Youngblood vs Ramon

[Ryan Pugh]

1 rp

[Jake Youngblood]

"No longer"

"After all of the things that I have done, no longer will I be the loser, the things that i have done were just, for the greater good of the cause....."

The sound of water hitting the surface of the floor, as a steamy young figure, kills the sound of the shower and steps out, before taking it's hand and rubbing the steam off of the mirror, revealing and very mellow, Jake Youngblood.......

He did have a slight mishap that led to his elimantion, yet in the end, the means were justified when he helped fellow Requiem member Aurora Deadwood, beat the final competitor in order to the shot and the "What ever the fuck we are called" Youngblood or Television Championship.

Still he lost the chance to hold his first championship in a major federation, he lasted to the final three, which made it a little better, he did however complete the goal that Alex had given him, which was no matter what make sure that Aurora or him self won the match, which he did, by taking down the old fool, Ramon. There would be another chance soon, very soon, as a ever familer voice was heard in the background.

YOUNGBLOOD....COME OVER HERE!

Shortly before, Jake had seen His Requiem family, fall and return in the order of the elimantion from the War Games, He felt that he accomplished all of his goals tonight, the checklist was finally done for the night as the simple task were complete as Jake looked apon them before heading over to Alex.

- Jake Or Aurora win the Elimanation Match

Jake slowly walks over to Nocturnal, having said that only one member of Requiem had won tonight, he was not in the brightest of spirits, but then again he never was unless Aurora was around.

In the wee days of Jake's career, he always used to say that he was going to become part of a revolution of that would shake the forces at be, that would make the little kids cower in fear at every show, every night, But tonight was not the night, as Requiem members filled there locker room....

Their was a errie silence the surrounded the locker room, not one of the members spoke as Jake sat in on a bench holding faylen in his arms, across from him was Aurora and Alex, while Apathy was in the shower and Redrum sat in the corner on a steel chair.....

The way it looked out in the War Games, when Apathy left the match, It looked like it was the cRu's match to win, so we all just sat there waiting for the final announcement.

~~~ 10 Minutes Later ~~~

Tom Davis: MATT SLATER IS YOUR SOLE SURVIVOR AND THEREFORE THE WINNERS, TEAM NEW!!!!!!!!!!!!

Had we not been so evil with content of PCW and Requiem losing, we might have been happy for NEW, as Noc would have said if he were in a talking mood, It's better than the cRu winning.

However, Redrum knoticed something due to his god like hearing, the ring canvas, is was being hit, not like a celeabration, but reather like a match was going on....

We,being Faylen and I were going to go to the curtain to see what was up, but Noc said it wasn't a good idea, caseu the cRu members were on there way back from the match most likely, and he thoght a "Jake Youngblood VS The cRu" apparently didn't look to hot in my favor.

"Will everybody shut up, i am trying to hear what they are saying!" Redrum spoke ever so boldy, yet he was right, there were people were talking on the mics... so we decided to listen.....



"You know that little contract that Roger over here signed and gave to Ryan Elias earlier tonight giving Showtime NEW? Well what none of you paid attention to was the fact that Roger Wright sold New Edge Wrestling to Yours truly, NOT SHOWTIME!"

The looks in the locker room were dumbfounded to say the least,Jake's eye were as wide as the grand canyon, PCW owned NEW, It wasn't that he cared about NEW, the brand, the champions or anything in general about the brand..... It was what we feared was going to happen, somehow The cRu was leaving WWX with more power than they entered with......

Everyone was silent as Pugh revealed his master plan to the world, we were all, once again one joint brand.... Jake was happy being a member of the PCW brand, but he knew why he was...... Rumor has it the at the time owner Jesse Styles pleaded with Ryan Pugh to take me in the draft, because he didn't want me to represent New Edge Wrestling, so that being said, without any other good option, Pugh Championship Wrestling was the only alternative. The current silence was more evident as Jake came back the present day, Pugh had finished his reveal, and the Pay Per View was off the air.

Jake finally spoke to kill the forced stunned silence, he was never the leader type, but he was more confident, and more outgoing nowadays, so he felt like if Alex was not going to say anything, then Jake should......

"So... What the fuck are we going to do now, from what it seems to sound like, every NEW wrestler is now a PCW wrestler, along with all logos, theme, everything, basicly we are one brand again Now that could be a good thing and a bad thing."

As expected, one of the fellow members also broke their silence as Redrum looked up at Jake, not in a friendly tone or manner spoke

"What in the fuck is good, about what is happening right now, we now have to look out for the championship situation, I mean, they are gonna obviously unify the Tag Titles,The World Titles, possibly the Youngblood and Televison Titles and mostly likely unifiy the Xtreme and Insane Rulez Titles"

What many people thoght the leader of Requiem, Nocturnal popped his head up, adressing his thoghts on the situation

"Well we have a few championships, Apathy has the PCW World Title, Red has the Insane Rulez Title, and we have two tag teams in Requiem to go after the Tag Titles, Roe has the number one contender to the Youngblood or Television championship now, everything is going to be ok, we got as much power as they do, the plan is still the same, elimante the cRu, even if NEW is dead and gone"

