DT: Up next on Aggression 36, "The Dark Phenom" Nakita Dahaka set to take on the man formally known as Simply Beautiful, Mister "Simply Wrestling" himself, Andrew Rossi.
MN: Hey to me and the EPW, he will always SB.
DT: Right, and on that note, lets go down to the ring Tony Fedora in the center ready to announce the start of this next match.
[Cut to: Tony Fedora standing in the center with a microphone in his hand.]
TF: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...
[Music queue up: "Stone Cold Crazy" by Metallica as SB himself, "Simply Wrestling" Andrew Rossi makes his way from behind the black curtain and onto the EPW stage to a nice little mix of cheers and boos, as he does have a few fans in the audience showing some love for SB. Naturally, he ignores the crowd as he is "in the zone" and focused as he walks down the aisle with determination and purpose in his step.]
TF: Making his way down to the ring. Hailing from Staten Island, New York. Standing at 6'1, and weighing in at 235 lbs. HE IS SSSS…..BBBBBB!!!!!!!!!
DT: SB walking with focus, determination, and purpose in his steps. He truly looks like a man that is putting his past animosity with EPW pro wrestling legend, Dan Ryan behind him.
MN: Only because he has to.
DM: At least it shows that Dan Ryan left him with enough brain cells to conduct a shred of common sense because I think that The Ego Buster would love to take him out again just for the hell of it.
[Rossi slides into the ring and paces around the ring stretching himself out on the ropes patiently awaiting for his opponent. "Stone Cold Crazy" slowly fades out.]
TF: And his opponent...
[The lights go completely out. Only to be replaced with red lighting illuminating the arena, and blacklights all over the stage and entrance. Music que up: the beginning intro rifts and beats of "Gently" by Slipknot. The video screen ques up a nicely prepared video montage of Nakita Dahaka executing numerous high flying innovative moves on several known and unknown opponents that flow in sync with the intro and song. A thick cold fog rolls into the arena from the stage and down the ramp. A lone spotlight hovers directly over one single spot on the stage floor. A
ring of fire surrounds the trapdoor. The trapdoor opens and raises up onto the stage Nakita Dahaka along side
Nakita cracks her knuckles as she mentally prepares to walk down the ramp toward the ring keeping full focus on the tasks at hand. The lone spotlight dangles directly over her head and follows her wherever she goes. Nakita leaves the stage and walk down the aisle toward the ring ignoring the whatever cheers and jeers coming from the arena crowd.]
TF: Making her way to the ring. Hailing from Phoenix, Arizona. Standing at 6'4. Weighing in at 185 lbs. SHE IS "THE DARK PHENOM" NAKITA DAHAKA
MN: Man, she's one sexy, fine...ass thang...I'D HIT DAT!
DM: Let me guess, you've been hanging around Ice Tre haven't you?
MN: Yeah, I've got street cred...go me, I rule!
DT: Yeah right, anyway if anything we should be scared of Nakita because although she is beautiful, she is also quite skilled in the ring, and this should be an intense, competitive contest.
[Nakita arrives at ringside, walks up the ringsteps, across the ring apron, then steps between the ropes into the ring. Nakita takes a knee in the center of the ring. The spotlight hovers directly over her head coming to a complete stop. Nakita's slides leather trench coat and hands it off to the time keeper at ringside.The main arena lights come back on as "Gently" slowly fades out. Nakita brushes her long naturally fire-red hair red hair out of her face as she stares green-eyed laser beams into SB clear across the ring. Rossi returns the stare down with a look that would kill another man.]
[Both competitors are in the ring pacing around the ring in a calm, methodical, circle. Fedora steps out of the ring and takes his place near the time keeper table. The bell sounds for the start of the match.]
DING...DING...DING...
DT: And here we go...
[Nakita Dahaka and SB charge into the center and lock up a textbook collar and elbow tie-up.]
DT: Nakita actually has a distinct height and reach advantage over SB but He outweighs Dahaka by almost 40 pounds, but interesting enough both of their in-ring styles are somewhat similar.
