Malice comes on the air with a Matrix style opening featuring letters, numbers and coding which merge together forming the nWo logo representing the Netlink Wrestling Organization . In the background you can see a vague logo which reads NeWA. All of a sudden, the image rips in half as a silhouette of a man in green walks to the foreground of the screen, carrying a briefcase. He stops and opens it, then throws it at the screen as a gigantic title belt flies out of it and stops, covering the entire screen. The show immediatly cuts live to inside the Air Canada Center in Toronto, Ont. The fans cheer and hold up their signs as they see themselves on the gigantic wraparound screen which sits ontop of a long silver stage. The stage features darkgreen lazer lights moving back and fourth over two smaller screens resembling large computer monitors.
Hank- Where's Self Afflicted? No music?
Mike D.- A better question is, what exactly did that man in green represent? Could it be heralding one of the WOW superstars' returns?
Hank- And the best question of all, who exactly will be returning tonight?
Mike D.- A lot of speculation has Triple X and Richard Gazinya returning. I'll put my money there!
We go outside of the arena where we see newstrucks lining the entrance to the parking lot. A Red Hummer pulls up and the reporters follow the vehicle with their microphones and cameramen. It comes to a stop and out steps PKA, Adam Payne, and Ash from a different door of the Hummer. They push the reporters away and rush into the building. PKA- This is getting rediculous. Ash- Oh my, indeed it is! Adam Payne- Listen, I never thought I would generate so much heat, but damn, I'm a free man, I'm out of jail, the charges were dropped and someone else is where I once sat in that jail, so people need to drop it! I'm not a murderer, and I don't care what the public thinks or wants to think. Those reporters had better back the f*ck off or I'll shove them the f*ck off! PKA- Whoa man, chill chill. Keep your temper tight man, we don't want any suspicoius fools sayin' somethin' because you went off on a few reporters. That'd only make matters worse. Let's just go into the locker room and chill before we go out for my match later. By now, they've reached PKA's locker room, in which on the white door, a brown, wooden block with "PKA" carved into it, hangs. They enter the room and PKA and Payne put down their bags. PKA unzips his and pulls out his International Title and puts it over his shoulder, polishing it with his fist. PKA- Now that we're away from the rest of the world, of crazy idiots, we can concentrate on what's more important, my match! Adam Payne- You'd like that, wouldn't you? PKA- Hell yeah, I love talking about me! .. and uh, Ash, I love you too!
Hank- Aggravated Assault has arrived, Mike! That Adam Payne looks like he's going to be a dangerous character, and coupled with the insane PKA, I see a lot of trouble for the nWo!
Michael D.- I cant' wait to see what's going to happen with this International Title Tournament Ichabod's letting him sanction!
Dester NeFranco is in the ring already. It seems he walked out during Spaulding's entrance and just walked into the ring while all eyes were on Spaulding.
Hank- I'm so sick of this jobber division. What the hell was Wafer thinking when he created this??
Michael D.- Don't speak ill of the dead, Hank.
Michael D. - I don't think the Captain quite understands the Jobber Division Matches.
Hank- Who does, Mike?
Hank- He's looking for an easy way out!
Dester runs at Captain Spaulding in a rage, doing half ass dropkick. Spaulding stumbles back as Dester picks up a rubber chicken from inside his pants and smacks Spaulding around with it.
Suddenly, inside the ring, the referee yells "Ten!!" and the bell is rung. Both men are counted out. Dester shrugs and starts to walk out, but Spaulding growls in disappointment. He rushes over to Dester and nails a forearm smash to the back of his head. Dester crumples and Captain Spaulding picks him up for the "Shitthebed!"
Michael D.- Captain Spaulding didnt' take to kindly to the ridiculous nature of this match, Hank!
Hank- Did you see that powerful finisher? Well, as the Captain is leaving and Dester is being helped out, lets prepare for our next matchup, another debut, Captain Spaulding's tag team partner Otis!
As "Useless" by Self Afflicted begins to play, Otis appears on the ramp bathed in yellow light. The rest of the arena is dark but the yellow light is very bright. The light follows him in the ring where he stands stoically while the arena lights come up.
Michael D- Well...what can I say about this guy Hank?
Hank- I'm at a loss for words myself on this one, Mike...I had a hard time understanding him. Maybe thats what's kept Zero so busy this week...
Otis stands in the middle of the ring, tapping his boot against the mat. waiting. And so are well all. Waiting. And waiting. Zero's music cranks up, the fans start to get on their feet, AND--nothing. Nothing happens at all, and Zero's music gets cut. Otis just stands there in the ring, leaning against the turnbuckle, his hat tiped down slighty over his face, tapping his boot against the mat impatiently. Zero's music cranks back up again...and nothing happens.