~~~ The Following Morning ~~~

Jake had recived a text message, from Alex, telling him about his WWX preformance and on his next mission, it was not a easy one, but recently what the fuck has been easy...

From: Alex

Youngblood, hell of a job at the pay per view, you did great, and you followed a order to the tee, now as for your next objective, I want you to finish what you started at World War X....Beat this next opponet, if you do, you will get a step closer to your very first championship title.... Your next opponet is Randy Ramon, you remember him well, I doubt you will need it, but i am going to tell you some of his weaknesses and strengths. As You already know Randy was in a group called the Rockstar Revolution, he drinks alot, so if he comes looking like some bum off the street don't be suprised, the only other major health issue is that he is bi-polor. lastly his strength, is that even if he appears lazy he is really smart, so don't get cocky. [/i]


Jake studies the message, learning the advantages and disadvantages by heart, before getting out of bed, only to look down stareing at Faylen, before going to get dressed, he pickes up his cell phone and walks out of the first part of the hotel room, granted sleeping in Al's cell was plesent, he loved sleeping in a bed again, maybe because Faylen was in it.

As Jake got dressed, he grabbed his phone, and wrote Faylen a note that he was going to, before walking out of the hotel room, examining the light yellow walls, he thinks of the power that the cRu has gained, and what he plans to do about it, he has had a goal Jake had had for a long period of time,to win the Youngblood Championship.

"Jake, Wait up"

Faylen spoke from the hotel room entrance, her brown hair flowing as she ran to Jake, who met her in a kiss, which lasted from about a minute, before walking out of the hotel. Jake stared at Faylen till she finally spoke.

"So Jake, what are you going to do about cRu?"

He loved when she got intrested in his world, one of the only things that he was good at, was wrestling, and to have a girlfriend that was into what he did.

"Well, Fay I think it is time i started going after the championship that has my name, that was made for me, the championship title that was eluding me on NEW had finally came to PCW, and I am going to take it, and nothing is going to stop me, not this wannabe singer turned wrestler, not Matt Slater, Johnny , Pugh, Inkt..... NO ONE is stoping me, Requiem, we are taking this place slowly but surely, by the end of 2012, I am going to be on top, nothing is getting in my way..........

"Nothing was going to stop me, all of my goals were going to come to reality, for I am the Anti-Christ, and this is my evolution"

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OCC: Sorry about the length, but finals is raping me

[Randy Ramon]

"Your winner, and new number one contender... Aurora Deadwood!!!"

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Scene 1 - The Aftermath

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Aurora Deadwood celebrates her extremely recent victory in the corner of the ring as "Rockstar" Randy Ramon is starting to come to his senses in the center of the ring. He shakes the cobwebs out of his head and wipes the sweat from his forehead and his eyes. He reaches out, grasping the second rope, and uses it to pull himself to his feet.

Randy: "What the hell?"

