

{As the scene opens up the camera is panning across thousands upon thousands of screeming EWI fans who have filled The United Center with their signs. With the Extreme Screen showing shots of the different EWI stars the camera instantly cuts to Brett Sanders and Garrett McFarland who are sitting at the announcer's table ringside.}
BS: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! This is the one you've been waiting for! Welcome to GENESIS! As always I'm Brett Sanders and alongside, for the ride, is Garrett McFarland.
GM: I'm looking fowards to tonight cause Rob Samspon has finally written a check that his ass can't cash! Tonight he puts his title against Eddy Love's SSN World Title and I'm looking forward to that!
BS: You know it's the EWI Extreme World Title and what was up with all of SSN attacking Dan Ryan before the show?
GM: Like a general in a war you have to cut down every obstacle before you can achieve your goal and claim victory. Obviously The Ego Buster was one of those obstacles that the SSN was worried about, but not anymore!
Cue Up: Marilyn Manson, Beutiful People.
GM: Hello... what have we here? Gemini isn't even scheduled until much later in the show.
BS: Gemini obviously has something on his mind here Garrett.
(Gemini strides out from the back and begins to stride down to the ring in full gear. He looks to be in a good mood, a naughty little smile playing on his lips. He gracefully rolls into the ring, microphone in hand and begins to address the crowd.)
Gemini: Well, well, well. Here we are, the quarterfinals of the King of the Cage tournement, and we are down to what can only be called a surprising final four. There's a personal favourite of ours, Tabu. A piece of white trash named Ash. An alien invader from the crab nebula named Bradley Striker, and of course, there's us. Old Two Face. The Pain Lovin Freak. Gemini.
(There is a mixed crowd pop. Some people are not thrilled with Gemini calling Ash white trash.)
Gemini: Now we'd like to point out that the last few months here have not been a whole lot of fun for us. Marcus Gottfried has been a massive thorn in our side, we've had Zero matches outside of the ones that Zieba scheduled, and in general, SSN has let us know in no uncertain terms we're not welcome in this federation. Why? Why is this occurring? Because the SSN marketing machine has decided that they can't market us. We're not the 'image' that SSN chooses to project. They don't want a guy that goes around sewing his lips shut or electrocuting himself. They want a generic, stable, handsome and marketable representative for their marketing machine. Now, honestly folks. There is really no way that we fit in with that job description. Is that our fault? Sadly, it partially is.
BS: What? What is Gemini talking about?
GM: Hey! Maybe Gemini has seen the light! He's going to leave the federation! Another victory for SSN!
Gemini: You see folks, we had one of our weekly therapy sessions a few days ago, and we were discussing with our therapist the problems that we have been having with SSN. The therapist suggested we try and take a more... tolerable stance. Try and fit in, work with the team, show some compromise. We thought very hard on that for a long time, and we realised that perhaps there is a side of us that Marcus Gottfried hasn't seen. He knows that we are a punishing brawler. A hardcore freak. A dangerous former mental patient. He knows that we have been a very staunch supporter of the EWI, and he knows that we think the way that he has been running this federation is crap.
(The crowd pops again, firmly behind Gemini's assessment of the federation.)
Gemini: But what Marcus DOESN'T know about us is this. We can be a student of culture. We've read the great works, taken part in the great plays. We ask you this, who could better play the hunchbacked King in Henry III than us?
BS: That's very true.
GM: Quiet Brett, show some respect for Gemini's resignation from the company.
Gemini: Now to be honest, we would have liked to demonstrate our theatrical skill for the whole audience here, but really, it has been ages since we took part in even a high school production of Hamlet. So to show Mr Gottfried how sincere we are about fitting in with this company, we arranged for a pair of proffessional thespians to come and perform a brief scene from Macbeth for you tonight!
GM: WHAT? He's arranged for SHAKESPEARE?
BS: Well, this should be novel!
Gemini: Now without further ado, we would like to present our actresses this evening, (Gemini pulls out a piece of paper and studies it for a second.) Mistress Xandra, Tabitha Hunt and Amber Hills, our thespiens for the evening!
Cue Up: Iron Maiden, 'Bring Your Daughter to the Slaughter'
(There is a large flash of Pyro and three woman walk out of the back area. The first woman is dressed head to toe in black leather, thigh high stilletto boots, heavy makeup and an incredibly lowcut leather bustier complete with pvc gloves. A long braided ponytail snakes down her back. A heavy, ugly bullwhip is coiled around her waist and over her shoulder. The two girls following her are a pair of buxom stunning blondes dressed in matching leather bikinis and stilletto high heels. Both of the women wear collars complete with dangling silver chains attached to the leather leash in the first woman's gloved hand. The woman strut down the ramp and towards the ring.)
BS: Well... this looks to be a very... intruiging interpretation of Hamlet.
GM: I have no idea where this is going, but I sure do like it.
(The woman slide into the ring, the leather clad leader approaches Gemini and slowly uncoils her whip, she taps her leg with the whip as she speaks.)
Mistress Xandra: You Gemini?
Gemini: We are.
Mistress Xandra: You certainly are (BEEEP)ing ugly.
Gemini: Why thank you. Are you ready to perform your interpretation of Macbeth for us tonight?
Mistress Xandra: I don't think I've ever performed before this many people before. This will cost you.
Gemini: Hey, if it keeps Gottfried happy, it's worth it.
(Gemini rolls out of the ring and joins the broadcasting crew.)
BS: Uh... Gemini... you're going to be joining us?
Gemini: Are you kidding us Brett? We hear these women are the most gifted performers in the city! We wouldn't miss this for the world!
GM: I gotta say this Gemini, you are rapidly becoming one of our favourite sports entertainers!
Gemini: Why thank you Garrett, though that is a somewhat dubious compliment at best. Quiet now, it looks like they are about to start...
(The camera flips back to the ring, where the three women are getting ready to perform. The two women in the leather bikini's kneel before Mistress Xandra as she starts to speak.)
Xandra: (Rubs herself suggestively.) When shall we three meet again? (Grabs Amber by the hair.) In thunder, lightning or in rain?
Amber: (Runs her hand up Xandra's leg.) when the hurly burly's done. When the battle's lost and won.
Tabitha: That will be ere the set of sun. (Slides behind Amber and starts to fondle her.)
Xandra: (Grinding her crotch into Amber's face.) Where the place?
Amber: (Moaning) Upon the heath.
Tabitha: (Slides up to kiss Xandra) There to meet with Macbeth.
Xandra: (Screams and cracks her whip.) I coooooooooooome, Graymalkin!
Amber: (Giggling) Paddock calls.
Tabitha: Anon, baby, Anon.
All three: (Moaning and grinding against each other.) Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.
(Garrett abruptly bounces to his feet and begins to applaud enthusiastically)
GM: BRAVO! BRAVO! BRILLIANT!
Gemini: That was certainly... unique.
BS: I can't really say I've ever quite seen Macbeth that way Gemini.
Cue Up: 'Darkside' - Crazy Train.
(Marcus Gottfried appears onstage with a gaggle of security officers. He has a microphone in hand and a furious expression on his face. He motions the security officers down to the ring and begins to speak into the microphone.)
Gottfried: THIS IS OVER! NOW! Security, get those SLUTS out of my ring! And YOU, you pestilence, you nightmare, you worthless FREAK! I will see you in the back so I can fire you in private! Security, you get that scumbag into my office right now!