Michael D- Speaking of Zero...uh...where is he?
Hank- I think that's what we're all wondering Mike.
Zero's music cranks back up a third time...and still nothing happens! The fans are starting to get restless, a few even start to boo. Finally Otis can take it nolonger, he loses his composure and lets out a crazy laugh as he nods his head back and forth. He looks around a moment, grinning a wicked grin, as if to say I told you so . He slips out from the ring and walks out, dissappearing into the crowd.
Michael D- ...I got a feeling Otis knows something we don't Hank.
Hank- Well...he did say he could guarantee Zero wouldn't be here...I guess that has to prove he's a man of his words...
Michael D- ...I guess so..
We fade to the backstage area where Ralph Lillard stands by with PKA, as Adam Payne and Ash stand beside him. Ralph- PKA, in a few minutes you go one on one with Brother Brimstone. You've had quite a lot to say about him this past week, yet he has chosen to stay quiet. What are your thoughts on him going into this match? PKA- Well obviously as you just pointed out I've had a lot to say about him this week and if you payed any attention to them you would already know the answer to that question! But since you are an idiot I'll let you know, that its quite simple really, PKA, myself, and Brother Brimstone, himself, will face off in a few minutes in a singles match, a regular, blah, singles, blah, match. Wow, sounds interesting, HUH RALPH!?! Well, obviously not. But I will make it interesting, as I intend to take Brimstone to the extreme! I intend to kick dirt in the regular match stipulation and spit right on Brimstone, and ultimately take him into the Ultra Violent world that I love! Ralph- That's all good and well, but let's switch gears now and talk about your proposal you made last week on Malice about the International Title tournament. Have you found any particpants? PKA- As a matter of fact, yes, a few. Christian Wright, Otis, and a few others have caught my eye. I have not reached the eight maximum yet, so I am still scouting talent right now. Ralph- Alright PKA, well- PKA cuts him off. PKA- Well nothing! How about, well this interview is over because I'm ready to kick some ass! PKA nods to Adam Payne as he shoves Ralph Lillard and he falls onto his ass. PKA and Payne laugh and walk on past him as Ash follows.
Hank- That match is closer than you think, Mike. The Violent Ed/B-Pac matchup has been cancelled, so PKA will be taking on Brimstone right now!
"Nobody's Listening" by Linkin Park hits the PA System. We can hear it saying "C-C-Comin' at ya, Come Come Comin' At Ya" and then BOOM pyro shoots off as the lyrics get underway.
[Peep the Sylte and the kids checking for it]
[The number one question is]
[How could you ignore it?]
PKA, Adam Payne, and Ash walk out onto the stage in a very confident way.
[We drop right back in the cut]
[Over basement tracks]
[With raps that got you backingthis up like..]
[[REWIND THAT]]
PKA raises his arms up, with his fists touching each other, as Payne balls up his fists, hits his left shoulder with his right fist, then hits his right shoulder with his left fist, followed by raising his arms up high too. Ash raises her arms, then points to each man.
[We're just rolling with the rhythm]
[Rise from the ashes of the stylistic division]
With these non-stop lyrics of life living]
[not to be forgotten]
[But Still Unforgiven!]
PKA grabs onto Ash's hand and holds it up in the air. The three make their way towards the ring.
[But in the meantime there are those who wanna]
[Talk this and that/so I suppose]
[It gets to a point feelings gotta get hurt]
[And get dirty with the people spreading the dirt]
[[IT GOES]]
PKA holds Ash's hand until she gets up the steps, then he slides in. Adam Payne climbs up on the apron and goes into the ring, climbing the turnbuckle as PKA does the same at the other end..
[TRY TO GIVE YOU WARNING]
[BUT EVERYONE IGNORES ME!]
[[TOLD YOU EVERYTHING LOUD AND CLEAR]]
[BUT NOBODY'S LISTENING!]
[CALL TO YOU SO CLEARLY]
[BUT YOU DON'T WANT TO HEAR ME!]
[[TOLD YOU EVERYTHING LOUD AND CLEAR]]
[BUT NO-BODY'S LISTENINNNNNG!]
Ash stands in between them holding her arms up in the air pointing to each man. PKA puts his arms out in a crusifix and Payne raises his arms, the fans all the while booing like crazy!
Brimstone's music plays... but no Brimstone!
Michael D.- Oh no, not again.
Hank- But we saw Brimstone arrive earlier in the show... whats going on?
