Post by The Pac on Apr 23, 2013 23:53:40 GMT -5
"The past is never dead. It's not even past." - William Faulker
"The Doctor once said: 'Time is a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey...stuff.' This could not be more true. Time is more fluid than any of you could ever imagine...One minute you are sitting on a park bench on the corner of Huchinson Avenue. The next minute finds you delighting yourself with a scrumtious Lucky Dog a block from Bourbon Street. Ultimately you then find yourself getting your leg blown off by a Chechen with more fire power than a fertilizer plant...For what it is worth one simply does not know where time will take him or her. Hell, backwards is even an option for time. Prime example: Battle Finale Three is finally among us and retro seems to be the word of the dayfor this event. Okay. Retro it is. Of course, if you know anything at all about The Pac, we do not just do things at face value...Oh no. P.C.W. wants retro? Then the times they are a-changin'."
Our scene promptly opens in New Orleans, Louisiana on a warm and sunny spring day. A slight breeze from Pontchartrain flows through the city as business people and thrill seekers alike fill the streets. On Bourbon Street we find the usual debauchery of porn and abusive alchohol consumption on prevalent display. In the French Quarter we find droves of people of all ages taking part in leisure shopping, horse-drawn carriage rides, or in some of New Orleans' finest culinary experiences. One such experience is found in the excellent establishment of the Silver Dragon located, not in the French Quarter but, in the Garden District of New Orleans. The mid-afternoon lunch rush finds The Phantom's pride and joy packed with patrons from all over and ranging from the quiet suburban family to the hustling business associates looking to score their next big deal. Phantom, the beloved owner, is seen roaming the restaraunt, table by table, meeting with his cherished patrons.
Phantom is wearing a fine Armani suit with hand polished shoes and his ever familiar silver mask. After shaking hands with the father of a small family from St. Louis and entertaining the man's daughter by giving her a piece of candy, Phantom spots, in his eyes, an eye sore. This eye sore is none other than David the Retarded Barbed-Wire Wrapped Midget with a Taco. David is seen waddling and weaving in and out of the many tables, hitting just about ever chair he comes across. A few surprise shrieks from a couple of female patrons somewhat quiet the place down as David steps on one female patron's foot and then steps on another's dress. David, of course, pays none of this any mind as Phantom catches up to him and stops him in his tracks...
Phantom: No, no, no! You! Out!
David: tACo?
Phantom: No! No tacos!
David: PiZza!
Phantom: Absolutely not! No pizza, no tacos, no big macs..NO!
Phantom tries to get a hold of David, but David gives him the slip.
David heads straight to the bathroom door and tries to kick it open a la badass style...but fails and falls flat on his hind end. David gets back up to his feet and takes a few steps backwards. With a determined look upon his face, which includes his tongue hanging out, David charges at the bathroom door causing it to swing open. David then stands in the middle of the doorway to catch the door on the return. Catching the door, David retrieves a small wooden block from inside his pants and places it between the door and frame propping it open enough so that he can get back out. David disappears behind the door as we hearsome rustling. Twenty seconds could not have passed before the door is pulled open. Out steps David who, now, is almost unrecognizable. David is seen wearing denim overalls, a white t-shirt underneath, brown stel-toed work boots, and has a utility tool belt around his waist. David looks around for a second befor heading straight into the kitchen of the Silver Dragon. Upon immediate entrance he is flagged down by one of the many chefs. This chef looks a bit relieved to see David. The chef makes his way towards David and upon doing this he then begins to explain some issues that seem to be plaguing the kitchen. David just stands there and says nothing.
After being explained the issues of the Silver Dragon kitchen, David straightens up his tool belt and begins to waddle slowly around the kitchen, poking at things and people with a wrench. Kitchen staff are stepping over and around David as he makes his way through, finally stopping at a turned off stove/oven. From across the kitchen we can hear a chef yell that this particular stove is the one in need of service. David stands in front of this piece of equipment for a moment before poking it, too, with his wrench. After multiple pokes, David suddenly begins to beat it full on with his wrench for a few seconds. A few of the kitchen staff look worried and try their best to steer clear of David.
Soon David regains his composure and opens the from door of the oven to take a look inside. After peering left and right many times, David finally climbs on into the oven itself...being small has both its advantages and disadvantages...Anyway, David removes the oven racks and throws them aside so that he can fit into the oven better. Once inside he sits down on top of the bottom burner as he looks around. After giving it a look of approval, David proceeds to shut the door of the oven with himself still inside. More of the kitchen staff become perplexed at David's odd behavior..but fail to question anything. After a few short seconds of quiet inside the oven, we begin to hear some of the most impossible sounds resonate from inside...the sounds of hammers, saws, and even a jack-hammer are heard coming from inside the closed oven. Pretty soon some people are almost positive that they heard the sounds of a heavy duty truck being operated, as well. Who knows.
After what seemed like a few hours, but only a few minutes, David finally emerges from the inside of the oven. Covered in a mixture of what looks to be soot, tar, and saw-dust..David nods his head in approval of his unorthodox work. With some kitchen staff scratching their heads, David pays them no mind as he continues his inspection of the Silver Dragon kitchen. Now located in the back corner of the kitchen area, David spots what he thinks is a water line to clean himself. With no one immediately around to tell him otherwise, David waddles over to the metallic looking line and begins to tug hard on it. Everyone is too busy to realize that David is, in fact, tugging on a gas line. After a few heaves and a few ho's David manages to at least separate the gas line from the wall by a few centimeters. Aggrivated at this, David decides to leave the line alone and continue on his merry way, finding a back door to the restaraunt and leaving...
~~~~Thirty Minutes and Blocks Away~~~~
David is happily sitting in Jynx's lap on a park bench in New Orleans' Jackson Square. Acompanying them are none other than The Devil Himself Dante Daevain, Richard Steele, and William Steele. William looks a bit impatient as he fiddles around with his iPhone. Richard seems entertained with a yo-yo he is playing with and Dante looks to be in a bit of discomfort. Dante shifts around on the bench a couple of times before seemingly getting comfortable..only to begin shifting some more...Finally, Dante shifts to turn and face Richard. Dante thinks for a second before extending his hand out towards Richard and sticking his pointer finger out...
Dante: "Pull my finger."
Everyone...William, Jynx, and Richard all look at Dante like he has gone absolutely insane. But, of course Richard being Richard, he happily takes Dante up on his offer to pull his finger. Richard chuckles as he pulls Dante's finger. There is absolutely no sound what-so-ever until....
BOOOM!!!
A sudden explosion rocks the city of New Orleans, coming from the direction of the Silver Dragon restaraunt. Some people are seen panicking and others are seen on their phones making emergency calls and videos of the event. Dante has a look of bliss on his face as Jynx picks David up and the two of them are looking in the direction of the explosion. Smoke is rising fast into the sky as we overhear a nearby police radio confirm that it was, indeed, the Silver Dragon restaraunt that exploded with many people inside. William snaps a picture of the rising smoke and tweets it on his iPhone. Richard, however, is seen with a drop jawed look on his face as he cannot believe what just happened. Richard looks down at Dante, still with his jaw dropped as the scene slowly fades out.
