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[[The scene opens up in a jam-packed arena somewhere in Massachusetts. Without wasting a moment, the lights dim, and an un-familiar entrance theme blasts throughout the arena. Whomever it is, doesn’t even seem to have a titon-tron video. After the music begins to kick up, none other than the new-comer to the SWF, EcKo, makes his way out from behind the black curtains.]]

[[The fans, who have followed his long career, begin cheering loudly. He stops at the top of the ramp, and looks up at all the cheering fans. A huge smile comes across his face. Suddenly, he raises his arms in the air, and taunts. He then starts making his way down the ramp towards the ring. Once he gets to the ring, he slides underneath the bottom rope. He climbs to his feet, and climbs the nearest turnbuckle and taunts. Flashes from cameras can be seen from every angle of the arena. After taunting for a few moments, he finally steps down from the turnbuckle, and receives a microphone from the ring announcer. He walks to the center of the ring as the lights return to their normal settings. He stands there, still smiling, soaking in all the cheers. He closes his eyes, seeming to love it. He opens his eyes, raises the microphone to his mouth, and begins to speak...]]

"Daaamn! You don’t know how good it is to hear that! This is exactly why I love my job! Thank you... thank you!” [[...EcKo nods a thanks as the crowd continues to cheer...]] “Heh... If I may steal one from “The Great One...” FINALLY... EcKo has come back.... to professional wrestling! And what a better way then helping out a much deserving Syco advance to win the so-called title of being SWF’s 2006 King of the Ring!” [[ cheer...]] “I heard Syco making his statements claiming that with or without my interference, he still would have won the match. And you know what...? You’re probably right, Syco! And I stress the word probably! But anyway... congratulations, Syco! And I wish you the best of luck in your SWF Title match against John Cena and the self-proclaimed “King of Kings.” And I hope your wishing Landon Scott the best of luck as well! ‘Cuz trust me... he’s gonna’ need all the help he can get! Now... speaking of the chump... I guess I should go ahead and answer everybody’s question...”

"Why, EcKo? Why did you interfere in the match? Why did you hit Landon with The “Drop It Like It’s Hot” Slam? Why did you stop there? Why didn’t you keep beating the hell out of him?! The ref’s back was turned! You coulda’ kept poundin’ the hell outta’ him! Why, EcKo, why?! You wanna’ know why I did what I did?” [[ cheer...]] “You reeeally wanna’ know why I cost Landon the match?!” [[ cheer again...]] “The reason is simple... if you were following my career while I was in the WWXE for a short time, in a major match, Landon Scott interfered and cost me the match! And not only did he, quote, “Fuck My Day Up!” He followed up with a steel chair to my skull!” [[ boo...]] “Now, I guess I could’ve done the same thing, but I figured that costing him the King of the Ring match would hurt him just as much! Just like it’s gonna’ hurt his career even more when he loses his little Intercontinental Title in his first ever title defen-...”

[[Just then, EcKo is cut off by a very familiar music, “Right Side of the Bed” by Atreyu. EcKo takes off his hat and throws it into the crowd. He then takes off his football jersey and throws it into the crowd as well. He faces the entrance ramp, ready for a fight...]]

[[The crowd begins booing as Landon Scott walks out from behind the curtains. He is wearing his usual, sharp business suit. The Intercontinental Title is draped over his left shoulder, and he is holding a microphone in his right hand. He stops at the top of the ramp as his music fades out. He looks up at the booing crowd, then looks down at EcKo standing in the ring. Landon brings the microphone to his lips, and begins to speak...]]

Landon Scott
"Hold on there just one minute, GeCkO! Just who in the hell do you think you are?! Last time I seen you, you were lying in a pool of your own blood after I “Fucked Your Day Up!”

[[The crowd boo’s as EcKo puts his hands on his hips, smiles, and looks up at the fans, then back up at Landon. Landon smiles and continues speaking...]]

Landon Scott
"So, what’s up now, EcKo? You wanna’ make yet another come back, in yet another federation?! When are you gonna’ stick with one federation? Can you not accomplish anything on your own, and that’s why you have to resurrect past squabbles? Where’s Ric Thunder? Did you forget to bring him with you or something? Hmmm... maybe you’re actually wising up, EcKo! But, then again... maybe not! ‘Cuz you did just say you were gonna’ take my Intercontinental Title away from me, didn’t you?” [[...EcKo nods his head in agreement...]] “That’s what I thought! Heh! You know something, EcKo? You might wanna’ stop by the hospital and have your head checked! Because you obviously don’t know who the hell you’re dealing with! You’re looking at a man who isn’t afraid of anything! SWF’s Prez got in my way and boom! I “Fucked His Day Up!” The big, quitting Monster, Destruction wanted some... boom! I “Fucked His Day Up!”

[[By this point, EcKo has had enough. EcKo picks up the microphone he had dropped moments ago, and cuts Landon off in mid-sentence...]]

"Hut-tut-tut-tut! Pump the brakes there, junior! Where the hell did you come from? ‘Cuz the last time I saw you, I had just, in return, “Fucked Your Day Up!” And watched you get Syco Bombed in the center of the ring!” [[ cheer...]] “And as far as my past career goes... the past is the past! Right now... I’m in the present, and looking forward to the future! And do you know what the future holds in store for you, Landon?! Me! Kicking your ass!” [[ cheer loudly...]] “That’s right, Landon! You get an all expensed paid trip to “OUCH!-Town” population you, dude! You’ll arrive at your destination via the “Drop It Like It’s Hot” Airlines! And all baggage, being your Intercontinental Title, may, and probably will be lost during the flight! And it will become total property of these fans, and “The Franchise Soldier” himself... EcKo! And if I may steal one more quote before we end our little discussion, Landon... when Bad Intentions rolls around... you’ll definitely find out why they say, “The Truth Hurts!” And you, junior... can take that one to the bank!”

[[EcKo drops the microphone as his music blasts throughout the arena once more. The crowd comes to their feet, and begin cheering loudly. Landon stands at the top of the ramp with a pissed off look on his face. EcKo climbs the nearest turnbuckle, looks up towards Landon, points at him, and then motions around his waist that the title will be coming around his waist. Landon pulls it off his shoulder, looks down at EcKo, then looks down at the title. The scene fades to black as Landon continues staring into the belt...]]