New... Old Champion?

[Troy & B&-y Meadows]

The arena is packed with all the fans looking and waiting for their favorite worker to have his light in the ring for that night. Charlie Coors makes his way quietly to the ring and gets into it without a word at all or entrance music. The crowd talks amongst themselves as if wondering what is about to take place. Charlie stands in the middle of the ring now holding a microphone. Several audience members notice something hanging from the rafters above and point and ask what it could be. Everyone seems really confused at to what is going on and what could possibly take place. Charlie brings the mic to his lips and begins to speak as if not wanting to even say what he is saying.

Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls. May I have you attention please. I am against my own better judgement making possibly the worst mistake in wrestling history right now. And I highly doubt once the higher up's see what I am being forced against my will to do I will be in the unemployment line. But without further ado. I must unfortunately say. Charlie takes a deep breathe as if wanting to formally quit on the spot rather then say what he was told to say next. Please come down to the ring our savior, our newest MVP.

The lights dim slowly until the arena is completely black as several well placed smoke machines begin to start up. Several blue filtered spotlights shine down making the fog almost glow as the speakers crack for a split second and an unknown song begins to play.



A blue spotlight shines onto the entrance ramp and another on the object hanging from the rafters. As the tempo of the song picks up Troy exits the curtain from back stage wearing a purple and gold LSU jersey. He stops looking out at the crowd and smiles from ear to ear as the crowd can be heard talking softly almost wondering what this could be about. "Whats this jobber doing?" several of the fans say while others stand silently knowing the last two times they had seen him at all that he blew their mind with his mic skills. The crowd was torn right down the middle with the pure hatred for a man they have never seen compete and the others who only hoped he was as good in the ring as he was on the mic. The smiled washed from his face almost as fast as it was plastered onto it. He began to walk with his usual gangster like swagger toward the ring. As he got closer Charlie could be seen with his head lowered shaking it almost saddened that he was to play a pivotal role in this grand production. Troy slid into the ring and quickly rose to his feet. The audience still completely mixed some cheering softly and others booing faintly but mostly the rest of the crowd want to hear what he had to say and hoped this would move along quickly so they could see the matches they had paid to see. Troy grabbed the mic from Charlie and looked up and then back at Charlie and smiled hard at him with a grin that almost spat in the face of everything that Charlie stood for. The mic he held softly in his hand as if not caring if he was to drop it as he brought it to his lips slowly and finally tightened his grip upon the instrument of destruction that he would come to love most about this job. The music cut off just as quickly as it was cut on as he stood right up in Charlies face and began to speak to him and the crowd.

The future is now isnt it son?
You paid to see Dominik but got the chosen one.
Hayden HardKore is your New Age Champion,
And hasn't defended his title in days numbering a million.
Now see that stops here and right now,
Cause hes milking that belt and this company will just allow.
Hes no Champ hes not even on my level,
Maybe if him and Jake Diamond stop doing it anal.
They both need a push straight too the moon,
And you sit back there and watch like these fans are baboons.
That stops tonight right here and now,
I am the savior and Im taking the vow.
The New Age title is dead cant you see?
Cause the Old School Champ is me.

The object in the rafters begins to lower and the fans can now see that it is a title belt. A title belt that non have seen before. As the title gets between Troy and Charlie, Coors shakes his head and reluctantly grabs the title off the harness and the cable begins to rise back up. Charlie looks at the belt and then up at Troy before back down at the belt and makes an obvious sigh before extending his hands toward Troy and offering the belt. Troy smiles hard as he takes the belt quickly and places it over his shoulder. He then turns towards the camera's allowing pictures and the television camera's to get a good shot at the new SELF PROCLAIMED Old School Champion of GHW. Charlie exits the ring quickly leaving Troy standing there all alone in the middle of the ring.

TBC open to anyone at all, have fun with it if you like. This title as of right now at least is NOT legit and has only been approved for storyline purposes. No announcers where hurt in the making of this promo. I will leave this open for a couple days and if no one wishes to play off it in character it will be EOT'ed thank you for your time and support all of you who have been reading my stuff it is greatly appreciated. EOR (End of Rant)

["CMCQ" Connor Quinn]

Charlie Coors takes the few steps back away from Troy, expertly allowing himself to fade into obscurity. Now standing alone in the middle of the ring with the unknown title hanging over his shoulder, Meadows extends his arms out to his sides in a casual manner arrogantly gloating in the way the audience throw half-hearted remarks of disrespect at him. He just stands there and soaks it all in, looking very comfortable with the dislike shown towards him. He strolls along a loose semi-circle in the middle of the ring to further antagonise the people watching with his deliberately slow pace and over relaxed demeanour. The “new” Old School Champion adds a vainglorious grin for the effect and nods back at the increasing amount of heat he is now beginning to receive. However, this individualistic act comes to an abrupt halt when the giant screen behind him comes to life and a new music starts to play much to the delight of the fans. Caught off guard by the unanticipated interruption, Troy jerks still and turns to glare annoyingly at the stage leading to the back area.