~~~~Twenty-Four Hours Later...~~~~
...Our scene fades back in to the hot and humid, but beautiful, city of Houston, Texas. We find the infamous Devil Himself taking a leisure stroll near Reliant Stadium. Crowds are gathered nearby for a spring scrimmage held by the Texans. Dante, in his patented off-white silk suit, is recognized by a few of the gathered crowd. Dante obliges those few fans with autographs and pictures and even surprises two of them with suite tickets to the next P.C.W. Pay-Per-View Battle Finale III. Just off to the left of the crowd is a Taco stand that catches Dante's eye. After mingling with his fans, Dante heads on over to the Taco stand. What Dante finds should be no secret or surprise to the world...David the Retarded Midget dressed, in full, as a cowboy and operating his very own Taco stand...
Dante: "Is there anything that you do not do, David?"
David: TaaCo.
Dante: "I would say you are a genius for that, David...but you know I cannot do so with a clean conscience."
David: PizZZA!
Dante: "You stole the hat?"
David: TaCO Big!
Dante: "...And the Taco stand?...Did you at least get the lasso for free?"
David: MAc pizzA tAcOO!
Dante: "...The prostitute on the corner for three-fifty? Okay..That is a little too kinky, even for me."
David: Taco?
Dante: "Why, of course, my multiply challenged friend...but I am no fool. A taco from you is last on my list of things to eat in this world."
David: bIg.
Dante: "Nope."
David: PIzzA sUpEr biG!
Dante: "Still...nope."
David: TacO sUPer big BIg taCo mAc TAcO piZza PIZza TaCO MaC sUpEr Taco taco Super super super Taco taco pizza Mac mac super taco biiiig mac supperrrr SUPER pizza taco....PIzza suPER taco taco MAC PIZZA TACO pizza taco taco biG MaC pizza taco superrrrr....Big mac pizza taco super pizza taco mac taco TACO Taco taCO BIg SUper mac taco pizza PIZZA mac tacoooo!!...Taco super MAC BiiiiG pizzzzzza Pizza piZZA taco Taco SUPER sUPer taco Taco taco Big Mac Pizza Mac...
Dante: "Well...That changes things a bit. Really sheds light on the matter, you know! Who would have thought that Costco would be the answer? That is really perplexing, David. I'll take one."
After those reassuring words from David, Dante shakes his head and purchases a Taco. The exchange goes off without a hitch. Dante is handed his delightfully edible looking Taco and he goes about his business continuing his stroll. Dante takes in some of the local surroundings of Houston as he enjoys his delicious Taco from David's stand.
After his quick lunch, Dante heads to a nearby mall where P.C.W. is holding a promotional event for the road leading up to Battle Finale Three. The scene fades as Dante gets into his Escalade and drives to the event...
~~~~Fourty-three Minutes Later...~~~~
Our scene opens up outside of the Magnolia Hotel, still in Houston. Our scene dissolves inside to one of the many lavish rooms where we are immediatly graced with the presence of Pac members William Steele and David the Retarded Barbed-Wire Midget Cowboy. William is seen on the phone conducting an interview for Premium Wrestling Magazine for the approaching Battle Finale Three. David...Well, David is being David. David is straddling the leisure chair in the living area of the hotel room as if it is a bucking bronco. David's cowboy hat falls off onto the floor before he bucks himself off of the chair to retrieve it. David hits the hotel room floor with a thud as we hear the spurs on his cowboy boots make that awesome *ching* sound. After getting himself back to his feet, David gets his hat and puts it back on, thinking he is John Wayne. Then, David reaches for his lasso and throws it around the bronco chair and begins to hog tie it to the best of his ability...which is not very good. William, trying to ignore all the noise that David is making, has had just about enough. William calmly puts his phone down and covers the speaker...
William Steele: David! For the love of all the Tacos in America...Be quiet!!
David, somewhat minding William, tones his actions down just a bit as he gives up on the chair. David unties his lasso from the chair and instead begins to swing it around and around while mumbling something about Tacos, of course. Not really paying it any mind, Williams walks over to the balcony of the hotel room so that he can, at least, get that far from David. William continues to conduct his phone interview as David now walks around the room swinging his lasso with pretty good form...
The scene suddenly switches to the outside street level as we see Dante Daevain's Escalade pull up to the valet parking in front of the hotel. Dante slowly gets out of his Escalade and he does not look too well. Somewhat slumped over, Dante gingerly hands his keys to the valet boy as he props himself on the hood of his own vehicle.
Valet Boy: Sir...Sir? Are you alright?
Dante does not answer but he does nod reassuringly to the valet boy. Suddenly we hear a shriek of a woman nearby. The woman is near to tears as she continues to scream and point upwards. The camera changes focus from Dante and instead searches upwards where the woman was pointing. What we find is rather a shock. Dangling from a rope off the side of the balcony is William Steele. Flailing his arms, William cannot reach anything to brace himself, nor can he get the rope from around his neck enough to breathe. People street level are causing a panic as they helplessly look on at William Steele, now not moving and lifeless. As if a scene out of a bad horror film we hear yet another woman shrieking in terror, this time we do not have to go far to see what is going on. Lying on the ground is P.C.W. Superstar Dante Daevain. Dante is convulsing with seizures and foaming at the mouth. The seizure becomes more and more violent. Minutes pass before ambulance arrives on the scene. The paramedics immediately begin to tend to Dante as one of the bystanders tries to explain to another paramedic about the man who was hung from his hotel balcony. The bystander points to where William Steele was hanging...Was. No longer do we see a lifeless body hanging by a rope. None-the-less the paramedic rushes inside the hotel to investigate the scene.
Meanwhile...Dante is being helped into the ambulance. Dante is unresponsive and they quickly hook him up to an I.V. and a heart monitor. What we hear becomes all to real as the heart monitor is flat lined. The sounds pierces the air to those surrounding the area. Paramedics immediately begin C.P.R. as our scene slowly fades out to black with the sound of the flat line...
~~~~A Week and a Half Later...~~~~
The sound of the flat line fades out as we now hear the sounds of your typical hospital. Phones ringing, patients crying, heart monitors beeping, and restless children not being attended to by their parents. Our scene opens up to see a well built man standing in full view of our camera. This man looks strangely familiar...but it really is hard to tell. The man is seen wearing black polished boots, black jeans, a leather belt, a black button down long sleeved work shirt, black grappling gloves, and a black backwards beret. This guy is looking sharp. In the face, this man seems all too familiar, but with the white and black face paint around his eyes and down his cheeks we cannot get the full features of his face. The man puts his thumbs into the pockets of his jeans as the camera begins to pan around behind this man. After a couple of seconds of focusing, there is a chilling sight to behold...
