Golden Title: Pohatu vs. White Tiger

[Dave Masters]

Deadline is 3/11 6 PM Est, 11 PM UK.

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[White Tiger]

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['The Lightning' Pohatu]

The scene faded in on a light filled basement, the camera panning around until it came across a training ring. The apron had a black background, lightning bolts stretching from one side of it to the other. The ring ropes had a similar design, though it was barely seen with how well lit the basement was. Inside the ring, two very similar men were wrestling, the camera recognizing one to be ExWA’s very own Pohatu. Pohatu picked up the other man and scooped slammed him into the ground then glanced across the basement, spotting the camera man.

Pohatu: Take a water break, Makuta, we’ll train more in a little bit.

The other superstar, who’s name was obviously Makuta, briefly nodded then made his way up to his feet and slid out of the ring under the bottom of the rope, walking across the basement to a refridgerator and opened it, pulling out a blue gatorade and started to drink from it. Pohatu hopped out of the ring and grabbed a towel, wiping the sweat off his body as he walked torwards the camera man. As the cruiserweight got closer, it was shown that he was wearing a pair of pants that matched the design of the apron on the ring, the lightning bolts seeming to wrap around his legs, and his blonde hair was pulled up in a low pony tail. Pohatu reached behind the camera man and grabbed another towel, chucking it across the room to Makuta, who easily caught it, having already finished his Gatorade.

Pohatu: Man, what did I tell you about doing that? Those things aren’t cheap, you know! Sheesh...

The other cruiserweight tossed the empty Gatorde bottle into a near by recycling container, Pohatu rolling his eyes before facing the camera man again.

Pohatu: Hey Lou, long time no see. Did Mr. Masters and Mr. Jones finally decide to re-hire you after Winter fired you then disappeared?

Pohatu chuckled and shook hands with his personal camera man as he said ‘yeah’. Pohatu glanced across the basement to Makuta, who was starting to take another Gatorade out of the refridgerator.

Pohatu: Makuta! I said to take a water break, not to pig out on Gatorades! If you keep drinking those things like that, you won’t be able to train properly and Voorhees WILL bury you at Legacy of Supremacy!

Makuta made a face at Pohatu then closed the refridgerator door, heading back torwards the training ring, audibly grumbling as he did so. Pohatu shook his head then made a motion at Lou before turning around and heading back torwards the ring himself. The camera man followed, watching as Pohatu hopped up onto the apron and cleared the bottom rope, rolling to pop up to his feet. Lou used the steps and set the camera up on the ring post of that corner, Pohatu already starting to stretch out, though he looked torwards the camera as he did so.

Pohatu: Well, I guess I have some explaining to do. In case you havent’ figured it out by now, this is my cousin, Makuta. Yes, a few monthes ago I did say I was him, but that was before I was really considered competition. When Tiger and me won that tag team match and we found out that we were facing each other for the Golden Title...well, I thought it would be a good idea to come clean with the fans. To all my fans, I sincerely apologize

Pohatu stopped his stretching and bowed down, tilting his head downward as Makuta crossed his arms over his chest, some of his black hair framing his face. The two-time BTWF Television Champion went over and patted his cousin on the back, Pohatu standing up as he felt that.

Makuta: Hey, don’t worry about it. I actually find it to be rather funny. You, a high profile superstar, saying that your me, some lowly jobber. Anyway, let’s get back to training, we both need it for the upcoming matches.

Pohatu nodded and went over to the corner that was oppisite of the camera, Makuta moving into the corner that the camera was set up. Lou took this as his que and pull the camera off the corner post and walked down the steps, moving to a spot beside the ring to watch the two cruiserweights wrestle. The two started to inch forward, looking they were about to tie up, but a beeping sound was heard. Lou panned around until he found the source of the beeping, which was a black bag that had streaks of white and gray all over it. Lou panned back around as a sigh was heard, showing it to be Makuta as he slipped out of the ring under the bottom rope and walked across the floor to the bag. The cruiserweight squatted down and opened up the bag, digging around inside of it a bit before he pulled out a pager, looking at the screen for a few seconds before he pressed a button, silencing it and tossing it back inside. Makuta zipped the bag shut again and grabbed the straps, standing up and placing the bag across his shoulders.