MN: Nakita might rely a little more on the aerial attacks as SB is more of a ground and pound, ware'em down technician.
[SB, uses his strength advantage and hurls The Dark Phenom with a push attack that sends her doing a backward roll. She rolls onto her hands and knees. Her green eyes peer through her strands of long red hair that have fallen down over her face. Nakita takes her hand and brushes her hair out of her face then slams her first into the mat and bounce herself up to her feet. The crowd pops as SB motions for Dahaka with two fingers to come at him again. The Dark Phenom responds with a rye smile.]
DT: I think that SB was showing off a bit with a little power play action over Nakita Dahaka in the very early minute of this match. He's showing that he has some power over her.
[Nakita moves into the center once more, this time she is actually calling for a test of strength with one hand in the air. Smug and confident, SB accepts and grasp onto Nakita hand, but just as he is about to lock on with the other hand, Nakita takes the initiative and immediately nails SB with a front dropkick right into his knees sending SB to land face first right on the canvas. Nakita immediately capitalizes by keeping a hold of SB's arm and locking on a arm bar cranking back on his arm.]
DT: Nakita Dahaka, faking a test of strength and then keeps the arm and hits a front dropkick right into SB's knees, and now she has him on the mat with an arm bar. SB is in a lot of pain at this present moment.
DM: But its still too early to take SB out.
[SB manages to wiggle out from off of his stomach and begin to get back up to a vertical base. To fully break free of the arm bar and away from Nakita, he is able to get himself into position to where he begins landing several back elbows right into the stomach of Dahaka. SB shakes off the arm bar and then Irish whips Nakita into the ropes, on the return, Nakita is nailed and turns end over end with a huge, nasty, very stiff, flying lariat from Ross that nearly takes her head off. She lands flat on her back as SB is clearly in control now.]
MN: Somebody check to see if Nakita's head is still attached to her body after that one.
DT: It looks like SB didn't like that front dropkick right into his knees earlier and felt that he needed to follow up with that hard lariat right into Nakita coming off of the ropes and now it looks like SB is in firm control of this match and she is completely at his mercy.
[SB goes for a cover and hooks the leg on Nakita as the referee drops down to make the first pin attempt of the match]
ONE...
TWO...
KICK OUT...
[As Nakita gets the shoulder up. SB waste no time as he goes to work on Dahaka's head and neck area locking on a camel clutch and wrenching the pressure on The Dark Phenom. The ref checks to see if she wants to submit and she shakes her head "NO" emphatically. After some time of holding Nakita in the move, SB turns loose of her feeling that he needs another approach to further weaken the "Green-Eyed Devil". SB picks Nakita up off of the canvas by her red hair and Irish Whips her into the ropes. On the return, he bends down and attempts to hit a back body drop but she leap frogs over his head and runs towards the opposite end of the ring. Then Nakita springboard jumps up onto the ropes, flipping backwards, and actually nails a Pey Ley kick landing on target right on the top of SB's head. Both competitors lay on the mat as the ref begins to count.]
ONE...
TWO...
DM: Hey, this ain't soccer, just who does she think she is?
MN: Ah, Pey Ley, except much hotter?
THREE...
FOUR...
DT: Either way it totally worked, as Nakita Dahaka came to, leap frogged over SB, to the other side of the ring, springboard jumped off the ropes and hit a picture perfect, poetry-in-motion, pey ley kick right on target and now the ref is counting and if neither one can't get up this match is all over.
FIVE...
[The crowd is rallying trying to get both competitors to get up and continue as the ref counts.]
SIX...
[Both SB and Nakita begin to stir back up to their feet.]|
SEVEN...
[Their starting to make their way up to their feet.]
EIGHT...
[Finally they have both made to a vertical base. The referee sees that they are set to continue and waves his hands to break it off and to continue on. Nakita looks really pissed off at SB and vice versa.]
