Dreary - Kenny

[Cid Black]

Dreary Against Kenny

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You are Better then Me Match for the rights to rename the Gambler Championship!
3 Rps Each[/center]

[jonathindreary]

The scene opened up with a camera man walking by. He seemed to be in a hurry. And when he caught up to who he was after, he immediately wished he'd have gone slower, taking his time before having to stand in the same given area as the man who had the courage to stand up to the boss Cid Black.

Dreary didn't even turn around at first. He knew who it was, just by the unfilterable sounds entering his demented head. The heavy footsteps, the sounds of a camera crew's worth of people walking in his direction with a slight hum of a dysfunctional camera in their shaking hands. It was the interviewers. Damn.

State your purpose, mortals.

You...you see, I... I'm the interviewer, and I wanted to ask you...

Dreary walks
and Dreary listens.
If you don't split it out you will be...

Dreary turned and stuck his tongue out, slitting his throat with his thumb.

Black and Crimson.

You wish to ask me what would my thoughts be on the topic of my tag-partner stealing my title one week and now facing the facts that he has to defend it soon after? Well my thoughts are...quite mad, to be honest.

I've decided that I want Kenny alive. I will not take his soul as of yet. He is the string that keeps the hay all tied together. Each strand of hay is another of my ingenius and demented plans for ScW. And when I become the two-time gambler champion, it will be renamed, the Black Spade championship belt. Black as my heart, and yet able to carry my delicious ambitions. There's nothing better that I would prefer to have in life than that.

It seems that no one understands my superiority over my opposition as of late. My tag-team partner being the first on the list of people who've tasted defeat to me in order from greatest to weakest. But though he is greatest on that list, he still has fallen to the likes of me.

When Kenny Kasual caught that terrific boot the other week, there was no accident to be had. I fully intended on Eric and Kydd to play into my hands and give me the opportunity to defeat both of them. In the end, I downed all three other men in the ring. No one could amount to what I had that day, and this week's results... today's results will be no different.

Kenny Kasual, we are 1-1 in our matches, and have never had an average bout. Debut, to Money In The Bank, and now for the Gambler's championship. But you see, when I win the championship, it will retain it's beautiful destructive aura, and will still be retained 24/7 by its owner. You will lose to me, Kasual One. And when you have lost, there will be no one to blame for the loss of your so preciously coveted belt and soul but yourself.

As for Kombat...

I've decided that your challenge's answer is yes... and no. I'm Mr. MITB, and as such, anything determining my future belt is for me and only myself to decide. You will face me, but you will lose your belt when it happens. I have no intention of taking your belt this week with my gold-level briefcase. I only wish to show you the error of your ways by challenging me. And remember. You match tonight in the main event... that's for the gold as well. Until then... so long.

Dreary started to turn, but then whirled right back around, grabbing the interviewer by the throat.

Cid Black... Tell him... It's over. He will...
REST...
IN...
PIECE...

[mizmasta3000]

*Kenny Kasual comes out of the curtain to loud boos. He stops with the championship over his shoulder. Kenny closes his eyes and takes a deep breath and lets out a big grin. He then slowly walks down the ramp to his new theme song. The crowds boos more as Kenny slides into the ring. He grabs a mic as the music fades.*

You know. Each an every week, I come out here and remind you all why I am the hottest thing in Sin City Wrestling right now. I tell you this not because of my health. Not because I'm cocky. But because, I fear that you all in the arena and you all in the back don't recognize this. You don't quite see my greatness so each and every week, I will prove my greatness to all of you ever week until I can't anymore. It's a crime to underestimate me...I sound like a broken record. EVERY week I say the same thing but you still don't get that I am better than everyone here. So I will continue to kick ass and rise fast. Now Cid Black made me happy this week. Hence the smile on my face. This is going to be a joyous Sin on Sunday for Kenny for one reason and one reason only, my opponent. I get to finally shut up tha big, freakish, loud mouth of Jonathin Dreary. Looks like my tag team partner needs some tough love. He walks around here fooling everyone including himself that he carries this team. He never hesitates to say that he is better than me when nothing can be furthest from the truth. In case you forgot Dreary I defeated you one on one in my first SCW match. Just because you won the Money in the Bank match doesn't give you a credible win over me. You never pinned me or made me tap out. In fact, this title is around my waist because, I pinned you at Blackjack.

Funny how this shit works. You turn on me last week but it did nothing but foreshadow your demise in SCW. Because befire we aligned, you were nothing but the guy that lost his first match to the future prodigy of Sin City Wrestling. You started racking up a few wins when you decided it was detrimental to your career and I said "Hey, I couldn't hurt." But now it's over. Now you showed me that there is no reason to trust you. But I will learn to forgive son. You are the equivalent of a child. You are making a grade A mistake by stepping into the ring with me. Not only will I show you who the real main memeber of this alliance is, but I will embarass you twice by pinning you in the middle of the ring once again. And being the nice guy that I am, I will still put up with your useless ass in this tag team thing. Don't get your hopes up guys in the back, I will still carry Naturally Dreary to tag team gold. This will be a reality check for you Dreary to shut your fucking mouth. And not only that, it is a reality check to everyone else to show you all that I am a problem. When I become the first ever official "Natural" Champion, you will all bow down to my greatness. You will all praise these grounds that I walk on. Dreary is the cockroach in my career that I will finally exterminate.