Makuta: Sorry, Pohatu, I have to go. Blade just called a meeting for all the cruiserweights of the BTWF. I might be getting my shot after all

Pohatu: Alright. Remember that offer I gave you before Lou arrived, though.

Makuta nodded and waved at Pohatu then at Lou as he headed up the stairs, a door being heard opening and closing a few seconds later. Pohatu climbed out of the ring and sat down on the steps, looking at the ground as he sighed, his hands clasped in front of him, as if deep in thought. Finally Pohatu raised his head up, looking over at Lou.

Pohatu: There’s only so much a superstar like me can do. When I first joined BTWF, I wasn’t taken seriously, ever. I split off, formed NWFG, and the only people I got were Maxwell Connors, Shady, The Tiger, and other people who were feeling sorry for me. So I let that crumble and went back to BTWF. I still wasn’t taken seriously, even though Brian Blade put me into the Tournament of Gods. I was eliminated in the first round by Darson Grays, though I showed everybody that footage of that and the aftermath of it on the Thunder Reel before we faced nWo. I was beaten to a bloody pulp, and yet I refused to stay out of it permanently. I ressurected the GWF, which had been dead for a good half a year and started getting superstars the next day. I know my federation held a lot of promise that time because superstars from BTWF came to my federation. Apolo, The Heat, Shadow Starr, Dark Angel...but then, I made on grave mistake. I approached Brian Blade and suggested that we have our two federations combined into one giant one. He told me to back to GWF and ask what my superstars thought about it, and he would do the same.

Pohatu looked like he was about to continue, but he raised a hand up to his mouth, coughing briefly before lowering his hand back down, shaking his head once.

Pohatu: Sorry ‘bout that. Anyway, when I went back and asked my employees what they thought about it, and pretty muchly all of them said no, the same going for the BTWF superstars. With how my superstars were acting, I thought I mine as well go back to the BTWF and see if I had stayed out of the competition long enough for me to be a serious competitor. When I went back, Apolo also went back, and I was originally booked to go against that giant on NeoFighters, the jobber show that Blade had set TT as the General Manager of. At the very last moment, and I mean very last second, Blade called the match off. Still haven’t found out why to this day, but that doesn’t matter. What does matter is that the very next week, a huge announcement by Steve Twist and Big Daddy would help me to get the respect I deserved. In that announcement...I was put into the Gaia Championship Double Chance event, where there would be a few elimination style matches. I was always the last one eliminated, and yet Blade never seemed to notice it, seeing as how I never got another shot at the title. Instead, I got stuck into tag teaming with that numbskull, Apolo. Him and me beat the Kings of Chaos, the resident jobber tag team, but then because of his stupidity, we lost against the tag team champions.

(TBC)

['The Lightning' Pohatu]

Pohatu stood up on the steps and jumped up onto the top turnbuckle that was nearest him, squatting down before he leaped forward, flipping once as if he were doing a Shooting Star Press, but he landed on his feet in the center of the ring, turning to stare straight into the camera lens.

Pohatu: After that match, I left the BTWF, signing up with the JWA. In the time of the transition, I dropped down from 235 to 215 so that I would be able to compete better. After I had delievered my status sheet to Shane Powers and Winter Sanderson, I started wondering around backstage and came across the sign up sheet for the Inter-Promotional Battle Royale. I, of course, signed up, thinking that I would come into the buisness the usual way, but boy was I in for a surprise. In the Battle Royale, I was involved in most every elimination right up to when Deranged and Virus teamed up briefly to take me out. Two men, one of them twice as big as me weight wise, was what it took to eliminate me from my debut PPV. Two heavyweights to take out one cruiserweight! The next week I faced Kwaiden and beat him. Management gave me the next week off, scheduling instead a round table discussion between Deranged and me. Deranged never showed up. The week after that, I faced the self-proclaimed ‘monster’ Deranged...and won.

