Mount Greenwood Studios - Promoter Joshua Levinson
FRONTIER MADNESS
(FADEIN to the sun setting on Chicago. The camera pans to the stunning Chicago skyline, where the combination of skyscrapers and the inspiring sunset make for quite a set. The camera then pans over the city slowly.)
(CUTTO: The Mount Greenwood Television Studios, where a marquee flashes under the familiar sign says: "NOW TAPING... FWF FRONTIER MADNESS... ")
(CUTTO: Inside the Mount Greenwood Television Studios, where fans are screaming in anticipation of the event. The grandstands are packed again, and a few people are holding signs of various wrestlers, including "LARS IS GOD," "WHERE'S ASYLUM?" and "SAGE = REAL CHAMP." The usual amazing lighting display is above the ring, and after a few minutes of panning the crowd, the camera cuts away to the interview area, where Tony Ross and Jake Shades are standing in front of a large, black screen with a huge, golden FWF logo on it with microphones in hand.)
TONY ROSS: "Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen, to the second episode of Frontier Madness, coming to you from Mount Greenwood Television Studios in Chicago, Illinois, and I must say, tonight looks to be another VERY entertaining evening full of your favorite FWF superstars!"
LADY VERONICA: "The fans are definitely in for a treat tonight."
JAKE SHADES: "Who're you two kidding? The fans came to see Gladiator destroy Black Sage and take the National Title back home to Doc. I mean, c'mon. You really think the fans care about Lars Magellan or Ulysis Solian?"
TR: "Well, Jake, you're off to a quick start insulting the FWF talent. But one match that everyone is DEFINTELY anticipating is that match-up between FWF National Champion, and, in my eyes, and the eyes of many others, the REAL Champion of the FWF, Black Sage, defend his title against Gladiator."
JS: "Oh, come off it, Tony. Sage can claim to be the real champ all he wants, but until he beats Anarky, he's playing second fiddle! Now lemme ask YOU a question here, Tony! If Gladiator beats Sage tonight, does that make him better than Anarky?"
LV: "Good... question... "
TR: "Well, I never thought about it, but according to Sage... I would say so, yes! Also in tonight's featured match-ups, Licensed to Kill takes on Nick Kurtel and JD Badluck!"
JS: "The fans can't get enough of JD. Ever since he dropped that stupid Spider Man gimmick, thank God. What kind of a name IS JD Badluck, anyway?"
LV: "Why don't you mind your own business, Jake?"
TR: "What kind of a name is Jake Shades?"
JS: "The coolest kind of name somebody can have."
TR: "Riiiiiight. Also tonight, we will see former Extreme Champion Suicide King take on Lars Magellan. I wonder if Lars is over his delusions of being undefeated yet?"
LV: "I certainly hope so. It gets tiresome of listening to him ramble on and on about his amazing streak."
JS: "All I know is that Gladiator must've knocked something loose that night he beat Lars. Sure, Lars may have been a few cards few of a deck before, but, c'mon. The man is NOT in touch with reality."
TR: "Reminds me of a certain color commentator I know."
JS: "Veronica?"
LV: "He was talking about you, numbskull!"
TR: (sighs) "Also in action tonight will be the FWF World Heavyweight Champion, Anarky, new FWF Frontier Champion Jobber, Golem, the return of FWF superstar Scott Allen, and the debut of "Suicide" Ulysis Solian."
JS: "Great. Another Suicide? I'm sure THAT won't ever get confusing."
LV: "Would you give it a rest, Jake? Do you EVER stop complaining?"
TR: "Save your breath, Veronica. Well, without any further adieu, let's get down to ringside for our first bout!"
(The FWF announcer, Paul Kramer, stands in the ring with the microphone, waiting for fan noise to die down a bit.)
PAUL KRAMER: "Ladies and Gentlemen, the first contest of the night is scheduled for ONE FALL and has a FIFTEEN MINUTE TIME LIMIT. Introducing first, already in the ring, from Saudi Arabia... weighing in at a whopping 347 pounds and standing at six foot one, heee isssss ALLLIIIIIIIII BUBBAAAAAAA!!!"
(The fans give an absolutely tepid response, with a few people clapping that this guy even has the audacity to show up. He's wearing a turban on his head, which he takes off. He has bronzen skin, and wears red wrestling pants with gold boots, and a gold sache over his chest. He is in horrible shape, and looks like he'd have trouble fitting through a normal size doorway.)
PK: "And his opponent! From the Burrough of Bronx, in New York! Standing at six foot three and weighing in at 225 pounds... (CUEUP: "The Ghost of Tom Joad" by Rage Against The Machine) SUIICIIIIIIIDE... ULYSISSSSSSSS SOLLLLIIIIIIANNNNNN!!!!"
(Some fans give a decent round of applause while others boo him. Many don't seem to know who he is, or care, for that matter. A man walks out from behind the curtain, dressed in a long, black leather trenchcoat, a black leather detective hat, and a white mask wth a black, futuristic looking 'S' on it. Solian climbs into the ring and removes the hat and trenchcoat to reveal a large tattoo of a dragon spiralling around his body, going from his wrist, to his ankle, with much of it missing from view under his white wrestling gi.)
TR: "This will be Ulysis Solian's first match here in the FWF, and not much is known about this mysterious stranger. In his bio, it says that he travels from league to league, and that wrestling is the only thing he enjoys."
JS: "Oh, enough of the biography, Ross. If we wanted that crap, we'd watch A&E! And as we all know, Ross, nobody actually WATCHES A&E, do they?"
TR: "Uhm... "
LV: "I do!"
JS: "Yeah, right."
(Bell rings.)
TR: "And the match is underway! Ali Bubba comes charging out of his corner, directly at "Suicide" Ulysis Solian, but Solian EASILY jumps out of the way, and Bubba slams HARD into the turnbuckle! The ring SHAKES with the force of that leap!"
JS: "Of course it does, Ross! Look at the man! He eats for twelve!"
TR: "Bubba turning around, and OH MAN! Solian with a DEVASTATING reverse crescent kick, and Bubba is out on his back! Solian not wasting time, and he's got the leg of Bubba, and he's WRENCHING that thing. Good strategy here by Solian, Jake. He obviously knows that if he can keep the big man down, he stands a much better chance."
JS: "If he can't beat Ali Bubba, Ross, then he might as well go home right now!"
LV: "He'll take care of him, Jake. Don't you worry about that!"
TR: "The ref now telling Solian to back off as Ali Bubba meanders to his feet. But Solian wasn't wasting time while he waited! Solian off the ropes, and he's running full fledged at Ali Bubba now - Spinning Heel Kick, but NO! Bubba caught him! And POWERBOMB by Bubba! The cover! One! T-NO WAY! Solian kicks out with AUTHORITY, and now he's back up, and look at him go!"
JS: "He looks like Jackie Chan in there! Fists of lightning!"
LV: "You about to break into song, Jake?"
TR: "Solian is REALLY laying into Bubba here, and Ali isn't conditioned for this kind of match."
JS: "He's not conditioned to get out of bed!"
TR: "Ali trying to push him away, but there's no way that's gonna happen! Solian now with a standing dropkick and Bubba goes down in the center of the ring! Wow! Solian just LEAPT up to the top rope faster than you can say Fa- "
JS: "Please, Ross! We don't have all day with the analogies."
TR: "Solian from the top rope... measuring him... SUICIDE LEGDROP. And Bubba felt that one! He's still shaking!"
LV: "A very impressive move by this newcomer! I can tell that he has a bright future ahead of him!"
TR: "Suicide picking up Ali, and he backs him into the corner. He lays in with a reverse knife edge! And another! And ANOTHER! Bubba slumps down into the corner, and Solian is slowly backing up, and he charges in with a spinning backhand knuckle! He caught him right in the kisser!"
JS: "I bet that's about the only action Ali Bubba gets on his kisser all YEAR."
TR: "Could we PLEASE stay on the action here, Jake?"
JS: "That's YOUR job, Ross. So DO it."
LV: "How do you put up with this guy?"
TR: "Don't ask... Solian dragging Bubba out of the corner by the leg, and now he drops an elbow on Bubba, and it looks like this one might be over already!"
JS: "Thank God. Bring on Gladiator! Bring on the BLOOD!"
TR: "Suicide calling for his finisher, and he picks up Bubba - VERTICAL SUPLEX! What power and determination this must be for this young athlete! What the-!? Suicide just released him, jumped up, completed and head scissors and further slammed Bubba's head into the ring! That must be the SUICIDE SCREWDRIVER."
JS: "Boy, that fun fact sheet in front of you really helps, huh, Ross? How come they never tell ME anything?"
TR: "Because, Jake, you don't care. Solian with the cover! ONE! TWO! THREEEE!"
(Bell rings as the ref holds up "Suicide" Ulysis Solian's hand. CUEUP: "The Ghost of Tom Joad" by Rage Against The Machine.)
PK: "Your winner.... "SUUIIICCIIIIIIIDE.... ULYSISSSSS SSOOOLLIAAAANNNNNN!"
(The fans give a decent pop for the match. Solian makes his way over to Ross for the post-match interview.)
TR: "Ladies and gentlemen, it gives with great honor to be interviewing this young wrestler. Now, Mr. Solian, it seems that after months and months of negotiation, Presidents LeBron and Malec finally came to terms with you to come to the FWF. On behalf of all in the FWF, welcome "Suicide" Ulysis Solian."
SUICIDE ULYSIS SOLIAN: "Thank you Mr. Ross. It is a pleasure to be here to wrestle at such a great federation as FWF... " (Suicide takes out a cigar from his gi pants and lights it with a Zippo)
TR: "It seems as though you may be a hot commodity in the FWF. Have you thought about joining up with anybody?"
