March 24, 2002
We fade into this week's Sabotage, we see President Dupree, a native of Pittsburgh walking down the hallway along with Dazed and Virus of Worst Case Scenario.
Shaun: "We're gonna make one hell of a force guys, you just gotta trust me on this."
Virus: "You're higher up, and I defy higher ups because you know why? They always screw you over."
Shaun: "Whoa wait up here, we're all on the same page, the same level."
Virus: "So in other words we have just as much power as you do around here?"
Shaun: "You know I'll have a shitload of problems if I let you do that."
Virus: "Then you can't be trusted, simple as that. The rumor is that the big 3 around here wants to put myself in a match with Dazed and split us apart. What about it Dupree?"
Dazed: "I've been hearing that myself, you know we hit a deal with you last week and if this is where it's gonna land us then we're out."
Shaun: "I'm trying to avoid that, I'm the owner around here and I can do something about it. In fact I've got some papers I'd like for you guys to look at later on."
The three head into Virus' dressing room where he shuts the door. His girlfriend and a couple of his friends that flew in to see his match are present. He hears a knock on the door, one of his buddies opens the door. It's a delivery man holding a boquet of roses, a box of chocolates and a basket of teddy bears. Virus gets up to figure out what the hell is going on. He asks the delivery guy where this came from. The delivery man answers "John boy".
Shaun: "Oh shit."
The eyes of Virus pop up, he grabs the man by his collar and throws him head first into the locker, he proceeds to put the boots to the man. He grabs him by the throat and slams him down on the concretes. He gets on top of the guy and proceeds to bash the guy's face in with wicked punches, after every punch, he yells out "Snake"! His friends stop the beating from escalating to anymore violence. One of his buddies makes a wise crack about the presents, Virus tells everyone to get out of his locker room right now! His girlfriend goes over to comfort him, she attemps to grab his arm but he snatches it away. He tells her to "Get the fuck out right now." She is floored by his response, she slumps her head down takes the presents with her and walks out of his locker. He is now alone to focus on the one thing that has occupied his mind the entire week: Rattlesnake. We see Virus staring at the clock and cracking his knuckles in anticipation. Dazed and Dupree both converse outside.
Shaun: "I have to get this problem squared away, we can't have this shit tonight. I have to go find Domy and Leatherface right now."
The scene switches to the inside of the arena filled with nearly 20,000 screaming fans.
Ian: "Hello everyone, welcome to the third edition of Saturday Night Sabotage. I'm Ian Matthews alongside, well I don't know how to explain him..."
Rob: "That's right Ian, keep your mouth shut and let me introduce myself. This is Rob Noxious, your hero behind the booth and I'm the one saving this place from this pathetic excuse for an announce partner Ian Matthews."
Ian:"Yeah you know how bad it makes me feel when you put me in my place Rob. Get a grip will ya? More importantly, did you see what Virus did to that poor schmuck? He was just doing his damn job!
Rob: Normally, this is the time where I'd come in with a joke but looking at the intensity of the face of Virus, he'd probably break both of our necks for disrespecting him. This John-boy kid is messing with the wrong man.
Ian: Virus has to rid himself of all distractions, and it looks like Dupree is gonna help his cause somehow."
The announce team is interrupted by a voice coming from the UnderTron which is blank.
"A man without a place to call home, a place to say that he belongs to almost a feeling of not belonging or wanted. It's such a lonesome journey to take when you have no place to come home to. Will it get better, will it get worse, or will it just be the same?"
The scene opens in a large luxurious mansion where many expensive and
lavish
things adorn the walls and mantles around a glowing fireplace where a
fire
can be heard crackling in the large, but still relatively quiet home.
Finally the cameras continue through the mansion they come upon a large
collection of trophy cases loaded with numerous awards and trophies
inside
the locked cases. They continue down a long Oriental carpet looking
very
fancy. Further down they notice a large wooden double door made out of
oak
and eloquently carved design around its edges. As a voice is heard on
the
other side of the door one of the camera crew knocks on the door as the
voice is no longer heard. After a few moments pass a turning of the
door
handle is heard as the double doors swing open to reveal a man standing
there wearing a black Armani suit, and tie as he has his hair pulled
back as
a smile comes across his face as he motions for the cameras to follow
him
inside as the doors close behind them. They follow him inside as they
notice
a large desk on one side and they notice 2 black Italian leather
couches on
the other. On one of the couches a very beautiful woman is seen sitting
there in a very lavish and expensive dress. The man who answered the
door
goes over and sits down beside of her. She kisses him then she gets up
and
walks over to the other side of the room as the man motions for them to
come
closer and have a seat as finally he speaks breaking the silence.
