Cup an ear

[Ryan Green]

'Just be Good to Green' plays out in the newly buzzing AWA Arena, fans are showing up on a daily basis as the AWA wrestlers continue to show their faces in the lead up to the big one off pay per view at the end of the month.

Greens relationship with the fans has been up and down, but in the current climate it is up. The fans respect his hard work and understand his issues with the increasingly vulgar Whitey Ford and as Green appears on stage the fans give a warm welcome

Green walks down the ramp, dressed in smart jeans and a 'Go Good, Go Green' t-shirt, his head is sporting a bandage, the result of the chair attack by Whitey Ford.

As he gets to the bottom of the ramp Green spots a particularly good looking member of the audience who is waving a banner in support, he gives her a cheeky kiss and continues on his way.

Rolling into the ring, Green walks across and is handed a mic before walking back to the middle.

Mr Ryan Green
Well things are certainly warmin in up around here, and it has been a long time coming!
June 20th 2011 on Monday Night Anarchy there was to be a match, a main event match between me and Whitey Ford!


This name used to ignite an arena with cheers, now it brings a storm of boos

Mr Ryan Green
That match never happened but thanks to Mr Draven and his investors it will now happen on January 29th 2012 inside this very arena and in front of you fans. A match 6 months in the making and now it is even bigger than it was gonna be before because its going to last for 60 friggin minutes and at the end of it one man is going to be the 'iron man'.
Now if you look at my bonce, and for those of you that aint up to speed with my English terms, i mean head, if you look at it and you know that Whitey Ford caused the split that runs across it you might think that Whitey Ford is going into this 60 minutes of hell as the favourite, but of you think that then you're a twat!
You see the chair shot Ford hit me with was not just any chair shot, it didnt skim my head, it didnt graze me slightly, it fucking cracked my skull open like a coconut! His skinny little arms might not look up to much but they swing a mean chair!
I needed stitches to pull the skin back together.
But Ford, and this is the moment you are going to want to cup your ear and listen to me very very closely, you didnt take me out you merely knocked me down and id bet my house on the fact that the chair shot you hit me with the other day was just about the best you've got and clearly, clearly it weren't good enough to get the job done because here i stand in the middle of this ring.
And Ford, this ring is going to be the scene of untold brutallity and carnage on Jan 29th and believe me when i tell you that your bonce is going to look a whole lot worse than mine mate.

Green pauses for a moment, he rubs his chin as he thinks and then continues

Mr Ryan Green
Now just for those of you that were not openin your peepers and taking note of what was happenin in the AWA 6 months ago, the story of Ryan Green and Whitey Ford is an interesting one.
Me, as a former AWA World Champion, i had people gunnin to fight me left right and center because i put people on the map! Whitey Ford had been trying every which way to get his carrer back on track when he realised that the only chance he had was to go Green and that meant stickin his nose in my business.
But then he went one step further, he tried to BE me. Ford saw that in was the the 'new kid on the block' and he knew his time was even closer to being up for good so he did what any desperate man would do, he copied from the best.
From the day i walked into this company, to this very moment and to every moment to come i will be a bastard, im not here to make buddies or to play nice, i am here to make money, collect championships and create my legacy and you can either like it and enjoy the ride or you can hate it and get hurt and abused, the choice is yours to make.
Anyway, so Ford looked at me and saw success, so he shocked you all by turning on his retarded mate and just because i hit the ring and made baby Ford run like a bitch people started to think i was the 'nice guy'.
That wasn't the case and it is still not the case, me and Ford did not trade places, we did not swap roles, all that happened was he started copying me because he realised that nice blokes finish last and that aggression is the key!
And what i want Ford to understand is that nothing has changed, im still a bastard and he is still nothing more than a cheap copy. The fact that you people show me respect is basically a given, im the best in the business and i perform at the highest level and you can not help but respect that and if you respect me i will respect you but this is not a 'love in', im not John friggin Cena.
Whitey Ford, i am still the biggest bastard in this company and all the chair shots and all the cheap underhanded attacks in the world are not going to change that and more importantly they are not going to make you, me!

[Whitey Ford]

::"Under and Over It" by Five Finger Death Punch plays over the loudspeakers, and Green smiles, glad his words have garnered some sort of response. Whitey Ford steps out onto the stage, a big grin on his face and his eyes hidden by sunglasses. In his right hand he carries a steel chair, something that has become a sort of signature for him. The cans are letting him have it, even a few pieces of trash being thrown from the stands onto the stage. Whitey ignores it, and teases walking to the ring to confront Green face to face...but stops and laughs, tapping his temple with an index finger. He starts mouthing off to the crowd off mic before setting up the chair on the top of the stage. Taking a microphone out of his pocket, he takes a seat as his music stops, motioning towards the stage.::

Whitey Ford: What a big tough guy that sits in front of us, ladies and gentlemen! I busted his skull open with a chair, and he's not down! He's back on his feet being as stupid as ever! Lets give him a round of applause!

::Ford starts to clap overenthusiastically, getting more boo's from the crowd. His applause starts to slow, and a confused look comes over his face. He starts to count on his fingers, and apparantly can't keep anything straight.::

Whitey Ford: Wait...let me check my cell phone calender.