Two hospital beds lay side by side with all of the necessary equipment beside them. The occupants of these beds are all too familiar...On the left bed lays none other than who we know to be William Steele. There is a very red mark around his neck where the rope had hung him...but he seems very much alive. In the bed to his left is the man that we know to be The Phantom...Only Phantom is now wearing a lavish green mask instead of his normal one. The man standing in front of their beds suddenly speaks.
Unidentified Man: Alright, you two...Get your lazy asses up!
The man said this with so much conviction that both of the current hospital residents awaken. Dazed and very out of it, they take some time to adjust themselves. They both hold their heads in pain and look around through their hazy eyes. Both seem to find the man standing at the foot of their beds at almost the same time. They both squint their eyes while the one known as Phantom rubs his and tries to make sense of what he thinks he sees.
"Phantom": We have got to be dreaming. Are you seeing this?
The other man rubs his eyes as well...
"William Steele": No idea what you see...But I see Dark Demon.
"Phantom": Demon? Is..Is that really you??
The man at the foot of the beds nods his head with a smile on his face.
Dark Demon: Daf. Dragon. It's been a while. I hope the two of you are doing well. Came as soon as I heard.
Dragon looks a bit perplexed and reaches over for a small mirror at his bedside. Dragon looks at himself in the mirror and looks a little impressed.
Dragon: What do ya know...The Dragon.
Daf gives Dragon a bit of a crazy look.
Daf: Were you expected someone else? Why the hell would you be anyone else?
Dragon pauses for a second...
Dragon: No clue. Just feel like...Like..I'm someone else. That's all.
Daf: Well...You're not.
Dark Demon interjects...
Dark Demon: Well...you guys will be getting out in a few days. We'll fly out once you are and we'll head to Sacremento.
Daf: What's in Sacremento?
Dark Demon: We have a house show to go to. Did you guys forget that you are professional wrestlers?
Dragon: Well..my memory is just a tad hazy..At least we know who we are...
Dark Demon: Truth. Okay..I'm going to get out of here and run some errands. I'll bring dinner.
The scene fades out.
~~~~Three Days Ago...~~~~
The crowd in Sacremento is hot. They are all fired up for the P.C.W. action that has been brought to them. Match after match gets the crowd riled up even more. Round about the middle of the show, the action slows down just a bit. After two up and comers were allowed to showcase their talent for the development staff, we are now graced with the lovely sounds of the Wolfpac Theme blaring out of the arena speakers. The crowd goes wild with anticipation. Cheers, though, kind of die down just a but when they catch glimpse of Dark Demon and The Dragon coming out from behind the backstage curtain. Demon and Dragon are pumped up as they stand atop the small stage area and look out upon the crowd. Both men throw up the old school Wolfpac gesture as they begin to make their way down to the ring, slapping hands of fans along the way. The crowd gets a bit louder as they see these two interact. Dark Demon and Dragon make a once around the ring for the fans before both sliding into the ring. Dark Demon is seen wearing his all black casual look minus his gloves, but keeping the backwards beret. Dragon is wearing a pair of blue jeans, a white button down shirt that is untucked and a blazer to match. Demon and Dragon both get microphones from the ringside technician and wait for the crowd to die down a bit after their music stops playing. A 'Wolfpac' chant is echoing through the arena before finally dying down enough for the two men to speak.
Dark Demon: What...a crowd!
The crowd cheers loudly again for a moment...
Dark Demon: I mean..Wow! I guess The Wolfpac is definitely in the house tonight!
The crowd cheers even louder...
Dark Demon: Old school. That's what this is. Plain and simple. I think I remember how to do this. Don't quote me on that, though. Dragon, would you like to start off these festivities?
Dragon raises his mic to speak.
Dragon: Certainly!
Dark Demon interrupts...
Dark Demon: But before you do...let us just clarify that come Battle Finale Three...All hell breaks loose!
The crowd erupts in massive cheers. Dragon allows them to calm befor he gets right to the point at hand.
Dragon: They come, they go, they come back again...
Dark Demon interrupts again.
Dark Demon: Weren't those a couple of Wes Craven movies?
Dark Demon and Dragon share a chuckle before Dragon shaves his head with a smile and picks right back up.
Dragon: ...That seemed to be the tale of The Phantom’s life in PCW. He knows what you are all thinking. There’s the weak link of The Pac, there’s the one we gun for. But therein lies your problem, you all think too much. With The Pac, there really isn’t much thinking for us to do. It doesn’t take a lot of thinking to beat worthless competition to a bloody pulp. There really isn’t much for us to know about anyone we face other than the job that needs to be done. Battle Finale Three is no different. The lights don’t need to be bright, the crowds don’t need to be large, and the opponents don’t need to be anything special, it’s all going to end the same, with you nursing your wounds and The Pac walking out with what is rightfully ours.
Dragon lowers his mic and looks a little confused, again...
Dragon: ...But herein lies the other issue. The Phantoms have taken a backseat and the Dragon that once was buried has risen to the surface. The past is here, but the present is before us. In the past there was never a weak link. There was never one to gun for. This problem is now your problem. We have seen what you have to offer J.T. and Kevin. Needless to say your reputation precedes you. Demon and I thank you for so graciously holding on to the Tag Team Titles for us, we are more than appreciative. Really. We thank you for at least proving yourselves worthy to hold our Tag Team Titles in the midst of The Pac’s past charity.
A 'Tag Team Champions' chant begins to echo through the arena as Dark Demon and Dragon both have big smile on their faces. Dragon motions for the crowd to settle down before he continues.
Dragon: However, as with all good things, it must come to an end. That end for you two will be a painful one, a brutal one, a not soon to be forgotten one. For as it is truth that aside from The Wolfpac, you two are the best in the business and beating the both of you senseless will be nothing short of an honor. It is time to relinquish The Wolfpac’s Tag Team Titles as they are reserved for the best and no other team in the PCW fits the bill better than myself and Dark Demon. Everyone in PCW knows that the path to Tag Team greatness is a path that must be traveled through The Wolfpac. Like roadside bandits we wait for those who dare travel this path and are eager to show many an ignorant traveler that another path should have been considered. Our lessons are dealt in pain, anguish, and much regret upon the souls of those who dare travel this path. There is no other Tag Team greater than The Wolfpac, and come Battle Finale Three, you two will come to realize this truth.
The crowd cheers once again for The Wolfpac and the two of them just soak it all up before Dragon continues one last time.
Dragon: This brings me to our other opponents, Mariah and Rachel. There is only one question that I have for you two, Just what in the name of all things sacred and holy made you two think that you two have what it takes to make it in this business. Are you like J.T. and Kevin and think that you two can tread the path that I have described? Do you two think yourselves so special that you deserve to even gaze upon the PCW Tag Team Championship Belts? J.T. and Kevin have earned the right to wear them, that’s right, I said earned. You two have yet to show Demon and myself what the hell gives you the right to even look upon such greatness. Is it something to write home about?
