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| ***The scene opens in the backstage area of Madison Square Garden in New York City, New York, where the next edition of IOA Heatwave is taking place on Sunday, November 17th, 2002. The first match on the card should be a great matchup, because it is yet another edition of the "Too Xtreme" Eric Badger versus AWOL feud. The two are competing in their debut matches, and coincedentally enough, against each other. The camera cuts to a secluded backstage room where Badger is seen reading a newspaper and drinking a cup of tea. He looks up as he notices the cameraman walk closer towards him, and knows exactly what to expect from him. He clears his throat, drinks more tea, and starts to speak.*** TXEB - Well, looks like your here to listen to me, and more than likely talk to me about the upcoming match I have with an old friend by the name of Ryan Mendez a.k.a AWOL. Back in the day, he and I were wrestling in a little place called the AWF, or Another Wrestling Federation if you will. We started off, as any new wrestlers would, fighting it out and earning our dues in the middle of the ring, but throw a title into that mix, is just like throwing blood into the water of a shark tank. Evil filled the veins of the obsessed army man, which got me into the mindset not to trust his commander instincts, but as history recalls me, I had once teamed with him, and we did not too bad. That was then, and this is now. AWOL, we are both starting it out again, different place this time though...the IOA. We're kicking things off at the bottom of the barrel again, trying to earn and pay off our dues before we can both equally wreak havoc on each and every superstar in this company. I don't know about you actually, this might just be me, taking on the entire IOA roster, as I had once done in a previous fed, where I had no friends...nothing but enemies. Now, AWOL, I've known you for quite some time, chumming around with Kyle Williams and such. We start with the AWF...but then, we moved on, to AIW. Absolutely Infectious Wrestling, the brainchild of Mz. Danky. The single-handedly best and greatest federation to ever graze gods green earth, but that's all gone now. Nothing to be left behind except for a few torn up scripts, where you and I were supposed to have the greatest fight known to man. You see Ryan, we could have had something big planned for it, but what happens? The place closes, leaving us jobless, and in search for greatness elsewhere. No biggie, I've been around since then, wrestling in such places as the RWA, Renegade Wrestling Alliance, then I was hired full-time in SE, Sports Entertainment, and then I come here...the IOA. A very close, personal friend told me about this place, and it instantly caught my attention. I noticed you were here AWOL, and I wanted revenge. Revenge from you blowing up my house, revenge from you beating me in the middle of the ring, and revenge for me, not hurting you more earlier in our careers. Come Sunday AWOL, you and I...it's going to be a bloodbath. Now, I can't promise you that I'll be gentle on you this time, because of all the heated up hype for this show. The debut match for two of the best young superstars in the IOA. We are no longer under the control of Chris Osbourne, we are alone, run by former superstars, and it's time to shine, and get ourselves known here. The only thing I'll be known here for is for beating the living hell out of an old mother fucker like yourself. ***Eric motions that the camera be turned off, as he flips up his paper and continues to read about how everyone in the world hates the Toronto Maple Leafs except the Canadians in the Greater Toronto Area. He sips his tea again as the scene fades to black.*** FTB |