Saint Jericho vs Vantage

[MasterEvil]

Keep on pretending       You’re faking everything       You’re no better than me T H R E E - D A Y S - R E M A I N I N G ★ Saint Jericho ★ “I guess some congratulations are in order…” Those word were what was heard as the camera began recording. The location seems to be inside a church that is halfway through a renovation. However the place looks completely empty as there doesn’t seem to be a single soul here, except for the one man who is sitting on one of the benches…Saint Jericho. This upcoming Super Adrenaline, the first show after Legacy, Saint is going up against an old opponent of his in the form of the new WEW Champion, and probably the People’s Champion, Vantage. While Saint had a disastrous Legacy and Vantage had a marvellous one, this didn’t seem to hold any clear affect on the rather calm looking Scottish superstar. ★ Saint Jericho ★ “Congratulations Vantage…congratulations on beating Chris McKenzie to finally have the WEW Championship around your waist at, out of all shows and places, the main event of this year’s Legacy. Finally the Era of Vantage can start, according to what the sheep say on their little pitiful forums and their stupid things called e-feds, as if blindly misguided by an arrogant shepherd.” After saying his words, in a rather relaxed manner for someone who is due to go up against one of Animosity’s best in a few days time, the Brit stood up from his bench, turned to the side and walked. His left hand trailed against the top of the bench until he reached the end closest to the recording device and turned himself to face the camera that is recording him. ★ Saint Jericho ★ “I should also congratulate you on some other things as well. In both twenty-twelve and twenty-thirteen the Retribution Rumble winner failed to win the Title at Legacy, so congratulations on breaking the trend. Fifteen odd months ago you failed to beat Chance Rugani for the WEW Championship in a last man standing match, a match you once called yourself the king of. At the pay-per-view before Retribution you failed to beat McKenzie for that Title in a fan brings their weapons match, a match that should’ve favoured you considering that they are suppose to be your loyal followers. And then, not vastly long ago, you finally beat McKenzie in a casket match for the Championship. Heck, at the very first Legacy event you lost a last man standing match to one Alistar Bane and then, last year, you lost a Legacy Cash-In Case match to the guy with probably the worst commitment issues before finally winning a match at Legacy. Which happens to be why you have the WEW Championship at this very moment. So congratulations on proving that third time’s the charm. Heh, third time’s the charm…that phrase seem to describe your career at the very best. Not ‘New Age Nature Boy’ or ‘Mister Amazing,’ just third time’s the charm. However - this Friday - that one phrase, as well as volcanic eruption that is your momentum, will freeze over and break down into tiny little pieces as you go one-on-one against the one you haven’t properly scored the one again…me. Hey Vantage…did you that, thanks to what happened at Legacy, I am probably the only guy you have never, ever, beaten in the middle of the ring.” Even though seeming to be complimentary at first, it quickly came apparent that the male is simply speaking out of confidence as his facial expression is both cold and completely emotionless. Yet once he finished his words the Scotsman began to stroll off. Quickly knowing what the male’s intention was the camera quickly began to follow Jericho until the Scottish man finally stopped in front of an empty yet sealed casket. ★ Saint Jericho ★ “Of course back in twenty-eleven - in my second ever match - you won a ladder match, which had me in it, for the Universal Championship but history is history, you weren’t the one who knocked me out, and - other than that match you have never once got a fall over me. No pins, no submissions, no count-outs, no disqualification, no knockouts…you have never beaten me. I don’t blame you for trying in the past for you have tried hard…and hard…and hard…and hard! AND YET…you have failed every single time. Hell, back in twenty-twelve, I was the berk that pinned you to end your last Championship reign before the one you have now. An interesting piece of history, right? Well it is phenomenally interesting to me for a…couple of reasons. The biggest of which being how come some loser managed to main event the biggest pay-per-view of the year while the man who have beaten him at least four times - which happens to be more than anyone else on the roster - had to rely on a Title that not even the previous Champion wanted to make an appearance at the show? But I ain’t fully mad about that, even that I was practically thrown away by the roster I never wanted to leave. Sure history is history and you have evolved, Mitch, hell this time two years ago you would have been simply satisfied by keeping that now joke of a Championship…yet you weren’t the only who have evolved. It was while on Adrenaline that I looked in the mirror and realised that I needed to change…no mask, no more illusions, masquerades. Thus Saint Jericho comes forth from the shell that was Broken Saint and I felt alive again. For the first time, in what felt like an eternity among