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(CUT TO: The Hellfire Club dressing room. Sitting on a chair, bleeding from his head and obvious in pain in every joint in his body, is DORCHESTER STRATTON, almost crying. VERONICA ABRAMS RUMSFELD is next to him, rubbing his shoulders and whispering something in his ear as she laughs. In the back right stands BLAINE HOLLYWOOD, now wearing a highly starched light blue dress shirt and holding a giant champagne flute filled with the bubbly. In the middle is JJ DeVille, pumping his fist up and down ala Tiger Woods while he lets out a gigantic YEAHHHH!!!! The camera zooms in on Dorchester and Veronica, who is giddy in excitement. Blood from Dorchester's face is getting into his eyes but he doesn't even flinch. He looks at the title on his shoulder.)
DORCHESTER: "They... they said I couldn't win the big one! They...." (The blood drips down and Veronica stares at it in with a creepy smile.) "They said that I wouldn't EVER hold a title here in NFW. For all the legends that I've eliminated... WildStar... Joe The Plumber... Mike Randalls... I would NEVER be able to beat any of my contemporaries. WELL I DID JUST THAT!" (JJ hugs Blaine while hopping up and down.) "Jack... you now know what I will do to beat you. That is ANYTHING and EVERYTHING. I might have lost a few months of my career tonight... but the clang of your skull off those ring steps--" (Veronica's creepy smile gets larger as she bends down and licks Dorchester's ear.) "The clang of YOUR skull... that's the new SHOT HEAR ROUND THE WORLD! We've got a few more matches to decide who gets to own this belt FOR KEEPS. But, Jack... let me assure you... you're never hold to be holding the belt like this ever again in your life!"
(Dorchester holds his ribs with his left hand as he forces his right arm upwards, as it trembles, as he holds the TV Title high in the air. Veronica damn near attacks him and starts ramming her tongue down her throat as JJ continues to leap up and down in the background. Blaine takes a sip of champagne and smooths out his dress shirt a bit.)
BLAINE: "I am a man who has been to cotillion balls. I am a man who has had relations with Pippa Middleton. I am one of the greatest dressage competitors of all-time. I have won championships in both skeet and trap shooting. Every morning, I wake up to the joy of having a person -- a person like you -- squeeze me my orange juice while another dresses me while another wipes the lint off of my morning suit coat. I am a man who understands THE FINER THINGS--" (Blaine holds up the champagne glass.) "I AM A MAN WHO UNDERSTANDS GREATNESS. New Frontier Wrestling, you're starting to understand that as well. Tonight, I stood in the ring with Akita Hoshi, a man who I stared across the ring with many times, and Malik Anderson -- that turncoat puissant. Tonight... tonight I am the one who walked out with his hand raised in victory." (Blaine holds up the champagne flute and smirks.) "I had this bottle of champagne flown in from my villa in the Alps region of France. It's valued at roughly $4,000 a bottle. But I can afford such things being that I AM AN OXONIAN! And I and my colleagues... we shall open the bottle of this bubbly after every night we walk out in triumph. Because the taste of this champagne is reserved for people who are VICTORS IN LIFE! The taste of this champagne IS RESERVED FOR THE HELLFIRE CLUB!"
(Blaine goes and pats Dorchester in the back. Dorchester's holding his head as Veronica and Blaine start talking and laughing. JJ DeVille rubs his goat-ee, flicks his hair back, and purses his lips. He stares at the camera. Then his mouth turns into a Cheshire Cat smirk as he leans back laughing.)
JJ: "I tooooolllld you so! DIDN'T I?" (JJ pumps his fist again.) "For months, I tormented you people. I cancelled your connecting flight plane tickets. I had your guests' cars towed. I made you people jump when I said jump. And yet every pretends like I *DON'T* bother them. Why is that, you ask? It's because it's PRETEND -- everyone in the locker and in the crowd wants to punch me in my face but no one wants to do a damn thing about it! I aborted poor, sweet Rosie's baby ... and I ended up pinning her man right in the middle of the ring. I tell the world the truth about Dan Ryan -- THAT HE RAPED HIS BABY DAUGHTER -- and that big master of the kumate AND boardroom tucked his tail and left the NFW rather than to deal with the loads upon loads of bullsh*t that was coming on his plate. And now, after we executed the greatest coup in wrestling history... you all dismissed it and acted like it didn't matter. Well, GUESS WHHHHAAATTTT? IT MATTERS! BECAUSE WE'RE GOING TO WIN EVERY MATCH AND TAKE EVERY TITLE! You people are going to have to LISTEN to us and to do our bidding! It's THE HELLFIRE CLUB TWO! NFW ZERO! Every single last one of you is going to go to bed at night thinking of me and Blaine and Dorchester and Veronica and when you wake up in the morning you'll be thinking about us again. And WHY OH WHY IS THAT? It's because, NFW... we're the greatest collection of talent ever assembled. The TV Title? That's JUST A START! Rook Black, be smart and just SURRENDER that belt to youuurrrs truly IMMEDIATELY. Superfly Express? Get ready, you dumb dumbs, to unscrew those nameplates. Castor Stryfe? Your reign on top of the wrestling world is COMING TO AN END! NFW... DO WHAT THOU WILT! Because no matter what... THE HELLFIRE CLUB IS GOING TO TURN YOU INTO ASH! LET'S GET THE FINGERS UP, GANG! YEAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
(JJ joins Blaine, Veronica and Dorchester. JJ, Veronica and Dorchester hold up the sign of The Hellfire Club while Dorchester once again struggles to hold up the title. FTB.)
