Phenomenal King Debuts

[jcstylespk]

{JC Styles - Off Camera - At Home)
Here I am at home in the outskits of horicon wisconsin on my farm removing some hey from the barn to my pick up truck. I take a drink of my beer. Thinking to myself that right now is time to make my debut in the WWE so I finsh my beer and walk out of the barn and to my pick-up truck. I get into my truck and start it up. As I start it up the country music starts to play as I pull away.

(JC Styles - Off Camera - On The Road)
Since it was near its close to my town I'm in so it shouldn't take long to get there maybe a hour or so. So while I drive I think about what I'm going to say and all that stuff. I pull into a town and realize I need gas so I pulled into a gas station. Get out of my truck, open the gas tank and start filling the truck up. A few kids wearing my tshirts walk up to me.

(Kid #1 - Off Camera)
"Aint you JC Styles?"
(Kid #2 - Off Cmaera)
"Yes it is. Its JC Styles. Oh my god Can we have your autograph?"

(JC Styles - Off Camera - Back on the road and arrive to the Arena)
I Take out a marker out of my pocket and signs the kids shirts. "No problem kids anything for my fans. Oh and some advice for you two. Stay in school and listen to your parents. And if you want to get in professional wrestling give me a call and I'll help you out. The number is on my official web site." As the kida walked away I see my total to be $43.96 and I close my tank up and walk in the store. I walk to the coolers and grabed a bottle of water. I walk up to the counter put the bottle of water on the counter. THe pretty lady rang up the water and the gas. she saids "44.89" Then I gave her my card and say "Here you go beautiful". The lady smiles as she hands my card back. "Have a great day." she said and I reply back "You two." I walk out of the store and get back in my truck start it up and drive away. The arena is only a half hour so I just keep on driving. I got into the city and pulled into the arena parking lot. I park the truck in a stall. I got out of truck and I hop in the truck bed and bring out my motor cooler with my beer in it. I drive it to the door way for the arena. I showed the guards that I now work here. They let me through and I drive it to the entrance way.

(JC Styles - On Camera - The Debut)
Sorry about your Damn Luck hits the pa system and JC Styles comes out riding on a motor beer cooler. JC drives to the center of the stage and stand up as he takes a drink of his beer and then raise it in the air. Then takes one more drink, then sits down and drive down to the ring. Picks up his beer and gets off the cooler and then walk to the stairs. Walks up the stairs and gets in the ring. Drinks more beer and climbs the turnbuckel and raise his beer again while fireworks goes off behind him. Get down and then get a mic. I listen to the fans cheer. "THank you all for you warm welcome. But it safe to say that some of the WWE stars wont welcome me like that. Anyways if theres anyone who doesn't know who I am. My Name is The Phenomenal King JC Styles. I'm here to have fun, kick ass, drink beer, win titles. Oh yeah enjoy the loving ladies. I am looking for a diva manager if anyone who would be nice enough to manage a guy like me come on out and show your stuff. Now since I want to fight so bad I'm calling out anyone who wants to fight. Now Come on out anyone I dare you to come out and fight.


TBC: ANyone

[batista]

(Hope you don't mind me replying, thought I'd get something started)

I walk alone by saliva starts playing through the arena and the crowd gets on their feet, cheering and knowing Batista has arrived. Batista walks out wearing a black muscle shirt and black dress pants as well as a big smile on his face while the crowd greets him. As he walks down the ramp, he stops and crouches down before doing his machine gun pose with the fireworks going off behind him. It finishes with a big bang as he finishes walking down the ramp and getting into the ring. He climbs onto the turnbuckle and flexes for the crowd as they cheer for him. He is handed a microphone and begins to talk after his music shuts off.

[Batista]
Well look what we have here. I've heard about you James Storm. Wait wait, what did you say your name was? JC Styles? Right....well is the resemblence clearly coincidence or are you trying your hardest to be playing his protege? Now JC Storm....Styles, whatever your name is, I know you're out here looking for a fight. But you're not going to get one. You see, I only fight for one thing. During my career here in WWE there's been one thing I always try getting my hands on every moment I had the chance. And that's the world heavyweight championship. And quite frankly, you don't seem to be in the league of world champions like myself. Now, I'm not here to demean you, I'm sure you've got quite a bit of experience, I'm sure you have a great career ahead of you. But I didn't sign back with the WWE to get stuck on the bottom of the card. I came here to win back my world championship, and going through someone who isn't world champion material isn't going to get me the belt. Now maybe there is someone else who is willing to come out and give you a fight, but I'm out here to get my hands on my world championship. So how about you walk along and leave me to my business.

TBC by JC Styles

[boundfury]

Before JC Styles can respond to Batista's remarks, the tension between the two is interupted by "War"" by Sick Puppies hittings the PA and the familiar dimming lights with strobing red fills the arena. As expected, non other then Jake Benson makes his way out of the back wearing black jeans with a red t-shirt; in his hand he's wielding a microphone. He motions for the music to be cut as he walks calmly down the ramp, his trademark smirk on his face. The fans are having mixed reactions, not sure whether to rejoice over a long lost legend interupting the precedings or to pelt him with their hatred for him. Benson doesn't let them sway his mood either way, simply keeps his gaze on the two men in the ring.

Jake: What do we have here? An over blown party boy and a jacked up animal in the same ring, both trying to send a message to anyone who will listen in order to get their careers in gear. I know this would be quite a good start for JC Styles, but it wouldn't it be a downstep for a former World Champion like Dave Batista? Can a man who has dominated the WWE for so long honestly be forced to face off against the undercard when obviously there is vacan world championship to be won? Is it right to place a future Hall of Famer up against a man who I honestly have never seen hold a major championship?