the whisper in the wind, I feel free…I feel me…I feel alive. For every Superman there is kryptonite and for every Vantage, there is me.” Even though talking to the camera, Jericho’s eyes were fixated upon the wooden box, his right hand trailing across the coffin in an unorganised manner as he spoke his words. However Saint’s eyes moved up to look directly into the lens as he spoke out his final sentence before deciding to walk off from the casket. Following the male the camera spotted a couple of metal folding chairs that Jericho walked pass, one of them having a on it, yet the male suddenly stopped and snapped himself around. Without saying a word he walked over to the other chair and picked up the objects off the seconds, which happen to be frames - one having a picture of Sean Williams and the other having a picture of Alistar Bane - and revealed them to the camera for a moment before placing them both down on the seat before appearing to ponder something. ★ Saint Jericho ★ “Now I think about it…I am quite possibly, literally and in more ways than one the very last person you would want to face in your very first match as World Champion. Whywhywhywhywhy is that, laddie? The fact that I’ve always beaten you whenever we cross paths isn’t the only reason, duck. The other, me lad, is actually an extremely recent event that happened on Adrenaline. On my first match since renovating myself I was against the returning Rhiannon. I warned her that I was ‘the worst kind of guy’ for her to face in her first match back. Guess what happened? That silly, little, girl didn’t heed my warning and I end up hurting her dear little throat so badly that she practically vanished from the face of the earth. That’s right, Vantage, I KILLED her comeback when it just begun and I can, rather easily, kill this so-called ‘Era of Vantage’ not too long after it began. How can I, may you ask? Of course I am no longer some bum on such an inferior brand but that doesn’t stop me from putting you right under Rhiannon in the injured list. You never know, ‘New Age Nature Boy,’ you could end up getting a career threatening back injury like the old aged one did…then again, wouldn’t it be amusing if you, the guy who seems to find a way to get into a position to win, end up having your knee shattered into a million little pieces, as if it was the hope of those who supported the Argentinean national football team? Heh, wouldn’t it be amusing…for the death of your WEW Championship reign, as well as your era, be caused by the guy who killed your last Universal Title reign? Hell, if you’re watching this…hey, Vantage’s dad, be prepared to put your money on me for - unlike the Retribution Rumble - your son’s failure is simply woven into the cloth of fate by the needle of the past.” At first it sounded like the male might actually be losing his sanity yet the more he spoke the more confidently calm and arrogantly relaxed he is. As if to give an image to his words the male used his hands to make a knitting motion throughout this final sentence before deciding to push the pictures off the chair and sit down on it, ignoring the sound of shattering glass as he began to speak up again. ★ Saint Jericho ★ “The past…while I have said that history is history, the present is born from future’s past. Sure I’ve beaten you a multitude of times but there is only two dates that is relevant to the words ‘third time’s the charm.’ April sixteenth of twenty-twelve - the first time we fought one-on-one - you practically dominated me, I won’t deny that but in the very end you let some Australian plonker distract you long enough for me to roll you up and score the three. August nineteenth of twenty-thirteen - my second one-on-one match since returning from my heart attack - where you faced a man who foolishly thought he is better than he was back then, who was still in the process of returning to proper match fitness. What could have ever happened? Oh, I remember, I not took you on move for move but I also beat you without any help or distraction. Hell, you even leapt praise upon me, via Twitter, afterwards.” Even though calm and arrogantly at first, Saint was definitely sounding quite serious a he mentioned a couple of moments from the past that the Scotsman shared with his upcoming opponent. However quite surprisingly, after the elitist mentioned Twitter, Jericho chuckled. While it was a bit dry, that chuckle was a slight surprise yet that chortle was only momentarily as immediately afterwards a venomously seriously look appeared on Jericho’s face. ★ Saint Jericho ★ “Those were the two of the three dates we’ve fought one-on-one and both times I’ve pinned you, hence why third time’s the charm shall be what your stupid fan club will be begging for this Friday. However that will definitely not happen…at all. There won’t be any caskets, fans bringing in weapons, last men standing, ladders, Sean Williams or even Alistar-fucking-Bane. It will be just you and me, in the middle of the ring. That will be nobody to save you, nobody to screw you, nothing to damage, nothing to help…and absolutely no one - or thing - to blame but yourself as I not only beat you one, two and three…but I’ll also beat you within an bleeding inch of your damn life. And every-single-person of that pathetic Denver Colorado can’t do a single damn thing to save you