The guys in the truck give it up. PKA shrugs and walks away. PKA gets to the ramp, and Captain Spaulding and Otis run out onto the ramp with two by fours. They attack in full force, beating on PKA until Adam Payne rushes up, and takes each man down with a powerfull clothesline!
Hank- Its the Powerline! Otis and Captain Spaulding are history!
Payne and PKA move into the back area, and Otis and Spaulding get up and dust themselves off before moving to the back.
Mambo #5 hits the pa system at the same time up on the titantron a fire bursts out on the screen and in the flames Akua Wakea is dancing with 6 Hawaiian ladies. Akua Wakea walks out in a hawaiian shirt and shorts. He is holding a torch in his left hand and he walks down to the ring. He puts the torch out on the floor and sets it on the stairs before proceeding into the ring. Quake comes running, full barrel, down the rampway, and Akua has no clue! While in the ring he strips off his shirt as all the ladies in the crowd cheer. Quake slides into the rign, right behind him, and in an instant is on his feet. He whirls the hawiian rookie around, and flattens him with a huge short arm clothesline that we're sure damn near could've decapitated the poor bastard. The veteran just begins pummeling his lethal fists, pounding over and over left right left right, smashing into the rookie's face. The referee rushes over, demanding the champ let up. Quake finally, after some coercing and threats from the ref, lets up his assult on the rookie, long enough for the ring attendant to ring the bell. Akua is not even half to his feet, when Quake charges over, kicking the Hawiaan right in the ass, and sending him tumbling out of the ring.
Hank- Akua is getting the hell beat outta him. He's clearly out of his league, and completely unprepared for this matchup Mike.
Michael D- Nogood lazy Hawiian...serves him right, Hank!
Hank- Need I remind you Mike, that one of our official Sponsors is none other tha--
Michael D- That's right Hank! nWo Malice is brought to you tonight by Hawiian Punch!...Now what was it you wer sayin--Ah crap!...From now on you do the ad pitches Hank.
Hank- Speaking of pitches--OH GOOD LORD! NO!
Quake has drug the rookie challenger towards the steel steps. He grabs hold of him, by his thick black hair, and slams him face fist against the steel! But he's not through, Quake shoves one of the spanish commentators right out of their chair, and grabs hold of it. Akua just lies there against the steel step, breathing hard and slow, barely moving from the ruthless suprise attack by the champion. Quake raises the chair up high overhead, and the fans begin to cheer and shout like bloodthirsty roman citizens watching one gladiator putthe other to death. Quake raisers the chair up high, no..he wouldn't,...he wouldn't...WHAM! He did! The chair slams down right against the back of Akuas head, busting him open and driving his face right against the unforgiving steel ring steps. Blood pours down from Akuas face and the back of his head. Quake drags him up, and throws him into the ring. He's going to teach Wakea a very hard lesson.
Michael D- Holy shit! Look at all that blood pouring off Akua! Quake's really done a number on him...and all in under five minutes too, no less!
Hank- Things do not look good at all for the challenger..I don't think Akua quite knew what he was getting himself into Mike. If he had any clue he'd end up like this...I doubt he'd even have shown up.
Quake slides in after the bleeding rookie, and drags him to his feet. He flings him acros the ring, whipping him with incredible force into the turnbcukle. Quake drops to a three point stance, and charges, slamming right into Akua, flattening him against the turnbcukle. Quake begins hammering him over and over with hellacious haymaker pucnhes, knocking Wakea's bobbling head back and forth from the impact. The champ lets out a flurry of vicous punches, beating and pulverising the hawiaan into a pulp. The ref moves in, trying to break it up, but Quake just gives him one angry glare, and the zebra quickly backs off, letting the mauling continue, uninterrupted. Quake grabs hold of Wakea, picks him up, up up, onto the top turnbuckle. Akua is completely zoned out, blood pouring down from his face and the back of his head. Quake drags Wakea off the top turnbuckle, dones not one, not two, but three military presses, then in an instant brings the challenger racing down headed straight for the champ's outstretdched knee. Stomach crusher! Wakea rolls around on the mat, bleeding, moaning, and in all sorts of pain. Quake looks down at the hawiaan and shakes his head. He leans down, yanks Akua's head back by the hair, and SPITS right in his face! He lets go, and Akua simply slumps back to the mat, groaning and squirming in place.
Michael D- This one's over Hank.
Hank- This one was over before the match even started Mike...Wakea's going to have to shape up, or get ready to ship out. He's getting a very hard lesson in what it takes to compete in the nWo.
