**START CLIP**
( LOCO taps Daniels on the shoulder. Daniels turns around only
to be met
with a kick in the gut. Without hesitation LOCO sets him up for
the
Hellraiser. )
CE: HELLRAISER!!!**Guillotine DDT, Rocker Dropper**
( LOCO leaves the ring. Wallace crawls over to Daniels and covers
him. Hamp
stirs, not knowing what happened. He rolls over and meekly counts.
LOCO
watches from the exit ramp and laughs.)
BS: It can't end like this!
Ref:
1...
2...
2.5...
CE: THREE! THREE! NEW CHAMPION!
**SMACK**
BS: What was that?
( Camera switches to show LOCO lying on the floor and Evil Alex Roberts
standing over him with a chair. )
BN: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, and NEW UIWF HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION
OF
THE WORLD, KKKEEENNN WALLLLLLLACCCEEE!
( As Evil Alex Roberts hits LOCO for the second time Pico " TLM " Suaz
comes
running out. He nails EAR from behind and the two begin to brawl.
)
CE: It's chaos.
RR: It's mayhem!
JJ: Is Wallace L-mob?
( As Wallace slips out of the ring Daniels awakes to only to realize
what has
happened. Enraged he stalks after Wallace, meeting up with him
just metres
away from where Pico and Roberts are fighting. Daniels crashes
into Wallace
with a double axe handle. Wallace nails Daniels with the belt.
)
RR: HERE COMES BIG BONG AND THE FIVE-0!
( Bong begins to brawl with LOCO as he is back up and the Five - 0 help
Daniels beat one Wallace. )
CE: This is out of control ... security can't even stop this.
( A giant of a man comes lumbering from the back and a smaller man is
trying
to stop him. It's Dark Dragon and Talon Zahn. )
JJ: Dragon just decked Daniels, and he turns around and nails Pico.
Everyone
is fighting everyone!
( Three men in the first row get up, and hop of the guard rail.
The walk
over to the fight and begin to stomp on the Five - 0. )
BS: Is that who I think ...
CE: It's COLD JUSTICE! Bill and Rick " The Rocket " Hrenchuk along
with
Blistering Bobby Booyah are beating down the Five - 0!
**SMACK**
RR: LOCO just floored Bong with chair, and EAR just took a chair shot!
( Pico and LOCO start to move to the move to the back but Jack Daniels
chases them. This causes a chain reaction with everyone brawling
everyone
up the ramp. )
**END CLIP**
Voice: Last Thursday, everyone expected something, but not that.
Thursday
night Chaos ruled. As the UIWF moves forward nothing is certain,
the
months to come will tell where this federation is headed. The
last 10
minutes of Thursday Night Terror are symbolic of where this federation
is.
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( Fade into a studio set where Bob Sharpe and Rex Roads sit. The
set is one
which look like that of a late night talk show. Complete with
a fake view
background, beige carpeting and matching chairs. Roads sits to
the right
and Sharpe to the left. )
BS: Welcome to another edition of Trash Talkin': Sunday Spiels.
I'm Bob
Sharpe and this is my co-host Rex Roads.
RR: ...
BS: Apparently Rex is still upset over Jack Daniels recent loss to Ken
Wallace.
RR: You know, I liked those Lynch Mob bozo's at first, but now I could
care
less for them. They're messing with the wrong people in Team
Extreme and
the LN.
BS: That could be true. The Lynch Mob certainly are marked members
of the
alliance.
RR: Well maybe listening to the Landlord talk a little smak will brighten
my day.
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(camera fades in the main room in an apartment thats on the second
floor. The floors are creaky as anything, there is a long couch, in
front of it there is a small tv with simpsons playing on it at medium
volume, next to the TV there is a high tech stereo and on top of the
stereo there are a few cds. There is a fridge in the corner of the
room
that is full of liquor, Landlord is quitely sitting down having a drink
of Bundaberg whilst Dave has just focused the camera on Landlord.)
Landlord: Well well well, Jack Vars you showed me something, if you
can't stay focused you can't win a match, and I learned that the hard
way. But Bolander I have learned a lesson, and now I am going to go
into
TNT and whoop your ass clean. You talk about friendship and watching
peoples backs, I have someone watching my back that could clean you
up
in a second. If you wanna keep going back to how life is at chicago...
fine I couldn't really give a damn but if you think that watching kids
throw up (Landlord lets out a small giggle) makes you a better wrestler
then get the hell out of the fed. Because doing all this crap for the
community and changing your attitude isn't going to give you any better
a chance against me. I learned my lesson when Jack Vars beat me, and
adding a stipulation that you will leave if you lose by DQ is just
plain
stupid.
Dave: Landlord what do you think of Randy "The Sock" Mitchell
Landlord: He is just a weirdo who talks through a sock for all I am
concerned. Can't come up with his own move because he has seen the
so
called "socks elbow" on television. Randy... I challenge you next you
piece of trash. Randy Miavia oops I mean Mitchell I am going to give
you
the beating of your life. And then you may think about coming up with
a
new personality. You wanna lay the sock down? Here is your first
challenge. Do you accept?
( Fade to black. )
BS: Landlord didn't have much to say, but he got his point across.
His ready
for Bolander on the September 3rd edition of Thursday Night Terror.
RR: Landlord should have beaten that snot Jack Vars Thursday night.
BS: Some might say Landlord was a little out of his league against Vars.
BS: Well, the man he will be facing that Thursday is Bolander Watts
and he's
up next.
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(Fade in. The Chicago City lights dance off the waters of Lake
Michigan.
A gust of wind ripples the water. A quick reminder why they call
this the
Windy City. The camera focuses in on a man walking the beach
alone.)
Bolander: Let me state for the record what an honor it is for
me to be apart
of the Vindicators. Together, Oleg and myself have a lot of hard
work ahead
of us. We have come together with a joint purpose to ride the
UWA Alliance
of the packs of cowardly dogs that roam wild prying on the individuals
that
stand-alone. On our mission that lies in front of us there are
battles to be
fought as tag teams and there are battles that need to be fought on
individual levels.
Bolander: The immediate battles to be fought as a tag team includes
a
personal vendetta against DRG. DRG, Wow you pissed off Oleg and
you will
pay. Pay very dearly you will. When one of the Vindicators
has a personal
grudge all of the Vindicators have personal grudge. You'll feel
our wrath
soon enough. Another topic on the Tag Team front was a question
that the
Forces of Orient had asked in a recent interview. Let me just
state that you
two are two very talented individuals and a skilled tag team.
You mentioned
that if I stuck with Oleg that you would have to kick my @$$.
Make no
mistakes about where my loyalties lay. They lay with a man that
I have the
utmost respect for, Oleg. It will take more the idle threats,
beatings,
success, to tare the Vindicators apart. We're taking on all comers
and we
are not gonna go away. The time to house clean the UWA Alliance
has come.
