A celebration!!! (Open to any potential Pheonix title contenders)

*The lights go dark. Purple smoke arises at the entry way and around the ring. Night Hawk enters with with his Walthers PPK spy pistol in hand, the Pheonix title belt around his waist and Mr Simon Kidd and Mr Simon Wint oneither side of him, both of whom are wearing party hats, throwing confetti and handing out goodie bags to the fans. He shoots his gun in the air and at the same moment, fireworks go off at the base of the titantron. Night Hawk does a front flip into the ring as his 2 body guards stand guard on the ground by the ring. The lights return to normal, the smoke disaperates and the music ceases to be. Night Hawk lifts his microphone to talk.*

Night Hawk: "Tonight is a wonderful night! Tonight is a night for celebration! Tonight, UNWA is Agent Night Hawk!!!"

*There is a mixed reaction from the crowd with a fair amount of cheers but mostly boos*

Night Hawk: "For those of you who don't already know why, let me explain. After The Line in the Sand, I became your new Pheonix Champion in a hardcore match! Now it's time to let you in on a little secret, I love special stipulation matches which is why I have an important anouncement to make. As long as I am Pheonix champion, my title will not be defended in a one fall match, a submission match or an ultimate submission match. Every title match I have will be a special stipulation match!!!"

*The crowd goes wild, clearly showing approval of this decision whether they like Night Hawk or not.*

Night Hawk: "And thats not all! It will be a specialty match of my opponent's choice!!! That being said, I would like to welcome out Mr Patrick Griffin of whom without him, none of this would be possible! Come help me celebrate not only my success but your required re-match!!! Oh, and one more thing. Anyone else who has their sights on my title is welcome too!"

(OOC: Bring it on, guys. I'm hoping to get as many people involved as possible.)

Jason Davis will walk out from the back, dressed in a business suit rather than his Devastator X persona. He has a microphone in his hand and a smirk on his face. He will address the Phoenix Title Champion.

"First, as the new GM of Sunday Night Sacrifice, let me congratulate you on your title victory at Line in the Sand. You won a hard fought match with one of the toughest shemales on the planet, Patricia Griffin."

Jason Davis will allow the crowd time to chant....

"PATRICIA! PATRICIA! PATRICIA!"

The GM of Sunday night UNWA will speak again.

"Now about this UNWA is Night Hawk stuff, no, it isn't. There is only one person who personifies all that is UNWA and that is me, Jason Davis, The Devastator X, The Sex Freak 2000 JD. I'll thank you to stop ripping me off again, get your own gimmick DAMMIT! About this whole re-match and specialty match clause stuff, everybody seems to have forgotten about a recent Phoenix Title Holder who was never given his re-match for the title. Bad Blood, a member of The Agenda, was screwed out of his rematch for that title. I could, with my authority just book you in a match tonight with Bad Blood tonight, but I don't want to offend the transgender crowd here in the UNWA. So Patricia can have her rematch with you, but the winner of this match tonight will face Bad Blood next week for his official re-match for his title."

Jason Davis will walk away into the back, leaving Night Hawk and who ever else to their arguing.

*Night Hawk watches the general manager as he exits then lifts up his microphone to speak.*

Night Hawk: "Fair enough, sir. I will gladly accept any challenge that comes my way but for now, you heard him, Mr Patricia. What kind of match will it be?!"

(OOC: Waiting for Patrcik Griffin but if anyone else so wishes, they may interject.)

Soothing tropical music sounds through the arena, as Gem Stone walks through the entrance way along with Professor Rubik, as usual it is Rubik who has the microphone as he awaits the music to fade away before addressing Nighthawk...
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Rubik: "Hee Haw!!! Another season of the good ol UNWA!! and I for one offer you my most enthusiastic congratulations Nighthawk! Hee Haw!! But Gem wants you to remember one thing....
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Gem Stone starts to walk down to the ring and enters facing opposite Nighthawk
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Rubik: "And that one thing goes for whoever seems to be making the decisions around here these days...."
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Gem is distracted by a goodie bag given to him by Kidd and Wint, he opens it to find a streamer and party hat
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Rubik: "You see Nighthawk, you do remember that pact we made? You do remember you have a deal to honour? GEM gets first dibs on that title....let us not forget it was Gem that beat Griffin 1...2...3 in the middle of the ring just one week before in a non title match.....Gem weakened him just like you wanted....now Gem show Nighthawk what you want!"
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In the ring somehow Gem has now got a party hat on and is fiddling with the streamer...he doesnt know what to make of it or what to do with it...he goes to put it to his lips and the fans applaud along as if he is getting closer to doing the right thing...unfortunately Gem misunderstands this and instead starts to chew on the streamer, before spitting it out in digust
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Rubik: "Awww Gawd!! GEMMM! As we discussed!! You know! Do your thing!! The Shiny thing!!"
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Gem looks confused for a moment, before reaching over to Nighthawks waist and pointing at the Phoenix belt before yelling......SHIIIIIIIIINYYYYYYYYYY!!!!"
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ooc pass to anyone

p.s I dont really mind about who gets the title shots just thought I would add something else to the mix!

*Night Hawk's great smile increases as his gaze shifts over to Proffesor Rubik and Gem stone.*

Night Hawk: "Don't worry. Of coarse you will get a title shot! I never break a deal. Especially not to two of my closest freinds in the UNWA! Just let me know what kind of match you so wish to have! Perhaps, you may even get your coveted shiny to go with your goody bag!"