Dragon pauses for a brief second.
Dragon: I can see it now, “Dear Mommy and Daddy, Today my bestie and I thought we would compete for the PCW Tag Team Titles and got our rear ends handed soundly to us by these two monsters known as The Wolfpac. I should be out of the hospital in a few weeks, the doctors said I will make it through and hopefully by next week I shouldn’t be taking my meals through a straw. My bestie is in similar shape, something about equal opportunity beatdowns or something. Take care and send money beccause my meager salary isn’t enough to cover the hospital bills. Love, Mariah.”
Behind him, Dark Demon is seen laughing with tears rolling down his cheek.
Dragon: You two don’t belong in this business. You never have and until I see something that convinces me otherwise, you never will. Demon and I have no sense of pity or remorse. We destroy all who cross our path, regardless of sex, race, religion, or sexual orientation. We are truly equal opportunity abusers. We don’t believe in treating anyone as special, unless it involves beating someone to the point it makes them special. Just know, Mariah and Rachel, the moment your music hits, and you walk down that aisle to the ring, you will have chosen to embrace your fate, that does not include the PCW Tag Team Championships. Please Rise for Your Moment of Silence.
Dark Demon motions for the crowd to hold off on cheering again as he raises the mic in his hand up to his mouth.
Dark Demon: It's time to shut the hell up, Princesses. It's duck season and we're firing every gun we have. So sad for you, though, neither of you are a cartoon character...so things will get just a tad messy. I will say, though, that seeing the two of you on PCW T.V. is a time I wish I had watched Camp Lazlo instead.
Dark Demon shakes his head.
Dark Demon: There is really nothing that sets you apart, Mariah. I wasn't sure if anyone had ever told you that bit of information..but take it to heart. You are nothing special, girl. Just reflect on that simple statement after you realize that it's Not Your Day at Battle Finale Three. Okay?
Dark Demon chuckles it his own pun before he suddenly slaps Dragon's shoulder.
Dark Demon: Lesbians!
The crowd gasps audibly as Dragon looks around frantically.
Dark Demon: No, no...Not here...in the match!
Dragon looks just slightly disappointed.
Dragon: Yeah..Knew that.
Dark Demon: Oh. Well, at least it isn't Liam and Damon!
Dragon: I'll snag David's video equipment!
Dark Demon: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold up! No.
Dragon has a sad look on his face.
Dark Demon: Tag Team Titles first. Debauchery later.
Dragon: Score!
Dark Demon: Now, where was I?
Dragon: Lesbians.
Dark Demon: Oh yeah! Okay. So, kinky and heart-warming dinner dates aside...At least I assume that most of you have those kinds of events...It's time for business. And, coincidentally, business just picked up. Mariah. Rachel. How are you two? Relaxed and comfortable in each other's arms? Snuggled up to one another with that passion that only two people in love can share?
Dark Demon pauses.
Dark Demon: I hope so. There won't be much time for that post Battle Finale Three, you know that? Well, at least not for the two of you. You two will be too busy peeing through tubes and begging for more morphine. Yep. No snuggle times for you...And before you go off and try to refute this..It's all simple science, ladies. The two of you share a bond. A bond that is easily put under stress and duress. A bond that is, probably, the easiest bond to exploit in all of history. You see, Mariah, you love Rachel. You would go to the ends of the Earth for Rachel. You would die for Rachel, or at least one can assume.
Dark Demon chuckles.
Dark Demon: Do you see where this is going, Mariah. One of you is in dire peril come Battle Fianle Three. At least one of you will experience pain beyond that which you have ever felt. And because of this pain, the both of you will pay the consequences. One of you will suffer while the other looks on completely helpless. And then we'll flip that order and the other will suffer much the same. Do you get it, Mariah? Love can be a very terrible thing. You can love to the ends of the Earth..but when one of you suffers..the both of you suffer and lose.
The crowd cheers loudly as Dark Demon pauses momentarily to collect his thoughts.
Dark Demon: You know, it's been a while since I've done this right here...You know, come out to you loving fans and share with you the thoughts that are on my mind. At least the few that I can share publicly...But I have come to realize something just now. We still have it. Me. Dragon. The Wolfpac. Still got it. And because we still have it, it has become quite apparent that others are simply jealous of this. Others are jealous that Dragon and I can come out to the world and entertain them tirelessly. They are jealous that the fans chant our names and wave our our signs and wear our merchandise. People just like Mariah Lopez and her 'friend' Rachel are just the kind of people I am talking about.
Dark Demon leans on the ropes facing the camera and smiles.
Dark Demon: Mariah you have to learn to control that mouth of yours, young lady. Spitting out profanities and lies are not something Dragon and I think to be conducive to a successful career. Take us for example. Multiple time Tag Team Championships in numerous different companies, success beyond your wildest dreams. We've had it all, Mariah. All because we keep our tongues in check. Our success bothers you, it's plain to see that. But calling The Wolfpac juvenile? Come now. The things that we sometimes do can hardly be called juvenile when the likes of the entire company take note of those behind the curtain. To get under YOUR skin by doing things that have nothing to pertain to you? That's power, plain and simple. Something that no other team in this business has. Only The Wolfpac.
Dark Demon smiles bigger.
Dark Demon: It was that same power that led this team to where we are today. It was that very power that allowed us to beat those so-called illegitamet teams en route to gaining those beautiful P.C.W. Tag Team Championships. You just want that kind of power, you don't have to hide or deny this fact.
Dark Demon pauses for one moment, again.
Dark Demon: Normally, this is the part of the show where I would gladly humor the likes of you, Mariah. However, I find that I cannot do that right now. You see, the question that you, oh so politely, asked The Wolfpac...you answered yourself. Those payments on that car? That, my dear, is hell. Plain and simple.
Dark Demon: But let's not get off on tagents like Mariah tends to do. Let's talk about what she seems to enjoy most...The past. Mariah, I don't like repeating myself but, the past is here. Right now. This isn't about some petty sports cars or Armani suits. This isn't about your poor choice in entertainment that you call Rachel. This is about P.C.W. About the fans. The fans were not happy when The Wolfpac went all charitable and gave the belts to the ever undeserving Jay and Kai. That's right. It was charity. Out of the goodness of the heart. J.T. and Kevin just happened to profit from that charity. But now it's time shut that charity down. Mariah and Rachel are just along for the ride. This ride, ladies and gentlemen, is a ride that Dragon and I are much accustomed to. A ride that he and I have ridden many a time. It's a ride of pain. Of anguish. Of loss. Come Battle Finale Three, The Wolfpac will once again reign as your P.C.W. Tag Team Champions. We are the pinnacle of the Tag Team Division. We are above the rest. Far above. Don't hurt your neck looking up at us, ladies. The Demon Has Spoken...Those Tag Team Titles will, once more, be Ours!
Dark Demon and Dragon both drop their mics and hop out of the ring to the massive cheers of the fans. They slap a few more hands before they disappear back behind the backstage curtain...We cut to an intermission break in the show.
