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| Insanity Episode 164; Arena México - Mexico City, Mexico | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 11 2008, 09:39 PM (291 Views) | |
| Thomas Driver | May 11 2008, 09:39 PM Post #1 |
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Main Event Revolution Inc. (Patron Saint/Cardinal Sin) vs. Serial/Kendo Razer vs. Indystar Koda vs. Deadpool Non-Title Match Streetz vs. AleXtreme Non-Title Match Tom Tyco vs. Sully Hardcore Title Match Anyone Can Enter Adam Senton © vs. Entire PWA Roster |
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| Rex Haraway | May 12 2008, 11:17 AM Post #2 |
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With the show only moments underway, all eyes are already laid on a scene out the back as the camera switch to the arena entrance. Walking through the door, dragging with him a huge bag, walks Rex. Even after his hellacious brawl with Razer no more than 24 hours ago, he appears to have a smile on his face – that is, until he is approached by Mitchell Cole. MITCHELL: “Hey Rex, what have you got there?” Rex stops. Turning around reveals a book in his hand, of which he hands to Cole before muttering the words: REX: “You'll find out later.” He carries on walking, dragging behind him the huge bag as Mitchell stares at the item he has received. Indeed, it is a book – but what book? Nobody has to asks, as Mitchell mouths the title in somewhat of a confused manor. MITCHELL: “... 'The Book of Rexodus'?” The interviewer quickly flicks through the pages, looking baffled as Monday Night Insanity returns to ringside. |
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| Tom Tyco | May 12 2008, 11:52 AM Post #3 |
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Tom Tyco is buttoning up a polo shirt built for a suit while talking to his trainer Mike about tonight's festivities. Mike helps Tom with a cuff button while sporting his trainer style garbs. Tom Tyco: Tonight's the big night, Mike. My initiation into the Millionaire's club is going to take place! I have a good feeling about this. The Million Dollar Title (and maybe the Hardcore Title) are not present in the scene, but the message of Promo Act II is finely pointed out. End skit. |
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| Serial | May 12 2008, 01:16 PM Post #4 |
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The cameras turn to the kitchen showing Toucan Son of Sam with a chef's hat on as he makes a bowl of beloved Fruity Loopz. He then points and stares at the camera for a few seconds. Donny: Toucan is entering the Hardcore Open! I can't believe it! Such powerful words! Johnny: I didn't hear anything. Donny: Well open your ears... "Toucan" Son of Sam is in the Open!!! |
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| Indystar | May 12 2008, 03:05 PM Post #5 |
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Oh Mamma, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law THUMP, THUM-THUMP, THUM-THUMP Law man has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home THUMP THUM-THUMP, THUM-THUMP Oh Mamma, I can hear you a crying you're so scared and all alone THUM-THUMP, THUM-THUMP, THUM-THUMP Hangman is coming down from the gallows and I don't have very long ......YEAH!!!!! The lights return in the arena as "Renegade" by Styx starts to play on the PA system. This jig is up the news is out They've finally found me The renegade who had it made Retrieved for a bounty Never more to go astray This will be the end today of the wanted man The crowd cheers and clap to the beat as the Indystar, with his beautiful wife; Lightstar, head to the ring. The air is humid and boiling as Indy, wearing nothing but his wrestling attire, enters the ring as Johnny and Donny (wearing nothing but undershirts) stood in the commantary box Johnny: Indystar, coming to the ring and we are f**king boiling!! Donny: Goddamn you Vegeta and your booking agents! Why must Mexico be so hot!! As the crowd cheers for the lucha-trained Indystar, the Star grabs ahold of the microphone and smiles Indy: Now my spanish is abit rusty but......Las damas y caballeros, los chicos y las chicas, los niños de todas edades. Estamos en México, el hogar de libre de lucha y esta noche yo patearé el asno de un druggy maldito The crowd cheers as Indy nods of approval before raising the microphone to his mouth Indy: Now the last time I was in this arena, I was wrestling Chavo Guerrero Sr. and I landed on my head trying to do a spingboard suicide dive. But now I'm in PWA and so my plan for now is to go after a title. What person should I go after. Tom? Naw, he's a loser, he ain't worth it. Serial....maybe, but he has troubles already.......Tommy...HA! Like I'd have a chance...Mario, Koda, Kalevala, Kyle, that dickhead Hellfire and their whores would make sure I'd never touch Tommy....Streetz however...well I got a good record against him, and I know how to beat his ass...so......Streetz...howsza bout it......at the next PPV which....Summer of Sin The crowd cheers as Indy leans on the top rope looking at the backstage Indy: Howsza but a title shot, for the Commonwealth championship? I await your response As "Renegade" restarts, Indy and Lightstar head to the backstage as Johnny pours water all over his face Johnny: Indy vs Streetz, could it happen!? |