Beware because you have been warned.
Bolander: Now for the unfinished business at hand on the singles
front.
Landlord unlike you I don't need anything to accompany me to the ring.
Take
another drink there Pal. You're a very talented wrestler. I know
that you're
not drinking for liquid courage. I know that you're a courageous
wrestler.
But, it also seems that you drink a little to often for just recreational
purposes. Granted this is just my opinion. But, it seems
that your unhappy
about your opportunities here in the UIWF, your unhappy with the competition,
your unhappy with your record, you were unhappy with the Flatlinerz.
You
just seem to be unhappy. Could you have found a purpose just
like I have.
See this is the real reason why you and I don't get along. I too was
unhappy.
I'm doing something about it. You were unhappy and you quit the
Flatlinerz
and you escape in to a bottle. I hope that one-day you see what
is right and
do something about it. Until that time I will fight you any place
and
anytime. Trust Me!
(The camera fades out.)
BS: Bolander apparently didn't want to elaborate much either.
He got right
down to the point, the Vindicators are here to stay and he's willing
to take
on anybody.
RR: Doesn't he make you want to puke? ( In a sarcastic tone )
We are the
Vindicators. No bullies allowed. Don't cheat.
BS: Well the Vindicators were unsuccesful in their first bout as a tag
team
but they lost to some pretty stiff competition. Former UWA World
Tag Team
Champions, Forces of the Orient, and the Five-0, along with Team Extreme.
RR: Well up next is another guy who makes me wanna puke. Jack
Vars.
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[*Camera fades up. Nothing is seen, as we realize the camera-man is
franticly
looking around for something to shoot. Suddenly though, we hear a shake,
as
the camera-man slowly walks up a flight of stairs, untill he taps a
man on
the shoulder, who is trying to get the door to his appartment open.
The man
flips out, and his keys go flying into the air. The man turns around,
and
scares the camera-man as well, as we realize he's Jack Vars.*]
[*Vars kneels down, and begins looking for his keys. He looks up to
the
camera-man with those big blue eyes of his, and nods to the camera,
as he
looks down, and then up again..*]
JACK VARS: "Ah, the UIWF buzzards. I knew you'd show up sometime, but
I
didn't think you'd put me in a perdicament such as right now. Never-the-less,
I'll go on with the interview. I suppose you'd like for me to talk
about my
UIWF Middleweight Title rematch with Supersonic, am I right? Yeah..
well,
Sonic, I have little to say to you, seeing as how you've been a practicle
_mute_ as of late. Ah, but I suppose I'm not worthy, correct? Cry me
a
river."
[*Vars bends over again to find his keys for a minute or two, untill
no luck
arises, and he looks up again..*]
JACK VARS: "I never HAVE, and never WILL lay down for anyone. No, I'm
not
saying I've never lost before, because, anyone that is mortal has lost
a few
bouts, including yourself, _SONIC_. I'm talking about respect. If you're
to
beat me, it's because you were the better man. In some cases, it's
whoever
has someone to interfere in the match. I must say though, Sonic.. you're
one
of the best, and I respect ya'. But if you were to _ever_EVER_ get
someone to
interfere in our bout? You'd regret it more than anything else in your
puny
_life_.."
[*Vars bends over again, and finnaly finds the keys as he begins to
open his
door, but look at the camera..*]
JACK VARS: "Why? Because I have a few people watching my back.. I have
a
suprise for you, Sonic.. heh heh heh.."
[*Vars finnaly opens the doors, and throws the keys inside the appartment
as
he finishes up..*]
JACK VARS: "Ya' know they say that silence is golden, but you've taken
it to
an extreme, Supersonic. While you may not take this match seriously,
I sure
as hell do. But Sonic, I'm not complaining. Because now, when I turn
on the
television to see the UIWF, I won't have to hear your annoying voice
_blab_
and _blab_ about how good you are. Because it won't do you _any_ good
in the
ring. For all that matters is what your actions are _in_ the ring.
Actions
speak louder than words, Supersonic.. and this is a prime example.
..For you're only Junior VARSity..
..AND I'M..
..._ALL_...
..._PRO_.."
[*Vars slams the door, and the camera fades to black..*]
BS: Vars is ready, and pumped, for his match against Supersonic this week.
RR: Can you say Double Death Blow? I can, I can also lets quit
wasting time
on this loser and move on to Jean Jaque Lemaire.
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(It is a cold and rainny night near the harbor. This is where the pirate
Jean Jacque Lemaire has come after his hard fought victory of a man
called the Sock. Lemaire is headed towards his ship which is about
to
set sail. Lemaire has his uIWF treasure map in hi hand and is looking
intensely at it. He walks aboard his ship. the cannons fire and
the
sails begin to be hoisted. jean Jacque akes off his bots and begins
to
puto\the souveniers he has brought back from his match.)
Jean Jacque: ARGH MATEYS!!!! I told ye all what I was going to do to
all
the scallywags around here unil I was told where the UIWF be hording
its
gold. I started toight by forcing that mixed-up puppeteer Sock to walk
the plank and taking his two little friends. Now then I has overcome
the
first clue and now it is on to the next clue.
(Jean Jacque reads from his map.)
In order to find the gold ye want you must next turn off the electricity
that runs through the UWA alliance. This clue isvery simple it talks
about me next match with a man who a shock to everyone. A man who shall
be shocked when his body is forced off the plank and he hits the water;
the sparks will fly and he shall become the next round of fishey food
for me friends of the deep. Eric Cole you said you have never heard
of
me well this Saturday night ye shall learn who I be and once you know
ye
hall never frget the name Jean Jacque Lemaire. I am looking for nothing
but the gold and ye are in me way so prepare to become a fish appitizer
as I make ye walk the plank. After I get done with ye I have a little
match against a man who is no going to forced to walk the plank but
rather sliced up with me trusty sword so that I can turn him into glue
for the repairs I needs to make to me ship.
Bronco ye are soon going to be put out to pasture for the last time.
I
have been looking forward to our match for quite so time now. You I
have
some damages on me ship that need to be fixed, if I am to continue
to
pillage nd plunder the UIWF until they gives me the gold like me wants.
Terefore I need a good bit of glue and I think that after I get done
with you I shall more than enough glue to fix me ship. once this is
done
I shall be able to continue on me way. After I get done with ye Bronco
I
am looking for the next willing volunteer to swim out into the shark
infested waters and try to stop me. I don't care who it be; it could
be
someone like Big Bong. This fat slob would truely make me friends happy
as he would be a meal for perhaps a week to all the sea meanies. the
next man I face could be someone like the big bully hater Bolander
Watts, a man whose hatered for bullies would make an interesting
struggle as he fights off the bully sharks that are going to be fighting
over him as he floats around the water helplessly. It makes no
difference who is put in me path bescause they are not safe until the
UIWF gives me the gold I wants. now then I must continue me journey
so I
shall be off so get off me ship.