He looks around the arena, not sure what just happened. One second he was about to win the match, and the next thing he wakes up with a screaming headache, flat on his back in the center of the ring. He pushes the hair back out of his face and looks towards the big screen, where he sees a replay of Jake Youngblood hit the "Downfall" followed by Aurora's bulldog, and the one, two, three. Rage builds up in his eyes as he clinches his fist and kicks the bottom rope. He paces around the ring a few times with his hands on his hips. He looks out at the cheering crowd, then slips through the ropes to the floor.

Randy: "Where the hell is he?!"

R3 storms up the ramp and into the back, obviously beside himself.

Randy: "Youngblood!!!"

He bellows as he searches all around the entrance way.

Randy: "He can't have gone far... I'll kill him!"

Randy is about to head towards Youngblood's locker room when he suddenly hears a familiar voice calling out from behind him.

Chris: "Randy! Randy!"

Chris runs right up to Randy, with an envelope in his hand.

Chris: "Dude, what just happened sucks... but he's already gone. I don't know where he went, but he's no where to be found. I already searched the place for him."

Randy looks up to the sky, obviously disappointed.

Chris: "But here, this was at the locker room when I got back."

Chris extends the envelope to Randy, who takes it and quickly opens it. A smile comes across Randy's face. Suddenly the world is right, and what just happened is not so bad. Randy hands the paper that was inside the envelope to Chris and walks off, back in the direction of the locker room. Chris looks at the paper, and then tosses it in a nearby trash can. Chris walks off camera as the scene zooms in on the piece of paper.

"Insanity 12: Randy Ramon vs Jake Youngblood"

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Scene 2 - Breaking the Silence

Scene opens up in front of a black backdrop... a single figure stands in front of it. He looks somewhat like Chris, but sort of looks like Chris grew a bad mustache, car salesman hair cut, and bought a really cheap suit and cheap aviator sunglasses. He holds a mic in his hand and looks directly into the camera.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Danny Feltersnatch, official reporter of PCW, and I have a very special guest here with me tonight. It's been a full week since the World War X screw job went down, and we have yet to hear from the victim, Randy Ramon... tonight, he breaks that silence. Ladies and gentlemen, "Rockstar" Randy Ramon."

Randy walks on camera, wearing a royal blue version of his ring gear - tights with white stars up and down the sides, and a matching vest. He slides the sunglasses from the bridge of his nose to the top of his head and looks "Danny" up and down.

Randy: "Thank you uh, Danny, for having me here tonight."

Danny: "The pleasure is mine. Tell me Randy, how are you feeling almost a week after Jake Youngblood screwed you out of the number one contendership you clearly earned and deserved?"

Randy: "How am I feeling? I'm still pissed. I've done nothing the past week but stew about it. I've paced back and forth my locker room all day, just counting down the minutes until my match tonight with Youngblood. You all saw it... I had Deadwood dead to rights. Ready to finish her off, and the cheap excuse for a real life Hardy boy decides to stick his neck where it didn't belong, obviously bitter about the fact that I am just plain better than him, and cost me the match."

Randy pauses for a second, collecting his thoughts.

Randy: "I should be lining up to fight Inkt this week for the Television Title, but instead I'm fighting some jackass who took some unknown drug. I don't know what you took Jake, but let me tell you this... side effects may include failure to succeed and getting your ass kicked. Seek medical attention for an ass kicking lasting more than four hours."

Danny: "Now don't get me wrong Randy, but you knew going into the match that this sort of thing could happen. They're both members of the Requim, and you know how groups like that roll."

Randy: "You're absolutely right Chris. I've raised a bit of hell in my day... I've been a part of many groups who caused similar antics. But here is the difference - I scouted my opponents significantly better than Jake apparently did. You have to pick and choose who you're going to screw... make sure they're not going to give you a rash."

A slight pause ensues as Randy unfolds his arms and moves them to his hips.

Randy: "Jake, you screwed the wrong person... and now you have the rash. You have the rash that is my undivided attention. You have the rash that is my rage, my fury, my vengeance. You have the rash that no cream, no ointment, no grace of God can cure. You have the rash that will pop up from time to time, long after you thought it went away, just to make your life a living hell for a little while longer. You've got the Rockstar Rash."

Randy looks directly into the camera lens.

Randy: "Are you happy?"

Danny is trying his hardest not to laugh.

