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(FADE-IN on the backstage entrance to the arena. The door swings open and the big man known as Maelstrom strides into the hallway. You hear the crowd popping hard.)
TONY ROSS (V/O): "Fans, we're back, and it looks as if Maelstrom is as well!"
RICK WISEMAN (V/O): "That's right, it's Maelstrom, getting set for his match tonight against Jon Savage..."
(Suddenly, we see none other than Jon Savage come running up behind Maelstrom and slamming it across the back of the head. The crowd starts to boo and hiss as Maelstrom goes down to one knee groggily.)
TR: "SAVAGE HAS STRUCK!! SAVAGE HAS STRUCK!!!"
(Savage hits him in the head with the chair again, and he falls to the ground. Savage then starts slamming the edge of the chair into Maelstrom's left knee, snarling viciously as he does so.)
RW: "He's going to cripple Maelstrom before their match even starts. Can a one-legged man wrestle?"
TR: "Oh my gosh! What's he doing with the chair?"
(Savage carefully places the chair between the knees of the Pandoran, then steps back and grabs a cinder block from a neatly stacked pile against the far wall. He raises it over his head, an unhealthy gleam in his eye.)
TR: "NO! NO! If he does that, Maelstrom will be out for sure!!!!"
(Savage slowly advances on the fallen Maelstrom, when suddenly, a number of referees and nameless officials in GLCW shirts come running up, crowding around Maelstrom and shouting at Savage. Savage slowly lowers the cinder block to the ground.)
RW: "Aw, man. Carnage interruptous. Savage dropped the cinder block.....but look, Savage is getting a couple of shots in."
(Indeed he is. Savage has muscled past the crowd of officials and proceeds to lay a few kicks in on Maelstrom's knee. The officials throw themselves at him, trying to drive him back, but before they can, he spits down on the fallen wrestler and yells "Come and get me, punk!". The officials finally push him back into a corridor, and he slowly backs down it, a sadistic grin on his face. The camera cuts to a closeup of Maelstrom, teeth gritted in anger and pain, as he clutches at the injured knee. CUT TO: the announcers' table.)
TR: "Well, thanks to that vicious sneak attack, Maelstrom may be out for the night."
RW: "Jon Savage is doing the smart thing here, Tony. Maelstrom has the ability to pretty much destroy any competition, so Savage is simply beating him to the punch."
TR: "Well, I wouldn't count the Pandoran out just yet. He's been through some real wars in this business, and I can guarantee you that if this thing doesn't kill him, it's only going to make him madder."
RW: "Yeah, well, say what you want, but I think Jon Savage is going to have new nickname here in the GLCW...'The Chairman.'"
MATT FALEY: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first -- (CUE UP: "Concrete & Clay" by Jurassic 5.) Weighing in at a combined weight of 400 lbs. even, here are THE HIGH PLAINS DRIFTERS!!"
(The fans give good pop as Kurt Rogers and Dalton Parker come out from the back. Parker is the taller man, dressed in a long black duster jacket and a black cowboy hat. Rogers is shaggier and more built. He's wearing a knit poncho and a cowboy hat as well. The two men play up to the fans well, slapping hands and interacting on their way to the ring. When they climb into the ring, they remove their outer clothing to reveal black tights with thin chaps and black muscle shirts. Rogers, oddly enough, keeps his cowboy hat on.)
T.R.: "The High Plains Drifters are heading into this match with a lot to prove. They're a pretty young tag team, and this is gonna be a crucial matchup for them in their GLCW career."
R.W.: "It's not going to be easy, either, because they're going up against some former tag team champions."
(CUE UP: "Theme to Quake II" by Rob Zombie.)
M.F.: "And their opponents, at a combined weight of 549 lbs and accompanied by Britni Kelley, here is THE MOVEMENT!!"