(The ship fires its cannon and head out into the waters. Jean Jacque's
voice can be heard laughing as the ship begins to disappear into the
night. The cannon fire continues as the ship vanishes from sight.)
BS: Jean Jaque Lemaire has debuted on a roll here folks. Thursday
night he
went out and defeated the highly touted Randy Mitchell and Saturday
Night
he scored a pinfall over Eric Shocker.
RR: ARRGGHH, and the next scalley wag to walk the plank is Bronco! ARRGGHH!
BS: This Thursday Night the new comer, whom we have yet to hear from,
Bronco
is set to debut against Jean Jaque Lemaire.
RR: Up next is Pico " The Love Machine " Suaz.
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(The scene starts off dark black, the picture slowly kicks
in but it is still blurry. The screeen is to revealed stuck
on a partially desecrated tan-coloured door. Cracks in the wood
are noticeably on this run-down, shoddy door. A rumbling is
heard, the sound of footprints, they get closer and closer
until the golden doorhandle turns slowly as the door is
pushed open. The door creaks as the screen lights up.
Showing our hero "TLM" Pico Sauz walking in with a fishing
rod, a net and other fishing paraphenilia. He's sporting
the whole camoflauged fishing outfit with a bright orange
hideous looking hat. He drops his gear and leaves, he immediately
returns holding his pride and joy, a rock bass about 3 inches in
length, he punt kicks the fish and a few seconds later you hear
a squishy impact, TLM walks over to a low quality velvet chair,
he lounges out in it)
TLM: Well well well... it's been awhile since you've heard this voice
of
the past... I've been quite busy lately with hanging people and all
so if you've been in depression... don't worry, PICO IS BACK
Today was my last day of fishing... my last day of being
one with the universe... the last day of being one with MYSELF...
and boy do I have some stuff to get off my chest... It's amazing
the self-restraint I had to administor... The temptation to just let
loose on the parade of jobronni's you got prancing around as legitimate
contenders was almost great enough to conquer my will power... it was
a
struggle, but I made the mandatory gag order so I had to fulfill it...
I
wanted my actions to speak for themselves... and that's exactly what
I
accomplished... Everywhere we went terror was left in our wake... we
left a
path of destruction larger than any hurricane... and it's far from
over...
our wrath is far from vented... or at least mine isn't... I have many
personal vendetta's to seek out and take care of... along with the
the glory and championships that will eventually find me...
(PICO obviously existed from his long encounter with the
wilderness gets up and sludges over to the kitchen. He opens
up a cubboard and takes out an OFFICIAL SPICE GIRLS COLLECTOR
cup, he has all five but he selects Sporty's glass on this occasion.
(Congratulations to Posh Spice (Victoria Addams) and David Beckham
on their pregnancy, we have a new spice!)
He scours his refridgerator looking for a cold tasty beverage but
he comes up empty, so he just selects some water)
PICO: Now... for those of you who don't know who I am... I'm a former
champion in numerous federations... I could run down the list and
bore the hell out of you with my credentials but I'm in the Lynch Mob...
That oughta be enough credentials for ya... and if not gimme a
shout and I'd be more than happy to brag... If you want the skinny
I'm much more than LOCO's lapdog... and if you have the same beliefs
as Flaming Bob... "the weak link" of the Lynch Mob will have no problem
to prove to ya that I ain't no weak link... how do you think I got
in the Mob anyway? from my good looks? well maybe, our old recruiter
may have been queer when he saw me... what was his name? Immorality?
A BLAST FROM THE PAST... but my first challenge appears to come
from a man who carries a sock puppet... now I recognize this man
and I'm not too proud of this fact... why Randy? why? why
have you
sunken so low? A sock puppet? is this the best gimmick you can
come up with? (nods his head) YOU'RE PAST YOUR PRIME...
IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO MOVE ON... STOP TRYING TO REGAIN YOUR PAST GLORY...
THE CLOCK STRUCK TWELVE...THE BALL IS OVER... and now it's time that
your
ass kicked... I'm sorry, it wasn't my choice, I just want ya to know
that
(TLM has an innocent look on his face like he is in fact sincerely
sorry he'll have to beat the crap out of one of his old friends.
And then he laughs showing that he cares nothing for his friend
who has since fallen from grace into a pit of low mid-card
status, he continues)
TLM: And why I'm on the topic of Recruiting... the torch has been passed...
it's now MY turn to evaluate talent and it's about goddamned time...
Bruce Bravo? whoever the hell thought of that one should be blasted
in the face... so... all TALENT... if there is any... I'll find you...
The Lynch Mob is looking for a few good men... well just one actually...
so if you think that you have the qualifications to be a member of
the
most accomplished group in wrestling history... and more importantly...
be a part of a brotherhood that's been goin' on solid for months and
months... give me a shout... I usually don't watch that closely so
you're gonna have to do somethin' special to get my attention...
None of this (squeaky voice) "Mr Pico, sir, ummm... please let me in
to
the lynch mob! I won't let you down! I am not a jobber!"... well I've
already seen enough of those... what we are looking for is someone
who will make a spectacle about it... so... on your horses... I'll
be waitin'...
(PICO finishes of his cool tasty beverage which soothed his aching
throat with an "aahhh" signalling the quality of his cool tasty
beverage. After he completes his cool tasty beverage he deposits
his remaining cold tasty beverage into the sink, he contemplates
about having some more cool tasty beverage but he decides to sit
down and rest his bones)
PICO: And now it's time to address all those who WISH they had the
skills to pay the bills... I had a list a mile long of various shoots
and flames and what not... but with my lack of memory due to
heavy drug use I seemed to have misplaced it... hell, I probably
used it to roll one up... now Kirk Wilkes... you take cheap
shots on me about my past... I think this is both pathetic and
unfortunate... it's pathetic that you have to try and make
an attempt at being a name by calling me out... and then insulting
my past... and it's unfortunate that you went and put your career
on the line... now... you must have fired up some of the wicked
shit cuz putting your career on the line? you gotta be kiddin'
me...
If you want out of the UWA that badly you just should suck Gordon
Adair's schlong and BEG... PLEAD... cuz you got yourself into
somethin' bigger than you can comprehend... I don't take being
called out lightly... to me you are challenging my pride... my dignity...
and my reputation... For these graves sins you shall be tried and
persecuted... you're penalty shall be death by hanging... or at least
a helluva head rush (grins)
(Pico gets a crazed look in his eye and he simulates strangling himself.