::He reaches into his pocket and sure enough, pulls out his cell phone. Pressing a few buttons here and there, he reaches his destination.::

Whitey Ford: Yeah, thats what I thought. I busted you upside the head with a chair DAYS ago, and your just now coming out to say that your still standing and I didn't hurt you? I could have pinned you thousands of times if you stayed down that long from one flimsy chair shot. I don't think you understand, Green...I AM tougher than you are. I've been set on fire. I've been tossed off cages, put through glass tables, hit with a fucking car, and sat through all three of the Twilight movies! I am one bad dude!

::Ford mock flexes on the stage, letting the crowd rip into him, obviously loving getting the reaction.::

Whitey Ford: As for me wanting to BE you...let me just say that I've done almost every drug under the sun and drank away most of my brain cells. I've taken head shots and been beaten unconcious more times than I can count. But I would NEVER lower my brain cell count to such a dangerous level as to actually be like Ryan Green. Just because I came around right about the time that these idiots that fill the seats like cattle started cheering you has no bearing on us changing roles. It just means I've smartened the fuck up after years and years in the business. You see, when those morons start cheering you, its a bad sign. Its the Madden cover curse. Once people start to like you, whether its for getting them to cheer for you or beating up the guy they hate most...everything...starts...to slip. And I can see that transformation starting to happen underneath that bald cranium. You keep saying your not in this game for anybody, your just here for the money and all that bullshit, but look around you. The fans want you to beat the everloving piss out of me and look at how they treat you!

::This gets a giant pop from the New York crowd, and even a small "Ryan Green" chant starts up somewhere in the stands. Whitey laughs, and waves an arm to motion at the crowd.::

Whitey Ford: That kind of reaction has made you make such moronic accusations, like 'I'm trying to be like you.' Pull your head out of your ass and see clearly, at least for this next month. Because I plan to beat you into a coma, might as well enjoy your last moments of clarity, huh?

::Green sits on the second rope, beckoning Ford to come down to the ring and make good on his promise. Whitey just chuckles and shakes his head.::

Whitey Ford: Now...you had mentioned something about me beating up my sick little friend or something along those lines; I have a hard time listening to your inane accent. I thought and thought and thought...then I got it! You were talking about my ENORMOUS friend who almost took your head off!

::Green nods, giving a cautionary look behind him as he really doesn't want to be ambushed again.::

Whitey Ford: Well, I have news for you, Mr. Green. He's back...and he's not alone! I have a dozen guys like that ready to tear your throat out just for a few bucks. And here...they...come.

::Green drops his microphone as the lights go out, and the sound of many people hitting the ring is heard, all of them coming from the crowd. There's no sounds of a fight, though, and when the lights snap back on...Green is surrounded by eleven men, all with long black hair, wearing jeans and a wife beater. The only unintimidating part is that they are all midgets or dwarves. Green slowly relaxes, the confusion subsiding, and the fans are getting a good laugh out of the deal. As Green turns to the stage to ask Whitey what he's trying to prove, the midgets attack! A few start going to leg kicks while the rest throw their tiny fists around with abandon. Green winces in pain as the first sharp shots connect, but then he gets angry. A big kick sends one of the small assailants flying. A few seconds later, two more are dumped over the top rope with a double back body drop. Half a dozen more are taken out by running kicks to the skull. Two more bail out of the ring as Green sets the last small competitor up for the Divorce Court. But as Green is setting it up, Ford sprints down to ringside. He slides into the ring...but quickly back on the adjacent corner as Green is ready for hiim. Whitey looks upset at first...then smiles a knowing smile. He never even dropped his microphone.::

Whitey Ford: Fuck you, Ryan Green.

::Green is puzzled at first, wondering where the look of victory on Ford's face is coming from...but then he's clobbered with a big forearm to the back of the head! The real Goliath came in last, waiting for the distraction provided by Whitey. As Green reels into the ropes, Ford jumps up and snaps him down throat first over the top rope! The assault is relenteless as the crowd really heats up. Goliath puts Ryan Green in a firemans carry position as the agile Whitey Ford scrambles up onto the apron and onto the top rope. Goliath waits for Whitey to leap, then spaps backwards in a Samoan Drop, just as Whitey grabs Greens neck and hits a diving neckbreaker simultaneously! The crowd is going absolutely nuts, pelting the ring with trash and directing all of their ire to Whitey and his 6'8 tall friend Goliath. Whitey just laughs, searching the ring for Greens lost microphone.::

Whitey Ford: Gee...your tougher than I thought. You took out 11 Goliaths, and the last one ended up being the one that got you. Man, am I in for a fight! But, just for kicks...lets give the world a preview of what they'll be seeing a lot of come our match.

::Whitey plants his foot on Ryan Greens' chest, and Goliath drops down to mock a referee, making the count. One...two...and Ryan Green kicks out! Whitey is shocked, as is Goliath and the rest of the people in attendance. The place explodes with cheers for Ryan Green. Goliath goes to pick up Green for no doubt another tag team move, but Whitey stops him. He picks Green up himself, and sets him up for the Backtoss Piledriver. Lifting him up onto his shoulders, Whitey attempts to throw him forward...but Green flips and lands on his feet! Ryan backpedals into the ropes, and comes back for what would have been a Jawbreaker Lariat on Ford...if a giant boot wouldn't have caught him in the jaw, courtesy of Whiteys' equalizer, Goliath. Whitey looks on with a smile on his face, and both exit the ring. The fans are showing all of their hate in full force, but Whitey just keeps tapping his temple with an index finger as he heads up the ramp and to the back, telling the fans off mic "Work smarter, not harder." Ford and Goliath dissapear behind the curtain and Green starts to come to, looking none too happy.::