[The show opens to show the MWF arena, the cameras within the audience flashing repeatedly as the camera scrolls over them in a frenzy.]

JP: Hello ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to MWF Dynamite! We're broadcasting live from Ardmore, Oklahoma! We have a sell-out crowd here tonight, expecting a lot from a show that promises a few star appearances, and a handful of great matches!

Sully: Talk about appearances! It has been confirmed that UWF legend Tempest is making an appearance!

JP:  More of the acute viewers will remember his past appearance in the MWF, but he was only really here has a teacher, but there are rumours kicking about that he will make a full ring return to the MWF!

Sully: Let's not forget that Thunderbull has his final match before the World Title match next week!

JP: Can he win the World Title in record time?

Sully: I don't think he can lose against Troy, could he?

JP: What are you saying? Troy is the World Champion for a damn good reason!

Sully: Well…

JP: What?

Sully: You don't think Ed's on the other bus, do you? Gave him the…ahem…shot?

JP: Don't be ridiculous!

Sully: What about Wayne? He's a little…y'know.

JP: He wasn't even in power when Troy won the title! An-

[As JP is half way through his sentence, the Titan Tron lights up and the rest of the arena lights dim down, apart from the few spot lights rolling around the sea of fans. 'Heart's Filthy Lesson by David Bowie' hits the PA as the fans increase the sound of their ruckus. ]

JP: Ohhhhh my.

Sully: Is that who I think it is?

JP: These may not be the UWF fans, but they certainly seem to receive him as one of their own!

[After leaving the entrance music to play on for a little bit, Tempest would eventually walk out onto the ramp. He would pause as he remains standing on the ramp, looking about, hair visibly wet and dripping as he stands there, taking his time to look from side to side at the people surrounding the ring and ramp on which he stands.]

JP: And here he is, finally making his way back towards the MWF ring. It has been over a year since anyone in either the MWF or UWF have heard from him, but now he is back, and looks ready to continue where he left off.

[Tempest, after observing the packed arena for a little bit, takes a step and moves down the ramp with purpose. The manner in which he was dressed suggests total business- but not the wrestling kind. He was in a smart shirt of cream and tie of dark green, and, despite the fact that he has doused his hair in water, his attire was very proper and also, very expensive looking.]

Sully: Something tells me that he has come back to do more than just wrestle, JP.

JP: Well, I wouldn't be surprised if you're right. The man has a history of getting involved with other people's careers in a more managerial role.

[Tempest adjusts his tie as he makes his way up the steps on the outside of the ring, raising his chin as he proudly steps beneath the top rope to get into the ring. He is handed a microphone as he moves towards the centre of the ring, which he grips firmly, and raises to his mouth. His music gradually fades away and allows him to speak. He does not immediately speak, however. Instead, he just waits, looking about the fans as he waits for them to quieten down. "Tem-pest-sucks!" is what they all scream in unison, and he replies with a casual tilt of the head and a frown before opening his mouth and speaking.]

Tempest: I would have thought that you would have grown out of this by now.

[He would break his speech, pausing to look about briefly as he stands in the centre of the ring, swaying on his feet ever so slightly.]

Sully: I hear that, Tempest.

Tempest: I mean, how long have I been gone for? A year? Maybe more? And still, you people think that screaming 'Tempest sucks' is going to get to me. You still think that screaming and holding your little signs will stop me from telling it how it is. Well, let me give you a little update here.  …..It's not.

[He would pace about a little bit, reaching up and straightening his tie as he speaks.]

Tempest: It really shocks and upsets me that after a year, you haven't been able to change. You haven't been able to evolve or move on. I mean, the Universe was made in a week, but there appear to have been no developments in the wrestling world of this kind.

[He would go quiet for a little bit, riding out the chorus of jeers and boos that grow louder with his every word.]

JP: This is hardly the start he wanted.

Sully: And how to you know that, JP? I happen to think that it's &endash;exactly- the start he wanted.

[Again, he would speak up, raising his hand and the microphone with it.]

