SO HARD TO HELP BUILD! SO mark in your calender... Today I am putting all of GHW and EVPW on notice... SM Raye is here and ready to kick someone's teeth in... AND I WILL DIE BEFORE I LET ANYONE DESTROY PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING! And I'm NOT speaking of sports entertainment... This gay ass, ballerina show is not what I am representing... I AM NOT A SPORTS ENTERTAINER! FUCK SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT! I AM A GOD MOTHER FUCKING DAMN PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER! AND I WANT MY PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING BACK!"

He looks around for a moment as some members of the crowd shout out approval for what he is saying.

"Oh and don't you mother fuckers think for one moment you're off the hook... YOU ARE the MINDLESS DRONES that eat THAT SHIT up... You are the ones that cheer for those assholes... You are the ones who allow the management to over-shadow those few like me... YOU JACKASSES ARE THE REASON I RETIRED ONCE ALREADY! SO don't think FOR ONE MOMENT... You are off the hook... You sheep sit there on the edge of your seats... On the edge of your couches while watching at home... BEGGING AND CRYING for more... SO I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU THINK! FUCK ALL OF YOU!"

TBC:

OOC- YES it is an open thread there is someone who might be responding to it, but I'm sure he won't mind if someone else plays along too






  

[Ethan Hawke]

OOC: Just realized I did this on wrong account so ignore it is under Hawke name and just roll with the Raye thing lol

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The sound of a powerful dragon roar rips into the arena, cutting off the Courier of Controversy's rant. Fans recognize the roar as the beginning of the theme for the Dragon of Sendai. Chris Pyro quickly bursts through the curtain, an enraged look on his face as the azure-kimono, sword wielding warrior of EVPW marches to the ring. SM Raye locked dead in the Dragon's sight as he makes his way to the ring. He waists little time climbing up the steps into the ring, grabbing a mic of his own before getting right into the face of the One Man Militia.

Pyro:
Who the hell are you? Who in the blue hell are you to come down to this ring, disrespect this company, disrespect the EVPW faithful like you run the damn place?

The deep blue eyes of the Dragon barely budging from his rage at the mans action.

Pyro:
You say you have been in this business for fourteen years, yet you act like a damned whiney little punk. I've been doing this for ten years, been to Japan numerous times. I've won several titles, fought the very best here. These fans have seen me at my darkest, and have seen me at my best. You say fans line up for blocks? Good for you. You're a celebrity. You're big news... Out there.

Pyro points out in the direction of the exits.

Pyro:
You brag about being a legend, but I see you for nothing more than a newbie. I can see why those other companies dropped you. You're nothing but a flash in the pan. You make one big impact with that mouth of yours, but that is all you are. The last pro wrestler? Wrestling is very much alive and kicking here in Eagle Vision PRO WRESTLING. You want things handed to you? You're out of your mind. You come here, from a company like GHW and expect to be put ahead of guys like Ethan Hawke, Shawn Dreamer, Matt Scar? No, you come here, you sit at the bottom. Just like I did, just like they did. You're just another entitled little punk who expects the world to bow to their feet. Guess what pal? You just woke this dragon up from his slumber, and I swear I will bite your head clean of those shoulder.

Chris takes a step back, glaring menacingly at Raye. His hands shaking from his emotions at the words of Raye.

Pyro:
I fought tooth and nail to get to where I am. These people have seen me grow. I have seem hundreds of guys like you. I have kicked many of their heads off their shoulders. I have had my head kicked in numerous times. But here is where you and I differ; I don't sit there and whine like a helpless little dog. Win, lose, or draw I get up back up. I brush myself off and I prepare for the next show. I see you drag this company's name down. A company I helped build with guys like Vladimir Strife, KingBear, Shawn Dreamer, Metal Dragon, Ryan Hughes. I got held down, I was told I wasn't going to amount to anything for years. When I debuted here in EVPW almost five years ago, me and Brian Brooks called out the top dogs and got our asses kicked by Vladimir Strife and Amanda Hallsworth. Brian Brooks then went on to win the Dragon's Rage Championship and I won the TV Championship, along with the tag belts here. I don't think I am entitled to anything here, and I will be damned as some no name like you EVER gets ahead of guys who have earned it here. You may be the biggest name, but as far as EVPW is known, you're no more than just a Jeff Young. A nobody. You want to be big here? Earn it. You are far from the last Pro Wrestler. Hell, you're hardly a man. REAL pro wrestlers will do this for nothing. REAL pro wrestlers do this for the love of it. A man holds honour and dignity above all else. You have none of what makes a man or a wrestler.

['The Franchise' SM Raye]

Raye looks at Pyro with a hint of respect, not letting it show whether or not he knows The Dragon of Sendai. The hint is slowly over-shadowed by the arrogance and pride that fills the fourteen year veteran. The one question burns in his mind as his baby blues lock on the almost angelic blue eyes of the man originally from Toronto. He takes a deep breath as he licks his lips.

