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| (The lights in the arena go out as the camera’s show a packed house for yet another TWW house show. All of a sudden, Some Girls Do by Saywer Brown plays over the PA sysyem, as Stephanie emerges from the back, almost in tears, with a microphone in hand. As she walks to the ring, she steps up onto the ring apron and then under the bottom rope. As she looks around at the thousands of fans packed into the Staples Center for the second house show this day, she begins to talk, wiping a tear from her cheek.) Stephanie:I’m out here now to apologise for my actions at the last show. What happened shouldn’t have happened, and I should have been at Shockwave on Monday. What happened at the last house show only a few hours ago was an accident. I was almost knocked out, and David took advantage of me. I aplogise for that, but Shawn, you’ve got to understand, I didn’t mean for it to happen. I was as shocked as you were. I’ve made sure that David has left the building, and he won’t be coming back. Suicide, please just come out here now, ebcause I need to speak to you. (All of a sudden Some Girls Do by Saywer Brown begins to play over the PA system as Suicide makes his way out onto the ramp, with a microphone in hand, wearing the same things he was at the last house show. With rage in his eyes he lifts the microphone to his mouth, and begins to talk.) Suicide:Steph, it’s damn lucky that b****rd left, because if he’d stayed around another minute I’d have sent him packing myself. I know he forced himself on you, I saw the footage. But what I also saw was that you seemed to enjoy it. But now, I’ll settle that with you afterwards, backstage, in private. For now I need to talk about my match with the Analcist tommorow. I realise that this Analcist is actually quite good, cos’ let’s face it-he managed to beat Chris Matthews to a bloody pulp, so he must be good. But that’s just it. You don’t f**k with my friends, and Chris is one of my friends. He’s the Real F’N Deal, and what are you? The Real F’N Tomato Peel compared to him. You see, I don’t have respect for assholes that decide to go around mucking with my business, and, to tell you the truth-that’s exactly what you’re doing. You’re mucking with Mr Matthews, and that ain’t a smart move. You see, I’m absolutely pissed about that freakin’ David b****rd, but I just watched footage again of Shockwave. I speciafically rewound it back again for your match with my buddy, and I’m now I’m real mad. But you’re not the only guy I’m mad at. EOE, you useless asshole, I’m gonna get you, and I’m gonna get you damn soon. So you better wtahc your back on Lightning, cos’ those damn Three Drills of Heaven won’t be able to stop your opponent. You see, your opponent is somebody I respct-not like-respect. And Corx, on Thursday, I got your back, but only cos’ of that jerk Jack Vendetta. Oh, and Vendetta, you don’t know Jack S**t about being in the big leagues. I was an EWA legend, a Cruiserweight and Tag Team champion, and what were you? A champ in a few nothing leagues. Punk, I’ll admit, you beat me, and I can admit that. It ain’t nothing to be ashamed of, because I also have to add Snake Eyes in, and Snack Eyes, you got my respect, but nothing else, but rubber johnny boy, I’m really gonna kick your ass someday. You see, I lost to you because of some guy I’ve never even heard of. Some guy who thinks he’s big. Thinks he’s tough. Well, E O F’N E, you ain’t big, you ain’t tough, but what you are is a freakin’ asshole. You sa you’re the Epitome of Evil? You probably don’t even know what that means. But now, I really haven’t got the time to waste on you, so remember this quick, short message-you’re mine punk. And when you make me mad, you don’t like me. And I don’t like you. So, I must quickly mention Chris. Man, you and me, we’re friends, and we made a great team, and if any of these jerks like the Analcist try layin’ you out again, which they will, cos’ let’s face it-you’re a legend, and everybody knows that to take out a legend will propel you to greater things-wel, I just want you to know that I got your back. Oh, and if David comes to ya, asking if you’ve seen Steph, please, I’m beggin’ ya-give him the Sideliner. And don’t take any of his steroids either. They’re bulls**t. Don’t work. Just ask Vendetta.Oh, and I’ve gotta give to Snack Pies for our match on Monday. You’re great. I mean, I’ve neevr been in there before with an animal, and that was what you are. Oh yeah I have, Scorpio was a hoar. Oh well, I gotta go now. See ya all. Wait a minute. I haven’t smashed this damn guitar yet. (With that Suicide walks up to front row where special guest Michael Jackson is sitting. As Suicide notices him he smashes the guitar over his head. Hard. Then he quickly cuts in with a little finishing line.) Suicide:Man, I’ve always wanted to do that to a damn Barbie Doll. |
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