Promo: almost there...hardly.

[Guest redbaron51]

Erek peeved that Xero is still willing to put up a fight. Erek tastes that the title is close in hands, and he just needs to wear down Xero a bit more. Xero grabs the bottom rope with his left hand, as Erek reaches over picking up Xero by his head. Erek walks over towards the turnbuckles with Xero. Holding on to the top rope, Erek smashes Xero on the top turnbuckle. Mr. Taylor starts a frenzy throwing left and right hand hook punches right into the abdomen of Xero. Mr. Taylor lifts up Xero, and places him on to the top turnbuckle. Erek starts to climb up the turnbuckles, but Xero kicks Erek in the chest sending him back to the canvas. Mr. Taylor walks back towards the turnbuckles, Xero reaches over and locks in a front face lock. Xero pushes off the ropes, and spins on Erek's shoulder. Xero connects with the Tornado DDT.

 

"Xero Gravity!" Axis marks out.

 

"But Xero is not making any attempt to make the cover," King points out.

 

"Xero nails the Xero Gravity, but he can not seem to get enough strength to make any attempt for a cover. Desperation at its best," Edwin says.

 

Xero lying about a few feet away from Erek Taylor who is lying on his back. Xero slowly crawls on his hands and knees attempting to get near Erek Taylor. Xero is close enough to Mr. Taylor, as he extends his arm over Erek's chest. Referee Matthew Kivell goes for the pin count again.

 

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Three-NO!!! Erek raises his arm at the last second possible.

 

"I just can not believe it!" Edwin says, "This match will never end."

 

Xero slowly gets up to his feet, grabbing a hold of Erek's head. Xero throws Erek into the ropes, but Mr. Taylor countered the whip by throwing his own. Xero goes into the ropes and recoils off of them, getting more speed. As Xero is coming back towards Erek Taylor, Mr. Taylor extends his arm for a clothesline. Xero dodges the clothesline, as he stops, and waits for Mr. Taylor to turn around. The dazed Erek turns around facing Xero. Xero springs onto Erek's shoulders and wraps his legs around the neck of Erek, bringing him down with the Hurricanrana. Xero grabs a hold of Erek's legs and raises them up in the air, sitting on his chest, making the pin. Mr. Kivell goes down for the three count.

 

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Three...

 

*DING DING DING* Referee Matthew Kivell signals for the bell. The crowd is in shock, as Mr. Taylor just lost to Xero.

 

"I don't believe it," Axis says in shocked, "Erek Taylor lost to Xero, and it was clean too,"

 

Neither Edwin or King could say a word, just in awe that Xero won the match. Erek slowly gets up to his feet, and seeing that Xero is being handed the world title belt to him. "Zero" by the Smashing Pumpkins is being played in the Gund Arena as the crowd is dead silent for the new champ.

 

"Your winner, and new Smarks Junior League World Champion....XERO!!!" Funyon announces the new champion.

 

Xero grabs the world title that he had been searching for nearly two years. The words he heard for the first time ever, as he slowly climbs up the turnbuckles, and slowly raises the World Title Belt in one hand in the air. Tears flow from Xero's eyes, as he is all excited.

 

"Well, congratulations Xero, you deserved it," King comments.

 

Xero jumps down off the turnbuckles, as Erek Taylor stands in the middle of the ring looking at Xero. Both men stare into each other's eyes with more intensity that before. Erek sticks out his hand, as Xero shakes his hand.

 

"Erek is one of the true athlete in the SJL, congratulating on Xero defeating him," Edwin says.

 

Mr. Taylor walks out of the ring while still looking at Xero with an anger look.

 

"You know Erek will not forget this night, look how serious he is to win that belt back in his hands," Axis says. "I just can't wait for Crimson, for Edwin and King, see ya around," Axis concludes.

 

Erek walks back on the run way while, Mike Van Slicen, Insane Luchador, Flexxx, Renegade come out and rush towards Xero in the ring. All of those wrestlers lift Xero up on to their shoulders, as Xero has the World Title carrying on his left shoulder, while shaking his right hand high up in the air. The credits show up, and the show is now done.

 

Unfortunently, this did not happen. I woke up lying on the couch at the local Days Inn. Damnit, I almost won. I'm still tired from last night after being so close on winning my first singles belt ever in the JL, more importantly, the world belt. But does it really matter anymore. I've had four shots and lost them all, and it seems like "Lets give Xero a shot since he's been here the longest," and what happens, i lose, and I am forgotten for a while. There was a knock on the door.

 

"Pizza for...uh...Mr. Simon?" the delivery boy says, having some trouble pronouncing my last name. Damn it its not hard to say my last name. Probably some fat illiterate Puerto Rican with zits all over his face. I walk over and open the door and what do I find. A fat dumb Puerto Rican with zits all over his face. Damn I'm tired being right all the time. I look at his name tag and it read Juan Pablo.

 

"That will be 9.99 for the pizza," He says. I grab the pizza and gave him a ten. I slam the door on his face, giving him a cent tip. Juan worked hard for that penny, and it'll probably support his alien family too. I open the pizza and what do I find. I find that there is cockroaches and millapeads on it. I walk over towards the window of my room, and i see the little fucker trying to escape. I throw the pizza on top of his car. Juan screemed like a sissy girl.

 

"Give me my change ya filthy Spaniard." I shouted. Juan booked it in his shitty chevette, as I drag my ass to the couch. I wonder whats on TV. I turned the TV on, and it was showing Erek Taylor defeated me. Fuck I didn't want to see it. I throw the damn remote at the TV, and shattering the screen. Hell I'm not paying for the damages, the JL is, and they couldn't even get me a nice room for a veteran like me. Damn cheap bastards. I start to fall asleep until the phone rings.

 

"The fuck!" I yelled, "Who the fuck is calling right now,"

 

I picked up the phone and to hear it was Edwin's voice on a recorder.

 

"Xero. You are fighting Danny Deathwish Williams and T-Bone," the recording told me. Fuck thats just great. Two fucking jobbers, after I busted my ass off trying to win the god damn title. No fucking respect for me. I get a title match for a long time, then they spit me back out to shape up some whippersnappers. Sheesh, no fucking respect, and I gotta wear a dress, destroy my credibility. They probably want me to job the match too. Hell they probably want me to job to Cutthroat too. I might as well not even try, hell I can never seem to win a fucking belt, so whats the point. All this bitching made me thirsty. I need a beer.

[Guest Insane Clown Dan]

You still rock Xero. Very nice promo.

 

Kick those guys' asses into the floor. Xero still beingz hardcore.

[Guest redbaron51]

1 reply.

 

*makes it 2*

[Guest Insane Clown Dan]

*adds a pity post*

 

J/K... well it wasn't comedic. Usually people only go apeshit over the funny or really deep ones. 'Tis a heartbreaker.

 

Or someone posts a highly flammable post and the whole thread turns into a potential powerkeg for a flame war

[Guest Renegade]

and the whole thread turns into a potential powerkeg for a flame war

 

*Drops a piano on Flexxx*  

 

Nice promo Xero

[Guest Longdogger_Pete]

One of these days, Xero will step up.  Mark my words.

 

Good stuff, Xero.

[Guest redbaron51]

Ah yes, first person promo, the best.