US: "Well, honestly, I could care less. I came here to the FWF, and for one reason only: wrestling. Many come here to win the famed National Title, or become the FWF World Champion. Me personally, I can care less if I win a damn title. People rate championships too highly in this sport. It isn't the belt that makes the wrestler, it's the wrestler himself."
TR: "Spoken like a true athlete Mr. Solian, but you have to worry about Doc Silver's goons."
US: I am not worried about anything. Besides, I am a loner. I fight by myself, and I will go down fighting by myself. I don't need any goons, or little (FCC)es running around trying to win a match for me. I do it by myself."
(With this, Solian makes his way backstage, leaving Ross with the mic.)
TR: "Very interesting words from this newcomer, and we'll be right back after a word from our sponsor."
TONY ROSS: "Welcome back, fans, and a very impessive debut from "Suicide" Ulysis Solian. I'm sure he'll have a very bright future ahead of him here in the FWF!"
JAKE SHADES: "Oh, yes, I'm sure... until he fights somebody good. And then we can cast him away with people like Hacker and Jean Rabesque."
LADY VERONICA: "Don't you have any RESPECT for these athletes, Jake?"
JS: "Not an ounce."
TR: "Geez, Jake. These guys put it all on the line, only to have you knock 'em down! I'd like to see YOU put in half the heart these guys do."
JS: "Why bother breaking a sweat? In ten years, when these guys are struggling to make ends meet, my superior intellect will be earning me millions of dollars a year."
TR: "Until Malec fires you!"
JS: "Er... what? Where did you hear that?"
LV: "Hahahaha... look at you, squirming like a little girl!"
TR: "Forget it. Up next, the RETURN of former FWF superstar, "The Pain Event" Scott Allen! He's already had quite a bit to say, and I imagine he isn't done yet."
JS: "Definitely NOT. I liked this guy the moment I saw him, and I STILL like him. He trash talks with the best of 'em!"
TR: "As well as Silver and Anarky?"
JS: "Well, gee, Tony... you're askin' for a miracle here. Nonetheless, I'm sure he has a bright future ahead of him. Plus, with a name like The Pain Event, how bad can a guy be?"
LV: "You really think the world of them, don't you, Jake?"
TR: "Well, the match is about to start. Let's go down to ringside!"
(CUTTO: Paul Kramer, standing in the middle of the ring, with mic in hand.)
PAUL KRAMER: "Ladies and Gentlemen, the next bout, schedule for ONE FALL, has a time limit of FIFTEEN MINUTES. Introducing first, already in the ring, standing at five foot eleven and weighing in at 232 pounds... from Chicago, Illinois... LITHUANIAN LIIIIIGHTNIIINNNGGGGG!!"
(Lithuanian Lightning is standing in the ring with a bright red mask and tights with the Lithuanian flag colors all over them. He raises his hands, and most of the crowd doesn't care, except a small group of teenage guys who cheer wildly. One of them holds up a "LITHUANIAN LIGHTNING FEARS NO ONE" sign.)
JS: "Well look at that! Lithuanian Lightning has a fan club! I never would've imagined."
TR: "Well, he's no stranger to the FWF rings. Of course, he has yet to pick up a win, but give it time - I'm sure he'll come through sooner or later."
LV: "Definitely. He has the in-ring experience. He just needs some guidance, Ross."
JS: "I can't believe I'm hearing this. It's LITHUANIAN LIGHTNING. If he wins, I'll EAT my headset!"
LV: "GO LIGHTNING!!!"
TR: "Jake... do you ever stop?"
JS: "That depends on whether or not my paychecks keep coming."
TR: (sighs)
PK: "And his opponent... from South Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... standing at six foot two and weighing in at 265 pounds... (CUEUP: "Sweet Dreams" by Marilyn Manson) the PAIIINNNN EVENNNNNNNT... SCOOOOOOTTT ALLLLLENNNNNNNNN!!!!"
(The fans boo loudly as Scott Allen appears from behind the curtain. He's wearing a brown leather vest, with ripped jeans and big, black biker boots. His hands are heavily taped, and a skull is painted on his face. His eyes are noticeably bloodshot as he makes his way to the ring, staring straight ahead at Lithuanian Lightning. He gets in the ring, and before the bell even rings, he grabs Lithuanian Lightning by the throat and starts talking trash to him. The bell rings.)
TR: "Allen not wasting any time here... Lightning trying to explain, but he doesn't speak English!"
LV: "How do you know that, Ross? Maybe Allen isn't even listening!"
JS: "Like it even matters. I don't think Allen would grant him mercy anyway!"
TR: "Oh MAN. Allen just gouged his eyes, and the ref with a warning right away!"
LV: "What kind of SICK individual... "
JS: "Ooooh... the ref gives a warning. I'm sure Allen will take it VERY... SERIOUSLY." (laughs)
TR: "He SHOULD. He could end up disqualified!"
JS: "In the history of our sport, Tony, has ANYBODY EVER been disqualified for an EYE GOUGE?!"
TR: "Drop it. Allen has backed Lightning into the corner, and now he LEVELS him with a forearm! And another! AND ANOTHER! Lithuanian Lightning putting up his arms in defense, but to no avail, as Allen continues to lay in with the forearms! Each one of those hits with FULL FORCE."
JS: "If Lithuanian Lightning knew what was good for him, he'd run the first chance he got."
LV: "Is that your answer for everything, Jake?"
JS: "Just about."
TR: "Lightning now pummelled to the apron, and he slips out to the outside, trying to each a breath. But NO... Allen pulls him back in by the mask... and whips him into the ropes! OH MY GOD! WHAT A LARIAT! I'd be surprised of Lithuanian Lightning is even CONSCIOUS right now."
JS: "He should've ran. He DEFINITELY should've ran."
TR: "Now Allen pulling him to his feet... and puts him up on the turnbuckle! He's setting him up for a Hangman's Neckbreaker.. but wait a second... he's pulling him off, and holding him up by his neck! This must be the Suspension!"
LV: "I've never seen anything like it. VERY innovative. I give him an "E" for Effort!"
JS: "Oh, yeah, the infamous Suspension. Where do you get this crap?"
TR: "WATCH IT, Jake. Malec is watching."
LV: "Yeah... Scotty's watching... "
JS: "You make him sound like Big Brother, which, by the way, is an AWFUL TELEVISION SHOW."
TR: "For once, we agree. It looks like Lithuanian Lightning is about to give up, but NO! Allen DROPS him right before he could submit! He knows it's over, but he wants to punish him some more!"
JS: "My kind of guy! DRAW BLOOD!!!"
TR: "You are both SICK, you know that? Allen picking him up, and I think this is gonna do it, folks. He pulls him into a gut wrench suplex! HERE WE GO, and INTO A HIGH ANGLE POWERBOMB! JESUS CHRIST!!! Lightning may never wrestle again after tonight!"
JS: "Thank Heaven for the little miracles... "
LV: "Have you no sympathy for your fellow man?"
JS: "Lithuanian Lightning isn't a man... he's a... a... Lithuanian."
TR and LV: "JAAAAAAKE!!!!"
TR: "And Allen is calling for his finisher, Ultraviolence! He's got the Cobra Clutch locked in... INTO A SUPLEX! AND ANOTHER! AND ANOTHER!!!"
JS: "Oh, good... it's not enough to cripple him... KILL HIM. PARALYZE HIM."
TR: "AND ANOTHER! AND ANOOTHERR!!! SOMEBODY STOP THE MATCH!!!!"
(The ref calls for the bell and Allen finally lets out, leaving Lithuanian Lightning crumpled in a heap in the center of the ring, twitching every few seconds. CUEUP: "Sweet Dreams" by Marilyn Manson.)
PK: "Your winner... SCOTT ALLLLENNNNNN!!!"
(The fans give it up with a ton of boos.)
TR: "A VERY impressive return by Scott Allen tonight, ladies and gentlemen!"
JS: "That was MORE than impressive, Ross. People are gonna think TWICE before getting into the ring with THIS guy."
TR: "I'm going to get a word with him... and EMT's are rushing to the ring to the aide of Lithuanian Lightning! Hopefully, he'll be alright!"
(Scott Allen walks over to the interview area where Ross awaits with a microphone.)
TR: "Fans, at this time please welcome back to the Frontier Wrestling Federation a man who made quite a mark in his last run with this federation, a hardcore brawler known the world over as SCOTT ALLEN!"
(The video screen cues up a tape of Allen's previous FWF exploits. Various video clips of matches and still shots of Allen abusing opponents, including Elvis Pummel, Hacker, Asylum, JT Holiday, and the video clip of the infamous burning-table-out-of-the-ring-top-rope-elbow splash onto the Suicide King. The montage ends on a black and white photo of Allen's scarred and gnarled face, streaked with blood and sweat and tangled dreadlocks, arm raised in victory, then the video fades back to Tony Ross and Scott Allen.)
TR: "Scott Allen, you left the FWF on questionable terms to seek "fortune and glory," what brings you back?"
(Allen sneers at TR and gets in his face, forcing the man to step back momentarily, then Allen hisses slowly, in his gravelly voice.)
SCOTT ALLEN: "What sent me AWAY, Tony, was being trapped in the mid-card thanks to Lowbrow Lebron and Scott Malice! The thought that some of my ... PERSONAL habits ... got in the way of work! THEY lacked the vision to see what I could truly do, and THAT was THEIR LOSS!"
TR: "Well, it's no secret that your rehab expenses were outrageous and - "
SA: "SECRET? Nah, what was SECRET was that they kept pulling me outta programs to make the next card, because people would pay to SEE ME!"
TR: "You were an abomination of social misbehaviour, Mr. Allen, between the drinking and the violence. Some of our younger viewers were being disturbed!"
