xX ::Forward:: Xx [After a hectic week in EHW, we see the debut of The Rock as he defeats TraumA in his very first EHW matchup, in a hardcore stipulated matchup. This week, the Rock/Sabotage feud heats to dynamic proportions as well as the TraumA/Ian Kaufman rivalry boiling in the making. Ultimately, this sets up the extraordinary Rock/Ian versus TraumA/Sabotage tag team main event THIS week on Wednesday Night Warning. This roleplay is set at the very beginning of Warning, a prelude to the rest of the show. We now take you to the scene of the roleplay...] xX ::End Forward:: Xx :: ESPN Sportscenter comes to a sudden closure with the nightly "Did You Know?" and it fades to black. Specially airing on ESPN because of telecast collision problems, EHW Wednesday Night Warning begins to start. First the EHW Disclaimer airs, and then the theme song begins to play. Now the scene shifts into the arena and the fans are going insane, most of them holding up signs that read to the like of "Corp. DoA 4 Life!," "Rocky Sucks," and "Sabotage has Camel Toe." The pryotechnics blare in the background as they explode on the stage, creating a sudden aurora borealis, almost, on stage. For that one split second the illumination of the lights is so bright that one can almost see pure whiteness among the stage in the arena. It can almost be described as a flash of pure innocence and pureness. As the dramatic chaos comes to a calm, one can perfectly see a pile of dirt, and a coffin next to the entranceway. Everyone is oblivious as to why, in fact, those posessions are where they are. All of a sudden "Running from Me" by Trust Company blares on the sound speakers and the fans start a mixed reaction of boos and cheers. Almost defeaning. :: :: The Rock holds the stable championship over his right shoulder as he comes out of the curtain with his sunglasses on and stops right in the middle of the entranceway. He gives the crowd the "Corporate Eyebrow" and gets another faint mixed reaction. He is wearin his "Brahma Bull" T-shirt and his Nike windbreakers as he awaits The Great Ian Kaufman and A-Poc(Apocalypse) to follow. Soon enough, they do and Rock begins to stroll down into the ring with the rest of the Corporate DoA. THE Stable Champions in EHW. As they enter the ring, The Rock sits atop the turnbuckle and A-Poc stands in the middle of the ring with his arms crossed, wearing his trademark black sunglasses. Ian has his jean-leather jacket on, sunglasses as well, with his arms leaning over the top rope in the opposite corner with a smirk. :: [- Ian -] Ha...you know, it feels great to be a champion (crowd jeers). Ya, you know it really really does, don't you agree A-Poc? (Apocalypse nods his head) Well I know two people who surely don't agree to that statement, ahem Sabotage and TraumA. You see, bad losers are never accepted in today's society, and you guys have a filthy case of it. You see, some hall-of-freakin'-fame EHW talent, named TraumA or something of the like, got his ass handed to him by our corporate champ, The Rock. I mean you shoulda been there last week, I know TraumA was, cause he got a WHAM!...Rock Bottom, followed by a BAM!...Corporate Elbow. 1, 2, 3...we have a winner! Ladies and gentleman, time to go home because Rock just whupped TraumA's ASS. Now he's back, oh he's back, lookin' for revenge but it's in the eye of the beholder, you see, cause Rock and I are gonna make you and that Sabotage idiot look exactly like that, a pair of idiots who are about to have their last day on earth. Because big Ian is mighty pissed at you for running your flabby gums at my bro, The Rock, and therefore picking a fight with the Corporate DoA. You wanna go TraumA? You want a fight? You want a battle? You want....war?! You got it, cause you called it, and we're stompin' into Warning with our hearts on our sleaves and our balls to the wall, and a victory for the DoA, baby. Bring what you got, it ain't much but it should last you guys a while, cause we are thinkin' about a lonnnggg night of beatin' your brains in. Now, I'm sure you people are wondering whats with the funeral-type effects we had here, and for that explanation, I'll give it over to Rocky. [- Rock -] Finally...The Rock has come BACK to E-H-W! You see, many of you trailer-park jabroni's are probably wondering why The Rock has a coffin next to the stage, and a funeral type setup for tonite, and the answer is easy...Sabotage and TraumA have died. ....Yes, yes I know it's hard to see two rudy-poo, candy ass jabroni's that have passed away but it's for the better. Well, not that they actually "died" for lack of a better term, but they're dignity has "died" because of the way they carry themselves around the back. The Rock sees them, walkin' around, actin' like they just had strudels dancin' around their assh*les. So...The Rock wrote this, in their memory. Ahem, "Dear Trailer Park Pieces of Trash, two jabroni's have recently passed away: TraumA, and of course, Sabotage. Anyone who knew them, knew they were the two biggest rudy-poo's ever to step a foot on God's green earth. Anyone who knew them, also, are very sad people and I for one, am very sympathetic for you knowing those candy ass wannabe's. (Rock gets out of ring and walks over to entranceway) You see, here lies a couple of dim-witted sumbitch utter morons, one who thought he was the rap of EHW, when he was really the crap of EHW, TraumA. A man who stood by his intentions every single day of his career, as moronic and idiotic as they were, a man who was respected.....emphasis on 'was.' A man formerly of great prestige, reduced to a testicle-licking, jobber-drinking, EHW trash man! That's right, what The Rock says, GOES! (fans jeer) And another thing, TraumA used to run his mouth like the little b*tch that he was, until The Rock shut his fat, washed-up mouth up last week on Warning! And if he thinks that was it, he's got another thing coming because The Rock is going to bring so much whup-ass this Wednesday, it's going to make TraumA's cottage cheese jump in the air and of course, come back down cause the fat-ass needs it! So Rock says, TraumA, you bring your game, your A game, your B game, whatever you wanna bring, 3 jars of mayo, a condom for your fabulous post-Warning party with Sabotage, be my guest! And as for you Sabotage, you crazy, freakin' studel sucking jackass, The Rock is gonna' get you in the ring, okay? And then The Rock is gonna take his boot, and shove it so far up your ass im gonna stick my hands down your throat to shine em! You talk all this crap to Rock, about how stupid Rock is and blah blah blah, why don't you shut your face, and bring it! Rock will shut you up with his fists, all you need is a good ole' Rock Bottom and Corporate Elbow. Can you smell it, Sabotage? Can you smell that? Do you smell what The Rock, is cookin?! Cause Rock is cookin' up a big ole pot of victory and your on the other side of the kitchen. So you bring your big mouth, tell TraumA to bring his fat ass and we're gonna have ourselves a party Wednesday night, if ya smell!...what The Rock....is cookin!" Whew, The Rock says that was one hell of a eulogy! :: The Rock walks over to the graves and shakes his head with a determined motion. A truck pulls into the beginning of the stage and it says "Soiled Diapers" on the front. Rock tells the driver to toss the diapers into the stage as the fans "ewww" and "mewww" their way to life. After that is all said and done Rock has a gigantic smile on his face. He goes into the ring and shakes Ian Kaufman and A-Poc's hand. Ian has the mic now and begins to speak... :: [- Ian -] Rock, well said, well done. Great work...but as for Sabotage and TraumA, I whole-heartedy agree with you. TraumA, Sabotage, you pieces of crap keep wanting a fight, well here it is, your main stage, your time...to go. Let's go, you and us. 2 on 2. Sounds hella good to me. Just think of how my 6'10", 325 pound figure weighs into this whole ordeal, cause it looks to me like you two b*tches are gonna be hella' black and blue after the night is over. Black and blue and in the hospital, right next to the other 69 Ian Kaufman certified victims. And that my friends, is the truth! And if you don't like that, you can stand either Dead or Alive! :: Commercial Break :: FIN