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| Deano White | May 12 2008, 04:12 PM Post #6 |
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Damon White with his father Dean White begin walking towards their locker room in the back, however their stopped by PWA’s secondary interviewer the very lovely Jenn Tucci. Tucci: Damon could I get a few words? Damon: Fire away Jenn. Tucci: You were absent from Three Hours of Power and you have lost every match you have had since your debut. Rumours have also been circulating what Vegeta really doesn’t know what to do with you, care to elaborate? Damon: Well Jenn, Your better than Cole I’ll give you that. All joking aside though, the rumours about me being released from my contract are just hearsay. Tucci: Damon do not take this the wrong way but we don’t know anything about you apart from the fact of the man beside you Dean White is your father. Who is Damon White, you seen like a private person. Damon: Jenn, I’m just a driven individual striving to surpass the expectations of the flamers and spectators. I will prove my point tonight; I may have struggled to get across the first few hurdles but once I get going there is no stopping me. Tucci: Well Damon it’s a big ask to win the hardcore title open match tonight, with Tom Tyco being the man heading the probable bill of superstars. Damon: Tom Tyco, you wanting to win another title it’s a little bit greedy isn’t it? There are people like me and other young and gutsy performers in the back who would do anything for a taste of gold and people like you are preventing us from achieving our first taste of success. Tonight, I hurt anything who dares to ruin my dreams and you are the first on my list. You may have beaten me for my million dollar title shot fair and square, but as you see I’m not a man to just give up and die. Tonight is going to be my night to shine Jenn you can put that in your dear diary fo sho. Dean: Damon is the man of the moment; I just wish his mother was alive to see him win the hardcore championship tonight. Jenn: Well guys it’s been a pleasure chatting to you and it will be interesting to see what happens in the hardcore open. Damon before you go would you like quick drink with me before your match. Damon: Well Miss Tucci, I’d be honoured to. Well dad, the nights young. [Damon and Jenn walk off hand in hand, leaving Dean on his lonesome] Dean: What am I supposed to do! [Black Dragon approaches the uncool father] Dragon: One suggests you play finger roulette with a rusty knife. It always excites me, try listening to Shakespeare on tape also it’s just splendid. Having just one gimmick excites me you see. Dean: That being a depressing weirdo? Dragon: Exactly. [The camera rolls out with Dean nodding to Black Dragon with a poker face] |
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| Kyle The Freak Rieger | May 12 2008, 09:47 PM Post #7 |
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Insanity comes back from commercial the crowd in Mexico is fired up and ready to see what will happen with the fallout from Three Hours of Power. All of a sudden Know Your Enemy by Rage Against The Machine begins to blare and it can only mean one thing. The members of Revolution Inc. begin to emerge from the curtain. The fans loudly boo, after the actions of last night it'd be shocking to see any member get any response other than this. Leading the way is Super Agent Mario Woosey with Allison Reality on his shoulder. He's yakking into his cell phone as always, discussing new deals. Mario: Are you kidding, Hasbro has already offered nearly twice that, with a bigger percentage of gross profits. If you want to make the figures you're going to have to offer more than that. Yeah, allright, well we'll see what we can work out. I need to conduct business elsewhere. *Clicks the phone closed.