*The scene opens in a locker room. With days until Ultra Brawl, their is still someone doing a bit of early scouting of the arena. The locker room its self is pretty flash. There is a leather sofa in one corner and a large TV and DVD combo in the back of the room. The bars lights are dimly lit. The locker room is empty of any people however. The camera looks around the room, checking for life signs until the door swings open and in walks "The Commander" T. Waring. He walks in not looking too happy and slings himself into the chair. Waring has a gold tracksuit on, which suggests he might have been doing some fitness training. He places the EUWC European title on the table and begins to rest, muttering to himself out loud*
Waring: Dam, Mcgraw, costing me a match against that buffoon Hawkeye. You wait Garden Boy, you will get what is coming to you. You wait till we meet at Ultra Brawl... huh what?
*Waring notices the camera focusing on him. Startled by this is curses angrily but clams down and begins to speak, this time directly.*
Waring: So, It seems I have a couple of fools trying to think they are Mr. Big around here. They both think that they can take my European title. The same title I have held twice and they still think im just some rookie with a fluke win. Maybe I am a rookie. Yeah, I only been doing Pro Wrestling a year. Look where I am now. Already two title reigns. Is that a fluke? No. You see I am no fluke. I won these matches putting my body on the line. Just like at Ultra Brawl when I get in the ring with the Clown posse and have to fight a woorthless match. What did these two guys do to deserve a title shot at me. Erm....nope, cant think of anything. What they have done is make an enemy of a very powerful man. You see, I wouldnt waste my time fighting these chumps but they have attracted my attention. Backstage attacks, interfereing in my matches. Trying to take the best man out. You see, I am the man at the moment and come Ultra Brawl I will still be the man. I am letting you two have a title shot at me, so I will win the match and my already high popularity will again go up.
*Waring reaches for a book to his left. He shows the cover to the camera and it shows Chambers English Dictionary. He smiles and opens it to a page.*
Waring: You see, At Ultra Brawl me and the guys I face do battle in a TLC match with barbed wire ropes. Let me explain a TLC match to those who dont know what it is. I will use my dictionary to help me. Always nice to have a helping hand eh Hawkeye?
*Waring pauses as he flicks to the page. He puts on some glasses and reads out loud.*
Waring: Chair. Noun. Seat with a back, for one; offical position of authority; person holding this. Very interesting. You see in this case i will use my chair to beat the living $H!* out of my opponents. They will regret meeting me. The chair is like a weapon which can inflict great pain of the person at the recieving end. Be it me or them. I expect to take many chair shots but I will still walk out European champion. I have taken more then a few weak chair shots and been taken out. Chairs are nothing for me to get scared about, least if holding someone who mows lawns for a living. Anyway, whats next. Ah yes.....
Ladder. Noun. Frame of two poles conected by horizontal steps used for climbing; line of stitches that have come undone in tights or stockings. Well, thats interesting because climbing the ladder is exactly what I am gonig to do to win the match. Ladders are wonderful things. THey can be used to aid in top rope moves, used to strike people and used as a crash mat for those landing on them. They are nice things and work wonders if you know what to do with them. Just like me. I have fought many ladder matches in my career. They are some of the most exhausting matches in history. However, like the match at Sizzler I am to top physical shape. I am pumped and ready to take this match to the extreme. Ladders are the most important tools in this match. I asure you that no one will be climbing to get the gold then me. Ladders act as my companion in the match. Along with these guys....
Table. Again a noun. Piece of furnature with a flat top supported by legs. Pretty easy to get; arrangement of infomation in columns. Not sure that will help. For discussion by a meeting. Yeah ok. So basically a table is something you put stuff on. In this case it will be the bodies of the guys I face. Tables are like a ladders brother and together they make a formidable team. Tables are they to be broken and broken they will be. I might take a few rides into tables but Im used to that. All in the name of a good cause. I have been in many table matches and I have grown to take the pain. However, there will always be the sting and that is what will slow me down when I go and win. Sting or no sting, I will still win.
You see, when you add up Chairs, Ladders and Tables you get a pretty brutel match in its own. When you add in the factor of barbed wire ropes, this match goes to another level. You see, many people have been in a barber wire ropes match or been victim to a barbed wire shot. I, however am not one of them. I have never had the feeling of barbed wire in my flesh and come Sunday, I expect I will know what its like. I added them because I know Barbed wire ropes cause pain and they spill blood and that just what I want my opponents to feel. Pain. I want to see the blood pouring from there heads and onto my feet. I want them to beg for forgiveness and which they will recieve non. They got themselfs into my business, nd now im going to make them my business. Two more stepping stones crossed on the path to greatness.
Now, I face two guys at Ultra Brawl. Lt. Hawkeye and T.T Mcgraw. Lets start with my buddy Mcgraw. The guy I beat at Summer Sizzler after everyone esle had been eliminated. Defeated with his own submission hold. I liked that hold. I loved the sound of you screaming to the very move you mastered. Yeah, I seen you use it, and then you lost to it. Also you lost the European title. You felt angry, depressed and ready to challenge. I know exactly how you feel. I would be the same. You want some of the champion and come Mainframe you got some. Yeah, I admit even I was a little surprised you attacked me. You looked to be noticed and you did. You got the rematch you wanted. I bet you didnt expect to be fighting in one of the sickest matches ever divised. I know you will give it your all, in fact I expect you want revenge. However, my friend, you will only fall. Your angry will lead to mistakes and then you will look up at my reaching for my prized title belt. You will feel so hurt when you lose and I will gladly give you a shot. All I can is good luck.
Then, we have my other new buddy. Lt. Hawkeye. The guy who got a fluke victory over me last week on Mainframe. Well done, you keep saying your the better guy, the guy who should be european champion. I say, yeah you should. If you can put your money where your mouth is. You see, all this crap about, I am a cheap skate, I am a fluke. Its getting pretty boring. Yeah, you got a win, but did you do it on your own? No! Can you face me one on one? No! you had to cheap shot me from behind with a golf club. Well, I say bring the golf club to the match. Then I can practise my drive on your head. You see, there is enough weapons to win a war with in this match and I hope that you find one to work. You cant get it done without them so I expect you to walk out as champion. Just one thing is in your way. That is a very angry man. He wants you more then ayone esle. He is me. I would love you to bring your actions, weapons, Rank badges and anything esle. You cant beat me in a straight one on one match. You wont get your chance to prove it at Ultra Brawl but you can still try to back up your smack. You need either illegel weapons to beat me or another guy. Just face it. You cant hack it on your own. I am just too good. I'd love to face you one on one, mano on mano. I'd love to shut you up. Come, Ultra Brawl, I will do just that. You will regret ever meeting me. You, like Mcgraw, will look up to the sky and see me grabbing the belt and you will hurt inside knowing how many peoples time you wasted talking smack to walk back to the locker room after the match with you head held low and thinking ' this guy is better then me'. Thats just what I am. The Best and come Ultra Brawl you will see the best in action and lie in amazement as I beat your a$$ up.
*With that long speech, Waring closes the book and stares into the camera holding the european title as the scene fades to black.
