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("So Far I Have Not Found the Science" by Soul Coughing plays on the speakers
as purple and blue lights alternate in the arena - Titus Moongarden walks out
speaks to a few of the fans, and generally is very affable, but is slow in
getting to the ring)
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Titus Moongarden making his way to the ring, but, as always, taking
the time to greet the fans on the way. You're going to have to look long and
hard to find anyone more affable, more open to the fans, than Titus Moongarden.
Yeah well yew also gotta look long'n'hard ta find anythang that looks
like a brain! I got horseshoe nails back at my ranch smarter than him!
Despite that, though, Moongarden scored a HUGE win last week against
Chris Sim, after Sim let himself be distracted by former EWC World champ...
and quite possibly soon to be World champion again come the end of the
Nightmare Gauntlet - Ernie Grendel.
That win was a gol-dang fluke, an' ever'one knows it. An' this phee-
losipher boy got 'im outmatched in ev'ry department, both physical AND mental.
Moongarden has been waiting for this match for weeks now, "The Philosopher"
has taken every opportunity to jump this kid from behind...
(Glistening bells float through the arena as the opening chords of "Heaven for Everyone"
by Queen are heard)
...to beat on him, cost him matches, and now, FINALLY, Moongarden is about to
find the science, to find Mikhail Tzskova!
An' it looks like he be startin' out with a good ol'-fashioned waitin'
game. He's got that dope all wound up, an' now he's just a-waitin' fer him to
use up whatever energy he got tryin' ta stay psyched up.
This is very odd, usually Tzskova is halfway out by now. Moongarden
talking to referee Wayne Winans, he sure doesn't know what's going on...
(Suddenly, the Solotron flashes on...)
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@@ Prophet". Yes, I have heard you talk about kindness and such, but such words are @@
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@@ Philosopher and those that follow his Lessons. You speak of kindness, but you @@
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@@ Light is everywhere. Today is a day of Darkness, and the Philosopher will not be a @@
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What was that all about? Is he saying that he's not wrestling this match?
Got me. I didn't unner-stand a dad-blasted word he said, either!
I'm getting word from the back that, indeed, Mikhail Tzskova did not
show up to the arena tonight...just that tape, with instructions to show it
after Moongarden came out tonight!
Now I find this hard ta believe. How much trouble can tub-a-lard in thar
be? I'd be the last ta think ol' Mikey would be a-feerd of that moron!
You can bet the commisioner of the EWC, Tara Jansen, is gonna have some
words about this, you don't just choose to fight a match when it's convenient
for you!
Heck, I could use a bit of exercise. I'll get in thar an' beat 'im up
real good without even half tryin'!
The referee is raising Titus' hand, so he'll get the duke here, but that's
not what Titus wanted.
Knowin' how smart that boy is, he'll be tryin' ta climb inside that thar
Solo-tron thinkin' that's whar he's hidin'! That boy's all foam an' no beer, if
ya know whut I mean.
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Well, we're at the back now, and Siouxnami just walked out of their
room..wait a minute, they just grabbed cameraman Josh Hunnex and pulled him
over...they don't have this segment scheduled, what's going on here?
[Bull]
Get over here!
[Camera Man]
But Mr. Bull sir, you're not scheduled to get any mic time on this card.....
[Bull]
We are now! Siouxnami demands to be heard! We are fed up with being held
back! How many times do we hafta hear it?
[Horse]
"You guys don't have have the charisma that Chris has. He can speak on your
behalf....you guys just gotta play the enforcer role. You don't need any mic
time to get over - just get the job done."
[Bull]
Only to be told the next week, "You guys just aren't getting the job done.
We put you out there in main event matches and the fans don't care. You just
can't get the response we need from you."
[Horse]
Well, we're not getting held back anymore. They are afraid to give us a mic.
God forbid if the hardest working team in all of e-wrestling were to ever
actually get a fair chance - what if they could actually cut a decent promo
and get over? We couldn't possibly have that happen!