"The Doctor once said: 'Time is a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey...stuff.' This could not be more true. Time is more fluid than any of you could ever imagine...One minute you are sitting on a park bench on the corner of Huchinson Avenue. The next minute finds you delighting yourself with a scrumtious Lucky Dog a block from Bourbon Street. Ultimately you then find yourself getting your leg blown off by a Chechen with more fire power than a fertilizer plant...For what it is worth one simply does not know where time will take him or her. Hell, backwards is even an option for time. Prime example: Battle Finale Three is finally among us and retro seems to be the word of the dayfor this event. Okay. Retro it is. Of course, if you know anything at all about The Pac, we do not just do things at face value...Oh no. P.C.W. wants retro? Then the times they are a-changin'."
Our scene promptly opens in New Orleans, Louisiana on a warm and sunny spring day. A slight breeze from Pontchartrain flows through the city as business people and thrill seekers alike fill the streets. On Bourbon Street we find the usual debauchery of porn and abusive alchohol consumption on prevalent display. In the French Quarter we find droves of people of all ages taking part in leisure shopping, horse-drawn carriage rides, or in some of New Orleans' finest culinary experiences. One such experience is found in the excellent establishment of the Silver Dragon located, not in the French Quarter but, in the Garden District of New Orleans. The mid-afternoon lunch rush finds The Phantom's pride and joy packed with patrons from all over and ranging from the quiet suburban family to the hustling business associates looking to score their next big deal. Phantom, the beloved owner, is seen roaming the restaraunt, table by table, meeting with his cherished patrons.
Phantom is wearing a fine Armani suit with hand polished shoes and his ever familiar silver mask. After shaking hands with the father of a small family from St. Louis and entertaining the man's daughter by giving her a piece of candy, Phantom spots, in his eyes, an eye sore. This eye sore is none other than David the Retarded Barbed-Wire Wrapped Midget with a Taco. David is seen waddling and weaving in and out of the many tables, hitting just about ever chair he comes across. A few surprise shrieks from a couple of female patrons somewhat quiet the place down as David steps on one female patron's foot and then steps on another's dress. David, of course, pays none of this any mind as Phantom catches up to him and stops him in his tracks...
Phantom: No, no, no! You! Out!
David: tACo?
Phantom: No! No tacos!
David: PiZza!
Phantom: Absolutely not! No pizza, no tacos, no big macs..NO!
Phantom tries to get a hold of David, but David gives him the slip.
David heads straight to the bathroom door and tries to kick it open a la badass style...but fails and falls flat on his hind end. David gets back up to his feet and takes a few steps backwards. With a determined look upon his face, which includes his tongue hanging out, David charges at the bathroom door causing it to swing open. David then stands in the middle of the doorway to catch the door on the return. Catching the door, David retrieves a small wooden block from inside his pants and places it between the door and frame propping it open enough so that he can get back out. David disappears behind the door as we hearsome rustling. Twenty seconds could not have passed before the door is pulled open. Out steps David who, now, is almost unrecognizable. David is seen wearing denim overalls, a white t-shirt underneath, brown stel-toed work boots, and has a utility tool belt around his waist. David looks around for a second befor heading straight into the kitchen of the Silver Dragon. Upon immediate entrance he is flagged down by one of the many chefs. This chef looks a bit relieved to see David. The chef makes his way towards David and upon doing this he then begins to explain some issues that seem to be plaguing the kitchen. David just stands there and says nothing.
After being explained the issues of the Silver Dragon kitchen, David straightens up his tool belt and begins to waddle slowly around the kitchen, poking at things and people with a wrench. Kitchen staff are stepping over and around David as he makes his way through, finally stopping at a turned off stove/oven. From across the kitchen we can hear a chef yell that this particular stove is the one in need of service. David stands in front of this piece of equipment for a moment before poking it, too, with his wrench. After multiple pokes, David suddenly begins to beat it full on with his wrench for a few seconds. A few of the kitchen staff look worried and try their best to steer clear of David.
Soon David regains his composure and opens the from door of the oven to take a look inside. After peering left and right many times, David finally climbs on into the oven itself...being small has both its advantages and disadvantages...Anyway, David removes the oven racks and throws them aside so that he can fit into the oven better. Once inside he sits down on top of the bottom burner as he looks around. After giving it a look of approval, David proceeds to shut the door of the oven with himself still inside. More of the kitchen staff become perplexed at David's odd behavior..but fail to question anything. After a few short seconds of quiet inside the oven, we begin to hear some of the most impossible sounds resonate from inside...the sounds of hammers, saws, and even a jack-hammer are heard coming from inside the closed oven. Pretty soon some people are almost positive that they heard the sounds of a heavy duty truck being operated, as well. Who knows.
After what seemed like a few hours, but only a few minutes, David finally emerges from the inside of the oven. Covered in a mixture of what looks to be soot, tar, and saw-dust..David nods his head in approval of his unorthodox work. With some kitchen staff scratching their heads, David pays them no mind as he continues his inspection of the Silver Dragon kitchen. Now located in the back corner of the kitchen area, David spots what he thinks is a water line to clean himself. With no one immediately around to tell him otherwise, David waddles over to the metallic looking line and begins to tug hard on it. Everyone is too busy to realize that David is, in fact, tugging on a gas line. After a few heaves and a few ho's David manages to at least separate the gas line from the wall by a few centimeters. Aggrivated at this, David decides to leave the line alone and continue on his merry way, finding a back door to the restaraunt and leaving...
~~~~Thirty Minutes and Blocks Away~~~~
David is happily sitting in Jynx's lap on a park bench in New Orleans' Jackson Square. Acompanying them are none other than The Devil Himself Dante Daevain, Richard Steele, and William Steele. William looks a bit impatient as he fiddles around with his iPhone. Richard seems entertained with a yo-yo he is playing with and Dante looks to be in a bit of discomfort. Dante shifts around on the bench a couple of times before seemingly getting comfortable..only to begin shifting some more...Finally, Dante shifts to turn and face Richard. Dante thinks for a second before extending his hand out towards Richard and sticking his pointer finger out...
Dante: "Pull my finger."
Everyone...William, Jynx, and Richard all look at Dante like he has gone absolutely insane. But, of course Richard being Richard, he happily takes Dante up on his offer to pull his finger. Richard chuckles as he pulls Dante's finger. There is absolutely no sound what-so-ever until....
BOOOM!!!
A sudden explosion rocks the city of New Orleans, coming from the direction of the Silver Dragon restaraunt. Some people are seen panicking and others are seen on their phones making emergency calls and videos of the event. Dante has a look of bliss on his face as Jynx picks David up and the two of them are looking in the direction of the explosion. Smoke is rising fast into the sky as we overhear a nearby police radio confirm that it was, indeed, the Silver Dragon restaraunt that exploded with many people inside. William snaps a picture of the rising smoke and tweets it on his iPhone. Richard, however, is seen with a drop jawed look on his face as he cannot believe what just happened. Richard looks down at Dante, still with his jaw dropped as the scene slowly fades out.
