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| (The lights in the arena go out as Some Girls Do by Sawyer Brown begins playing over the PA system. Some footage starts airing on the Tidal-Tron at this special TWW house show. First it shows the EWA debut of the Suicide Kid picking up the pinfall victory over Titan and Mike Gill, then it shows Suicide losing to Chris Matthews and TMN alongside Rocky at EWA Extreme Pain. Next it shows Suicide's victory over Scorpio at It's All Over, and then his Cruiserweight and Tag Team title victories on split screen. Then it shows his victory on TWW Thursday Night Lightning, and then, it shows David kissing Stephanie. All of a sudden, from the back walks a figure we all know and love, with hatred in his eyes, guitar in his hand, plus his usual shades, cowboy hat, cowboy boots, TWW shirt and jeans, heading towards the ring. As he gets half way down the ramp, he looks into the crowd, takes off his shades and throws them in. Then he continues past the ring and towards the ring announcer, where he grabs a microphone and pushes the ring announcer down. As a sickening thud echoes throughout the arena Suicide climbs into the ring, throws down his guitar, takes off his cowboy hat, and raises the mic to his mouth. Just as he is about to speak though, Some Girls Do begins playing again, as Stephanie walks from the back with mic in hand, and guitar in the other. She is also wearing a TWW shirt, and a cowboy hat, as well a short skirt. As she walks towards the ring, she stops as she sees the hatred in Suicide's eyes. She takes the cowboy hat off and slides the guitar in the ring, and then stands still waiting for Suicide to speak. As he raises the mic to his mouth he is once again interrupted, this time by Rap Is Crap, by the West Texas Rednecks. As he looks on in pure anger David walks from the back, dressed in a white shirt, black jogging bottoms and a Nike Baseball Cap. In his hand is another microphone. As he stands a few feet away from Stephanie, Suicide raises the mic to his mouth to speak.) Suicide:Steph, what were you thinking? Why did you go back with that loser? He's a jerk. You should know that. Besides, what happened to you being with me at all times? I thought that meant something to you. I thought I meant something to you. Stephanie:You do mean something to me, it's just that David told me some things about you that I never knew before. Like jail. Like your involvement with some of the boys. Suicide: The boys? What the hell do you mean by that? Stephanie: What I mean is those men that took me hostage that time. The ones that made you blow up that resteraunt. Suicide: Sure I knew them. They were all my friends at one point. But that was a long time ago. I didn't have any money. I needed to be with them to survive. That b****rd Dane wouldn't even give me a couple extra dollars to get a godamn burger once. That's when I realised how cold and harsh he was. He promised me I'd be rich. How could I turn that down? You know how bad I was. I was livin' off the streets. Off any scraps I could find. But half of them were pretty decent guys. They weren't like Dane. They weren't involved in crime then. They were like me. Hungry, poor, and nowhere to live. I had no choice Steph. David: What about jail? How can you explain that? I'd love to see ya try. Suicide: Well, what I've said all these years is that I beat up a couple o' guys that tried to beat me up. But it's about damn time I told the truth. David: No, you wouldn't. You can't. They'll bring you down for it. You know they will. Suicide: It's not me they'll bring down and you damn well know Dabid. It's you they'll be after. You're the one that broke into that drug department that night. Gave that poor asshole an overdose. Killed him. Took away his life. Took away all he had. Took away all I had. That poor asshole just so happened to be the guy that helped me live. He helped me survive. He'd always manage to get me food, get me things to survive on. And you killed him. And somehow, you managed to point the blame to me. Make it look like I'd stabbed him. Stephanie: Stabbed? I thought you said it was a drug overdose. Suicide: It was an overdose, but this idiot here stabbed the dead body. Ripped it to shreds. The ran. Ran while I tried to help him. Dropped the knife. Dropped it next to me. I picked the damn thing up, out of shock, and tried to hide it. I was desperate, I had to get rid of it. And then the police arrived. The police arrived and found prints on the dagger. My prints. Somehow they didn't find David's. They just found mine and took me to jail. Luckily I was innocent. But the truth is, David always blamed Dane for it. But it wasn't Dane. He was the one that got me out of jail. He was the one that managed to pay off the jury. Sure, I had to break the law to pay him back, but that was life back then. I had to fight to earn hard cash. It's not like that now. I've got plenty of money now. And that's because of wrestling. Because of the EWA. Because of the TWW. Because of the RWA. Because of Dane. David: How dare you. You're not telling the truth. And what the hell do you mean? Because of Dane? That doesn't make sense. Tell me the truth. How did Dane help you? Suicide: He was my trainer. He let me train for free in his gym in Miami. He was a former champ you know. He held titles all over Miami, New York and Tennesse. It was like a dream come true when I used to be able to have the training of this guy. He turned down at least twenty applications a day for training. For me. (All of a sudden No Chance begins playing, and a dark, muscular man, in a