* Everyone wants a piece of the hottest property in wrestling, and if the price is right we'll bite. Next out is Kalevala, with his body guard Nattie Neithard and his protege Koda. Kalevala's cast has amazingly switched arms yet again, yet he's acting like his leg is in pain. Not a single person believes that he's still injured, yet he continues to act this way. Koda has his tag title across his shoulder and pauses the walk down to the ring to raise it in the air, getting the ire of the fans yet again. His monster tag team partner Hellfire follows behind with his valet Haley. His title is wrapped firmly around his waste and he pauses to make mention of it. Hellfire: More gold comes home, WE SHALL NOT LOSE OUR TITLES ANYTIME SOON. The Luchador Serial comes next, and the mood shifts in the fans. Cheers erupt for The Masked Marvel, but is it a sign of respect because of his heritage, or do the fans genuinely like him? When The Patron Saint comes out the mood sours once more. Casey has the title around her shoulder, Tommy just points to it, and the boos flood the arena. They are not happy with the way he retained the title last night, and are more than happy to let him hear about it. He makes a point to point, yell back, and mock any fans that attempt to break his confidence. He stops in front of the camera and makes a brief statement. Tommy: That stupid nigger, he really didn't think he'd get a chance to get this gold did he. The World Title is meant to be in the hands of a man who is a wrestler, not some ghetto punk. This belt is mine, and will continue to be in the hands of Revolution Inc. FOREVER. That only leaves one man, the boos continue to grow, and the leader of this alliance emerges. The Arena gets as loud as possible, people scream themselves horse with hatred for Kyle Rieger. He has Sarah Death Rey in one arm, in the other is his Three Hours of Power Trophy. He raises it high into the air, showing it off for everyone to see, and they berate him. He laughs it all off, smiles his sick smirk, and walks down to the ring. The Tag champions stand together, proud of their accomplishment last night, and sure of themselves that their titles will remain in their hands. Tommy Dragon and Casey stand in another corner discussing deals with Mario Woosey. Serial ascends to the top rope in his corner, raises his arms, and the cheers continue to come for him. The leader stands in the center of the ring with his girl, gets a mic, and starts to speak. Kyle: Last night, Three Hours of Power, Revolution Inc. CHANGED THE WORLD. Now let me explain something to you all, I'm glad I shocked the Boss, I'm glad he didn't see any of this coming, because it just proved that my faith in stupidity rang true. I'm going to explain everything, don't worry, and I'll take it slow so your feeble Hispanic minds can take it all in. When I left the company in September it wasn't because of Vegeta, it wasn't because of all of you, it was because I needed help. My bipolar disorder had kicked in once again, and I needed to take some time off, and make myself better. I went to therapists, I talked with experts, and I got the best help money can buy. The docs, they explained I wasn't having simple problems, I was having much bigger ones than expected. I've got three personas, three different entities that inhabit this body. The First, The Freak who stands before you right now. A greedy arrogant man, who's corporate skills have made Kyle Rieger rich and wealthy, all these men in the ring rich and wealthy, and has helped eradicate the “Big Names” of this company. Under his watch, Steele has been eliminated, Triple Six has been eliminated, P.Y. eliminated, Piccie Smalls retired, Julio Guererra is gone, and thanks to The Deamon last night Vegeta is crippled. MWHAAHAHAHA. Speaking of The Deamon, that's the second hero that lies in my soul. After we lost Razer for a few months Tommy Dragon and I were talking and he said we needed a new heavy hitter, a man who showed no mercy and would take out anyone. He knew there was only one guy savvy enough to do it, he wanted The Freak back in the ring. I told him no can do, The Freak is done wrestling for a long period of time, but I can let another soul emerge. The Deamon was born. He and I knew, I told Razer because I knew we couldn't mention the idea it might be him under the mask without his approval. Death Rey knew, because I can't say no to my beautiful lady, and I didn't want her to worry or get involved with my double. Yes, my double, Tyler Snow, thanks to my resources this man became the Fake Kyle Rieger, whenever The Deamon and Kyle Rieger needed to be in the same room, it was either him under the mask, or masquerading in a suit. I thank him for all his help. And you fans bought it all, you thought this was some new competitor coming in, taking out talent, and steamrolling his way to this trophy. You must be, without a doubt, the stupidest group of people in the world, you bought everything, you thought it was Razer under the hood, and you believed it all. My god you are marks. The Fans loudly boo, but in the back of their minds they feel a little sad for their own beings, knowing they fell for this the entire time. Kyle: May I finish, please, god you people are worse than infants. But that leaves only two personas, what about the third. Well that is The Cardinal Sin, that you fans created. He's been lingering in me since Steele broke my kneecap. And he is ready to help cleanse the federation of all its wrongs. I know whats best for