The EWC is performing once more before a live, sold-out crowd as per the norm. A match is ensuing between "Dashingly Gay" Danny Fanny and "Willy-Whacking William". Both appear to be more interested in one another than the damned match and the match turns out to be a draw as both run off together to do Gods-know-what... The night begins to be marked up as a loss of a good evening when suddenly... "Run Like Hell" by Kittie rocks the house violently. The fans suddenly re-seat themselves in preperation of the "Bad Ass" who had not been heard from since his fall at the Eve of Destruction. He walks out onto the ramp, but not dressed as he usually does... Instead he is wearing a tan Iraq uniform, decked with medals and all; and a black beret. He stops along the ramp and smirks, his arms folded behind his back. His music stops momentarilly as commentator's Dave Jonson and Jack Shelton take notice.
Dave Johnson: What's going on here? Is that the EWC's Bad Ass?
John Shelton: It appears to be, but he's the Corporate Bad Ass now, and he's dressed like Sadam Hussein...
Matt's music stops and is quickly followed by a foreign music... And stepping out from behind him, wearing a white turbin and sheet around his face; appears to be none other than American Terrorist Osama Bin-Laden! The fans immediately begin to boo and start throwing items at them. Several fans immediately try jumping the guardrails too!
John Shelton: Can you believe this?! The Bad Ass has sided with the American terrorists!!! This has got to be the most illegal thing I've ever seen!
Dave Johnson: Or the most stupid... What is Osama doing going out in public on American territory anyway? This makes no sense...
The two walk down to the rink slowly, ignoring the fans and they're flying objects. They climb onto the ring apronwhere the Bad Ass holds the ropes down, allowing Osama to step through first. Bad Ass quickly jerks the microphone away from the ring announcer and clears his throat, speaking in a fake accent.
Bad Ass: Will you disgustin, irresponsible Amercians please, shut the f*ck up? You are embarassing the beautiful Afghan music! You are embarassing the great Osama here, and you are repulsive to look at. So be so kind as to shut your faces and look away from my eyes!
The fans begin booing and even the commentators are starting to get riled. But the Bad Ass stares them down and eyes them carefully. John quickly seats himself, but Dave flips off the Bad Ass and grabs a small American flag from the crowd, waving it proudly.
Bad Ass: Excuse me, commrade...
The Bad Ass ducks out of the ring and approaches Dave who isn't backing down. He waves the flag proudly and begins chanting "USA", to which the entire arena joins him. Osama stares at them all from beneath his cowl and does nothing. But the Bad Ass takes flag, forcefully from Dave and snaps it's thin wooden pole, before stomping it into the ground. He smiles, to which Dave does the unthinkable... He spits in the face of the Bad Ass! Matt quickly becomes enraged and slams Dave's face into the commentator's desk before hammering him in the head a couple of timeswith his bare fists. He then clothesline's Dave over the table and uses a chair across the man's throat several times. Security quickly drags Dave to the back as the Bad Ass eyes John who dares not make a move. Finally, Bad Ass slides back in, grabbing the microphone.
Bad Ass: Now where were we? Oh yes... Please friend Osama, these people do not hate you. They love you, isn't that right?
He holds the microphone out to a horrendous amount of boos and screams from angry fans who have nothing more to throw.
Bad Ass: Be unafraid of them Osama, for they know not what I do. Be true unto yourself and reveal your true, sinister face!
The Bad Ass drops his microphone and stands back as Osama eyes him carefully. The terrorist then reaches for his turbin and cowl with both hands, jerking the pieces off to reveal none other than the "F'n Boss" TJ Hicks!!! And to top it all off, he's wearing his world title! The Bad Ass quickly acts surprised and falls back with a fake look of shock spread across his face. He then smiles and laughs, embracing his friend with a hug and a pat on the back. Well now the fans are really pissed! They have been deceived to boot! The Boss grabs up the microphone as several begin knocking out the security guards with their fits of anger and rage!