MN: Man she is pissed, and is it just me or are any of you strangely aroused by Nakita when she's enraged?
DM: No, I think it's just you.
DT: Very much.
[Nakita Dahaka, doubles up her fist, and WHAAAAAAAAAAMMMMM]
DT: Nakita just nailed SB right in the chest with an old school heart punch right in the sternum.
[SB doesn't fall down, but instead he stumbles back gripping his chest gasping for a breath. Nakita waste no time and grabs his head and runs for the nearest turnbuckle.]
DT: It looks like Nakita is wasting no time and wants to put this one away once and for all, it looks like she is trying to hit her signature finisher, The Dragon Snap.
MN: Go you sexy siren you. You can do it!
[Nakita runs up the turnbuckle like stairs to the very top while still holding SB's head, immediately flipping off backwards in a full 180 degree backwards flip, but while she is in mid air. SB, comes to, and in mid move counters The Dragon Snap before she can touch down, and locks a hold of Nakita's head, and follows up by turning the move into brain buster/power slam/jack hammer counter as Nakita bounces off of the mat with almost all 235 lbs of Andrew Rossi landing right on top of her. He hooks the leg as the ref goes for the count.]
ONE...
TWO...
THRE...
NO....
[Nakita was close to the ropes and her instincts told her to put her foot on the rope which proved most wise as the ref stopped the count. SB can't believe that what he saw as he thought that he had her beat with that totally awesome counter. He actually stands up and gets in the refs face and argue with the fact that it was a three count and not a two, but the ref stands by his ruling. All the while Nakita slowly begins to stir as she makes it to the ropes and uses them to help pull herself up.]
DT: SB really does believe that he had the three count on Nakita after that beautiful counter into a brain buster power slam but Nakita put her feet on the rope.
MN: I think that this match is really getting to SB because he's giving Nakita time to recover. She's already made it to the ropes and is starting to pull herself back up to her feet.
DM: Man, SB, turn your ass around.
[SB sees Nakita making her way back up to her feet. He pushes the ref out of the way and rushes over to attack Nakita, but she catches him out of the corner of her eye and when he attacks, she low bridges the rope causing him to topple over the rope to the outside. Nakita shakes the remaining cobwebs out of her head then grabs the top ropes and springboard leaps over the rope right down on top of SB with a graceful suicide dive to the outside. As SB and Dahaka lay motionless on the outside, The referee begins his ten count.]
ONE...
TWO...
[SB and Dahaka rise to their feet.]
THREE...
FOUR...
[They look up at each other and all of a suddenly everything becomes a blur for them. They forget about the match and they have totally locked onto each other. Nakita pounces right down on top of SB and taking them both down on the mat. They begin trading stiff, nasty hard rights right into each other.]
FIVE...
DM: What the hell are they doing? They need to get back in the ring and finish this match before they get counted out.
MN: I think that it's safe to say that their throwing the match out the window here because they just straight up want blood.
[With each stiff punch that Nakita and SB have landed, both have actually caused the other to bleed. Nakita is bleeding from her forehead, and SB is bleeding from his nose and the side of his face but still they continue to brawl.]
DT: They both managed to bust each other open.
SIX...
SEVEN...
DT: The fans are actually cheering on both of them and want them to get back in the ring and finish this match, but I don't think that neither Dahaka nor SB is listening.
MN: To them or the ref.
[SB finally manages to get the upper hand on Nakita and struggles to fight out of the brawl where he begins making his way back to the ring to break the ref's count and if he's lucky come away with a win.]
EIGHT
DM: Go SB, get back in the ring, you can do it.
[But before SB can slide back in, Nakita Dahaka has reach up and has wrapped herself completely around his leg like a snake. Both competitors bleeding. SB tries to shake her off but The Dark Phenom will not budge.]
MN: I don't believe it, Nakita Dahaka is actually keeping SB from entering back into the ring.
NINE...
[SB does everything he can to kick Nakita off and finally does but just as he is can get fully back into the ring, the referee sounds off for the tenth and final time.]