suit and work trousers, holding a championship belt in his arms starts to make his way down to the ring. The man has a small beard, and at further glance the championship belt can be made out as quite an old one. Probably from the '50's or even earlier. It becomes obvious who it is.) David: Dad? What the hell are you doing here? Stephanie: Dad? That's Dane for God's sake. David: Dad, where did you get that belt from? Who the hell owns it? Mr Dane: Son, you have such little faith in me. This is my belt. I kept it hidden from you because I didn't want you to know about my wrestling background. So, we're all here then. Back as a big, happy family. Shawn, I'm glad you decided to finally tell the truth. I sent for the cops. David should b outta here very, very soon. And I'm glad you acknowledged my past achievements in the ring. Suicide: Woah, woah, woah. Just call me Suicide. We're on live television don't forget. But what the hell are you doing here? And I thought you lost all the titles you held. I mean, you lost half of them to Bruiser Brody and Bruno Sammartino. How come you've still got that one? Mr Dane: My boy, this is a belt that they changed while I was champion. They had a new belt made, so I was allowed to keep this one. As a matter of fact, I still defend it today. Oh, and get your facts right Suicide. It was not the '50's. It was the seventies. I was only 19 when I made my debut. Not many people can say that. Suicide: Well I can. I debuted in the EWA at age 19. Hell, I'm still 19. This is my rookie year. Mr Dane: And you've already been a champ. Twice. And more to come. Well done against Anarchist.... Suicide: Analcist. His name's the Analcist Mr Dane: OK. The Analcist then. I saw your match. I also saw your match with the supposed Hot Shot. Man, if he was wrestling back when I was he wouldn't have got anywhere with a flashy name like that. Come to think of it, neither would you. But anyway, did you see my match the other day somewhere on the indy scene with King Kong Bundy? Suicide: No. I didn't even know you still wrestled. Mr Dane: Of course I do. I wrestle all the time. Usually a few times a month. Not many places have heard of me. But anyway, why all the hatred to me before? I mean, you were practically trying to kill me when we last met. Suicide: Yeah, well I had my reasons. And when the hell are the cops gonna arrive and take your druggy son away? He's really bugging me. Stephanie: David. I believed you when you said those things. They were all lies. I suppose the only true thing you ever said was when you confessed to killing your mum. (With that Stephanie slaps David across the face and backs up. After hearing what Stephanie said Dane quickly runs at his son and executes a perfect swinging neckbreaker. So perfectly in fact that David is now on the paincrying in agony. Dane then continues to stick the boots in as he grabs one of Suicide's guitars from in the ring. After setting the guitar up, he quickly brings it down over his son's head. David collapses to the floor, just as police siren's start to be heard all throughout the arena. All of a sudden a group of ten police officers run down, all with riot equipment and nightsticks. One of them pulls out some handcuffs and locks them on David's arms as he limply crawls to the back with them. With David gone, Stephanie climbs in the ring, as does Dane. As Steph hugs Suicide Some Girls Do plays over the PA once again. This time out walks J.J from the back, wearing his usual suit and tie, with a cowboy hat, and black boots. His long, brown hair is flowing down his neck, as he grabs a microphone from a referee at ringside. He slides under the bottom rope, and takes off his hat. As he raises the mic to his mouth, he pulls out a pair of brass knuckles from his pocket and throws them on the floor.) J.J: Well, well, well. Dane, it's good to see you again. I haven't seen you since your buddies took me hostage, but hey. I'm not one to hold a grudge. Suicide, it's good to see that you picked up a victory yesterday. It's about damn time. You was cheated on Monday, and now the wrong hasn't been put right, but Anarchist's face sure has! Those brass knucks are vicious. They could break somebody's nose. Boy am I glad that you played that hard, steel tune over his head. He deserved it after what he did to Mathews on Shockwave. And I'm damn glad you got your revenge on the Epitome of Extinction too. Man, he deserved that. The question now is.....who's next? Suicide: J.J, stop taking Goldber's catchphrases. Oh yeah, and Goldberg, if you're out there-I'm ready and waitin' you freak. But anyway, now that we've done talking about wheel chair wrestling we'll go on to something more important. And that is, who really is next? Tuesday's the day of Shockwave now, and Tuesday is when I'm gonna wreak havoc all over this place. But, first of all. Who deserves some nice, country tunes. Well, Vendetta, EOE, Snack Eyes, Analcist, they've all had some. Ah, I know. Mr Asshole himself. Mr Vendetta. Sure thing, I already played some tunes over his head, but he deserves more. Man, I'm kind. I'm giving these tunes out by the handful now. And boy, these tunes are gonna be more leathful then ever. Now, hit our music. (With that Suicide, Stephanie, Dane and J.J all start to make their way to the back. All of a sudden, Suicide stops, spins around, grabs his guitar and smashes it over special guest David Beckham's head) Suicide: Take that you ponce. Man, will you ever learn. Shaving your head is not gonna make you a better player. You should know that by now. |
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