the company, these men that surround me they know what is best for the company, Mario Woosey knows whats best, and even our lady friends know what is best. You fans don't know a god damn thing, because you helped turn all these men here, into the creations they are today. You pushed Kalevala too far and he got injured, he thankfully had my company to fall back on and doesn't need wrestling anymore. His cousin Koda, you branded him a Freak, you consider him a monster when all he is is a man who does his job well. Hellfire, you fans abandoned him when Tom Tyco did, and he might have stayed abandoned if we didn't get him to believe in himself again. Tommy Dragon theres a big one, he's done everything that this company has asked of him. He's been a clown with that drunkard Piccie Smalls. He joined Vegeta's group to eliminate WAR from this federation. He even allied with his mortal enemy Showtime, and all you fans did is sit on your hands. He was never good enough, he didn't deserve a title shot, and look where he is now, WORLD CHAMPION. Shows how much all of you know. Now I'm proud to offer membership to my opponent from last night Serial. He helped us get the world title in the hands of a man who deserved it. He's hung around us long enough. He nearly pushed me to the limit last night. And You fans may cheer him here in Mexico, but you also believe what Vegeta said of him, “He shouldn't be Intercontinental Champion.” He proved to everybody last night he's earned everything he's gotten in the company. Serial Mario has your contract we just need you to sign. Serial walks up face to face with his potential future boss, he asks for a microphone and gets it. Kyle Rieger looks confused as Serial begins to speak. Serial: Fuck you, I won't sign that. The Arena erupts, Revolution Inc. won't get another member here tonight. They lost out on Kendo, and now they're losing out on Serial. Kyle: Excuse me, after all we did for you, and after the help you gave us. You are refusing, if this is because you lost last night, its a match, there has to be a winner and loser. Serial: I was fine with helping you guys take out Rex Hardaway and PY so Tommy could win. I was happy coming to London and killing innocent people. I would've even been fine helping the Deamon take out Vegeta. But you had to do one thing, you had to take this shit too fucking far. *Serial points to his mask.* This is my MASCARA, in Mexico, this means everything. This mask symbolizes the warriors spirit, the fight that we as men put into Lucha Libre. This mask means more to most of us luchadors than our lives. You had one, and you disgraced it. You removed your own Mascara, you didn't even care. You showed disrespect to me, to mis amigos en Arena Mexico, *The crowd cheers for the cheap pop*, and to all of Lucha Libre. To be honest, what you did to Vegeta disgusted me, that's why I walked out on you. But what you did to tú Mascara, that cannot and will not be forgiven. If you even try to wear that thing in the ring with me, I will show you what The Zodiac is all about, and take it from you after I beat you. In fact, tonight, in this ring, I want The Deamon, so I can get that blemish away from my sport. Serial walks out of the ring holding his mic, leaving to massive cheers when Kyle stops his walk to the back. Kyle: Are you kidding me, I'm not taking you on tonight. You don't deserve another chance at The Deamon, one on one. But since I am a nice man, I'll tell you what I'm gonna do, Tommy and I have been meaning to tag up, debuting The Cardinal Sin, and showing the power of The Sons of Light. If you can find a partner there in the back, who wants to team up with you after the betrayal that you showed this company, we'll take you on. If not, well we'll still take you on in a handicap match and beat some respect into you. Kyle Rieger and Tommy Dragon begin to laugh, pondering who'll step up and team with a company betrayer. Just then “Hood Nigga” is piped in and the crowd gets pumped up. Kyle and Tommy are puzzled, surely its a joke. Kendo should still be cuffed to the guardrail. But the King of The Ghetto emerges from the curtain with his mic. He stands at the top of the rampway and starts to speak. Kendo: Well I herr, som'body's lookin for a partna. Tommy Dragin, man afta that bullshit ya'll pulled last night on me, ya'll think I ain't gonna answer tha call. This nigga'll be happy to take ya out tanite like I couldn't finish up doin las nite. So ya'll out there, ya'll wanna see Tha HOOD NIGGA, and Tha PROTESTED HERO, take dese motha fuckas out tanite. The fans erupt once more, happy to see another former Revolution Inc. associate answer the call. Tommy gets the mic from Kyle Rieger and starts to speak. Tommy: Well Kendo, you couldn't answer the count last night, but you're trying to answer the call tonight. You are dumber than you are ugly. You shouldn't even be allowed to touch this canvas after your loss last night. Kendo: Uh oh, sound like sumbody's Scurred. Tommy: Scared of you, hardly, you want to answer the call, you think you two jabronis can handle The Sons of Light, you'll just be the first two purified. The fans pop once more as the main event of the evening is set up. The only question is will either team be able to work as a cohesive unit. Tommy and Kyle have the next PPV where they will face each other over their head. While the last time Kendo and Serial were in the ring together Serial took the Intercontinental title from Kendo. The fallout from Three Hours of Power has boiled down though into this one match. |