"You know over the years I have seen so many people come and go all
being
claimed or labeled by someone as the best. Still not having done a damn
thing to warrant the honor bestowed upon them. Each and every time I
heard
this or seen it happen all I could do was sit there and shake my head
in
disgust, just waiting for them to crash and burn their way into the
abyss of
wrestlers who didn't live up to the billing they received. The
countless
individuals who were these individuals are now flipping burgers at your
local Mc Donald's or Burger King's making minimum wage trying to make
ends
meet., living paycheck to paycheck, living like no one should have to
live.
Even with all that being said some do make it in the business pulling
off a
rags to riches type of story, but most never do. Most will never see
their
name in lights being involved in main events or for that matter winning
a
world title or for that matter any other title. The level of
competition in
today's business is at a serious high like not seen in a long time
whether
they are good enough to complete with the veterans of yesteryear is
really
all irrelevant when you think about it. Who am I you may be sitting at
home
watching this and saying who is this man to judge people the way I have
spoken here to this point? I am really someone who has been around for
what
some people will say is way to long compared to the likes of today's
stars,
but to that I say oh well. I mean who am I to judge these things I have
spoken about to this point? I am one of the most decorated wrestlers in
the
history of this business so you can see if you look around this den of
mine.
From wrestling in the Toyoko Egg Dome in Japan, to packing Wembly
Stadium in
the United Kingdom, to wrestling in Germany, or for that wrestling
inside of
the home of the UWA's first PPV venture the historic Madison Square
Garden,
never losing there might I add, but let me get back to what I am
getting to.
I know some of you will know what I am referring to, but most won't as
I am
of a dying breed these days. I mainly asked you all here today to talk
about
my current status that being a free agent. I have been looking for a
place
to call home, a place to show my skills, a place to say I belong to.
Until
now that place wasn't found then I found the UWA. I saw them and said
to
myself why don't I give the people running the federation a call and
see if
they have any openings for a man of my level of talent? So since the
people
in the UWA headquarters won't answer my messages I figured I would go
one
step further this way you can't say you didn't get the message. So let
me
make it abundantly clear even for the most unintelligent person out
there I
will be at this weeks show one way or the other. My name you ask? Well
for
the time being you can call me the free agent. Until the next time good
night everyone."
To Be Continued….
Ian: "Free Agent? That's it?"
Rob: "Very interesting, this guy seems to be living large based on those surroundings. I smell a big name on the way Ian."
Ian: "Could be. Anyway it's time for the opening bout here on Sabotage."
John-Boy vs Domy
Amber: "The following contest is set for one fall, introducing first, from the State of New Jersey, please welcome John-Boy!"
"I'm a Slave For You" plays over the PA as John-Boy struts toward the ring with what looks to be some documents in his hand. The newcomer is greeted with a mixed reaction from the crowd.
Ian: "Well here comes the uh...well what can I say, the controversial John-Boy Rob.
Rob: "Well controversial or not, he has made it very clear that he is gay and seems to have a some kind of interest in Virus. He's not the kind of guy you want to mess around with, I guarantee that. I don't know if it's all a joke, or possibly a master plan from within the federation orchestrated by someone from Virus' past."
Ian: "John-Boy has entered the ring and he wants the microphone, maybe he'll explain what those papers are all about."
Inside the ring John-Boy paces the ring with microphone in hand, with a very serious look on his face.
John-Boy: "You know I've been a part of this promotion for a week now, and after a week I have to say I'm very disappointed. The competition is very respectable and it is a very skilled atmosphere around UWA. But the fact of the matter is I am being overlooked, not just because I am a newcomer, but because of the fact that I have been open about my sexual preference. Three wrestlers here in particualar seem to resent the fact that I am homosexual and have resorted to verbal insults and mockery directed at me. Therefore I have no choice but to file hate suits against three of your wrestlers Mr Dupree."
The fans nearly fall silent in the arena.
Ian: "Whoa..."
Rob: "I'm speechless myself Ian. Mr Dupree really doesn't need this right now, especially in his own hometown. I wonder what his response to it will be..."