(The crowd starts booing as the trio emerges onto the ramp. Rocky Wellington is wearing blue trunks, and his boots, kneepads, and elbowpads are blue with white trim. His wrists and two fingers of his right hand are taped up. He peers at the ring intently, almost snidely, really. Shane Rockwell is much bigger, with a massive, musclebound body. He has black tights, boots, elbowpads, kneepads, and fingerless gloves. Everything about him suggests menace towards his opponents. Britni is quite the looker. Her brown hair is tucked underneath a black cowboy hat, and she's wearing an incredibly short leather miniskirt and a small black top that reads "goddess" on the front. The fans hoot and holler at her, and she does make a few suggestive gestures at them, but the wrestlers themselves are focused on the ring alone.)
R.W.: "Wow, will you look at that?"
T.R.: "The Movement on their way down to the ring, and wait! Rocky Wellington and Shane Rockwell just slid under the botton rope and attacked the Drifters! This one's underway!"
R.W.: "All four men are in at once brawling! And Britni's cheering and jumping up and down!"
T.R.: "I think we all are, Rick! Wellington and Rogers are exchanging blows over in the far corner, and Shane Rockwell just clotheslined Parker over the top rope! Parker is out of the ring, and now Rockwell runs over to help his partner!"
R.W.: "Both members of The Movement are working over Kurt Rogers with some really punishing blows. They grab either one of his wrists, whip him into the ropes -- double flapjack by The Movement!"
T.R.: "Dave Powell is finally able to try and restore some order. He's forcing Rocky Wellington out of the ring, and Shane Rockwell is going to stay in for The Movement. He waits for Rogers to get back to his feet, then clotheslines him back down! Rockwell now taking the boots to Rogers, and he makes a quick tag back to Wellington."
R.W.: "Wellington, the man from London, one of the most technically sound wrestlers in the world today. He scoops up Rogers and hits a beautiful shoulderbreaker. He drops an elbow on that shoulder now -- and another! Looks to me like he's trying to take someone apart at the joint."
T.R.: "Wellington now lifts Rogers up by the hair and starts throwing some knees into the face. He whips him into the ropes, catches him on the rebound with a hotshot -- oh, excellent move there! Rockwell put his foot up on the ropes, so Rogers was just slammed face-first into Shane Rockwell's boot!" (slight rumbling from the crowd)
R.W.: "Hey, look up there! Kraven and Flatliner just came out onto the entranceway!"
T.R.: "Kraven and Flatliner are up there watching, but what are they up to? Are they just scouting the other tag teams, or are they looking to get involved?"
R.W.: "It looks like they're just talking...oh well. Maybe they'll jump in after a bit."
T.R.: "Look at this! Britni is on the apron distracting the referee, and Rockwell is taking the opportunity to hold Rogers up while Wellington lays into him with some chops!"
R.W.: "Excellent tag team wrestling there."
T.R.: "Excellent cheating is more like it. Dave Powell has finally torn himself away from Britni and is telling Rockwell to let go. The big guy does, but I don't think it's because he's intimidated by Powell!"
R.W.: "It'd take a pretty big guy to intimidate Rockwell...Wellington now twists Rogers' arm now, and he's really cranking on it. He leads him out into the center of the ring, but Rogers reverses the armbar! Rogers has Wellington right where he wants him now, and he starts hitting him with repeated kicks to the gut!"
T.R.: "Rocker dropper! Rogers just planted Wellington face-first in the ring! He stumbles over now and tags in a fresh Dalton Parker! Parker starts kicking a mudhole in Wellington as he tries to get up. Wellington gets to his knees, and Parker gives him a mule kick to the face for his troubles!"
R.W.: "Britni's up on the apron again, Dave predictably goes right over there to yell at her."
T.R.: "Predictably?"
R.W.: "Hell, I know that's what I'd do, too!"
T.R.: "Britni's got Dave Powell effectively distracted, and Shane Rockwell is taking the opportunity to sneak in. He charges in and clotheslines Dalton Parker down, but Kurt Rogers is going up top -- missle dropkick, right to the chin of Rockwell! All hell is breaking loose!"
R.W.: "All four men are in the ring again, and not even Britni can keep Powell's attention away from that kind of action! Powell is doing everything he can to get the two illegal men out of the ring, but the High Plains Drifters are too busy stomping at The Movement to listen!"