(The security officers hustle Gemini and the three 'actresses' to the back.)
BS: Well... it looks like Gemini and Gottfried will be having a bit of a chat before Gemini's match tonight.
GM: I have to say Brett... I have totally changed my opinion of Gemini. I really like that guys point of view...
BS: Riiiight... fans, coming up next I'm being told that we've still got wrestlers showing up to The United Center!
GM: We do? That means they're late! Oh they're gonna get docked for this!
BS: Let's join Victoria McCave outside as she tries to get a word with who is trying to get in.
GM: I KNEW THOSE CHICKS LOOKED FAMLIAR!!! They work with Vic the Trick on Hooker and Vine!
BS: Would you stop that!
(The camera fades in from black on the the front of the Chicago United Center. Dozens and Dozens and Dozens of screaming fans awaiting outside trying to get into the arena to catch the last EWI event "Genesis." Fans all over the outside crowd shivering in the chilling windy cold holding up homemade signs like girls holding up signs like, "Twin Phoenix; no man, woman, or man can stand in their way." Or "Twin Phoenix; gimmicks, they don't need no stinking gimmicks." Then you have the occasional crude, rude, and socially unattractive perverts called men holding up signs like: "Bankok, Bankok, Twin Phoenix can bang my c***." {Obviously the television censors have censored those type of signs off camera with those funny blurs.} Finally the crowd goes absolutely berserk when a blue Dodge Intrepid pulls up in front of the arena. The crowd hovers around the car. Security moves through the crowd to create a path for the individuals inside of the car. The door opens and Yeh Shen Li and Trynyty Wang, dressed in street attire, emerge from the car with their bags in hand. The crowd goes crazy as they try to get their autograph and all else that fans try to do. The security trying to clear a path for them into the building. Yeh Shen and Trynyty shake hands and quickly sign autographs as they walk into the building. Victoria McCave makes her way through the crowd to meet them half way to interview them. The camera fades in for a close up, lets here what's going on.)
VM: "Yeh Shen, Trynyty, can I have a quick word with you before you enter the building?"
Yeh Shen: (Talking over the screaming fans as they start to calm down.) "Of course Miss McCave."
VM: "Oh please, none of this Miss McCave stuff, please call me Vicki, anyone that is a friend of Michael Shultze...Hellfighter. (A mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd.)...is a friend of mine."
Trynyty: "Of course Vicki, please ask away."
VM: "Yes, and thank you. Yeh Shen and Trynyty, also known as Twin Phoenix, since entering the EWI, you have shown that women can truly compete against the men of EWI, and to that note in the passed two weeks you have been successful against two of the biggest female personas in the EWI in the form of Rique Rosanna Fairhurst and her tag team oponant Miso who you will fight again tonight in your first EWI PPV match, your thoughts about your oponants tonight."
Yeh Shen: "Yes, it goes like this. We have treated you Miss Fairhurst and your tag team partner Miss Miso very seriously, we knew that you two would try and interfere during our match on Shockwave and Heatwave, and we cut you off at the pass...so to speak. We know that you are better than most guys are, just like Trynyty and me, and now just like we anticipated, that we knew we would fight you in tag team competition tonight. We were and are ready for you tonight. YOu can say the same for us, we both have had time to scout each other out, and get an idea what we are both capiable of doing in the ring. Well now, you are fighting us together in a tag team match. Trynyty and myself are a team, we play off of each other, and we are ready to hit. We know that we are not that big, but are stamina, dexterity, speed, awareness, and heart make up for our lack in size. Miss Fairhurst, you may be big with lots of power moves, but you have to catch us in order to slam us with one of your moves. We know that you will come at us with everything you've got, and you will find out that you will need a little more than your best to keep us down."
Trynyty: "Miso, for somebody who really is not a full time wrestler, you can sure can wrestle. You can hold your own against anyone of us. We will give you respect where respect is due, and you have earned it. But let it be known that when we get in that ring, and that bell has sounded, all respect goes strait out the window. It doesn't matter how good you or Fairhurst claim to be, or even how good we claim to be for that matter. All that will matter is right then and there. For all we know, we could be not in the match, or we could make one fatal mistake which could cost us the match, and you both could capitalize on it, and vice versa. But Yeh Shen and I aren't looking to make mistakes, and I am certain that the same could be said about you as well. We do take you seriously, but you better take us seriously. That goes to both of you. You take us for granted, and well...you know what happens, I don't need to say it a loud. The time is ticking down. Until the whole world pays close attention to our match. Say what you will, it doesn't matter who wins though, just as long as all four of us show that we can truly compete at the men's level...or even at a level or two ahead of them."
Yeh Shen: "So Fairhurst, Miso, which would you rather be, a top up and coming superstar wrestler, or just another armpiece for the men making them look good, and then do a chick/cat fight hoping that something doesn't fall out? You have our answer, but we wander what's your answer. See you in the ring. Good luck, and may history be made."
Trynyty: "Thank you Vicki for your time, now if you excuse us, we must get ready for tonight."
VM: "Your welcome Yeh Shen and Trynyty, and thank you for your time. GOod luck ot the both of you tonight. (Security escorts Yeh Shen and Trynyty into the building with most of the crowd trying to follow behind them.) There you have it ladies and gentlemen, very open, candid, and honest thought from Yeh Shen Li and Trynyty Wang of the earmarked for superstardom here in EWI Twin Phoenix getting set for their first EWI PPV 'Genesis.' Could this be a sign of their new beginning, only time will tell as it ticks down to their time to shine in the spot light. They have the weight of women wrestling in EWI resting on their shoulders, can they hold the weight on their small shoulders. Brett and Gerald back to you."
(The camera fades back to Brett Sanders and Gerald McFarland at the comentating table.)
GM: Looks like someone has Fairhurst and Miso's number.
BS: That remains to be seen. Folks, up first on the show is the semi-finals for the King of the Cage and with that is our first paring as Ash will be taking on Tabu!
GM: Tabu has been impressive ever since he gave the company to the SSN and I respect him for that. I actually see him winning this thing thus giving the final kick in the teeth to Zieba ill-fated ploy.
BS: Think that you might he still would have to get past Ash and he's one man that can't be overlooked.
GM: Ask Sky Suicide that.
["Stupify" by Disturbed cues up and Ash walks out onto the entrance ramp. He looks around at the crowd, who greets him with a mixed reaction. He's wearing the usual attire: black shirt and jeans. He has a lit cigarette in his mouth and an emotionless look on his face as he walks to the ring. He pulls a microphone from his pocket and lifts it to his mouth as if to speak. He hesitates and looks out across the crowd. He walks over to the turnbuckle and leans on it before speaking.]
A: Today is the day of reckoning. Today is the day that I prove to the world that I'm more than a hack that can't win a match without bashing someone's head in with a baseball bat. I've proved in the past that I'm as skilled a technical wrestler as I am an extreme wrestler. And tonight, I know that I'm going to have to pull everything out of my arsenal to beat a wrestler the calibur of Tabu. He's been extreme in the past. He used to be a monster. But since adapting a more... family friendly style of wrestling... he's just not the man that he used to be. He may be a skilled mat wrestler, but someone doesn't go from being a hardcore legend to a technical master overnight. Tabu still has weaknesses. I will find those weaknesses and I will exploit them. I will bring them out into the open and show the world that... well, that I'm simply BETTER than you are, Tabu.
