Ragnarath strolled down the ramp slapping some fans hands but not in his usual cheerful mood jumping on to the apron ducking his head under the top rope he stepped over the middle ring sliding into the ring walking into the middle of the ring and grabbing the mic he held it towards his lips.
Ragnarath: Hey guys my apologies for not being able to finish the last month of last season off strong as you know CJ and I lost our tag titles, and I was left wondering why CJ did what he did was I the reason he decided to let Code walk away with the tag titles? Of course a few weeks later he let everyone know why he did what he did.
I am too dangerous to be around and he thinks I somehow will stop him from being his very best CJ you are an immense talent the only person who can prevent you from being the best is you but you betrayed me, and you will regret doing so.
Ragnarath: Now Cj lets get on to some of the reasons you gave for betraying me.
Ragnarath: so let us get this out of the way, yes I know I am not a dragon thanks for pointing out that news flash CJ also something else you stated the opinion on is I don't intimidate anyone CJ I am a cruiserweight, of course, I don't I don't try and scare anyone that's not my style.
He walks over leaning on the ropes looking out towards the crowd
Ragnarath: and next you call me a fraud why because I make sure the fans go home entertained because I want them to get their money's worth? If that's what you think then you are more of a fool then I initially thought if you think I am serious about my career here you will be sorely mistaken.
Ragnarath looks straight into the camera a serious look on his face.
Ragnarath: finally you claim I held you back from being whatever it is you want to be we will see come the next time we meet you better be ready for one hell of a battle I will give you everything you can handle and then some
the camera then fades to black as he makes his way back up the ramp.
This should be a heavy hitter.
Two bangers for sure.
IT’S BOX TIME!!!!!
Code Jackman Vs Cactus Guage
The camera pans to the announce team.
Austin man...
You'll get in the groove.
Again being told in my headset that it is 2018. Which is the sign that less is more…
The camera follows Cort as he makes his way through backstage, gaining some glances for the newfound gold on his shoulder. We can hear the intro to Jane by Jefferson Starship start up in the arena, the crowd beginning a muffled cheer. Further on and we follow him up till just before the curtain, before cutting to a shot of the entrance ramp as he walks out onto the stage. The rock music and the cheers of the fans blend into one, and if you squinted for a moment, it would almost feel like the 1970’s again. Throughout the crowd, “USA” signs bob up and down, indicating the growing support for this once-hated wrestler.
Cort strides down to the ring, proud as a pig in you-know-what. He holds the belt up high and soaks up the atmosphere for a while before grabbing a microphone from a ring attendant. The music fades out and he brings the mic to his mouth.
Cort: You know, it’s funny. I never put much thought into the lyrics when I was picking the song I wanted to come out to. S’just a good, classic rock ‘n’ roll track, right? Catchy. Mass appeal. But there’s one line, you know the one… “you’re playing a game, you never can win.”
Cort smirks.
Cort: Now isn’t that just too damn fitting. Through most of my time at OCW, I’ve been known as someone who never can win when it comes to the big matches. Choked like an old two stroke in the winter. And I’m not gonna stand here and tell you they were wrong. I might be half blind and half deaf and half stupid, but even I can see that I’ve been fairly notorious for not being able to seal the deal. But now, well.
He holds the belt up again.
Cort: Look, mama, look. So this one goes out to everybody who doubted me… two words, two syllables, ends in “you.” Here we go:
The crowd quiets down in anticipation of the F-bomb being dropped on live TV! He takes a deep breath and brings the mic up to his mouth...
Cort: Thank you!
The crowd is a bit confused.
Cort: Yeah, yeah, I know you were expecting the other one. Sensation just breathed a sigh of relief. But I mean it. Seriously, thank you.
He points out at the crowd.
Cort: Not just the people who believed in me, but the people who didn’t. The people who told me, to my face, why I wasn’t a high-level competitor on OCW. The people who let me know just how wrong I was about the way I saw some things. The people who booed me as hard as a democrat in the heartlands of Texas. The people who sat down and said--rookie--you need to fix yourself. You’re a two-bit trash-talking Don Quixote who keeps getting his ass kicked by every windmill from here to Timbuktu. You can’t keep it together in the ring or out of it. So get better or get lost.
Cort opens his arms.
Cort: The best pieces of advice you get are the ones that hurt the most. People who have your back might be liars, but people who hate your guts will always tell the truth. And I had a lot of truth to reckon with. Still do. But it was the doubters, the naysayers, who got me where I am today: in this ring, in front of you, with the CCW Pride Championship.
Cort: So let’s talk about this title and what I’m going to do with it.
A loud fan suddenly yells out: LOSE IT IN TWO WEEKS!
Cort chuckles.
Cort: Maybe. It ain’t like a championship makes someone a champion. But I will make a promise to be one, as best I can. From tonight ‘till whenever I lose this belt, be that tomorrow, next week, in a month, or even a year, this will be known as the AMERICAN PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP. It’ll be on TV and in arenas from Atlanta to Seattle to Detroit to New York… to Tupelo to Jacksonville to every little good ol’ town full of good ol’ boys who used to be middle-class when it still had a factory in it!
Cort: Be it in front of 500 people or 50,000, I will defend this title with all the horsepower America’s known for. Eight cylinders, 10 miles per gallon, spittin’ flames outta the exhaust pipe! You people got me this championship, and I’m gonna make each and every single one of you proud of it! Don’t touch that dial, don’t change that channel, don’t you DARE stop tuning in to OCW, because the AMERICAN EXPRESS is just getting up to speed! HOO RAH, thank you and GOODNIGHT!
Cort drops the mic panders to the fans enjoying the cheers of (most) of the fans. It’s a good night for Capital-A America.
Shepherd glares from the gorilla position with a blue hoodie on watching his partner celebrate his championship victory. He rolls his eyes and briskly walks away as a camera follows. He can be heard talking to himself as makes his way out of the arena.
Shepherd: I hope he enjoyed that because who knows how long that's going to last. I've put my time in too and why wasn't it me being given that golden opportunity. Nope past over for graduation a class late over guys who put in fewer man-hours than me. Who knows why, punishment for hitching on to the wrong horse car?
Shepherd: I'll take my moment on Riot next week. A match against the OCW Champion, but even that isn't in the Main Event. Story of my life, time to put up or shut up. They're all going to see what this guy can do...
Frustrated Shepherd pushes over some equipment over as he picks up the pace leaving the cameraman in the dust.
