Post by Justin King on Oct 25, 2011 16:05:31 GMT -5
The crowd was on there feet in the Hammerstein Ballroom in New York as they enjoyed the action brought to them by a small company known as Next Generation Wrestling. Up and down the busy streets, you see posters promoting the event. John Harris made his way to the ring with his music echoing throughout the building. As he slid into the ring, he taunted the crowd and approached the ropes, grabbing a microphone from ringside, before lifting it to speak.
“You know, I’ve been with this company since day one, and I’ve seen a lot of people come and a lot of people go. But I’ve faced just about every person in the back and not one of them has given me a challenge, and if I don’t start getting a challenge I’m…”
Suddenly, John was cut off by the sounds of “Perfect Insanity” by Disturbed echoing through the speakers as Justin King appeared on the stage in his black wrestling pants, boots, and a shirt. Justin wanders down the ramp and climbs the ring steps and into the ring, pulling a microphone out of his back pocket, lifting his sunglasses up on top of his head, smirking.
“You know, I was in the neighborhood, talked to management, they booked me in a match tonight, but they didn’t tell me who my opponent was. So, I looked at the card, saw you weren’t scheduled to compete, and figured I’d whoop your ass before I disappear for good.”
John looked at Justin with an arched eyebrow, confused, before raising his own microphone. “What the hell do you mean, ‘disappear for good’?” John turned and looked to the crowd, who began chanting for Justin, when he turned around once more. “Shut the hell up! He doesn’t care about you guys! If he did, he wouldn’t be ‘disappearing for good’.”
“On the contrary, ya punk bitch. I do care about my fans. That’s why, after today, I will effectively be released from all independent bookings and competing only for EUW!” The crowd erupted in cheers at the mention of EUW as they began chanting for superstars like Oblivion, Natalie Burrows, and Danny Tenfold and booing for the hated superstars like TITAN and Roy Viper, among others. “That’s right, guys, after I whoop his ass, I’ll be competing against some of the best in the business!”
“There is no way in hell that EUW would take a chump like you!” John said with a smirk, looking to the crowd laughing as they booed him. “SHUT UP!”
“Actually, yeah they will. Especially after…” Justin turned and looked away before smashing John in the forehead with the microphone and continuing a vicious beatdown until security came down to break them up. As security kept them apart, the owner of NGW made his presence known.
“Justin, what the hell do you think you’re doing? You think that just because you’re leaving for EUW, you can just assault some of my top superstars? I know you accepted John’s open challenge, but consider yourself terminated from your contract as of now!”
Justin looked at him and smirked before leveling him with the Crucible and kipping up to a vertical base and laughing. “You think that bothers me? Gives me more time to get ready for my EUW debut.” Justin twisted John’s arm around and lifted him with the Drop Dead, planting him flat on his skull before climbing out of the ring, heading to the back as “Perfect Insanity” started playing once more, as he backed up the ramp, smiling to the crowd. As he headed to the back, he pulled off the NGW shirt that had been given to him upon his arrival to the arena and revealed the EUW shirt, walking through the curtain and heading out of the arena. Upon his arrival, hours later, to an EUW house show not to far from there, he ran into Mark Rivera dealing with some things backstage, who spotted Justin.
“Who the hell are you and how did you get back here? Somebody get security and get this fan out of here!”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Rivera. You obviously don’t recognize me. I’m Justin King, one of the new superstars you signed not to long ago.” Justin said as he extended his tattooed hand to Rivera, who was hesitant about shaking it.
“That’s right. I remember now. What do you want?”
“I was just wondering if there was an opening during the show for me to demonstrate what I’m bringing to EUW, if you don’t have a problem with it that is.”
“As a matter of fact, there’s not a spot open. But if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got more important things to take care of. Now get out of my sight.”
Rivera walked off, leaving Justin all by himself in the hallway, confused, as other superstars wandered by, not even acknowledging him.
“You know, I’ve been with this company since day one, and I’ve seen a lot of people come and a lot of people go. But I’ve faced just about every person in the back and not one of them has given me a challenge, and if I don’t start getting a challenge I’m…”
Suddenly, John was cut off by the sounds of “Perfect Insanity” by Disturbed echoing through the speakers as Justin King appeared on the stage in his black wrestling pants, boots, and a shirt. Justin wanders down the ramp and climbs the ring steps and into the ring, pulling a microphone out of his back pocket, lifting his sunglasses up on top of his head, smirking.
“You know, I was in the neighborhood, talked to management, they booked me in a match tonight, but they didn’t tell me who my opponent was. So, I looked at the card, saw you weren’t scheduled to compete, and figured I’d whoop your ass before I disappear for good.”
John looked at Justin with an arched eyebrow, confused, before raising his own microphone. “What the hell do you mean, ‘disappear for good’?” John turned and looked to the crowd, who began chanting for Justin, when he turned around once more. “Shut the hell up! He doesn’t care about you guys! If he did, he wouldn’t be ‘disappearing for good’.”
“On the contrary, ya punk bitch. I do care about my fans. That’s why, after today, I will effectively be released from all independent bookings and competing only for EUW!” The crowd erupted in cheers at the mention of EUW as they began chanting for superstars like Oblivion, Natalie Burrows, and Danny Tenfold and booing for the hated superstars like TITAN and Roy Viper, among others. “That’s right, guys, after I whoop his ass, I’ll be competing against some of the best in the business!”
“There is no way in hell that EUW would take a chump like you!” John said with a smirk, looking to the crowd laughing as they booed him. “SHUT UP!”
“Actually, yeah they will. Especially after…” Justin turned and looked away before smashing John in the forehead with the microphone and continuing a vicious beatdown until security came down to break them up. As security kept them apart, the owner of NGW made his presence known.
“Justin, what the hell do you think you’re doing? You think that just because you’re leaving for EUW, you can just assault some of my top superstars? I know you accepted John’s open challenge, but consider yourself terminated from your contract as of now!”
Justin looked at him and smirked before leveling him with the Crucible and kipping up to a vertical base and laughing. “You think that bothers me? Gives me more time to get ready for my EUW debut.” Justin twisted John’s arm around and lifted him with the Drop Dead, planting him flat on his skull before climbing out of the ring, heading to the back as “Perfect Insanity” started playing once more, as he backed up the ramp, smiling to the crowd. As he headed to the back, he pulled off the NGW shirt that had been given to him upon his arrival to the arena and revealed the EUW shirt, walking through the curtain and heading out of the arena. Upon his arrival, hours later, to an EUW house show not to far from there, he ran into Mark Rivera dealing with some things backstage, who spotted Justin.
“Who the hell are you and how did you get back here? Somebody get security and get this fan out of here!”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Rivera. You obviously don’t recognize me. I’m Justin King, one of the new superstars you signed not to long ago.” Justin said as he extended his tattooed hand to Rivera, who was hesitant about shaking it.
“That’s right. I remember now. What do you want?”
“I was just wondering if there was an opening during the show for me to demonstrate what I’m bringing to EUW, if you don’t have a problem with it that is.”
“As a matter of fact, there’s not a spot open. But if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got more important things to take care of. Now get out of my sight.”
Rivera walked off, leaving Justin all by himself in the hallway, confused, as other superstars wandered by, not even acknowledging him.