John-Boy: "Those wrestlers being Virus, Leatherface, and Domy. Now Mr Dupree, I'd like for you to come out here right now, because I-"
John-Boy is interrupted as "Praise" by SevenDust hits the PA, and out to the ring walks Domy, Haley, Mascarita, and Dimno to an overwhelming response to the crowd.
Ian: "Well it ain't Dupree, but it's Domy and his band of midgets and Haley and these fans are happy to see him after the shocking comments made by John-Boy."
Rob: "You know if I were Domy I would just stay in the back right now. Forget about the match, there's a bigger issue at hand right now and things could get ugly if Domy pushes the wrong buttons."
Domy enters the ring with the midgets and his valet at his side and a microphone of his own. John-Boy looks on ready to defend himself from a potential attack.
Domy: "Hey Johnny, you gotta problem with Domy? All because you're the only one who packs the fudge around here. Well I gots some news for you buddy boy, I got the best defense around and they're all standing here with me. They're all straight too I might add. What's that? You laughin' at my boys? Dimno, Masca, sick em!"
A look of shock comes over the face of John-Boy as Dimno and Masca charge him and they each grab on to one of John-Boy's legs and begin to bite his calves, causing a huge eruption with the crowd. John-Boy tries desperately to shake Dimno and Masca off but fails.
John-Boy: "Get these miserable freaks off me now before I-"
Domy: "Before you what? Rape them? I don't think so. They're just curious, like me. I'm curious to know if you have anything between those little legs of yours. Haley, do the honors."
Dimno and Masca pull the legs of John-Boy apart and Haley steps up and kicks John right where it counts, and John-Boy falls to the mat doubled over in immense pain.
Rob: "Heh, you can chalk up some physical insult there."
The referee steps in to break up the chaos and forces Domy's accomplises to leave the ring. Masca grabs the lawsuit documents dropped by John and he and Dimno fight over them, tearing at them and gnawing away with their teeth. The bell is rung and Domy immediately heads for the ropes and from behind he drills John into the mat with a Bulldog. Domy goes back to work, pulling John-Boy to his feet and firing him over the top rope and sending him crashing to the floor. Domy steps through the ropes and out to the floor. Domy now grabs John and rams him face first into the steel ring post. John-Boy stumbles around on his feet, and Domy grabs him by the back of the head and with an Irish Whip he sends John crashing into the safety rail chest first. Domy pulls John-Boy off the rail and throws him back into the ring. Domy heads for John again and pulls him to his feet. Domy backs John into the corner and proceeds with his trademark Wall Banger, driving his fists repeatedly into the chest of John-Boy. Domy ends his assault and now Irish Whips John-Boy into the opposite turnbuckle. Domy charges at John, but John ducks the clothesline. John spins around and connects on Domy with an effective Standing Dropkick, knocking Domy back into the turnbuckle. John-Boy moves in and clamps on a vicious Headlock and pulls Domy out to the center of the ring, adding more pressure.
Ian: "That's his finisher Rob, the Headlock. John Boy is going for the win over Domy!"
Rob: "You have got to be kidding me. A Headlock for a finisher, what bafoon in their right mind thinks that they could beat Domy with a friggin headlock?"
Domy tries desperately to break free, attempting to whip John-Boy off but the attempt fails. Domy now drives a series of elbows into the midsection and again attempts to throw John off, but he still can't shake him. Domy now leads John toward the turnbuckle, he lifts him off his feet and sets him on the top turnbuckle. With John-Boy's headlock still applied Domy steps up to the middle rope. Domy pulls John-Boy back and they both sail to the mat as Domy hits a Back Suplex, finally ridding himself of the Headlock. Domy now quickly gets to his feet and heads for the corner again and climbs up to the top rope. Domy sets himself and flips off the top rope and lands on John-Boy with the Domy Driver. Domy now back on his feet again, he pulls John-Boy up and lifts him up on his shoulders into a Fireman's Carry, and Domy drives John head first into the mat with the Domy Drivers as the fans come to their feet and become loud. Domy crawls on top of John-Boy, 1..2..3!
Ian: "And the successful debut goes to Domy following some odd circumstances.
Winner of the Match: Domy!
Rob: "I told you Ian, there was no possible way that he could beat Domy with a Headlock. Talk about a moron."
Domy celebrates his win with his accomplises as they head for the back, and someone appears at the ramp.
Ian: "Take a look Rob, we've got some company. Or rather John-Boy has some company."