Obviously a flashback to his old drug habit and what not. His
eyes
become buggy and bloodshot as TLM refuses to let go. His face
is
turning a putrid blue colour now until "Viva Forever" The Spice
Girls latest beautiful melody kicks in and TLM slowly releases
the grasp, he becomes teary-eyed and continues, he sucks back his
tears because he is a real man)
PICO: Now if you've been paying attention lately... my debut match will
be
a "panty" match... now you're probably all wondering what the hell
the
deal is with this one... well it ain't none of your damn business what
my obsession is with panties so BACK OFF... But I will prove that I
can master any environment... any circumstance... and I WILL come out
on top... And after I partake in what will probably be the match of
the
decade if Mitchell keeps up his end... I'll be rewarded with a championship
oppurtunity... Even though I haven't set foot in the ring yet... But
that's the power of the Lynch Mob... the power you caught a glimpse
of Thursday... the power that we can unleash anywhere... the pain
we can inflict... but I think I'll go and win that petty title by
myself... I mean... just look at this guy
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Supersonic: Do you like apples? cuz I have the UIWF Middleweight Title...
how
do you like THOSE apples?
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TLM: Now... Good Will Hunting what the hell was that all about?
I am very disappointed in the lack of EVERYTHING that this fed has
shown me.
You have a peg-legged pirate time-warped from the time of the
Berserker
and the Repo Man... You have a sock puppet... oh God... PLEASE RANDY!!
LOSE THE GIMMICK!! YOU WERE ONE OF US!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKIN'!??!
Sorry about that... gotta little carried away... Now MATT DAMON...
I plan on taking your belt... if you pull another no-show... I won't
accept
that piece of tin you are masquerading around as a respectful belt
if
you won't show up... that's a disgrace... this whole federation is
a
disgrace... the names better start followin' us in soon cuz I'm startin'
to get disappointed with the prospect of having to beat the crap out
of some guy who just fell off of the Pirates of the Caribbean every
other week...
(TLM laughs to himself for a second. He then rummages around in
his
pockets. After a few seconds of fidgeting he pulls out his findings.
A syringe, he looks at it like it was a million dollar bill, his eyes
light up like christmas trees. "insulin" he proclaims over and
over, "insulin" as he takes out an elastic band. "Insulin")
BS: Well Pico has a busy schedule coming into the UIWF. Thursday
Night he
will debut against Randy Mitchell in the first panty match in wrestling
history.
RR: Maivia and Suaz in a panty match, I think I'll go get some nachos
during
that one.
BS: Damnit Rex, IT'S MITCHELL! MITCHELL DAMNIT!
RR: I know, Mitchell makes some fine fishing reels Bob, but why are
you
bringing that up now? This show is about wrestling, remember?
BS: ( Shaking his head ) Well Pico is also scheduled to meet up against
Kirk Wilkes, and it appears, whether he beats the Sock or not, a show
down
with Supersonic is looming.
RR: Kirk Wilkes is a loser.
BS: Thanks for adding that riveting piece of commentary Rex. Up
next is
retyrning superstar, Blistering Bobby Booyah.
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(The scene opens in a dark room, the only light comes from a television
that is on, on the television a bunch of UIWF clips are playing, it
shows Jack Daniels holding up two titles, then it shows all of LN in
various clips of “Smoking up”, then cuts to EAR winning the UWA
Heavyweight tile, and finally are clips of the horrific acts of the
Lynch mob, suddenly a voice can be heard from the darkness.)
Voice: Without Order there comes chaos, there is crime, hate, and
unspeakable acts of violence, this is what has become of the UIWF,
it
has been over run by drug smoking stoners, Men who’s hearts are colder
than the bodies they leave in their path, and common hoodlums, it wasn’t
always this way, once a great battle was waged between good and evil,
each kept both sides in line, then suddenly, the side of good
dissapeared, and order was lost, well now... ORDER HAS RETURNED!!
(The lights then come on to illuminate all the surroundings, the camera
is in a beach house, along the walls are various posters and trophies,
standing beside the Television is a familiar man, The man is Wearing
Khaki shorts and a sleeveless shirt with the letters CJ on the front,
for those who don’t know the man is “Blistering” Bobby Booyah.)
BBB: Remember me? well for those of you who don’t, remember the
face
cause you’ll be seeing it in your dreams and your nightmares, but before
I get down to all that I’m sure you’re wondering where I’ve been.
Well
as some of you might remember one of the last major matches I had was
a
rematch against the man who went on to be UWA Heavyweight champion,
Evil
Alex Roberts, Now I won that match but old Al couldn’t except that
and
after the bell had rung Al unmercifully beat me, this beating came
to a
temporary stop when a man by the name of Big Butch Thorton came down
and
took out EAR, now I made the mistake of taking this gesture as a sign
of
respect, so in return I offered my hand, what I received was a chokeslam
through a table. As you can imagine it hurt like hell but what
you
probably don’t know is that crashing through that table caused me to
dislocate my shoulder, when I went back to the dressing room I had
it
popped back in and went on home. My second mistake was to wrestle
two
more matches while injured, I got through the first match ok, but the
second one really messed me up. So while I sat home recooperating
I
watched slowly as the famed Cold Justice slowly faded out of existance,
with the dissapearane of myself and two other members who I do not
have
to name, The last remaining member soon too faded out of the ranks
of
the UIWF. So I sat at home, busted shoulder wondering if UIWF
was worth
saving, wondering if I should call it quits and head to another fed.
I
was on the fence until recently, I turn on the TV and what do I see?
not one man but two... TWO being beaten within an inch of their lives
and then HUNG!! that was it, that along with the HEAT of hate
that
burns within me for LN is the reason I have come back. I have
come back
so that people have some one to cheer for, someone who will fight back
for them, most importantly I have come back to PROTECT YOU FROM
YOURSELVES. So next you LN feel like jumping a lone wrestler
or you
Lynch Mob decides that someones neck isn't long enough already, just
remember, if you play with fire your bound to get burned and
if you
mess with me you're definately going to get SCORCHED!!
(Booyah walks past the camera and walks up the stairs, the camera
watches him go and then turns and focuses on a large poster on the
wall,
it shows 4 men standing there side by side and above them in large
red
letters are the letters CJ, the camera zooms closer and closer and
then
the scene fades to black.)
RR: ( Laughing ) Maybe that scrub should hook up with the Vindicators,
and
or Kirk Wilkes!
BS: Well we saw the return of Cold Justice Thursday and that should
make
things A LOT more interesting around here. Blistering Bobby Booyah
has made
it clear he has come back to do one thing, and that's restore order
around
here.
RR: Up next is another man who make me puke, Supersonic.
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[The scene opens inside at the Busch Gardens amusement park, in Williamsburg,
Virginia. It is early evening, with the sun beginning to set. The park
is very
crowded right now, with the camera man bumping into people as he goes
by. Some
sort of foreign music plays throughout the park, possibly German or
French.
The camera man makes his way past certain rides, like the Loch Ness
Monster
and others. He then arrives in the France section of the park. He walks
all
the way to the back, passing the Le Scoot log flume on his way, walking
under
white roller coaster track. He then arrives at a small area with some
benches,
trees, and a lot of people. The entry to the newest roller coaster
in the
park, Alpengeist, is to his right, with a large line forming. The camera
man
sits on a bench, next to two picture things, one a cut out, the other
a kyak.]