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| Sully | May 13 2008, 12:41 AM Post #8 |
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We return from a commercial and are standing by with Sully. Sully: I have to tell you. It sure is funny that Indystar came out to the ring and acts as if he's the number one contender for the Commonwealth title. I think it's also funny how he's asking Streetz for a title shot. Sully: You see, I'm not through with Streetz. Not by a long shot. I have every intention of enacting my rematch clause and putting that belt back around my pretty little waist. So it's my door that Indystar should be knocking on. |
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| AleXtreme | May 13 2008, 11:07 PM Post #9 |
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After one of the first matches of the evening comes to an end, the camera switches to the backstage, where AleXtreme is standing by a wall. He looks towards the camera and begins to speak. AleXtreme- Well, I feel it’s time to touch base with everyone inquiring my current situation…which I bet is a huge mob of people, right? Anyway, I lost my Three Hours of Power Semi-Final match, big whoop. I was cheated out of that damn match anyway. I’m not pissed at you, though, Kyle. I took my frustrations out on that little maggot, Deadpool last night. Upon hearing AleXtreme’s harsh comment towards his opponent at THoP, they begin to boo the large man, even though he can’t hear it. AleXtreme- Anyway, I feel it’s time to prove how dominant The Thrasher really can be. This month is going to be leading to Summer of Sin, which is what I plan to make it- a very sinful summer. Throughout the course of this month, I’m going to face several champions in non-title matches and annihilate them all. I’m going to show that I’m much better than any champion PWA has to offer. I wan you guys to just sit back and enjoy the entertainment. Thank you for your time. AleXtreme walks off as PWA goes to a commercial break. OOC- Little promo-rusty, Lol. |
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| Streetz | May 14 2008, 11:21 PM Post #10 |
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*Streetz is standing in his locker room, laughing at the mirror with the Commonwealth Strap around his shoulder. Mitchell Cole runs into the locker room and interrupts Streetz laughing maniacally. Streetz quickly turns around to see the pesk in his locker room.* Streetz: Uh, this isn't the ladies restroom. Cole: Streetz! I've got some new developments for you... Streetz: Developments? Cole: Yes, this just in from the backstage- Streetz: Woah woah woah! Do I look like I'm in the mood for anything from the backstage right now? Look at my shoulder, Cole. Don't you see a little extra weight hanging on there? Cole: Well, yeah... Streetz: This gold strap symbolizes my superiority in this company. And that superiority means I can pay attention to developments in the backstage when I damn well please. But tonight, I don't give a damn what anybody says. I'm going to celebrate my title victory the only way I know how; by kicking ass. AleXtreme faced me before and was decimated. Now he'll be destroyed again, but this time I'll be a bit nicer, since I'm feeling in a better mood. Instead of sending him to the hospital, I'll just make him black out for a few moments. Cole: But Indy- Streetz: Indystar? Listen, Cole, this strap means I don't have to give a fuck about Indystar. Cole: But Sul- Streetz: Sully? Really? Sully's old fucking news, Cole. Don't come in here talking to me about these insubordinates. The next time you walk in here, I want you to deliver news on how I've been crowned the best wrestler in this damn business, or how I'm getting the World Title shot. You understand? Now get out of my fucking face before I break your nose in three places. *Streetz pushes Cole out of the locker room.* |
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| Tom Tyco | May 18 2008, 01:08 AM Post #11 |