Rob: "That ain't just company, that's unwanted company. It's Leatherface and he's headed in to pay John-Boy a visit. He was another one targeted by John-Boy for that lawsuit."
Ian: "The maniacal one from Texas is in the ring now and he has his hands on John-Boy. Leatherface from behind with the Rear Face Lock, and down goes John-Boy!"
Rob: "Blade Grinder! Leatherface just wrenched the man's neck with that devastating move. Check it out Ian, isn't that sweet? Leather just blew a kiss to John-Boy. Sweet dreams."
Leatherface smiles at his fallen victim as he exits the ring. His theme "More Human Than Human" plays as he makes his way backstage, but another familiar superstar appears to be headed for ringside.
Ian: "I don't believe this Rob! We've got more company yet again!"
Rob: "Here comes Virus. You knew that was coming, you knew Virus was gonna come out here and let John-Boy know how he feels about this obsession of his."
Virus enters the ring and goes after John-Boy, rolling him out to the floor. Virus climbs out of the ring and grabs John and leads him around the ring, finally reaching the Spanish announce table. Both announcers flee the table as Virus clears it of the monitors and headsets, then he lays John on the table. Virus climbs up on the table now and pulls John-Boy up to his feet. Virus hooks John-Boy up and lifts him, and he plants him down on the table with the Total Infection. The table barely splits, and Virus now pulls up the head of John-Boy. Virus wraps his arms around the head of John and jams his thumb into the side of his neck for his Calmative. Virus pours on the assault as the referee orders the bell to be rung in hopes of ending the vicious attack. The scene shifts to the back where Shaun Dupree has joined Dazed in his dressing room with the two watching the carnage.
Dazed: "So you staged all of this? I like the way you think."
Shaun: "I had to get rid of him somehow, I couldn't have this guy running around causing a distraction to the most powerful alliance in this company, luckily I did because of the potential lawusuits. I figured this would snap Virus out of his foul mood, he's got a big match tonight."
Back at ringside.
Ian: "We finally have security out here now, and they're pulling Virus off of John-Boy. Amazing turn of events here early in the evening Rob."
Rob: "Yeah, John-Boy won't be in any shape to state his case. But he pissed Virus off pretty bad before. John-Boy wanted so bad to be infected by Virus, well he got it the hard way."
Ian: "Sorry to all the Spanish viewers tonight, looks like they won't have any play by play tonight."
EMT's rush to ringside to haul John-Boy out on a stretcher, meanwhile the Under Tron comes to life with action from the past two Sabotage events.
The Underground Wrestling Alliance is back and making noise once again. In just one week the UWA makes its way back to Pay-Per-View for the first time in two years. Venom-Dupree-Shin Productions and the Underground Wrestling Alliance proudly present Project: Genesis live Sunday March 31, from the one and only Madison Square Garden only on Pay-Per-View!
We are taken to the UWA parking lot, we see a shiny red BMW Series 5 convertible pull in, we see a well dressed man and an attractive young lady step out of the car, numerous security members rush in to hide their identity. We see Vice President Veronica Venom welcome the pair, we can't see what's going on but we can sure eavesdrop on their conversation.
Venom: I'm glad you made it. I was a little fearful that you're agent didn't get my fax. I'm assuming that the accomodations were satisfactory?
Man: It was. So tell me Veronica, do you really know what you're doing bringing me in here?
Venom: Some of my roster is getting a little too big-headed, I think it's time to show them what a true legend can do.
Man: Have I ever disappointed? I've traveled the world, fought the best that the sport can offer and I still stand tall. But enough small talk, we have business to attend to.
Ian: "I wonder who that could be Rob..."
Rob: "No sense in worrying about it, I'm sure we'll find out by the end of the night. We usually always do. Take it Amber!"
Steven Stagg vs. Wokateachi
Amber:"This next match is scheduled for one fall. Intoducing first, already in the ring:Wokeatechi! His opponent hails from San Francisco, weighing it at 280 lbs, this is Steven Stagg."
The ref gives his instructions and calls for the bell. Stagg comes racing from his corner & hits Wokeatechi with a flying shoulder tackle. He pulls Wok upright & proceeds to choke him across the ropes. The ref breaks it up & both men circle each other cautiously. Wok misses with a lariat and Stagg makes him pay for it. Steven Stagg with a knee to the small of the back. He follows up with a double ax handle to the back of the neck which sends Wok to his knees. Stagg takes a trip up on the turnbuckle & executes a moonsault.