Pohatu seemed to think about that win, going over and leaning against the ropes that were closest to Lou. The cruiserweight’s eyes were glazed over in thought as he leaned against the ropes, staying this way for a few moments before he seemed to come back down to reality.

Pohatu: But then I faced that slimebag, Virus, at...was it Payback, Lou? I think so. Anyway, I faced Virus in a Ultimate X match...and lost. All because that whimp of a wrestler couldn’t wrestle fairly after having chokeslammed his brother, Crash, and his manager, Higgins. Just as I was about to grab the Universal Title, those douchebags Respawn and Shane O’Riley came out and shook the the scaffold enough that I fell, which stunned me long enough for Virus to get up and climb the corner and shimmey the rope to grab the Universal title. I got my revenge after the match, knocking all three of them out before I went to the backstage area, ticked off beyond belief. It wasn’t only because I lost against Virus, it was because of Tiger not keeping his word and coming out and keeping O’Riley and Respawn busy whilst I grabbed the Universal title. I forgave him, even going as far as forming a tag team with him. Together, him and me beat the team of The Deadly Alliance, who had just beat Ryan Pileg and whoever his partner was for the tag titles. We won those tag titles the first time, just as we did with the tag titles here at ExWA.

Pohatu leaned back then hopped over the top rope, dropping to the ground below, landing in a squattion position. He slowly stood up and shook himself out before walking over to Lou, the cruiserweight’s eyes transfixed on the camera lenz.

Pohatu: But then my temper got the best of me at JWA, and we did retain the JWA tag team titles at Final Destination...though I was pretty muchly hated by the audience. I had turned my back on Tiger, and basically took on The Deadly Alliance on my own. But then JWA crumbled, and everybody went over to ExWA. I was one of the last people to finally come over. Why was that, you ask? Two, main reaons. I was rethinking about my career choice, and because I was helping my cousin, Makuta, train since he had just returned to the BTWF. I finally made up my mind and followed my fellow superstars to ExWA..and got booked into a title match for the Deathmatch championship. I confronted Dave backstage and managed to talk him out of it, saying that I refused to compete for a title that any wrestler and his grand mother could snatch from me backstage. He agreed, though he got his revenge on me at the House Show by booking The Tiger and me against the team of Abyss and Chronic. Tiger and me got our butts handed to us...but it also brought back our friendship. After that loss, we went on to face Draven and Senor Gomez to win the ExWA Universal tag team titles, knocking both of them out of the run for the Golden Title. And now, it’s him versus me at Quest for Gold, the Golden title on the line.

Pohatu sighed and made a motion torwards one side of the basement, Lou nodding before heading off torwards there. As the camera man got closer, it was seen that there was a couch and some chairs and bean bags set up. Lou quickly went over and grabbed one of the chairs, moving it in front of the couch, setting up the camera on a tripod that he pulled out of his bag. While Lou was setting up his camera, Pohatu sat down on the couch with a sigh, shaking his head as thoughts obviously began to race through his head. Lou gave him the all clear sign as he finally sat down, Pohatu nodding and straighening up a bit.

Pohatu: Actually, Lou...head down to the arena. It’s time I talked to my Lightning Bolts face to face.

Lou let out a frustrated sigh and proceeded to decontstruct, even going so far as to turn off the camera. The last thing that was seen before the feed cut out was Pohatu getting up, a cocky smile on his face. Within a few seconds, the feed switched to the X-TremeZone arena, panning around until the camera found the announcers of this show; Irvin Fury and Teddy Speaks

Irvin Fury: Well, just a few moments ago we heard from ‘The Lighting’ Pohatu, going into a bit of history with us and how it’s all lead up to his upcoming match against The White Tiger at Quest for Gold.

Teddy Speaks: That we did. And, if I heard him correctly before the feed cut out, he’s going to be coming out here any minute now!

Irvin Fury raised a hand up to his ear, seeming to be listening to something before a grin spread across his face.