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"You Know my Name" by Chris Cornell booms throughout the arena. Tom Tyco emerges from the back with a high class suit on that supports a full length black jacket, white polo shirt, and black bow-tie. His pants and dress shoes are a smooth black as well. The Million Dollar Title daintly dangles over his left shoulder and he heads straight for the ring. Suddenly, Tom stops and raises one arm to the air with a clinched fist. An array of pyros go off behind him. They blast off for a minute before stopping. Mr. Tyco takes about five more steps to raises his other arm to the air like the first arm way before. Another slew of pyros light up the stage. The air starts to fill with smoke. Tom drops his arm and finally crawls into the decorated ring. The ring, simplist yet classy, is decorated like this ...![]() Tom stands at the podium at one side of the ring to talk to the audience. The air has by now let up to clearness for the most part, by still remains vague with pure air. Tyco starts his speech. Tom Tyco: I stand before you a champion. It's not exactly the PWA Championship belt, but it has a lot more sentimental value to it. Actually, it has a lot more materialistic value to it as well. A million dollar's worth. The moniker of Million Dollar Champion has belonged to some of the greatest men to ever walk the backstage halls of PWA, such as PWA champions Sgt. Steele, ZJP, Razer, and even PWA Hall of Famer Wrath. But the one person who has defined the Million Dollar Championship the most, and the man whom I had the honor to defeating for this title is Bman. Defeating him for the title that claims him as its legacy is on its on own the feeling of winning a million dollars. This championship has made me the richest man in the PWA - not just physically, but emotionally. I only wish my match with Bman could've lasted longer, but I had to do what I had to do to win. I beat Bman quick and easy. This Millionaire's Club exposition I put on tonight is all about how much it means to me to be the champion of this pretigious belt, and I would like to give Bman the opportunity to face me for the ti - Suddenly, a tall delivery man dolleys a large, tall box is wheeled out onto stage. It contains the design of a massive present. The paper is a chrome silver while a blue ribbon wraps around it top to bottom on all four sides. The peak concludes a golden bow. The delivery man, with a blue polo shirt, light blue jeans, and a chick wooden clipboard shouts "Package for Mr. Tyco! Delivery from the Forums of the Millionaire's Club!" Tom looks puzzled before speaking. Tom Tyco: Sir, excuse me, but you interupted my speech. Was it SO important to cut off my words as to bring me a present? Delivery Man: Well, I was told you need to open it NOW. The fate of your future is contained within this box. Tom Tyco: The fate of my future? Delivery Man: Yes, that's what the card says. It says to interupt you DURING your speech and have you open this box. Tom Tyco: *sigh* Very Well. Tom is quick to jump off stage and rush up to the delivery man and his oversized parcel. The box has got to be at least Seven feet and Two inches. Tom rushes while starring the delivery man in the face. Tom Tyco: This isn't a joke is it? Delivery Man: Only doing my job, sir. Tyco is hesitant to open the box, but reaches to the top to pull the ribbon. Seems as though the bow held a latch to allow a side of the box to drop. As it falls, Tom peers inside as does the rest of the world. He gasps as he see another face stare back at him ... his own! It's a giant mirror! Tom's eyes shift away from his own at at the delivery man whom shrugs his shoulders. He looks back at the mirror, confused as hell, but the confusion is short lived. From behind him, the clipboard whacks him in the back of the head! It sends the Hardcore Legend hurdling into the giant mirror! The delivery man follows him, jabbing him in the kidneys with left and right fists pumping back and forth! Tom musters enough energy to turn toward the giant being, but the delivery man's hands complete consume Tom's skull and pull his hurt body toward the man. The mystery man the throws the Man-Beast forth and into the mirror, shattering the living hell out of it while knocking the box to it's side. The delievery man slowing peels off his fake dark mustache, takes off hat, and pulls off pieces of a touched up rubber mask to reveal himself as Frank Evans! Frank calls for a mic while an official hesitantly brings him one. He speaks. Frank Evans: You see now? This mirror represents your future. It's shattered. When you look into it now, all you'll see is shatter pieces of you staring back. You will never be the same again, and I will be PWA's richest fighter soon enough. Got that straight? Watch your back Tom, you'll need all the help you can get taking down this big bad fighting machine. Frank whips the microphone at Tom's unconscious body and rudely leaves the scene. Tom is left in ruins of a previously pretty neat full body mirror. The scene ends with the camera panning the fallen champion's beat read face. |
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