Our scene opens with the wWo hanging out at a club. The music plays loudly, and the colored lights flash everywhere. Toby has just come back from the bar with drinks for everyone.

Raptor: Okay, there are 2 things wrong with this picture. One, how the hell did you get into this club Toby? And number two, how the hell did you just buy drinks for everyone?!!!

Toby: *takes a sip of his Vodka/Sherry/Black label whisky mix* Aww, easy dad- Fake ID- Former Prez Mike gave it to me as a present.

Raptor: Oh, how nice of him. Oh well, I suppose that’s alright then

Toby: *drunk already* Hiccup! Excuse me!!!! *He walks off to go hit on some chicks*

Raptor: Well, what a week it’s been- tomorrow we’ll show those BWO punks…

Hobo: Yeah man, but I dunno if I want to anymore…

Wasabi: Why would you say that man? You’ve probably been the most excited out of all of us for this match!

Hobo: Yeah, I just dread the day I have to be face to face with Uglee Ashlee! Haha!!! *They all high-five Hobo*

Rachel: Yeah well, I think this lockdown is going to be awesome! Just look at the possibilities! Raptor is going to beat Primetime, Toby is going to whoop Gillberg and Kiel’s asses, E and C are sooooo totally going to defeat those reekazoids Pain and Suffering, and we, the wWo, together, are finally going to put the BWO to rest!

Wasabi: I feel a prank coming on!

Edge: Yeah well, as long as it’s not another Prank phone call, man, Badd Boy knew it was you!

Christian: And “you are crap” isn’t that insulting, I’m sorry.

Wasabi: But he is crap!

Raptor: Yeah, but you’ve gotta spice it up a bit. You can’t just say he is crap!

Rachel: You make it creative

Edge: For example- when Badd Boy answers the phone, try saying this- Christian, if you please?

Christian: Badd Boy? Is that you? Hi, how are you, you stinky pile of pig mucus? I’ve seen dog shit that had a prettier face than you’re girlfriend you ugly retarded felcher!

Hobo: Impressive!

Wasabi: What’s a felcher?

Toby: *returning* Oh, that’s easy. That’s when you *Raptor gags him with his hand*

Raptor: Don’t ruin Wasabi’s innocence!

Wasabi: Well, as long as it’s not as bad as that story you told me with Ashlee playing soggy biscuit, then it’s ok.

Toby: ASHLEE CAN PLAY SOGGY BISCUIT?!!!! *Vomits*

Raptor: Okay, I think you’ve had enough for a couple of months there, Tobes… Time to go home.

Toby: No way! I’m just getting started!

Christian: Dude, you’re fucked up the wall.

Edge: Go home Tobes, you’re completely off your face.

Wasabi: Actually, I think I’ll probably go home. I feel like a good (Censored)

Hobo: Oh man, keep it to yourself, please?

Wasabi: Why? What’s wrong with talking aboot (Censored) in public? I mean, everyone has (Censored) one time or another? I (Censored) every night!

Raptor: Hehe, just like Toby here- you can hear him through our walls!

The wWo all laugh, except for Toby, who has gone bright red.

Toby: Yeah well, maybe if you let me get laid once in a while I wouldn’t have to do that stuff!

Raptor: Just be appreciative that you can get laid- Think of how Ashlee feels?

Toby: Yeah well, I’m pretty sure she/he (Censored) too!

The wWo all puke and decide to leave.

The next day, the guys have all arrived at the arena for their Prez duties- Running a federation isn’t just fun and games, you know… Once they finish, they start walking to their locker room. Outside the door, waiting, is Michael Cole.

Cole: Hi guys, I was wondering if I could get an interview?

Wasabi: Yeah, sure thing.

Cole: Cool- Right, first I’ll interview Toby, then each different member, k? Toby, how do you feel about the whole Stable War match? What if the stable you joined a week ago collapses?

