-- Outside the Kiel Center in St. Louis, hordes of cars pull in from every direction. Countless EWA fans pile out of thier vehicles and meander excitedly towards the front gate. People from all walks of life are converging to one place for one glorious night of excitement and intrigue before the entertainment marvel known as the EWA moves on to the next town. These people are here to see thier heros. They're here to see atheletes like Erik Draven, Ruger Ice, Thorne Richards. People they look towards for inspiration two times a week. Who knows, there may even be a few people here to cheer on your friends and mine, Scott Tokage and Dave Drexxel, the BIG TIME in thier first ever EWA tag team matchup. Speaking of which, those two role models, those two paragons of virtue just happen to be mingling among the incoming fans. The camera slowly moves in on Scott "The Sh*t" Tokage as he is speaking with one of the nicer looking young women who happens to be clad in a Kevin Nash t-shirt. --

Scott: So, um, Shelly...

Good Looking Female: Sherri.

Scott: Sherri. That's not what I said? Sherri? Anyway, Sherri, I couldn't help but notice that you like the "Big Sexy". Well, you can rest assured that 'ol Kevin has nothing on this perfect example of manly goodness. I mean come on, just look at this physique, these muscles, this hair. You'll have to admit, I am the sexiest thing this side of heaven. Wouldn't you agree?

-- Sherri begins to look around for some opportunity of escape. Finding nothing she sighs and turns back towards Scott without answering his inquery --

Scott: I know, I know. You're speechless, huh? I took the breath right out of your sweet little body, right? I understand. I'd be the same way if you looked half as good as me. But I guess that's asking for too much. Oh well. So... uh... You want to go back to the locker rooms and make out? I've got a few hours before I'm scheduled to fight. It's not as long as I usually like, but it'll have to do. I...

-- Just then "Dynamite" Dave Drexxel comes up from behind Scott and grabs a handful of his shirt. He tears the reluctant Scott away from Sherri and drags him towards the arena. Scott continues his banter. --

Scott: So I'll see you later, right? Just go to the locker room area, they'll let you in. * Now shouting at the distant female * If you have any trouble just tell them Scott "The Sh*t" Tokage sent you! They'll know the name! * Towards Dave * Dammit, Dave. I think she liked me. Did you see the look in her eyes? She was hypnotized by my striking good looks. What's your problem?

Dave: Hey, man. We're fighting in just a few hours. We need to get focused on the task at hand, okay?

Scott: I'm focused. Damn. I was just trying to have some fun before we go out there and mutilate those poor bastards later tonight. You know what a turnoff it is to the ladies to have someone else's blood on your hands.

Dave: Yeah, I know. But this is our first match in the pinnacle of wrestling federations, the place everyone else wants to be, the EWA! After we're done showing the world what amazing wrestlers we are tonight, we'll have our pick of any fine female in the arena. Every lady in the joint is gonna want our bodies after they see what we're capable of doing, you know?

Scott: Yeah, I guess you're right. This is an important match tonight. You only get one chance at a first impression.

-- Scott and Dave pass through the front entrance and start walking through the crowd on thier way to the locker rooms. They get about ten feet before a man stops them. --

Man: Hey, hey! You two. Come here for a second, will you?

Dave: Well would you look at that. No sooner than we enter the arena than we meet up with one of our countless fans.

Scott: So, loyal follower, who should we make the autographs out to? You, or are they for your, wink wink, kids?

Fan: What? No. I don't want your autographs, jeez. Just tell me where this seat is. I can't find it anywhere.

-- He holds up a ticket stub --

Dave: Huh?! What the hell? We're not ushers dammit! Go find the seat yourself you ingrate! Go to hell while you're at it... moron.

-- The man promptly holds up two middle fingers and mumbles some rather offensive four letter words as he pushes past our heros. The two wrestlers shake thier heads in disgust and continue toward the locker rooms when Scott notices a news camera. --

Scott: Hey, Dave, check it out. Impromptu interview. Come on.

-- They walk over to the camera and stand directly in front of the lens. The cameraman tries to get them out of frame with no luck, Scott and Dave just keep blocking his view of the crowd. He decides that it's not worth the effort and films Scott and Dave as they speak thier minds on the upcoming match. --

Dave: Allow me to start off by once again saying how wonderul it is to be here tonight. This is what we've dreamed of our whole lives. To fight in front of the world. To be adored by the fans. To beat the crap out of whoever is unfortunate enough to step into the ring with us. Nightmare Squad, heh, I can't say that name without laughing. Nightmare Squad, you just happen to be the unlucky ones to be on the recieving end of one of the worst beatings of your life, finished off with one Damn Good Drop. After tonight you two will be chugging your brewskies through an I.V. Oh, and Boogie Man, no more interviews from the crapper for you, the next one will be from a bed pan.

Scott: Why do one from the john anyway? Couldn't find a better locale? Hell, sitting in a dumpster would have been more appealing than watching you move your bowels for two minutes. You're one stupid mutha trucka, if you know what I mean and I think you do. Hey, gotta keep the potty mouth to a minimum. Boogie-oogy-oogy had enough of that kind of toilet humor in his short tirade. And as for you calling us girls and such, well, what can I say? You must be blind or stupid. Look at us. God didn't create a finer more masculine body since the creation of Adam. We're all man, son. I myself have rather hot date tonight with a sweet little female by the name of Shelly...

Dave: Sherri.

Scott: Sherri.

Dave: You can't really blame the poor bastard for his stupidity, though. You saw him. He was drunk out of his mind. You see the way he kept giggling like a madman? Hell, he couldn't even talk straight. "Pooses". What the hell does that mean? He kept running his words together, too.

Scott: Yeah, I'm surprised his speech wasn't slurred. Probably only had a couple beers by then. By the way him and Darky were chugging when we last saw them, they'll probably still reek of alcohol tonight. Hey, Boogie. I hope your hangover's not too bad. You're going to need all of your faculties in tip top shape to keep yourself from getting too much of a beating. We're both hot to trot and ready for some moron bashing action. Get yourself ready Nighmare Squad.

Dave: Uh huh. Because after all, when you step into the ring with us, you know you've finally made it to the "BIG TIME"!

-- The two smile smugly at each other and satisfied with thier performance, they saunter off once again towards the locker rooms. On the way Scott sees Sherri in the distance. --

Scott: Shelly, Shelly! Hey. I'm going to the locker area. Meet me there. Shelly?

-- Pretending not to notice, Sherri darts behind a wall and hurries up to her seat in the balcony. She lets out a sigh of releif as she settles in for a night of pure sporting entertainment. She cracks as smile and thinks of Scott and yells cheers of encouragement for her main man... "Big Sexy" Kevin Nash. --

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