[The camera man looks up and watches Alpengeist, which is beginning
to ascend
up the hill. He sees feet hanging from this inverted roller coaster,
which is
continously going higher and higher. It then reaches the top and plummets
to
the ground at very fast speeds. The camera man then tries to follow
the ride,
through twists, turns, loops, and corkscrews. Soon the ride is finished,
and
another trip up begins. Once it reaches the top of the hill, a familiar
voice
is heard, getting the camera man's attention. The camera man turns
around and
notices Supersonic, who is coming from the Alpengeist exit. Supersonic
is
wearing a pair of black Adidas shorts with three stripes on the side
and a
white Nike shirt. A slight look of exileration is on Supersonic's face,
as he
sits down next to the camera man.]
Supersonic:Damn, that kicked ass. You should give it a shot.
Camera man:Oh hell no. Forget it. I just lug this camera around and
let you
run yer damn mouth, time in and time out. They don't pay me enough
for this.
Supersonic:Don't get ingrateful. I've had enough with ingrates, guys
like
Handsome Henry. I beat the guy fair and square, then I even accept
his
challenge to a Spot Light Match. Alright, maybe he does have a problem
with me
beating him. So then he goes and takes my Middleweight Title. Well,
I'd hate
to break it to you there Henry, but I met with President Evans, and
I had a
new Middleweight Title made. You can knock yourself out with the fake
one, for
all I care.
But do you know what that makes you? A paper champion. A fake. A phony.
A
fraud. You may be a champ in your own eyes, but in the UWA and the
UIWF for
that matter, you are not. Honestly though, stealing my belt is the
only way
you could get your grubby little hands on a piece of gold anyway. And
you took
the wrong one too. [Supersonic shakes his head.] That's pretty sad.
I know how
you want your match and all, so get ready for the Spot Light, because
I sure
as hell will be. So what if my streak went kaput, I wasn't pinned,
and I still
have the title. So bring everything you have, even little Edgar. I
would love
to kick his teeth in as it is.
[Supersonic looks over to the line on Alpengeist. He notices that it
is short,
and motions for the camera man to follow him. He convinces him that
he will
only have to follow him on line. Supersonic is now on line with the
camera
man.]
Supersonic:Rey Jeran, you got something you deserved. A chance to be
in Rage
in the Cage. However, I kept something I deserved, and that is my UWA
TV
Title. I know that you respected me going into the match, and after
the match
ended, I have found a new respect for you as well. You really gave
me one hell
of a fight, and I congradulate you on it. Even though you didn't pin
me, you
still won. If Johnny Coals didn't come around, you might've pinned
me. I
might've pinned you. You can never be too sure. The way that the match
went,
it could've gone either way. Rey, good luck in Rage in the Cage, and
I
wouldn't mind fighting you again. You really did give me one hell of
a fight,
and at the same time, I realized something. You were right. I was looking
toward the future too much, getting too ahead of myself. I made note
of that.
I made sure that it would never happen again. I have two titles to
defend
right now, and a name to make. I have 4-5 people who want my ass right
now, so
I have to keep on my toes. So Rey, thank you.
[Throughout his talking, they have gotten farther in the line.]
Supersonic:Simmons, what did I say? Once again, I walk out victorious.
However, once again, you gave me a run for my money. I have earned
even more
respect for you, and I wouldn't mind fighting you for a third time.
It was a
tough match, however I wound up on top, keeping my streak alive, temporairly.
It was a great match, and a pretty close one, no less.
[They become even closer to the main loading area.]
Supersonic:Jack Vars, you too gave me a run for my money. You really
did put
up a great fight. You really do deserve that rematch, and that is why
you are
getting one. I have gotten a bunch of respect for people lately, and
you are
no different. I really clocked you in the head hard though, but, well,
it got
me a victory. Whatever works, you do. And it paid off. Even though
I won the
battle, the war is far from over. I am prepared to face you once again
Jack.
[They become next in line.]
Supersonic:Great, running out of time.
Camera man:I step over, right?
Supersonic:Relax, relax. I need another interview. Got more stuff to
say about
Vars and Coals.
[Alpengeist pulls up, and the people exit. Supersonic and the camera
man walk
on. Supersonic walks in first, and sits down. The camera man walks
in, and
Supersonic pushes him onto the seat and straps the camera man in before
he can
get away.]
Supersonic:Goin' for a ride.
[Supersonic gets off the ride, leaving the camera man. The operator
gives his
instructions, as you hear fear from behind the camera. Supersonic's
laugh is
heard in the background. The ride starts, the camera man mumbling to
himself.
The ride is near the top.]
Camera man:My cameraaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!
[The ride plunges, sending the camera flying into the water, with the
entire
plunge down being seen. The screen fills with static as the scene fades.]
BS: Supersonic is a man with a lot on his plate these days, but I guess
that's to be expected when you hold two titles.
RR: This Thursday, Sonic, Vars. Double Death Blow, my prayers
are answered.
'nuff said.
BS: Well up next is a man who's never had a kind word to say about anybody
in
his entire life, Evil Alex Roberts.
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(The camera opens in a dingy room. Various copies of Pro Wrestling
Illustrated litter the floor. Bottles of beer are spilled. Flatlinerz
merchandise is scattered across the floor and clogs up a dusty sofa.
Several Flatlinerz group photos are seen. One is ripped beyond
recognition. Another is scribbled all on. Another has "JOBBERS!" written
across it. A ragged armchair is in the corner of the room. The
upholstery is totally ripped, hanging on to the exposed chair frame
by a
very thin thread. A sub-standard TV, one of the common 1980's designs
sits in the corner. The camera focuses on the TV set. It's a Godzilla
movie. One of the Japanese 1990 remakes. To be precise, it is "Godzilla
VS King Ghidora, made in 1991. We hear the see the badly dubbed actors
and hear the dialogue.)
Actor 1: So it has happened. Godzilla is re-born.
Actor 2: But…he's much bigger this time.
Actor 1: You forget, Tetsuro, he was made with modern nuclear weapons
this time.
Actor 3: Found him, Sir. He's in Tsunami Bay.
(The actors crowd around the TV screen.)
Actor 2: You can't expect that…that thing to be friendly?
(The TV screen switches to Godzilla, wading through the sea. He lets
out
a roar, different to his previous one…more menacing. Almost
instantaneously, the screen switches to Roberts. Roberts is wearing
a
pair of faded black jeans, the knees worn through and a T-shirt bearing
his famous slogan: PURE EVIL. EAR let's out a malevolent chuckle.)
EAR: Nothing like a good monster movie, eh chuckles? Grew up watching
this stuff, you know. Every Godzilla film that has been made is in
this
damned room somewhere. Best bits of these movies were the monster
sequences. Godzilla rampaging through metropolitan Japan.