Quake plants a boot into the ribs of the downed man, rolling him over. He looks down at him, his face a bit of a frown. He seems almost...bored. Uninterested in this bleeding writhing mass of flesh at his feet. He scowls, and kicks the downed Hawiaan in the ass again. But the challenger only lies there, graoning and moaning as blood still trickles down onto the mat. Quake's actually trying to give this guy a reason to fight, he's spit in his face,, and now he's starting kicking him in the ass, over and over, rolling him aross the ring. trying to get the challenger to do something, anything. And he's getting nothing. Finally, he looks around at the crowd, shakes his head, and we can clearely see him say "Fuck it!"
Michael D- I think Akua just made another rookie mistake, Hank. Now he's done gone and pissed Quake off. I think this one is just about over any minute now.
Quake drags Wakea up to his feet, letting him stand there for a long minut,e bleeding, swaying, unable or perhaps unwilling to event attempt to mount an offense. Quake slaps him! The big englishman just slapped the hawiaan rookie right across the face! And another! A third! He's even daring him now, this is unbelieveable! Quake just stands there, his jaw tilted slighy upward, his finger tapping his chin as he taunts the challenger to hit him. Hit him. Akua just stands there, bleeding. Quake shakes his head, slaps wakea one last time for good measure, and calls fro the end of this completely one-sided matchup! He grabs hold of the hawiaan, lifts him up, and spikes him headfirst into the mat with the Aftershock. Quake leans down, placing his pinky on the unconscious challenger as the ref drops down for the count.....1........2.......3.
Hank- That was actually kind of sad Mike...Quake went through all that trouble, trying to get the kid all riled up...and he's just wouldn;t do anything. Akua is definately going to need to do some serious thinking and re-training before he sets foot in an nWo ring again. Of that you can be sure!
Michael D- I couldn't have said it better myself Hank.
Hank- Its time for the main event, Mike. Weltmeister is taking on Christian Wright for the number one contendership for the nWo Championship!!
Mike D.- There's your new nWo World Champion!
Hank- But remember, its a temporary thing, Mike. He is only to hold the title until Mainstreamer returns or until he loses it! If he loses it, Mainstreamer will not the official champion anymore!
Quake takes a spot at ringside to watch who he will have to fight.
The lights in the arena suddenly turn off as the fans sit in darkness for a few seconds. With a large bang, all four ring posts explode in sparks and a flashes. The theme from "Terminator" plays as the arena lights turn back on to a bright red as Weltmeister walks out from the back. Weltmeister walks to the ring and steps over the top rope before climbing to the second rope and flexing his giagantic arms before the crowd.
'Cocky' hits as Christian Wright walks out, Bohemoth close behind him. Wright does a little 'Flair strut', and gives the crowd a 'WHOO!' as Bohemoth behind him points to Wright. The two walk down the aisle, as Wright seems totally focused on Weltmeister, walking over to top side of the ring, and leaping to the apron. Grabbing hold of the ropes, Wright leaps into the ring and raises his arms to cheers from the crowd, still keeping his focus on the opponent.
The action starts immediately as Weltmeister rushes in for a massive spear. Wright goes down, but slides from under Weltmeister. He comes up and hits a clothesline on Weltmeister. Weltmeister is quick to his feet and picks up Wright for a body slam. He goes for the pin 1- Kick out from Christian Wright!
Hank- An early pin gone to waste.
Welty begins pummeling his fists like a madman into Christian Wright's face. The crowd erupts with cheers. Christian Wright rears up, planting Weltmeister dead on with a headbutt, and then a swift knee right to the groin. The wright shoves Weltmeister off, quickly to his feet, wiping a thin trail of blood away from his mouth. Christian Wright races up onto the top turnbuckle, leaping off with a 360 shooting star press. He slams into the downed Weltmeister with a sick impact, and this capacity crowd eats it up. Christian Wright hooks the leg, the ref drops down..1..2..kickout by Weltmeister. Both men quickly to their feet stare down a moment, and then charge, entering the lockup.
Michael D.- Look at Quake's face! He's all into this!
Christian Wright shoves Weltmeister up into the turnbuckle, but Welty counters by clawing into his eyes, blinding him long enough to break free and send Wright flying across the ring with a well placed Irish whip. Christian Wright smacks against the turnbuckle, and bounces off. Weltmeister runs in, plowing Christian Wright over with a flying clothesline. He drops down for the pin..1..kickout by Christian Wright! Both men are back on their feet, trading punches across the ring back and forth. Christian Wright drops down to one knee, planting a solid shot right into Weltmeister's package, crumpling him over. Christian Wright slides out of the ring, shoving the ring attendant out of his chair. He grabs it, folding it up, and quickly scrambles up onto the ring apron, and onto the top turnbuckle. Weltmeister staggers to his feet, his knees still wobbling. Christian Wright leaps off, slamming the chair right across Weltmeister's face. Blood explodes out from the impact, and the big Russian is down. Christian Wright back up raises the chair high, and brings it crashing down into Weltmeister's ribs. He raises the chair up again, but Weltmeister quickly rolls out of the ring, wiping the blood off his face.
