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As the last PRW show of 2017 rolls out; the stacked to the roof crowd in the United Center has been feeling the night so far. After Christmas Carnage, the landscape of PRW had changed and now on the eve of the new year; that bubbling sense of change was still ringing true and fresh. And as one last treat for 2017..
Coming out the back, Owens is not dressed for action; his arm still pressed to his chest in a sling. Unlike the last time he was seen though, his face looks less like abused beef; the swelling gone with just a slightly yellowing here and there to reveal the epic damage his face has endure just two weeks ago. His lips had heal and the staples largely gone. All that remains of that night, the only proof: his slung and bandaged arm and a large shiny piece of metal around his waist: the X-title.
Brunswick: And here comes the new X-champion: Alexander Owens. After going through a violent and gutwreching battle against the former champ, John Bane, at Christmas Carnage; Owens has returned.
Smith: Yeah but not all of him showed up. From the looks of it; Owens is pretty beat up. He has claimed he’ll just be out a month or so but seeing him in the flesh: is he being a little too generous?
Unaware of Doug’s doubt; Owens make his way to the ring; his face beaming amidst a shower of cheers and adulation. His performance earlier this month was a high point of the PPV and had already gained traction as a career defining performance for him. On the other hand that night also left a lot of questions up in the air; two of largest being what was next for both of the competitors. Recently Bane had answered his side of the equation; taking to the wind as he was prone to do in times of crisis and need for recollection. Owens on the other hand. He had said a few things but time changes all things and perhaps things had changed since he has last been heard from.
Walking up the steps; the man with the hunk of gold around his waist planned on answering these questions and setting some people’s minds at ease while lighting a fire under some other people’s asses. Owens did not take his position as champion lightly. He knew he now wore a promise; a debt to a man that had been a wonderful mentor and friend. He had to keep the change in motion. He had to shake the rafters; unstagnate the waters and keep the home fires burning. Tonight was his chance to set some kindling in preparation for the match he now wore around his waist. Grabbing a mic; Owens was here to talk to the masses; to hold a one side conversation with the boys in the back; to spit a little fire.
Owens: Hello Chicago. It is great to be out here. And despite the freezing weather; the faithful, the PRW faithful, have come to close the year out with a bunch of lots and crazies like us. And for that I; and everyone that gets live their dream because of people like you, we all thank you.
Owens is going a little cheap up front but hey...it’s 20 degrees too cold for his liking outside so a little easy warmth from the crowd was appreciated and it was honestly needed. Change was never easy. Despite barely recognize his new status as a champ; Owens already felt the burden; the weight of expectation it held.
Owens: Moving on; I just have to say *tapping the X-title with the mic* it good to be holding this and it even better getting to finally announce it...I DID IT! I got my name in the books! I added a little metal to my ledger! And man oh man...get I have to get my ass handed to me to get it. But never once, not in the past, not right now and I guarantee never in the future; would I want to take a different route. I made promise to myself I would end 2017 with golf around my waist and I keep that promise. I made a promise to all of you that I would not falter and let the politics and posh attitudes of some keep me from putting on the best match of the night every time I step out here. And most of all, I promised a man that I’d prove that in the end he could not break me, cower me, or beat me in a fair fight. And I did just that.
Looking out into crowd; Owens takes the X-title off his waist and brandish it for the crowd to see. To him this is the symbol of his struggle to be recognized; not by Nox,not by LeBlanc, not even Bane. No; to Owens, this title his now held aloft in the air was him recognizing himself as not just the hard riding hero that everyone wanted him to be. It was him making his own way and putting in the work to get there paying off. It wasn’t gimmick and smoke; some grand spectacle to behold. Owens; by his effort had earned the respect of the person that it mattered the most from: himself. Putting the title over his shoulder, he continued to speak
Owens: I took this title from Bane. I beat him bloody and broke his will to get back up; something that no one in this company has ever done and something that few men can likely lay claim to at all. And for that I want say one thing: thank you. I want to thank Bane, I want to thank those allowed me to be me and most of all I want to thank all of you. I want to thank you for saying along the journey. The road was dusty at time and full of twists and turns but all good odysseys are. And tonight; before all of you; I got my golden fleece
The crowd rumbles with cheers and Owens happily drinks it all in. He has tried to deny it before and even now he tries to downplay it just a little; but Owens feeds on this adulation; on their cheers and acceptance. It’s a simple currency; one that people like him; the modern age carrines all traded and piled in. Simple but precious; like a beautiful sunset and cool breeze on the back of crew of men on a cattle drive.
Owens: But not here to get a rub from all of you. As it probably not hard to tell; I’m gonna be out of commission for awhile. I might have beat Bane but he wasn’t the only loser. Five years ago I’d be out here telling all of you how much I appreciate this business then playing this title down in middle of the ring because it would be fair to make you all wait so long. But this is not that kind of moment. I may be out for now but blink and you miss my return because it gonna come on fast and when it does I can promise one thing: whoever decides they got the ambition to take the long ride with me for this title is gonna go for the longest one they ever taken.
Owens’s face get a little sterner as he continues on.
Owens: This title is not going anywhere. I’m not going anywhere. And despite the banged up and bandaged up wing; I’ll be around and I’ll be watching. We need life in this place. We need action around here. To face me, to get your hands on me, to have the chance to be a champion around here with a title that matters; you're gonna have to take the journey I took. You’re gonna have to fight; you’re gonna have struggle; you're gonna have to pay the ultimate price: blood,sweat and tears. Bring me the best you have PRW because come Bloodletting I plan on adding a few more names to the record book; all with the footnote: almost beat Alexander Owens.
Owens drops the mic and walks out the ring, his gauntlet laid out and his promise made. He may be gone for awhile but his influence; it was far from out of mind to those that cared enough to pay attention
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