(Roberts walks up close to the camera.)
EAR: In case you're wondering what my point is…look at the damn screen!
(We see the TV again and Godzilla is wailing on Ghidora, smashing up
several buildings as he does.)
EAR: Got it yet? Now I'm free from those spotlight hogging idiots the
Flatlinerz, I'm about to embark on a little rampage of my own. No one
is
safe. No one will be spared. All will suffer. I have some business
to
attend to with Gordon "Megalomaniac" Adair though. Gordon, I don't
care
much about that piece of tin you call a world title. I'm coming right
after you. There's something's in life you don't do…such as stick lit
fireworks in your mouth. Another one of those things is to strip me
of a
title. As I said before, keep your stinking world title. I'm going
after
the only titles that matter. The UIWF WORLD, yes, WORLD title, not
the
pissant " UWA Ontario Heavyweight Title" or whatever it's called. That
title has been begging for a true champion, not some buck-toothed twerp
who won it by cheating and mob tactics. In other words, that title
needs
me. It cries out to be put around my waist. Jack Daniels, I'm coming
after you. Not some journeyman who should have retired the same time
Hulk Hogan won the title in 1993. Not some "Extreme" wannabe. No, this
time, you do have something to be worried about. Evil, Daniels. Pure
Evil. Think about it.
(The TV blabbers out some more crap then switch to commercial.)
EAR: But Daniels and Adair aren't the only ones with sleepless nights
ahead. No, that little puke Supersonic is in for a beating as well.
The
more I think about him, the more angrier I get. Sometimes I wish they
made clone humans so I could rend Supersonic limb from limb, repeatedly.
I wish I had him right here, right now!
(The TV makes an announcement about UIWF television events. Roberts
turns around.)
TV: The UIWF! Live as always on this station! CBS, the only station
for
REAL wrestling fans! Week in week out, more people chose the UIWF than
any other Canadian Wrestling Programme! With talent like this, is it
any
wonder?
(The TV does a video montage of various UIWF stars in action. Supersonic
appears walking to the ring. Roberts lashes out at the TV, putting
his
foot through the screen. The TV sparkles and crackles out, smoke pouring
through the hole. Roberts then proceeds to jump on the TV, breaking
the
frame. He finishes his assault on the tube by throwing the crackling
remains into the wall. He turns to face the camera again, snarling.)
EAR: SUPERSONIC? BAH! YOU THINK HE'S SOMETHING, RIGHT? LISTEN
SUPERSONIC! I'M COMING TO GET YOU! I'M GOING TO TAKE THE TWO TITLES
YOU
BOAST SO INCESSANTLY ABOUT!
(Roberts calms down, his chest heaving.)
EAR: You see, it's not just the constant "Look at me I'm Supersonic"
crap I'm sick to the back teeth of. Jesus, I had enough of that from
the
mysteriously vanished Bill Hrenchuk. It's the fact that Supersonic
holds
a TV title. Supersonic, enough of your damned roots, if you know
anything about mine, particularly my wrestling roots, you'll know that
I
specialise in TV title reigns. 5 in 5 federations justifies that. Whilst
I may not have been placed in the RSPWF rankings before, ask anyone
how
good I am. They'll back me up more than any poll compiled by some spotty
journalist ever could. I also see you've held 30 titles in 40 feds
or
vice versa. Impressive. But you know what? I'll wager $5000 on it,
you've never faced a man like me before. Ever. As long as you hold
that
TV title, you're a marked man. The same goes for anyone who has designs
of beating me to the punch.
Now, as I said before, I'm going on a rampage through this alliance.
The
first obstacle in my way is Big Bong. At last, some decent opposition.
Someone I can finally take apart and be proud of when I've kicked his
ass. Bong, nothing personal, but you're going to be eating a very large
portion of Fist Soufflé followed by the main course, Swansea
Hardcore.
Tell you what Bong; bring the rest of that joke stable along with you.
I
got plenty of beating to go around, and why should you have all the
fun?
Bong, you're going to be an example to the Alliance. A very painful
example. Better, bring along that stuff you smoke. I hear Marijuana
has
some wonderful pain relieving properties. Trust me, you'll be needing
it. You may think that's evil Bong. And you'd be right.
It's PURE EVIL!
(Roberts turns and simply walks out of the room. The screen fades to
a
black one. Blood like writing drips down the screen. Writing begins
to
form… " Evil Alex Roberts is back. The masses will be enlightened.
And
there will be suffering. So much sweet suffering.")
RR: Isn't Al just the greatest thing since sliced bread?
BS: Some might say so. We know he's mean, we know he's big, we
know he's
bad.
RR: Roberts pisses off a lot of people but he's one of those special
people
who can piss people off and get away with it.
BS: He certainly is special ...
RR: He's evil, PURE EVIL! Hahaha!
BS: Well up next is the man who started all the controversy. None
other then
LOCO.
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enough to be cohernent. The echo however... building intencity... with
every fleeting heartbeat.]
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[It Grows louder... almost sinister in it's appeal]
-THUMP- "T~~ T~~ H~~~~ D~~~~ I~~"
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[With the suddeness of a heart attack a flash of bright colored lights
hit the screen, RED, BLUE, GREEN, PURPLE... then in sequence again.
Screams are heard as the lights flash. A manical laughter is heard...
the heart pounds harder.... children crying.. RED, BLUE, GREEN,
PURPLE... YOU ARE NOT IN CONTROL... sound of glass breaking.... Sirens
blur to high decibals... RED, BLUE, GREEN, PURPLE... sound of an
explostion... a babies scream... RED, BLUE, GREEN, PURPLE..... at the
highest level possible a man yells....
THE TRUTH HURTS, DON'T IT!
Everthing stops as suddenly as it began...camera goes black....
silence... a pregnant pause.... camera swirls to a man sitting on a
wooden stool wearing, black jeans, a black t-shirt... his long hair
hangs.. dangling before his face. This man who we have come to know
as
LOCO begins to speak..]
LOCO: As easy as it it for you to believe.. as easy as it is for you
to
comprehend... nothing exists in this federation without my say so.
I am
the weilder of absolute power. I am the one who corrupts young minds.
I
build them up... only to let them fall. I talk about the meek. The
meek
which runs rampant in wrestling today. I have no time for you. My heart
breeds contempt for your reckless existance. In another place or another
time... you pathetic existance would have been tolorated by people
less
strong. Less in control.
[From behind his back LOCO pulls foward a long rope... tied into a
noose. He cluthes it in his grasp]
LOCO: Here before me... I hold the "Truth"... the everlasting truth...
if you will. The "Truth" acts as judge, jury and executioner. When
wrapped around the life mass, known as a man's throat, it has amazing
powers. All those self evident lies you tell yourself. All those fabled
legends you try to convince yourselves are true. Come crashing down
with
the flick of my rist. All men are equal when presented with the "Truth".
