Finish "Trivia" segments
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Aho/Hornet
DudicalY2K: Stanley/Hornet... Teri costs Stanley the match, despite Hornet being mad.
DudicalY2K: Which brings us to Hornet/Aho. Teri comes out to win... but Stanley rushes out to prevent her from doing that.
CSEnf99: Right
CSEnf99: *Then* she fakes labor?
DudicalY2K: In the process, Stanley accidentally shoves Teri down and she starts faking labor. Stanley is of course beside himself. Hornet watches this, gets rolled up.
DudicalY2K: As Hornet gets rolled up... Merrit starts to McMahon strut to the area... Hornet rushes over to Stanley/Teri and then Teri gets up laughing at them... and Merrit reveals what's really happened.
DudicalY2K: Aho kicks Hornet in the stomach, hits The Agony.
Intros
In many respects Thomas was a strong man. Physically he couldn’t lift
his own weight, but mentally he often moved mountains. Yet as strong as he was,
he wasn’t prepared for the drop.
The drop is every bit as dramatic as it sounds. For five thousands
dollars he bought a ticket on a replica version of the titanic. The tag line,
catchy if not tasteless, caught him hook, line, and sinker. “Retrace and win
back history.” For five thousands dollars he’d put the ghosts of the
original failures and take them safely to the other side. It’s where they
should have been eighty years ago, and the thought of finally taking them there
put an extra foot in his step.
Titanic version 2.0 made history. Sadly, Thomas’ money couldn’t see
to it that he made the complete journey. The ship was strong, and fearless as it
carved through the memories and delivered it’s patrons home. Stephen’s best
friend however, was mad and cruel.
They searched for days, until the party was called off, a logical
decision in the event of a man’s death. There was to be a funeral and
surprisingly a dedication of the breaking of a new ground, adjacent to
Merritt’s offices. The economy quickly took a turn for the worse, and
A co-founder of the CSWA was assumed dead. Thanks to the drop, Thomas was
lost on a deserted island, for all practical purposes he was quite dead.
It’s been three years, but today a man and a midget have decided to
rewrite history.
(CUTTO: Outside the Merritt Auditorium. There's two men standing by the 'back door' of the arena, where two men are standing, smoking cigarettes.
One is very passive, with a backwards baseball cap on, a worn overcoat, and sweatpants-shorts. He's got a beard and fairly long hair, and looks a tad chubby.
The other is wearing a knit "CSWA" cap, has much longer hair than the other, and is dressed in baggy jeans, a "King of the Slackers" T-shirt, and an orange jersey. He starts to dance, singing a song all the while.
"Flair, Troy, Flair, Troy.
Eddy Eddy Love, Mikey/Wolf the Randalls.
English Gent, Hornet's Kid, Miss-Hoo-Ters.
No, GUNS, No More Whining.
King Of Cool, Triple L, Triple L, If That Is, His Real Name.
Top Con-ten-der's-Match
Triple X and Wicked Sight
Southern gonna win? Adler gon' win.
Powers-Aho- For- the- Belt- And...."
(A pair of young kids come up to the two, looking around to make sure there's nobody watching.)
"Yo, Jay.... can we get a pair of tix?"
(The skinnier one looks back at the chubby one, then back at the pair of kids.)
JAY: "Fifty bucks, little man, put that cash in my hand. If that money doesn't show then ya owe me-owe me- owe.
(The kids look at him as he begins to do another little dance.)
JAY: "O-E-O-E-O, Anniversary. O-E-O-E-O, Jungle Love."
FADE
(CUTTO: The CS Enterprises office buildings, specifically, Merritt's private office. Three hours to showtime.
Merritt is sitting at his mahogany desk. Someone is in the high-backed guest chair on the other side of the desk, their entire body concealed by the back.)
CM: While it's good to see you here again, you do understand what a difficult position this whole scenario puts me in, don't you?
???: I do, and believe it or not, I am sorry. But you know what happened, and you know that I wasn't exactly in the best position at the time. Especially considering what's happening now, I think it's time to make it official.
CM: That's all well and good, but it doesn't make much sense to do it tonight. You know what match he's in, and you know that I can't allow you at ringside for it.
???: I'm not here for him, don't worry.
CM: I'm afraid I also have to bar you from going anywhere near 'you know who' as well. This is an important show for the CSWA's future, and while I can't think of anything better right now than to renew your old contract, I've gotta look at the big picture as well.
???: Don't worry, Chad. I'm the level-headed one, remember? Besides, I'm not here for either one of them.
CM: Level-headed? You? I'll believe it when I see it.
???: If you hand me that contract for my John Hancock, I guarantee you that you'll see it tonight.
(Merritt slides a piece of paper across his desk, along with a pen. It's returned to him along with a CD-R.)
CM: What's this?
???: New music. I'd have given it to Marvin but I think you remodeled this place since the last time I was here.
CM (With a chuckle): No problem, I'll get this to the right people.
(The figure gets up and walks toward the door.)
CM: By the way?
???: Yeah?
CM: Welcome home.
(The doors close. Merritt looks at the CD in his hands, and begins to chuckle again.)
(FADE)