Ian:"What an agile move for such a big man-that had to hurt!"
Wokeatechi goes down hard & rolls outside the ring to catch his breath. Stagg paces the ring as the ref holds him back from following his opponent. The ref decides break time is over & begins a count on Wok. He re-enters the ring at 6, only to be greeted by a boot to the face by Steven Stagg. Stagg closes in on his opponent, but Wok takes the low road & hits Stagg with a low blow. The crowd jeers Wok as he hits Stagg with a facebuster. He yells some profanity back at them & continues his assault of Stagg. He stomps him a few more times and goes for a cover but Stagg kicks out at 2.
Ian:"Stagg has had the tables turned on him by the devious Wokeatechi, he's not looking so great right now."
Rob:"Yeah trust the former WPW star to try and take the easy way out. I'm still betting on Stagg though, those underhanded tactics may come back to bite Wokeatechi in the ass."
The battle rages on with Stagg regaining his momentum. He & Wok trade chops & Stagg sends his opponent reeling into the ropes. As Wok bounces back off, Stagg catches him & plants him with a big slam. He drops a big leg à la Hollywood Hogan & Wok squirms in pain. Stagg isn't through yet & lifts up the fallen man & nails him with a Steven Bomb! The crowd is on its feet as Stagg climbs up top once again & decimates his opponent with a flying elbow drop. He hooks a leg & its all over but the crying 1...2...3! "Sober" by Tool echos through the arena as Stagg celebrates his win.
Winner of the match:Steven Stagg
The Under Tron takes us to the back as cameras catch RattleSnake in the back doing stretches and trying to stay loose for his big match later on. Back to the ring.
Proteus vs Gangrul
Amber: From Florida, weighing in at 270 pounds, being accompanied by Elektre and Andromeda, this is Proteus.
Proteus makes his way down to the ring where he is assaulted with the chants of "Copy-cat", a fan holds a sign that reads "We hate recycled promos".
Amber:"Joining Proteus in the ring, he hails from Parts Unknown., weighing in at 281 pounds, Gangrul!"
"Forsaken" by The Vampire Lestat hits the speakers as Gangrul slowly walks to the ring. Proteus charges at Gangrul but Gangrul side steps and Proteus falls face first into the canvas. Gangrul picks up the rip off artist, Irish whip, Proteus hits the ropes and is driven down with a
Spinebuster. Proteus body is shaking like a little bitch that he really is. Gangrul picks up the ingrate, quick boot to the chest, he picks him up for a body slam but Gangrul in mid-air drops the jerk-off in a diamon cutter motion,
he calls that the Osaka street cutter. Proteus tries to crawl away as we listen to him calling for his mommy. Gangrul with a couple of stomps to the body, the man from Parts Unknown flips the jobber's body so that his body faces the canvas, he slaps on a STF, he's giving up already. The ref turns his back so he doesn't see the quitter tapping. The crowd is getting
a kick out of all this. The girls of Proteus walk back to the locker, even they're ashamed of this asshole. Gangrul releases the hold, he has a huge smile on his face, picks up the unconscious Proteus, standing head-scissors,
he lifts him and drives him down with a massive powerbomb. He calls the Embrace. Gangrul stands on top of the body, puts his boot over the carcass as the ref counts the 1,2,3.
Winner:Gangrul Ian: My God, that was a SQUASH! Gangrul dominated from the start. I guess reusing promos makes you look like a jobber and boy did Proteus do the J-O-B tonight.
Rob: Well here in UWA, we don't appreciate cry-babies, Proteus found that out the hard way I guess. Gangrul's not done with this mental midget though.
Gangrul tosses Proteus out of the ring, he drags Proteus by the hair and the two make their way to the back. When they get back,
behind the curtains, we see the Commissioner standing there. Shin tells Gangrul to tie Proteus hands behind his back, Gangrul does just that and Shin gives him a manila envelope, Gangrul thumbs through it and we see that's it full
of green bills with Ben Franklin on it. For you dolts, that's a 100 dollar bill. Gangrul brings out a coffin, he tosses Proteus in there, he hammers it down with a couple of nails, he pours gasoline over it, he pulls out a book of matches, Shin pats Gangrul on his back as he leaves the scene.
The last image we see is Shin striking the match as we are treated to Proteus girlish screams in the background.
Ian: Uh........we better go to commercial. I smell a lawsuit....