SA: "Aww, too bad! If Mommy and Daddy spent more time being mindful of their KIDS, and less time PAYING ME MONEY TO WHIP ASS HARDCORE STYLE, maybe it'd be a better place, Tony! But what scares other people is THEIR PROBLEM, not mine!"
TR: "So have your habits improved?"
(Allen laughs, and produces a small bottle from which he takes a shot of hard liquour.)
SA: "Have my HABITS improved, Tony? Hell NO my habits haven't improved, but my TECHNIQUE has! Watch my matches! I'm more bitter and brutal than EVER! It's time the Frontier Wrestling Federation and its pack of candyass wrestlers and promoters learn what HARD CORE ULTRAVIOLENCE is all about! And now more than ever, those two executroids in their fancy offices can't deny that SCOTT ALLEN IS MONEY! I'm top booked as a champion in two other feds, Tony, but Scott Allen is back to prove to the FWF that this ain't no fluke -- this is just a bad mo-fo coming to take what's MINE! And I'm making a promise ... to all those pretty boys with their shiny belts and their fancy digs! To all those top tier guys like Matthews and Nevada and Sage and Wicks - all those cats that have been on top for so damned long and selective about who they let in their little clubhouse -- I'm kicking the door in, and I'm gonna TEAR THIS HOUSE DOWN! Good guys, bad guys, technicians, brawlers, I DON'T CARE! This big ugly SOB is out to kick some ass! And I don't give a damn if the pukes in the AUDIENCE, or those wussies in the LOCKER ROOM, or even those phat-bastard executroids don't like it! It all boils down to this, Ross -- Scott Allen is back to bloody up the FWF, and soon a LOT of people are gonna FEEL THE PAIN!"
(Allen shoves Tony Ross out of the way and shoulders past the camera as "Sweet Dreams" by Marilyn Manson plays him out. The camera finds a disgruntled Tony Ross again as he closes.)
TR: "Fans, Scott Allen's reputation ensures that we can expect lots of carnage when he's around! Who's first to face him, and who will be the one to stop his rampage? Keep it tuned to the FWF to find out! We'll be right back after this!"
TONY ROSS: "Fans, we're back, and what a spectacle we just witnessed! Scott Allen made his return to the FWF, and what a return is WAS."
JAKE SHADES: "I'LL say. I haven't seen a beating THAT bad since Anarky and Gladiator maimed Black Sage last week! HA HA!"
LADY VERONICA: "Couldn't you at least PRETEND to be impartial?"
JS: "Why bother?"
(Meanwhile, there's a commotion near the ring. A man who most resembles a hobo is checking under the ring, it appears, for foreign objects. He has long hair and a long beard, with a beat-up hat and blue jeans. There's also a security badge around his neck.)
JS: "Oh, man, who let the homeless guy in? YOU CAN'T SLEEP UNDER THERE, BUDDY!"
TR: "Would you be QUIET, Jake? He's obviously... some... sort of... security."
LV: "But he sure doesn't LOOK like security."
JS: "He probably killed a real security guard and took the badge. Those crazy bums. And I thought we had enough with Golem."
TR: "Well, it appears that this man... or, rather, security guard, is satisfied with the working conditions under the ring, and he takes his seat at ringside!"
LV: "Very strange... "
JS: "Probably Malec tryin' to hire bums for one-eighth the pay of a normal man!"
LV: "WATCH IT, Shades."
TR: "Up next, we will see Golem in action, and what a reputation THIS man has."
JS: "Definitely. You better bulk up on insurance before you step into the ring with this guy. I can't believe they let him fight with a CLAW."
LV: "Well, it IS a part of his body, and therefore, not a foreign object."
JS: "He's a bum. He's a violent bum, but he's a bum, nonetheless. I'm surprised we pay him!"
TR: "He claims to be the best at what he does, and we're about to find out if that's true! Let's go to ringside."
(Paul Kramer stands mid-ring, holding the mic.)
PAUL KRAMER: "The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL, with a time limit of FIFTEEN MINUTES. First, already in the ring, weighing in at 212 pounds and standing at a height of six foot six... he issss... CONNNNDORRRRRK!"
(The fans mostly laugh. The man is very pale, very thin, and dressed in typical geek fair, with long, black slacks, a white and blue striped t-shirt, pocket protector, and glasses with tape on them.)
TR: "Is this guy serious? He's gonna fight GOLEM?"
LV: "He should at LEAST be in wrestling attire! Do you think he's ever stepped in the ring before, Ross?"
TR: "It certainly doesn't look like it, does it?"
JS: "Well, I don't know about YOU two, but I can't WAIT to see this."
PK: "And, his opponent, hailing from Death Valley, California... standing at six feet even and 238 pounds... (CUEUP: "God Bless The Bums" by Comeshot) GOOOOLLLEEEMMMMM!!!"
(The fans erupt into boos as Golem comes out, covered in sickly, green fur. His claw is covered, at least for now, and he slowly meanders his way to the ring. He slowly climbs in as the bell rings.)
TR: "Fans, this bout is underway, and Condork is... STRETCHING? NOW?!? Geez... "
JS: (laughing) "This is too much! TOO MUCH!"
LV: "He better start paying attention! You can't take an opponent like Golem lightly!"
TR: "Golem charging in and he takes out Condork's knee! Condork crumbles like a piece of paper! Golem now BITING Condork's knee, and the ref won't stand for that!"
JS: "Oh, why not? That's SURE to spill some blood, though."
LV: "Could you BE less thoughtful, Jake?"
TR: "This is about WRESTLING, not BLOOD, Jake. How many times am I going to have to remind you? Golem now pulling Condork to his feet, and he scroops him up and SLAMS him to the ground with authority! Golem sneering at the fans know, who are letting him know that they don't like him one bit!"
JS: "Like a crazy bum like Golem CARES. AT ALL."
TR: "True. Golem pulls Condork up by his hair, and hooks him in -- INVERTED DDT! Condork doing the dead fish dance right now! If he doesn't mount some sort of offense, he's going to be out of this one in a hurry!"
JS: "You never know. His TI-800 super calculator may make for a great weapon!"
TR: "Yes, it might!"
JS: "Uhh... I was kidding, Ross."
LV: "Hah! For once, Tony, Jake has got 'ya!"
TR: "You never know, Jake. You never know. Golem pulls Condork up again, and hooks him in with a FALLAWAY SLAM onto his FACE. MAN, that HAD TO HURT."
JS: "Most moves do, Ross. Not very observant, are you?"
TR: "Jake... please. Golem pulls Condork into the center of the ring, and pulls him up into a vertical suplex into a BRAINBUSTER. Nice technical move by the bum -- I mean wrestler!"
JS: "You were right when you said bum. He's just a very sick, twisted bum. Which is why I like him."
LV: "Anybody who causes massive amounts of pain is okay in your book, right, Jake?"
JS: "Exactly. The more the better."
TR: "Golem calling for his finisher, if you can call it that, and he puts that claw of his in Condork's mouth, and... good God... don't look!"
JS: "LOOK! LOOK! BLOOOOOOOD!!!!!"
TR: "Golem has ripped apart Condork's mouth, and the ref isn't even waiting for the usual three falls of the hand! He's calling for the bell now!"
(The bell rings. CUEUP: "God Bless The Bums" by Comeshot.)
PK: "Your winner.... GOOOOLLLEMMMMMM!!!!!!"
(The fans boo as Golem leaves the ring and makes his way to the interview area, where Tony Ross awaits him. Golem grabs the mic from Ross.)
GOLEM: "Shortness of breath. One sore shoulder... " (Golem feels his forehead) "... even a slight nausea. Yep ... I took that guy apart good! (Starts to laugh) Honestly, if they wanted to sedate the most dangerous man in all of FWF, they should really restrain from throwing bodies, nay, sacrifices, in my way. I relish in the blood I spill and the pain I deliver. It only feeds my ever-growing desire to maim, cripple, and kill. There is no escape from the wrath of Golem. No one is safe. Nothing is sacred. Piece by piece, person by person, I will tear down the ENTIRE FWF. No one has stopped me yet. No one will stop me ever. The time is here, the stars are aligned. Walk beside me or tumble to your knees. I am him. He is me. All others are (looks at Condork, who is being taken away by EMT's) ... merely shells of their own existence."
(Golem walks away slowly to the boos of the fans.)
TR: "Powerful words from a man who ENJOYS putting people in the hospital! We'll be right back!"
TONY ROSS: "Fans, welcome back, and what a night it's been so far! Already, TWO wrestlers have been taken away by EMT's, and I have a feeling that we may be seeing those men again!"
JAKE SHADES: "Well, with Silver and Company around, you can bet SOMEBODY'S going to end up in the hospital!"
LADY VERONICA: "Uhm, guys... ? I think that bu -- er, security guard, is coming this way."
(The bum/security guard walks over again, flashing his security badge at those who don't believe he could just be walking around.)
TR: "And it looks like he wants a word with YOU, Shades!"
(The guard picks up Shades, rather easily, mind you, and begins to frisk him with his headset on and everything.)
JS: "GET OFF OF ME!!! This... this is ridiculous! I'm going to talk to your MANAGER, SCUM."
TR: (laughing) "This has to be a first, ladies and gentlemen. I have never, in all of my years of announcing, seen a color commentator FRISKED by the security."
JS: "I AM IRATE. Get OFF of me!"
(Shades pushes the bum off, who seems satisfied with his results, and meanders his way back to his ringside seat.)
LV: (also laughing) "Boy, you really attract the wrong kind of people, huh, Jake?"
TR: "Well... it appears that Jake, for once, has nothing to say. So let's go down to ringside for our next bout!"
(CUTTO: Paul Kramer standing in the ring, waiting for the raucus to die down after many fans are yelling crude things at Shades.)
