Familiar music kicks in, and as "Running With the Devil" by Van Halen explodes over the PA, Bryan Mercy pops from behind the curtain, carrying a Big duffle bag. Bryan slaps a few hands as he makes his way to the ring, tosses the bag over the top rope into the ring, and tosses his belt into the ring as well. Bryan walks around the ring, slapping a few more hands,picking up a mic from the ring announcer, and rolling into the ring.
Bryan Mercy:"Please, please, please, I've only got a few minutes."You know, about 10 or so days ago, I stood in a ring like this one. I watched someone who I..... admired. Someone who I looked up to. Someone who I wanted to be like..... I saw him fall. I sat backstage, and watched as Forever ended."
"And I could do nothing. I was helpless then. I am not helpless now."
"I can't say that Forever was my mentor. I tried my best to emmulate him.He didn't teach me anything, but I learned all I could from him. My best match? Sorry Devie, sorry Jamie Williams, sorry you WACKY MANIAC, it was against Forever in That Other Fed's goodbye card."
"I sent out a hello to Forever in my last interview. Jon Clark picked up on it, and called me the latest in a long line of ripoffs or some crap likethat. Well, Jon, I've never denied that my goal for my career was to try and be like Forever's. But I covered that already. Jon, if you think that was wild, you should listen to my next few points."
"Let's go back to my previous points about 10 plus days ago. I was stunned to see Forever end. I was stunned enough, that I didn't check my blindsides in my match. By the way, did you see how awesome I was in the ring? Didn't I tell you guys that I'd rock the free world that nite? Anyway, after my match, I get jumped not once buy twice. By the remnants of the MoA, and bya man who may or may not be here. I'll never complain about getting jumped.It's part of the business. It's something that, well, paybacks are a bitch.That's the MoA. I'll deal with it."
"But, for the Charming Soul who got me afterwards, let me say this."
Bryan reaches into his bag, and produces a baseball bat and a football.
"Now, this baseball bat is the one I used in High School. This one was exclusively for league play. my favorite bat. This is for the next time the MoA crosses me. It will even things up a bit."
"This football is a symbol. See, I was All State my senior year. One of the reasons was, I never dropped a pass thrown to me. I never fumbled. I never muffed it. This ball, and it's past is, right now, a symbol of my wrestling future. Forever is gone. Forever is over. Somebody needs to pick up the ball and run with it."
"It's not gonna be Devie. It's not gonna be that tyrant Jon Clark. Banshee and Gangrene have their own Heros to hold up to. And it won't be no semi-Charmed kinda guy, no matter how badly he thinks he'll get it."
"But, I see this director guy down front frantically waving his arms.Apparently, he wants me to talk a bit more about the Pay Per View coming up. So be it. I've got a Main Event to hype."
"Jon and Devie, fight all you want. Just, whatever you do, make sure you bring my title to the PPV, we'll hang it above the ring, and we'll breakout the special Bryan Mercy 12 foot ladder and kick some ass. See, I'm not gonna say anything about it being my time or shit like that. Fact is, I'm still the Greatest Athlete in Wrestling. I'm NOW the Greatest Show in Wrestling."
"Forever once said that 'no finer song was ever written'..... well, we cansee the end of that song in sight. My song is still a work in progress."
"My song will be the masterpiece. My career will be the hilight. My future,is your demise."
"Bring my title. And bring your A-stuff. I don't want any excuses when I beat you."
Brian rolls out of the ring, takes his title and bag, and walks to the back.
The Cameraman finds the redneck laying on the ground with a huge bloody gash on his forehead, wearing nothing but a bowler hat over his crotch area and condoms covering each of his nipples, and Clark nowhere to be found.
Biff Wellington:Jon Clark has finally had the chance to face the World Champion in Keith Wildwing. Both competitors are gonna give us a good fight.
Sweet Lou: The Next Match, is for the World Heavyweight Title, This is your main event, Introducing first the challenger, He stands 6 feet 3 inches, he weighes 233 pounds, He hails from Lancaster, Ohio, He is the master of the Vertical DDT. He is accompanied to the ring of Mitch O'Brien. He is Jon Clark !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Happypill, by 16 Volt, is heard as Jon Clark makes his way down to ringside. He recieves a few scattering cheers but mostly is booed, Clark eats it up as he enters the ring with a smile followed by O'brien right behind,
Sweet Lou: His opponent is the current JWA World champion, He stands 6 feet 4 inches, he weighes 241 pounds, he is the master of the Destruction Driver, He is the one the only Keith Wildwing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Immortals" by Encounter the Ultimate (MK theme) as Pyros go off and the crowd gets to their feet in support of the current Champion. Wildwing walks slowly into the ring. His eyes never wavering from Clark, His goal being clear. He steps into the ring.
Biff Wellington:Shoulder and elbow hookup. The advantage goes to Wildwing. He backs Clark into a corner. The poke to the eyes. Clark with a clothesline. Up for a suplex. Now Clark with a snap mare and swift kick to the back of the shoulder.
Tommy Riley:Now a Clark applies a rear chinlock. He clenches down on the jaw of Wildwing. Wildwing makes it up to a knee. Now to his feet. He whips him against the ropes. A back drop. Now Wildwing picks him up. A big slam.
Biff Wellington:Wildwing with an elbow to the sternum. Wildwing whips Clark into the ropes again reversed. A big boot by Clark. Now Clark picks Wildwing up whips him into the corner and a running clothesline which made Keith do a flip on to his back. Now Clark approaching Keith. He lifts him up and a shoulder breaker. He puts him into a reverse pain killer.
Tommy Riley:Now Clark is putting all of his weight on the shoulder of Wildwing. Now you can see sweat rolling off both competitors. This early in the match you know that this is a big one. Now Wildwing is struggling to get to the ropes. He is inching his way across the ring. Finally he hooks his right foot on the bottom rope. The ref starts the count but Clark releases the hold right away. Wildwing runs at Clark. Clark with an arm drag. He puts on an armbar. The pain looks like he is gonna pass out.
Biff Wellington:Now Wildwing reverses the hold lets it go and clotheslines Clark. Now Wildwing with a double arm ddt. He picks up Clark and sends him into the corner he follows it up with a massive splash. Now he throws him to the ground. Off the ropes and a knee to middle of the chest. He picks Clark up and a gut buster. I think he is outta breathe.