Hank- This isn't a Brutality Match, why isnt' the ref saying anything??
Welty starts to dig underneath the ring in search of something, and Christian Wright races across the ring, bouncing off the ropes. He rebounds, heading for the opposite ropes. He climbs up them, diving off with a suicide dive. Right into a waiting Weltmeister and a trash can. WHAM! Weltmeister slugs Wright right across the face with the can, and Wright crashes down ontop of him like a sack of bricks. Weltmeister is the first to get up, and drags Christian Wright to his feet, blood gushing out from the opened wound on the side of his face. Weltmeister irish whips Christian Wright right into the steel steps, sprawling him out across them. Weltmeister hops onto the ring apron, running across it. He drops down, crashing right atop Christian Wright, slamming his spine painfully against the unforgiving steel of the ring steps beneath. Wright screams in pain as he rolls off the steps, holding his back. Weltmeister staggers to his feet, catching his breath, and grinning like a maniac. He drags Christian Wright back up to his feet, irish whipping him, but Wright reverses, sending Weltmeister slamming against the cold hard security railing instead. Christian Wright leaps up onto the Swahili annoucne table, and dives off, drop kicking Weltmeister. Wright rolls him into the ring and climbs up to the apron. He gets up to the third turnbuckle and leaps off... but Weltmeister is up! He catches Christian Wright by the neck, lifting him up for a Two Handed Slam!! Weltmeister goes for the pin 1-2-3!! Weltmeister is the number one contender!
Mike D.- What a fantastic matchup! Weltmeister will be facing Quake unless Darren and Welty can convince Ichabod to postpone the match for Mainstreamer!
Quake has already gone backstage and is followed by Weltmeister. Wright gets up a little groggy and shakes his head as he head backstage as well.
"My Way" by Limp Bizkit hits the arena as green spotlights flash around the crowd. The fans stand on their feet and cheer as Prez Darren of the WoW heads down to the ring with the WoW Championship on his shoulder. He walks up the stairs and steps through the ropes. He is handed a mic by the ring announcer and begins to speak when the crowd settles down.
Prez Darren - Well, it's been a long week of phone calls and paper work but the wait is over. The WoW returns TONIGHT!
On cue, pyro erupts around the ring and up on the stage. The new WoW logo rotates on the rampway and in the ring as the song The Violent by 13 Stitches the OFFICIAL band of the WoW plays on the sound system. The crowd screams and cheers until the pyro and music dies down.
Prez Darren - Rumors have been circulating on just who is returning to the ring to compete for the WoW Championship in an Elimination Chamber match. Well, I won't keep you waiting any longer. I promised you some former WoW Champions and I'd like to introduce the first to you. As his contract with the nWo has just expired, I made sure to ink him to the WoW...ladies and gentlemen, former WoW Champion...BRIMSTONE!!
KABOOM! Lights in the arena wink out, leaving the whole arena bathed in darkness. The nWo-tron flickers to life to Seasons in the Abyss by Slayer, and we slowly move forward through pouring rain, zooming in on the grainy image of a decrepit old house, rotting in the middle of this forest of dead trees. Flames explode across the screen, burning the rainy image away, leaving only blackness. The monitor flickers violently, flashing vivid images of mangled bodies, roaring flames, and if we look closely...amidst the torrent of disturbing imagry, we can see glimpses of a battle. A huge battle. There are men all over the place, fighting amongt themselves, fighting, fighting and fighting...and amidst the horrifying images of what may very well be Hell itself, we almost recognize a face amidst the battle. One man, beating beaten, battered, torn apart by an angry mob, and thrown into the ring, to his certain doom. And then, as sudden as it started, the flickering stops.
Brimstone - Well well well, what do we have here? Seems...familiar. So many of you...and just little old me. Alone. Cast down and abandoned. Forsaken....don't tell me you've forgotten me, have you? Don't tell me that I have been ignored! That would be a mistake! I've been...away...for a very very long time. But that doesnt matter, now that I'm, back--
Prez Darren - Brimstones back but he's got his work cut of for him. Now let's switch gears here and go from monsters to beauty. Here's someone who's been in this business for quite a while now but has never been given her fair shot at the WoW Championship. Give it up for....ROSE!!