Danny: "That's a little... gross... and completely messed up."

Randy: "But you get the point? I've been a part of my fair share of screwjobs. I've been on the winning side of most of them... but the difference? The people I took advantage of... they were weak. I knew I could get away with it... I knew that they would roll over and not come knocking. The biggest mistake you've made in your entire life, was assuming I would do the same. Now I don't know if you thought about it and did it deliberately, or if it was a... "rash" decision, *chuckles* but it's all the same to me. You're angered a sleeping giant, and you're about to feel its wrath."

Danny: "Randy, did you catch any of Youngblood's promo?"

Randy: "I caught a little bit of it... boring mostly... but I found one thing very interesting. It seems Jake is more concerned with the future direction of our great company than he is this match. It seems he's more worried about the World War X War Games match than he is about his match with me. It seems like he's more intent on the Requiem than he is the Rockstar. I won't speak to the Requiem or the main event match, but I will say this..."

He shifts his weight from one leg to the other, then points into the camera, as if he's pointing right into the corroded soul of Youngblood.

Randy: "I'm going to say this one time, and one time only Jake. I don't care where this company goes. I don't care if they up and move to Japan. I love Teriyaki. I don't care if we're global, local or independent... I don't care if they call us NEW, PCW, EVO or Dildo Chamionship fucking Wrestling!! No matter what, where, or when we find ourselves, I'm coming after you - and you would be wise to remember that. I'm going to make you wish you had put your tail between your legs and barked your way back to the locker room, and went back to your quiet little life of being Koresh's lap dog - and never EVER interfered in my business."

Randy: "...and did I hear you right? Did I hear you say that you were content with being in the final three of the elimination match? Do you think the Red Sox were content being third in the American League East this year? Do you think the Chicago Bulls were content to be third in the NBA last year? Am I content to be the last one eliminated?? NO! And do you know why? Because I, like the Red Sox, and like the Bulls will be soon, am a winner. I win things. I take pride in it. It's what I do. You? You are a loser. You suck. And you'll never be more than that... a... sucky loser."

Danny: "Hit him where it hurts Randy..."

Randy: "Your sarcasm is not appreciated Chr... err, Danny."

Danny laughs as he pulls the mic back.

Danny: "Randy, Jake calls himself the Antichrist of Wrestling..."

Randy: "The antichrist of wrestling?? For serious?? Jake is the antichrist of personality. The antichrist of excitement. The antichrist of fun. When he walks in the room, personality dies. Excitement ceases. Fun goes out the window. I'm so sick of these fucktards who paint their faces and hide behind a mask. So ashamed of themselves, so ashamed of everything they are, that they have to paint their faces. You can call it dark, or demented, or evil or call it a gimmick or a schtick... the bottom line is its ridiculous. Stop hiding Jake. Stop running. Embrace yourself... embrace who you really are... a pathetic excuse for a human being. A sad, sad little man who's fall from his self built grace, his self built pedestal will be just as tumultuous as the way up, but so much faster. And when you hit the bottom? When you finally realize that hiding behind a mask, like a little bitch, is not the way? I want you to think of me. I want you to thank me. I want you to hold me personally responsible for the life altering changes you decide to make... because once I'm done with you, you're gonna need a bigger, better, shiftier mask than you could ever buy, equip or apply."

Randy takes a deep breath.

Randy: "I'm about done with you already Jake... I'm over this. I already know I'm going to win tonight. I already know this. You're weak, physically and mentally, and cannot even begin to compete with me... so there's only one thing left to do..."

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Scene 3 - The Toast

Randy reaches off camera and returns with two shot glasses full of Jack Daniels. He hands one to Danny "Chris" Feltersnatch and keeps one for himself.

Randy: "I propose a toast... to kicking bitches asses..."

Danny: "To getting in the 'win' column..."

Randy: "To sticking up for little kids across the country who are scared of clowns..."

Danny: "To the Rockstar!!!!"

They clink their glasses and simultaneously throw the shots down. Randy hands his glass to Danny, cracks his neck, puts the sunglasses back on his face and heads off in the direction of the ring. Insanity should prove to be just that... insane!

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