Unbound Wings Triple Threat Match

[Lrey]

J.P: Well folks, this is the beginning and the end of the year! We are about to start Gods vs. Heretics, and this is the most giant Pay Per View of the year. It is the greatest one you will ever see, each match being elite people.

Ray: Not to mention the facts of who they are. We have Vladykins and Mattypoo finally fighting a match, and what a match it will be. Rhapsy and 5 other sexy men fighting for the Charging Glory title. The Straight Jacket match for Amanda's revenge. We have the giant Lightning Strike match, and what we are about to gaze at now, the Triple Threat for the Unbound Wings title. And these men are so small, and fun size.. *sigh*

J.P.: Yea... We will see Ricky Rodriguez try to defend his title against Rey Cage Jr., and the Legend himself, the Demonic Angel Lil Rey Ray. This could be Lrey's last title match, or this could be the start of a never ending reign. Whichever it may be, this match should be great. Also, Lrey is the only man on the entire roster who can say he has been on every single Pay Per View Card since the very beginning, he was here to see the beginning, and he will be here to see the end. For a year now, Lrey has been dedicated to not miss not one Pay Per View. What dedication to the company.

"The Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson begins playing over the speakers, half the crowd chorusing with heavy boos. Their screams drown out the entirety of the music, only a small beat behind the chants and boos. Banners are flung all across the arena, reading about anything under the blue sky, the fans just pumped that it is finally the greatest Pay Per View ever. A group of Perfection loyalists hold up banners high in the air, "The Suicidal Reign", "Perfection: One big step for mankind." The titantron begins flickering wildly, beautifully, sick, colors shining all around. Blood red, pitch black, pale green, oceanic blue, all the colors that bleakness is founded. The titantron reads "That's not it." All of a sudden, gold, purple, and lime green fall in ribbons and sparks from the ceiling. "That's more like it."

J.P.: Looks like Lrey wants to have a big bang for the Pay Per View. He is making his appearance known, and every fan knows him well already.

Lrey walks slowly from behind the entrance curtains, the dark green curtains rolling slowly off his back. As he walks fully through them, the curtains change color, now becoming gold on one third, purple on a third, and lime green taking up the rest of it. As the fans see Lrey, their faces turn to an expression of curiosity. For the first time in months, Lrey is wearing something that isn't in a Gothic style. His entire attire, although the same style, is colored fully in gold. His baggy shorts a mesh of gold and purple, the Gothic symbols taken place by purple P's around the thigh area. His boots are now a lime green, golden swirls taking place of the messages he had written there before. The fans cheer wildly at this, his entire look becoming more lightly. Lrey just smirks, and throws up a rock sign, the Perfection sign falling behind him, a giant P with words reading "Perfection, it means fuck all the rest."

Ray: Ha, ha, he hurt their feelings. They thought he had possibly changed, but man were they wrong. He is exactly the same, only showing respect for what he is. When people get it into their minds that Lrey is going to be the same, suicidal, destructive force even in new clothes for Gods v. Heretics, the easier they will become to love him. I mean I love him, even if he is a little bad ass, he at least doesn't get pushed around like some men.

Lrey slowly walks to the side of the entrance stage, a black carpet slowly rolling from the entrance curtain, making it all the way to the ring, stopping only a foot from the apron. Lrey looks back, and nods his head lightly, smiling as he sees his beautiful Gothic styled carpet, the only thing so far he has gotten of the sort. All down the carpet white writing falls, going from end, beautifully dancing around the black carpet. Lrey slowly walking down the carpet, feeling as if a king in a place of virtue. The fans begin to boo heavily, realizing the solemn fact that Lrey is a monster in his attitude. He smiles to the audience, sticking his tongue out rocker style, shaking his thick, long black hair as he does. He keeps walking with this, taking long strides, bending his knees low with each step. As he stops this, his hair falls nearly back into perfect place, a few stray hairs out of place.

Lizzie: Welcoming to the ring, weighing in at only 187 lbs. He hails from the beautiful city of Santa Fe, New Mexico! He represents Perfection...*grumbles*.. your 'Demonic Angel' Lil Rey Ray!