[Ash takes a puff off of his cigarette.]
A: And while my technical side IS going to have to be shown in order for me to win this match, the fact still remains that this match IS in the confines of ... a cage. Tabu, it is because of YOU that we're not running the show here. It's your fault that Marcus Gottfried and his goons are running around like they own the place, and because of YOU they DO OWN the place! And because of that simple fact, I can NOT allow you to advance in this tournament. I will do everything that I can to prevent that from happening.
[Ash walks to the walls of the cage and runs a burnt hand across the steel.]
A: Tabu, you are a sorry excuse for a wrestler. You used to be great. You used to be unstoppable. But now that you've got that ball-and-chain that you call a manager, you've gone nowhere but downhill. Face it, man. Your undeserved time in the spotlight is over. Tonight, I will help you continue your descent into obscurity. Tonight, your fame diminish. I'm not in this to make you look good or put you over. I'm not in this to make you famous. You may be remembered for this match by future wrestling fans, but it won't be because you put on a great fight. It'll be because you put on your last fight. Tonight I'm going to demolish you and advance onto the final round of this tournament and get my shot at the title that I TRULY deserve. Tabu, as much as you've accomplished in the past, as many bloody wars as you have fought... Nothing can prepare you for what you're going to have to go through tonight. Not to win; to survive.
[Ash smiles and shakes on the steel cage as if testing it.]
A: 'Coz that's what you're fighting for, bub. Survival. You see, there's no WAY in HELL that you can win this match. It's just not in the cards for you. It's going to take everything that you can dish out just to keep your career ALIVE during after this match. Tonight, Tabu, you will feel a TRUE Burning Sensation.
[A sly grin falls upon Ash's face as he tosses the mic out of the cage and waits on Tabu to enter.]
BS: A "true" Burning Sensation? I wonder what he means by that?
GM: I dunno, but whatever it is.. it CAN'T be good for Tabu!
BS: (sniff) (sniff) Does it smell weird in here to you, Gary?
GM: Did you let one, Sanders?
BS: No! Ever since they let the cage down, I've been smelling something funny.
"Hate Me Now" by Puff Daddy & Nas blasts through the arena as Tabu appears on the rampway, along with Sweet Melissa. Tabu pauses, glaring at the cage a moment, studying it. Slowly, he enters, the ref slamming the door behind him with a crash. The ref locks the door and the match begins.
GM: Tabu smells it to. Have you ever heard of Beano?
BS: That aside, this match is now underway!
GM: No answer. Someone's self-concious
Ash dashes toward Tabu, who reaches out to grab him, but at the last second Ash drops down, sliding between Tabu's legs and then nailing a vicious low blow. Tabu clutches his lower regions for a short moment, then spins, attempting to stiff arm his opponent. He's too slow, however, and ash catches his arm from beneath, lifting the 240 pounder into a fireman's carry.
BS: Ash is taking an early advantage, and that may be the only way to keep Tabu down.
GM: We'll see.
Ash grabs Tabu by the hair, lifting him up. Ash tries for a belly to back suplex, but Tabu manages to bully his way out of it, nailing Ash in the face with a spinning heel kick. The Bombay Native follows up with a piledriver, while Ash is still dazed. Before Ash can get to his feet, Tabu is on the top rope, delivering a devastating legdrop. The entire ring shakes from the impact.
GM: Boom. He'll feel that in the morning.
BS: I'd wager that he's feelin' it right now, Gary.
Tabu grabs Ash by his bald head, pulling him violently to his feet. Tabu ducks around behind him, going for an Arabian legsweep, but Ash manages to elbow Tabu in the side of the head, causing him to fall to the mat. While he's down, Ash drops down and locks on a Crucifix Armbar. Tabu Struggles to break the move, but fails miserably. Ash holds the lock for a few seconds, then lets go, following up with a leg drop of his own.
BS: Ash is fighting back! Tabu is down!
Now in control, Ash pulls Tabu up, giving him a DDT in the center of the ring. Ash smirks down at Tabu, trashing talking him.
GM: Now, I'd like to see more of this. (Shouting) CAN WE GET A MIC IN THERE?
BS: Don't count Tabu out yet, he's starting to get to his feet and Ash is too busy trash-talking to care!
As Ash stands above Tabu, yelling various insults and obscenities, Tabu gets up on his shoulder, locking his legs around Ash's neck. In one fluid motion, Tabu Hurricanranas Ash into the mat with a sickening thud. Tabu once again mounts the top turnbuckle, flying off with a breath-taking triple jump moonsault, but at the last second, Ash rolls out of the way and Tabu collides violently with the mat.
GM: That's gotta hurt.
BS: This looks like the break that could get Ash the victory.
GM: Literally.
Ash jumps to his feet and strides over to the wall of the cage. He pulls a small, metallic lighter from his pants, and lights it. With a smirk, he puts the flame to the wall of the cage, the entire wall of the cage exploding into flames immediately. Ash takes a step back, watching as the entire cage is quickly covered in flame. Tabu, who has by now recovered, stands near the center of the cage, glancing about with suprise as the walls around him blaze.
GM: WOA! Is it just me, or is it hot in here?
BS: I knew something smelled funny! Ash had the cage coated in gasoline! This is amazing!
GM: This can't be good for Tabu, but....who cares?
In a split second, Tabu charges toward Ash, whose back is turned. As Tabu nears, Ash spins around, grabbing Tabu by the arm and whipping him into the flaming cage. Tabu bounces off, dazed, but Ash shoulder blocks him back into it, Tabu's pants igniting into flames.
GM: He's gonna wanna put that out before little Tabu gets burned!
BS: That's sick Gary, but very true!
Ash takes several steps back, Tabu slapping his legs, wildly attempting to put his pants out. As Tabu struggles to extinguish the flames, Ash delivers a swift side kick, and immediately follows up with "Burning sensation" (PowerBomb Suplex). He stands there, smiling as Tabu's pants burn themselves out, singing his legs, then goes for the pin.
GM: And he wins it. What a great ending.
BS: Well, Ash advances to the finals, but what kind of condition will Tabu be in after this?
GM: Who knows? Who cares?
Immediately after Ash is announced the winner, several SSN crewmen sprint down the ramp, fire extinguishers in hand. They begin spraying the entire cage, from top to bottom, untill the flames are put out. The cage has been warped, the walls bending slightly inward. Black ash clings to the bars, contrasting with the powder from the fire extinguishers.
Ash kicks the door, ripping it off its half-melted hinges, then takes his leave, snickering as he walks up the ramp.
BS: It's gonna take awhile for the officials to fix that cage up.
GM: They need to clean it up. How could they allow Ash to do something like that?
BS: What? You think he actually went out there and TOLD them he was going to do that?
GM: He is stupid enough.
BS: I'm not even gonna address that. Folks, I'm being told that we've got something going on backstage .....
(The camera opens up in the backstage area, Gottfried and Gemini are having a discussion surrounded by a large number of security officers. Well, Gemini is trying to talk, but Gottfried is too busy yelling at him to let Gemini get a word in edgewise.)
