Quiet homes, made dark by the neverending rain in South Carolina, rush past as Ichabod sails the gray pavement in his Monster truck. He makes a right onto Blackstock road and guns it down the suburban road. When he gets to Reidville Road, he turns left and heads toward uptown Spartanburg. The Revelation bar called to him as the sky began to get darker and darker, and there was a bottle of MD with his name on it.
As the heavy traffic looms ahead on the highway, Ichabod fights the urge to just roll over them all, crushing them like he crushed the Elite and the ORS. One quick simple step. Instead, he sits at a red light near Highway 295, and reaches down to turn up the radio. The very promo he was hoping to hear begins to play.
It isn't long before Cheapshots begins spouting his head splitting jabber from the speakers, and Ichabod nearly cuts the radio when...
Cheapshots Now a very select few of you will probably say Ichy won fair and square but the fact is that he climbed a ladder to get that belt. A ladder! You call that undisputed? Last time I checked true championship matches were decide by pinfall or submission, not climbing your happy ass up a ladder! It is gonna be a whole different story when it comes down to Ichy having to pin someone or make them submit! Maybe if this was a a monster truck rally he would stand a chance but the flatline of the situation is that Ichy has more to prove than anyone else in the ring at Malice. He has more to prove than Dick even!
What's wrong, Cheapy? A little put out that I beat you so easily? It was a ladder match, and if you had been the one to climb the ladder, you'd have no problem calling that undisputed. No, what you are doing now is blaming the match instead of yourself for not winning the Undisputed Title. Yesterday you said that the Revelation screwed you, but now I'm guessing the ladder that broke under you screwed you. Tomorrow you will say Wafer tripped you up during round one and you twisted your ankle so he screwed you.
Its time to start taking responsibility for your faults and failures, Cheap. Monday we have a real match, a pinfall or submission will defend this title for me. You can't blame anyone for that... no wait, there will always be Triple X and Dick to blame.
And seriously, I've proven all I wanted to prove to you and everyone else. I'm the Un-fucking-disputed Champion. I won it by any means necessary, and just because you can't accept that, well that don't mean jack to me. The fact of the matter is the belt is sitting here on the seat between me and the Brutality Title, and its no where close to you. It never will be. You're the one with something to prove. You've got to prove you, above Triple X and Dick, can take this off my hands. I've already proven I can beat the best for it... and I'll admit it, you're one of the best. Whats left for me to prove? That I can keep it? No problem, chico. Just give me five days and right there proving it to you. I'll be proving it all over your ass, all over the ring, and all over the three of you. Oops, I said all over your ass. Guess that means I've got a gay comment coming huh? Go ahead. Wait, I got a better idea, why don't you get X and Dick together and the three of you can brainstorm new ways to say my name! God knows I haven't heard enough of that!
Ichabod continues to listen as some guy named Christian Wright speaks, and then Adam Lax. The traffic finally begins to move, and Ichabod lets off the brake. The truck pushes foward as Ichabod shifts gears. Soon enough, Dick pops up and speaks his three cents worth of a promo. Ichabod listens carefully, praying for something intelligible to respond to.
Dick You claim that I lost the WoW title to X with him not even barely breaking a sweat! Now, your out of your mind. You'd think with all that video equiptment and the complete WoW archives that you would have your facts a bit more straight! If you didn't remember go back and watch the match between me and X again. It was a thirty minute Ironman match! We went into overtime! Barely breaking a sweat?
You make me sick yet you claim I'm the one not worth mentioning. Then it's...oh you beat Justin Payne to get this shot...man fuck you!
Yes, I'm out of my mind, we established that months ago. I know it was a thirty minute Ironman match, and yes I slept through it. But, you are also right that I have the footage. Basics are basics and facts are facts, Dick. Triple X had to fill that time out somehow, so why not wrestle? Hell, I could wrestle you for thirty minutes and not break a sweat, much less my own boredom.
What else can I say? Maybe I'll comment more on you when you've got more important things to say. In the meantime, why not slack off on the promos and save WOW some valuable air time? Shit.
Ichabod turns onto Highway 29 just as he gets to town. Revelation Bar is only a few blocks away now, and that bottle is as good as cracked.
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