*Kenny leaves the ring.*

[jonathindreary]

Dreary walks out as Kenny leaves the ring but not the arena, now looking his opposition for the week and partner for an indefinate amount of time
eye.
to.
eye.

Jon drew the microphone close to his lips and gave an angry glare. It melted into a smile from ear to ear. That soon turned into a wide-eyed but still very blank emotion. Honestly, he had so much to say, and so many emotional voices in his head, that he was unsure what to say fist. Which ones would he tune out? Which were worth listening to?

Finally, he spoke.

Anger that you would be such a hypocrite as to demean my victories over you. Happiness that I may shut your mouth. But nothing will be felt or said when I take that gold and keep it for myself.

You seem to have forgotten again that you're in my yard. You may have won our first match, but I remember you scampering away when I was prepared to strike you down.

You can calmly state that your victory over me was grand at blackjack. No, not calmly. cockily state it. Even when I defeated you and five other enemies for the gold. Not one...two...three.

Climb...
KO...
Claim.

Then you cheated me from my title. You may have pinned me twice over me pinning you never, but I do recall knocking you to the outside for it last week. I recall claimning our victory while you were proving useless. And my voices are predicting that it will all happen once more.

Well then, there's no hope for you. I have the ability to beat you. The drive to beat you. But let's face it. You're claim I'm a stepping stone, but you've nowhere to go after you've beaten me. Win or lose, I'll still have my MoneyBank plans. My ppv match in my yard. My graveyard with Cid Black. And I will become a bigger champion than anything you'll have ever proved yourself to pretend you are.



Then there's still Jason Kombat. Well Jason. I've got my own plans with you, but to remind you that while I hold my breifcase, I call my own shots, here's what I'm going to do.

Accept your challenge. There's no true reason why I would be incapable of defeating you tonight. Think on it. There are many reasons I may win. Even if you were to beat me, who's to say I wouldn't get back up and cash in my MITB shot when you turn your back?

But I won't. I will beat you on my terms. Tonight it'll be me and your bones. Rebroken. And if I feel it necessary, I will claim your soul.

Jonathin Dreary turned from the cameras and the audience and even his opponent later that night who also would serve as a man who would play a minor role in allowing him to win his tag-team-gold.

Dreary turned from all these people, walked off, and did not come back until it was time for his match.

[mizmasta3000]

*Kenny gets the mic*

Wait up. Where are you going so soon Dreary? You don't want to stay and listen to what I have to say? You feel that I am below you? Well that's not very nice man. I'm very excited for our match this week. You see it's what I have been longing for this match for son long. I have been anxiously awaiting getting into the ring with you once again to show Cid Black. To show Jacob Miles. To show Nathan Cole. To show the beer swelling basement dwelling illiterate fans. To show all the assholes in the back that underestimate me. To show your useless, hopeless, pathetic and mediocre excuse for a human being ass that you cannot defeat me. To show everyone that I am the hottest thing smoking in ScW. It is my destiny and there is nothing you can do about that.

Needless to say, I have a few wins under my belt but what have you really done. You had your fluke Money in the Bank match that you DIDN'T pin me or submit me to win. Yo claim you defeated Boxer and Alex Scott but they had no intentions of winning for they were taking some time off. You lost to The Rock. I mean who the fuck do you think you are? The only time you TRUELY won was last week, when I carried that tag team match against Kydd and Wright. You suck Dreary and you can hide behind the fact that you won that breifcase. You can hide behind the lack luster wins you "racked up". You can hide behind the fact that you were important enough to get a match with Cid Black all you want. The fact of the matter is that any and everything you can do, I can do ten fold. I'm the prodigy. I'm a one man dynasty. I AM SIN CITY WRESTLING.

*Crowd boos. Kenny turns to the audience*

You all can keep booing me. You all can do whatever you want. You don't have to like me but all of you bastards will respect me. You will have no choice. Because I finish this loser. Once I make him a believer in the Age of the Natural Era. Once I convince him that he's no more important than the grimey streets outside this arena that I spit on everyday. No more important than the gum I picked off of my 300 dollar deluxe True Religion sneakers. Come Sin on Sunday you will be taken down to earth where you will realize that you aren't as good as you say are. You will find that I run shit around here and that no one not even you will jeopardize my greatness in ScW. And the first milestone I must step over is defeating you once again in that very ring. It was bound to happen and it WILL happen. No if you excuse I have to get ready.

*The crowd boos as Kenny walks closer to Dreary.*

Oh and one more thing...

*Kenny decks Dreary in the head the mic. Dreary drops to the ground as Kenny stomps at him and then spits his gum at him.*

Deja Vu isn't it Dreary?

*The crowd boos heavily as Kenny's awesome theme hits the PA system. Kenny leaves the stage.*