Toby: It’s not going to happen, Michael, simple as that. I have complete faith with the guys. I’ll be at ringside with the team, as will Edge and Christian, and I tell you, it’ll be fantastic. I’ve promised not to interfere, as have E and C, but we’ll be there for support. This is too an important match to screw with. But as I said, I have complete faith in the guys, I know they can do it, and I know that if Ashlee comes near me, I won’t have any problem pulling out a tazer and zapping her hairy ass.

Cole: Eww, gross. Aight, Toby, what about if you guys in the wWo win? Will you continue to run the EMF forever?

Toby: What do you mean, what if? You know it will happen, I just explained that. And yeah, the EMF is ours now! We’ll run it, just as fairly and un-biased as Ex-Prez Mike would have. Of course, we have to give ourselves matches every now and then too, though. But the wWo will win, it’s already set to happen. Dad, Wasabi, Hobo and Rachel are going to kick some major Uglee BWO hairy ass. They’re ready to strike, they’re prepared like no one has ever prepared before. All week, all these thoughts have been running through our minds. They all have been wondering whether this has been the right choice, whether plan B was a good idea. But now, I would have to say, it’s been fantastic. The entire Federation knows who we are. Everyone knows who the wWo are and who they stand for, and it has put us on the map, like we wanted. Now, all we need to do is finish it, and show the BWO that what we say, goes. That we back our words up. As Kid Rock puts it- “It Ain’t Braggin Mother Fucka if you back it up” And that would have to be the wWo’s motto. When you know you’re gonna pull it off, it ain’t bragging. And this isn’t bragging, it’s just a fact: The BWO are finished. They’re through, kaput, whammo, bye bye Ashlee. Of course, I’m sure this won’t separate Badd Boy and Ashlee. I’m sure they’ll have their boring middle aged family adventures for many years to come, and I’m sure they’ll both be around to whine and complain for many many more years, but, wes and CaRnAgE will have to fuck off. It will mean, they can no longer help each other, they can no longer Tag, Hang out, Chill together, hell, if they’re seen in public together, that’s it, they’re job is gone. Guarunteed, wWo seal of approval.

Cole: Okay, any last points?

Toby: Yeah, once the dust settles for lockdown, it’ll be a new era in the EMF. The wWo era. I’ll be Attitude Internet Champ, Raptor will have regained his Extreme title, and the wWo will forever be etched in the minds of EMF fans worldwide. The storm is brewing, and it’s going to be a hell-hole when it arrives.

Cole: Right, onto our next interview I suppose- Edge and Christian.

Edge: Sup Coleslaw?

Christian: Hehe, you’re such a geek Cole!

Cole: Um.. Right. Well, onto your thoughts on the Stable War match-

Edge: The stable war match? As Toby said, a storm is brewing. And when this match hits the screens of thousands of EMF fans everywhere, the shit is going to hit the fan. All hell is going to break loose, because both sides are gonna be desperate. But the wWo do have an unfair advantage- They don’t have Ashlee tagging along. Poor BWO guys, I can see why they are so flat and boring all the time- Having Ashlee around must be such a drag.

Christian: She’s so Uglee. But hey, all stables have their ugly member, just look at Wasabi. It’s not quite as Vomit inducing, but hey, it’s still there. We will be at ringside with the Gang, and I tell you, it’ll be insane. I can’t wait. I can imagine the crowd already, totally alive. Screaming, yelling, chanting for the wWo. People are sick of the BWO. It’s getting old, while the wWo is still new, in it’s prime. You’ve got wackos in the BWO like wes… Poor wes, what a fucked up name.

Edge: Ah well, poor him, I’m sure he’ll be much better off without Whinee and Bogg Boy.

Christian: Ahaha! Good one man!

Cole: Right. Well, how do you feel aboot the rumours?

Edge: What rumors?

Cole: The rumors aboot Ex-Prez Mike, aboot to fly back from Iraq?

Chrisitan: Not going to happen, sorry. That crate was Industrial quality. If anyone breaks out of it, they would officially be considered “God II”

Edge: Anyway, back to the topic of the Match, If Ashlee, Or Uglee, Or Whinee, or whatever you want to call her does anything stupid like coming near us, or parading her hairy backside around, we won’t hesitate to pull out our Tazer’s either. I’m quite happy to stun the bitch, as long as I don’t have to touch her!