from all the suffering I, Saint Jericho, plan on making you endure.” Now, instead of a dry chuckle, the male coughed lightly at the end of his words, the dust from some of the wooden platforms involved in the renovation being a possible cause for this. However once he finished his words Saint Jericho got up from the chair, not caring that the fast manner in which he did it in caused the seat to fall down, before stepping over to a perfectly set up ladder, as if a construction worker plans to return on the next day, and leaning his own body slightly against it. ★ Saint Jericho ★ “And I plan on making you endure a lot…hell, if this was an Elder Scrolls game then I would use a spell on you to heal you well enough so that I can beat the crap out of you yet again. I don’t care that you’ve won the Retribution Rumble or that you have defeated both Chris McKenzie and Chance Rugani in one-on-one occasions, a feat I’ve yet to do, none of those things matter to me at all. As the only thing that matter to me right now is this Friday, at the pre-main event of Super Adrenaline, where you will become nothing more than a vintage victim of the guy formerly known as Broken Saint. Heh, if anything you, dear WEW Champion, could end up becoming nothing more than a simple rung on this ladder I will climb to greatness and beyond. The first step was Rhiannon - the only person to have ever beaten Shady Layne - while the second was some fan called Michael Hardy - some kid with the potential to possibly be as good as you - and you, Mitch, could make a perfect third rung. You don’t agree with me? Heh, I guess I should have expected that but if you really disagree with what I say then here is a question I have for you…what are you going to do? Beat me? Don’t make me laugh, Champ. I’ve beaten you more than enough times to know that I am under your skin, head and subconscious. I know, the people know and, deep down, you know that - deep in your subconsciousness - you are secretly doubting your own chances of victory, dear People’s Champion. And I don’t blame you, it is awkwardly hard to remove the fact that you’ve had more shots at me than at any Championship and, every-single-time, you’ve been the one looking up to the lights in defeat.” It was only near the end of the first half of his words that Saint made the decision to move and climb up this ladder he was leaning again…going up one step at the mention of Rhiannon, a second at the mention of Equinox and then a third step before turning to face the camera and question if Vantage does not ‘agree’ with the Scotsman’s words. An overconfident smirk appeared on Saint’s face after finishing his before deciding to climb to the top of the ladder. The moment he finished the climb he turned around and sat down on the very top rung before looking down upon the camera, expecting it to zoom in on his face. ★ Saint Jericho ★ “On top of this ladder, looking down on all of you, heh…I think I finally realise what it taste like to be at the top looking down upon everybody. A taste that you’ll definitely have to get use to Vantage…as well as fight to keep, for it is often harder to stay at the top than it is to get up to it…and it is often rather lonely to be a king in an empty castle. But you’re the People’s Champion aren’t you? You’re just going to let anyone and everyone near you, right? How foolish, Vantage. As World Champion your back automatically becomes a target of everyone on the roster, even the people you think are your friends are simply waiting to stab you in the back and take the belt. But then again, why should I care, I left that rather weak roster to you and while that might be the future, all I care about is the present and at the present, or better known as this upcoming Super Adrenaline, I’ll be the one with my hand raised in victory at your expense…yet again.” As if to signalise possible future victory the Scottish elitist clenched his right hand into a fist and raised it up into the air, causing the camera to zoom out slightly and end up seeing the bright stainless glass, which - at this current angle - make it looks almost like a light shining down upon the guy who calls himself a Saint for reasons unknown to anybody. ★ Saint Jericho ★ “Heh, here’s another bit of history that you might not know Vantage…out of the last two Legacy events to have taken place, I have won at the first major show afterwards…the first one was when I pinned Kevin Kilbourne two years ago and last year I single-handed defeated both Chance Rugani and Dexter Black in a figurative handicap match. So perhaps third time’s the charm is a phrase that could have been to describe the hopes that the idiots have of seeing me, the reborn Saint Jericho, lose. So it is also for that reason that our upcoming confrontation of action, suspense and even more action shall be when the relationship between that phrase and your career dies. Heh…” Arrogance and confidence is perfectly mixed within his voice as the male spoke out yet at the second ‘heh,’ instead of explaining what he could possible find so funny, the Adrenaline member steadily made his way down the ladder before turning around to properly, and fully, face the camera. ★ Saint Jericho ★ “If I remember correctly, some of our old promos have ended with a tiny bit of poetry…so let me go a little old school and end this one