PAUL KRAMER: "Our next match is scheduled for ONE FALL and has a FIFTEEN MINUTE TIME LIMIT! First, already standing in the ring... from Cicero, Illinois... standing at five foot ten and 225 pounds... JIMMMYYYY "THE MOUTHPIECE" CARLOTTAAAAAA!"
(The fans give a decent applause to the local guy. He is very Italian-looking, with black tights, a white beater t-shirt, and a goatee. He is stretching in the far corner of the ring.)
TR: "Jimmy Carlotta with another chance to prove it in the ring!"
LV: "He's going to have his work cut out with him tonight, though!"
JS: "I guess so. The funny thing is, he's fighting the FWF Frontier Champion, and he's a jobber. And he's fighting a man named Jobber. It's kind of weird if you think about it."
TR: "You know, Jake... sometimes, don't you think that it's probably better if you keep things to yourself?"
LV: "Yeah! My dad always said, better to keep your mouth shut and have people THINK you're stupid then to open your mouth up and prove them right."
JS: "Evidently, you didn't listen, huh?"
LV: "OH, SHUT UP."
PK: "And his opponent... from North Stamford, Connecticut... weighing in at 224 pounds and standing at five foot elevent... (CUEUP: "Wake Up" by Rage Against The Machine) ... heeee issss the FWF FRONTIER CHAMPION... JOOOBBBEERRRRRRRR!!!!"
(Some fans give it up to Jobber, but most of them boo pretty loudly as Jobber comes out from behind the curtain, with the FWF Frontier Championship noticeably absent. He's wearing his usual black tights and he slowly makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the fans. The bell rings.)
TR: "Interesting... I wonder why Jobber isn't wearing the FWF Frontier Championship belt!"
LV: "Probably because he knows he didn't earn it!"
JS: "I highly doubt that."
TR: "Jobber beckoning Carlotta to come forward, and here we go - a lock up, and Jobber is pushing Carlotta back into his own corner! Ref calling for the break, but no before Jobber SLAPS him! Oh, man! You could hear that from the nosebleed section, I bet!"
JS: "You bet? Hard to say, Ross. You've never been so underprivileged, have you?"
LV: "Like you HAVE, Jake."
TR: "Anyway... Jobber now whips Carlotta into the corner, and he's running after him now! Carlotta back into the turnbuckle, and Jobber flies in with an elbow to the jaw! Carlotta out on his feet now, and he falls face first to the mat!"
JS: "This isn't even really a competition. Carlotta came here to get his five hundred or so bucks, but Jobber is really gonna make him earn it. After the hospital bill, I bet he'll be in the hole for this beating!"
LV: "I would imagine that the FWF would pay for any hospital bills, Jake."
TR: "Jobber now climbing the ropes... and he's up on top of the turnbuckle, waiting for Carlotta to stand. Carlotta now up, and Jobber leaps from the top rope into a flying headscissors! HURRICANRANA! A spectacular move from the FWF Frontier Champion!"
JS: "That's how you do it in the ring. Of course, he can't get it done against the big boys, but at least he's got a belt around his waist!"
LV: "And look at this! Jobber now yelling at the fans, and they're giving him an earful! They're letting him know how they feel, and from the sounds of it, it's not too well!"
TR: "Jobber wasting time now, and Carlotta trying to use this time wisely, he swings at Jobber when he's not looking and CONNECTS. Jobber goes down, and the fans are on their feet, cheering this youngster on!"
JS: "Oh, come off it! It's not like he stands a chance! Look at this... he's landed one punch and they act like it was the most devastating move ever performed in the ring."
TR: "Jobber to his feet, and Carlotta swings again, but Jobber catches it, and he turns it into a CRUCIFIX! Carlotta can't hold it, and Jobber with the pinning combination! ONE! TWO! THREE! Just like that it's over!!"
(Bell rings as the ref holds up Jobber's hand. CUEUP: "Wake Up" by Rage Against The Machine as Jobber kicks Carlotta once in the stomach for good measure before making his way to the interview area where Tony Ross awaits, mic in hand.)
TR: "That was an impressive victory over Jimmy Carlotta, but I am still curious about your actions at the previous Frontier Madness card where you confronted Black Sage during his scheduled interview."
JOBBER: "Oh let's not talk about that. Me and Black Sage came to an understanding, because we are both men of our words, and we respect each other. Yes Tony, that's not a word you hear alot in this world, and in this country where the government takes more from the people than what the people earn for their families... it's hard to have any respect in a world like this, but we respect each other. Tonight, I faced one of the most well respected wrestlers in the FWF in Tony Carlotta. Carlotta is one of these people who has it all. He has all the charisma, he's got the wit, he's got the intelligence, and he's got the technical ability to be one of the greatest champions here in the FWF, but the politics of Scott Malec and Joe LeBron keep guys like Jimmy Carlotta and Computer Class down! If you aren't a part of their special little clique then you aren't going anywhere in this federation."
TR: "Then how can you explain your Frontier Title win?
JOBBER: "Do you see me carrying the Frontier Title? Do you think I am proud to hold the biggest belt in this federation? The belt this federation was named for? What does a World or a National title mean here in the FWF? This is the FRONTIER Wrestling Federation, and I'm the Frontier Champion, and I'll be damned if I'm going to walk around like some whore with a belt that represents everything wrong with the industry."
TR: "But I didn't ask that..."
JOBBER: "Well Tony... how can you explain my win? How did I ever overcome all the politics, all the cliques, and all the special little relationships. Tony, it's very simple, and it's the same reason an incredibly talented, and incredibly over performer such as Jimmy Carlotta hasn't been able to get anywhere in the FWF. Here in the FWF, only the untalented get anywhere, no matter how many wins you have over them. Look at Ricky Kabe. He gets put in the Main events, he gets the big fueds, and he gets the marquee while I get nothing! When was the last time I was in the main event?"
TR: "Well, the Pay Per View for one..."
JOBBER: "Exactly, Tony, I'm constantly passed over for the Pay Per Views, while this generic garbage like Ricky Kabe get the big matches, and on the Battleground, I'm going to put this Championship of the Frontier up for grabs, and if Kabe wants it, he can step into the ring with a man he has never beaten in 3 attempts, and who has a win over him... Now, excuse me I have to go celebrate with my good friend Black Sage."
(The Jobber storms off, still never answering Ross's questions.)
TR: "Well, I'm not sure of what to make of those words from the FWF Frontier Champion, but we'll be right back after these messages!"
(The camera pans across the crowd of screaming fans, all holding up their signs and trying to get on the air.)
(CUTTO: The shabby-looking security guard. Some little kid approaches him, and his eyes go wide. He holds up the badge for the kid to see, who just shrugs and walks away. He slowly puts down the badge, his hand shaking mildly.)
TONY ROSS: "We're back, and that security guard is still sitting there at ringside. Since he's been here, he's checked under the ring... frisked Jake... "
JAKE SHADES: "I'm suing! I swear! The FWF can't put me in these dangerous working conditions!"
LADY VERONICA: "Oh, shut up, would you?"
TR: "Up next... the FWF World Heavyweight Champion will be in action!"
(CUTTO: Paul Kramer standing in the ring, next to another sad-looking athlete.)
PAUL KRAMER: "Up next... the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and has a FIFTEEN MINUTE TIME LIMIT. Introducing first, from -- "
(CUEUP: "More Human Than Human" by White Zombie as the crowd erupts into boos. Before Kramer can finish, Anarky comes out from behind the curtain, the FWF World Heavyweight Title over his shoulder. He's wearing his black leather jacket with white anarchy symbol on the back, with black wrestling pants with blue designs on them, and his sleeveless black t-shirt with red, dripping-blood anarchy symbol on it. He makes his way into the ring and grabs the mic from Kramer.)
ANARKY: "Ladies... and... well, no, I guess it's just ladies here tonight. (Crowd boos.) You see... I'm here to give you your money's worth. Unlike Jobber... unlike Lars Magellan... and unlike even Black Sage... I'm not going to subject you to me beating the piss out of somebody you've never heard of. So you... (Anarky points to the other wrestler in the ring.) ... you've got the night off. And a paycheck. Congratulations."
TR: "I can't believe this... Anarky is telling this regional wrestler to take a hike, and we don't even know his name!"
LV: "What's he getting at?"
TR: "This man is leaving the ring, and wait a second! Anarky charges, and OH MY LORD! He just NAILED the guy from behind with the FWF World Heavyweight Title, and he is unconscious! And this is HORRIBLE! Anarky calling for the ref to make the count! One! Two! Three!"
(Bell rings as Anarky leaps up and holds up his arms, as if he's done something spectacular.)
JS: "GENIUS. I mean, come on... that was just BRILLIANT."
LV: "That was so underhanded! He didn't even give him a chance!"
(As Paul Kramer is about to announce him the winner, Anarky grabs the mic from him and speaks again.)
ANARKY: "Yes... that's right. Not only... have I set a record for the shortest match in FWF history, being over before it started... but tonight, it's you, the fans, who will get the treat. Because I am going to give you ANOTHER match. NOW. That's right... two matches, in a row, from YOUR WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. (Fans boo LOUDLY.) And not only that... but it will be a HANDICAP match. Talent Relations... GET OUT HERE."
(Talent Relations, Ybok and Jamar, come out to more boos, without music. Looking confused, they climb into the ring and start to talk to Anarky, trying to understand what he's getting at.)
TR: "This... what's he doing here? Are they back-up?"
JS: "NO THEY AREN'T!!!"
TR: "And look at this! Anarky just CLOCKED Jamar, and Ybok is trying to run, but Anarky just caught him, and a BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX! My God! He nearly broke his neck! What's this all about?! Talent Relations work for Doc, and Anarky works with Doc, so why is this happening?"