Chrisitan: Eww…. Don’t go there!

Cole: Right. Thank you very much guys. Hobo?

Hobo: Yo Coley! Before we start, can I just say how much I love your work?

Cole: Really!?

Hobo: hehe, no!

Cole: Right. That’s it, I quit!!!

He runs away crying, as Kevin Kelly runs in to take over…

Kevin: Hi hobo.

Hobo: Hi Hermie.

Kevin: Don’t go there, please. Anyway, how do you think you’re stable will fare come tommorow?

Hobo: Well, unlike the other two interviews, I don’t feel the need to blabber on for ages. So let me say this. We’re the wWo. How do you think we’ll fare???

He starts to walk away, but Wasabi stops him and asks him to blabber on, because Blabbering seems to be the popular thing to do these days…

Hobo: Right, I’ll do my share of blabbering, allright? The BWO are a pack of dogs, let me put it that way. CaRnAgE? A big chunky freak who likes eating little children. You gotta beware of that guy, or he’ll eat your grandma and have your 4 wheel drive for desert. He’s a chunk, but a really stupid, slow chunk. He may have big biceps, but his brain is the size of a walnut- He comes from the dinosaur age, and we all know that dinosaurs are really stupid.

Raptor: Hey!

Hobo: Well, I’m sorry, but they are. Wes, the lanky, whiney nerd of a little brother… Even his voice sounds geeky. His entire image, including his name, just reeks of kindergarten. The guy’s name is Wes- I mean, come on! Look at him! My god, take some steroids or something Wes, because with a body like that, you couldn’t wrestle a fly. Your whole geeky look really is a put off. I can’t stand it, it just stinks so bad that I wanna kick your ass and send you to a sewage farm to think about what you’ve done. Then we come to Badd Boy, the leader of the pack. The guy just stinks of effort- Look at him. He tries so hard, and it shows. Phrases like “have a Badd day” and “that’s just too Badd” are so incredibly lame that it torments me for weeks on end every time I hear it. I mean, he is such an @@$. I can’t stand his F()K!NG @n@ly retentive censor$hip of words like d@mn and @$$. It $#!T’S me up the F()K!NG wall!!!! The whole guy just tries $oo h@rd to look cool, to be the top dog, but really, he come$ off @s @ loser.

Kevin: You’ve still got the $#!tty Censorship machine on…

Hobo: Oh, $orry! *turns it off* That’s better. The entire BWO just tries too hard, and they all come off as either complete losers, try hards, or stinkin morons. Frickin Idiots, as Dr. Evil would put it. I’m surprised they haven’t broken up allready. How can they stand each other? It doesn’t make any sense! I don’t see why they don’t all just scream “FUCK OFF” and break up. We’ll be doing them a favor tommorow, that’s for sure.

Kevin: Thanks for your time, Hobo, and now, Rachel!

Rachel: Thanks Kevin. I don’t know how much I can say actually, because the other 4 have really put it in perspective. I mean, there’s been lots of vomiting over Uglee Ashlee, there’s been nerd talk about Wes, and jokes about Bogg Boy and Whinee. I couldn’t of said it better myself, but I’ll try anyway. Over the past 6 months, the BWO and the wWo have definitely had their run ins. Ashlee and I have fought many a time, and the Womens title has gone back and forward throughout the time I’ve been around. We’ve got our history, now we have to end this immense feud once and for all. It’s time to settle it, to finish it. And if we had to take drastic measures to do it, then yeah, we will. We’ve already proved what lengths we’ll go to by sending our good friend Mike away. We’ll go the yards, we’ll roll with it for as long as we can, which is definitely longer than anything you’ve got Bogg Boy! *She holds up her little finger, making the small penis reference* I know it’s a bit of a personal reference, but you should of known it would come up in the proceedings this week. This is the wWo’s federation now, so how could it not come up???