Rob:"The Sidewinder can afford it, so don't worry about that, but I have a feeling we'll be seeing more of this ring. Battles like this make history, and you don't throw history away..even if it is disturbing. Let's go backstage while they clean this mess up..I think we have some live footage the people might be interested in."
The UnderTron glows to life and everyone's favorite VP, Veronica Venom is spotted heading down the hall with a suit bag in her hand. She stops in front of a door & starts to tap, but shrugs & enters without knocking. Mayhem turns around, with a highly pissed look on his face.
Mayhem:"Do you EVER knock? Can a man not have any privacy here? I could have been in the shower or otherwise occupied if you know what I mean."
Venom:"Like you've got something I haven't seen before? Chill out May..you & I are old friends, I'm not hear to try and catch you with you pants down, I'm bringing you a present. Not exactly a present, but it's something you requested in your contract. Consider this a show of good faith, me trying to put the past behind us. I still feel a little bad about the way our partnership ended the last time."
Mayhem:"Cut the crap Ronnie, we both know you loved sticking the knife in me *chuckles* Women are notorious bitches, you are the queen bitch, but it's all good-I told you that when you called. Let's see what we have here."
Mayhem takes the suitbag from Veronica & opens it. A satisfied grin spreads over the big man's face as he hangs it on the back of his door.
Mayhem:"Just like I requested, that man does good work, Ronnie. Even you have to admit that and your taste runs more to the slutty side of the spectrum."
Venom "Bite me Mayhem, Vera Wang isn't exactly trailer park attire. I had to call in massive favours to get him to design this for you, so enjoy it. Armani says that's the first time they ever designed a referee's outfit, so wear it in good health."
Mayhem:"Oh I will..my health isn't what you need to be worried about..."
Veronica is headed out the door but Mayhem's last remark causes her to stop. She turns around slowly and looks him square in the eyes. He is wearing that smirk she knows all too well.
Veronica:"We have an agreement Mayhem, I trust you aren't thinking about making this personal? Because if you are..there will be consequences. This goes down exactly like we agreed, got it? And more more thing-Don't charge anymore call girls to the company account. I am gonna play Hell explaining to Shaun & Shin why there is a cheque for 5 grand payable to "Decadent Delights". What the hell kinda name is that anyways?"
Veronica leaves Mayhem's dressing room slamming the door behind her. He stares at the door for a minute & grins:
Mayhem:"Oh it's going down alright, but things may not go exactly as you think they will Ronnie, nobody tells Mayhem how to do his job..nobody."
The screen cuts to static as we return to the UWA's broadcast team.
Rob:"This is gonna be good, too bad VVP wasn't able to see what we just did. Looks like the devious little woman may not get her money's worth out of good ol' Mayhem..but maybe someone else will?"
Ian:"Better watch what you call her, devious she'll like, but calling her a little woman may earn you a trip to the hospital, she was quite lethal in the ring if you remember."
Rob:"Ooooh I'm REALLY scared, Ian. *laughs sarcastically* Yeah, I know she could be quite the little dominatrix back in the day, but she's hung up her boots..at least for now-I think I'm safe."
Hardcore Streetfight: Jaguar vs Charge vs Jeff Storm
Amber:"This next match is a Hardcore Streetfight, falls count anywhere inside of the arena and anything is legal. Making his way to the ring, he is from Orlando, Florida. Please welcome The Jaguar!"
Jag runs to the ring armed with a ball bat & slides through the ropes, earning a good pop from the fans. Limp Bizkit blares through the speakers as he waits for his first opponent. The wait isn't long as "Getcha Groove On" is abruptly replaced by Metallica and Charge appears on the ramp. The crowd cheers the Atlanta native as he heads down the aisle. A woman at ringside holds up a sign that reads "Shock me Charge!" He pauses by her for a moment & takes the pen she offers and signs her poster before continuing to the ring.
Ian:*snickering* "He's a real "Prince Charming" these days isn't he, Ian?"
Ian:"Don't be fooled by the nice guy act, Rob-Charge carved a path through this sport a short time ago that some careers never recovered from. He can totally fuck your world up. Oh yeah & smile while doing it. See what he's carrying in his left hand? That's a chain partner & I don't think he's planning on locking up a bike with it. Jag & Storm may sport some link marks before this match is in the books."
Amber:"Joining The Jaguar in the ring, making his debut tonight-this is Charge!"
Amber waits for the crowd reaction to die down a little before she continues her introductions.