LV: "This just shows how disgusting Anarky really is. He just doesn't even care about his allies... "
JS: "Oh, neither of you understand this! Just wait... he'll explain... "
LV: "What are you not telling us, Jake?"
JS: "Oh, nothing... "
TR: "Anarky now picks up Jamar again, and he just entangles him in the ropes, and RIFLES him with a left hand! And another! AND ANOTHER! Now Anarky turning his attention back to Ybok, and he picks him up... T-BONE SUPLEX."
LV: "And it looks like the referees are trying to stop this! This match is NOT sanctioned by the FWF, and it looks like they want to cease this beating IMMEDIATELY."
JS: "Oh, good luck. I certainly wouldn't want to stop Anarky from getting revenge!"
LV: "Revenge?! For what?"
TR: "And Anarky just shoved two referees off the apron, and he picks up Ybok again... CHAOS BREAKER! CHAOS BREAKER! I can't believe it! Is this the return of Anarky's old special move?!"
JS: "Yeah... yeah, it is!!!"
LV: "And did you see that? He's modified it, using two hands instead of one, and the way he falls is different! Ybok is OUT COLD."
TR: "And Anarky just pulled Jamar out from the ring ropes and he DELIVERS ANOTHER CHAOS BREAKER! Jamar is not unconscious... this... this is horrible... "
LV: "And wait a second! Anarky pulling a chain out from around his waist... I didn't even notice that... and he's wrapping it around his fist! And he's going to the top rope... no... he wouldn't... "
JS: "OH YES HE WOULD!!!"
TR: "The refs trying to stop Anarky, but he jumps from the top rope and A FISTFUL OF CHAINS ONTO JAMAR'S FACE FROM THE TOP ROPE!!! Jamar is busted open! And Anarky now pulling up Ybok, and now HE'S GETTING THE CHAIN TO THE FACE! Ybok is cut open, too! This... this is horrible!!"
LV: "The refs have taken Jamar from the ring, and they have given him to the EMT's... this... this is insane... "
JS: "More... blood... MORE... BLOOOOOD... "
TR: "And Anarky is giving into Jake's desires, just POUNDING AWAY on Ybok! Again and again and again, and, now... yes, finally, security and the refs have pulled Anarky off of Ybok! This... this is a most heinous act!"
LV: "This... this sick man is the FWF World Heavyweight Champion? I can't WAIT for Sage to kick his ass!"
JS: "Yeah, right! Anarky is going to DESTROY him!"
TR: "Anarky now coming my way... I guess it's time for the post-match interview? Although it's hard to say if Anarky even had a real match today... "
(Anarky makes his way to the interview area after being released by security and the refs.)
TR: "Anarky... that was a very violet and brutal attack on your own stable! Why this sudden change? Why attack your own goons?"
ANARKY: "First of all, Tony... don't you go talking like you know a damn thing about this. This isn't about them being on my side. This is about these guys... interfering in MY World Title Match... "
TR: "You mean against Nevada?"
ANARKY: "OF COURSE I MEAN AGAINST NEVADA, YOU TWIT. This is about people getting into MY BUSINESS. I don't care if Doc spells it out... I don't care if Doc says that they MUST interfere in my business again... the next time... that they try to interfere in MY matches, without my EXPLICIT ORDERS... it's going to get much... much... worse."
TR: "But isn't this Doc's fault? HE is the one who ordered the move, I'm sure!"
ANARKY: "How very perceptive of you, Ross. You deserve some sort of award. I'll tell you what... you can have the Didn't Get Killed By Anarky This Week Award? How does that sound? But yes, you're right. Doc... (Anarky looks directly into the camera.) I know you sent them. But don't think I've forgotten about our past. Don't think everything has been forgiven. You... do that again... and you'll receive the same fate they did. But for now... you and I... we're on the same side. So let's act that way."
TR: "Now... what about Bl-- "
ANARKY: "Interview's over."
(Anarky walks off, ignoring the fans and the EMT's, who are taking away Talent Relations in an ambulance.)
TR: "Well, I'm not sure WHAT to make of THAT interview, but I'm sure you fans at home have your own opinion! We'll be right back with our first of three featured match-ups!"
TONY ROSS: "Welcome back, fans, and you are in for a treat, as we are about to see Suicide King take on Lars Magellan."
JAKE SHADES: "A treat? Are you serious? I actually have to sit through a match between SUICIDE KING and LARS MAGELLAN? Oh, sure, Lars is kind of funny, but STILL... I'd prefer to shot."
LADY VERONICA: "Oh, if it's that much trouble, Jake, I'm sure I could talk Scotty into getting rid of -- "
JS: "NEVERMIND."
TR: "I wish it was ALWAYS that easy to shut him up. And, fans, take a look at what happened during the commercial break."
(CUTTO: The ringside security guard who is dressed in very shabby clothes climbs over the railing and starts to examine the ring bell. He grabs the hammer and starts arguing with the ref. Eventually, they get into a tug-o-war over the hammer and the ref finally pulls it away, saying he needs it to start the match.)
(CUTTO: The ring, where Paul Kramer stands, mic in hand, waiting.)
TR: "Very odd situation. I wonder what this guard's deal is?"
JS: "You can't tell, Tony? He's mad. Barking mad. And WE employed him. Isn't the management here great?"
LV: "That's the thing... I don't remember Scotty saying anything about a new security guard... "
TR: "Well, hopefully, we'll get to the bottom of this. Now, let's go down to ringside for the beginning of the match."
PAUL KRAMER: "The next contest is schedule for ONE FALL, and has a THIRTY MINUTE TIME LIMIT. Introducing first... from Venice Beach, California... standing at six foot ten and weighing in at 278 pounds... (CUEUP: "California Love" by Tupac Shakur) ... LARRRRSSS MAGELLLAANNNNNNN!!!"
(The fans give a decent pop as Lars comes out with his neck-length black hair, his black goatee with slight silver coloring, and blue jeans with black tanktop. He walks down to the ring very quietly, not jabbering at the fans as usual, but instead, getting into the ring and waiting for Suicide King quietly and patiently.)
TR: "Interesting side of Lars, here... usually, he's yelling at the fans and giving them an earful, but it appears he's getting down to business tonight!"
JS: "Great. Serious Lars. The only thing worse than Fun Boy Lars."
LV: "Oh, you'll hate him no matter what he does!"
JS: "True... true... "
PK: "And his opponent... from Osaka, Japan... weighing in at 261 pounds and standing at five foot and eleven and a half inches... (CUEUP: "Never Ending You Line" by Nora) ... SUIIIIICIIIIIIIDE KIIIINNNNGGGGGGG!!!!"
(The fans give a slightly bigger pop to Suicide King, who appears from behind the curtain wearing his standard black gi and black mask with gold and red designs, with black dreadlocks with white and red coloring coming out of the rop and falling below his shoulders. His chest and back are both scarred heavily, and he has several Japanese symbols tattooed on his arms. He slowly gets into the ring and the bell rings.)
TR: "And these two are now standing toe to toe, and you can really see the height advantage with Lars here!"
JS: "But Suicide King weighs nearly as much. Which doesn't answer the question as to why he's such an aerial wrestler... "
LV: "Shades... don't you ever have something constructive to say?"
JS: "No."
TR: "At least he's not lying. And these two are now trash talking, it looks like, and the fans are getting into this one! Who will be the first to strike? IT'S LARS! Lars with a right hand! And another! And another! Now Lars bouncing off the ropes, and he goes for a lariat, but Suicide King with a drop toe hold counter! Nice move!"
LV: "A little uncharacteristic for the former Extreme Champion. He's more of an aerial wrestler than a mat wrestler to be sure."
JS: "How very analytic of you, sunshine."
TR: (sighs) "Lars climbing to his feet, but Suicide King meets him with a flying head scissors, and now a hurricanrana throws Lars through the ropes and out of the ring! Suicide King not taking any time to catch his breath as he jumps up - SPRINGBOARD MISSILE DROPKICK!"
LV: "Lars just hit that railing HARD, and he may have hurt his back on that move!"
JS: "Good. Let the match be over now, please."
LV: "You're just upset because you don't have any demented, blood-spilling wrestlers to root for!"
TR: "Suicide King pulls Lars up by the air and RAMS his head into the steel steps, and the ref with a warning now... Suicide King throws Lars back in the ring and heads up to the top rope!"
LV: "Look for a high-risk maneuver here. Suicide King lives and dies by these moves!"
JS: "Gee, Veronica... you must have what, a Bachelor's Degree in this wrestling thing? WHAT TIPPED YOU OFF?! His NAME or his WRESTLING STYLE?!"
LV: "CHILL OUT, JAKE."
TR: "Knock if off, you two. Suicide King with a cross body block, but Lars caught him, and FALLAWAY SLAM by the BIG MAN. Lars going for the cover... ONE... TW -- kickout by Suicide King!"
LV: "Suicide King won't be put away so easily, but Lars is now back in control, and he needs to use this time to hit some powerful moves and wear down King."
TR: "Looks like Lars has the same idea... and pulls King up by his dreadlocks, and hooks him up into a gutwrench suplex and executed PERFECTLY. Lars is really into this no-nonsense attitude thing. He wastes no time and picks up King again by the dreadlocks from behind... and a a BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX!"
JS: "Gee... Lars is actually performing WRESTLING MOVES? And he's WINNING? Let me mark this on the calendar."
LV: (in mocking voice) "What, Jake had something mean to say about somebody? Let me mark it on my calendar... "
TR: "And it looks like Lars is calling for the Beach Bomb! He pulls King up, and here comes the big powerbomb - but NO! King slips out of his gasp and behind him! Lars turns around and is met with a SEVERE reverse crescent kick! Lars is DOWN."
