Match thread: CK Wylde vs Main Man

[Cody Longpre]

"Bulls On Parade" by Rage Against The Machine hits and the crowd starts to get rowdy. They all seem pissed after what transpired at Revolution. but Wylde is nowhere to be seen. The music continues to play but still no CK Wylde. Finally an image begins to appear on the titan tron.

Wylde laughs.

Wylde: Knock knock, the innovator is here! I'm sure you all have notived the smile on my face. Don't think for one second that i am still not a bitter man, I will be bitter until I get my X Title back. But I do have a few reasons to crack a smile. Why you ask? Well its simple, but since all of you are ****ed in the head I will explain it slowly. You see, I am having a little feud with The Main Man. It all started when he cost me my coveted X Title, a few weeks back on Revolution. He cracked me in the back with a chair and sent me sailing 10 feet to the floor. I have no problem with the fall. I just have a problem with the fact that Main man made me fall, and it cost me the damn match! He felt iy necessary to stick his nose where it didn't belong! I don't care if Francis saved you from the beating that myself and the rest of the True Kings were giving you. Thats his problem. he had no business there either, your team left you! Why? Cause your an *******! You think that you are the center of uCw, and the ****ing universe! REALITY CHECK! You are certainly not the center of anything, with the exception of a homoerotic affair!

Crowd boos Wylde anc chants for Main Man.

Wylde: But now to my smile, ahh yes! I am a happy guy today. Incase no one saw, in the Battle Royal I was the man that eliminated The Main Man. I picked your ugly ass up off the mat, flipped you the bird, and then sent you sailing over the top rope to the floor! I am the very reason why you will never be the uCw World Champion again! After WrestleFest, I will do that for a secnd time when I pin you to the mat, 1...2...3.

Wylde is still getting major heat from the crowd.

Wylde: Now, i know after you see this you'll do the same old thing. You'll grab a mic, make a gay joke that isn't funny, then call me a Nancy Boy. How do i know this? Cause you are predictable. You always repeat yourself. With you its always the same thing over and over. I never make that mistake. I am the Innovator Of Offense! I do the same major moves more than once, but I have so many bags of tricks at my sleeve so you'll never know what hit ya!

The crowd is chanting Nancy Boy at Wylde.

Wylde: Oh please! Youa re almost as bad as most of the stars here! You boo every time I make an intelligent or correct statement! When any of you have an IQ over 5, then you can boo me. Until then, shut the hell up!

The crowd is pissed off after that comment.

Wylde: Now to get my point across. Main Man, I hate you. I hate your guts, I can't stand you. And much like the 6 man we had, I will dominate you at WrestleFest. I will own you. Realistically, I won't kill you. I won't say it cause I am not going to. But I'll tell you what I will do. I will finish what I started a while back, and that is break your neck! Whether it be with the Emerald Fusion, The Psycho Driver, the Devils Lock DDT, or the Canadian Neck Tie, I will break your neck. Then you will lose something. Your chance to be champ again, and your wrestling career!

Wylde begins to laugh again as his musicc hits and the image fades to the True Kings emblem.

[TheMainMan25]

The Main Man shifts his weight uncomfortably and his private jet sets down at Dublin Airport. He thinks that he needs to fire his pilot-that was the roughest landing yet, and the Main Man thought that he smelled booze on the pilot’s breath earlier. He thinks that he should’ve the plane himself, except that the Main Man has never flown a plane in his life. “But so what,” the Main Man thinks to himself, “If anyone can do the impossible, it’s the Main Man”. It’s a few days before Wrestlefest, the biggest event of the year in the world of Professional Wrestling. Should even eclipse Wrestlemania, which is saying something. 60-70,000 people screaming, cheering, booing-the mere thought of it gives the Main Man goose-bumps. He can’t wait, and more than that, he’s ready. Mentally, physically, and emotionally, he hasn’t felt this invincible since he won the uCw World Championship.

The Main Man looks out of the window, the sun’s shining and Ireland looks beautiful-except for the crowd of reporters gathering by the jets designated parking spot. The Main Man really doesn’t want to be bothered, especially after such a terrifying flight, but this is Wrestlefest and he hasn’t really said much lately. So he’ll give them a show. He’ll show Dublin a side of the Main Man that hasn’t been seen in a few months.

The plane settles into its parking slot. The Main Man gets up and grabs his black suit jacket. He puts it on, straightens the collar of his white shirt that’s unbuttoned almost to his navel and straightens out the necklace underneath. He puts his sunglasses on and his flight attendant opens the door for him. The reporters upon seeing the Main Man, rush towards the steps of his plane-all of them shouting questions at once.

The Main Man walks down the steps, through the crowd and towards his limo.

TMM:
The Main Man will answer your questions, just one at a damn time! We’ll start with you (pointing to a older balding gentlemen), the guy standing there with his mouth open like he’s missing a chromosome.

Reporter1:
Main Man, do you have anything to say to your fans here in Ireland, seeing as this is your first time visiting our country?

TMM:
Yes. The Main Man would like to say that he’s happy to be here in Ireland because everyone in the world should have the opportunity to see on of the biggest stars on the planet, bar none!

Reporter 1:
What about t-

TMM:
Hey! You already asked your question! You’re next (points to a blonde young woman).

Reporter 2:
What do you think that the reaction of the Irish fans will be to you at Wrestlefest?

TMM:
The Main Man really doesn’t know. And to tell you the truth, he really doesn’t care. The Main Man never asked for anyone to cheer for him. But honestly, this is Dust’s home town and he’s bound to have a few fans here. So for those who love the Main Man-good for you; those that hate the Main Man can look him up on www.kissthemainmansass dot com. You’re next (points to a young man with a nice jacket on).

Reporter 3:
Uh….I….Uh…..

TMM:
Uh…you took too long! Next! (Points to an older woman)

Reporter 4:
Angela McNe-

TMM:
The Main Man doesn’t care who you are! Ask your question!

Reporter 4:
How can you consider yourself one of the biggest stars in the uCw, when you’re not even Main Eventing WrestleFest?

TMM:
Normally, the Main Man would slap the yellow off of someone’s teeth for asking that question. But since he respects the elderly and decrepited, he’ll let you get away with it.
The fact that the Main Man is not Main-Eventing WrestleFest has nothing to do with him being the biggest star in wrestling. Not even the Main Man can fight for the title every time, there are other guys in uCw-as much as the Main Man is loathe to admit it. Last question (points to a middle-aged man in a bad sport’s coat).

Reporter 5:
Do you have any plans for yourself here in Ireland?

TMM:
First, the Main Man is going to hunt down whoever sold you that jacket and slap him. Second, the Main Man is going to check into his hotel and find some company. Third, at Wrestlefest the Main Man is going to embarrass C.K. Wylde so bad that whenever he watches the tape from WrestleFest, he’ll want to go pile-drive himself.

The Main Man gets in his limo and his driver closes the door. He drives to the Merrion hotel and checks in. The girl working the front desk recognizes him and asks for an autograph. The Main Man signs his autograph on one of the room-key holders-not incidentally it’s the room key holder with his room number on it. The girl looks at it and smiles. The Main Man gives her a tip and walks to the elevator.

Scene ends...to be continued.