The lights go out for a few seconds and blacklights come out from underneath the ramp as strobelights go off in every
direction. Loco by Coal Chamber begins to play as Rose comes out in a white bodysuit. She does a roundoff back handspring tuck and each time her hands and feet hit the ground, pyros go off. She slides in the ring, giving a glare to Brimstone and then over to Darren.
Prez Darren - She's looking better then ever. Now some of you are probably thinking you want to see someone you havn't seen in a long time! Well, I was just getting to that. Please put your hands together and welcome back....
Hank - It's STORM!!
The mammoth seems to soak up the only light in the entire arena. Suddenly, as if he didn't even notice that he was inside of a building packed to the rafters with thousands of chearing, screaming fans. The beast turned his face to look down at the ring, red and black streaks across his face paints an ugly picture for those who stand in his way.
Prez Darren - It's great to see this guy again. Now up next is a man that I am on more of a personal basis with....
Before Darren can finish, bubbling noises fill the arena as it turns purple. Prof. Zandor emerges with Spuddy in hand as the fans boo. He slides in the ring and begins patting the others on the shoulder welcoming them back. Darren gives Zandor a stern look as the bubbling fades.
Prez Darren - What the hell are you doing here? You're not in this match or the WoW! Especially after what you did to me.
Prof. Zandor - But I figured I didn't need an invitation. The WoW is nothing without Prof. Zandor. I'm a former 4 time WoW TV Champion. I was planning....
Prez Darren - Welcome back to the WoW roster, former two time WoW Champion, and the first ever WoW Undisputed Champion...ICHABOD!
Prez Darren - If you think that is something. I promised Ichabod I would not alter his nWo roster. I didn't break that rule but I slightly bent it to make sure I had a former WoW star who deserves to be in this match. I've signed this next man to a 2-way contract between the nWo and WoW so he may compete for both productions...
Hank - I DON'T BELIEVE IT!! IT'S PHUZE!! HE'S BACK IN THE SQUARED CIRCLE!
Time has gone by but it has had little effect on the man that arguably was once WoW most feared competition. The army issued cargo pants, the bulletproof vest, the fingerless gloves, even his trademark haircut...they are all still there and there is no doubt that he is the former WoW World Champion, Phuze!
Phuze - It was only a matter of time...
Phuze - You didn't think the WoW would be resurrected without the man that put it on the f***ing map now, did ya? The one that got people to tune in to this half ass piece of crap Darren likes to call a federation.
Phuze - No...I was not going to let the WoW come back without the cornerstone that carried it on his back for so long. Not without the man that took this federation and literally turned it on its head. Not without the man that destroyed the paper champion, Justin Payne...Darren's beloved. Not without the man that singlehandedly brought the WoW to its knees.
By now Phuze can be seen making his way down the ramp, slowly but steadily, his eyes scanning the crowd as well as keeping an eye over his back, watching out for anybody that may dare intercept him.
Phuze - Without Phuze the WoW was crap, then I took the spotlight and made it one of the greatest federations ever set up in the world. The moment I left though...it crumbled. The WoW dissapeared for a while and then when it was back in the air it was a bunch of clowns trying to make up for the glory that this federation once held. Those so called WoW supperstars of the post Phuze era were a joke. Change the name of this federation as you will, change presidents around, come up with gimmicks left and right to try to make up for it...the fact remains, THIS...PLACE...SUCKS!
Phuze - No more, mark the return of the man that pushed all others with the tips of his pinky. For too long the fans of this once great federation have watches those idiots run around in their tights pretending to be something more than jackasses. For too long you, the people, have had to watch this bulls**t play out in your screens and just when you though it could not get any worse, the corporates prove to you that indeed, one can go lower.
Phuze - Perhaps it is time for a new revolution. Perhaps it is time to get take this place to higher levels once more. That is a responsibility I once again am willing to assume...
Brimstone - SILENCE! One of you is responsible for stealing what belonged rightfully to me...and I want it back! I know one of you is the mastermind who ordered my destruction! I'm come a very very long way to return the favor...could it be, Phuze, that YOU were to one who helped one of them steal what rightfully belonged to me? How about you, Storm? Hmm? I havent forgotten you, Rose. You would profit the most...wouldn't you? To be the one responsible for putting to an untimely end, my reign...you'd like that honor, wouldn't you?...And then...then there's the very real possibility that YOU, Ichabod, were the one responsible for the great profane injustice commited against my holy name...you of all these people would do it..for the sheer thrill. For the sheer spite. You, most of all you, will be the one my all seeing eyes watch most.