[Bull]
So now we're not giving them any choice. Tonight, live for the world to see,
Siouxnami is taking over! The fact is, it's time to take notice. We're not
going to be taken lightly any longer. We have held tag team titles
worldwide, we pinned your hero TR Parker cleanly in the center of the ring
last week, and we are two ruthless, bad-ass mothas. Siouxnami is a crime!
Illegal in all 50 states, we are brining fear back in style.
[Horse]
Siouxnami is more human than human. We can't fight off the monsters inside
of us and neither can you. EWC, tonight we're not just saying it...we mean
it - here begins your...
[Both]
LAST STAND!!!!!
(Both men flex and push the camera man out of the way)
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(The opening guitar chords of "Ronnie" by Metallica play through)
Some *STRONG* words from Siouxnami, as they look towards the big four way
title match tonight, but right now, Ronnie Frown's coming to town, and this is
the first of *TWO* matches that he has to fight tonight.
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Well, if he wants anythang left fer his second match, he better not waste
too much energy tryin' ta beat Parker. He didn't ask fer this match, he don't
care 'bout this match, he's only wrasslin' it 'cause he has to.
Frown giving some lipservice to the ringsiders before sliding in the
ring, rememeber tonight, he has to win *BOTH* this match and his Last Man
Standing encounter with Damien Omega in order to have the right to go
LAST in the World Title Nightmare Gauntlet at Snowbrawl, and that's a
HUGE advantage to be sure!
Sure is, but if yew ask me, unless he puts away Parker dang quick, he'd
be better off takin' the walk, takin' his chances in that thar Gauntlet, an'
a-savin' his energy ta beat up the man he *really* wants his hands on, that
bein' Damien Omega.
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(The sounds of "Strutter" by KISS come alive on the PA as the fans pop to their feet)
LISTEN TO THIS OVATION!!!! Folks, We're in Philadelphia, PA, and
if we're in PA, we're in STRUTTER COUNTRY!!!!!
Well, Parker's almost as well-known in this area as he is back down in
the Mighty Mississippi Valley. An' I know him better'n anyone else on the
planet....
(TR Parker walks out, cocky as ever, shaking hands with every fan out there, especially
the ladies, one of whom hangs a Christmas wreath around his shoulders)
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...an' that boy deserves ev'ry bit of respect he gits. He's a helluva man, an'
a helluva wrassler.
Judging from his words earlier this evening, TR Parker is here tonight
to teach Ronnie Frown a lesson in star power, and no, I don't mean Mike
Powers' band of goons.
Well, ol' Ronnie just might *need* a band of goons ta beat 'im! I
watched Parker in his KWF run, an' I saw all them times he took that thar
Fuego to the absolute limit. So if yew wanna impress me, yew gotta beat ol'
TR, an' ain't many been able ta dew that.
Fans showing so much support here for TR Parker, he came here a few
years ago with the KWF and set the place on fire. Now he's back, and he's
NATION WIDE!
By the way, did they ever find whar that Powers kid ended up?
[Ronnie Frown]
All right, that's enough -- HAPPY HOUR is OVER!
(Crowd boos as the Strutter gives Frown his attention)
And Frown doing what he's known for, and that's spoiling the party.
{points to the Strutter} You know, Parker, I want you to know that
this was not a personal issue for me. Because, you see, you of all
people in this promotion, I respect. I do, I really do, and maybe, in
another time and place, I might even have *liked* you. And the thing
is, I actually understand that this can't exactly be the best of times
for you -- facing the empty nest, the TV dinners alone at night, Chris
Monroe spoiling the one bright spot of the whole month for you ...
hey, if we were in any other business in America, I'd buy you a Bud
and tell you to take the night off.