Irvin Fury: For once, Teddy, your right. Pohatu is on his way to the entrance ramp now!

Just when the fans thought that Pohatu’s theme song was going to start up....a bunch of technicians with huge props ran down the ramp. They unrolled the covering for the props as they reached the ring, slipping inside and quickly setting everything up until the fans recognized the set up.

Teddy Speakers: Not only is Pohatu going to come out here and speak to the fans, but he’s doing it in the style known as the Thunder Reel!

Irvin Fury: Pohatu sure knows how to call the fans to him, eh?

Before Teddy could answer Irvin, the X-TremeVision came to life with the all too wellknown entrance video of Pohatu.



Fred Elliot: Coming down to the ring at this time, weighing in at 215 pounds, standing six feet tall, one half of the Universal Tag Team Champions....’THE LIGHTNING’ POHATU!

The odd sounding opening of Numb/Encore by Linkin' Park, featuring Jay-Z, hit the sound opening, the lights slowly dimming down as everybody's eyes turned to the entrance, obviously wanting to see the entrance for the next wrestler. As Jay-Z was heard saying 'thank you' over the PA system, a figure stepped out at the top of the ramp, only his silhoutte being able to be seen from the lighting in the entrance.

Can I get an encore, do you want more?

As that was heard, the small bursts of pyros were blasted all over the arena, the lights starting to come back as the song picked up it's pace. As the asking for an encore was heard again, the lights snapped back on, showing Pohatu to be standing there. He grinned a bit then threw his arms up to the crucifix positioning, the crowd burst into cheers as they saw the cruiserweight, obviously loving him.

Now what the hell are you waiting fooor?

Pohatu slowly walked down the ramp, yellow bursts of pyros going off on either side of him. As he reached the ring he glanced around, a bit of a grin coming to his face. He took a couple of steps backwards then leaped up onto the apron, lightning bolts streaking down from the ceiling and striking each turnbuckle. As Jay-Z's sigh was heard over the system, Pohatu threw himself over the top rope and landed in the center of the ring, walking to the center of the ring with a bit of a bounce in his step. As soon as Poahtu reached the center of the ring, Fred Elliot willingly turned over his microphone, going over to the northern set of ropes and rolled out under the bottom one, taking his seat beside Irvin and Teddy. Pohatu glanced around then sat on one of the stools that had been brought by the technicians when they were setting up for the Thunder Reel, the cruiserweight seeming to think about what to say next. He finally raised the microphone up to his lip after about half a minute, everybody in the arena having quieted down by then.

(TBC)

['The Lightning' Pohatu]

Pohatu: When Tiger and me originally won that tag team title match a few weeks ago, I thought it was going to be him versus me versus the winner of the Golden title tournament. Then I decided to make sure and talked to Dave Masters...only to find out it's going to be just The Tiger VS Pohatu. Talk about a huge surprise. Here I was, training as if I was going to be in a triple threat, and I find out it's going to be singles match. I was actually kind of looking forward to a Triple Threat, too. It would've been a perfect time for Tiger and me to show off our skills as a tag team, and then I could've beat the crap out of him and pin him one, two, three in the middle of the ring.

The audience laughed a bit as the cruiserweight lowered the microphone down from his lips, a cocky smile on his face. Pohatu twirled the microphone between his fingers slowly, watching the audience as he did so. After the audience calmed down about half a minute later, the cruiserweight raised the microphone back up to his lips, beginning to speak again.

Pohatu: The last time I defended a title in a singles match...I lost. As some of you probably remember, that title defense was against none other then one of the Dead Man wannabes, Shadow. Yes, I lost because that slimeball Virus came in and Shut Down Chokeslammed me, and then Shadow capitialized by landing his Cerebus Slam thing then locked in that Double Boston Crab of his. Turned out I had passed out either while he had locked in the hold or before then. And then, back at First Blood...Tiger got eliminated by Shadow in the hellish structure that is known by the name of the Golden Elimination Chamber. But now both him and me are stronger now. You want proof that? Like I said at the beginning of the Thunder Reel, Tiger and me beat the tag team that was known as Senor Gomez and the new comer, Draven. Senor Gomez, quite possibly one of the best people we have in this federation has now lost to The Tiger...TWICE! Draven, supposedly the man who 'killed' the legend that is Ric Flair, lost to us. But now...Tiger and me have to face each other again.