T.R.: "The Movement is trying to get to their feet, but the Drifters aren't letting up an inch! Hip toss by Rogers on Rockwell, and now a hip toss by Parker on Wellington! Rocky Wellington landed right on top of his partner! Both members of The Movement climb back to their feet, but the Drifters floor them again with a double dropkick!"
R.W.: "Wellington rolls to the outside, and Dave Powell talks Rogers to go back to the apron. Dalton Parker lays a few boots to the fallen Shane Rockwell. Rockwell climbs shakily to his feet, blocks a right hand from Parker, kick to the midsection -- no! Parker catches his foot and hits a dragon screw leg whip! Parker pounces right on top of him and locks in a half crab leglock. Rockwell is easily within reach of the ropes but -- oh man! What a display of power! Rockwell, instead of grabbing the ropes to break the hold, just kicked Parker right off of him!"
T.R.: "That's not really a smart move on Rockwell's part, Rick. It would have taken a lot less energy to just reach out a grab the rope."
R.W.: "Yeah, but it's not near as impressive and intimidating."
T.R.: "Both men get on their feet now. Parker with a right hand, but Rockwell responds with one of his own! Another right by Parker, followed by another from Rockwell! And another! And another! A huge haymaker from Shane Rockwell sends Parker straight to the mat!"
R.W.: "Kurt Rogers hits the ring now, but Rockwell floors him with a haymaker as well! Powell immediately throws himself between the two and forces Rogers back towards his corner, but Parker takes the opportunity to sneak up on Rockwell and hit a half nelson slam!"
T.R.: "The Drifters are regaining control of the matchup now, and it looks as if this has caught the interest of Kraven and Flatliner! They're heading down towards ringside!"
R.W.: "Those two aren't the only ones worth noticing! Britni's up on the apron again, and -- (LOUD pop from the crowd) She just took her top off! She's wearing nothing but dental floss!"
T.R.: "That's a bikini top, Rick...a...small bikini top, to be sure, but..."(another loud pop)
R.W.: "She yanked the skirt off too! Check out that thong!"
T.R.: "Britni is baring it all, and this crowd is loving it! And they aren't the only ones! Neither Parker nor Rogers can keep their eyes off her! Dave Powell runs over to the apron to get Britni down -- and Rockwell takes advantage of the distraction by hitting a low blow on Parker!"
R.W.: "Dalton Parker is doubled over in pain! Rockwell grabs him, airplane spin into a Death Valley Driver! The Final Approach! Shane Rockwell just hit his finisher!"
T.R.: "Rockwell with the cover, 1, 2, 3! The Movement wins this one!"
(Britni runs in and hugs Rockwell. Wellington steps into the ring, and Britni raises both their arms while Kurt Rogers runs over and checks on Parker.)
M.F.: "Here are your winners -- THE MOVEMENT!!"
(The crowd boos pretty heavily. Suddenly, Kraven and Flatliner both climb into the ring and head straight for The High Plains Drifters.)
T.R.: "Uh oh, it looks like Kraven and Flatliner have plans for the Drifters!"
R.W.: "Kurt sees them coming, realizes that his partner is in no shape for a fight, and drags Parker out of the ring. Kraven and Flatliner are watching them leave -- and now they're turning towards The Movement!"
(Kraven and Flatliner approach The Movement, staring straight into the eyes of Wellington and Rockwell respectively. Britni wisely ducks behind the men. The four men just eye each other intently for a moment, then Kraven motions to someone outside the ring. He's tossed a mike.)
KRAVEN: "No need to worry boys, just came to watch the match and see what the competition looked like, and to tell you the truth, I don't see any obstacles, no competition whatsoever! Krusher might as well HAND OVER those tag team belts to us and save you bunch of peons the pain and misery of having to confront us! Playtime is over boys, now comes the hard part!"
"
R.W.: "Here comes the fight!"
T.R.: "No! Kraven just drops the mike, and he and Flatliner just leave the ring and head for the back! Maybe this was a warning to The Movement."