[LOCO flips the noose around his neck]
LOCO: Except this one.
[LOCO let's the end dangle to the floor.]
LOCO: Wallace... I created you. Like I created everyone else. You play
the role I write for you. The time being... World Champion. Don't go
all
feeling proud. That's my belt. I won it. I'll come collecting soon
enough. Your situation is one of consequence and great fortune. The
consequence... your obvious demise at my hands. You fortune... your
obvious demide at my hands. You can tell your grand kids you were once
in a match with the "Legend" himself. You can tell them about the
struggle you survived... and how you came up...
[holds his fingers apart by an inch]
... this short.
[LOCO laughs]
LOCO: Isn't funny how memories make the best of things. Rhetorical...
no
need to answer. Wallace, what became of you? I sit here and remember
a
man from the past. A Wrestlingman full of vigor and energy. Now before
me I see a sick and flaccid man. Flaccid to the point of pity. You
come...beg... not to be subjected to my "Truth"... then have the nerve
to threaten ME?. Is this the way you speak to *your* God?
[LOCO pauses if only for a moment. His eyes dark and piercing, like
a
circling bird of prey.]
LOCO: Wallace, I offer you the opportunity to turn that belt over to
me
no questions asked. I offer you a opportunity to do the right thing.
Either way... and you know this.. I'm leaving that match as champion.
It
can be with a stuggle ending with your lifeless body hanging from my
noose. Or it can be with a smile. Think about it.
[The camera... zooms to LOCO's eyes...]
LOCO: Think real hard.
[The camera fades to black.]
BS: LOCO is another man with a lot of enemies and few friends.
He feels
the few friends he has are enough, and to date, through numerous federations
times, and places they have been enough. Will they in the UIWF?
RR: LOCO has got Wallace this Thursday for the title, Lynch Mob Rules.
BS: It should be a dandy of a match, both of these men are talented.
RR: After that LOCO must face the young man who'm he kicked out of the
Lynch Mob, Bruce Bravo.
BS: Well I'm sure in the coming weeks LOCO will be one of the men at
the
center of attention in the UIWF. Let's hear from the man whom
he cost
the title.
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who: Jack Daniels
about: Wallaceman, Lynch Mob, EAR
(The scene opens to the back parking lot of the Thunderplex, in Thunder
Bay Canada. Jack Daniels is seen walking with Electra. He is wearing
a
pair of blue jeans, boots, a LN 4:20 T-shirt, and is holding a bottle
of
Jack Daniel's in his hand. Electra is wearing a long, black and white
leather dress, with a slit running up her left leg of the dress. Daniels
has a mad look on his face, as Electra has her arm around him trying
to
console him. Daniels stops short and turns around facing the camera.)
JD: You know, I'm sick and tired of this (*bleep*) bull(*bleep*). You
know Wrestlingman, Ken Wallace, or whatever the hell you want your
sorry
ass to be called, you won for one reason and one reason only; because
of
your little butt buddies over in L-mob. But I'm sure you don't remember
all of that after you tasted the Sour Mash. Your yella carcass was
destined to get pinned, and it still is; it's just a matter of time
when
it will happen. I want MY title back, and I'm gonna get it back.
I made that title what it is today. I inaugurated that title back in
April when I beat the crap out of two other jackasses, in the very
first
Pay Per View event for the UIWF. I was the leader of the UIWF, and
I
still am, title or no title. The LN and I were the showstoppers around
here, and we still are. We don't need those titles to prove it anymore.
You all that LN runs things around here and that ain't gonna change.
WALLACE, I WANT MY TITLE BACK and you're gonna give it to me. I want
your name on that dotted line allowing me to kick the crap out of your
pathetic little ass next time, and taking back what's RIGHTFULLY MINE!
(Daniels turns and in the same motion, he raises the bottle of Jack
Daniel's and smashes it through a car window. The window shatters into
a
million pieces. The bottle is still in one piece, until Daniels
introduces the bottle to the driver side door of the car. The bottle
shatters leaving many scratches on the door, as the alcohol splashes
all
over the car door. Electra looks horrified at the image of Daniels
flipping out. Daniels begins to walk again but stops after only two
or
three steps. He finds himself on the other side of the same car.)
JD: You know, the LN and I have sat back for too long now. We're sick
of
watching this sick, twisted crap that these assholes, Lynch Mob, are
carrying out each and every week. We should of stopped it from the
beginning, but we figured as long as they don't cross the line and
mess
with us, we couldn't give a rat's ass. Now we do. And now we regret
we
didn't stop these suns of bitches when we should of. Lynch Mob, I don't
know who in the hell you think you guys are, but now you've crossed
the
line. You don't want to (*bleep*) with the LN, cuz you'll just get
(*bleep*) over even more.
You think you scumbags can just come out here each and every week,
brutally attack anyone you want and demand matches. Before you can
start
demanding anything, you have to get through LN first. You pieces of
trash have to earn your respect first.
LOCO, your yella carcass just made the biggest mistake of your life.
You
see, after I'm done beating the crap out of Wallaceman, or whatever
the
hell his name is, your ass is next on the list. As a matter of fact,
it'' not just yours that'' next, it's the whole damn Lynch Mob that's
next. I DON'T CARE WHAT IT TAKES OR HOW LONG, BUT WHEN THE LN GETS
ITS
HANDS ON YOU, IT'S NOT GONNA BE A PRETTY SITE.
(Daniels turns and faces the same car as before. He takes a step back
and begins to kick the window on the car door. His first kick cracks
the
glass, and his second kick shatters it into a million pieces. He lets
out a few more kicks, as the metal frame around the car door begins
to
bend in and become damaged. Electra covers her face and lets out a
few
screams, as she can't stand to watch Daniels so angry and violent.)
Wallaceman, I WANT A REMATCH FOR MY TITLE, and YOU'RE GONNA GIVE IT
TO
ME WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT.
AND LYNCH MOB, THERE AREN'T ANY WORDS TO DESCRIBE WHAT THE LN IS GONNA
DO WHEN WE GET OUR HANDS ON YOU.
(Daniels turns his back to the camera and begins to walk away. He walks
thirty or so feet and then stops at a shiny red Ferrari Testerrossa.
He
approaches the door of the car on the driver's side. He turns back
around to the camera.)
And Roberts, Don't think I forgot about out little match at Summer
Shutdown. You're in a bad position now that I'm pissed off. This gives
me even more of a reason to beat the crap out of you and everyone else
it takes for me to grab the UWA gold and bring it to the LN, WHERE
IT
RIGHTFULLY BELONGS.
(Daniels opens the door and sits in the car. He opens the door for
Electra. He starts the car and quickly pulls away out of the parking
space. He peels out, leaving skid marks behind. The scene begins to
fade
to a red Ferrari speeding away, with one pissed off Jack Daniels driving
it.)