DORCHESTER: "They... they said I couldn't win the big one! They...." (The blood drips down and Veronica stares at it in with a creepy smile.) "They said that I wouldn't EVER hold a title here in NFW. For all the legends that I've eliminated... WildStar... Joe The Plumber... Mike Randalls... I would NEVER be able to beat any of my contemporaries. WELL I DID JUST THAT!" (JJ hugs Blaine while hopping up and down.) "Jack... you now know what I will do to beat you. That is ANYTHING and EVERYTHING. I might have lost a few months of my career tonight... but the clang of your skull off those ring steps--" (Veronica's creepy smile gets larger as she bends down and licks Dorchester's ear.) "The clang of YOUR skull... that's the new SHOT HEAR ROUND THE WORLD! We've got a few more matches to decide who gets to own this belt FOR KEEPS. But, Jack... let me assure you... you're never hold to be holding the belt like this ever again in your life!"
(Dorchester holds his ribs with his left hand as he forces his right arm upwards, as it trembles, as he holds the TV Title high in the air. Veronica damn near attacks him and starts ramming her tongue down her throat as JJ continues to leap up and down in the background. Blaine takes a sip of champagne and smooths out his dress shirt a bit.)
BLAINE: "I am a man who has been to cotillion balls. I am a man who has had relations with Pippa Middleton. I am one of the greatest dressage competitors of all-time. I have won championships in both skeet and trap shooting. Every morning, I wake up to the joy of having a person -- a person like you -- squeeze me my orange juice while another dresses me while another wipes the lint off of my morning suit coat. I am a man who understands THE FINER THINGS--" (Blaine holds up the champagne glass.) "I AM A MAN WHO UNDERSTANDS GREATNESS. New Frontier Wrestling, you're starting to understand that as well. Tonight, I stood in the ring with Akita Hoshi, a man who I stared across the ring with many times, and Malik Anderson -- that turncoat puissant. Tonight... tonight I am the one who walked out with his hand raised in victory." (Blaine holds up the champagne flute and smirks.) "I had this bottle of champagne flown in from my villa in the Alps region of France. It's valued at roughly $4,000 a bottle. But I can afford such things being that I AM AN OXONIAN! And I and my colleagues... we shall open the bottle of this bubbly after every night we walk out in triumph. Because the taste of this champagne is reserved for people who are VICTORS IN LIFE! The taste of this champagne IS RESERVED FOR THE HELLFIRE CLUB!"
(Blaine goes and pats Dorchester in the back. Dorchester's holding his head as Veronica and Blaine start talking and laughing. JJ DeVille rubs his goat-ee, flicks his hair back, and purses his lips. He stares at the camera. Then his mouth turns into a Cheshire Cat smirk as he leans back laughing.)
JJ: "I tooooolllld you so! DIDN'T I?" (JJ pumps his fist again.) "For months, I tormented you people. I cancelled your connecting flight plane tickets. I had your guests' cars towed. I made you people jump when I said jump. And yet every pretends like I *DON'T* bother them. Why is that, you ask? It's because it's PRETEND -- everyone in the locker and in the crowd wants to punch me in my face but no one wants to do a damn thing about it! I aborted poor, sweet Rosie's baby ... and I ended up pinning her man right in the middle of the ring. I tell the world the truth about Dan Ryan -- THAT HE RAPED HIS BABY DAUGHTER -- and that big master of the kumate AND boardroom tucked his tail and left the NFW rather than to deal with the loads upon loads of bullsh*t that was coming on his plate. And now, after we executed the greatest coup in wrestling history... you all dismissed it and acted like it didn't matter. Well, GUESS WHHHHAAATTTT? IT MATTERS! BECAUSE WE'RE GOING TO WIN EVERY MATCH AND TAKE EVERY TITLE! You people are going to have to LISTEN to us and to do our bidding! It's THE HELLFIRE CLUB TWO! NFW ZERO! Every single last one of you is going to go to bed at night thinking of me and Blaine and Dorchester and Veronica and when you wake up in the morning you'll be thinking about us again. And WHY OH WHY IS THAT? It's because, NFW... we're the greatest collection of talent ever assembled. The TV Title? That's JUST A START! Rook Black, be smart and just SURRENDER that belt to youuurrrs truly IMMEDIATELY. Superfly Express? Get ready, you dumb dumbs, to unscrew those nameplates. Castor Stryfe? Your reign on top of the wrestling world is COMING TO AN END! NFW... DO WHAT THOU WILT! Because no matter what... THE HELLFIRE CLUB IS GOING TO TURN YOU INTO ASH! LET'S GET THE FINGERS UP, GANG! YEAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
(JJ joins Blaine, Veronica and Dorchester. JJ, Veronica and Dorchester hold up the sign of The Hellfire Club while Dorchester once again struggles to hold up the title. FTB.)