But the sad fact of life is, this isn't a normal business, this isn't
a perfect world -- this is *pro wrestling*. And as it happens, your
ten thousand employers in attendance tonight don't have the HEART, the
SOUL to leave a hurt man be and give him some time to heal. Because of
THESE twisted jerks, the show must go on for you, T.R. -- because
these jerks feel entitled by their $15 tickets, they are going to
INSIST that you punch in the clock tonight against THE Ten Thousand
Minute Man. What I'm saying, T.R., is that whether anyone else has the
guts to admit it or not, these people cheering you right now -- your
wonderful fans -- want to see you get HURT ... VERY ... BADLY.
So when this is over tonight, Parker, when your body lies on this mat
as broken as your heart, I want you to realize that every minutes of
your pain, your suffering, your heartbreak, is just one more minute
of a {Ed Sullivan style} rrreally great show {normal voice} to the
fans you think love you so much. You get USED to that pain, T.R. You
get USED to DISAPPOINTMENT.
Frown trying very hard to get under TR's skin, but I don't think
that's happening tonight. Mason Crow, the referee for this match, sounds
for the bell, Frown moves in for a tie-up attempt, but TR ducks it..
and TR breaking into a little strut.
Now that's whut I was sayin' earlier. Parker's been 'round long enuf ta
know when ta show off an' when ta save it. Yew won't see him makin' no mistake
like ol' Nick did just a while ago.
They lock up again, Frown using his strength advantage here, is
bulling Parker back to the corner to the right of us...and lo and behold,
Frown with a clean bre...PARKER JUST SLAPPED THE TASTE OUT OF RONNIE FROWN'S
MOUTH, and rolls out of the ring and breaks into a strut right in front of us,
and Ronnie now complaining to Crow about the "cheap shot"
Parker givin' Frown a bit of the psych-out game now with that thar
slap. He's bettin' that if he gits ol' Ronnie mad it'll throw him off his
gameplan.
I think it's more along the lines that Parker's both giving the fans
a show and riling Frown up at the same time. He better be careful, 25
years ago on the silver screen, Apollo Creed gave the Philly fans a show, and
got knocked on his ass by the young upstart a few times...Parker now finally
back in, and they tie up again, and AGAIN Ronnie using that strength to
bull Parker into a corner.
Well this ain't no Hollywood movie, boy. This is real life whar the
hee-ro don't always win. An' Ronnie be lookin' ta write his own endin' tonight.
Break is slow, Ronnie cocks a fist, but Crow actually in there to
block it...and Parker thumbs him in the eye behind the referee's back.
Now thar's yer cheap shot, boy! Parker ain't above gittin' in a shot
or two like that. He'll fight-cha clean if yew want it, but he can git down
an' dirty with the best of 'em.
Ronnie cursing a blue streak at the referee right now, and I'm not
sure I completely blame him, I'd be frustrated by the games of the Strutter
myself.
Well, ol' Ronnie's got a temper hotter'n a brandin' iron. An' if
Parker can git 'im ta blow it, he'll fully use it ta his advantage.
They try for the tieup one more time, and Frown with an armtwist out
of the tieup...reversed by Parker, and Parker with a crescent kick into the
abdomen of Frown, still holding the arm..and a shortarm clothesline by "The
Strutter" sends Frown onto his back. Parker cocked and loaded for a superkick,
but Frown having none of that, he rolls out himself...and can you believe this,
Frown telling Mason Crow his hair was pulled!
Well, if yew can't intimidate yer opponent, intimidate the referee!
That thar's a page outta my book, an' it usually reaps rewards later on.
Strutter looking positively angelic in there as the referee questions
him...
Yeah, Parker's as inner-cent as a newborn baby...newborn baby *rat*,
that is.
Frown finally rolls back in, and he's starting to look visibly frustrated.
Frown moves in, gets a headlock cinched in, and Parker sends Frown to the ropes.
Frown off...hard shoulderblock sends Parker down. Parker back up as Frown
comes off the ropes, Parker ducks the clothesline..and gives Frown a Greco
Roman kick in the ass!!! Frown goes facefirst out of the ring...and Parker
breaks into another strut as Ronnie slaps the mat in anger.
