To Crown a King

[Kasabian Stalker]

We are moments away from the main event on Wednesday Night Genesis's return show. The crowd are expecting to be greeted to the chaos that will be Kasabian Stalker versus Chris Dolmeth. Glass tables have been decoratively scattered around the ringside area and the crowd are ready for blood.

When the lights dim and "Bones" by the Killers begins to play, as expected, the crowd rise to their feet as one. Kasabian Stalker shows himself soon after, the Pervert's seedy smile greeting the fans eagerly in among the pink and purple lighting that accompanies his entrance. However, the Perverted One is not alone. He carries with him a familiar ally... The Imperial Championship.

Unsure about why the Butcher carries the vacant Championship, the crowd begin to murmur. Kasabian ignores the muttering as he walks down the ramp to the ring, deciding to wait until he has a microphone in hand to address the question. Once in the ring, he takes a hold of Lizzie Morna's microphone, slapping her on the behind for good measure as he pries the mike from her fingers.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, your champion has arrived!" Kasabian bellows into the microphone to a mixed response. "I figured that we cannot have a vacant championship, not if we want this revitalisation of EVPW to be successful. And, seeing as how I never really lost the championship in the first place, it seems only fit that I should pick up right where I left off.

I am the most dominant person to ever set foot in this ring, with close to thirty wins and only one ever loss. Doesn't that sound like champion material?"

Kasabian holds the championship above his head proudly with one hand, while handing the microphone back to Lizzie with the other. As he does so, he talks into her ear, words unheard by all but the pair themselves. Lizzie shakes her head at Kasabian's request at first, but eventually gives in and raises the microphone to her mouth.

"Ladies and gentlemen... This match is a best two-out-of-three glass tables match.

Introducing first, YOUR IMPERIAL CHAMPION... The Pervert, Kasabian Stalker!"


The crowd, still unsure if this is all really happening or not, give a lack-lustre response. The awkwardness is only ended with an all too familiar sound breaking through the PA system

TBC (he knows who) - only him.

[Vladimir Strife]

As Strapping Young Lad's 'The New Black' begins to blare, the fans come to life, the prospect of the two winningest stars in EVPW history coming to terms igniting their fervor. In short order, the infamous Barbarian Lord sweeps aside the curtain that hang over the entryway and steps out, the ruckus turning deafening as he stares down the ramp at the Pervert, whose lips begins to twist into a grin, his tongue poking out between them and running their length slowly. The playful antic is lost upon Vladimir, whose eyes are furrowed in his ever-present rage as he lifts the microphone up to his mouth and signals for those in the back to cut his music. It takes a moment after this for the fans to follow suit, but when they finally do, the Behemoth speaks, nearly sending them back into their frenzy.

"So.... let me get this straight... you're last reign with the Imperial title ended without you losing the championship.. and you've amassed some sort of incredible in-ring record?"

Kasabian wipes his mouth slowly, a smirk on it as he understands full and well what Vladimir is getting at.

"I mean - I would absolutely be behind somebody being crowned as the new Imperial champion on those grounds... unless, perhaps, there were someone else who didn't lose that belt the last time they held it. Especially if that someone were even MORE dominant and if they had some kind of a record even more incredible than that. Say, oh, just for example, 91 wins and only 4 losses in their entire, over 8 year long, career!"

The fans again pop for the Barbarian Lord's self-reference as Kasabian raises his own microphone to respond. Suddenly, however, both men are cut off as EVPW's General Manager and Director of Operations, Devin Bozz, steps out with a mouthpiece of his own.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold that right there, gentlemen. Kasabian.. you're absolutely correct. You were the Imperial champion and never lost it and it's absolutely only fair that you deserve a chance at it. On the other hand, Vladimir, you're right too. You also held that title and your reign ended without you losing it. But these fans and all of EVPW deserve to know that the man crowned champion is the best man for the job.. "

Devin strokes his chin, seemingly in thought, before continuing.

"So, next month, at From The Ashes... The Imperial Championship will be decided as Kasabian Stalker.."

A section of the crowd goes wild for the Brazen and Bizarre Baldy, which he welcomes with a smile and a thrust of his hips.

"faces off against Vladimir Strife..."

Another portion of the fans scream their support for the Barbarian Lord.

"in an elimination style triple threat contest."

Both stars get a look of confusion on their faces before they look over at the GM.

"Hey, we can't run the company on past glory, boys. You want that belt, you're going to have to make sure you're not just better than the other champion, but against whoever is the top star of the here and now. Every man on that roster has their shot at it. You win - you get two points. You lose - one point. Take the week off - none. Best match of the night nets each guy in it one extra point. I'll keep my tally starting from this week, including the matches that have already happened tonight. Gentlemen... may the best man win."

Devin walks back into the back as the fans continue to show their excitement for the first announced match of EVPW's first PPV since returning. Vlad and Stalker look at one another before the GodKing shrugs and walks off, leaving the Pervert to his match before him.

~End~

[Kasabian Stalker]

Freaking love it! You bloody tease Mike