Pohatu looked like he was about to continued, but he stopped, lowering the microphone down from his lips and closing his eyes, taking a few deep breathes before raising the microphone back up to his lips.

Pohatu: After Nature lost to the nWo, I began to briefly question our strength...until I realized that everybody in Nature just hadn't really gotten together and discussed the game plan. Tiger and me won't have to worry about that at Quest for Gold, because it's going to be a one on one match up. Mr. Masters, Mr. Jones, I hoping your listening to this next part. If ANYBODY, and I do mean anybody, from the locker room interferes during the Golden Title match, I want a one on one match up with them at the next X-TremeZone. If they're from ActionZone, I'll take them on their own show. I don't care who it is, but nobody will get away with interfering, even if it's The Corpse himself. And...

Familiar Voice: Hey, get out of the ring! It's my turn!

The camera panned around just as Rusty came out at the top of the ramp, a microphone in hand. Rusty tromped on down the ramp, chewing on his lower lip slowly as he walked. The heavyweight wrestler used the steel steps to enter the ring, stepping over the middle rope with one leg and swung his head through, bringing his other leg in with the motion. Rusty walked over to Pohatu and looked like he was about to begin yelling at him, but Pohatu stopped him.

Pohatu: Ah, Rusty, calm down. I was going to call you out to the ring in about another five minutes, but I suppose your interview could start now.

Rusty's face changed from looking mad to a look of happiness. Pohatu motioned to one of the stools and Rusty nodded, quickly moving to sit down on one of the stools, adjusting the way he was sitting a couple of times before finally seeming to get comfortable.

Pohatu: Well, Rusty, as most everybody here knows, you defeated the legend that was Ric Flair. How come you gave the title back to management in place of keeping it for yourself?

Rusty seemed to think about that for a second, even having a thoughtful look on his face before he finally raised the microphone up to his lips.

Rusty: Well, Pohatu, the main reason was that I was unhappy with Ric Flair being the champion, just like most people here. So I made that deal with management in hopes that Johnny Magnum would pick up the title, but he didn't.

Pohatu nodded, seeming to think before he finally spoke again.

Pohatu: I don't know if you've noticed, but you still have of yet to be defeated. Like I just mentioned, you defeated the 'Nature Boy' Ric Flair, and then you went on to defeat Bryan Stinberg. What do you think are your chances of getting a Golden title shot in the future with a record like that?

That grin on Rusty's face just increased in size, making it all too obvious Rusty was liking the question.

Rusty: Dave Masters and Mr. Jones know that if I wanted to, I could beat everybody on the X-TremeZone roster in one night, but I decided I wouldn't go on a spree like that since it would ruin the buisness. As for future Golden title shots...well, that'll depend really. If you win, Pohatu, you could tell management that you want to give me a shot. If Tiger wins, he could do the same thing.

Pohatu nodded, chewing on his lip before seeming to come to a decision.

Pohatu: Well, I'm afraid that's all I have to ask you, Rusty. Stay out of trouble.

Rusty nodded then waved, letting his microphone drop to the ground as he stepped off his stool, then walked over to the edge of the ring, exitting the same way he had entered. The heavyweight wrestler slowly walked up the ramp, waving and exchanging some high fives with some of the fans before disappearing backstage. Pohatu watched Rusty go then turned to look at the audience agan, raising the microphone up to his lips.