R.W.: "It seemed like a warning to everyone if you ask me! GLCW tag teams better watch out, because Kraven and Flatliner seem to mean business!"
(CUT TO: Lady V standing backstage with Jon Savage and Lyla. The crowd boos loudly at the sight of them.)
LADY VERONICA: "Jon Savage with your last two matches ending in losses, how can you justify your actions earlier tonight, punishing Maelstrom with that chair for mistakes your other opponents made....or didn't?"
JON SAVAGE: (glares at Lady V) "What do you mean didn't???"
LYLA: "Yeah, what do you mean "'didn't?'"
LADY V: "Well, guys, it seems that....."
J.S.: (stops Lady V) "Don't say it, Lady V. My last two opponents got a victory over me because they CHEATED! Both Redemption and Brett Irvine broke the rules....blatently broke the rules....and won because of it. It's clearly a conspiracy by GLCW promoters to make sure I loose. It's guaranteed. But tonight, with Lyla by my side, I will be VICTORIOUS! I should be in the finals of the GLCW title tournament but Redemption bent the rules and the crooked officials here looked the other way....."
(Crowd is heard booing Savage as Lyla shakes her head in agreement)
J.S.: "And then "The Future" Brett Irvine (big pop).....well the only way he could beat me is to throw the rulebook out."
(Crowd is heard booing Savage as Lyla again shakes her head in agreement)
J.S.: "Then GLCW wants to put me in the ring with another RULEBREAKER! I made sure he knows just what will become of him if he tries any illegal tactics on me. Malestorm, Mal Strom, or whatever his name is. Well, Lyla, what can we call him?"
LYLA: (shouts) "Defeated! He'll never even make it to the ring! (Eyes Lady V) What hooker did you steal those clothes from?"
(Crowd is heard booing and hissing at Lyla's latest comment as Lady V stands there shocked).
J.S.: "Can't be any of the hookers we saw coming in here cause the 70's are over. Let's go....."
(Savage and Lyla snicker and leave. Lady V watches them for a moment, a look of shock and disgust on her face, then mouths a the word "b*tch". Fade to commercial.)
TONY ROSS (V/O): "Fans, we're back, and it looks as if Maelstrom is as well!"
RICK WISEMAN (V/O): "That's right, it's Maelstrom, getting set for his match tonight against Jon Savage..."
(Suddenly, we see none other than Jon Savage come running up behind Maelstrom and slamming it across the back of the head. The crowd starts to boo and hiss as Maelstrom goes down to one knee groggily.)
TR: "SAVAGE HAS STRUCK!! SAVAGE HAS STRUCK!!!"
(Savage hits him in the head with the chair again, and he falls to the ground. Savage then starts slamming the edge of the chair into Maelstrom's left knee, snarling viciously as he does so.)
RW: "He's going to cripple Maelstrom before their match even starts. Can a one-legged man wrestle?"
TR: "Oh my gosh! What's he doing with the chair?"
(Savage carefully places the chair between the knees of the Pandoran, then steps back and grabs a cinder block from a neatly stacked pile against the far wall. He raises it over his head, an unhealthy gleam in his eye.)
TR: "NO! NO! If he does that, Maelstrom will be out for sure!!!!"
(Savage slowly advances on the fallen Maelstrom, when suddenly, a number of referees and nameless officials in GLCW shirts come running up, crowding around Maelstrom and shouting at Savage. Savage slowly lowers the cinder block to the ground.)
RW: "Aw, man. Carnage interruptous. Savage dropped the cinder block.....but look, Savage is getting a couple of shots in."
(Indeed he is. Savage has muscled past the crowd of officials and proceeds to lay a few kicks in on Maelstrom's knee. The officials throw themselves at him, trying to drive him back, but before they can, he spits down on the fallen wrestler and yells "Come and get me, punk!". The officials finally push him back into a corridor, and he slowly backs down it, a sadistic grin on his face. The camera cuts to a closeup of Maelstrom, teeth gritted in anger and pain, as he clutches at the injured knee. CUT TO: the announcers' table.)
