Death Before Dishonor BONUS Clip

[Ashlee]

OOC: The following was supposed to be posted with the PPV results but got lost in the internet nether. Holly and I hope you enjoy it. :-)

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“Sound of Madness” hit the PA and the EBWF crowd gave a standing ovation to the principal owner of EBWF.

Jim Ross: Wes Ikeda still hasn’t regained his chair on the board of directors, but he seems to be content being an EBWF Superstar.

Wes grabbed a microphone, but before his could start to speak “My Time is Now” hit the PA, and the crowd grew louder. Wes raised his eyebrow at the staging area, and the EBWF World Champion, John Cena came to the stage. Unusually quiet, he didn’t address the camera. He simply held the championship above his head, before running down the ramp to get into the ring. John held the championship up again when he entered the ring, and took a microphone of his own. His music faded. Wes’ eyebrow raised again, and he smirked slightly as he spoke first.

Wes Ikeda: Not that the world champion ever needs permission to appear in an EBWF Ring, but I’m a little surprised to see you out here.

John shrugged, leaning against the ropes. His belt was strapped around his waist, and he folded his arms over his broad chest, lifting the mic to his mouth.

John Cena: I figure we’re out here for the same reason, so let’s get to it.

Wes Ikeda: You and I ought to get something straight while you’re out here. I haven’t forgotten about the Royal Rumble…

John Cena: I didn’t suspect that you had.

Wes Ikeda: I can hold a grudge for a very long time.

John Cena: Oh, I know that.

Wes Ikeda: At the moment, however, I can’t concern myself with something so petty.

John Cena: Why? Do you have bigger fish to fry?

The crowd cheered as Cena raised an eyebrow, coupled with a knowing smirk.

Jim Ross: John Cena using the same words Paul Heyman used earlier.

Wes Ikeda: I do.

John Cena: You see Wes, you and I haven’t been seeing eye to eye the last few months, but I find it funny, that you of all people, wouldn’t recognize that the only big fish in this pond is the man holding the championship that sits around my waist.

The crowd cheered at that, and Wes shook his head.

Wes Ikeda: Well, look at that everybody! The champ. is. here! You know what, John…

“BREAK THE WALLS DOWN”

John and Wes both snapped their heads toward the stage as Chris Jericho walked down the ramp, microphone already in hand. He was dressed in a sharp looking suit, and surveyed the crowd for a moment before stopping just beside the apron.

Chris Jericho: This. is exactly what Paul Heyman wants. THIS. Now, look. I know better than anybody, Wes, that John throwing you out at the Royal Rumble made you angry. It was business and now he’s the EBWF World Champion. Paul Heyman knows that there is strength in numbers, and then he goes about this business of trying to polarize the most powerful players in the game.

Wes Ikeda: Don’t you come out here and try to speak to my ego as if…

Chris Jericho: I’m not speaking to your ego. I’m speaking the truth. Paul Heyman is planning to use Brock Lesnar to decimate everything and everyone in EBWF, and he’s starting by rattling the top. Brock Lesnar told you to go home. He also, cleverly, said that you were the top guy around here. He knew our champion wouldn’t take kindly to that.

John Cena: What Lesnar said was that I was exceedingly lucky in beating Brock Lesnar. He called it a twist of fate, a miracle, an impossible outcome, and yet, here I stand EBWF Champion. He called it an act of cowardice that I didn’t mention Brock’s name on the short list of comers for this championship. You know, normally I have a come one, come all sort of attitude about these things, but here’s why I didn’t mention Brock, Paul. I’ve already defeated your client. I did it handily. If I wanted to see the same match week after week, month after month, I’d change it to another station. I am not lucky. I am EBWF World Champion, and I’ll take that bet that in any ring, on any planet, in ANY universe, Brock Lesnar couldn’t destroy me. And I’d put good money on the fact that he probably couldn’t destroy Wes Ikeda either!

The crowd cheered that passionate speech, and quieted when Wes began to speak.

Wes Ikeda: And maybe Jericho is right. Maybe this is a case of divide and conquer. Lord knows this is the first client Heyman has been able to keep for more than six weeks. I can see him desperately wanting to hold on to the remnants of his once legendary career, by riding the coattails of a talent like Lesnar.

John Cena: Can we expect much else from a guy that looks like Danny Devito as the Penguin?

Wes paused, looked at John blankly for a moment and then shrugged.

Wes Ikeda: I had never made that connection until just now.

John Cena: I know poke the bear is a nice turn of phrase, but he should just say poke the penguin. We should put that on a t-shirt.

Wes Ikeda: He sure as hell waddles like one.

It was at this, John and Wes both had to turn away from each other. An obvious ad-lib, causing both of them to nearly break character and laugh. This brought cheers from the crowd, and John tried to bring it back.

John Cena: You were saying?

Wes Ikeda: It’s a shame Lesnar is too stupid to see what you’re doing. Let me make something clear to you though, Paul. I am never in the wrong place. No time is the wrong one. If you can no longer promise my safety, I more than look forward to battle. You’re right about two things. I am the puppet master. Everything does come right back to me. And I’ll wear that target on my chest, because it makes me one of the most respected, most prestigious, most desired opponents in this company. Earlier, Jim Ross said that you fired the first salvo against me, but that was wrong. That was a gross underestimation. I fired the first salvo when I came out at Aftermath, and proved to the world that I get under your client’s skin. I know real cowardice when I see it. You don’t want to embarrass your client by having him lose to John Cena again, so you’re going to send your dog over here to bark up my tree. Let me make one thing clear to you, Paul. I don’t just lace up my boots for anybody. Least of all… your client.

The fans popped big as Wes dropped the mic. “Sound of Music” hit, and Cena and Ikeda played to the fans as a video package for the next match began.

[Ben M]

I know it was a typo, but can I just say... I love the idea of Wes Ikeda walking out to the Sound of Music xD