~~~~Twenty-Four Hours Later...~~~~
...Our scene fades back in to the hot and humid, but beautiful, city of Houston, Texas. We find the infamous Devil Himself taking a leisure stroll near Reliant Stadium. Crowds are gathered nearby for a spring scrimmage held by the Texans. Dante, in his patented off-white silk suit, is recognized by a few of the gathered crowd. Dante obliges those few fans with autographs and pictures and even surprises two of them with suite tickets to the next P.C.W. Pay-Per-View Battle Finale III. Just off to the left of the crowd is a Taco stand that catches Dante's eye. After mingling with his fans, Dante heads on over to the Taco stand. What Dante finds should be no secret or surprise to the world...David the Retarded Midget dressed, in full, as a cowboy and operating his very own Taco stand...
Dante: "Is there anything that you do not do, David?"
David: TaaCo.
Dante: "I would say you are a genius for that, David...but you know I cannot do so with a clean conscience."
David: PizZZA!
Dante: "You stole the hat?"
David: TaCO Big!
Dante: "...And the Taco stand?...Did you at least get the lasso for free?"
David: MAc pizzA tAcOO!
Dante: "...The prostitute on the corner for three-fifty? Okay..That is a little too kinky, even for me."
David: Taco?
Dante: "Why, of course, my multiply challenged friend...but I am no fool. A taco from you is last on my list of things to eat in this world."
David: bIg.
Dante: "Nope."
David: PIzzA sUpEr biG!
Dante: "Still...nope."
David: TacO sUPer big BIg taCo mAc TAcO piZza PIZza TaCO MaC sUpEr Taco taco Super super super Taco taco pizza Mac mac super taco biiiig mac supperrrr SUPER pizza taco....PIzza suPER taco taco MAC PIZZA TACO pizza taco taco biG MaC pizza taco superrrrr....Big mac pizza taco super pizza taco mac taco TACO Taco taCO BIg SUper mac taco pizza PIZZA mac tacoooo!!...Taco super MAC BiiiiG pizzzzzza Pizza piZZA taco Taco SUPER sUPer taco Taco taco Big Mac Pizza Mac...
Dante: "Well...That changes things a bit. Really sheds light on the matter, you know! Who would have thought that Costco would be the answer? That is really perplexing, David. I'll take one."
After those reassuring words from David, Dante shakes his head and purchases a Taco. The exchange goes off without a hitch. Dante is handed his delightfully edible looking Taco and he goes about his business continuing his stroll. Dante takes in some of the local surroundings of Houston as he enjoys his delicious Taco from David's stand.
After his quick lunch, Dante heads to a nearby mall where P.C.W. is holding a promotional event for the road leading up to Battle Finale Three. The scene fades as Dante gets into his Escalade and drives to the event...
~~~~Fourty-three Minutes Later...~~~~
Our scene opens up outside of the Magnolia Hotel, still in Houston. Our scene dissolves inside to one of the many lavish rooms where we are immediatly graced with the presence of Pac members William Steele and David the Retarded Barbed-Wire Midget Cowboy. William is seen on the phone conducting an interview for Premium Wrestling Magazine for the approaching Battle Finale Three. David...Well, David is being David. David is straddling the leisure chair in the living area of the hotel room as if it is a bucking bronco. David's cowboy hat falls off onto the floor before he bucks himself off of the chair to retrieve it. David hits the hotel room floor with a thud as we hear the spurs on his cowboy boots make that awesome *ching* sound. After getting himself back to his feet, David gets his hat and puts it back on, thinking he is John Wayne. Then, David reaches for his lasso and throws it around the bronco chair and begins to hog tie it to the best of his ability...which is not very good. William, trying to ignore all the noise that David is making, has had just about enough. William calmly puts his phone down and covers the speaker...
William Steele: David! For the love of all the Tacos in America...Be quiet!!
David, somewhat minding William, tones his actions down just a bit as he gives up on the chair. David unties his lasso from the chair and instead begins to swing it around and around while mumbling something about Tacos, of course. Not really paying it any mind, Williams walks over to the balcony of the hotel room so that he can, at least, get that far from David. William continues to conduct his phone interview as David now walks around the room swinging his lasso with pretty good form...
The scene suddenly switches to the outside street level as we see Dante Daevain's Escalade pull up to the valet parking in front of the hotel. Dante slowly gets out of his Escalade and he does not look too well. Somewhat slumped over, Dante gingerly hands his keys to the valet boy as he props himself on the hood of his own vehicle.
Valet Boy: Sir...Sir? Are you alright?
Dante does not answer but he does nod reassuringly to the valet boy. Suddenly we hear a shriek of a woman nearby. The woman is near to tears as she continues to scream and point upwards. The camera changes focus from Dante and instead searches upwards where the woman was pointing. What we find is rather a shock. Dangling from a rope off the side of the balcony is William Steele. Flailing his arms, William cannot reach anything to brace himself, nor can he get the rope from around his neck enough to breathe. People street level are causing a panic as they helplessly look on at William Steele, now not moving and lifeless. As if a scene out of a bad horror film we hear yet another woman shrieking in terror, this time we do not have to go far to see what is going on. Lying on the ground is P.C.W. Superstar Dante Daevain. Dante is convulsing with seizures and foaming at the mouth. The seizure becomes more and more violent. Minutes pass before ambulance arrives on the scene. The paramedics immediately begin to tend to Dante as one of the bystanders tries to explain to another paramedic about the man who was hung from his hotel balcony. The bystander points to where William Steele was hanging...Was. No longer do we see a lifeless body hanging by a rope. None-the-less the paramedic rushes inside the hotel to investigate the scene.
Meanwhile...Dante is being helped into the ambulance. Dante is unresponsive and they quickly hook him up to an I.V. and a heart monitor. What we hear becomes all to real as the heart monitor is flat lined. The sounds pierces the air to those surrounding the area. Paramedics immediately begin C.P.R. as our scene slowly fades out to black with the sound of the flat line...
~~~~A Week and a Half Later...~~~~
The sound of the flat line fades out as we now hear the sounds of your typical hospital. Phones ringing, patients crying, heart monitors beeping, and restless children not being attended to by their parents. Our scene opens up to see a well built man standing in full view of our camera. This man looks strangely familiar...but it really is hard to tell. The man is seen wearing black polished boots, black jeans, a leather belt, a black button down long sleeved work shirt, black grappling gloves, and a black backwards beret. This guy is looking sharp. In the face, this man seems all too familiar, but with the white and black face paint around his eyes and down his cheeks we cannot get the full features of his face. The man puts his thumbs into the pockets of his jeans as the camera begins to pan around behind this man. After a couple of seconds of focusing, there is a chilling sight to behold...