Tempest: But okay. I can live with it. In fact, it is this that gives me a purpose. A reason for being. It is your stubbornness to move on and learn things that gives me meaning. Because, as I'm sure by now you've forgotten; I am the teacher. I strive for excellence, and I will continue to push and push until I see the world how I want it to be.

[Another pause as he moves over towards the ropes and leans over, raising a hand and gesturing in an indifferent manner.]

Tempest: But, yes. I &endash;am- a wrestler. I am a wrestler, and I &endash;am- being employed by Mr Edward Walker. The President of the MWF. But that doesn't mean that I don't have a purpose. Oh yes. I &endash;do- have a purpose. And that is to educate. And, like I said, without people to educate, then I have no reason, and you, 'loyal fans' of the MWF, are going to be my pupils.

JP: I don't know who he thinks he is, trying to take control of the federation like this. Makes me sick.

Sully: What? You're against someone finally stepping in to take a hold of the corrupt way that society finds itself in during this day and age?

JP: Do you…Do you even know what you're talking about?

[Tempest resumes talking, getting gradually louder as he does.]

Tempest: Yes. I am well aware that people are going to try stand in my way. They did last time I was here, and I was taken advantage of, because I was not in the active roster at the time. My job, at that time, was not to retaliate physically, but mentally and verbally. Now that I have a secure place on the active roster, I have every excuse to take those rebels by the throats and show them how painful my teaching can be.

[He sighs, lowering the microphone briefly before looking about. He would raise the microphone up again, the audience buzzing with excitement.]

Tempest: But not everybody here is bad. You see, over the past year, I have been watching the MWF, and I have been observing the various superstars that have cropped up. And, much to my disgust, we have a homosexual as a World Champion.

[Tempest looks thoroughly outraged as he says this, tightening his face, and baring his teeth in anguish for the very idea that anyone homosexual could possibly have any status at all. He would clench his fists, face tilted down as he grimaces, struggling to form words.]

Tempest: It's just…sickening. It makes me physically ill.

[This draws the loudest jeer yet from the audience as they observe the man in the ring that almost looks winded from the mention of the atrocity that is Troy Boy. Tempest straightens himself up as straight as he can, taking deep breaths as he appears to be trying desperately to calm himself down.]

Tempest: But…but, as ever, I have come to right this. I have come to right this…wrong. And to do so, I require followers. I need followers, because, as I have learnt in the past, as bold a…dictator as my self, is very susceptible to violent backstage attacks, and so I have already laid some roots. I have taken beneath my wing two (he gestures with his fingers) very established MWF superstars. Two.

[He would pause to show everyone the two fingers raised (note: not in a derogatory manner but demonstrative.) before continuing.]

Tempest: And I am looking to find a third. And I have him in clear sight.

JP: He already has two?

Sully: I wonder who they could be! Who are they, JP?

JP: Why not ask the 'teacher'?

Sully: What do you have against teachers, JP? Were you caned as a child?

[Tempest resumes, a lot more calm now then before as he speaks into the microphone.]

Tempest: I am not yet going to reveal to you any of these three. The two I have recruited already shall remain nameless until I see fit, but the third that I want very much to join my stable, will be revealed tonight. You shall see who it is I have in mind, and then you will see just why I am going to be the biggest thing to hit the MWF. I am installing law and order amongst the ranks, and giving something that is desperately needed in the world of professional wrestling.

[His music hits and he lingers on a menacingly blank expression before looking to the side and tossing the microphone half-heartedly to the side. The audience booing furiously as he makes his way towards the outside of the ring. The MWF music would hit over his as we are taken to an advertisement of the Troy vs The Hobo main event.]

Sully: Wow.

JP: Tempest, speaking strong words, but can he live up to them?

Sully: Have you forgotten what this man has accomplished? He's Tempest! The teacher!

JP: I know very well who he is. I also remember what he did to the both of us about a year ago.

Sully: Forgive and forget, JP. It's in the past.

JP: Well, folks. We have a bunch of great matches here tonight, including The Hobo's non-title shot against Troy Boy. This is the first time that these two have ever met in one-on-one singles action.

Sully: Poor boy versus pretty boy.

JP: It's gonna be a tough one to call. Stay tuned, we're coming right back.

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