TEN...
DING...DING...DING...
[The referee informs Fedora the decision.]
TF: This match is ruled a no contest due to a DOUBLE COUNT OUT!
[SB runs up to the referee and gets in his face ordering him to restart the match, but the referee once again stands his ground and will not budge on the ruling. The Charlotte, North Carolina crowd inside the arena are booing in accordance with SB trying to get them to finish the match, but the ruling still stands. The crowd boo and start chanting at the ref.]
CROWD: THIS IS BULL S***! THIS IS BULL S***! THIS IS BULL S***!
CROWD: LET THEM FINISH [clap clap clap clap clap] LET THEM FINISH [clap clap clap clap clap]
DT: SB isn't the only one who doesn't like the ruling as these fans right here in Charlotte, North Carolina are demanding an immediate restart of this match.
MN: Say, where's Nakita?
[While SB is arguing with the referee, Nakita Dahaka has reached underneath the ring and taken something out from underneath the ring and slide into the ring with it. Nakita prepares a couple of wind-up swings with the steel chair to get SB's attention. When he turns around...
CRRRRRRAAAAAAAXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
DT: Nakita Dahaka just blasted Andrew Rossi right in the face with that steel chair.
MN: SB's out cold. Nakita should take up self portraits because that dent is spot on with SB is picture perfect. That chair completely dented, imprinted with his face on it.
[While SB is down and out flat on his back on the canvas, Nakita looks like she does not wanna stop there and raises the steel chair set to take the chair and bash his head in some more, but before she can, the referee reaches up and grabs the steel chair trying to take it from her. They play tug-of-war with it.]
DT: The referee is trying to get the steel chair away from Nakita to keep her from doing any more damage to SB.
MN: But it looks like Nakita doesn't wanna give it up.
[They tug on it some more and then Nakita begins to give and releases her grip of the steel chair dropping the steel chair on the canvas right at the ref's feet.]
DT: Well it looks like that she has finally listened to reason.
DM: Don't be too sure. Never trust a demon possessed woman who thinks that she's the devil incarnated.
[And Dean couldn't of said it better. Just as the ref bends down to pick up the steel chair, Nakita instantly grabs his head and spikes his head hard on the steel chair with a nasty DDT. The ref is out as Nakita slides out of the ring back peddling up the ramp smiling at the carnage that she has caused. Andrew Rossi begins to stir up to his feet rubbing his head and starring laser beams of hatred at "The Dark Phenom". The referee is still out cold.]
DT: Nakita Dahaka just took out a EPW referee for doing his job. I hope that the board of directors really stick it to her.
MN: Yeah, let me stick it to her.
DM: With you? I'm sure that she would think you’re a joke.
MN: Admit it, you wanna hit it just as much as me...if not more.
DM: Yes, but that's neither here nor there.
DT: We'll be right back with a word from our World Tag Team Champions…after this quick commercial.
[FADEIN: The camera on the ring, which has a black couch and a series of TV's on tables, showing 'The Matrix'. THE FIRST is pacing around, wearing a black three piece suit with a red shirt and black tie. ROZY stands to the side, wearing a tight black T-shirt and pants, holding one of the EPW World Tag Team Title belts over her shoulder. FELIX RED sits on the coach wearing a D.A.R.E. T-Shirt and grey dickies. GOTHOPOTIMUS stands behind the couch, wearing a way to revealing belly shirt and shorts, he's holding the other tag belt over his head and acting like the socially unacceptable spaz that he is. The music slowly fades out as FIRST begins to speak.]
FIRST: 'Welcome one and all, to this...The debut...Of Forsaken TV...Or as the cool kids call it...F-TV...Now normally we'd want to kick the show off with some truly elite talent...But sadly they all were booked solid...So we're stuck with the two guys we crushed at the last Pay-Per-View...So anyhow we figured we'd bring them out anyhow...Here's CHRONIC COLLIZION!'