Two hospital beds lay side by side with all of the necessary equipment beside them. The occupants of these beds are all too familiar...On the left bed lays none other than who we know to be William Steele. There is a very red mark around his neck where the rope had hung him...but he seems very much alive. In the bed to his left is the man that we know to be The Phantom...Only Phantom is now wearing a lavish green mask instead of his normal one. The man standing in front of their beds suddenly speaks.
Unidentified Man: Alright, you two...Get your lazy asses up!
The man said this with so much conviction that both of the current hospital residents awaken. Dazed and very out of it, they take some time to adjust themselves. They both hold their heads in pain and look around through their hazy eyes. Both seem to find the man standing at the foot of their beds at almost the same time. They both squint their eyes while the one known as Phantom rubs his and tries to make sense of what he thinks he sees.
"Phantom": We have got to be dreaming. Are you seeing this?
The other man rubs his eyes as well...
"William Steele": No idea what you see...But I see Dark Demon.
"Phantom": Demon? Is..Is that really you??
The man at the foot of the beds nods his head with a smile on his face.
Dark Demon: Daf. Dragon. It's been a while. I hope the two of you are doing well. Came as soon as I heard.
Dragon looks a bit perplexed and reaches over for a small mirror at his bedside. Dragon looks at himself in the mirror and looks a little impressed.
Dragon: What do ya know...The Dragon.
Daf gives Dragon a bit of a crazy look.
Daf: Were you expected someone else? Why the hell would you be anyone else?
Dragon pauses for a second...
Dragon: No clue. Just feel like...Like..I'm someone else. That's all.
Daf: Well...You're not.
Dark Demon interjects...
Dark Demon: Well...you guys will be getting out in a few days. We'll fly out once you are and we'll head to Sacremento.
Daf: What's in Sacremento?
Dark Demon: We have a house show to go to. Did you guys forget that you are professional wrestlers?
Dragon: Well..my memory is just a tad hazy..At least we know who we are...
Dark Demon: Truth. Okay..I'm going to get out of here and run some errands. I'll bring dinner.
The scene fades out.
~~~~Three Days Ago...~~~~
The crowd in Sacremento is hot. They are all fired up for the P.C.W. action that has been brought to them. Match after match gets the crowd riled up even more. Round about the middle of the show, the action slows down just a bit. After two up and comers were allowed to showcase their talent for the development staff, we are now graced with the lovely sounds of the Wolfpac Theme blaring out of the arena speakers. The crowd goes wild with anticipation. Cheers, though, kind of die down just a but when they catch glimpse of Dark Demon and The Dragon coming out from behind the backstage curtain. Demon and Dragon are pumped up as they stand atop the small stage area and look out upon the crowd. Both men throw up the old school Wolfpac gesture as they begin to make their way down to the ring, slapping hands of fans along the way. The crowd gets a bit louder as they see these two interact. Dark Demon and Dragon make a once around the ring for the fans before both sliding into the ring. Dark Demon is seen wearing his all black casual look minus his gloves, but keeping the backwards beret. Dragon is wearing a pair of blue jeans, a white button down shirt that is untucked and a blazer to match. Demon and Dragon both get microphones from the ringside technician and wait for the crowd to die down a bit after their music stops playing. A 'Wolfpac' chant is echoing through the arena before finally dying down enough for the two men to speak.
Dark Demon: What...a crowd!
The crowd cheers loudly again for a moment...
Dark Demon: I mean..Wow! I guess The Wolfpac is definitely in the house tonight!
The crowd cheers even louder...
Dark Demon: Old school. That's what this is. Plain and simple. I think I remember how to do this. Don't quote me on that, though. Dragon, would you like to start off these festivities?
Dragon raises his mic to speak.
Dragon: Certainly!
Dark Demon interrupts...
Dark Demon: But before you do...let us just clarify that come Battle Finale Three...All hell breaks loose!
The crowd erupts in massive cheers. Dragon allows them to calm befor he gets right to the point at hand.
Dragon: They come, they go, they come back again...
Dark Demon interrupts again.
Dark Demon: Weren't those a couple of Wes Craven movies?
Dark Demon and Dragon share a chuckle before Dragon shaves his head with a smile and picks right back up.
Dragon: ...That seemed to be the tale of The Phantom’s life in PCW. He knows what you are all thinking. There’s the weak link of The Pac, there’s the one we gun for. But therein lies your problem, you all think too much. With The Pac, there really isn’t much thinking for us to do. It doesn’t take a lot of thinking to beat worthless competition to a bloody pulp. There really isn’t much for us to know about anyone we face other than the job that needs to be done. Battle Finale Three is no different. The lights don’t need to be bright, the crowds don’t need to be large, and the opponents don’t need to be anything special, it’s all going to end the same, with you nursing your wounds and The Pac walking out with what is rightfully ours.
Dragon lowers his mic and looks a little confused, again...
Dragon: ...But herein lies the other issue. The Phantoms have taken a backseat and the Dragon that once was buried has risen to the surface. The past is here, but the present is before us. In the past there was never a weak link. There was never one to gun for. This problem is now your problem. We have seen what you have to offer J.T. and Kevin. Needless to say your reputation precedes you. Demon and I thank you for so graciously holding on to the Tag Team Titles for us, we are more than appreciative. Really. We thank you for at least proving yourselves worthy to hold our Tag Team Titles in the midst of The Pac’s past charity.
A 'Tag Team Champions' chant begins to echo through the arena as Dark Demon and Dragon both have big smile on their faces. Dragon motions for the crowd to settle down before he continues.
Dragon: However, as with all good things, it must come to an end. That end for you two will be a painful one, a brutal one, a not soon to be forgotten one. For as it is truth that aside from The Wolfpac, you two are the best in the business and beating the both of you senseless will be nothing short of an honor. It is time to relinquish The Wolfpac’s Tag Team Titles as they are reserved for the best and no other team in the PCW fits the bill better than myself and Dark Demon. Everyone in PCW knows that the path to Tag Team greatness is a path that must be traveled through The Wolfpac. Like roadside bandits we wait for those who dare travel this path and are eager to show many an ignorant traveler that another path should have been considered. Our lessons are dealt in pain, anguish, and much regret upon the souls of those who dare travel this path. There is no other Tag Team greater than The Wolfpac, and come Battle Finale Three, you two will come to realize this truth.
The crowd cheers once again for The Wolfpac and the two of them just soak it all up before Dragon continues one last time.
Dragon: This brings me to our other opponents, Mariah and Rachel. There is only one question that I have for you two, Just what in the name of all things sacred and holy made you two think that you two have what it takes to make it in this business. Are you like J.T. and Kevin and think that you two can tread the path that I have described? Do you two think yourselves so special that you deserve to even gaze upon the PCW Tag Team Championship Belts? J.T. and Kevin have earned the right to wear them, that’s right, I said earned. You two have yet to show Demon and myself what the hell gives you the right to even look upon such greatness. Is it something to write home about?
Dragon pauses for a brief second.