An' thar's that trademark cockiness from Parker. I dunno whut Parker
thinks of Frown since he's obviously got that Fuego-boy in the back of his mind,
but he better not underestimate Ronnie. Any Cut'n'Shoot cham-peen gotta be one
tough S.O.B.
It's obvious that Parker's gameplan is to get Ronnie riled up enough to
make dumb "rookie" mistakes. And he's got half that accomplished, as Frown
does NOT look like a happy man at the moment.
Ronnie may be a rookie, but he shure ain't no dumb rookie. He's got a
plan of his own tonight, an' he'll find a way to work it in, by hook or by crook.
Frown back in the ring, goes after Parker, Parker meets him with a
dropkick to the knee, and Parker follows it up with a sweep kick to the knee,
and now Parker centering on that bodypart has Frown's leg and drops an elbow
onto it.
Interestin' pick by Parker thar. Ronnie's a power wrassler. He'd be
better off goin' after his arm or neck or back rather'n a leg.
Parker takes the leg and dives forward, stretching out those hamstrings
a bit, and falls back for a cover, but can only get a count of one. Parker
getting up and AGAIN slapping Frown right across the face.
That thar slap knocked Ronnie down again, but I woulda thunk Parker
woulda gone with another hold or another impact move rather'n a slap like that.
Parker runs to the ropes as Frown gets up, nails a leg lariat, but Frown
quick to find his feet...Parker with a nice springboard elbowsmash that drops
Frown, he covers, one...TWO....kickout by Ronnie Frown.
Parker knockin' 'im down, Ronnie gittin' back up, showin' he can take
whutever the Strutter-boy can dish out.
Parker grabbing that leg again and giving a kick to the knee..Frown
kicks him away, tho, but Parker quick to recover, axehandles him into the back.
Parker sends Frown to the ropes, Frown ducks a rolling elbow...and Frown just
grabs Parker's hair and yanks down, bouncing his head off the mat! Can you believe
that, after all of Frown's complaints!
Like I said, Ronnie'll find a way ta turn this here match around, by hook
or by crook! An' the referee doin' whut he's supposed ta do - givin' Ronnie the
warnin' just like he did Parker.
Frown taking the momentary advantage to walk some of the stiffness off
that knee, Parker's getting to his feet..and Frown grabs Parker by the hair into
a kneesmash..then he raises that knee and stomps into the canvas, sending Parker
backwards.
Now that was kinda dumb, usin' the knee Parker's been bangin' away on
ta jam into Parker's face...
Frown moves in..Parker with a hard knife-edge chop staggers Frown
backwards, and another one...and Parker sends Frown into the buckles and FROWN
FLIPS UP AND OVER and lands right in front of our table!!!!
I think Frown was a-tryin' that Ric Flair flip-over thingee, but he
couldn't stop himeslf. An' now he's on the floor an' outside the ring whar
Parker is just as dangerous as he is *inside* the ring!
Frown dazed by the landing...and Parker springboards into AIR STRUTTER..
NO!!! Frown moved out of the way, and Parker landed ARM FIRST right onto
one of our monitors!!! Parker looks to be in a lot of pain at the moment.
(bangs on monitor) Dang Parker! He just knocked my picture out!
Somebody git this gol-dang hunk-a-junk fixed!
What the hell! Frown just grabbed Lucille, Jack Salem's pet steel
chair, from the side of Salem...oh dear god, Frown TATTOOS that chair right
across the face of TR Parker!! Parker is down, folks, and Frown has the chair on
the ground, and he's got Parker's arm inside it..come on, this isn't wrestling..
FROWN OFF THE STEPS WITH A DOUBLE STOMP RIGHT ON THE CHAIR!!! He just broke
TR Parker's arm! WITH THE CHAIR YOU GAVE HIM, SALEM!!!
Whaddya mean I gave 'im? I didn't give 'im a gol-dang thing! Frown-
boy ran up here an' grabbed it! Didn't even ask first!