Jake climbs up the metal steps and enters the ring, keeping his eyes on both men. Neither seems all that phased by what's been said. Benson's smirk broadens into a grin.

Jake: I honestly can say yes, it is. You see Dave, unlike the WWE you came from, this isn't the same ground where you were the top predator of the company. There is fresh blood, new prey, and a few supreme hunters. We all have something to prove, and we all want what you're claiming is already yours. You sound like a broken record "my world championship", "my world championship". STOP! It isn't your title, how could it ever be when it's obvious you're too afraid to even squash a fly like JC Styles.

JC goes to say something but Benson shoot him a glare.

Jake: The grown ups are talking, don't you have a kegger to be at?

Benson returns his attention to the smiling Batista.

Jake: Now I didn't wander out here just to talk a little smack and puff out my chest in a horrible attempt at intimidating anyone. I came out here cause I had this little flash of genius. You see, as everyone knows, I'm straight edge. I've been the straight edge saviour longer then CM Punk has been in the industry. Now that leads me to have a very heated look on drinking, partying and all that. JC Styles threw down a challenge and honestly, I figured why not take out the trash early, crush the ant before he can infect anyone else and move on to bigger and better prey. Then you came barroling out here and showed just how cowardly you are under those anabolic muscles. So it dawned on me....why don't I destroy JC Styles AND rip apart The Animal? What do you say there, Davy Boy? Are you willing to put your money where your mouth is? Or are you just gonna blow me off with some lame remarks, go on a rant about 'my world championship', and maybe to put a weak exclamation mark try to sucker punch yours truly?

Jake awaits a response

[Shane McMahon]

Before Batista or JC Styles could reply, "Here comes the money" starts playing over the arena, turning all three men's attention towards the stage where Shane McMahon was stepping out. His music quickly fades, however the fans continue to cheer. He raises his microphone and begins to speak towards the 3 individuals

Shane McMahon
"I see we've got some tension building out here, but I like that. And Batista, Mr. Benson is right. When my father was in charge, sure he saw something in you, he put you on the top of the mountain every chance he got. But this is a new company, and as far as I'm concerned, I don't see what it is that makes you so special. Yes, you're strong. Yes, you're powerful. But you're not a supreme technician, nor are you a high flyer. My father my have called this company "sports entertainment", but I respect wrestling for being wrestling. And now that I'm in charge, you can rest assured that I'm going to be weeding out the sports entertainment and bringing forth a new level of professional wrestling."

Shane lowers the mic as the crowd cheers. JC Styles and Benson nod their head in agreement and even offer a bit of an applause while Batista looks slightly irritated.

Shane McMahon
"But I'm not discrediting you completely Batista. You're a hit with the fans, you have been for years. And I am still a McMahon, so for business, I go where the money is. And right now, I'm seeing money. Unfortunately, my sister already booked Triple H for the World Title shot....go figure. However, opposite from Triple H, I'm going to put JC Styles. A guy who was very enthused about joining this company, a guy I see great potential in. Not to mention, a match against Triple H will only prove how hard you have to work to stay at the top of this company."

The crowd cheers again, while JC Styles is damn excited in the ring to have earned a title match.

Shane McMahon
"And that leaves you two. Since it already seems like neither Benson or Batista will be getting along. Why don't the two of you face off in a singles match on our NBC debut of Smackdown! But, that sounds a little too boring to me, so how about I up the ante. Whichever one of you two wins this match, will be the official number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship. Now how does that sound?"

The crowd cheers while Shane lowers his mic and waits for a response from any of the three individuals.

TBC by Jake Benson, Batista, or JC Styles

[jcstylespk]

(JC Styles - On Camera)
Looks over at Batista and Jake Benson and raises his mic. "Well, well, well. Batista looks who has a world championship match. The so called James Storm copy like. Ha shows how dumb animals really are." Looks at Shane. "Shane thank you for the honor to main event on the first smackdown I wont let you down." Looks over at Jake Benson. " Hey Jake do us all a favor. Shut the fuck up with your staight edge shit." Drinks some beer. "What you don't like that. To fucken bad its my life not yours. You say that you want to kick my ass. Well then fucken try it. You two batista. I'll give both of your asses the hangover." Looks at batista again. "You say I'm not in the league of world championship. Well Batisfat I am in that league. Matter of fact I'm a league above that. And on Smackdown when I beat Triple H. I will prove to both of you and the world that JC Styles is a big boy player. Now you two want to fight. Then lets go. But I wont be hold accountable on what happens to you two," Drinks the rest of the beer and drop it on the mat.

[boundfury]

Jake gets right up close to JC Styles, his eyes stuck in a fierce glare, nostrils flaring. Suddenly he grins wide and he brings the microphone to his lips.

Jake: Styles, I'll give you some credit. You have some balls, unfortunately they're not going to save you from me. I may not have a match against you, but that doesn't mean I can't crush you.

Styles gets ready for an attack, but Benson shakes his head slowly and backs off calmly.

Jake: Right now would be too easy to rip your limbs off and let your toxic blood flow. You are a target, but for now I'm going to save the onslaught for much bigger prey.

Benson looks over at Batista, his grin now vicious and his gaze thirsting for blood. Then he looks to Shane McMahon.

Jake: I'm sorry to say this Shane, but it looks like you'll be losing a percentage of the merchandising sales. Batista will not be walking out of SmackDown in any condition to appeal to these fans anymore.

Jake returns his attention to his foes.

Jake: I'll see both of you on SmackDown!

TBC by anyone