Dragon: I can see it now, “Dear Mommy and Daddy, Today my bestie and I thought we would compete for the PCW Tag Team Titles and got our rear ends handed soundly to us by these two monsters known as The Wolfpac. I should be out of the hospital in a few weeks, the doctors said I will make it through and hopefully by next week I shouldn’t be taking my meals through a straw. My bestie is in similar shape, something about equal opportunity beatdowns or something. Take care and send money beccause my meager salary isn’t enough to cover the hospital bills. Love, Mariah.”
Behind him, Dark Demon is seen laughing with tears rolling down his cheek.
Dragon: You two don’t belong in this business. You never have and until I see something that convinces me otherwise, you never will. Demon and I have no sense of pity or remorse. We destroy all who cross our path, regardless of sex, race, religion, or sexual orientation. We are truly equal opportunity abusers. We don’t believe in treating anyone as special, unless it involves beating someone to the point it makes them special. Just know, Mariah and Rachel, the moment your music hits, and you walk down that aisle to the ring, you will have chosen to embrace your fate, that does not include the PCW Tag Team Championships. Please Rise for Your Moment of Silence.
Dark Demon motions for the crowd to hold off on cheering again as he raises the mic in his hand up to his mouth.
Dark Demon: It's time to shut the hell up, Princesses. It's duck season and we're firing every gun we have. So sad for you, though, neither of you are a cartoon character...so things will get just a tad messy. I will say, though, that seeing the two of you on PCW T.V. is a time I wish I had watched Camp Lazlo instead.
Dark Demon shakes his head.
Dark Demon: There is really nothing that sets you apart, Mariah. I wasn't sure if anyone had ever told you that bit of information..but take it to heart. You are nothing special, girl. Just reflect on that simple statement after you realize that it's Not Your Day at Battle Finale Three. Okay?
Dark Demon chuckles it his own pun before he suddenly slaps Dragon's shoulder.
Dark Demon: Lesbians!
The crowd gasps audibly as Dragon looks around frantically.
Dark Demon: No, no...Not here...in the match!
Dragon looks just slightly disappointed.
Dragon: Yeah..Knew that.
Dark Demon: Oh. Well, at least it isn't Liam and Damon!
Dragon: I'll snag David's video equipment!
Dark Demon: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold up! No.
Dragon has a sad look on his face.
Dark Demon: Tag Team Titles first. Debauchery later.
Dragon: Score!
Dark Demon: Now, where was I?
Dragon: Lesbians.
Dark Demon: Oh yeah! Okay. So, kinky and heart-warming dinner dates aside...At least I assume that most of you have those kinds of events...It's time for business. And, coincidentally, business just picked up. Mariah. Rachel. How are you two? Relaxed and comfortable in each other's arms? Snuggled up to one another with that passion that only two people in love can share?
Dark Demon pauses.
Dark Demon: I hope so. There won't be much time for that post Battle Finale Three, you know that? Well, at least not for the two of you. You two will be too busy peeing through tubes and begging for more morphine. Yep. No snuggle times for you...And before you go off and try to refute this..It's all simple science, ladies. The two of you share a bond. A bond that is easily put under stress and duress. A bond that is, probably, the easiest bond to exploit in all of history. You see, Mariah, you love Rachel. You would go to the ends of the Earth for Rachel. You would die for Rachel, or at least one can assume.
Dark Demon chuckles.
Dark Demon: Do you see where this is going, Mariah. One of you is in dire peril come Battle Fianle Three. At least one of you will experience pain beyond that which you have ever felt. And because of this pain, the both of you will pay the consequences. One of you will suffer while the other looks on completely helpless. And then we'll flip that order and the other will suffer much the same. Do you get it, Mariah? Love can be a very terrible thing. You can love to the ends of the Earth..but when one of you suffers..the both of you suffer and lose.
The crowd cheers loudly as Dark Demon pauses momentarily to collect his thoughts.
Dark Demon: You know, it's been a while since I've done this right here...You know, come out to you loving fans and share with you the thoughts that are on my mind. At least the few that I can share publicly...But I have come to realize something just now. We still have it. Me. Dragon. The Wolfpac. Still got it. And because we still have it, it has become quite apparent that others are simply jealous of this. Others are jealous that Dragon and I can come out to the world and entertain them tirelessly. They are jealous that the fans chant our names and wave our our signs and wear our merchandise. People just like Mariah Lopez and her 'friend' Rachel are just the kind of people I am talking about.
Dark Demon leans on the ropes facing the camera and smiles.
Dark Demon: Mariah you have to learn to control that mouth of yours, young lady. Spitting out profanities and lies are not something Dragon and I think to be conducive to a successful career. Take us for example. Multiple time Tag Team Championships in numerous different companies, success beyond your wildest dreams. We've had it all, Mariah. All because we keep our tongues in check. Our success bothers you, it's plain to see that. But calling The Wolfpac juvenile? Come now. The things that we sometimes do can hardly be called juvenile when the likes of the entire company take note of those behind the curtain. To get under YOUR skin by doing things that have nothing to pertain to you? That's power, plain and simple. Something that no other team in this business has. Only The Wolfpac.
Dark Demon smiles bigger.
Dark Demon: It was that same power that led this team to where we are today. It was that very power that allowed us to beat those so-called illegitamet teams en route to gaining those beautiful P.C.W. Tag Team Championships. You just want that kind of power, you don't have to hide or deny this fact.
Dark Demon pauses for one moment, again.
Dark Demon: Normally, this is the part of the show where I would gladly humor the likes of you, Mariah. However, I find that I cannot do that right now. You see, the question that you, oh so politely, asked The Wolfpac...you answered yourself. Those payments on that car? That, my dear, is hell. Plain and simple.
Dark Demon: But let's not get off on tagents like Mariah tends to do. Let's talk about what she seems to enjoy most...The past. Mariah, I don't like repeating myself but, the past is here. Right now. This isn't about some petty sports cars or Armani suits. This isn't about your poor choice in entertainment that you call Rachel. This is about P.C.W. About the fans. The fans were not happy when The Wolfpac went all charitable and gave the belts to the ever undeserving Jay and Kai. That's right. It was charity. Out of the goodness of the heart. J.T. and Kevin just happened to profit from that charity. But now it's time shut that charity down. Mariah and Rachel are just along for the ride. This ride, ladies and gentlemen, is a ride that Dragon and I are much accustomed to. A ride that he and I have ridden many a time. It's a ride of pain. Of anguish. Of loss. Come Battle Finale Three, The Wolfpac will once again reign as your P.C.W. Tag Team Champions. We are the pinnacle of the Tag Team Division. We are above the rest. Far above. Don't hurt your neck looking up at us, ladies. The Demon Has Spoken...Those Tag Team Titles will, once more, be Ours!
Dark Demon and Dragon both drop their mics and hop out of the ring to the massive cheers of the fans. They slap a few more hands before they disappear back behind the backstage curtain...We cut to an intermission break in the show.