TR: "Well, thanks to that vicious sneak attack, Maelstrom may be out for the night."
RW: "Jon Savage is doing the smart thing here, Tony. Maelstrom has the ability to pretty much destroy any competition, so Savage is simply beating him to the punch."
TR: "Well, I wouldn't count the Pandoran out just yet. He's been through some real wars in this business, and I can guarantee you that if this thing doesn't kill him, it's only going to make him madder."
RW: "Yeah, well, say what you want, but I think Jon Savage is going to have new nickname here in the GLCW...'The Chairman.'"
MATT FALEY: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first -- (CUE UP: "Concrete & Clay" by Jurassic 5.) Weighing in at a combined weight of 400 lbs. even, here are THE HIGH PLAINS DRIFTERS!!"
(The fans give good pop as Kurt Rogers and Dalton Parker come out from the back. Parker is the taller man, dressed in a long black duster jacket and a black cowboy hat. Rogers is shaggier and more built. He's wearing a knit poncho and a cowboy hat as well. The two men play up to the fans well, slapping hands and interacting on their way to the ring. When they climb into the ring, they remove their outer clothing to reveal black tights with thin chaps and black muscle shirts. Rogers, oddly enough, keeps his cowboy hat on.)
T.R.: "The High Plains Drifters are heading into this match with a lot to prove. They're a pretty young tag team, and this is gonna be a crucial matchup for them in their GLCW career."
R.W.: "It's not going to be easy, either, because they're going up against some former tag team champions."
(CUE UP: "Theme to Quake II" by Rob Zombie.)
M.F.: "And their opponents, at a combined weight of 549 lbs and accompanied by Britni Kelley, here is THE MOVEMENT!!"
(The crowd starts booing as the trio emerges onto the ramp. Rocky Wellington is wearing blue trunks, and his boots, kneepads, and elbowpads are blue with white trim. His wrists and two fingers of his right hand are taped up. He peers at the ring intently, almost snidely, really. Shane Rockwell is much bigger, with a massive, musclebound body. He has black tights, boots, elbowpads, kneepads, and fingerless gloves. Everything about him suggests menace towards his opponents. Britni is quite the looker. Her brown hair is tucked underneath a black cowboy hat, and she's wearing an incredibly short leather miniskirt and a small black top that reads "goddess" on the front. The fans hoot and holler at her, and she does make a few suggestive gestures at them, but the wrestlers themselves are focused on the ring alone.)
R.W.: "Wow, will you look at that?"
T.R.: "The Movement on their way down to the ring, and wait! Rocky Wellington and Shane Rockwell just slid under the botton rope and attacked the Drifters! This one's underway!"
R.W.: "All four men are in at once brawling! And Britni's cheering and jumping up and down!"
T.R.: "I think we all are, Rick! Wellington and Rogers are exchanging blows over in the far corner, and Shane Rockwell just clotheslined Parker over the top rope! Parker is out of the ring, and now Rockwell runs over to help his partner!"
R.W.: "Both members of The Movement are working over Kurt Rogers with some really punishing blows. They grab either one of his wrists, whip him into the ropes -- double flapjack by The Movement!"
T.R.: "Dave Powell is finally able to try and restore some order. He's forcing Rocky Wellington out of the ring, and Shane Rockwell is going to stay in for The Movement. He waits for Rogers to get back to his feet, then clotheslines him back down! Rockwell now taking the boots to Rogers, and he makes a quick tag back to Wellington."
R.W.: "Wellington, the man from London, one of the most technically sound wrestlers in the world today. He scoops up Rogers and hits a beautiful shoulderbreaker. He drops an elbow on that shoulder now -- and another! Looks to me like he's trying to take someone apart at the joint."
T.R.: "Wellington now lifts Rogers up by the hair and starts throwing some knees into the face. He whips him into the ropes, catches him on the rebound with a hotshot -- oh, excellent move there! Rockwell put his foot up on the ropes, so Rogers was just slammed face-first into Shane Rockwell's boot!" (slight rumbling from the crowd)
R.W.: "Hey, look up there! Kraven and Flatliner just came out onto the entranceway!"
