[{{{'Rough & Ready' by Trace Adkins begins to blast over the speakers and the fans go crazy with cheers. The Rock Solid Redneck, Jeff X, makes his way onto the ramp wearing a black 'Chevy Racing' cap, a black #3 Dale Earnhardt T-Shirt, black elbow pads, blue Levi's, black wrestling boots, and tape around his wrists and hands. He is holding a silver can of Natural Light in his left hand as he makes his way down the ramp with a huge smile on his face, slapping a few fans hands along the way. He slides under the bottom rope and goes to each of the four corners and raises his arms to get even louder pops from the audience.

Steve: This obviously isn't the TV Title match!

Timothy: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome at this time, the Rock Solid Redneck, Jeff X!

Jeff X pulls a microphone out from his back pocket as he cracks the can open. He looks around at the audience and takes a big swig of his can.

Jeff X: How ya'll doin' tonight in Philadelphia?

The crowd pops at the mention of their home state.

Jeff X: Good, good. Now, how many of ya'll want to see Jeff X whip Rob Arson and Andrew Corven's ass later on tonight.

Most of them fans cheer, however, a small 'Arson' chant starts in the front row, but quickly dies down.

Jeff X: Well, that's all fine, 'cause I can guarantee that that is exactly what I am gonna do. But, hell, I didn't come out here to talk about that. I've talked all week about that. Ya'll are probably tired of hearin' me talk about that.

As the fans start a 'Redneck' chant, Jeff X looks around with a smile and chugs some more of his beer.

Jeff X: No, I'm not gonna talk about that. But, I am gonna talk about something. What I came out here to talk about was the...M � double Ya � F.

The audience begins to boo wildly at the mention of WEW's rival federation.

Jeff X: Now, I know that ya'll MWF Superstars are back there and I know that you're watchin' your little T.V. sets plannin' on what to do next. I know that ya'll think that ya'll are the shit and that you're gonna beat WEW Superstar's asses, plain and simple. But, I've gotta disagree. This war is gonna be decided by a number of things. Ya see does MWF have Rob Burns. No. Does MWF have ColdFire? No. Does MWF have Cristiano Tivelli? No. Does MWF have the Rock Solid Redneck? Hell no! What the Maximum Wrestling Federation don't realize is that when you fuck with one of us, you fuck with all of us. I ain't gonna let any of you bastards come into our industry and attack our World Champion. Don't get me wrong, there are people in this industry whose ass I wouldn't think twice about kickin', but when ya'll did what ya'll done, you united everyone in this industry to fight for one goal. I can say that as sure as I like to drink beer that I am gonna stand here and fight for this industry. The WEW is MY home and when you come into MY home, it is my job to kick your ass out of it. So, MWF, here's to kickin' your ass!

The crowd cheers madly as Jeff X downs the rest of his Natural Light and slams the empty can down on the floor.

Jeff X: And next week, I'm going to come out to this ring, and anybody who has a problem with me and the company I work for, can come out and we can settle this the old fashioned way - a big brawl! And that is all there is to say about that.

'Rough and Ready' plays again as Jeff X makes his way out of the ring, up the ramp, and backstage, slapping the fans hands on the way.}}}]

[The sounds of some random hymnal music starts to play over the PA System. A quick and mixed reaction comes from the crowd. There are some cheers and some boos throughout the crowd. Father John Ramsey, an MWF superstar starts to make his way from the back. He is dressed in traditional priest's robes. He is holding a bag in his hand. He walks down the aisle and starts to randomly pull small Bibles out of his bag and starts handing them to fans. Most of the fans keep the souvenirs that are given though some throw them back. He has a big smile on his face and finally starts to walk up the ring steps. He steps through the rope and is handed a microphone and looks towards the crowd. He smiles and begins to speak.]

Ramsey: Good evening my fellow Christians and Heathens!

[Father Ramsey gets another mixed reaction from the crowd.]

Ramsey: It's great to be here in Detroit, Michigan. Now we were just watching a poor misguided young man on the MaxiTron.

[He gets a more positive reaction.]

JP: Jeff X is a redneck, deep cut from the heart of Texas.

Sully: The word hillbilly doesn't go far enough to describe him.

Ramsey: But I have been given the opportunity tonight to establish a positive relationship between the Maximum Wrestling Federation and the Worldwide Entertainment Wrestling. I want to share with each and every one of you fans as well as the wrestlers here in this building, the beauty of our Lord Jesus Chris's love.

[Some of the crowd cry out 'alleluia' while some look a little confused.]

Ramsey: This is an amazing opportunity for all of us. I want to make a suggestion, President Harlum, you are a strong leader for your organization. You, however, did not set a good example last week on our show.

[The fans let out a light boo.]