Kevin: Thanks Rachel!

Rachel: But I’m not finish-

Kevin: Thank you Rachel, I’m hoping to keep this promo under 3000 words. Now, onto the eminent Prez Raptor.

Prez Raptor: Hey yo

Kevin: Are you allowed to say that?

Prez Raptor: Eh, Scott Hall’s been fired, so yeah. The BWO is a pimple on the ass of life. It’s the wart on a beautiful lady. They are a disgrace to the EMF, and I cannot stand it any longer. They need to disband, quite frankly, because I think they are the cause of the low ratings!

Kevin: Well, that’s pretty funny, because we have had the highest ratings in quite some time…

Prez Raptor: Yeah, that’s cause of us, the wWo. And the fact that people can’t change the channel when they fall asleep during a monotonous BWO promo. But hey, that’s okay. Falling asleep in a BWO promo is quite justified. In fact, Toby and I usually watch their promo’s right before bed- It’s sort of like a nice warm glass of milk- It helps you get a good nights sleep. Also, the mono-tone that CaRnAgE talks in is pretty good when you want to meditate- It’s almost like the humming of a cow. And wes whiney voice is pretty good at scaring feral animals away from your garbage, too. So, in one way, the BWO’s promos are good for household application, but in another way, they tarnish everything the EMF stands for. And I can’t sit back and let it happen anymore. I can’t let you ruin the federation that greats like X-Cold and Alex Salvatore worked so hard to build. The wWo’s federation now. I won’t let it be wrecked by a bunch of yuppie family geeks who find monopoly exciting! I’m sick of their nerdy ways, their shitty censorship, their ugly faces, and their boring promos that seem to last an eternity. It drives half of the northern hemisphere insane, every week. Hell, I’ve visited people who are in the insane asylum, thanks to the BWO. And some drugs too, but that’s besides the point. My point is this- What is happening needs to happen. The BWO being separated is what the EMF needs. And come Saturday, the wWo will be on the map. If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times, this match will show the wWo to the world. It’s make or break time, and it’s definitely going to go in the make direction.

Kevin: Well Raptor, tell me, how does it feel to have led the wWo to such great heights over the last few months with Wasabi?

Prez Raptor: Well, first of all, I’m not really the leader- I mean, the stable is named after Wasabi. But hey… You could call me the VP of the wWo. Sort of like Ashlee is the VP of the Transvestites Lawn Bowls club. But yeah, I’m proud of the guys. All they’ve accomplished, all they’ve done, it’s great to see. To be honest, we’re just a bunch of friends who wrestle together. We hang out, we have a good time, and we support each other. Some people have accused me of being title obsessed lately, and I admit, maybe the gold has got to my head. But I’ve realized- it’s aboot fun. Which is where the BWO have their little problem. Every loss is a big loss. It’s never aboot fun anymore, it’s about winning. That’s why they are so monotonous and slow- they never have fun with life, with wrestling. And I tell you, as I’ve learnt lately, the best motto is stress less- when you don’t care, people like you more. Life should be about fun, not complaining and whining. That’s why the BWO need a break from each other. That’s why we’ll be splitting them up tomorrow- Because maybe when they’re on their own they’ll realize that too- That’s it’s not just about winning. If you were undefeatable, there would be no-one willing to face you, would there? But back to your question, yeah, I’m am incredibly proud of the wWo, and if we do disband tommorow, they’ll be not one ounce of regret in my existence. I know this lockdown was the right thing to do, I know this match is the right thing to do, and if we lose, so be it, goodbye wWo. But I hope we don’t. I don’t think we will lose, but you never know. If the BWO pull some miracle out of Ashlee’s hairy pimply ass, then I’ll be cool, it won’t be that big a deal.

Kevin: And how do you feel aboot your son, Toby, wrestling at Lockdown, then accompanying you to the ring?

Prez Raptor: The kid’s got a gift, what can I say. He gets it off me. I know he’ll do his best at lockdown- And I know he’ll be on his best behavior at ringside.