"Who the BLUE HELL am I? I am the man who has done more in his career than YOU have EVER done in YOUR LIFE! And I'll tell you something else... YOU don't need to tell me YOUR name... You're a bit of a pioneer in your own right aren't you? But I will tell you this Chris... When lined up with me... Do youknow WHO'S name people will think of first? MINE MOTHER FUCKER! But I digress... As far as EVPW goes... As far as GHW goes... From what I can see from the line up... You want to talk about PUNKS? I believe I have seen at least three names that have a history on BOTH rosters... And here's a hint on those names... THEY DIDN'T GET ANYWHERE!"

SM takes another slowly, shaky breath.

"I'm a 'celebrity' outside this arena because of the SHIT I have accomplished inside the squared circle... I am a 'celebrity' because when I talk the fans... HELL EVEN THESE FUCKING IDIOTS! Shut up and listen... You're a music lover correct Chris? I kinda figure that much from the name of your finisher... Which just so happens to be like mine a variation of one of the most lethal manuevers EVER done in a ring.."

Raye licks his lips.

"But just like the names and how we set them up are different... The way we word things are EXTREMELY different... You see Chris... In the ring... You might play the symphony of someone's FINAL DIRGE... But you FUCK with me I WILL WRITE YOU FINAL VERSE inside and outside the arena... AND I WILL GIVE YOU THE FUCKING WAKE UP CALL THAT YOU FUCKING NEED!"

The Franchise's eyes lock on those of The Dragon once more, seeing that the man who has stepped up to him is not wavering.

"You seem upset by what I have said PYRO... But I don't think it is what I said that bothers you... I THINK no I KNOW that the ONLY reason your lil panties are in a twist is because you KNOW what I say is the TRUTH and you just DON'T have the BALLS to say it yourself... THESE fans, THIS arena, and EVERYTHING about both... IS NOTHING, BUT SHIT..."

The man once coined The Courier of Controversy lives up to the moniker as he licks his lips again.

"There is a hole in the world like a great black pit...  It's morals aren't worth what a pig can spit... And it is filled with people who are filled with shit... And the vermin of the world inhabit it... And do you know what this place is called? Eagle Vision Pro Wrestling... EVPW..."

TBC:

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The Dragon laughs to himself, finding it amusing what SM Raye has to say.

Chris:
You are definitely an annoying mouth piece, that's for sure. For someone who claims to have done so much, you sure complain about everything you've never gotten. Seriously, what happened? Your mom take her milk away, and now you have a chip on your shoulder?

Chris takes a few steps back, getting a good look at Raye.

Chris:
You're right. This place is in a bit of a dark and dank hole. It's why I'm here. To kick the crap out of useless shits like you to take it out of that hole. You think you're wise, cracking jokes about the name of our finishers? How about this, while you sit there and whine, I will give to you God's Last Gift; a bite from this Soaring Dragon!

Chris locks his eyes back onto those of the Miltia-man.

Chris:
As I said before, your hardly a wrestler. Everything you said that made you big, was by talking. You said companies never gave you what you "deserve" so you started talking and pissing people off, and then you were noticed. Hardly the acts of a "Pro Wrestler". Any actor, any entertainer, can get easy fame for talking. A pro wrestler gets fame by cutting it in the ring. You got passed over by beating "top guys" but never got your name out there until you talked. You sound like EVERY sports entertainer that has entered this ring. Now, why don't you crawl under what ever rock you crawled out of, and let the WRESTLERS get stuff done in the ring. Who knows, maybe one day you'll get matched up with someone with actual in ring talent who can't talk.

['The Franchise' SM Raye]

The One Man Militia looks at Pyro the veins popping in his forehead, but just as quickly as his pulse races as he listens to the words of The Sendai Dragon the rage seems to subside.

"It's funny for all MY boasting... You seem to see right through me, but from what I am hearing exit your lips Chris... YOU are JUST like ME... Or at least what YOU ACCUSE me of being... You see Chris you mention you think that I am all talk... BUT that is EXACTLY what you are doing RIGHT now... You're using your words just like I am..."

SM takes a step back with a devilish gleam in his eyes. He slowly unzips the hooded jacket he has worn out with him and without taking his eyes off of The man from Sendai tosses it out of the ring.

"Pyro not taking his eyes off of Raye at the moment and I don't blame him a bit... Raye has a history of hitting people when they least expect it..."

"What happened to his hair? All my Raye posters have him with the long flowing locks or the dark and scruffy face... Bad boy hot at it's finest."

"You just noticed he got a hair-cut? Really? Then again I never really paid attention to a man's hair before..."

"You should start... Appearance is EVERYTHING..."

"I'll take your word for it Ray..."

The tension is building, the static between the two sparking and sending chills through those watching and waiting to see who is going to be the first to swing. Raye runs his fingers through his hair and then plays with the scruff on his chin.

"You know what you remind me of Chris?"

No further warning is given and with a quick scoop of his foot around Pyro's ankle, The Franchise causes his foe to end up on his backside.

"A Chihauhau on a chain... Acting like your bullet proof, but all you're gonna do is run to the end of your chain and bark... And then when someone shows you any REAL aggression you shake like a leaf no long sure of yourself..."