BS: There 's a war set to take place and it seems to be the Lynch Mob
and
the LN will be in it. Jack Daniels is none to happy at LOCO and
is intent
on getting a rematch for the title he feels he was robbed of.
RR: Feels he was? No, no, no, he WAS robbed of the title.
BS: Daniels also has the formidable Evil Alex Roberts to contend with.
He'll take him on at the UWA's up coming Pay Per View SUmmer Showdown.
RR: Hey didn't we already have that?
BS: No Rex, the UWA ran out of names so they copied the UIWF.
Ours was
Summer Shutdown and we had it in June.
RR: Oh yeah.
BS: Well folks, before we go we still must listen to the new champ,
Ken
Wallace.
RR: That's it, I'm outta here. I can't afford to fall asleep while
the
night's still young.
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(Sceen Fades into Ken Wallace. He is wearing a Black shirt that says
KW
on it. Blue Jeans, and reagular shoes....He has the UIWF _WORLD_ Title
over his shoulder.)
Kw: I guess first thing is first...I have a match with Loco this
thursday. Loco, You seen on the card how gordon said you didn't deserve
a title shot cause you haven't wrestled yet. Well Loco, I want to tell
you something. I agree with him. I honestly belive that you loco. Don't
deserve a title shot. But you see loco, I am not gonna complain about
it. It may seem like it, but i am not complaining. Loco, I understand
that you have a reputation. A good one, one that would allow you to
come
into a place and rather quickly get a title shot. But Loco, did it
ever
occure to you that by taking a shot at me it might do you more harm
than
good? Did you really ever look at it that way? Because, you may win
the
title. That can be good up to a certin point loco. I know you have
been
world champ before, and so have i. You know the pressures just like
i
do. But Loco, I don't want to start any troubles but did you think
that
your so called friends might turn on you? They might want a piece of
the
gold as soon as you get it? You may be thinkin that it will never happen
to you cause the whole lynch mob is good friends and blah blah blah.
But
belive me Loco it can happen. Look at me and Johnny Coals. When i got
fired there was no sympathy card from him...Nothing....but as soon
as i
get back. Look who is the first one to jump on me for getting a title
shot? HIM...Loco it can and will happen to you... I know i am not as
big
or well known, but Loco i have been many places and i know what can
and
will happen when you start to throw titles and jelousy around....It
happens to me all the time. That is why i have this big schedule...You
Simmons, Mystery Person, EAR, Ego.....All because they are jelous of
what i have, towards what they want... But Loco, there is only one
thing
that i ask of you...It isn't to keep the mob back, cause they crusified
me on saturday.... What i ask for you, is to help me give the fans
a
match.....So don't try pulling any strings...Okay?
KW: Now i am gonna go into the future a little bit. Which is my
match
against Chris Simmons and the mystery guy for the CW title....Mystery
Person, I will get to you in a min....But Simmons, why have i not heard
from you? It seems that since my turn, you have not wanted anything
to
do with me. Why is that Simmons? Have you decided that you will take
my
advise and start training. Like you should have been doing instead
of
talking? What is it? Now, don't get me wrong simmons i am not looking
so
far in advance that i am taking this match lightly. No I am not doing
that...What I am doing is still training harder and harder... Chris,
you
challenged me to this match....You said i didn't deserve a shot, but
you
challenged me to a match anyway...You know why i accepted that match
Mr.Simmons? No, it is not to get back what is right fully mine. What
it
is about though is showing you why i get title shots when ever i ask
for
them. And why i get matches when i don't. See Simmons you challenging
me
was a blessing in discusie....For me to get another CW added to the
end
of my name, and to put you out of your misary...But simmons, i am trying
to figure out what you must have been thinking when you challenged
me....Were you thinking that you are so big, that i wouldn't accpet
the
match? Or was it, at the time you really thought in your mind that
you
could beat me....Well Chris, if you were thinking either one of them
things you were really really wrong...Look at the stuff i have been
through Chris, did you really think that i would back down? Com'n really
you can tell me... Did you think you actually had a chance at beating
Me? Well if i were still that stupid Wman, i agree, you might have
had a
chance at beating me. Really you might. But the fact of the matter
is
Chris, i am not that limited person anymore. So Chris, I will see you
at
the PPV...
Kw: Now, I would like to talk about the nasty smellin, the sombrerro
wearing, little cuban, Pedro Kozaro...Pedro, did you see what happend
on
thrusday? Did you see that? I hope you did cause i told you to watch
it.
Pedro, Once again, i thank you. If you didn't nock some sense into
me, I
wouldn't have this right now.( He pats the belt) But see Pedro, you
helping me out, came at a price to you. I am sure by now that you know
what that price is. Don't you? You bet, the price is me takin it out
of
your hide as soon as the match is signed. Pedro, they were many other
ways you could have tried to knock some sense into me. You could have
got me drunk, you could have had a talk with me. But no. You decided
you
would try to beat it into me...That pedro, yeah, that right there was
most definantly your biggest mistake. And trust me when i say your
BIGGEST mistake. See pedro, when you do something to me, you should
also
expect some pay back. And pedro, this is gonna be your pay back...
Now
pedro, i want you to think about something. Just something small,
something that was brought to my attention back stage....When you tried
to beat me up., Where you thinking clearly? Cause if you were, i will
beat you up faster than you have ever been beaten before. But pedro,
if
you come out and tell me that you were drunk, your you were confused
about what to do, i will forgive you. Then i will beat the hell out
of
you for being very indecisive....And pedro, belive me, that is the
worst
thing that can happen to you...It will be worse than VVV could ever
do....And it will be by far, the worst that I have ever done...
Kw: Now i will make a statement about the biggest loser of them all
in
the Allience. Mr. Alex Roberts. Roberts you moanin about how you were
screwed out of the UWA title, that i never deserved a shot, and how
you
should still be the champion. Well let me tell you something....YOUR
NOT, SO GET OVER IT...EAR, I was champion also, I went around saying
how
i was screwed and blah blah blah. But you know what I ended up doing?
I
ended up whining so much that the UWA had to fire me over it. Do you
know what i learned from that mr Roberts? Simply this, don't win
otherwise you will get so many people mad you will have trouble finding
a pot tp p!ss in. Do you under stand what i am saying? If you don't
that
is just too bad. But EAR in the process of your whining you challenged
me to a re-match, I accpeted, but roberts you haven't made a direct
comment towards me since that state ment. Why? I mean i could understand
if you decided it was the stupidest thing that you have ever done.
But
to not notify anybody about it? Naughty mr Roberts....So Al, As soon
as
i see our match on the booking sheets, I am not gonna give you the
pleasure of my speach...
KW: So all you involved with me...Come prepaired or DON'T COME AT ALL...
(Sceen Fades to black)
BS: Folks that's all the time we have tonight. Tune in Thursday
for Trash
talkin': Tuesday Talk. For Rex Roads and the rest of us hear
at the UIWF,
I'm Bob Sharpe saying good night.
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