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[[The scene returns from a commercial break, right after Caretaker and cisco Kid mysteriously disappeared from the ring in the cloud of smoke. Michael Cole is standing in the ring with a microphone. The camera settles on him, as he begins to speak.]]
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight, I have a very special in-ring interview with… The Under-Caretaker? I thought it was supposed to be with EcKo?!”
[[Just then, the lights go out, and “Amish Paradise” by Weird Al Yankovich blasts throughout the arena. The crowd doesn’t know whether to cheer or not. Just then, a man walks out in a long black trench-coat, and a puritan/amish hat. Instead of the usual blue spotlight shining over his head, it’s a bright, hot pink light. He raises his arms in the air, seeming to signal demons from another realm. All of a sudden, there’s a loud “pop!” And confetti comes raining down from the ceiling. The Under-Caretaker slowly lowers his arms back to his side, and begins making his way down towards the ring. Instead of the usual strong, slow walk… he seems to be walking a little sideway, and clumsily. Sort of like a person with a mental retardation (OOC : I don’t mean any harm by that line, ok? I’m just trying to explain his walk! So, ease up. Alright?). Once he gets to the ring, he walks up the steel steps. But, not one right after another. He makes sure each leg walks up each step. Sort of like a little kid who hasn’t mastered the “stair walking” yet. Once he gets to the top, he slowly raises his arms, and his head. His eyes are rolled in the back of his head. Suddenly, he rubs his eyes in pain. In that moment, you realize on your TV screen that it’s New Found Power’s, EcKo. He tries once again to raise his arms, to turn the lights back on. It still doesn’t work. So, this time, he shoots his arms up in the air quickly. This time, the lights come on; but, a few of the bulbs burst. Causing one side of the arena to lose it’s lighting completely. He covers his mouth, as his eyes widen. As if saying, “Oops!” or “Oh sh*t!” He then slowly climbs in the ring. He walks up to Michael Cole, and attempts to be scary by yelling, “Boo!” out of nowhere. And surprisingly, it startles Cole. EcKo, I mean, the Under-Caretaker, begins laughing. The music slowly begins fading out. Michael Cole brings the microphone back to his lips, after a long period of awkward silence. He then begins speaking.]]
"Good evening… EcKo? EcKo! What are you doing in the Caretaker’s attire?!”
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The Under-Caretaker / EcKo | *grabbing the microphone away from Cole…* “It’s not EcKo, Michael Cole! I’m the Under-Caretaker! Now, get it right, or all bring all those cool demons to… to possess you!”
"O-ok! Alright, umm… Under-Caretaker… what are your thoughts on your tag match tonight against the New Found Power… EcKo and Mr. Thursday Night?!”
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The Under-Caretaker / EcKo | "Well, you see, Cole… cisco Kid and I are gonna’ get our asses handed to us, basically! Kind of like last week on SmackDown! Oh man! Did we get our asses kicked? Or what?!”
"Well, actually… alright, EcKo! Enough is enough! Get out of Caretaker’s attire!”
[[EcKo lowers his head, and takes the hat off. He tosses it to the canvas. He raises his head back up, and his eyes are rolled in the back of his head, again. He grabs them in pain once again.]]
"Damn it! I gotta’ quit doing that!”
[[He takes off the trench coat to reviel none other than the new New Found Power shirt. He tosses the coat on top of the hat, and pulls a cap out of his back pocket, puts it on, and smiles. The crowd continues to boo him. Cole then tries to continue the interview.]]
"Alright, EcKo… in all serious now, what are your thoughts on your match tonight against cisco Kid, and the Caretaker?”
"What are my thoughts, Cole? My thoughts are exactly this…” *long dramatic pause* “…we are gonna’ kick their ass tonight! Ha! Ha! Ha!” *crowd boo’s EcKo* “Alright, alright… in all seriousness. MTN and myself have been in the back, talking over our game plan all night. And with a game plan like ours, how could we not win tonight?! I mean, yo… look who we’re up against! The ‘ol Undertaker wanna-be… and the Crisco Kid himself. With that Cabo, wabo, dabo, Title, or whatever. Where the hell did he get that thing? Bedrock? Oh! Look at that! I’m being a comedian again. Heh! Heh! Heh! Yaba-daba-doo this, biotch!” *grabs groin region* “Ya’ see, Crisco… you really seem too full of yourself. Maybe it’s just me; but, when it comes down to wrestling… the Crisco Kid just comes up, a little short! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
"Oh, come on, EcKo! Making fun of the man’s height? There’s nothing he can do about it!”
"Yeah, besides putting on a green wig, white suspenders, painting his face completely orange, and singing, “Oompa Loompa, doompaty-doo! I’ve got another puzzle for you! What do you get when you step in the… ring? With New Found Power, you’ll get your ass… beat!” Ha! Ha! Ha! I’m sorry, but that was a good one!” *fans boo* “Well, you’ve gotta’ admit… it’s a hell of a lot better than Crisco’s lame-ass gay jokes. I mean, seriously… who the hell does that anymore? Besides junior high school students, but, honestly… who?! But, wait! That’s not the ending of his great line-up of jokes. Guess what, guys? I’m a wigga! Isn’t that great?! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Whooooooo! I haven’t laughed that hard since Cole was a little girl, thank you! Next joke Crisco will come up with will be, “Hey! You are a crappy rapper! You’re a Vanilla Ice wanna-be!” Damn, dude… you’re about as annoying as Chris Rock! Just do us all a favor Crisco… keep your mouth shut. You seem more intelligent that way!”
"Well, what about Caretaker, EcKo? You’re seeming to forget about him.”
"I’m not forgetting anyone, Cole. You rudely cut me off before I could mention the Under-Caretaker. Ya’ know what? Gimmie the microphone… come on…. give it…”
[[Cole slowly hands EcKo the microphone. EcKo then motions for Cole to get out of the ring. Cole does as he is told. EcKo smiles, and watches Cole get out of the ring. EcKo then brings the microphone to his lips, and speaks.]]
"Caretaker… what is there to say about him? Well, he can do cool tricks with the lights, and fire. Wait! Watch this!” *EcKo claps his hands twice… the lights in the arena go out. He claps them again… they come back on.* “Look at me! I’m the Caretaker! Clap on! … Clap off! … Clap on! Clap off! The Clapper! Next, I need to figure out how to work the computer so I can make cool little demons circle throughout the arena! Heh! Now… what about the comments he made towards New Found Power? Hmmm… hell! I don’t know! I can barely make out what the hell the guy’s talking about. Something about bleeding hearts, and owning this company, and blah-blah-blah-ba-f*cking-blah!” *fans boo* “ You sure do think highly of yourself, dontcha’? You steal the whole Undertaker routine, and expect people to take you seriously? Dude, nobody would be scared to step back in the ring with you. I’m actually excited to get to step toe-to-toe with the Under-Caretaker. I’ve never faced the real Undertaker… so, why not face his impersonator?! I’m sure MTN can’t wait either! It’s like going to Las Vegas and watching the Stars show. You know you’ll probably never get to meet the real celebrity. So, why not go see a bunch of people who look, and act just like they do! Tonight will kind of be a treat for me! Because, A… I get to face Undertaker’s impersonator. B… I get to kick your ass tonight. And C… New Found Power will be bringing the Tag-Team Titles back to the locker-room with them! If you don’t like it… too bad! Deal with it! See you tonight boys!”
[[EcKo drops the microphone as his music blasts throughout the arena. The fans boo as he climbs the turnbuckle to taunt. The scene fades to black as WCWF takes a short commercial break.]]
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