The One Man Militia looks at his downed rival and gleam in his eyes and a devilish grin growing on his face.

"Dragon MY ASS... You are lucky if you can be considered a GECKO..."

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Chris sits on the mat for a moment to gather himself. He looks up at the Devilish Militiaman, and gets a smirk of himself. He doesn't lift the mic up to his lips, but he mouths to his rival "Nice. Very nice.". Chris then pushes himself back up to his feet, brushes off his hakama and looks back into the eyes of Raye.

Pyro:
A Chihuahua on a chain, huh? Can't say I've ever been called that before. Mighty big chain to hold this dragon. But I will admit, you got a head of me there.

Chris takes a step towards his in-ring companion. Thoughts racing, rage building, but focuses on what Raye said to him.

Pyro:
The only reason I am out here talking, is because some little poodle with his fancy hair came out and started barking, and I felt they needed to be muzzled. Poodles are always so fancy and delicate, even the "males"... I guess that is why you remind me of a neutered poodle. All bark, no balls.

The Dragon of Sendai takes a step back once again to eye his rival before getting into SM Raye's face again.

Pyro:
How about we end all this fancy talk and name calling. How about I kick your ass here and now, and put you in your place you mutt! Show you what a Dragon can really do!

Kazue quickly rushes to the ring, seeing the rage in Pyro's eyes and the way this talk has gone, only bad things can happen. She gets into the ring quickly and fights to push her husband away in hopes of stalling an unnecessary fight. Chris complies, but smiles while he backs away.

['The Franchise' SM Raye]

"Well..."

Raye lowers the microphone for a second and smirks as he studies the form of Kazue.

"It would seem that I'm not the only one who likes to mix business with my personal life... And I'm not the only that has a woman that grounds me... It's funny though cuz mine knows when to leave well enough alone... You sit there and talk about barking and all I hear is the 'roaring' of the dragon... You see Chris... You can sit there and call me a nuetered poodle, but as you can see."

He steps forward pinning Kazue between the two of them. His nose only inches away from The Reborn Warrior.

"Even with your mail ordered chica... I STILL step into YOUR face. I think my wife would say it like this... You are proving to be NOTHING, but a Puta... If you don't speak spanish I will translate for your Psuedo-Japanese ass... YOU ARE A BITCH!"

Suddenly "Remember the Name" blares over the sound system and Ethan Hawke's video plays. The Head Hunter darts toward the ring and steps between Kazue, Chris, and Raye. He turns his attention to Chris and mouths 'He's not worth it man... You got a match tonight...". Raye looks on and smirks, shaking his head and chuckling to himself.

"You see Pyro... You aren't worthy to waste MY time... You can't even face me like a man... For all your talk of kicking people's heads in... You STILL have to have people come out to TRY and keep me from putting my knee or elbow through your skull."

Chris takes a step toward Raye, but Hawke and Kazue intervine and hold back The former Rogue Ninja. Raye positions his finger inches from Chris's face.

"I'm not touching you.. And do you know why Chris? Because even though you got the clean cut kid and the Japanese love slave... You look and smell like you haven't bathed in weeks..."

Pyro attempts to take another step toward Raye, but only again to be pushed back by his wife and 'Tag Team' partner. Raye does a martial arts stance as Ethan again tries to reason with his team mate.

"Chris you still got the match with Bella tonight... Don't do anything stupid... You're better than that..."

The Dragon nods and takes a slow step back, not taking his eyes off the other party to this little debate. The three back towards the ropes and Ethan steps between them first, Pyro takes a moment to watch SM a little longer before taking his eyes off him long enough to start between the ropes himself. Without warning or provocation Raye takes a running start toward The Dragon and does a three-sixty spin before tossing his elbow in the direction of Chris's head. The blow, however, misses the intended target and with a viciously loud smack connects with the back of Kazue's head, just above her neck. The impact causes the lovely japanese woman to fall limply against the ropes. Raye takes a moment for his mistake to sink in, but is quickly out of the ring and in the crowd before Pyro can react.

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Chris hears the loud smack of Rayes' elbow to Kazue's skull. He turns to see his wife crumble to the mat unconscious. The look in Pyro's eyes change from calm to completely enraged as he charged back inside the ring as Raye makes his get away. Not wanting to let the Courier of Controversy get away, he climbs through the ropes and charges the guard rail but is quickly caught by Ethan Hawke. Pyro pushes Ethan back, wanting to get at Raye for his assault, but Ethan reminds him of his match and that his wife is hurt. Pyro nods and climbs into the ring, grabbing one of the mics.

Chris:
RAYE! YOU SON OF A BITCH! I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU FOR THIS! YOU CROSSED A LINE, AND NOW YOU WILL PAY FOR IT!

Chris throws the mic down as static rips through the PA System. He goes to check on his wife while Hawke gets EMT's to hurry to the ring. EMT's come to Kazue and check on her as she sits up and shakes her head. Hawke and the rest of the EVPW fans applaud as she shows that she is alright. Chris holds the ropes open so she can get out. She wraps her arms around Chris' neck as the three leave the ringside area. Chris' eye watching for Raye to show back up.

EOT