Lrey walks the rest of the way down regularly, his mind beginning to fall into track, thoughts of the future, and the match to come burning in his mind. Lrey slowly steps off the red carpet, the sounds of the arena still not letting but bits and pieces of the song burn through. Lrey's feet touch down on the mats outside the ring, smiling as he touches down on them, knowing his immortality is only some time away. As he walks slowly over the canvas, remembrance of other giant matches play in his mind, the knowing of what he has to do, and that he has to make it great. At this point, he knows that he will have to hit everything he tries in the match to a perfect cue, anything else may as well sell the match to another competitor, in his mind. Lrey steps slowly up the steel steps, breathing slowly and calmly, crawling through the ropes of the ring. As he stands on the canvas, in front of all the people, he can feel his heart almost skip a beat, knowing he will be fighting on the grandest stage of his life, and that the fans will expect nothing less that Perfection.()

TBCB Ricky or Rey

[Lrey]

(OOC: Whoopdi doo.. yippe... a free title. god this sucks man, least everyone knew it was gonna happen.

[Lrey]

Lrey begins pacing slowly back and forth in the ring, looking out into the audience and nodding slowly, his neck rolling back and forth. His eyes browse the setting, looking for any trace of life, any thoughts of someone walking out to become face to face with him. His expression becomes slightly agitated, the moments going by, and still no trace of a competitor. Fans begin to slowly chant for a competitor, the sounds booming throughout the arena, no one being able to keep their seats. Lrey slowly walks from the ring, climbing through the ring ropes, slowly bending it from its normal shape. He steps through them, letting them release, the rubber band like ropes snapping back into its shape. Lrey steps down of the outskirts of the ring, walking towards the announce table.

Lrey makes his way across the mats, looking dead at J.P, his eyes fixated on the cowboy. He walks to him, and holds his arm out, yelling. J.P, obeying the command, grabs under his desk, taking a mic from it. He brings his arm up to reveal it, handing it over to Lrey, seeing that denying the mad crazed man would be a horrible mistake. Lrey snatches the mic from J.P's hand, angrily readying himself to speak. He looks around the arena a few times, just starring, knowing the chants for a match will continue, no one going to come out. Lrey slowly stomps and claps with the chant, playing the crowd on, not wanting to win a dead-worth title. He holds his arm up to crowd, trying to silence them, only making the chants louder.

Lrey: I am no man for the peace. I am no man for the fans. I am no man for the entertainment. But I am surely no man for the dead title. If Ricky skips out this match, by rule, that title isn't mine. It will still be his. But if he skips out, he will be stripped of it surely. Ricky, your time is up, your title will be stripped, and I no longer have to stand in this ring and worry about it. I am the greatest there is, and you can't deny it. You can't even face your downfall, you can only run with your tail between your legs. I have never met two men with the content of discontent. Never have I ever seen two men, so bent on holding a title, that they fear the world to lose it. Because you face someone with the ability, the talent, the sheer greatness to take it, you run? You hide behind the world, you take yourself, and make yourself known a coward. You have not seen the extent of my abilities, you have not seen all that need be feared. You have not seen what is truly the defining factor in why wrestling is as..pure as what it is. You know not of what pain I can bring, and still you run away.

J.P.: The fans are going to riot. Not only because this is a giant match of GvH, but because Ricky will be stripped of the title. And the only man to show up, is Lrey. He is standing before us, talking, and knowing he is the victor. He knows that if neither show that the title will go to himself. He purely knows, that unless one of these men walk out, he gets a free title. And he would hate that, and we know it. Lrey is someone who likes to be pushed, someone who likes to earn his keep, and even if the fans hate him, everyone of them respect him and what he has done over his time in GHW.

Ray: Yea, he has put his sexy butt on the line night in and out for these fans, even if he talks shit about them. Well maybe not for them, but for himself. But the fans get to watch such an entity, such a presence do what he does. He does everything for his pushing, he wants to prove that he is truly the greatest there is in the business, that he can hang with the best of them. He is a man that paved the way, and like all those big, sweaty, sexy men, he should be shown as such. He was not shown as one, not getting nominated for the coveted first class of the Hall of Fame, his partner in crime, Hawkeye, also being left out of even the nominations.