[The crowd pops as the '10001110101' by Clutch plays and 'The Escape Artist' ERIC BLACK and 'The Raging Russian' IVAN DALKICHEV, both wearing street clothes, head to the ring, they enter and begin glaring at The Forsaken.]
FELIX: 'Wow I can't believe you guys showed up after that beating we gave you, ha ha!' [FELIX smirks at BLACK who looks like he's about to punch him.]
FELIX: 'No no! The couch is a no hit zone!'
FIRST: 'Guys guys! Settle down! We're just here to talk, and well if we happen to bring up our recent victory over you now and again...So be it...Anyhow...So what the hell brings you guys out here other then a public degrading?'
BLACK: 'Well, Forsaken... while it WAS our first impression to just kick your asses in the parking lot... Ivan and I got to thinking, and we realized that what you two guys dished out at Black Dawn was... pretty impressive'
IVAN: 'Like, CHRONIC COLLIZION!! impressive... ALMOST.'
GOTHO: 'Weeee...Are the Champions my friend!!' [GOTHO stumbles over towards CHRONIC COLLIZON holding the belt]
BLACK: 'We moron? You aren't a part of this.'
FIRST: 'Ignore him, it's best for your mind and stomach...Anyhow...What the makes you think you'd have a shot against us now?'
BLACK: 'So, we have to give respect where it's due, HOWEVER... don't think the two of you are off the hook just YET! You see, while you may be the first team to EVER serve the CHRONIC COLLIZION!! [formerly the Crimson Calling] its FIRST defeat, you've hardly seen the last of us!'
IVAN: 'Big targets on your back for when we come to VJORK YOU IN ASS later!!' [Crowd pops! FIRST just sort of looks annoyed]
BLACK: 'That's right, I'm afraid. You see... Ivan and I realized after our defeat that CHANGE is needed within the CHRONIC COLLIZION!! Too long, we've been passed off as nothing more than buffoons... hardly the unstoppable powerhouses that were once FEARED in this federation!' [Crowd roars!]
BLACK: 'So... buff those titles guys, cause sooner or later, we'll be BACK to reclaim them!'
GOTHO: 'Why so much anger? Come on...Let's hug!'
[GOTHO hugs a horrified BLACK who pushes him away]
GOTHO: 'Hey I'm not gay! I'm bi, I'm sexually liberated like Tila Tequila! Let's kiss!'
FELIX: 'Yeah, C'mon guys, kiss my flunky!'
[BLACK decks GOTHO as he tries to kiss him...BLACK lands a couple kicks on him as he rolls away to the protection of THE FORSAKEN.]
FIRST: 'Hey...Nobody beats on him but us, so now we got a problem here.'
BLACK: 'You want to do something about it?'
[All four men begin looking ready to fight.]
[CUEUP: “Turn On Tha Radio” by Rage Against the Machine pumps in over the PA. Black’s confidently grinning face immediately goes PALE as he looks to Dalkichev, who bears an expression of equal shock and dread.]
MN: Oh, what’s this all about?!
DT: Uh oh… I know what THAT music means!
DM: Familiar music filling this arena… and Erik Black and Ivan Dalkichev look like they’ve just seen a ghost!
[Slowly, the duo turn to the stage as a curt-faced man dressed in a raven-black business suit steps out through the entry-way. Bearing a sharp grin, he presents himself to the stunned men in the ring, earning JEERS from some of Empire Pro’s longtime fans. BLACK and DALKICHEV’s jaws pop open in surprise.]
DT: It’s NATHAN FEAR!! He’s come BACK to Empire Pro!
MN: OH MAN, NOT HIM!! Uh… who is he?
DM: It’s the former manager of the CHRONIC COLLIZION!!
MN: Formerly the Crimson Calling.
DM: Exactly, the man BEHIND the Crimson Calling! And now he’s back?! Where’s he been this entire time?
DT: I heard rumors about being penned up in padded room somewhere in upstate Indiana, but… seeing him now, I guess he’s legally SANE once again, or something.