with a freestyle poem.” A freestyle poem? The Scotsman, in a pair of black pants and a white hoody with the hood down, coughed lightly after saying his words. After making his cough Saint unzipped his hoody, revealing his bare chest and abdomen in the process, before pulling out a red rose from one the inner pockets of his top. ★ Saint Jericho ★ “We all know the Story of the Red Rose, Where Mister Amazing was slain by The Broken Saint, And the blood stained the flowers of snow white, But what could have happened after years have gone pass? A brand new hero rose up, From the shadows of those roses, He bore the name of Vantage. One by one he rose to the top, To the joys of everyone, Until he became the king of the castle As well as the people’s hearts. But one day, everything changes, But one day, for he has arrived, But one day, but it was not The Broken Saint, But one day, instead he was Saint Jericho. So they fight, for the kingdom, So they fight, for the power, So they fight, for victory, So they fight, for their lives. The people were shocked, silent even, As their mighty hero fell to this stranger, His blood freshens the roses of red, As, before loser perishes, Jericho lifted the hero’s up and whispered into his ear: You are no better than me, Vantage.” After finishing his mouth-made poem Saint Jericho took a moment to sniff the rose before simply dropping it. The camera followed the flower as it hit the floor before hearing the sound of the church doors closing, ending this scene with nothing more than the sight of the fallen rose. O N E - D A Y - R E M A I N I N G Standing somewhere backstage of the Denver’s Pepsi Center is the small redheaded interviewer of Adrenaline known as Jemma Asar, in her typical clothes that she often wears when doing her job. Next to her however is the Scottish elitist that has been building up a bit of a name of himself since changing his demeanour, Saint Jericho. Unlike in his promo a couple of dears ago, the British male is wearing a basic, yet slightly rough, pair of blue jeans and a plain black shirt, which has some dry paint marks on it. Knowing that the elitist beside wants to get this interview over with Jemma raised the microphone up the moment the camera operator indicated that the device has begun to record them. n o t y o u r a v e r a g e g i n g e r « J E M M A A S A R » “Jemma Asar here and what a Legacy we had: new Champions crowned, Alakai Burke returns to power and Vantage managed to beat Chris McKenzie in a casket match for the WEW Championship. Standing with me right now is a man who did not have such a great Legacy moment of his own, Saint Jericho.” That final comment did bring out a relatively annoyed expression upon the Scottish male’s face but Jericho simply chose not to speak yet. n o t y o u r a v e r a g e g i n g e r « J E M M A A S A R » “Thank you for allowing us your time and hopefully it’ll help smooth the mood out from what hap-” ★ Saint Jericho ★ “-penned at Legacy?” Jericho caught the female interviewer by surprised with his quick question yet instead of waiting her to say anything the male continued to speak. ★ Saint Jericho ★ “Sure I had a relative dismissive time at Legacy, definitely compared to certain elitists on that night but at least I had a match, unlike that whiny cry-baby Calvin Harris. But whatever…Legacy is behind us now and I would rather think about tomorrow night’s Super Adrenaline.” n o t y o u r a v e r a g e g i n g e r « J E M M A A S A R » “Oh yes, Super Adrenaline. Well, while there are numerous matches on the card, just before the main event you get to go into the ring against the guy who closed Legacy with the WEW Championship around his head, Vantage. Considering the momentum he is on right now, as well as comparing his Legacy performance to yours, many people have put him as the heavy favour for your match…what are your thoughts on all of this?” ★ Saint Jericho ★ “My thoughts? Well if you want to hear me say something as corny as ‘congratulations Vantage’ then you might as well watch the footage I’ve recorded a couple of days ago. But you are right Jemma; Mitchy-Boy is indeed the safest bet to go with if you’re as addicted to gambling as Vantage’s dear daddy is. Hell, I would put a fiver on me to lose this match for, ever since winning the Retribution Rumble, my opponent has practically been on fire with the fluid motions of his moves, both in the ring and on the microphone. He even managed to find himself to be in the right position to win against the self-proclaimed ‘Virus’ Chris McKenzie, something that I have yet to actually do quite surprisingly. You name them, he has beaten them and perhaps it is his time now. Perhaps I should be worried. Perhaps I should be shitting myself thinking ‘oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.’ Maybe…wait a second…” The male’s voice, as well as body, was slightly shaky as he spoke, as if personally doubting himself, only to suddenly snap into a facial expression that a cartoon character would commonly have when they get an idea. ★ Saint Jericho ★ “Who the monkey-fuck am I kidding? It’s goddamn Vantage. If I were to travel to the future and find my future self cowering to him then I own kick my own ass to the moon and back. I do not fear Vantage, if anything he should fear me. Sure he has beaten the Ruganis, the McKenzies and even SM Raye, during the midge of time that he was actually relevant…but I’m not any of them. Sure I wouldn’t have minded the success they’ve got but that isn’t important at the moment as here is one fact that you, the bookies and probably a few blind fans are seen to be willing to forget is that I have beaten the Champion of Animosity at least five times. Sure he won a five person ladder match, that happen to be my second ever match, and his partner pinned me in a tag team match before I got temporarily suspended but he has never pinned me or made me submit. The attempts have been numerous and every-single-time he tried not only did he fail, but I was also the one who got announced as the victor.” The Scotsman chuckled a bit dryly after finishing his words as one of his hands was pressed against the nearby wall, supporting his leaning body as he spoke. ★ Saint Jericho ★ “How could this ever be? It has happened too frequently to be classed as an off-day, unless he wants to take my old title of the ‘Most Inconsistent Elitist in World Elite Wrestling.’ Meanwhile the fact I’ve beaten him in my first match back from being burned alive, as well as pinning him in my second singles match back from a blooming heart attack, shows that it is simply not down to pure, dumb, luck. Then what oh what could it be, dear Jemma?” The moment he asked the interviewer his question Jericho glared Jemma directly in the eyes. The atmosphere suddenly felt nippy around the girl as she began to stammer and stutter lightly, unable to think of an idea. This seem to be what the male wanted however as Jericho chuckled once more, removing the coldness from the current atmosphere and stood up straight, as body only half facing the redhead. ★ Saint Jericho ★ “Oh that is what I like so much about you Little Asar, even though your interest in men is horrifically poor to say the least, besides you’re interest in Doctor Who, your confusion can be quite cute. The answer is simple dear Jemma. It isn’t luck or simple off-days. It is just that I am simply better than the People’s Champion, always have been and always will be. He can’t seem to find a way to unravel the mystery of me, thus negating himself from ever beating me, and I’ll continue beating him, like I will tomorrow night, for he isn’t the only one to have improved. I have become stronger, smarter and simply better than what I have ever been. So…can you please repeat the question?” Even though visibly annoyed at having her own personal interest questioned by a guy who hasn’t been known happy ever afters in the worlds of love, the quirky interviewer quickly knew what he was asking of her. n o t y o u r a v e r a g e g i n g e r « J E M M A A S A R » “What are your thoughts on all of this?” ★ Saint Jericho ★ “My thoughts…oh my sweet…beautiful…sexy thoughts…” Okay, the rather sultry way that the Scotsman said his latest word freaked the redhead out slightly, in a more surprise manner than a disturbed one, as Jericho turned his body so that he could focus himself entirely on the woman interviewing him. ★ Saint Jericho ★ “My thoughts on this match with Vantage can be shrunk down to this: I’m looking forward to it. Why is that? Well a second thought I have is one that gives me an edge over Mitch. If you know your enemy and yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not your enemy, for every victory gained, you’ll also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you’ll succumb in every battle. While I know enough about myself and enough about Vantage to have zero worries at all, he knows absolutely nothing about the real me. All he knew was of a mask I’ve now thrown away and it is this new me that he will not be prepared for. But now my reason for why I am looking forward to my battle against the New Age Nature Boy, Mister Amazing and the People’s Champion…” Instead of continuing his words the Scottish elitist turned himself to look at the recording device. ★ Saint Jericho ★ “Vantage. You’ve developed so mighty fine in the three or so years you’ve been here…and I personally respect that. But not I stand as your hurdle, to see if your improvements have come full circle. You have never beaten me one-on-one and considering the facts that I’m from Adrenaline, you’re on Animosity and that there doesn’t seem to be a draft anytime soon…this will be your very last chance to finally get a win over the one you’ve never scored one against before. I could wish you luck, but I would be lying…so instead I want you to give it your all, like you did at Legacy, for this hurdle is just as determined to keep you down. See you tomorrow night, Mitch.” The moment he said his second-last sentence Saint Jericho grabbed the camera and held it close to his face, wanting the camera to focus primarily on his face as the British superstar said his final sentence. Once he finished those few words Saint let go of the camera, allowing the cameraman to have proper holder of the recording device again, before simply walking off, not forgetting to shoot a smirk towards the interview before he left. [ notes ] I wish you luck Mitch, in what may be the last time our character face each other. Hopefully - this time - you can actually beat me. [ words ] 4670 [ tagged ] @vantage [ muse ] Excited to try out this layout.

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