Lrey: See, this is the biggest night of GHW, and this is what I have waited for since day one. You think I wanted to walk out on the biggest, the greatest, the one to end them all, and not have a match? You think I wanted to hear these fans chant for a match, and not for the match? Because I wanted to walk out here, and I wanted to show that I am still the greatest there is. I wanted to walk out here, and give a new look to suicidalism, I wanted to show myself that I am breakable. And I wanted to show Vlad, Matt Oliveira, Brett Steel, Alex Stall, Hayden Hardkore, and even Hawkeye and Jake Diamond, that I am an elite Fighty fighty person, same as them. I wanted to show them that I may have fallen, but I am never down. Each and everyone of them has seen that I am what wrestling is based off, whether they are friend or foe. I have shown every last one of them that I am no king, I am no messiah, I am no prince, that I am no genius, no savior, no assassin, and I am no future. But I am a man, a flesh and bone man, who grew wings and flew, and a man that fought with the world. I stood against all these men, as I am now, only a man, no hype, no talk, no games, no tricks. I stood here, a hardcorist, a suicidalist, a man who puts it all on the line, and I have taken each to a limit, and each has seen my prower is beyond belief.

Lrey: So Ricky, Rey, do you deny me these rights? Do you deny me the rights to kick your sorry asses across this ring, and smear your blood across the canvas? You deny me the rights as a man, to become more than a man. You deny me the rights to write my name in the stone, to show I am the man who stands the years, who stands the competitors and will still take on all? Because deny me this, and I will deny you life. I will find you, and I will break every bone in your body, you will gasp for air, grasp every moment of life and treasure it. Ricky, and as you scream in agony, and twitch in pain, and the last few breaths slowly come from your broken body, I will watch, I will wait, and I will laugh, and you will know the rights you have. Because, Ricky, the only rights you have are to bow at my feet, hand me the title, and hope I let you crawl away like the bitch you are. But, if you walk out here now, I will tell you your rights. Your right will be to fight a person who is more Demon than man. More flesh than soul. And you will fall, and you will perish, the title coming into the arms of the only one who deserves the gold, and you will know why you are no longer champion. Those are your rights. That's check, and it's your move, Ricky.

Lrey sits back, hopping atop the barrier, sitting solemnly, waiting for Ricky to walk from behind the curtains, his eyes burning with fury.

TBC (I hope)

[Vladimir T. Strife]

As LRey shakes his head in disgust in mid-ring, music hits the P.A. finally. It is 'Prelude to Madness' by Savatage, theme song of Wednesday Night Genesis' head cheese, Devin Bozz. Devin steps out of the back, a black tote bag in hand. He walks his way down the ramp, LRey looking at him curiously all the meanwhile. Devin makes his way around the ring, retrieving a microphone before he steps into the squared circle. He walks up the ramp and gets into the ring, looking LRey in the face.

"Now... LRey, I know you're quite disappointed at tonight's event.... both Ricky and Rey Cage not having the guts to show their faces in this ring. Well... from my understanding, it's with great remorse that I inform you Rey has quit. He gave me his resignation today, which I have been forced to accept. As far as Ricky Rodriguez goes, well, he hasn't defended his title in quite some time. Therefore, I now have the authority to put an end to his weaseling from his title defenses. As of this moment, Ricky Rodriguez is stripped of the title!"

LRey grins as he hears the announcement, the audience cheering from a decision they've expected to see for a while. Devin opens the tote bag he carries and pulls out the Unbound Wings Championship from it, the metal glistening in the light.

"LRey... as the only man to show up for this title match... I am rewarding you by appointing you the NEW Unbound Wing Champion!!"

Devin hands the title to LRey, who is still quite disappointed with not having a match here tonight. Devin smiles, something else up his sleeve as well.

"Further more... it is with GREAT GREAT pleasure that I make the following announcement. Ricky Rodriguez... whereever you may be... pack your bags and hit the road! You're FIRED! And let this be a lesson to everyone in the back... Don't cross the Bozz!"

As Devin looks into the camera, LRey raises the title high into the air, planning on revering it and defending it like a true champion. The PPV goes to a brief break, cutting to a commercial for next month's ppv Salvation.

~End of Match~