[Soaking up the boos from the ringside fans, Fear calmly makes his way down the ramp as his former team stares with matching white faces. He comes up the steps and naturally enters the ring, drawing a mic from Erik’s unmoving and seemingly paralyzed hand.]
FEAR: Hello, Erik… Hello, Ivan…
[He smirks, turning to the fans.]
FEAR: And a most personal, heart-felt “HELLO!” to all you simple-minded American SHEEP out there!! You PAWNS to a corrupt Capitalist empire!!
[The audience BOOS loudly!]
FIRST: 'You're making fun of the sheep in the crowd, you're cool.'
FEAR: 'Shut up freak! This is about me...Not you... It’s been a long time since anybody’s seen me in an Empire Pro ring. Personally speaking, it’s felt like an ETERNITY. I’m sure many of you hoped I would never come back, BUT… a man of my IDEALS and VISION could not possibly be held down, thrown into a cell, and locked up forever!'
[His shark-like grin fades slightly as a sense of frustration overwhelms him.]
FEAR: 'They tried to call me CRAZY! They claimed I was a rambling fool! But HA! …they were wrong. And, now that the National Committee of Mental Health and Wellness of Central Indiana has OFFICIALLY proven my sanity, I’m FREE to make my return!'
[He turns back to his two former underlings… specifically, Erik.]
FEAR: 'And like you, Erik, old friend… I’m ready for CHANGE…'
[Erik and Ivan exchange a confused look. Fear presses on.]
FEAR: 'I’m ready for a REBIRTH… a REVITALIZATION… a new product that replaces the old! I want a TEAM that outdoes everything the legendary Crimson Calling WAS, and outdoes everything it could ever expected to become! I want the GLORY of my Red American dream realized and brought to life in the form of US…
…the NEW Crimson Calling!'
[A not so favorable reaction emanates from the crowd. Erik and Ivan look to each other, slightly offended.]
FEAR: 'Together, we can CHANGE Empire Pro! We can usher in a new generation of Tag Team professional wrestling! We’ll set a standard that puts freaks like THESE two…'
[He gestures to THE FORSAKEN, who shake their heads in disgust.]
FEAR: '…to shame.'
[Smiling proudly, he puts an arm on Ivan Dalkichev’s massive shoulder and looks deep into his eyes.]
FEAR: 'And now I ask you, my soldiers… my CHILDREN…. If the two of you will JOIN me, and realize this beautiful vision?'
[Another unfavorable reaction from the fans. Ivan and Erik noticeably don’t look won over.]
DT: 'I don’t know about “beautiful,” but I think there might have been some poor judgment on the National Central, uh… Committee of, uh… Wellness and whatever it was called.'
DM: 'No doubts about that, Dave. This guy’s STILL a little cuckoo.'
MN: 'Yeah, but he hasn’t lost his slick, Feary COOLNESS. Gotta give him that.'
DM: '…you couldn’t even REMEMBER HIM five minutes ago!'
MN: 'Hey, it’s all coming back to me now. Chill out!'
[Erik takes the mic from Ivan and decides to speak on the behalf of the CHRONIC COLLIZION!!, formerly the Crimson Calling.]
BLACK: …sup, Nate? Fancy bumping into you again, huh? Been some years. Almost didn’t recognize you without the straight-jacket and miner’s beard and f*cked up hair, but yeah, you know…
[FEAR doesn’t put off his cunning smile, but looks noticeably annoyed.]
BLACK: 'Now… this “Red American Dream,” or whatever you’re talking about… yeah, it sounds cool, like… maybe from some 70’s sci-fi post-urban modern-nu-deco action flick, but… what you’re looking at right now is the CHRONIC COLLIZION!!'
[He pops the mic out to the fans.]
Audience: 'FORMERLY THE CRIMSON CALLING!!'
[BIG pop from the crowd. Ivan and Erik nod in satisfaction. Fear takes notice, but doesn’t seem taken aback by it.]