Pohatu: The White Tiger...my best friend, and yet at Quest for Gold, he’s going to be my worst enemy. Let's take a look into the past of The White Tiger, shall we? He has had many, many, world title shots. But, did he ever win? No. He faced Big Daddy, one on one, and lost. He faced Maxwell Connors before a PPV to determine the Number One Contender to the World title...and lost. Tiger lost to 'The Savior' Steve Twist, Omega Prison, and I believe even Darson Grays. At PCW, he faced their now World Champion, Nick Ledgerwood, in a Gauntlet match...and lost. Want to know what this tells me? Tiger isn't destined to hold the top title, where as...I am. In my first World title match, my very first one, which took place in a Hell in a Cell...I became the World Heavyweight Champion. Of course, there's only one person in the entire ExWA roster that witnessed it. Who is that man? He is...'The National Icon' Tony Lee. How did he witness it, you ask? Well...he was the one that got his butt handed to him in order for me to become the World Champion.

The audience is shocked by this, obviously unable to believe that a jobber like Tony Lee would even get a World title shot, let alone against somebody with as much talent like Pohatu. The cruiserweight in the ring nodded, a smug grin on his face, though it became a thoughtful look as he lowered the microphone and went over to one side, calling a technician over. He exchanged a few words with him before the technician went over to the time keeper, exchanging a few words with him before the time keeper reached under the table, pulling out a title. The technician took this title over to Pohatu, who nodded his thanks and walked back to the center of the ring, placing the title on his shoulder. He let the audience look at the title for a little bit before he raised the microphone back up to his lips.

Pohatu: This is the CWA World Heavyweight Championship. No, not a duplicate version like what some of you people out there in the stands probably have of the Golden title. I left CWA with this title in hand, and I haven't looked back since. Why did I leave, you ask? Simple. Management tried screwing me over by booking me in a handicap Buried Alive match, my title going to whoever managed to bury me. I said screw it and left, not even being as kind as to give them their title back. So, if you really wanted to get technical...I'm undefeated in World title matches, and that streak isn't stopping at Quest for Gold.

The audience nodded, giving a bit of a cheer for this. Pohatu looked out at them, obviously questioning if they meant it or not before he simply shrugged, taking the title off his shoulder and tossing it back out to the time keeper. The time keeper caught it and put it back underneath the table, nodding a bit at Pohatu, who nodded back. Pohatu seemed to think about it for a bit before he went back over to his stool and sat down, nodding a bit before beginning to speak again.

(TBC)

['The Lightning' Pohatu]

Pohatu: Tiger...you claim to be the 'King of the Cage'...and yet you lost against Shadow in the cage match, you lost in the Elimination Chamber, and you lost in the first Garden of Evil at BTWF. Yes, you did win in your first cage match, and you did win against Demon in that cage match. But, compare those small ones to the big ones you lost. Do you really think you hold up to your name? Maybe I should make a request with management to make this a cage match where the only way to win is through pin/submission? Then everybody here could see if you really deserve the title you've given yourself or not. But, before I do that, I have yet another person to interview. The one, the only...'THE NATURE BOY' RIC FLAIR!

A collection of shocked gasps was heard from the audience as the first trumpet fanfare bit of Ric Flair's entrance was heard. As the drums started to rumble through the arena, Flair was seen walking out at the top of the ramp, taking large, exagerated steps, a huge grin on his face. As he reached the edge of the entrance stage, right where it connected with the ramp, a loud 'WOOOOO!' was heard from the old man. Some of the older fans who knew Flair for all the titles he had held let out a 'WOOO!' of their own, Flair grinning as heard that and started walking down the ramp, his blue robe robe swinging out about his legs as he walked. Pohatu had a bit of a grin on his face as he watched Flair, the older wrestler having reached the ring and now made hi way over to the steel steps, using them to get up onto the apron. Flair walked along the apron slowly, seeming a bit unsure of something until he finally leaned down, bringing his leg over the middle rope slowly as he slipped into ring. As Flair stood up inside the ring, that grin of his returned to his face as he let out another loud 'WOOO!', getting another 'WOO!' from the audience for it. Flair walked a bit farther into the ring, Pohatu having stood up and met the senior wrestler in the middle of the ring, exchanging a handshake before leading him to one of the other stools and motioning for him to sit on it, which he did. Pohatu grabbed one of the other stools and pulled it over closer to Flair as the veteran wrestler’s theme song died out.