Rubik calls Gem to come back to him and then smiles lifting the microphone to his mouth
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Rubik: "Well aren't you just a man of your word! I am sure Gem will appreciate that! Yeaa Haw!! We can discuss the match type after you beat Griffin tonight in his rematch....Good luck tonight Nighty...we will talk later!"
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Gem and Rubik leave backstage
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(ooc - maybe to patrick griffin?)
(ooc2 - white dashes added)

Seconds after the two men disappear from sight, the lights suddenly dim as green spotlights begin to dart around the arena and Patrick Griffin's music begins to thunder throughout the stadium. Griffin explodes out from the curtain, microphone in hand and an enraged glower upon his face. "The King" furiously walks down the ramp, making a bee-line for the new Phoenix Champion.

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Griffin: Cut the music!! I said cut the damn music!!

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Griffin continues to make his way towards the ring. He is clearly in one of the foulest moods he's been in since making his debut in the UNWA.

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Griffin: Man, who the hell do you think you are?!

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Griffin storms into the ring and without hesitating for a second, gets right up into Nighthawk's face. Literally inches away from the Phoenix Champ's face, Griffin furiously raises the microphone to his lips.

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Griffin: You got the balls to come out on MY show, into MY ring, with MY belt.. and have a god damn celebration party??...Chump, I ought to lay your punk ass out right here, right now..

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Before the situation gets ugly, Griffin notices the holstered gun in possession of Nighthawk. In a mixture of frustration and bewilderment, Griffin backs off slightly from the Phoenix Champ and runs his hand down his face before turning slightly to the crowd and continuing.

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Griffin: You gotta be kidding me...man, who was the genius who thought it was a good idea to give this nutcase a damn gun?

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Griffin looks disgustingly and contemptuously at Nighthawk.

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Griffin: See this freak, this disgrace to mankind, is exactly what's wrong with the UNWA. Look at him. He's a freak show. And yet the people running the show here let this guy walk around with a god damn gun! This freak belongs in a mental hospital, and yet he's free to walk around thousands of our fans each week with a loaded gun! Thousands of UNWA fans, who spend there hard-earned cash to see 'The Benchmark of Brilliance' Patrick Griffin do what he does best, and not some messed-up maniac who couldn't wrestle his retarded ass out of a damn paper bag! This guy is a danger to everyone around him, not to mention himself. He isn't fit to be walking the streets, let alone carry a damn gun.. but more importantly than that, this loser is definitely not fit to be carrying MY UNWA Phoenix Championship.

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Griffin stares viciously at Nighthawk before looking into the camera and continuing.

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Griffin: The UNWA needs a champion they can be proud of. The UNWA needs a new face for their franchise, the UNWA needs a new poster boy.. not some freak who'll probably end up a poster for America's Most Wanted. The UNWA needs a champion the people can look up to. The UNWA needs a champion to define an era. The UNWA needs "The King" Patrick Griffin!

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Griffin pauses for a moment, and takes a few steps towards the camera before continuing.

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Griffin: I'm telling you all right now, the day of the psychopaths and the delusional running the UNWA is coming to an end. See in every sport, once in a lifetime there's someone who comes along and redefines the sport, who changes the game as you know it forever. Someone who's pure brilliance breaks the mould and sets the new standard for excellence. Michael Jordan, Tiger Woods, Babe Ruth, Muhammad Ali, Roger Federer, Pele... and now ladies and gentleman I promise to you, before I'm done here in the UNWA "The King" Patrick Griffin will be on that list. "The Reign of the King" is about to begin!

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Griffin raises his arms triumphantly before he makes eye contact with Nighthawk once more. The menacing look returns to his face as he takes a few steps closer to Nighthawk and looks him straight in the eyes.

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Griffin: And you..you got the nerve to come out here in front of my people, with my belt, wearing damn party hats and handing out title matches? Man let me tell you this right now, you do not have the right to start giving out title shots, okay? That is MY belt you're wearing, and I don't give a damn whose name is engraved on it, the fact of the matter is that is MY belt and no one else’s. You come out here with freakin' party hats and streamers, well you know what chump? You enjoy this little piece of crap party you got going here, 'cause tonight I'm cashing in my rematch, and tonight I'm taking back what belongs to me. Tonight chump, in front of all these people, I am going to show you exactly why I am the most prodigious talent in the history of this business, and then once you see what a real champion is made of, I'm going to put you out of my misery, once and for all.

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Griffin stares down Nighthawk before slowly turning his back towards the Phoenix Champ and beginning to make his way out of the ring.

(OOC: Sorry I know that way too long, I just couldn't wrap it up. If I haven't made the RP too long, nighthawk you can either say something else here or take a cheap shot as I'm walking off)

*Night Hawk smiles calmly.*

Night Hawk: "Mr. Kidd, Mr. Wint, please escort my delusional adversary from the ring."

*Simon and Simon approach Patrick Griffin in a threatening manner.*

(OOC: Nice RP everyone. That was an awsome speech right there from Patrick and Gem Stone did peticularly well too.)

Lethal Lonnie's entrance music hits and the UNWA newcomer hauls ass out from the back, and charges towards the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and comes to stand right beside of 'The King' Patrick Griffin. He simply just nods to the MMA original, and motions for the two body guards to come get some. -

"Gaijins, one more step and we will rip your legs and arms off and feed them to you." -

It is short, sweet, violent, and appears to be the forthcoming future for the body gaurds if thay make another step towards either himself or The King Patrick Griffin.

(OOC: The RP is getting a little long. Could you mabey edit it to where you guys exit and we end rp mabey?)

OOC: Well I'm not sure why we should vacate the ring, perhaps this would be a good time to cut away from the action. I don't think myself or The King are going to be ushered away by NPC body guards.

*The two teams of Simon & Simon and Patrick and & Lonnie stare eachother down with great intensity, neither team looking as if they wish to back down.*

(End RP; OOC that any good?)