Ramsey: You see, coming onto the show and saying negative things and mocking our federation during my match up was uncalled for. You came across as a villain and that is not professional!

[The fans let out some more boos.]

Ramsey: Now what you should be doing is asking your wrestlers to set a better example. They need to come out and be respectful when other people are having a match up. If you wish to challenge us, do so in a respectable manner. I would be honoured to face one of your warriors, but I have no interest in raping my honour and my dignity to feed my ego. You are a leader. You should see these things too! You should encourage each of your wrestlers to have a prayer at the beginning of each show! In fact you should...

[Out of nowhere, Jeff X's theme music blares over the PA System and he gets a pretty respectable jeer from the crowd. Father John Ramsey stands in the centre of the ring with a stunned look upon his face. Jeff comes out and waits for the crowd to calm down. Finally he turns on his mic and begins to speak.]

Jeff X: In fact, maybe you should go back to-da pulpit father?

[The crowd jeers at Jeff X's insult. Father Ramsey is about to speak but gets cut off quickly by Jeff.]

Jeff X: Maybe you should be minding your own business, Mr. Ramsey!

[The crowd jeer and the Priest is looking rather speechless.]

Jeff X: In fact, you can stop pressing yer beliefs on everyone here!

[Father John Ramsey is once again speechless.]

Jeff X: What's the matter? Cat gotch yer tongue?

[The crowd gives a mixed reaction. Father Ramsey in complete shock finally responds.]

Ramsey: You! You! You... HEATHEN!!! HOW DARE YOU INSULT A MAN OF GOD!?

[Jeff shrugs his shoulders.]

Jeff X: I think you insulted me first!

[Father John Ramsey speaks once again in shock and disbelief.]

Ramsey: I have insulted you with the gift of Eternal Life?

[Jeff X retorts.]

Jeff X: I believe you called me misguided...

[Father Ramsey responds.]

Ramsey: I was entitled to my opinion...

[Jeff X cuts him off.]

Jeff X: ...and I don't give a damn! You need to relax, Father!

[Jeff X pulls out a Natural Light beer and Father John Ramsey looks on in shock.]

Ramsey: How immoral! You can't curse and drink beer here! There are children in the crowd! I can't deal with this! This has to stop!

[Jeff X chugs the beer and smashes it on the ground and the crowd boo and jeer.]

Jeff X: You wanna see immoral?

[He charges the ring and slides in and starts throwing punches at Father John Ramsey who is trying to wrestle him instead. Father Ramsey sends Jeff X into the ropes; he launches him in the air and lands a drop kick across the chest of Father Ramsey who sends him to the mat. Ramsey gets up quickly and blocks a punch from Jeff X and yanks his arm pulling it out of its socket. Father John Ramsey goes to lock on the Cross Face Chicken Wing but an official pulls him off of Jeff X who lands a hard right into the Priest's face; the two are then pulled apart and the fans are going nuts. The two wrestlers are yelling at each other, the face of Father John Ramsey red with anger...while Jeff X is goading and taunting him. Just then "Zero" by The Smashing Pumpkins blasts from the PA system and the MWF CEO Edward Walker walks out onto the entrance way, to the cheers of the crowd.]

JP: Walker's come to sort this mess out.

Sully: Ramsey's not looking so great, not too holy right now.

[The MWF CEO has a mic in his hand and he speaks, loudly and clearly into it...letting his voice echo around the Detroit, Michigan arena.]

Walker: Dear me, we've got quite a mess here. Father, I expected better from you.

[Father John Ramsey shakes his head, while Jeff X curses at the MWF CEO.]

Walker: This little vagabond was allowed to get right under your skin, Father. That is not a good advert for either the MWF or your Christian beliefs. However, I appreciate your defence of the MWF against that insolent pup.

[Jeff X shouts up at the MWF CEO and attempts to break free, but the officials and security men keep him pinned back.]

Walker: I think there is only one way to settle this little problem you two seem to have uncovered...Father John Ramsey, at Conflict, you will face off against Jeff X!

[The crowd roar with delight at the prospect of the match, Ramsey and Jeff X actually look excited about the match and Jeff X renews his efforts to break free.]

JP: The Texas redneck will face off against Florida's man of the cloth.

Sully: Poor Ramsey, dragged down to the level of Jeff X.

JP: He'll live with it, he's a professional.

Sully: Indeed he is.

[Walker throws the mic down and walks off backstage as officials drag Jeff X from the ring and bundle him away up the entrance ramp, Father John Ramsey meanwhile has calmed down and he is allowed to walk back up the entrance ramp by himself. He pauses to sign an autograph or two as the MWF heads to a commercial break.]

--- Commercial Break: Catch up with how the MWF fares against the rest of the Elite 8 (www.sabataged.com) ---

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