And Frown now handing the chair back to Jack Salem...Jack, if
you're going to be a broadcaster, you can't be bringing weapons to ringside
like that!
Hey, I didn't dew nuthin'! An' yew know durn well if he hadn't a-grabbed
Lucille, he woulda grabbed some other chair instead, likely the one yer a-sittin'
on! I'm a totally inner-cent bystander in this!
Folks, I feel sick right now, Frown tosses Parker back into the ring,
and just starts kicking away at that badly hurt arm, for all we know, it could be
fractured. He picks up Parker and hammerlocks that arm behind him before throwing
him down onto the mat. Many folks call that the "Stretcherslam", but Parker's
calling that a world of hurt at the moment.
Hey, if yer feelin' sick, why don'chew run on back an' grab some Pepto or
somethin'? I can handle runnin' the whole show.
Oh, SURE, next thing you'll be looking away while Frown uses the
whole damn table!!! Frown locking in an armbar, with his knee being used as a
fulcrum right on T.R.'s elbow. Mason Crow down on the ground checking for a
submission...and Frown pulling TR by the hair simultaneously, then letting go
when Crow looks up!
Hey, if the ref don't see it, it ain't cheatin'! Askin' Parker if he says
"Uncle" is his first order of biz-ness, ya know.
I know the referee has to check for submissions, but that's not his only
job, and I really wish he'd start doing more in there. Frown with a wristlock on
Parker...SWEET HEAVENS, FROWN TOSSES PARKER OVER THE TOP, BUT HOLDS ON TO THAT ARM,
AND T.R. PARKER'S ARM ALMOST CAME OUT OF IT'S SOCKET!!!
An' now we finally see Ronnie's gameplan - rip that thar arm of Parker to
pieces. Ain't that the arm he uses to lock in that thar "Strutter Cutter" as well?
Frown dragging him back in by the arm, Parker is in a lot of pain
right now. Frown pulls Parker in by the arm, scoop up..POWERSLAM!! Count of one,
count of two... Parker manages to find the strength to kickout. Frown
hammerlocking Parker again, but Parker fires an elbow to Frown's face, then to
the gut!! Parker's out...but Frown grabs him by the hair again..and a palm
thrust right to the chin of Parker brings "The Strutter" to his knees.
I think that shot got 'im more in the nose than in the mouth, boy. He's
got 'im bleedin'.
Parker is streaming blood from the nose right now, as Frown cocks a
big right hand back and punches Parker right into the face, and Parker slumps
into the far corner. Frown right there, irish whip out of the corner...reversal
by Parker...but Frown bounces right out of the corner with that elbow spear of
his, and that caught Parker right in the chin!!!
An' down goes Parker in a heap! He just laid out Parker cold with
that elbow shot, an' now Parker's got as much life in 'im as a piece of
raccoon roadkill.
I don't know how much longer Parker can hang in there, Frown hooks
his head from behind...SAMURAI BRAINBUSTER!!! That was the ORIGINAL Bitter
Pill, and Parker looks dead in there. Frown covers for one...two...
An' Parker's just been sent up Boot Hill.....
LIKE HELL HE HAS! Parker shouldering out of that. Frown now grabs
Parker by the hair *AGAIN*, tosses him into the corner....but PARKER DODGES A
FROWN CHARGE, and FROWN RUNS SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE STEEL RINGPOST.
I dunno whar ol' Parker found the strength ta kick outta that thar pin,
but he managed ta survive that drop on his head, an' ol' Ronnie charged his way
into a huge mistake!
Parker jumps into the corner... BRONCOBUSTER ONTO THE BACK
OF RONNIE FROWN!!! Is that a StrutterBuster?
Bronco Buster, Strutter Buster, it don't matter. Parker addin' a bit of
insult to the injury here.
