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Post by Allura Desmonds on Jan 10, 2019 8:37:31 GMT -5
Second Match Singles Match Johnny Reb vs Blaze Havoc
RP Limit: 2 Per Character Deadline: 01/21/19 at 11:59pm eastern time Grace Period: 01/23/19 at 11:59pm eastern time Good Luck
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thenewcsa
Champions
The New Face of Controversy
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Post by thenewcsa on Jan 21, 2019 20:45:32 GMT -5
"A true man of honor feels humbled himself when he cannot help humbling others." -Robert E. Lee-
*The camera falls on the interior of a NCW house show in Oakland, California and to the back where Chris Clinton stands by a standard NCW logo background. He stands with microphone in hand as the cameras start to roll for an NCW Internet exclusive promo!*
Chris: I'm standing by here live from Oakland Clifornia with an NCW Exclusive interview with a man that needs little introduction. One of the founding members of the NCW Alumni. Returning to the ring after a six year hiatus the one and only Johnny Reb. Johnny?
*The camera pans back revealing the Southern Controversy himself wearing Black Sunglasses and a trademark Cowboy Hat. He wears a shirt with the confederate flag on it that reads "American by Birth, Southern by the Grace of God" as he looks over at Chris and reaches over taking thew mic from Chris who stands dazed from the sudden grapsp. Johnny flings off his sunglasses and leans back raising the microphone to his lips before closing his eyes and breathing deep...*
Johnny Reb: Ladies and Gentlemen once again Johnny Reb has come marching back home to the N... C... Dubbya!
*The live crowd at the event is filled with a mixture of cheers and boos as he drops the mic down and puts on his shades againlooking over at Chris with a smile.*
Johnny Reb: And let me just say it is great to be back home. Feels like everything has gotten all shiny and new. Makes a country boy feel good. Do you know what I'masayin', Chris? By the way, buddy. Looking good today. Looking all spiffy and shit.
*An off screen hand hands another mic to Chris who just smiles bashfully and kind of smiles*
Chris: Ha, really Johnny?
*Johnny just smiles back and places a hand on Chris' shoulder before getting up close to him*
Johnny Reb: Naw. Naw not really.
*Chris stops smiling as Johnny leans in on the smaller man*
Johnny Reb: I can;t lie to you, man. You look like a stack of pig shit. But hey it made you feel good for a second right?
*Johnny just smiles proud as punch as Chris pointedly says*
Chris: A..a little. For a second...
Johnny Reb: Well that's all you need, son. As my pappy always said 'Better to smile for a second then to wear a frown for a lifetime'
Chris: Um yeah. Good advice. So Johnny you are coming back a few weeks before the big Genocide match which will be live January 27th on Pay Per View...
*Johnny nods and sighs admitting*
Johnny Reb: Yeah, yeah. Nice shameless plug there.
Chris: My question for you then is will you be participating in the Genocide match coming up?
Johnny Reb: Don't get me wrong there is nothin' ol' Johnny Reb loves more than a fight but I ain't here to be champion. Not yet. Give it a year or so and maybe you'll see me whip the whole rosters ass but it's a little soon right now. You understand.
Chris: I do. But having said that you will be in action come the 18th against Blaze Havoc. So the big question on everyone's mind now is how do you feel about your first match back?
*Johnny strokes his beard as if being thoughtful for a second.*
Johnny Reb: So, your question to me is... how does ol' Johnny Reb feel about his first match back? How do I feel?
*Johnny looks at Chris for a moment pausing in a dramatic fashion before gripping the mic tightly and stepping into Chris' personal space.*
Johnny Reb: HOW DO I FEEL? I FEEL LIKE KICKIN' ASS! THAT'S HOW OL' JOHNNY REB FEELS! What kind of stupid ass question is that?! How do I feel? I feel like grabbin' a beer poundin' it down and shoving my foot so far up that british bitches ass that he whimpers when I walk! That's how I feel. Six years I've been pent up just biding my time waitin' for a call. For the phone to ring. I got in bar fights. I got in football game fights. I got involved in protest fights. Hell I got into fights just for the sake of having a fight! you want to ask me how I feel, Chris? How do you think Ol' Johnny Reb feels?![
*Chris shrinks back putting the mic to his lips timidly*
Chris: You... uh... feel like fighting?
Johnny Reb: Hell yes Johnny Reb feels like fightin'. And I've been watching the product. I've heard about this Blaze Havoc and let me get right to it...
*He takes off his glasses gazing into the camera as if addressing Blaze Havoc directly.*
Johnny Reb: Now Blaze Havoc... ain't that the most generic fuckin' name I ever heard in my life. Why not just call yourself what you are Flame Chaos or Fire Island whatever the fuck you want to call yourself! Now Blaze Blue you and your whole discount Spectre society come out here and act like your some kind of Bad Man. Oh we're villains! Oh we're the bad guys! Well you're half right because you guys are pretty bad lord knows whenever I saw one of your matches I couldsn't get over how much y'all suck!
*He pauses as the crowd pops and a few laughs fill the arena*
Johnny Reb: Well y'all want to prove yourself there, Ol' Halloween Havoc, y'all done got your wish. Cause I'm gonna bring it. All that six years of bein' pent up. All six years of being put on the shelf. Waiting and watchin' and congratulations, partner y'all done won the grand prize. An exclusive ass whoopin' by the Official Outlaw of the N.. C... Dubbya! Now make no mistake it coulda been anybody! It coulda been Darkson! It coulda been Evan Storm! It coulda been Ol fangface himself I ain't afraid of no man! So you go ahead you gather your ol Every Villain Is Lemons Cover Band and bring 'em all ringside because I'll whip all there asses before I give y'all a taste of real Southern Hospitality! So bring your best, boy, cause I'm gonna bring mine. And as for the rest of y'all in the back. It don't matter who you are. It don't matter what you do. Johnny Reb is here and the South shall rise again! Oh and Blaze of Eventide or whatever the fuck your name is... Sorry 'bout your damn luck, son.
*he tosses down the mic as Chris just jumps from the impact before Johnny walks off and the camera cuts to black.*
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