LV: "Suicide King really flexing his martial arts muscle here... "
TR: "Suicide King runs towards the ropes, and leaps up - ASAI MOONSAULT onto Lars! ONE! TWO! T-KICKOUT!!! Lars is still in this one, ladies and gentlemen! Suicide King pulls him up and hooks him in with T-BONE SUPLEX! The cover! ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT BY LARS!"
JS: "I can't believe this... just DIE, LARS. Please STAY DOWN."
LV: "I, for one, am VERY impressed with Lars tonight! He's left behind his nonsense about being undefeated, and maybe this new Lars can get a victory tonight!"
TR: "Suicide King now getting frustrated, and he's climbing the ropes, and it looks like he'll be attempting to moonsault... Lars is up... Suicide King with the MOONSAULT - Lars catches him - TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER BY LARS! The cover! ONE! TWO! THRE-NO! KICKOUT!!! I can't believe Suicide King escaped!"
LV: "Another half second and it would've been over, Ross!"
TR: "Lars can't believe it, either... and he's pulling up King... he throws King to the ropes, and now back! Lars catches him and into a SIDEWALK SLAM BY LARS! Another cover and he hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! THREE-NOOOOO!!! SOOOO CLOSE!"
LV: "I can't believe this! King is holding on with NOTHING. This could be over in just a few moments... if Lars can put it away!"
JS: "Yeah, right. The only thing Lars can put away is his career. He's a joke! The biggest joke in the FWF, indeed... besides, Conflict, of course."
LV: "Conflict has been on a winning streak as of late, Jake!"
JS: "Ooooh... I'm so impressed..."
TR: "Lars pulls up Suicide King again, and now he puts him up on the top rope! This could be a devastating maneuver to be sure! He looks to be going for a superplex! But King with an eye gouge! And Lars falls back... Suicide King just jumped up, and he leaps - CORKSCREW MOONSAULT INTO A DDT!!! DID YOU SEE THAT?!?"
JS: "Okay, Ross! It was impressive! Chill out!"
LV: "I agree, Ross! An AMAZING maneuver to be sure!"
TR: "And Suicide King collapses onto Lars... ONE... TWO... THREE! SUICIDE KING WINS! An UNBELIEVABLE match, and you have got to give it up to these two!"
(The fans pop for both wrestlers, and even after Suicide King leaves to the ovation of the fans, Lars gets a decent pop from the fans as well for putting on such a good match.)
TR: "Well, the fans got a treat here tonight, and hopefully, we can see another great match-up after this!"
TONY ROSS: "We're back, and what a match we just witnessed! Suicide King pulls off the BIG WIN against Lars Magellan, but you really have to give it up to both of these guys, as they poured out their hearts in what ended up being a great match-up!"
JAKE SHADES: "If you say so, Ross. No blood. Nobody killed. What kind of match is THAT?"
LADY VERONICA: "You know, sometimes I wonder how you even got a JOB here, Jake."
JS: "Well, maybe so, but there's no wondering about how YOU got a job here, huh, Veronica?"
LV: "EXCUSE ME?! What'd you mean by that, huh?!? HUH?!?"
TR: "Let's just drop it. Before we get to the next match, we have an interview with Nevada Smith by Rico Suave backstage!"
(CUTTO: The backstage area, where Nevada Smith stands with Rico Suave, who's holding a microphone.)
NEVADA SMITH: (Stares into camera emotionless) "This interview only concerns one individual, so the rest of you peons can tune me out, turn the channel to the cartoon network for all I care, except YOU BILLY! Cause this one's for you kid! A while ago, I beat your ass and took away what you considered your most prized possession, the FWF National title! And it seems that you never got over it, I did warn ya didn't I Billy! I did tell ya, if ya step into the serpentarium that you would never be the same again, you didn't heed the warnings Billy! It must really tear you up inside to know that no matter what you and Kabe do, it always fall short! No matter how much you beat and pound on me, I always come back for more and then some! You continuously press your luck with me Billy, first you stab me in the back, then you go and try to have me arrested in San Jose, it cost me plenty to remedy that problem you created for me and that's not including all the numerous times in between you have jumped me from behind!" (A cynical grin crosses his face as he slowly shakes his head) "Yeah Billy, you have really been a damn pest a thorn in my f'n side that has penetrated deeper than it should have! It has hit a nerve Billy, a raw freaking nerve! Now you get to see the damn ugly side of me Billy! You, Ricky and Brian are at hell's gate and I am the f'n keeper! From here on end Billy, better have eyes in the back of your head and for God's sake Billy, don't you blink, not even for a fraction of a second. That's all I'm gonna need Billy a fraction of a second and you're DEAD MEAT!"
(Without saying another word, he drops the mic and walks away. Rico Suave picks up the mic and the camera begins to focus on him.)
RICO SUAVE: "Well so much for my interview with Nevada Smith! It would seem that he's been in a foul mood as of late! Rumors have it that Czar, Kraven and Flatliner have walked out on the FWF, besides Jean, they were Nevada's only friends. Nevada's relationship with Czar, and the Unholy Alliance went deeper they were related by blood. Now was it coincidence that JC shows up at this particular time, Lord Dread after making his shocking announcement retreats to Pandora Island and out pops JC! Is there a connection there or is THAT also just coincidence. Now Billy I am sure that you may be thinking by now that you are holding all the aces, better rethink that policy my friend, knowing Nevada the way I do you're in a lot of danger. Don't take that downward spiral myth too seriously cause it's all a smokescreen; don't take his silence the wrong way, WORRY Billy! Be concern, hasn't it occurred to you yet, we both know that Nevada doesn't let any moss grow under his feet, but yet he has stood stoically by as you ravaged and rampaged yourself into a frenzy, the grass has grown pretty tall, tall enough to hide a snake and its true intentions. Oh and I almost forgot, on several occasions I was around when certain important FWF meetings took place, all the heads were there with the exception of co-owner Joe LeBron, my attempts to contact him have gotten me nothing, zero, nada, ZILCH! Malec has gone as far as to growl at me whenever I inquire about LeBron's whereabouts. He disappears, JC shows up, is THAT also coincidence or is it connected somehow to certain incidents involving the notorious Pandorians. We all know that there isn't any love lost between LeBron and the Pandorians, that is with the exception of Maelstrom, and for a time Lord Dread. One can only wonder and second guess where all this will eventually lead and what if any role does Malec play in all this, cause regardless of what he tells me, I KNOW he is in DEEP also! Dark clouds hang overhead Malec, hurricane Nevada looms in the near distant and only God knows what will happen when he finally arrives.. Billy run, FLEE for your life, seek shelter in the deepest bowels of the earth and pray that the snake cannot reach you there."
(CUTTO: The center of the ring, where Paul Kramer stands, waiting to do the ring announcing for the next match, mic in hand.)
TR: "Very, VERY strong words from Nevada Smith, and fans, stay tuned to FWF to see the next chapter in the Smith/Matthews Saga. In the meantime, our next match-up features JD Badluck and Nick Kurtel taking on Licensed to Kill."
JS: "You mean that we get to watch Licensed to Kill decimate those two losers? What in the hell makes Badluck and Kurtel think they can step into the ring with two guys who know each other like the back of their own hands?"
LV: "I don't know about that one, Jake. Kurtel looked VERY impressive in his debut and Badluck has really been on fire as of late!"
PAUL KRAMER: "The next contest is a tag team bout scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE TIME LIMIT... introducing first... from Anchorage, Alaska... weighing in at 200 pounds and standing at six foot two... (CUEUP: "It's The End of the World (As We Know It)" by R.E.M.) ... JAYYYY.. DEEEEE... BAAAAAADLUUUUUCK!!!!"
(The fans give a big pop for Badluck, who appears from behind the curtain wearing his usual get up, slapping hands with the fans on his way down to the ring. He jumps over the top rope and waits for his tag team partner and opponents to be introduced.)
PK: "And his partner... from Boston, Massachusetts... standing at five foot nine and 208 pounds... (CUEUP: "Leave You Far Behind" by Lunatic Calm) NIIIIICK KUUUUUURRRTELLLLLLLLLL!!!"
(The crowd gives another big pop to Kurtel, who comes out wearing his black t-shirt with sleeves ripped off and brown khaki cargo pants. He makes his way to the ring, also slapping hands with the fans before leaping into the ring over the top rope as well. He gives Badluck a high five as they wait for Licensed to Kill to be introduced.)
PK: "And their opponents... from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... weighing in at a combined 545 pounds... HARRRINNGGGTONNN... and CAITIIFFFF... (CUEUP: "Fuel" by Metallica) LIIIIICENNNNSSSED TOOOOO KILLLLL!!!!"
(The fans boo loudly as the two men walk out, Harrington being the MUCH bigger of the two. Both of them have slicked back hair, black shirts, grey pants, and black boots. They ignore the fans as they walk to the ring, all business. The bell rings almost immediately after they get in the ring.)
TR: "And this bout is underway! Harrington IMMEDIATELY charges Badluck with a lariat, but Badluck ducks, and a DROPKICK SENDS HARRINGTON over the top rope and ONTO THE FLOOR! Caitiff now just grabbed Badluck from behind, but Kurtel off the ropes and a FLYING FOREARM into the back of Caitiff's head, and Caitiff is DOWN."
LV: "If this keeps up, Licensed to Kill is going to be heading back to the locker room very soon, very sore."
JS: "Give them a few moments to get warmed up! They'll DESTROY these high-flying geeks!"
TR: "The ref now signalling that Kurtel and Caitiff are the legal men... Kurtel pulls Caitiff up by the hair and hooks him in - IMPLANT DDT! The quick cover! ONE! TWO! TH-NO WAY! It's just too early... "
LV: "Can't blame him for trying, though! You never know when you can catch your opponent off guard!"
