Setting:

SWF Arena, Richmond, VA

Characters:

TKO, many more

Record:

28-8-0

Next Match:

Monday Madness

iWo & Spoots ((Vs.)) APA

{{The cameras return from a commercial break, to the sight of the parking garage in Richmond. Its raining outside, so as the black Ford Excursion pulls down into the garage, streams of water fall from the window and hood of the car to the asphalt, leaving a wet trail leading all the way to the entrance. A loud thunderclap can be heard and a flash of light outside in the darkness as the hi-beams of the car shut down, and the loud music playing inside stops. 

The cameraman waits around, before walking around to the passenger side of the car, trying to sneak a peek into the car. Unable to catch a glimpse, as the car windows are all tinted black, he moves around to the front of the car and zooms in quickly as the driver side door opens and two feet step out. The entire body isn't visible, but as the door closes its revealed to be SWF World's Heavyweight Champion Markus Katastrophik, with his title over his right shoulder, and his black duffel bag in his right hand. 

The crowd watching on the GeoTron bursts into loud eruptive cheers as the see the champ, with black Dragon© sunglasses, looking determined, and making rather quick pace to wherever he's heading. 

As he walks along the catacomb style backstage corridors, he passes by a security guard, pauses and stops him.}}

Markus: Excuse me, umm, can you tell me how to get somewhere?

Guard: Sure man, anything. Where you need to go?

Markus: APA locker

Guard: {{Looks stunned for a moment, before directing him with his flashlight}} Down...down the hall and to the right.

Markus: Thanks.

{{The guard stares on in shock as Markus re-adjusts his belt, walking down the hallway and turning into another hallway with a door at the end that reads bluntly

apa

{{Markus opens the door quickly and steps through as the rest of the APA quickly jump to their feet, ready to shoot back in retaliation. Markus drops his black duffle bag and holds his hand out almost keeping them back, while holding the title over his shoulder with his other hand.}}

Markus: Whoa...whoa...whoa! Easy there poncho villa!

{{The members of the APA stare on confused at the sight of Markus, just a while before their scheduled match up. Manik kinda shifts his head to the side, trying to comprehend Markus' reasons for being here.}}

Markus: Hey Manik, how's it going? Have any pleasant beatings lately? Whoa! Don't take it between the cheeks! I'm not here to start crap. I came here for you {{Points to the sitting Nemesis, paying little attention before being pointed at, but quickly stands at attention}}. 

{{Suddenly and nonchalantly Dave James steps through the door with a bit of a laugh, stepping past Markus without realizing its him before turning around and immediately going ballistic.}}   

Dave James: What the hell are you doing in here? Get him guys!

Nemesis: Shut up Dave! I want to hear this.

Markus: Thank you! I know that Mikey has us all throwing blows in a few hours, but hear me out first. I'm not here to try and plea, cause lets face it, you all know that wouldn't be my styles. 

Nemesis: Well spit it out junior, we don't have all day here, we've gotta whoop your ass here in a bit.

Markus: Look, I came by to offer my thanks for what you did at Nightmares. Granted your reasons are a bit strayed, you backed me out when I was gonna get screwed, so I suppose you think that its cause of you I've still got this title. And perhaps it is, which is why I've finally decided...you want your match at Winter War, then you'll have it. But for now, thanks.

{{Markus grabs his black duffel and walks out of the room before another word is said, and the APA are left somewhat confused, mumbling, as Nemesis stands there, arms folded and a slight grin across his face.}}

Sombrero: What the hell?

Kaiser: Can you believe that? Markus thanking the APA. Just moments before they're going to go head-to-head in the ring here on Monday Madness. 

Sombrero: Hold on, this journey isn't over yet, I guess we've got another camera spotted on Markus. 

{{Markus heads down another long hallway and stops at another door marked

-iWo-

{{Markus enters the room to a rather displeased reaction from his partners Tigerheart and the Spoots. He ignores the stone cold glares shooting at him from the trio and walks over to his locker and sets his duffel down and opens it, pulling out his pants to wrestle in and the boots, as well as few other small items, and sets them out, before sitting in on the steel chair in front of the locker and finally acknowledges the stares.}}

Markus: What?

Tigerheart: This is what u dragged me down here for? To thank this 7'foot faggot. . . first of all, Markus, YOU DIDN'T NEED HIS HELP AT NIGHTMARES, and u sure as HELL don't need to thank him for this bullshit!!!

Markus: Listen. Calm down! You think I like that big bastard? Not in the least. If you remember he's the one whose made my career here a living hell for quite a while. But whether you want to admit it, whether any of you want to admit it, if it weren't for him, first Manik, or if I would've survived him, Dan Phoenix, Dave Pownall and SyxxPac would've taken this {{pats the title on his shoulder}} away from me, so as much as I hate to admit it, I do owe him. 

Just chill guys, I've got this all scoped out, now I need to go out there, I need to finish the job. So just sit back and watch...enjoy.

{{Markus smirks and exits the room, with the three men standing in puzzlement. Back at the broadcast position Sombrero and Kaiser sit in curiosity.}}

Sombrero: Wow, I think Markus is on his way out-

{{Making short time, 'Immortal' plays over the PA system in the jam packed arena as the crowd rises in ovation as smoke pours out onto the stage. Suddenly from under the stage shoots up the SWF Heavyweight Champion, to a massive pop.}}

"LETS FIGHT!

I know who you are, the leader of lost souls, you cant kill me, I'm Immortal...I'm not afraid to die, my soul will travel on, you cant kill me, I'm Immortal!"

{{Markus heads down the ramp quickly, slapping a few hands in the process before sliding into the ring, not taking his usual walk up the steel steps. He runs over to the opposite side of the ring and grabs a mic, as the crowd finally calms down as he raises it to speak, and his music cuts off.}}

Markus: Welcome to Monday Madness! Where tonight you will see the new iWo, teaming with the SWF Superhero Spoots, and going against the men that I once ran with. What you all saw up on the GeoTron earlier was just a sign of gratitude, there is no love loss between Nemesis and myself. This title is still around my waist due to my defeating SyxxPac. Do you hear that Nemesis? Maybe I phrased it wrong to you in the locker room, I BEAT SYXXPAC. You didn't, you merely helped me even the odds. There is no doubt that if not for you, I may not have had the luck, but you didn't help me, you just squared it off. You made it one-on-one so I was able to do what was supposed to happen. 

And tonight it seems as though we're to knuckle up, only not one on one. Tonight its the Spoots, and the iWo coming together for the first time to take on the 'all mighty APA'. {{Chuckles}} All mighty my ass! You think you're tough crap because you're facing a dwindled faction? Well think again! Standing before you is a force rejuvenated, a force ready to reclaim what you claim to steal, power, dominance, and the one thing you hold so dear to you, order...you claim that there is no one structure of balance? I've got your balance right here, and come Madness, watch...see, this wont be the last time you'll look up to see the iWo and Spoots standing above you.

Playtime is over boys...time to knuckle up.

{{Markus tosses the microphone on the mat and heads out of the ring as 'Immortal' plays over the PA system.}}