BLACK: 'Well, yeah, you heard him. The key word there is “FORMER.” We WERE the Crimson Calling… but now we aren’t any more.'
[IVAN waves for the mic and BLACK hands it off.]
IVAN: 'Yeah bro, is like… with all due honor and respect to most glorious former manager and trainer… but Black-Daddy over there and BIG RUSSIAN LUV have outgrown “manager” stage in our most excellent tag team! We still have the talent… the presence… the FANS…
[Another big cheer from the crowd.]
IVAN: In short, Mister Fear… CHRONIC COLLIZION!! has outgrown former Crimson Calling! Bigger, better, and much easier to merchandise.'
[Hands the mic back to Erik.]
BLACK: 'It’s no offense, Fear, but we don’t need ya… and to be quite honest, we don’t WANT YA! We’re fine how we our, and besides… your definition of “change,” well… it’s just not something we’re eye to eye with.'
[Hands the mic back to Ivan. Fear raises his hand to declare his rebuttal.]
FEAR: 'Guys… I don’t think you’re quite up to speed on things here. You see, out of the kindness of my heart, I ASKED the two of you to join me…'
IVAN: 'Answer is NO, Rich Boy!'
FEAR: '….but seeing as how you’re not cooperating with me, I’m just going to have to DEMAND that you assume your place in MY command. Otherwise, you can go back to that locker room, pack your bags, and go home. FOREVER.'
[The duo look stung by this, but then look to each other, and throw their heads back and laugh. Black gets back on the mic.]
BLACK: 'GO HOME… right… and just WHAT, exactly, gives you the power to just walk in here and DEMAND we join you again?!'
FEAR: 'Well, since you asked… I’ll TELL you…
[Fear reaches into his jacket and pulls out two neatly folding pieces of paper.]
FEAR: You fellas happen to recognize THESE?'
[They stop laughing as they blink questionably at the pages in his hand.]
BLACK: 'Dude… you could make a HUGE joint with papers like that.'
[Growing angry, Fear fiercely unfolds them and presses them within inches of their faces.]
FEAR: 'THESE are your contracts of employment to IWF!'
MN: 'Okay… I KNOW I don’t remember that! Anybody mind filling me in on who or what an IWF is?'
DT: 'Insanity Wrestling Federation. A little known hardcore fed from earlier in the decade. Fear was the Vice President.'
[Erik and Ivan look in utter DEFEAT at the black and white print in front of them, and their scrawled signatures on the lines at the bottom of their respective contracts.]
FEAR: 'IWF was your old stomping grounds! I brought you in as my SECURITY ENFORCERS before I set you loose in the big leagues! You two are my EMPLOYEES!'
BLACK: 'But… DUDE… I mean… IWF hasn’t had a show in YEARS! I mean, it’s NOTHING right now! There’s no merch, no headquarters, no fans, no TALENT, no loyal janitor named Eddie who turns the lights off every night… bottom line, it doesn’t EXIST!'
[Fear shrugs.]
FEAR: 'Sure… it may not have any of those tangible things. But I assure you, IWF, while at relatively LOW value at this point, is STILL a recognized business. And after the owner Jason Reeves fell off the face of the earth… I managed to pick up all the rights and titles.'
MN: 'Jason Reeves… wait, STALKER?!'
DM: 'And these two have CONTRACTS to a defunct fed?! Wait, I’m confused!'
DT: 'You’re not alone, Dean-O!'
MN: 'Wait, wait… STALKER had his own FED?!'
FEAR: 'So, the REAL bottom line, ERIK, is that I’M THE BOSS… and YOU TWO are my employees! You SIGNED these contracts, and the terms that YOU AGREED TO demand that you follow my EVERY WORD! Refuse me, and my lawyers step in. You’ll be blacklisted, and there won’t be a promoter on the face of the PLANET who would even dream of booking you, lest they face an unbeatable lawsuit!
Basically, boys… you’re either WITH ME… or WITHOUT A JOB!'