Pohatu: Ric, first off, I’d thank to sincerely thank you for coming out of retirement for this interview. To be able to talk one on one with a seventeen time World Champion has got to be one of the greatest honors in the world. Well, besides breaking his record of course.

Ric Flair chuckled a bit at the cruiserweight’s statement, shaking his head from side to side before raising the microphone up to his lips.

Ric Flair: It’s nothing, Pohatu, really. So, what’d you want to talk to me about?

Pohatu: Well, as you probably already know, I’m facing The Tiger at Quest for Gold. The only time you ever really faced him was in the Golden Elimination Chamber at First Blood, but you never really got your hands on him. Did he look like he really performed quite well?

Ric Flair: Well, besides the fact that he only pleaded for his life instead when he was about to get chokeslammed, instead of reversing it...yes, he did perform very well inside the Elimination Chambr. But he didn’t quite step up to the hype he had given himself with that Cage match loss against Shadow just a month later.

Pohatu: That’s very true. Kind of makes one question if he’s really the King of the Cage, eh? Anyway, instead of defending your title against The Tiger that very next week, you elected to wait it out and faced Johnny Magnum at Vertigo. Which is where, if you don’t mind my mentioning, that you did indeed make Magnum tap out. How does it feel to have made your team mate tap out, and then find out that you didn’t get the Golden title?

Ric Flair: I was ticked off, as anybody would be...but then I had to refocus my attention because of that worthless scum bag, Senor Gomez. Instead of waiting in line to face me like most everybody else was doing, he decided to try and cheap shot me...and then management punished ME by taking Magnum’s tag team title and giving it to Senor Gomez. Unfortunately, that one weird dude, Draven, came in and knocked me out of the competition and took up my title.

Pohatu: I heard you talked to The Tiger a little earlier and told him about me possibly trying to get it changed to a cage match. In all honestly, who do you think would win if it was made into a cage?

Ric Flair: Well, it would just depend on who was in better condition, which is something you really h ave since your only in ExWA. Tiger IS the King of the Cage, but he lost in the Golden Elimination Chamber, in his cage match against Shadow, and, if I read into Tiger’s history correctly…he LOST in the Garden of Evil. That’s three types of cage matches he’s lost in. And he had that ladder match just barely a few days ago, I’m really not sure if he can handle taking you on, and then follow it up with facing Shady in a cage match on Friday. But, if he can…more power to him.

Pohatu nodded a bit, seeming to like how Flair had answered.

Pohatu: Well, thanks for coming in for this interview, Flair. Hope you decide to buy Quest for Gold so that you can watch The Tiger and me steal the show.

Ric Flair: Oh, you better bet that I’m buying the PPV. There’s too many good matches going on for me NOT to buy it.

Pohatu chuckled softly and stood up as the veteran wrestler also stood up, exchanging a handshake before Flair went over to the ropes, exiting the same way he had before as Pohatu went and sat on his stool again.

Pohatu: In all reality, I don’t have that much more to say….But Tiger, you really have to wonder if I should ask Dave and Jones if I should change it to a cage match or not. When I won my World title, I won it inside a Hell in a Cell, one of the most brutal match types ever invented. A cage is nothing compared to a Cell match. But then again, facing off in a regular one on one match would really show who is the better wrestler, instead of who is the better weapon user. Tiger…may the best man at Quest for Gold.

Pohatu seemed to think for a second longer before shaking his head, tossing his microphone to the technicians at ring side as a few others rolled into the ring, beginning to take down the props for the Thunder Reel as Numb/Encore hit the speaker system again, Pohatu making his way across the ring. He exited by sliding underneath the bottom rope, slowly walking up the ramp as huge, yellow bursts of pyros exploded on either side of him. At the top of the ramp, the cruiserweight paused, as if thinking about what to do next. After a few seconds, the cruiserweight spun around, throwing his arms out to the crucifix positioning, yellow sparks exploding from the top of the X-TremeVision as he did that. When the sparks had cleared, ‘The Lightning’ Pohatu was nowhere to be seen.

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