Gottfried: (yelling) You stupid FREAK! Who in the hell do you think you are running a porno show in the middle of my ring! Do you know how much trouble you have caused?
Gemini: Well Marcus...
Gottfried: SHUT UP! I haven't even told you to SPEAK yet! As a matter of fact, I don't even WANT to hear a word from your deranged, ridiculous freak mouth!
Gemini: Now Marcus...
Gottfried: DID I NOT JUST TELL YOU TO SHUT UP? You get your gear, and your little WHORES, and your facepaint, and your tables and all that stupid hardcore crap and you can get the hell out of my federation! You are FIRED! Do you hear me Gemini? Does that penetrate your moronic, retarded skull? FIRED!
Gemini: Are you finished yet?
Gottfried: I'm finished speaking, you are just finished PERIOD!
Gemini: First of all, you can't fire us. We're under contract to EWI, not SSN. Secondly, we do not appreciate the tone of your voice or the harsh language that you are using with us. Third, we're not going anywhere tonight. We have a match with Bradley Striker and we're looking forward to pounding the living crap out of him. So forget it. We're not leaving you anal retentive little prick.
(Gottfried quckly punches Gemini in the face. He freezes dead the moment that he does it. Gemini doesn't even flinch or move, but a small trickle of blood oozes out of his nostril and down his face. The entire security team tenses and waits for the explosion, but it doesn't happen. Gemini just stands stock still, staring a hole through Gottfried, while Gottfried stares back. Finally, Gottfried blinks first and looks away.)
Gottfried: (Motions to the security team.) Get him out of here.
Gemini: (Still staring at Gottfried.) Any single one of you mother(BEEP)rs touches us, you're (BEEEP)ng toast.
(The security holds back... obviously nervous about approaching Gemini.)
Gottfried: (Looks around angrily.) You heard me, you minimum wage morons! Get rid of him!
Gemini: Don't even think about it boys. We have no quarrel with you, and you sure don't want one with us.
(One of the guards reaches up and pulls the 'Security Officer' badge off of his shirt. He tosses it to the ground at Gottfrieds feet.)
Guard1: Minimum wage moron? (BEEEP) you Gottfried. (Turns and walks away.)
(The guards slowly one by one turn and walk away from Gemini and Gottfried. Gottfried watches them all go with a stunned expression then turns back to face Gemini with what can only be called a bleak expression.)
Gottfried: If you lay one finger on me, I'll sue you for every dime you have.
Gemini: (Takes one step closer, until Gottfried and Gemini are nose to nose.)
Gemini: As much pleasure as it would give us to rip you limb from limb Gottfried, we don't have time to waste on you. We have a match tonight with Brad Striker. We're going to win that match. We're going to win the match after that one two. That will finish off the King of the cage, and that will leave us in a good position for a title shot with your paper champion Eddy Love. And you know what Marcus? When we get our hands on your boy, we're going to destroy him. We're going to beat his ass from one side of that ring to the other and take his title. THEN, Marcus, only then will we take the very gratifying pleasure of paying you back for that cheap shot you just took by taking that world title and SHOVING IT DOWN YOUR THROAT!
(Marcus just stares wide eyed at Gemini, his hands shaking slightly as he sweats profusely. Gemini glares at him in that disturbing manner that he seems to have down pat.)
Gemini: Boo.
(Marcus jumps about a foot in the air. He recovers and glowers at Gemini. Gemini smirks, then turns and walks away with his back turned to Gottfried. Gottfried watches Gemini leave with an unreadable expression, then finally notices the camera.)
Gottfried: Turn that thing off!
(The camera fades back to Brett Sanders and Garrett McFarland at the comentating table.)
BS: (laughing) Oh that's a good one. He must've jumped ten feet in the air.
GM: Laugh it up fuzzball. He'll fine you too ya know.
BS: Hmm ... as I check my wallet. HA HA HA! I think I will!
GM: I hate when the tables are turned like this.
BS: Well kidding aside the cage is finally ready to go and so is our other semi-final match which puts former Intercontinental Champion Brad Striker against, and what a surprise, former World Champion Gemini.
GM: After what I saw I hope Striker kicks his teeth in!
BS: Earlier today our cameras caught up with Brad Striker and here's what he had to say ...
("Superstar" Brad Striker is pacing back in forth in front of the camera, rubbing his chin and deep in thought. He is wearing red wrestling tights with a gold barbed wire design wrapped around the legs and sprigs of holly for the Christmas effect. Striker is also wearing a black shirt but it is unbuttoned and you can clearly see that his ribs are taped up after the attack by Chris Lehew's personal trainers and being put through a table by Ruiner at Heatwave in Detroit. In a further example of the toll this King of the Cage tournament is taking on him, Striker's head is heavily bandaged after being busted open by Angelus in the last round. The former IC champion stops pacing and looks into the camera.)
BS: Well, well, well, who would have thought it huh? "Superstar" Brad Striker into the semi-finals of a tournament especially designed to showcase the talents of the misfits and freaks of the EWI. A tournament so brutal that a skilled technical wrestler and superior showman like myself shouldn't have lasted past the first round. Well guess what cats and kittens? I'm still here and I'm heading straight to the top!
(Striker throws his head back, sticks out his chest and puts his hands on his hips in a classic superhero pose. Unfortunately the pain from his various injuries cause him to wince and then hold his head, canceling out the impact his brave pose was supposed to have. Trying to quickly save face, Striker resumes the stance but much slower this time.)
BS: At Genesis the legions of Strikerettes around the globe will get the best Christmas present ever when they see me become the King of the Cage AND the number one contender to the Extreme World title. I mean, it's inevitable isn't it? Since day one of my entry into the EWI/SSN I have been the shining light and uncrowned figurehead for this company. Ratings have never been higher, pay per view rates have shot through the roof and now I am going to be rewarded for my immense skills by getting a crack at this federation's top prize. The only man, or men I should say, who stands in my way now is....GEMINI.
(A serious expression comes over Striker's face. He relaxes his stance a little, standing there with fists clenched.)
BS: Gemini, it's down to you and me. Oh I know that Tabu has to meet Ash in the other semi final but the whole world knows that the eventual winner will be between me and you. The winner of our match will have little trouble handling one of those two numbnuts. This won't be the first time we have met Gemini. The last time was when, as a fighting champion, I defended my Intercontinental title against you and Cole Steele in a triple threat match. We both came out losers that night with Cole Steele getting the upset victory courtesy of a fast three count from a SSN referee, the only way that Marcus Gottfried could think of to get that gold from around my waist. I suppose that we're now fighting for the same cause now, to get the chance to reclaim the world title for the EWI and put one over Gottfried and his SSN groupies. While I was being stretchered from ringside after my much-deserved victory over Angelus, I heard your rousing speech big guy. I heard you talk about all the people in the EWI who have been screwed over by Gottfried and those words moved me Gemini. The only thing that I wasn't so clear on was why I haven't been approached by him? You claimed that Gottfried is trying to rid the SSN of wrestlers who aren't scientific, who aren't photogenic or handsome. Well, I fit into all those categories yet here I am, fighting the good fight for the EWI. Well Gemini, that got me thinking as I was being loaded into the ambulance, why not me? Didn't Gottfried think I was good enough? Of course that couldn't be the case. No, the reason Gottfried didn't recruit me was because I was TOO GOOD! He knew that my popularity with the Strikerettes and my staure in this business was too powerful for him and that he could never control me. As soon as that realisation hit me I knew that I had to climb off that stretcher and join my brothers in arms down at ringside. I knew that the EWI needed me in their darkest hour and after your inspirational words Gemini, how could I refuse?