Brimstone - Not a one of you had the courage, the skill, the POWER to destroy me on your own. Only together, were you able to end my reign, rebel and revlot against my rule...and in my book, that makes all of you guilty. But one of you is responsible for setting the trap. One of you is more guilty than all the others. One of you will taste more of my wrath than all the others. In the coming days, in the coming weeks, I will pry away your precious secrets, one by one...until I know just which one of you it was that SENT ME TO HELL. I've been gone a very long time, but I'm back, and I'm here to return the favor! You're going to pay...all of you...dearly!
Ichabod - So, we meet again. Here we are, two years after I fought my way through every jerk in WoW to meet you in the ring and hand you your ass, claiming my spot as the WoW Champion. Since then you've hidden, somewhere in the inferno on the other side of reality, sending out your minions. Sending thing after thing, thought after thought, hellstorm, fire, and death raining down on my friends and me.
Necron... dead.
Mr. Black... gone.
Spatter... ascended.
Jugernaut... retired.
Those are your casualties. But I've suffered as well. Thanks to you I've lost a beloved girlfriend to a coma, lost a damn good friend to insanity, a colleague to death, another friend to a most brutal death, countless roster members and nWo crew to God knows what fates, and lost my faith in almost anything. I've suffered mentally, physically, emotionally, and psychologically because of your crap. Meanwhile you've sat hidden on some dubious throne of a ridiculous self proclaimed righteousness. Where are your scars, Brimstone?
Oh but here I am, standing before you, tall, proud and strong. Ready and willing to step up to the boss of all the crap I've gone through over the past nine months of my life. And here you are, fresh from a two year vacation, finally realizing why they say when you want something done right you have to do it yourself. I'm beaten and bruised, you're rested and fresh.
Well, I say bring it on you demented old fool.
Ichabod steps back after a moment of silence and turns to the crowd.
Ichabod - Two years ago I fought the entire WoW roster to face Brimstone and win the World Championship. Now here we have the WoW roster, including Brimstone, with the WoW Championship on the line. And they say history doesnt' repeat itself.
Well, it can and it will. I guarandamntee you that.
Rammer - Well well well. The President of the nWo. Well cheers for him. Personally I don't want to say anything bad about you considering you pay me money. But let's see backstabbing, snake in the grass, peice of shit, dirt bag, those are all phrases that come to mind. Then again you got Rose. Give me a break, a Fucking girl? I am sure wrestling can do better than putting a male up against a female for entertainment. I mean if everyone is looking for someone to have a bloodbath just put me up against anyone and I'll give them a bloodbath they'll never forget.
Rose - Rammer, oh ass rammer. haha. queer ass. how many times does it take for women to beat your ass to realize you are not worth a shit?
Rose - Ichabod, we've had good and bad times. Your guilty. I owe you for all of the shit you have put me through. Ever since we were kids, you've made my life a living hell and I fully intend to pay you back. Now's my chance bitch.
Rose - One last thing. To all of you who think you can beat me, bring it bitches. Don't get me started. oh wait, you did.
Ichabod - Ah my dearest Rose. Still following me around, wanting to play with the big boys, eh? What can I say about you? You came in and basically ran WoW, played PKA for a fool, gloated about it, and then got your ass handed to you by me. Stupid girl. Thats what you get. Never EVER trust a redneck. Oh but yeah, then you came here like a bad ass to try and help Miss Emily Rugmunch Stone put my ass on ice. Then you disappeared. You're starting to remind me of Morbius. Why don't you save yourself the embarassment and just leave now. I'd hate to make a grown dyke cry on national television in front of all her butchy fans.
Prez Darren - Whoa now! Let's not get out of line. Why not let Storm have a word huh?
Storm - I have nothing to say to any of you, save one... I have come to free a soul cross me and it's your soul which may need saving. As for the rest of you may the power of the Great Spirit fly you swiftly and safely to the councel fires of your ancesters, because only there will you find peace from the torment your body shall soon feel.
Rammer - How many of these fags are so unimportant that I havn't even heard of them before? I mean maybe I have heard this name once before. To tell you the truth I don't think it's a name worth remembering anyways. Ohhh should I look out cause the storm is going to get me?
Rammer - Or Phuze, never heard of the guy either. You must be one of those guys that has a short... 'phuze'. Seriously though, I've never heard of you but you better watch your back.
