Post by The Pac on Apr 24, 2013 22:55:07 GMT -5
**Our scene opens up at a local house show in Pasadena, California...A low-card developmental promo is being aired on the P.C.W. Jumbotron. All of the sudden Phantom interrupts the promo from the Jumbotron himself.**
*Nothing Else Matters plays on PA system...phantom comes out wearing blue jeans, his silver mask, and a throwback hank aaron #44 braves jersey.*
Phantom: GOOD EVENING, PASADENA!!!!!!
*The Pasadena crowd cheers loudly...*
Phantom: These past two weeks The Pac was the victim of a rather remarkable choice of theme, you could say...Apparently the suits have booked an entire Pay-Per-View where The Phantom is accompanied by a certain individual who is "technically" not employed by P.C.W. .....As a matter of fact The Phantom's alter ego for the past two weeks is not even employed with P.C.W. either!....And to spare you all the suspense, he did agree to make a comeback, on one condition which will be revealed later in this segment.
Phantom: In a few short nights The Phantom is is booked in probably one of the highlight matches of the Battle Finale Three Pay-Per-View...the three-way TLC Match for the P.C.W. Tag Team Championships. But let us not talk about The Phantom right now. No. Ladies and Gentlemen please allow me to bring out to you the one man who will be crowned the winner of the Scars of Wrestling Cup....
*The crowd starts to rumble a bit.*
Phantom: THE ONE... THE ONLY...DAF!!!!!!
*Daf (William Steele) makes his way from behind the curtain wearing a pair of blue jeans, an old school WWF Degeneration X t-shirt, sneakers, and a pair of dark sunglasses. Daf also comes down the ramp wearing a loose throwback O.J. Simpson Buffalo Bills jersey...Once in the ring, Daf and The Phantom embrace like long lost friends...*
Phantom: So, The Phantom is curious as he is sure everyone here is... what happened to William Steele?
Daf: ...Who?
Phantom: William Steele....you know...ummmmm.....that guy who......
Daf: Well when I was told to come back because it was some kind of Retro Week...I happened to be looking at my old jerseys hanging up in my collection room...and I guess the rest is history...
Phantom: Well that is answered somewhat... now The Phantom needs to ask a question that so many others have been asking... why the jerseys?
*The Phantom pauses for just a moment...*
Phantom: Well, the Phantom is thankful he's a basball fan otherwise he would have had to spend a lot of money for this week...But The Phantom will say, you were alot easier to convince than this next guy we have coming out...
Daf: There's more??
Phantom: You know how this works... if one is forced to go back in time...then we ALLL go back in time...and that means...
Daf: ....No...
Phantom: Dante Daevain is no longer a part of P.C.W. for the time being...
Daf: Who fired him?
Phantom: The Phantom and his negotiating skills.
*The Pasadena crowd starts a Demon chant.*
Phantom: Well... there's no fooling these people here tonight!
Daf: ..Nope! Some smart cookies here tonight!
*Phantom and Daf chuckle.*
Phantom: Do the honors?
*The crowd starts more Demon chants.*
Phantom: Should the Phantom call him out? Or would you rather..... *gulp* do it....
Daf: Well...Uhmm..I'm not convinced he's not a zombie..
Phantom: Well the Phantom has made it clear that he is not going to be the one to get him out to the ring. The ball is in your court...If you call him out and he doesn't show, you're none the worse for wear.
Daf: Fine...But you owe me ice cream.
Phantom: *sigh* fine.
Daf: Ladies and Gentlemen...Boys and Girls...It is without further stalling that I give to you...P.C.W.'s newest Superstar....Dante Daevain!
*The crowd immediately starts to boo...*
*The Phantom boos into his mic...*
Phantom: BOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! The Phantom didn't pay his hard earned wages to see Dante Daevain!
*Just then The Phantom's cell phone rings...*
Phantom: Wait! The Phantom's gotta take this....
Phantom: What?... Seriously?
Daf: ...Uhmm..Dante Daevain, everyone!...
Phantom: Uhh, Daf.... someone wants to speak to you...
Daf *to the crowd* : ...Hang on, everyone...
Phantom: *while Daf is on the Phone* The Phantom has been informed, yet again,that Dante Daevain... has been fired from P.C.W....He has been wished the best in his future endeavors...