(Brad Striker turns away from the camera for a moment, choked with emotion. Wiping his eyes, he turns back with a grin on his face.)
BS: So, I got to thinking. Why on earth should we, two men united against a common enemy, have to beat each other half to death in a barbaric match? You said that Erik Zieba made this tournament before he left so only a brutal, savage monster could qualify for the automatic shot at the title which definately makes you the favourite Gemini. But how about this? What if the man who gets the title shot is the epitome of what Gottfried wants as a SSN wrestler, only representing the EWI! That would be Marcus' REAL nightmare, don't you agree? So this is what I proprose. We step into that cage and you, in a show of unity for Team EWI, lie down in the middle of the ring and let me get the 1-2-3. Or, just let me leave the cage if you want, it's your call guys. Think about it, you know it makes sense for the EWI to have me as it's true flag bearer. Come on Gemini, don't let the fans down, don't let the EWI down. Do the right thing.
(Striker has a very sincere expression on his face as the camera goes for a close-up which is something of a first for him. The scene fades to black.)
GM: Now that's what I'm talking about. Just lay down for him Gemini and let's get it over with!
BS: Well I think he's about to be answered cause HERE COMES GEMINI!
GM: DAMN ... I hate him!
Cue Up: Marilyn Manson, Beautiful People
(Gemini appears at the top of the ramp in a massive burst of pyro. He storms through the fire and smoke with an expression that can only be described as borderline psychosis. He stomps down the ramp and into the ring, grabbing a microphone from a technician on the way there. He storms to the middle of the ring and waits for a second before speaking, then he addresses the crowd.)
Gemini: Our name, is Gemini. It's a play on the fact that on any given day there are at least two people rattling around in this skull. That is what initially we intended for our name to mean. Over a year ago, we entered this federation. And over that year, Gemini has grown to mean something different. Over that year Gemini has become the toughest, most unpredictable and vicious bastard in the whole federation.
(There is a loud crowd pop. Which Gemini calmly acknowledges, then continues.)
Gemini: What we are is not about catchphrases. We are not about selling t-shirts or pushing the numbers up to 6.0 on the SSN network. We're not about being the most popular guy in the backroom. We're not about being in movies, on TV shows or making the most goddamned money. What we are about is respect. When we step into that ring, our opponent either respects us, or we MAKE him respect us.
Gemini: Now it seems that no matter how hard we try, Marcus Gottfried is never going to willingly respect us. Fine. If he won't do it willingly, we're more than happy to make that tight assed little bastard respect us. And right now, the most aggravating way for us to do that is to win this tournement, and get that title shot so we can step in the ring one more time against Eddy Love. And let us tell you folks, we WILL win this match. We WILL win this tournement. We WILL win the world title. And then, when it's all said and done, WE'LL TAKE THAT TITLE AND SHOVE IT DOWN MARCUS GOTTFRIEDS THROAT!!!
(Another huge crowd pop... Gemini smirks and continues.)
Gemini: Now, as for our next opponent, it's Brad Striker. We could sit here and run Bradley into the ground with words, but the fact of the matter is this. It's the semi finals of this freaking tourney, and if you're still here, you're pretty damn good. However, pretty damn good ain't good enough tonight. So Bradley, get your ass down here because we've got one king sized ass kicking with your name on it!
The two men lock up. Striker struggles to gain the advantage but Gemini goes to the eyes and then chops him. He follows up with a right hand to the side of Striker's head and Striker goes down. Gemini stomps away on him.
BS: Gemini's opening offense isn't pretty, but it is effective.
Gemini pulls Striker to his feet but Gemini fires off a boot to the stomach and then rams Gemini's head into one of the steel support beams. Gemini staggers but doesn't go down. Striker hits a series of forearms on Gemini and then hits another boot to the stomach, doubling Gemini over. Striker takes him down with a springboard bulldog.
GM: Nice move by Striker!
BS: Both of these men know what it's like to hold NthWA gold and right now they're competing to get to the finals of this King of the Cage tournament so that they can get that coveted World title shot!
Striker whips Gemini to the ropes and catches him on the rebound to deliver a spinning backbreaker. Striker covers. The referee counts: One... Gemini kicks out. Striker nails Gemini with a springboard clothesline and covers again. The referee counts: One... two... Gemini kicks out.
BS: Nice persistence on Striker's part.
Both men get to their feet. Striker goes for a clothesline, but Gemini ducks under and gives Striker a reverse neckbreaker. Gemini follows up with a rolling elbow smash to the face. He then drives his knee down Striker's right knee. Striker grabs his knee but Gemini doesn't let up and instead executes a shinbreaker.
BS: Striker's in trouble here. Gemini;s trying to set him up for the Torquemada!
Striker manages to kick Gemini away and uses the ropes to stand up. He tests his knee and it seems to support him. Striker clotheslines Gemini. Brad Striker delivers a spinning backbreak to Gemini once but Gemini doesn't go down so he clothesline him again. Striker sends Gemini to the ropes but Gemini comes back and spears Striker to the mat.
GM: What a spear by Gemini! Damn!
Gemini grabs Brad Striker's leg and applies the Torquemada. The referee is checking the situation. Striker tries to escape, but Gemini has the hold locked on. Striker continues to struggle against the hold and refusing to submit. Finally he makes it to the ropes and the referee forces the break.
BS: Striker made it to the ropes, but I'm afraid the damage may be done.
GM: It's certainly no secret that the Torquemada is a vicious submission hold.
Gemini with a high knee on Brad Striker. He follows up with an elbowdrop. He then pulls Striker to his feet and gives a second reverse neckbreaker. He stomps away at Striker's injured knee as Striker claws at the cage, trying to stand. Gemini bends down to lock on the Torquemada but Striker grabs him by the hair and rams his face into the cage. Gemini stumbles away from Striker, allowing him to stand up. He comes back at Striker, but Striker kicks him in the stomach and executes the Superstar Slam.
BS: Striker hits the Superstar Slam from virtually out of nowhere!!
Striker locks Gemini in the Final Insult and the referee checks for a submission or tap-out. Gemini struggles but does not appear to be in great pain. He reaches out and grabs Striker's leg, pulling back on it and forcing Striker to break the hold. Gemini stands up and unleashes a chop on Striker, following up by ramming Striker's head into the cage twice. He then kicks Striker's bad leg out from under him and stomps away at it.
GM: Striker's Final Insult barely fazed Gemini! What the hell can stop this guy?!
Gemini pulls Striker up but Striker suddenly lashes out with a low blow. Striker goes for a powerbomb but his knee gives and Gemini comes crashing down on top of him. Gemini quickly pulls Striker up and chokeslams him back down to the canvas. The crowd roars as he locks on the Torquemada. The referee is checking for a tap out.
BS: Striker's got to be finished. That knee just can't take anymore.
Gemini tightens the hold.
GM: I can't believe Striker hasn't tapped out yet!
BS: I admire his courage but his career is at stake here!