Kevin: Thank you Raptor. And now, the final interview with the leader of the wWo, Wasabi.

Prez Wasabi: How you doin today Hermie?

Kevin: Don’t go there. How are you doing today Wasabi?

Prez Wasabi: Oh dear god. How do I feel? I feel nervous, excited, scared, proud, courageous, and a little flatulent. *He farts* Don’t say I didn’t warn you, I had beans for breakfast. Tomorrow is going to be the biggest day of my career man, It’ll be great- Not only do I have a title shot, and the chance to put my arch rivals the BWO out of business, but I also have the opportunity to put the wWo in the history books with the greats of this business. We have the chance to leave our mark, tomorrow night- And I’m not talking a small mark like a scratch- no no no! I’m talking a fucking crater! It’s going to be one of the biggest nights in EMF history, and it’s going to shake up a lot of egos, pride and tears. It’s going to make heroes tomorrow night, and the superior stable will be known, once and for all. It’s a match of epic proportions, and when the two forces of the Stable collide, all hell will break loose in the MCG, in Melbourne, Australia. And as the dust settles, and the people go home, only one stable will remain. And that stable will be the wWo. Because it’s our fate. And nobody screws with fate, except for maybe Planet Stasiak, man, he is one scary beatch! *he farts again* Listen, sorry Kelly, but it happens- I ate beans, so sue me. *Kevin faints from the smell* Okay, so maybe you can sue me now. Um… But don’t, K? *he turns to the camera*

Wasabi: Well Badd Boy, Ashlee, and all your other gimp friends, this’ll probably be the last chance I get to talk to you before the Lockdown- And it’ll also be the last time I can refer to you as the BWO. Because tomorrow, a new era of the EMF will begin. A transformation. By Monday, we’ll know who the superior stable is, and we can finally end this, once and for all. And when it’s all said and done, the wWo will come out on top. Because you’re holding each other down, over there in your camp. Here, there’s no bickering. We don’t have members fighting from jealousy, we don’t have the huge ego’s or the whiney voices you guys do over there- We’re still as innocent and as young as the day we were rookies- Hell, one of us is still a rookie- Toby joined the EMF last week! We don’t have the huge egos, the self love. I know you don’t like hearing any of this. I know you’re probably fuming- There’s probably steam coming out your ears right now as you hear this- But hell, what needs to be said needs to be said. The day I let you disband the wWo is the day we all die. The day I let you dominate is the day hell freezes over. And the day I lose to you is the day I die from exhaustion in the ring. The day I let Ashlee boast about how she defeated me is the day I go to an insane asylum. Losing to Ashlee is more disgraceful than losing to An Arkie in our 6 vs 1 match- I wouldn’t believe it. And CaRnAgE, that oompa loompa, or wes, the proverbial chiwawa of the BWO. All 4 of you guys, you all have your faults- Just like the wWo. But whereas you guys flaunt your faults around for the world to see, we keep ours off camera- for the good of the nation- With the rare exception of Raptor and Toby, who fight all the time like rabbits going after the same female. I’m prepared for tomorrow- All of us are. We’ve all been training all week, and when it’s all said and done, when it’s crunch time, and the pressures on, only 1 stable can win. And the wWo, are going to lockdown on you, tomorrow. When it’s all said and done- The wWo will be the only stable left. And it’ll be for your own damn good. And finally… I noticed something. I reviewed a tape of your promo on Timmay, and it struck me… You say that there has been a Curse on the world title- Everyone loses it on its first defense, right? Well, let me tell you this. The only curse on the world title, is you, and it’s one I intend to break. And if I have to split up the BWO to do it, then so be it… I’ll do it quite happily. But when it comes down to it, when the match becomes a 1 on 1 affair… I hope its you and me, 1 on 1. Because it would do me a world of good, to batter and break your scrawny weak body, and to tear you in half, just like the wWo will do to your pathetic, weak little stable!!!!

He stares at the camera and laughs as “Click Click Boom” Saliva plays. The scene fades to black