T.R.: "Kraven and Flatliner are up there watching, but what are they up to? Are they just scouting the other tag teams, or are they looking to get involved?"
R.W.: "It looks like they're just talking...oh well. Maybe they'll jump in after a bit."
T.R.: "Look at this! Britni is on the apron distracting the referee, and Rockwell is taking the opportunity to hold Rogers up while Wellington lays into him with some chops!"
R.W.: "Excellent tag team wrestling there."
T.R.: "Excellent cheating is more like it. Dave Powell has finally torn himself away from Britni and is telling Rockwell to let go. The big guy does, but I don't think it's because he's intimidated by Powell!"
R.W.: "It'd take a pretty big guy to intimidate Rockwell...Wellington now twists Rogers' arm now, and he's really cranking on it. He leads him out into the center of the ring, but Rogers reverses the armbar! Rogers has Wellington right where he wants him now, and he starts hitting him with repeated kicks to the gut!"
T.R.: "Rocker dropper! Rogers just planted Wellington face-first in the ring! He stumbles over now and tags in a fresh Dalton Parker! Parker starts kicking a mudhole in Wellington as he tries to get up. Wellington gets to his knees, and Parker gives him a mule kick to the face for his troubles!"
R.W.: "Britni's up on the apron again, Dave predictably goes right over there to yell at her."
T.R.: "Predictably?"
R.W.: "Hell, I know that's what I'd do, too!"
T.R.: "Britni's got Dave Powell effectively distracted, and Shane Rockwell is taking the opportunity to sneak in. He charges in and clotheslines Dalton Parker down, but Kurt Rogers is going up top -- missle dropkick, right to the chin of Rockwell! All hell is breaking loose!"
R.W.: "All four men are in the ring again, and not even Britni can keep Powell's attention away from that kind of action! Powell is doing everything he can to get the two illegal men out of the ring, but the High Plains Drifters are too busy stomping at The Movement to listen!"
T.R.: "The Movement is trying to get to their feet, but the Drifters aren't letting up an inch! Hip toss by Rogers on Rockwell, and now a hip toss by Parker on Wellington! Rocky Wellington landed right on top of his partner! Both members of The Movement climb back to their feet, but the Drifters floor them again with a double dropkick!"
R.W.: "Wellington rolls to the outside, and Dave Powell talks Rogers to go back to the apron. Dalton Parker lays a few boots to the fallen Shane Rockwell. Rockwell climbs shakily to his feet, blocks a right hand from Parker, kick to the midsection -- no! Parker catches his foot and hits a dragon screw leg whip! Parker pounces right on top of him and locks in a half crab leglock. Rockwell is easily within reach of the ropes but -- oh man! What a display of power! Rockwell, instead of grabbing the ropes to break the hold, just kicked Parker right off of him!"
T.R.: "That's not really a smart move on Rockwell's part, Rick. It would have taken a lot less energy to just reach out a grab the rope."
R.W.: "Yeah, but it's not near as impressive and intimidating."
T.R.: "Both men get on their feet now. Parker with a right hand, but Rockwell responds with one of his own! Another right by Parker, followed by another from Rockwell! And another! And another! A huge haymaker from Shane Rockwell sends Parker straight to the mat!"
R.W.: "Kurt Rogers hits the ring now, but Rockwell floors him with a haymaker as well! Powell immediately throws himself between the two and forces Rogers back towards his corner, but Parker takes the opportunity to sneak up on Rockwell and hit a half nelson slam!"
T.R.: "The Drifters are regaining control of the matchup now, and it looks as if this has caught the interest of Kraven and Flatliner! They're heading down towards ringside!"
R.W.: "Those two aren't the only ones worth noticing! Britni's up on the apron again, and -- (LOUD pop from the crowd) She just took her top off! She's wearing nothing but dental floss!"
T.R.: "That's a bikini top, Rick...a...small bikini top, to be sure, but..."(another loud pop)
R.W.: "She yanked the skirt off too! Check out that thong!"