[Erik and Ivan are obviously distressed to hear this.]
BLACK: 'Wait a minute, for HOW LONG?!'
[Fear glances over the paperwork again.]
Fear: 'Well according to this… you’re in my service until 2020.'
[Ivan’s eyes roll back into his head and with a BOOMING THUD, falls flat on his back! Erik is immediately at his side to resuscitate him. The Forsaken look on in wonder and a hint of amusement. Dalkichev comes to and immediately looks to Erik.]
FIRST: 'Oh...That had to hurt.'
IVAN: 'Bro… we signed our lives away for TWENTY YEARS?!'
BLACK: 'I guess you couldn’t read back then. And me, well… damn, I was probably just too high.'
[With his sinister smile plastered back on his face, Fear rolls up the contracts and bats them lightly upon Erik’s head to get his attention.]
Fear: 'Unfortunately… those “HIGH TIMES” are coming to an end! Now… get your sorry asses off that mat and show yourselves to the paying fans.'
[With some effort, Black manages to help the bulk of Ivan Dalkichev back to his feet. Fear turns to the fans and points to his team.]
Fear: 'Ladies and gentlemen… I present to YOU… the Crimson Calling!
…FORMERLY… the Chronic Collision!'
[HUUUUGE JEERING from the fans as Erik and Ivan look as though the life has been completely sucked out of them. It’s that look you get when that girl you hooked up with a month ago comes up to saying she has something important to tell you. Fear, gloating, turns his focus to the Forsaken.]
FEAR: 'And at the NEXT Aggression… we challenge the two of you CLOWNS to those titles you currently hold! The Crimson Calling were the FIRST champions, and soon, they will be the NEW champions, reclaiming their long lost glory!'
[Back to the fans.]
Fear: 'And you… the always predictable, always CONTROLLABLE fans that fill these seats, and the millions more watching at home… will be the SEEDS I SOW as I rally a NEW philosophy… a NEW society…
A COMMUNIST AMERICA!!
Don’t like that idea? Then let me remind you… FEAR… is your only God!'
[“Turn On Tha Radio” hits the PA as Fear basks in the jeering crowd. After savoring the moment of his return a few minutes longer, he waves for Black and Dalkichev to follow, who obediently hold open the ropes as he leaves the ring, and promptly follow. Hanging their heads, they walk ahead of their manager to the back as Fear backpedals up the ramp, pointing threateningly to the EPW Tag Team Champions standing in the ring.]
DT: 'Well talk about a TURN OF EVENTS for the CHRONIC COLLIZION!!'
MN: '…presently the Crimson Calling.'
DM: 'Tell me about it, Dave. “The Escape Artist” and “Raging Russian” came down here tonight to promise to take the tag champs seriously and lay down a challenge to a rematch. But I hardly think they had THIS in mind. Still, if they signed those legal documents, then they ARE bound to Nathan Fear’s authority!'
DT: 'I’m afraid that may be so, Dean. Erik and Ivan seemingly have NO CHOICE but to remain as the Crimson Calling until 2020. Man, that’s another twelve years! That could be the rest of their career!'
MN: 'OKAY, THAT’S IT!! I have a question, and it’s driving me crazy!'
DM: '…what, Mike?'
MN: 'STALKER… had a FED?!'
DT: '…nevermind, Mike.'
GOTHO: 'Man can you believe the nerve of those guys talking like that? And they hit me! I'm hurt...Kiss me First! Take away the pain!'
[First decks Gotho again.]
FIRST: 'I am allowed to hit you, never forget that...And Mr. Fear, while you and your idiot flunkies are busy plotting big trouble for moose and squirrel...We're gonna be out breaking skulls and taking names...You want another shot at us? Take it, take ten more, take a hundred more...Cause you will NEVER...Beat us...'
[CUEUP: 'Never Wanted to Dance' By Mindless Self Indulgence, TBM remix as First, Felix, Rozy, and a staggering Gotho leave the ring...]
[FADEOUT]