JS: "Sure you can blame him. He's an idiot. And so's his spider-slinging partner, too!"
LV: "He doesn't dress like Spider Man anymore, Jake!"
JS: "Still. We have him on tape. A grown man. Dressed like Spider Man. I don't know about you, but where *I* come from, that means that a man's usually... well, you know... "
TR: "Jake... you are horrible. Kurtel now tags Badluck in, and he grabs Caitiff by the legs and hooks in a Boston Crab while Badluck climbs the ropes!"
JS: "Hello?! Ref?? Make the COUNT, ref. Disqualify 'em! They're CHEATING!"
TR: "Badluck from the top rope and this could be good! SOMERSAULT LEGDROP ONTO CAITIFF! Kurtel just released the Boston Crab, and MAN... Caitiff must be HURT. Badluck with the cover and hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! THRE-NOOOO!!! SOOOO close! Another half second!"
JS: "Almost only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades, Tony! Get up, Caitiff! Show 'em what a REAL man does! Pull a Doctor Octopus on him!"
LV: "Would you shut UP already about the Spider Man stuff?"
TR: "Agreed. Badluck pulls Caitiff up, and now he runs over and DROPKICKS Harrington off the apron! He didn't even WAIT for Harrington to make the save! Badluck now bad to Caitiff and he NAILS a spinning roundhouse kick and Caitiff goes right on his back! He signals to Kurtel, who's on the top rope, and now Badluck is climbing the rope too... "
LV: "This should be good!"
JS: "They should be DISQUALIFIED!! Am I the ONLY person here who cares about the rules?!"
TR: "Badluck off the top rope - CORKSREW MOONSAULT! GOOD GOD! Now Kurtel off - 450 DOUBLE ELBOW DROP!!! THE FOLLEY!!! Kurtel with the cover, and Badluck just SPEARED Harrington from making the save! ONE... TWO... THREEEE!!!!"
(Bell rings as Kurtel and Badluck jump up and high-five! The crowd goes nuts.)
JS: "I can't believe this... how embarrassing... "
LV: "A VERY impressive victory for JD Badluck and Nick Kurtel! It doesn't get much better than that!"
TR: "They made short work of Licensed to Kill tonight, and I see VERY bright futures ahead for BOTH of these wrestlers! Up next! Main Event! National Title! Black Sage! Gladiator! DON'T MISS IT!"
TONY ROSS: "Welcome back! Fans... this is it... the Main Event... for the FWF NATIONAL TITLE. Black Sage versus Gladiator! This is going to be one BLOCKBUSTER match-up!"
LADY VERONICA: "Yes it will, Tony, and it'll be a tough one to call. I'm going with Black Sage, though. He has perservered before and will do it again, no doubt!"
JAKE SHADES: "Are you SERIOUS? Gladiator is violence and insanity PERSONIFIED. Sage has never been tested like he will be tonight. He doesn't stand a chance! And then, Doc will have ALL THE GOLD!"
TR: "We'll see about that... "
(CUTTO: Paul Kramer standing mid-ring with the mic, waiting for the fans to quiet down a little.)
PAUL KRAMER: "The next match is the MAIN EVENT and is for the FRONTIER WRESTLING FEDERATION NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP! (HUGE pop!) Coming down first... the challenger, from Rome, Italy... standing at five foot eleven and 223 pounds... (CUEUP: "Shiny Happy People" by R.E.M.) GLAAAAAADIAAATOOOORRRRRR!!!"
(The fans erupt into boos as Gladiator comes out with Doc Silver exclusively. Gladiator is wearing, as usual, chain mail and holding a large shield. Anarky is noticeably missing and Talent Relations were previously hospitalized. He begins to walk down the rampway.)
TR: "Interesting... Anarky is absent, and Talent Relations must be in the hospitals still, which leaves just Doc Silver... "
LV: "Silver must not be happy at Anarky's actions here tonight. That means less back-up for Doc and Company."
(The crowd EXPLODES as Black Sage suddenly comes out from behind the curtain unannounced. Gladiator looks around, confused at the sudden cheering for him.)
TR: "And look at this! Sage has come out to a HUGE round of cheers, but Gladiator doesn't understand why the fans are cheering for him! And Sage is holding up... what is that? It appears to be a glove wrapped in military barb wire! This one's going to get to a vicious start!"
JS: "Just like Sage to cheat his way to victory... "
LV: "As opposed to Doc and Gladiator... "
TR: "Sage just tapped Gladiator on the shoulder, and he spins around! OH MANNNN!!! He just NAILED Gladiator, and he's BUSTED OPEN! Already! And now he's HITS HIM AGAIN! AND AGAIN! And Silver just SHOVED Sage off of him! Sage laughing, and Gladiator is bleeding all over the floor and the match hasn't even STARTED yet!"
JS: "Sage is such a coward."
LV: "Yeah right! If Doc had thought of this, you'd be praising his genius!"
TR: "Sage just grabbed Gladiator's shield and he just drove it into Gladiator's back! And now he pulls up Gladiator into a GORILLA PRESS! He's carrying him into the ring and he THROWS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE!"
(The bell finally rings to signify the beginning of the match.)
LV: "Sage is not taking any chances here! He knows what it's going to take to put Gladiator away!"
JS: "More than he's got, I'll tell you that much!"
TR: "Sage now into the ring, and he's LAUGHING at Gladiator. Gladiator slowly pulling himself to his feet, and Sage charges - FLATTENS HIM with a lariat! That could've taken his head off!"
JS: (mumbling) "Just once, I'd like to see somebody's head come off for real... "
TR: "Sage pulling Gladiator to his feet, and setting him up... PILEDRIVER perfectly executed! And he goes for the quick pin! ONE! TWO! NO WAY! Gladiator kicks out, and it looks like it's going to take quite a bit more to get rid of him!"
JS: "More than Sage has.. I'll tell you that much."
LV: "You don't know that! Sage never backs down, and he has proven himself time and time again. That's why the National Championship is more legitimate than the World Championship!"
JS: "That's BULL. The guy you suck OFF made the belt, you dumb wh -- "
LV: "EXCUSE ME?!"
TR: "Back in the WRESTLING MATCH... Sage whips Gladiator into the ropes, but Gladiator reverses, and Sage OVER THE TOP ROPE! Silver just pulled the rope down and Sage fell to the floor in front of the entrance ramp! Silver... he's just... despicable!"
JS: "Oh, sure. Sage can attack Gladiator before the match with a metal shield and barb wire glove but if Silver helps even the score it's DIABOLICAL."
LV: "Enjoy it while you can, Jake... your days are numbered... Scotty warned you... "
JS: "Oh, shut up. You're only here to look good, and even THAT's a stretch."
TR: "I'd watch it, Jake. Sage trying to recuperate, and who's coming out from behind the curtain? MICHAEL MANSON. What's he doing here?! He's smiling, and he appears to be holding... piano wire?! And he just JUMPED on Sage, and he's choking him out with that piano wire while Silver distracts the ref!"
LV: "This is terrible! Gladiator is getting all the time in the world to recover!"
JS: "And he deserves it after what Sage did to him!"
TR: "Manson finally letting go, and he rolls Sage back into the ring for a rested Gladiator! Gladiator pulling Sage up, and look at this... Manson and Silver are hugging! Manson has JOINED Silver and company, it seems!"
JS: "That's because he knows who the winners around here are. Anarky, Silver, and Gladiator! You can't mess with these guys!"
LV: "Yeah, right. Where IS Anarky, anyway? Scared of facing Silver?"
JS: "Does Anarky strike you as the kind of guy who gets scared of ANYTHING?"
TR: "I'll answer that with a resounding NO. Gladiator has Sage set up in a gutwrench suplex and he executes it flawlessly! The cover! ONE! TW-- NOPE! Sage kicks out with AUTHORITY, and now Gladiator just trying to CHOKE HIM OUT! The ref giving him a warning, and he finally lets go... "
LV: "Gladiator will do ANYTHING to win, but so will Sage. It's the fans that are REALLY the winners here."
JS: "And one of the wrestlers. The other one is a certified LOSER. I'm looking at Sage here... "
TR: "Anyway. Gladiator now climbing the ropes... he's at the top, waiting for Sage to stand up, and he does! Gladiator jumping off with a spinning heel kick, and Sage just caught him - HIGH ANGLE POWERBOMB INTO A PIN! ONE!! TWO!!! THRE-- NOOOOO!!! SO CLOSE!"
LV: "Gladiator just got the wind knocked out of him, and it almost cost him the match!"
JS: "Almost. He won't make that mistake again."
TR: "Sage slowly up to his feet, and he pulls Gladiator up and scoops him up and SLAMS his down! Sage now with a big elbow! He hooks the leg for the cover! One! Two! Th-- Gladiator with the kick out!"
JS: "Get real. He's going to have to at least TRY... "
TR: "Sage now pulling him up, and he hooks him in for a double underhook suplex, but he's backing up to the ropes... and now he nails it - OVER THE TOP ROPE AND GLADIATOR TO THE FLOOOR!!! Oh MAN. Gladiator is in pain now, and Sage follows him out there! Sage grabs him and SMASHES his head against the steel steps! He's not giving any mercy!"
LV: "That's what it takes in this business, Ross! You can't give your opponent a MOMENT to catch his breath!"
JS: "Gladdy's just biding his time until he DESTROYS Sage."
TR: "Sage now WHIPS GLADIATOR INTO THE RING POST! Oh, dear God... Gladiator is just lying motionless on the floor now! Sage making his way over to Gladiator, and look at this... Silver is arguing with the ref about something, and somebody appears to be coming out of the crowd... ?"
