Right as Shawn extends his hands, a loud gunshot sends shivers down the spine of everyone in attendance, including the three men in the ring. A few seconds after the shot, Where Did The Angels Go by Papa Roach begins to play as all the lights in the stadium turn gold, green, black, and purple. Jack Ammo steps out from backstage, wearing his ring gear, but a zip up hoodie, hood up and with every accomplishment Jack Ammo has ever done written on it. Jack also wields Laxus, his barbwired kendo stick in one hand, and a microphone in the other. He stands on the stage, tapping his stick lightly against his leg and lets the boos thunder out. When he raises the microphone to his mouth the music halts.
Jack: Fellas, fellas. You can’t talk about the chamber without this man! We all know who everyone’s pick is, we all know who is the most qualified, no matter what order we enter in. That man is Jack Ammo.
The crowd lets out another round of boos.
Jack: You are taking us lightly. I’m not afraid of any of the three of you. Celtic Dragon, who is already hurt and still has to deal with me tonight. You’ll be lucky to make it to the chamber next week, let alone walk out with the coveted prize.
Jack stops tapping Laxus on his leg and gently rests it upon his shoulder, still holding it in his right hand.
Jack: Shawn, old, wounded, Shawn. Your words were right. The best man will win. The BEST man. That’s me. I’ve proved it time and time again. I’ve triumphed over you for the Galactic Title once, while you needed help from ‘Rufus’ Defjam to take me on the first time. You’re also hurt, and still have a match tonight. I can’t say anything for Eternal, Carter, or whatever you want me to call you, but I’ve also faced you one on one in my twisted version of a chamber match, which I drilled you through the mat and I reclaimed my championship.
He snickers and starts walking down the ramp slowly, now moving his kendo stick to his side. Shawn, Carter, and Celtic are looking dead at him.
Jack: You’re think your plan of eliminating me and resting is a good plan. Odds are with your broken body, Shawn, I could eliminate you or beat you enough in 5 minutes that it might as well be considered a 1 on 1 when Carter enters. I’m not afraid of Carter, in fact, I know my skills surpass Carter’s. Then in comes Celtic, injured Celtic Dragon. Celtic who is injured going into a match with me tonight, will only exit in an even worse condition than when he stepped in. Then in comes Revolution. Where we won’t let you get just eliminated, oh no. That would be too easy and such a wasted opportunity. We will break your bones, disembowel your guts, and crush your very souls. It would be a shame if we didn’t.
Jack stops a few feet from the ring apron.
Jack: You three, men. Weak, battered, and broken already.
He raises Laxus and points at them.
Jack: Will soon be forgotten memories in the minds of feeble fans. A wasted recollection in the eyes of men, a broken dream in the hearts of women in children. A flame extinguished before it could really catch fire. Because.
Jack closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.
Jack: You men are not the first ones to underestimate Revolution, or Jack Ammo.
He cracks his neck and uses Laxus to point out the side of his hoodie.
Jack: These men did the same thing you guys are doing right now. You think you have a solid plan, but in reality have little, little, little knowledge of how it’ll go. Nemisis, VOX, Greenskull, Defjam. Men who stand before the power, the glory, the greatness known as Revolution, will fall like those before them.
Jack: I also have a little more knowledge. I’ve held the Galactic Championship three times, the same amount of how many times you guys have combined, and I’ve held it longer than you three combined. Me alone is better than you three, then add in Zip Logan, who has held it four times and longer than 40 weeks.
He moves to a different part of his hoodie.
Jack: While Eternal Eclipse, now Carter Blehbleh, and Shawn Vincent have won their only Galactic Championship off me, I was also the one to win it back off them. But that is knowledge that I’ve known, and in the back of your mind you just haven’t come to reality with yet, and those who don’t come to reality with what really happens, will lose due to not being prepared. Mentality is just as important as body strength.
Jack laughs a little.
Jack: This is a list of those that have fallen by Jack Ammo’s hands. Defjam, Naven “Carnage” X, Shawn Vincent, Zack Gunn, Eternal Eclipse, Zayn Necrosis, and many, many others have been figuratively beheaded by my hands. The list of victims from every match would be too long for a shirt, as well as Revolution’s victims. And you. Celtic.
He points Laxus at him.
Jack: You will just be another name on this list. It shocking how long 2 of the biggest names in GWA today, and possibly ever, took to collide, and it’s a damn shame I won’t be able to brag about your destruction entirely, as you’re already hurt.
Jack steps up on the apron.
Jack: How about us three make a bet, and play a game.
He begins to crack his neck and jump around, seemingly warming up.
Jack: The game is this. The game is also simple. Who of us will be the first to break in the chamber. I’ve wanted to know what your limits are, and I’m about to find out. So, what do you guys think. How about we find who will break first?
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