Post by Werwulf on Oct 31, 2017 22:00:55 GMT -5
*The night before Overdive, Werwulf is seen walking through the crowd at the OCW Bar & Grill. Manticore is with him, Wulf’s World title over his shoulder, and both men are holding a tray of pulled pork sandwiches. They find a table off away from the crowd and sit down, Core handing over the World title which Wulf plops in the chair beside him.
They casually talk as they prepare to eat, and just as Wulf raises the sauce sopped bun to his lips…*
Jass: Oh hell yes!! FINALLY! You two have been very hard to get an interview with so I am glad to have caught you. I was looking for Kennedy Smoke… *his eyes glaze for a moment before he snaps back to reality* but finding the World champ is even better.
Oh, is that pulled pork?
*Wulf sits the sandwich back down and turns toward Hugh. Core just shrugs and proceeds to eat.*
Wulf: There is a very good reason we don’t associate with your filth, Jass. We have found that we make better statements with our actions and you are not worth wasting our words. However, I actually have something you'll want to hear, so I’ll grant you a brief moment.
Jass: Great! *turning toward the camera* OK, are we in focus, am I good? *camera man points to a spot on Hugh’s suit, what appears to be a lump of chili. He proceeds to pick it off and toss it in his mouth.* So, at Adrenalin you defeated “the Bandit” Eric Wilson in what many consider to be a squash. After your talk prior, it was rumored you were going to try and drop the belt.
Wulf: That’s the thing, Hugh. Whether I intended to drop or not, it was Bandit’s match to win and I showed the world why he has only ever tasted World gold twice. Now, again, I’m going to be short with this.
Plain and simple, OCW is infested with the lackluster and the sub par; these champions, save the cTn, are hollow at best. So I proposed a simple solution, and Mr. Kraven was ever so kind to deliver. The rankings are shit and these elitists who demand title shots or are gifted them simply because they were lucky enough to be the top turd of the pile do not deserve to try for MY World championship. I want a challenge, I want someone who is hungry for it, I want it to be someone fresh.
So, at Overdrive, I propose a Champion’s Challenge match. 6 men will enter the ring, of my choosing, and through elimination only one will remain. The winner will be awarded a title shot at All Hallow’s Massacre. Those men are the Chupacabra, Rebel Raynes, Jim Stackhouse, Tops Newsome, and the ‘Mega Heel’ himself, Jay O’Neil. The final man, will be yours truly. And should I walk out the victor, then I am exempt from having to defend at All Hallow’s.
So get the word out, it’s a new day in OCW, who’s man enough to step up and try and claim it?
*Wulf turns back to his BBQ and begins to eat, however, Hugh is not done.*
Jass: You say you want someone fresh, then why did you include the Chupacabra?
*Core sits his half eaten sandwich down.*
Core: Because he’s the only “legend” fucker pissed off enough to have a true go at Wulf once he hits the ring. Now run along, your stench is spoiling our meal…
*Before Jass can respond, he is forcefully pulled away. As the camera pans to catch up, Monn ‘Joogra is seen hefting Jass over his shoulder and proceeding out of the food court.*
They casually talk as they prepare to eat, and just as Wulf raises the sauce sopped bun to his lips…*
Jass: Oh hell yes!! FINALLY! You two have been very hard to get an interview with so I am glad to have caught you. I was looking for Kennedy Smoke… *his eyes glaze for a moment before he snaps back to reality* but finding the World champ is even better.
Oh, is that pulled pork?
*Wulf sits the sandwich back down and turns toward Hugh. Core just shrugs and proceeds to eat.*
Wulf: There is a very good reason we don’t associate with your filth, Jass. We have found that we make better statements with our actions and you are not worth wasting our words. However, I actually have something you'll want to hear, so I’ll grant you a brief moment.
Jass: Great! *turning toward the camera* OK, are we in focus, am I good? *camera man points to a spot on Hugh’s suit, what appears to be a lump of chili. He proceeds to pick it off and toss it in his mouth.* So, at Adrenalin you defeated “the Bandit” Eric Wilson in what many consider to be a squash. After your talk prior, it was rumored you were going to try and drop the belt.
Wulf: That’s the thing, Hugh. Whether I intended to drop or not, it was Bandit’s match to win and I showed the world why he has only ever tasted World gold twice. Now, again, I’m going to be short with this.
Plain and simple, OCW is infested with the lackluster and the sub par; these champions, save the cTn, are hollow at best. So I proposed a simple solution, and Mr. Kraven was ever so kind to deliver. The rankings are shit and these elitists who demand title shots or are gifted them simply because they were lucky enough to be the top turd of the pile do not deserve to try for MY World championship. I want a challenge, I want someone who is hungry for it, I want it to be someone fresh.
So, at Overdrive, I propose a Champion’s Challenge match. 6 men will enter the ring, of my choosing, and through elimination only one will remain. The winner will be awarded a title shot at All Hallow’s Massacre. Those men are the Chupacabra, Rebel Raynes, Jim Stackhouse, Tops Newsome, and the ‘Mega Heel’ himself, Jay O’Neil. The final man, will be yours truly. And should I walk out the victor, then I am exempt from having to defend at All Hallow’s.
So get the word out, it’s a new day in OCW, who’s man enough to step up and try and claim it?
*Wulf turns back to his BBQ and begins to eat, however, Hugh is not done.*
Jass: You say you want someone fresh, then why did you include the Chupacabra?
*Core sits his half eaten sandwich down.*
Core: Because he’s the only “legend” fucker pissed off enough to have a true go at Wulf once he hits the ring. Now run along, your stench is spoiling our meal…
*Before Jass can respond, he is forcefully pulled away. As the camera pans to catch up, Monn ‘Joogra is seen hefting Jass over his shoulder and proceeding out of the food court.*