And now Parker grabs the legs of Frown and yanks him out of the
corner, and Frown goes headfirst into the mat. And the Strutter is up, he's
bleeding, and he's *bleep*ed off!!!! Parker raises some welts onto the chest
of Frown, hard knife-edge chops stagger the former Cut 'n Shoot champion, Parker
with a boot to the gut, STRUTTER CUT...no, Frown shoves his way out of the attempt!
He ain't wore him down enuf, Cross. Ronnie weren't surprised by that move
an' he had enuf brains ta shove Parker off before he could get the Cutter locked
on.
Frown charges out of the corner, Parker ducks a clothesline, and an
enziguri by the Strutter sends Frown down face first!
That thar arm of Parker may be reduced ta nuthin' but he still got some
spring in his step, and gettin' them legs up to the back of Frown's head ain't no
easy leap!
Parker backs Frown into the corner...sends him for a ride, reversed by
Frown...AIR STRUTTER!!! DID YOU SEE THAT!!! Parker jumped up and did a horizontal
180 in MIDAIR before coming off the buckles with a flying clothesline!! Frown never
knew what hit him!!!
I saw it, but I'm all fer per-tendin' I didn't!
Parker breaking out a quick strut, then he grabs Frown by the hair...
DDT position...but Frown reverses it into a jumping inverted atomic drop!!!
An' that extra half a second he took fer that strut gave Ronnie all the
time he needed ta git his wits about him an' dee-liver that atomic drop. Ol'
Nicky-boy did it in his match, an' Parker fell into the same trap!
Real back and forth match here, Frown has Parker by the throat,
this could be the new Bitter Pill...but PARKER TWISTS AROUND INTO THE STRUTTER
CUTTER!!! And Parker starts heading to the top rope.
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An' lookee here. Speakin' of ol' Nick....
What the hell is Nick Rierson doing out here! He's got nothing to
do with either one of these guys!! Rierson on the ring apron arguing with
Mason Crow...and waitaminute, Zach Rierson on the apron...SPRINGBOARD CRAVAT
BULLDOGS PARKER OFF THE TOP ROPE!!! WHAT THE HELL!?!?!? Dan now rolls the limp
Ronnie Frown onto Parker....and Crow finally getting Nick off the apron...and
Crow counts the one....two....three!! Folks, The Children of Apocalypse have just
handed Ronnie Frown Win #1 on a silver platter! But wait, they're not done! All
three Riersons are laying a beating onto TR Parker!!! I don't understand
this!! Zach and Dan have a past history with TR, obviously, but why pick NOW to
strike!?!
I don't git it neither, Cross! These boys obviously on a mission of some
kind, but I dunno if they is helpin' out Ronnie or be sendin' a message ta Parker,
or whut they be thinkin'.
Dan gets Parker up....FULL REDEMPTION!!!! And Parker is dazed right
now, he doesn't know which end is up at the moment...Nick now piledrives him
onto the canvas... hold on a second...
(The SoloTron suddenly flares to life, showing a gold crown with a black
rose slowly descending upon it. "Shove It" by The Cross starts up and a man, wearing a
black and purple suit, with blonde hair tied back in a pony tail and blonde beard growth,
comes down to the ring with a piece of paper and an envelope in his hand.)
Hey, now thar's a famil-yer sign...an' a famil-yer song! An'
shure 'nuff, thar's the man it belongs to comin' on down!
Folks, that's DEREK KING!!! Derek King is on his way to ringside!!!
King was and still is the "Superman" of DCW! He's won it all, he's
done it all, he was *the* most talented and feared wrassler in the whole gol-
dang Delta area!.... well, next ta me, of course.
King is a former VCW/DCW "you name it" champion, one of the best
to ever grace that federation! But what's he doing *HERE*, and why now of
all times?
(King walks around the ring, picks up a mic from the time keepers table,
walks up the steps and steps through the ropes. The CoA have stopped their
beatdown, Zach and Dan now holding Parker up by the arms, while Nick has
turned to face King. They pause a bit, then King hands the envelope to
Nick, who opens the envelope, seems to count something and then smiles.