The Boss: Please, you dumb asses! You have got to be the biggest group of idiots I have ever seen! How could you not recognize this beautiful face, covered or not?
He smiles, posing for a few seconds. He then laughs and continues.
The Boss: It is I, your EWC world champion once again; The F'n Boss TJ Hicks! Bow before my greatness and I shall spare you...nothing! Just do it anyway!
He hands Matt the microphone. Matt begins to make a whimpering face and speaks in a childs tone of manner.
Bad Ass: But why, Hicks? Why would we go and do such a mean thing as to dress like these guys? These powerful, scary, evil guys?
The Boss then takes back the microphone.
The Boss: Because, I'm the Boss! It doesn't have to make sense! Hah! But seriously... A: We're powerful. Just look at the gold. B: We're scary...I mean damn, I wouldn't want to meet us in a dark alley or anywhere else for that matter. And C: I can't think of anyone more evil than ourselves and the rest of the corporation. Can you?
Bad Ass: Not really. We are the one's who master minded our entries into the Seventh Heaven, as well as your third title run. We not only put Smith and Royal out to the pasture, but we gave Crusher the ass beating he was begging for!
The Boss: Though he did super kick you off the top.
Matt stops and rolls his eyes at Hicks. As if not impressed by the last comment.
Bad Ass: Yes. He did. And kudos to the bastard for getting the final shot in that match, but our war is far from over! You see Crusher... I tried to change you, make you the same twisted f*ck you was before Sudden Impact. I tried to give you back your edge. But you declined it so you could kiss babies and Allen Smith's ass. So it's clear to me now. You're the good guy in this situation, and so that must make me the bad guy, right?
He stops as the fans begin booing again, chanting "ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!" He smiles at the fact that they just answered his question and continues.
Bad Ass: You see? But it just isn't good enough, is it Crusher? To be the good guy and still have your ass handed to you by the corporation; knowing that we cut you off when you were so damned close... It must be killing you. You should just give in you know... Become the man you once were, the man who would've easily snapped every damn neck on his way after the belt. The man who could have possibly beaten Hicks here for it!
Now, The Boss rolls his eyes back at Matt, as if to say "Keep Dreaming".
Bad Ass: But my thought is this... If...When You change again; will you still have that edge? Will you still be the best there is when it comes to the trash talking? The victim beating? The rule breaking? Or will you be reduced to the villianous ranks of Da Playa, the Jigga Man, and Stryfe? Those guys are trying to be evil, but they're more like annoying ass clowns. Will you be doomed to follow them Crusher? I think so, but I guess we'll have to wait and see, won't we?
Matt hands off the microphone again and begins posing before the fans as they boo him. He taunts them still as The Boss starts up again.
The Boss: And still we're on top! It looks like ol' Smitty didn't have what it took to stay on top after all. And Royal was easily dealt with as told by myself and the Bad Ass. Now Crusher is left to find his "inner being" and take it my suicidal friend here. And you know what? That leaves me with an open slate and no one to fight. So let's get some fresh meat and why not have some challengers, eh? Let's "Keep It Real"...
The Boss laughs and pounds fists with the Bad Ass. But they're suddenly interupted by the music "You Know You Ghetto" as Da Playa and Stryfe start running for the ring, led by the Bad Ass' younger brother, the "Jigga Man" Al Covey! The Boss and the Bad Ass stand their ground, the Boss holding his title belt as a weapon. They stand before the ring and bide their time, shouting insults through the air. TheBoss suddenly turns and his eyes go wide as he ducks out under another side of the ring. Matt turns around and finds that Crusher has come from the crowd and slid into the ring with him. Crusher then clotheslines Matt over the top rope to which the Boss quickly grabs him. The two bail over the guardrail and into the crowd as Da Playa, Stryfe, and Jigga Man give chase. Crusher stands in the ring and steps on Matt's beret as the crowd pops into a masively large shout of cheers and whistles for Crusher. The scene fades to black.