Gemini clamps down on the hold. Striker continues to struggle and actually makes it to the ropes but Gemini drags him back to the middle of the ring and clamps the hold on even tighter, finally forcing Striker to tap out.
BS: Gemini has done it again! Gemini wins! It's going to be a Gemini and Ash affair in the finals!
GM: (holding his stomach) All of a sudden I've got this sick feeling.
BS: Wait ... I'm being told we've got something going on in the back ...
GM: AGAIN? Maybe we should just move the show back there!
[A Black Dodge Intrepid pulls up ouside the United Center. The Driver's door opens and out steps the Vice President of the EWI, Les McCarver. VP McCarver is dressed in a business suit, The VP reaches into his car and pulls out a briefcase. VP McCarver shuts the door and hits the alarm button on his car and turns and enters the arena. VP McCarver makes his way down a hallway, passing many of EWI's wrestlers, most of the wrestlers look with disbelief in their eyes. Suddenly from around a corner, Marcus Gottfried and Saul E. Dastardly appear. Both men stop and then rush over to VP McCarver, Marcus screaming as he moves.)
MG: What in the hell are you doing here? You were put out with Zieba, now get the hell out of here.
VPM: It's obvious that you haven't read any of your memo's that have come across your the desk the last few days. We both know that I've been through hell since you took over for Erik, but one thing you failed to notice is my contract. I have a guaranteed contract and I also have to ability to make special previsions to matches as I see fit for the enjoyment of the fans.
(VP McCarver pulls out a piece of paper and shoves it in Marcus Gottfried's face. Marcus grabs the paper and reads it over and then his face turns red.)
VPM: I hope that you don't mind, but I know that Genocide was booked for you, so I won't change any of the matches.....Except one.
SED: What? You can't do that.
(Marcus holds up his hand and Saul stops talking.)
MG: Fine, Mr. Vice President. Which match would that be?
VPM: Well seeing the hell you've put these two men through and the loyalty they've giving to the EWI in the past. The team of the Dark Carnival will face the Thril Killas in a [looks at Gottfried and then smirks] GENOCIDE Match.
(Marcus Gottfried looks like he's about to blow up and Saul E Dastardly looks at his boss in disbelief, as the Pro EWI Wrestlers in the background cheer loudly.)
VPM: Oh, and Marcus, I'll be keeping a close eye on what's going on in those title defenses this evening. You sir, have a good day and good luck.
(VP McCarver turns and walks away with a big smile on his face.)
BS: It looks like Marcus Gottfried isn't the only one that can pull some strings around here.
GM: This is unfair. I can't believe that..that..Oh, I can't believe that he can do that. Mr. Gottfried is trying to show the EWI fans what good clean wrestling is all about.
BS: Maybe the Fans don't want Mr. Gottfried to tell them what they can and can't watch. I hope that this is a step in the right direction for the EWI.
GM: No..No...It's a step backwards. Oh this is horrible.
BS: Coming up next we've got the rematch that has been in waiting as Sky Suicide puts it on the line against former Cruiserweight champion Jesse Falcon.
GM: Sky Suicide is a true SSN champion and I don't see the reason why Jesse Falcon is getting this rematch.
BS: How about it's in his contract and that's the proper thing to do? That is what the SSN practices right? Classic wrestling and following the rules?
GM: But not for people like him. Geez! Falcon is just another pain in the .....
(KAPOW!! KAPOW!! Hundreds of little sparks soar through the air as pyrotechnics light up the darkened arena. The opening synthesizer of "Seperate Ways" by Journey kicks into play and here comes Sky Suicide. Feathered black hair, long shiny robe, and the SSN Cruiserweight title strapped around his waist. Sky is greeted with jeers, but shrugs them off as he makes his way down to the ring. Sky rounds the ring and grabs a microphone from a ringside announcer.)
SUICIDE: Thank you, thank you.
(The crowd continues to jeer.)
SUICIDE: Wrestling fans never cease to amaze me. It's always the no-talent, never win a match bums that you cheer for, but when a superstar like myself walks the aisle, we get no respect. Well, when you see "Furious" Jesse Falcon get beat within an inch of his life, don't come to me wondering why I did it. Blame yourselves. You can sit up there, in your $5 nosebleed seats and scream all the profanities you want at me. I won't run up there and bash in your face. I'll take my aggression out on my opponent, which happens to be Falcon, tonight.
So, Jesse, if you're listening... you're in for a real surprise. After tonight, you've got a long vacation ahead of you. Consider it a Christmas gift. Now, before you go picturing yourself relaxing on some cruise ship to the Bahamas, don't get your hopes up. I've got something else in mind. Afterall, this is a vacation courtesy of Sky Suicide! Last time I went easy on you. All I took was your Cruiserweight title. This time around, you have nothing I want. So, using Sky Suicide logic, the only thing to do is take what you want most away from you!! Your career, which up until now has been looking pretty decent. Face it, you were never meant to be a pro wrestler. The success you've had... luck. But listen, as harsh as it all sounds, I want to help you Jess.
(Some members of the audience begins to throw things.)
SUICIDE: I don't want those eight children you have back at home to starve to death. I dont want to see them sleeping four to a bed because your trailer only has two bedrooms. I want good things for you and your family. Ending your wrestling career is the best thing that I could do for you. Helping you find another means of income would really be an honor. Jess, let me be your guidance counselor. I have it all worked out. I own this nightclub, I'm sure you are familiar with it. Well, we're looking for help. All the big stars hang out there, you'll have a blast picking up their cigarette butts and cleaning the toilets they use!! You gotta start somewhere, my man. Before you know it, you'll be doing dishes, and in time you'll be serving drinks with the best of em.
(The camera zooms in close to Sky's face. Sky gives his best look of sincerity.)
SUICIDE: It's the least I could do for you, for being such a kind person and practically handing me this Cruiserweight title. Smile brother, good things are going to start happening for you, Jess. If you can make it through tonight...
(An evil grin grows upon Sky's face as he slides out of the ring.)
GM: Now that's a true champion! Feeling for the man's family and letting him know it's best to stay in the back.
BS: Oh that's a bunch of crap and you know it!
GM: He's looking out for the man's health! I salute him!
["School of Hard Knocks" by POD cues up and "Furious" Jesse Falcon enters the arena via the entrance ramp. He looks around at his adoring fans with a near-perfect grin on his face. He slides into the ring and continues to gaze around at the crowd through his red-lensed sunglasses. He pulls a microphone from his pocket, lifts it to his lips, and begins to speak.]
FJF: You know, Sky Suicide, I used to have respect for you. Granted, it wasn't a LOT of respect, but it WAS respect, nonetheless. But now... now I've lost absolutely ALL respect for you. Suicide, you're nothin' but a no good, no sell, no talent, sell out who couldn't wrestle his way out of a wet paper bag. You got that title on pure luck. Plain and simple. I don't know what happened. I goofed. I missed a spot. Something miraculous HAD to happen in order for a hack like you to defeat ME!
[Falcon listens to the roar of approval from the crowd.]