T.R.: "Britni is baring it all, and this crowd is loving it! And they aren't the only ones! Neither Parker nor Rogers can keep their eyes off her! Dave Powell runs over to the apron to get Britni down -- and Rockwell takes advantage of the distraction by hitting a low blow on Parker!"
R.W.: "Dalton Parker is doubled over in pain! Rockwell grabs him, airplane spin into a Death Valley Driver! The Final Approach! Shane Rockwell just hit his finisher!"
T.R.: "Rockwell with the cover, 1, 2, 3! The Movement wins this one!"
(Britni runs in and hugs Rockwell. Wellington steps into the ring, and Britni raises both their arms while Kurt Rogers runs over and checks on Parker.)
M.F.: "Here are your winners -- THE MOVEMENT!!"
(The crowd boos pretty heavily. Suddenly, Kraven and Flatliner both climb into the ring and head straight for The High Plains Drifters.)
T.R.: "Uh oh, it looks like Kraven and Flatliner have plans for the Drifters!"
R.W.: "Kurt sees them coming, realizes that his partner is in no shape for a fight, and drags Parker out of the ring. Kraven and Flatliner are watching them leave -- and now they're turning towards The Movement!"
(Kraven and Flatliner approach The Movement, staring straight into the eyes of Wellington and Rockwell respectively. Britni wisely ducks behind the men. The four men just eye each other intently for a moment, then Kraven motions to someone outside the ring. He's tossed a mike.)
KRAVEN: "No need to worry boys, just came to watch the match and see what the competition looked like, and to tell you the truth, I don't see any obstacles, no competition whatsoever! Krusher might as well HAND OVER those tag team belts to us and save you bunch of peons the pain and misery of having to confront us! Playtime is over boys, now comes the hard part!"
"
R.W.: "Here comes the fight!"
T.R.: "No! Kraven just drops the mike, and he and Flatliner just leave the ring and head for the back! Maybe this was a warning to The Movement."
R.W.: "It seemed like a warning to everyone if you ask me! GLCW tag teams better watch out, because Kraven and Flatliner seem to mean business!"
(CUT TO: Lady V standing backstage with Jon Savage and Lyla. The crowd boos loudly at the sight of them.)
LADY VERONICA: "Jon Savage with your last two matches ending in losses, how can you justify your actions earlier tonight, punishing Maelstrom with that chair for mistakes your other opponents made....or didn't?"
JON SAVAGE: (glares at Lady V) "What do you mean didn't???"
LYLA: "Yeah, what do you mean "'didn't?'"
LADY V: "Well, guys, it seems that....."
J.S.: (stops Lady V) "Don't say it, Lady V. My last two opponents got a victory over me because they CHEATED! Both Redemption and Brett Irvine broke the rules....blatently broke the rules....and won because of it. It's clearly a conspiracy by GLCW promoters to make sure I loose. It's guaranteed. But tonight, with Lyla by my side, I will be VICTORIOUS! I should be in the finals of the GLCW title tournament but Redemption bent the rules and the crooked officials here looked the other way....."
(Crowd is heard booing Savage as Lyla shakes her head in agreement)
J.S.: "And then "The Future" Brett Irvine (big pop).....well the only way he could beat me is to throw the rulebook out."
(Crowd is heard booing Savage as Lyla again shakes her head in agreement)
J.S.: "Then GLCW wants to put me in the ring with another RULEBREAKER! I made sure he knows just what will become of him if he tries any illegal tactics on me. Malestorm, Mal Strom, or whatever his name is. Well, Lyla, what can we call him?"
LYLA: (shouts) "Defeated! He'll never even make it to the ring! (Eyes Lady V) What hooker did you steal those clothes from?"
(Crowd is heard booing and hissing at Lyla's latest comment as Lady V stands there shocked).
J.S.: "Can't be any of the hookers we saw coming in here cause the 70's are over. Let's go....."
(Savage and Lyla snicker and leave. Lady V watches them for a moment, a look of shock and disgust on her face, then mouths a the word "b*tch". Fade to commercial.)