A switch to a different camera angle shows the envelope to be stuffed
full of dollar bills.)
OK, I see what's going on now! The C of A are nothing but a group
of hired thugs!!! King just paid them off to lay a beating on TR Parker!!!
(Zach and Dan hold up the unconscious TR Parker by the arms, as King
looks around the arena.)
[King]
So this is the so called Elite Wrestling Council, is it? If anyone had their
eyes open, they would know me. I am Derek King. And what I have HERE (holds
up the paper) is the best thing that could ever happen to you, (looks over
his shoulder at Parker) and to one T. R. Parker. THIS is a contract binding
me to the Elite Wrestling Council. The pleasure is all yours, I assure you.
(BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!)
Did I hear that right? DEREK KING has joined the EWC? I
have a REALLY bad feeling about this.
Bad feelin' nuthin'! I'm glad ta see that boy here!
Now, from this whole display, you can surmise that I have some
business with TR Parker. And many people will probably not know why that is.
And Parker (looks around at Parker again), that is entirely your fault.
(Some boos, much confusion)
WHAT business!?!?
Now let me tell you a little fairy tale. Once upon a time, there was a quaint
little federation called Delta Championship Wrestling. And Delta Championship
Wrestling had a lot of talented wrestlers, but very few big names. Trying to
correct that, Delta Championship Wrestling made the mistake of hiring one TR
Parker. One TR Parker who came in, grabbed the world title, and left, leaving
Delta Championship Wrestling to float its own boat. I stayed there. I tried to
help keep Delta Championship Wrestling afloat, while TR Parker turned tail and
ran to the Elite Wrestling Council, the so called big time, where TR Parker
could survive on his name, rather than his actions.
(MAJOR boos from the crowd, as King turns to face Parker)
But TR Parker, I am not jealous. I am not angry at you. Because I have seen
what became of you. *I* am a former World champion. A former light heavyweight
champion. A former world tag champion. A former intercontinental tag champion.
A former world six man champion. A Freebirds/Von Erich Cup winner. While you,
TR Parker, are just a FORMER. A former wrestler. A former athlete. A former,
period.
{The crowd is really not starting to like this, Parker puts up a small struggle,
but is beaten again by the brothers Rierson}
This is nothing more than a common mugging, someone needs to
stop this!!! What is King proving by doing this?
Just shaddap, boy. He's tellin' ya, but yew ain't lissenin'!
And what has made you that? I will tell you. Hardcore 'wrestling'. And TR
Parker, I pity you. I mean, look at you. You can not even stand up on your
own. But I want to help you. That is why I am going to petition to the Elite
Wrestling Council head office that *I* take your place in the Gauntlet, to
save you from further punishment. And when I do get in that Gauntlet match,
I WILL win the title. And I will make sure, TR Parker, that you do never again
get a shot at that title. Does that not sound nice? Knowing that you will
never again have to kill yourself for a shot at the title? That you will not
have to do triple somersault splashes to entertain these (motions to the crowd)
vampires? Does that not sound nice?
(King squats down in front of Parker, bringing himself face-to-face with him)
And remember, TR Parker... I am doing this for your own good.
(King turns around, leaves the ring and walks to the back, as the crowd boos.
King is met at the top by the woman from the limo earlier in the show, hooking
on his arm as they walk through the curtains. In the ring, the CoA decide to
leave as well, Nick laying in one last kick before leaving.)
This is one of the most disgusting displays I've ever seen. Does
Derek King *really* believe he's going to just *TAKE* TR Parker's Gauntlet slot
from him? Parker will wrestle with both arms and legs amputated before that
happens!
Well, say whut-chew want 'bout that, but don't fergit in all this, ol'
Ronnie is one step closer ta havin' a cakewalk to the ECW World Cham-peen-ship
belt!
Well, the paramedics are down here right now, Parker's in a bad way
at the moment - and that's the SECOND time that someone has been laid out tonight
by the Children of Apocalypse!! What's going to happen with the four way tag
tonight!?!