LV: "It's Scott Allen, and he's got a chair? What's his deal?!"
JS: "You can ALWAYS count on the Pain Event!"
TR: "Allen with the chair, AND HE JUST CREAMED SAGE WITH THAT CHAIR!!! Sage is OUT COLD, and now Allen picks up Gladiator and rolls him back in the ring! Sage's cut is open, and he is bleeding like a stuck pig! Gladiator said he was going for the cut, and he had been unable up until now, but Allen has done him a favor, but why? And now Allen just shook hands with Silver - I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! First Manson! Now Allen! When will it stop?!"
JS: "When all of the really good wrestlers are together. And, from the looks of it, they are!"
LV: "You mean when all of the cowards hide behind each other's backs... "
TR: "The ref laying down the count of ten, but Silver stops him! He doesn't want Gladiator to get a count out victory! Sage slowly getting up... and now he's getting back in the ring, but he's met by a FLURRY of Gladiator lefts and rights! Sage staggering... and now Gladiator with a standing dropkick sends Sage onto his back!"
LV: "You may not like him, but you HAVE to give Gladiator credit! The man can FIGHT with the BEST of 'em!"
JS: "BETTER than the best of 'em!"
TR: "Sage now up to the top rope... going up from the inside... Sage to his feet... MOONSAULT BY GLADIATOR! Into the pin! ONE! TWO! THR-- NO!!!! Sage with the kick out! But Sage is still bleeding heavily... and so is Gladiator! This ring is COVERED in blood!"
JS: "Finally... it's about TIME."
LV: "Is that all you care about? The amount of blood spilled in the ring?"
JS: "Pretty much, yeah."
TR: "Gladiator slowly pulling Sage to his feet and into a front face lock - DOUBLE ARM DDT! The cover! ONE! TWO! THREE-- NOOOOOO!!! SO close! I can't believe Sage kicked out! BARELY!"
JS: "SLOW COUNT. Gladiator should be CHAMP."
TR: "Would you please be quiet? Gladiator now going up top... he's signalling for something big! Sage is still out on his back! SHOOTING STAR PRESS AND HE MISSED IT! HE MISSED IT! Gladiator is just... he's just in a HEAP, and Sage isn't moving either! The ref laying down the count! One! Two! Three! Still no movement! Four! Five! Six! Sage slowly starting to move... Seven.. Eight... Sage almost with the cover! And he has it! ONE... TWO... THRE! NOO! Gladiator GOT OUT SOMEHOW! And Sage can't BELIEVE THIS!"
JS: "That's right, Sage... it'll take more than LEGIT DEATH to put Gladiator away!"
LV: "What're you talking about?"
JS: "Nevermind."
TR: "Sage... very slowly... getting to his feet... and he's signalling for his finisher! He pulls Gladiator up... gets on the second turnbuckle and grabs Gladiator... THE BLACK PLAGUE!!! HE HIT IT! HE HIT IT! IT'S OVER! ONE... TWO... THRREE--- NOOOOOO!!!! Gladiator KICKED OUT! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!"
JS: "Okay, Ross! You don't have to YELL!!!"
LV: "I... I can't believe it. Sage... Sage is beside himself!"
JS: "HEEEEERE'S ANARKY!"
LV: "Oh, would you look at this? Anarky coming out here and he's smiling and clapping at Sage! Sage... Sage is staring at him in disbelief!"
TR: "This... this is unbelievable. Sage arguing with the ref, but the ref is shaking his head, saying it was only two! Sage slowly pulling Gladiator up! GORILLA PRESS! And he's carrying him over to the turnbuckle for the Scorn Death Drop, but GLADIATOR JUST RAKED HIS EYES! Gladiator just fell back, but Sage is blinded, and Gladiator just CLIPPED HIS KNEE! Oh, man... "
LV: "It just keeps going and going. Anarky now at ringside with Allen, Manson, and Silver! It's like a whole CREW down here."
JS: "A very dangerous crew, I might add."
TR: "Nobody's arguing that. And the ref telling them all to take a hike, and they are arguing with it... but the ref has made his decision! And they are all OUTTA HERE! It's one on one! Gladiator pulling Sage into the center of the ring, and he covers him! ONE! TWO! TH-- KICKOUT! Sage got out again... and Gladiator can't believe this... "
JS: "I can't believe the audacity of the ref, throwing them out of there! They were just WATCHING."
LV: "I don't know YOUR definition of watching, but where I come from, hitting people with chairs and choking them out with piano wire counts as SLIGHTLY more than watching."
TR: "Gladiator calling for the Thumbs Down... he hooks Sage in... HE NAILED IT! SAGE MIGHT BE OUT! But Gladiator... he can't make the pin... too much blood loss.. he's crawling over to him... and now he finally covers him! ONE... TWO... THREE! NOOOOOO!!!! Sage just got his foot on the ropes! This one isn't over yet!"
JS: "This should've been over years ago! That's TWO counts that should've been three!"
LV: "Your job is to CALL IT, not COUNT IT."
TR: "Gladiator grabs Sage and throws him into the turnbuckle, but Sage reverses! Gladiator hits the turnbuckle HARD and now comes back - Sage with the GORILLA PRESS! And now he drops him face first on the turnbuckle! SCORN DEATH DROP!!! The cover! ONE... TWO... THREE--NO! I just can't believe this! What's it gonna take to put either man away?!"
JS: "Sage will be going down momentarily!"
LV: "Like fun he will."
JS: "LIKE FUN HE WILL?! What is this, SESAME STREET?"
TR: "Sage setting up for another Black Plague... but Gladiator counters! GERMAN SUPLEX INTO A BRIDGE! ONE! TWO! THRE-NO! Sage GETS HIS SHOULDER UP! This is... unbelievable! Gladiator now grabs Sage - INVERTED DDT! ANOTHER PIN! ONE! TWO! THREE-NOOOO!"
JS: "Just STAY DOWN, Sage. You're only delaying the inevitable... "
LV: "Just hold on... you can do it, Sage... "
TR: "Gladiator going up top again... Sage is not even moving... Gladiator from the top rope - FROG SPLASH FROM THE TOP ROPE!!! The cover! ONE! TWO! THRE- KICKOUT! Gladiator can't handle this... pulling Sage up again... and they are both bleeding PROFUSELY. This is... this is... "
JS: "Entertaining?"
LV: "Honorable?"
TR: "DISGUSTING. And it looks like Gladiator now going for the superplex... he has Sage up on the second rope! Wait! Sage just grabbed Gladiator! BLACK PLAGUE! BLACK PLAGUE! THE COVER! ONE... TWO... THREEEEE!!!!!"
JS: "NOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
(The crowd explodes as the bell rings. All of the sudden, Anarky, Silver, Allen and Manson come down to the ring and jump in.)
TR: "Sage has done it... he's retained the National Title... but here are these... vultures. Anarky just grabbed Sage! CHAOS BREAKER! HE NAILED IT! And Sage is OUT COLD!"
LV: "How despicable... "
JS: "Kill him. Just... kill him."
TR: "And Silver just grabbed the mic!"
DOC SILVER: "Sage... what're we gonna do with you? Oh, well... I guess this only delays the inevitable, right? Your title will be ours soon enough. BEHOLD! The greatest... the ONLY stable in the FWF... that's worth watching. The only one worth EXISTING. We are... THE EMPIRE... and we... will CONTROL... and RUN... the FWF."
TR: "This is bull... The Empire? Get out of here! This is... somebody do something!"
LV: "And look! That shabby security guard is trying to do something! Him and Silver are arguing now while Anarky grabbed the mic!"
(Anarky grabs the microphone while Allen and Manson hold up Sage, bleeding and nearly unconscious, by the arms, up to Anarky's face.)
ANARKY: "Sage... I know you think this hurts... I know you think this is bad. But this is only the beginning. You have only just STARTED to feel true pain. Relish this, Sage... because it only stays like this for so long. I will humiliate you... I will ruin you. Congrats, Sage. You passed the test. Now you get me... now you get ANARKY. Now you get THE EMPIRE. And you, Sage? You will never... EVER... be the same again."
TR: "Silver just shoved that security guard, who nearly fell over! Silver is quite sick of dealing with this man, but he's not backing down!"
JS: "Just kill him! What's he doing here, anyway? GO HOME, BUM."
TR: "Silver just grabbed him, and he's gonna punch his lights out - but the bum grabs him - BLACK MOUNTAIN SPLASH?!? WHAT THE?!"
JS: "It can't be... "
LV: "But... could it?"
TR: "Manson saw it and just charged! The man backdrops him over the top rope! Anarky charges, and the man catches him with a lariat! Allen swings, but the man ducks and DROPKICKS HIM OUT OF THE RING! This man has cleared the ring... and he removes the disguise! IT'S STONE WOLF! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! STONE WOLF IS BACK! HE'S BACK!!! And he's cleared the ring of The Empire!!!"
JS: "I can't believe this... this night... it's been horrible."
LV: "Stone Wolf? Helping Sage?"
TR: "And Sage finally getting up. They're both waiting... and... look at this. Sage extending his hand... Stone Wolf looks at it... "
JS: "What, he can't figure out what to do with it? He always WAS slow... "
LV: "I'm ignoring that one."
TR: "Good call. Stone Wolf... still looking at it! And YES! He shakes it! I can't believe this... after their match in January, Stone Wolf didn't accept... but here we are! This is... amazing!"
LV: "That should about do it!"
JS: "What an awful night."
TR: "For Jake Shades and Lady Veronica, I'm Tony Ross... we'll see YOU at Battleground in 3Com Park in San Francisco!"
(FADEOUT as The Empire stands outside the ring staring holes at Stone Wolf and Black Sage, who stand in the ring side by side.)