"...Gotta keep 'em seperated!"
The Offspring's
Come Out And Play hits the speakers as Raven comes out of the entryway, wearing the MWA Television title around his waist. He has a microphone in his hand as he does the Crucifix pose and walks down the ramp and rolls into the ring. He looks around at the crowd as the music fades out.
"You know, I've been fighting with Cureman for a few weeks now. And last week on Afterburn...he drew blood. Now under normal circumstances, I'd just Evenflow his ass into the concrete floor tonight. But he has a match, and far be it of me to interrupt that for another worker."
He turns to the rampway. "So now I'm issuing an open challenge to anybody back there with the guts to step out into this ring tonight and challenge me for my championship. I don't give a damn if you're Jimmy King or Vertigo or Ted Tsavales. I'm gonna kick your ass tonight. And so it has been written, and so it shall come to--"
"ARE YOU READY?!"
The lights fade out in mid-sentence as Run DMC's DX theme blasts over the speakers. The green siren lights hit as John Curry, the LIFTOR, hits the ramp, mic in hand, bottle of water in the other. He pours it onto his head as a pale green light bathes the arena, and then takes a drink and spits it into the air as he walks down the ramp.
He hops onto the apron, and climbs up Rock-style onto one turnbuckle as he takes another drink and spits it into the air, and then tosses the bottle into the crowd. He steps down onto the apron and does the right arm clutch taunt before stepping into the ring as the house lights fade back in and the music fades out.
"Well well well. Somebody has decided to take the challenge. Let's give a big hand, everybody, for the...what's that? 'Former' NMHC Heavyweight Champion, John Curry!"
Raven sarcastically claps as the crowd boos him. He smirks and then turns his attention to Curry.
"So it looks like you want to get it on right here tonight, huh?"
LIFTOR stands there for a moment as he looks at Raven, and then brings up the mic.
"So it looks like you're up to your tired old tricks, Raven. Calling random people out and giving them a beating? Extensive feuding with somebody that nobody cares about? I mean, hell, you made Tommy Dreamer--why not make The Cureman? The difference is, you got your ass kicked this time, and that's eating you up inside--so you need to do something to offset that. Well too bad, Raven--I'm not going to let you do that tonight!"
"You think you're bad, Curry?! You think you're f***in' bad?! Come over here and say that shit to me!"
And with that, Curry lets out a chuckle. "Oh, what you gonna do, Raven, cuss at me? Wow, that makes me real scared--I'm quakin' in my Adidases!"
The crowd cheers, and they know what's coming...A match.
"Fine, Curry. You wanna take me out for this belt? You wanna take me out for this goddamn belt?!"
"No, I wanna take your girlfriend out for dinner and a movie!"
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
Raven tears off the belt and charges Curry, but the blind rage confuses him and allows Curry to dodge him and then bash him in the back of the head with an elbow. He follows up with a high left kick to the shoulder, which puts Raven down for a moment. Curry then grabs his legs and puts him in an Indian Deathlock position and slams his body down, causing Raven to writhe in pain on the mat. LIFTOR releases the hold and then exits the ring as his theme begins to play again.
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