FJF: Now, does anyone ACTUALLY think that it's a coincidence that Sky Suicide just HAPPENED to win that Contract on a Pole Match and just HAPPENED to win the title, just after signing with SSN? Heh. I don't THINK so! In fact, Marcus Gottfried had someone contact me and offer me MONEY... They tried to bribe me, if I would simply LET Suicide win. Isn't it obvious, Sky, that Gottfried and Company don't even have enough faith in you that they'd think that you could win a match by your own power? You know what I think, Sky... I think that you're in the SSN because they were forced to SETTLE for you. Hell, beggers can't be choosers, right? Did you think that you were the first one that those morons called? Nope. In fact, they contacted me WEEKS before you got your offer to jump ship. Only thing is... Jesse Falcon ain't no sell out.
[The crowd pops.]
FJF: Jesse Falcon isn't going to go against everything that he believes in just because the money is good. You, on the other hand, Sky Suicide, ARE a sell-out. But... truth be told... I can't blame you. Hell, if I were YOU, I'd have done the same thing.
[Falcon puts a hand to his chin as if thinking.]
FJF: Well, actually, if I were you, I'd kill myself... Suicide: Get it? (laughs) But, seriously. I CAN see why you'd view a career with SSN as a good choice. You knew that as soon as you joined up with the dumb bastards, that things would start going your way. And go your way, they did. You know why I didn't take that route? Because I KNEW that I could get where I wanted to go ON MY OWN. You knew that there was no WAY that Sky Suicide would become a major player, unless he sided with the owner of the friggin' copany. I've got to give credit where credit is due though: At least you KNOW you suck.
[Falcon grins.]
FJF: So, here we are once again, Suicide. Me and you. One on one. This time the roles are switched, however. But once again, the challenger will walk out the champion. You see, Suicide, I've got one major advantage over you. INTELLIGENCE. I'm one of the smartest men to ever work and this sport and you... well, to put it quite frankly... you're a dumbass, Sky. I know that's harsh to hear, but you're just going to HAVE to face it one of these days, man. You're a pretty boy, teeny boppin', NSync listenin', Britney Spears lovin', MALE BIMBO. You're a mimbo! And airhead. You're clueless. And my point is only further proven if you even THINK that you've got a chance against me in this match. That just proves your utter stupidity. You've sided with the team that's on top right now, Sky, and it looks as if you'll have a long future in this company. Too bad that future won't include you being the Cruiserweight Champion. It's time to bring this thang back to the EWI, where it belongs!
[Falcon removes his hat and sunglasses and the crowd cheers him on.]
Suicide comes from behind and hits the Sky Blaster on Falcon, sending him to the mat. Falcon bounces off the ropes and clotheslines him. Falcon goes to whip Sky Suicide to the corner but Suicide reverses and it's Falcon who goes to the corner. Suicide takes Jesse Falcon over with a monkey flip. Suicide follows up with a series of punches. Suicide goes for the pin. The ref starts the count: 1... Falcon kick outs.
BS: The champion tries to finish it off early but Falcon is far too resilient for that.
Suicide tries for a slingshot suplex but Falcon reverses with a suplex of his own. He executes a corkscrew legdrop on Sky Suicide. He follows up with another corkscrew legdrop. He then goes for a belly-to-back suplex but Suicide turns it into a cross body. The referee counts: 1... 2... Falcon kicks out.
GV: Suicide's got all the talent you could ask for. Falcon's in for a rough match.
Sky Suicide goes for an Irish whip but Falcon reverses and pulls Suicide into a double-arm DDT, dropping him head-first into the mat. ]
BS: Excellent move by the challenger!
Falcon throws Suicide out of the ring. He waits for Suicide to get his to his feet and propels himself out of the ring with a pescado that gets a huge pop from the crowd. Both men are on the ground for several moments before they begin to stir. Falcon grabs a stray chair at ringside and plasters Suicide.
GM: Sky Suicide is wearing the crimson mask!
BS: Thank you, Garrett Solie. The champion is indeed bleeding and we'll have to see how much of an effect that has on the match.
Falcon rolls Suicide into the ring and scales the top rope. He leaps off and connects with a high cross body. The referee counts: 1... 2... Suicide kicks out. Falcon stands up and executes a corkscrew legdrop. Falcon waits for Suicide to get to his feet and clotheslines him back down. He pulls Suicide up again but Suicide rakes the challenger's face and delivers a bone crunching shoulderbreaker. The champion grabs the chair Falcon had used earlier and throws it at Falcon, bouncing it off his skull. He then pulls Falcon up into a standing head scissors and drops him with a piledriver.
BS: The Cruiserweight champion nails a piledriver and this match could very well be over after that!
GM: I question Sky's decision to not go for the cover after hitting a move like that.
Sky Suicide goes for a pin. The ref starts the count: 1... 2... Falcon gets a shoulder up.
BS: He waited far too long to attempt a pin.
Sky Suicide procures the figure-four leglock on Falcon. The referee checks for a tap out, but Falcon is fighting the hold. He finally gets top the ropes and the referee calls for the break. Suicide grabs Falcon and sends him out of the ring to the floor. He grabs a chair and hits Falcon, busting him open in the process
BS: Both men are bleeding now! This has gotten way out of hand!
The champion climbs up onto the apron and waits for Falcon to regain his senses. As Falcon stands up, Suicide springboards off the second rope and catches Falcon with the Sky Blaster. Both men collide with the guard rail.
GM: What a move from the champion on the outside!!
BS: He's hurt too though, Gary Mac. He crashed into the guard rail just as hard as Falcon did.
Both men stand up after several moments. Falcon rams the champion's head into the guard rail and then rolls him into the ring, climbing in after him. He plants Suicide with a belly-to-back suplex and heads up top. He leaps off and connects with a splash. The referee counts: 1... 2... Suicide gets a foot on the bottom rope.
GM: That was close! Falcon almost had him there! Thank God the champion knew where he was!
BS: He does have a great sense of ring presence, but right now he's on the ropes and the Cruiserweight title is hanging in the balance!
Falcon whips Suicide to the ropes but the champion reverses. He catches Falcon on the rebound and brings him crashing to the mat with a spinebuster. He quickly tries to lock on the Suicide Solution but Falcon rolls onto his back and cradles Suicide up. The referee counts: 1... 2... Suicide kicks out just before the referee counts 3.
GM: Man was that close!!
Both men get back to their feet. Suicide runs to the ropes and goes for the Sky Blaster but Falcon ducks and the champion crashes on the mat. The challenger drops a leg across the back of Suicide's neck and then points to the top rope. He brings Suicide to the corner and sets him on the top rope. The crowd cheers as Falcon springboards up to the top rope and takes Suicide down with a super hurricanrana.
BS: Huge move from the challenger!!
GM: It's not looking good for Sky Suicide!! DAMMIT!!
Falcon ascends the turnbuckles once again. The crowd pops hugely as Falcon drags his thumb across his throat in cut-throat fashion and leaps off for the Fury Bomb.
BS: Fury Bomb!! The senton backsplash off the top!!
GM: NOOOOOOO!!!
BS: Falcon hooks the leg!! 1...2...3!!! New champion!! New champion!!
GM: This is horrible!!!
[Falcon holds up the Cruiserweight title for all to see and then rolls out of the ring with it. Instead of leaving however, he reaches under the ring and pulls out a can of spray paint.]
GM: What's he doing with that?!
BS: You're asking me?
[Falcon rolls into the ring and stands over the fallen Sky Suicide with the can of spray paint in his hand right hand a smile on his face. He reaches down and paints "SSN" on Sky's chest.]
GM: Well...that's not so bad!