Ichabod - Rammer? RAMMER? Jesus Christy in a boat. Here I am thinking, hey, I got my most dependable guys here, Christian Wright, Quake, PKA, Weltmeister, and RAMMER. I gave you the shots at the NWA tag team titles! Oh, lets not forget that you couldn't even manage against ol' Chrissy to get your well deserved shot at the mill. Christian Wright, Rammer. He's dependable, yeah, but he's not the best we have to offer. Hell I put him in his place two weeks in a row. And then your buddy Jugsy copping out in the mill. But I trusted you guys, put you up against all the NWA had to offer, because I trusted you. You are the first nWo guys to have your names up in lights in the big bad NWA, and its all thanks to me...
And the entire time you were scheming behind my back with Darren. Well, to hell with you. I have my own schemes going, as you see, and whether you're nWo or WoW, you're still my bitch. You're a NWA regional champion... MY region. That means you're still under contract to me. So prepare to have your life become a living hell!
Ichabod - Wow, what can I say? I'm actually glad you're in this match. Remember when I came out of nowhere, beat every guy in your stable but you, rose to the top of WoW, and became the icon I am within a few short months? What were you doing? Trying to run WoW as far as I remember. Run it into the ground so the Legion could try and walk all over the rest of us. Ah, but people like me didn't let that happen did we? But I never got a chance to get you in the ring... well, here's my chance.
Prez Darren - That's right. You'll get your chance Ichabod. All of you are going to get your chance! For this WoW Championship in the Elimination Chamber. All of you have the shot.
Ichabod - This is it? This is the legendary return of WoW's biggest stars? You got to be kidding me man. I know you can do better than this. I'm frankly disappointed. Where are the Foxes? Where are Rage, and Draven Azagthoth. Triple X? Sweet Cheapshots? Chandra Desdemona? Dick, Smokey... hey Darren... where's Justin Payne? What are you doing, trying to give me a push by letting me in against these third rate rejects. This looks like you tried the WoW A-List, got blown off, discouraged, and threw darts at the D-List. With the possible exceptions of Brimstone and Phuze, none of these people were ever any better than midcard at best.
And it seems like at this point neither are you. You didn't even bother to put yourself in this travesty. Screw this, I'll see you at the Elimination Chamber.
Prez Darren - Screw this huh? No, screw YOU Ichabod! I think you need a little attitude adjustment. Now that I have YOU under WoW contract, you've got yourself a match next week. That's right, the first WoW Sanctioned match in over a year. You'll see Ichabod one on one with...BRIMSTONE!
Hank - This is nuts!! The WoW is back and out of control!
Prez Darren stands at the top of the stage with the title belt and smiles knowing what he has just started. The WoW is just starting and the coming weeks are going to be intense.
Blackness grips the screen as two burning embers slowly fade in, giving off just the faint hinted outline of an old man, staring out at the world with a twisted sneer. WHOOSH! Pyro explodes up from the ringposts, and two snaking trails of flame race up the ramp...KABOOM! A huge flash of flame erupts from the stage, and somewhere in the distance thunder rumbles, ominously. The old preacher steps out onto the stage, his eyes a dull faded yellow. He glares down at the ring with an evil snarl, and slowly makes his way to the ring and steps inside. He stares out at the crowd.
The sad and haunting wail of a native song is the only sounds which can be heard as every member of the audiens seems caught up in the magic of the momment.
Raising his hands even further his large hands held menasingly over the entire theater as if they were all the next on his list. He then drops to one knee hammering the steel grating with his fist setting off a cascade of pyros leading down to the ring which is finished off by four lighting strikes exploding from the nWo-Tron to each of the four turn buckles.
The lights rise and Storm Cloud Crosser and his manager “Bear,” The Kodiak Grizzly, make their way down to the ring and step inside with the others.
Those that know their WoW history, know this theme, they know that in a few seconds the pyros go off, and as if on cue, they begin firing off from the bottom of the ramp in greens and yellows, working their way up to the stage which has been darkened. By now 'Bring tha Pain' is playing in full tilt and the crowd up on their feet in anticipation. This has been a long time coming, the return of a legend and one of the most controversial members the WoW ever had in its roster. Loved by many and hated by more the shilouette of Latin America's most enigmatic guerrilla fighter stands frame by the images of explosions in the background. Fiery reds and oranges trace the outlines of the man that had gone under for a great many months and had not been seen since.
Then there is a flash, a blinding white that for a moment stuns the audience and once again the lights are on, spotlights bathing the figure of Phuze, standing in all his might atop the stage with a smirk on his face.
Over his head he is wearing a headset, opting to use this type of microphone rather than the hand held type.