Much to his repugnance, the theme only builds up momentum and from beyond the stage enters a new face. From the strong jaw to the long blond hair tied up in front and hanging loose at the back, the glittering short sleeved silver jacket to the long red hot blazing pants, the debutant looks anything but common. The man walks up to stand at the very top of the stage and reveal for the first time a vicious sparkly white grin, posing as such to fuel a pop from a crowd bored of the rapping man. Having commanded as much attention as humanly possible for a debutant with the unceremonious entrance and sexy features, the warrior look alike exposes the presence of a microphone in his grasp and to the approbation of a captivated audience, brings it up to his lips for another extended pose. Meanwhile, not moved one bit by the demonstration of such vigorous showmanship at his expense, Meadows initiates an angry back and forth pacing along the southern side of the square. His posture pumped up in his purple jersey, Troy looks mad enough to bark and carrying his self-declared championship with less grace than before, he alternates between staring a mud hole in the canvas and the intruder’s radiant features.

“Allow me to show the etiquette and unmatched class that I possess, and unlike that fellow circling around like a mad bull over there, introduce myself.” The deep Indy’s Rock star’s voice coming out just adds that much more likeability to this already interesting new character. “This right here Movie star looking baaaaaabyyyyy is yours truuuulyyyyyy, Connor Quinn!” The comment draws a yet bigger round of cheers from the crowd as they seem to have already made their minds up about being into this new guy. “And contradictory to everyone before me, and particularly him in that ring, I am not here to save anybody or anything, I am not here to bring a new era or change anything, I am not here to call this my show and brag about how awesome I am, and sure as hell I am not here to listen to others talk out of date bullshit that I just mentioned! However, if I am to say one thing about myself, it is a promise. I here and right now promise to you and anyone who happens to be watching one thing and one thing only, I, Chicago Made Connor Quinn promise to you, no guarantee it to you that I will bring with me one-hundred-and-one-per cent pure and quintessential HOME MADE entertainment BABY! And since I am about nothing and nothing BUT entertainment, let’s cut to the chase and liberate you from this Man-Paint drying you all to sleep. You, why don’t you just stop trying to do what you obviously can’t do, shut up, and face me here tonight on Live!?”

TBC
OOC: Seemed ideal for a debut mate.

[Troy & B&-y Meadows]

The crowd obviously fully behind the new cocky good guy and shunning Troy for his arrogance makes Meadows think long and hard. He knows that winning these fans back would be way to hard and not even worth his time for real. This was clear upon his face as he looked at the long haired interrupter of his ceremony. "How dare he have the balls to even think he deserved to be in the ring with Troy?" is the only question the quirked look upon Troy's face would scream. Troy then backed up to the ring ropes and leaned up against them. The mic still in hand but at his side slowly was brought up to his lips as his free arm rested on the top rope.

Your kidding me right? Where is Ashton at?
I have to be on Punked when you come weak like that.
You look like my ex and its sickening to me,
But she was much cleaner cause you have V D.
You want these fans you got them so just steal the show,
But when that bell rings Ill treat you like a hoe.
The reason your not laid out is clear,
Im waiting for security to escort you out of here.
You have no place in this ring your career is a joke,
You should be sharing with others whatever you smoke.
High as hell and you come to my ring?
Let me guess your talent is you dance and you sing?
This is sick little trick management is to play,
But you want a match Ill kick your ass anyway.
So go on run along and get this match booked,
But you just jump into a fish tank with a shark and should have looked.


The fans are mainly covering their mouths at how Connor is getting abused and degraded in front of them. Several members of the audience are saying "Damn" with each blow being landed lyrically as the others are only waiting for Connor to get a chance to talk again. Troy leans off the ropes taking a breath and letting the fans adjust to the damage that is surely about to take place. He gets right up in Connor's face looking at him and begins speaking again.

Now congrats son its time for you match,
Ill keep a close eye on you like biscuits made from scratch.
I got to take out some Metal head this week,
Maybe you can face me when you reach your peak.
In short thats a no, I aint got the time,
And now Ill walk away and give you time to decipher that rhyme.



A Remix of "Requiem for a dream" cuts on over the PA system as Troy goes to the ropes nearest the exit and steps through the top and bottom rope nearly dropping his new title in the process. He catches himself showing showing he isnt fully green but the damage of character assassination has already been done. The crowd can barely be heard over the hip hop cover of the song. Troy walks backwards to the back mouthing something inaudibly to the man in the ring. The camera gets closer to him as he can finally be heard talking out of rhyme.

Check yourself punk cause I will come strapped for your ass. This is my mothafuckin title bitch and you nor no one else is taking it away form me.

Troy pats the belt softly as a couple of audience members can be seen giving him the finger and booing at him. He sinks back in behind the curtain as the opening credits for the GHW Live PPV event begin to take place.

EOT- Sorry for delay was waiting to see if we were booked against each other, this is a nice set up for a feud. And should give us both a nice rub off each other. Look forward to working "against" you soon. And yes btw you are pushing me toward heel over tweener which is fine in my books.