[Falcon then rolls Suicide onto his stomach and paints the word "SUCKS" on his back. The crowd pops huge for this and Falcon soaks up their cheers, alll the while brandishing the Cruiserweight belt for all to see.]
GM: He can't do that!! It's...it's...it's not right!!
BS: Garrett, sit down and relax. There's nothing you can do about it.
[POD's "School Of Hard Knocks" plays once more as Falcon rolls out of the ring and heads to the back.]
GM: This is an injustice! Falcon should be striped of the title!
BS: Would've, should've, could've, but he won't cause he WON it over Sky Suicide so get over it!
GM: I need to talk to Gottfried or something this is unreal!
BS: What? You gonna go and tell him right now?
GM: (getting up) As a matter of fact I think I will!
(The lights cut out.)
BS: What the…well, it appears SSN can’t even get their lighting guys to do their jobs…
(CUE UP: Just Got Wicked by Cold)
GM: (sitting back down) I doubt the SSN has anything but the finest light crew, especially on a night like Genesis…this must be a surprise! Maybe Sky got the title back
BS: I dont' think so! Hey wait it is a surprise, what in the world is going on?
(Smoke fills the rampway area and strobe lights cut through it. The flashing silhouette of two individuals is visible. The first is a defined, approximately six foot male and the second is a curvy, yet short female.)
BS: Who is that?
(The lights come on and two CSWA superstars emerge from the smoke. Wicked Sight and his beautiful bride Rose make their way to the ring.)
GM: That’s… well, it’s Mike Plett - I don’t know that we can use his other name… Wouldn’t want SSN to get into legal turmoil with the CSWA.
BS: If we can say "Hurricane" Eddy or The Dark Carnival, we can surely say WICKED SIGHT… whatever the case, Plett is a top-notch athlete and pound-for-pound, one of the best wrestlers in the game today. The question is: what is he doing here?
(As Rose stands on the apron looking as fine as ever, Wicked Sight mounts the middle turnbuckle and raises his fists to the air. He’s clad in a leather jacket, unzipped and exposing a red Hawaiian styled shirt that is unbuttoned and exposing an old Wicked Sight t-shirt. His black hair is combed back on the top and shaved beneath and around his neck is a ball necklace with attached pot leaf medallion that has become a trademark of Wicked Sight’s character over the past months. He finally gets a microphone as the crowd and announcers calm down.)
WS: Merritt, before you call your lawyers up… Before Wicked Sight gets canned… You signed a non-exclusiveness paper over a year ago when I hit the TCW. So when I got the phone call from the boys at SSN that said they wanted to sign a hot young buck like me to a contract, I asked "Why the Hell not?" Now I’m here… In the EWI.
(Crowd Pop)
For those of you who don’t know me… My name’s Mike Plett, but everyone calls me Wicked Sight thanks to a crack team of bookers in a backwater wrestling fed over two years ago! They also call me the man who delivers STELLAR PERFORMANCE UPON STELLAR PERFORMANCE! This freak is ready to take on everyone from ExE to "Mr. Main Event"…
(Crowd Noise)
From "The Southern Fox" to Cameron Cruise… From Tabu to EDDY LOVE… For those of you who don’t know it, the Freaks Run The Pageantry, even here in the EWI. In the end, my friend, we will come out on top. I Promise.
(His music cues back up, but he signals for it to cease.)
Hang on just a minute… y’see, Wicked Sight isn’t the same conforming guy the CSWA signed in March of 99… SSN, EWI, whoever the Hell I work for… Wicked Sight is here to quit messing around with politics… No more "You’ll get a title shot next month…" No more "This card got canceled, but don’t worry Mike, we’ll make sure you get paid." No more "TV got canceled this week, so you don’t get your big match." Wicked Sight is here to do what he does best, what he does better than anyone else in this world and that is deliver to the fans the best damned match they’ll see, night in and night out. Tonight, Wicked Sight is going to make his mark. Tonight, someone gets LAID OUT… Someone takes a VIEW TO KILL, and that my friend is something I Promise!
(Sight lobs the microphone to the announcer and rolls over the top of the rope, landing on the floor and making his way to the back.)
BS: Wicked Sight has made his way to the EWI! We've heard about him in TCW, HEW, and other federations to include the CSWA and now he's about to make his mark in the EWI.
GM: You heard him he's gonna make his mark, but the question is on who.
BS: I don't know who, but I'm sure that question will be answered later on tonight. Can it happen in our next match?
GM: Which match is that?
BS: Up next we've got Twin Phoenix taking on The Dark Carnival's own Roseanne Fairhurst and Miso
GM: Ladies Tag? WHOO HOO!! I've got the bankroll ready! Let the clothes fly!
BS: You're too much.
{As 'Erotica' - Madonna begins to play the crowd starts going balistic as 'Risqué' Roseanne Fairhurst and Miso make their way out to the top of the rampway. Seeing the rose colored spotlights roam around the arena, both Fairhurst and Miso make their way towards the ring playing up to the crowd the entire time. Once inside Fairhurst calls for a mic.}
RF: As much as I want to detor from the small talk ....
{Crowd erupts in cheers.}
RF: But I feel that it's time to address the new frauds of the EWI and that's the Jumping Bomb Angels otherwise known as Twin Phoenix. Now these two girls come out here day in and day out saying how they fight the fair war and how they play by the rules. Miso and myself keep hearing this day after day after day after day and to this very day we can honestly say that those two are a pair of LIARS!
M: They say that they fight fair, but is it not true that Yeh Shen Li got involved in Roseanne's match and caused her to lose. And, likewise, Trynyty Wang got involved in my match making sure I would take the loss as well. Now granted I can understand those two getting involved in Roseanne's match, but mine? I'm not even a wrestler, but they felt the need to get inovolved in my match. If these two are so fair then why must they do this?
RF: Oh I'll tell you why. Cause they, much like alot of the people in wrestling today, are nothing more than backstabbing liars! Saying they'll play the fair fight, but they do their cloak and dagger moves just so they can have the advantage. Well guess what Jumping Bomb Bimbos the time of kissing babies are over! Now you've got to face the fact that BOTH of you bimbos have to get into the ring with us. Not one on one. Not two on one, but two on two and I can honestly say it's gonna be the LONGEST match you've ever been in.
M: Now some (walks towards the ropes and points at Garrett McFarland) may think it's a T an A show, but it's not .....
BS v/o: See what you did?
GM v/o: I never said that! I just said that it would be fun to watch!
BS v/o: With a fistful of ones.
GM v/o: I DID NOT!
M: Instead this is a match of honor. Honor ... something that Twin Phoenix does not have.
RF: They don't have respect, morals, or the knowledge of knowing of what happens when you screw over The Dark Carnival twice in a row. Eventually your luck catches up to ya. So Twin Phoniex, Li and Wang, bring your asses our here and face your reward for beating us twice.
M: And what's that reward?
RF: Now they have to face a pair of pissed off BITCHES!!!
{The crowd burst into cheers as they now await Twin Phoenix.}
BS: Oh Lord this one is about to get heat up quick!
GM: Chicks in heat! WHOO HOO!
BS: Speaking of heat you want me to call Miso down here so she can light you up ...
GM: OH HELL YEAH!
BS: ... with one of her fireballs?
GM: With wh ..? OH HELL NO!!!