Daf *hangs up the phone* : Well..this sucks...
Phantom: The Phantom doesn't know what to say.....He's stunned.....This is bad...
Daf: ..Very bad..
Phantom: Very, very bad.
Daf: I was just informed, Phantom...that one of us...is in some trouble trouble...
Phantom: The Phantom will be leaving now. Better to live a coward.
*Daf grabs Phantom by the collar...*
Daf: Oh no...no, no, no...
*Phantom gags and grabs his collar...*
Phantom: *weeping* Do.... we..... have.....to?
Daf: Yes we do...Folks..it's about to get very cold in here...
Phantom: Ok, ok..... we'll do it together...
Daf: Nah, I got this...
*Daf pauses for a moment as the lights in the arena begin to dim down...*
Daf: Ladies and Gentlemen...it fills me with much pride...to welcome into P.C.W....
*The lights of the arena are dimmed now with a blue haze filling the arena...*
Daf: The Legend...Dark Demon!
*The crowd cheers loudly as the lights of the arena shut completely off...*
*The Phantom tries to run...*
*Daf trips Phantom...*
*Phantom tries to crawl out of the ring...*
*Daf steps on Phantom's ankle as Phantom cries...*
*Undertaker's Cemetery music covered by Traumatosis begins to play over the arena P.A. system as a chill sets throughout the arena. The long lost Dark Demon slowly steps out from behind the curtain and looks upon the masses as a dim blue haze fills the arena once again. Fans starts chanting Demon's name as he slowly makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands of fans as he walks down the aisle. Finally, Dark Demon makes it to the ring steps. The lights of the arena slowly begin to come back on with each step that Dark Demon ascends. With a bit of a disgruntled look upon his face, Dark Demon steps into the ring, eyeing both Daf and The Phantom. Demon is dressed in his old gear once again..namely his black jeans, polished Brood boots of old, a black button down, and a backwards solid black beret. Dark Demon is also sporting an old throwback Dr. J basketball jersey as he is handed a microphone.*
*Phantom can be seen mouthing 'we're screwed' to Daf. Daf can be seen mouthing back 'just you...' to Phantom. Dark Demon's music then stops playing as the crowd is going crazy for this throwback.*
Demon: You guys look good...you know that?
Phantom: We always do..
Daf: We've never let it get to our heads...
Phantom: You know...maybe one day it should..
Daf: You know... maybe you're right.
Phantom: But today is obviously not that day.
Daf: Obviously.
Demon: You two done?
Daf and Phantom: Yes...
Demon: Thought so.
Demon: Just for the record...This jersey idea sucks.
Phantom: Nice jersey, Demon!
*Demon slaps Phantom across the face...*
*Phantom shakes his head...*
Phantom: OWWWWWWWW!!
*Daf facepalms...*
Daf: ...and to think this segment was HIS idea!
*Demon slaps Phantom across the face on the other side...*
*Phantom shakes his head again...*
Phantom: OOOWWWWWWWWWWW!!!
Daf: The jerseys were his idea too...
Phantom: WAIT!!
*This plea stops Demon from slapping him again...*
Phantom: He lies! The jerseys were HIS idea... The Phantom has proof!!
*Phantom shows a piece of paper signed by David*
*Demon turns around and smirks at Daf before turning right back and slapping Phantom across the face again...*
*Phantom shakes his head again and Daf quickly puts his hand over Phantom's mouth...*
Daf: We get it...it hurt...
*Demon slaps Phantom one more time for good measure...*
*Phantom shakes his head...*
Phantom: OOWWWWWWWW!!!
Demon: Maybe..just maybe you finally got some sense slapped into you...
Phantom: Hold on... checking...
*Phantom shakes his head once more...*
Phantom: ...maybe a little... but not much.
Demon: Well...Allow me to do the honors...
*The Phantom begins to run out of the ring only to be stopped by Daf...*
Daf: You brought this on yourself. Be a man and take your medicine.
Phantom: But it huuuurrrrrtttsssss.....*cries*
*Dark Demon takes out a mask from his back pocket and shows it to Phantom...*
*Phantom's face lights up with bewilderment...*
Demon: I think you forgot something, old buddy...
Phantom: ...The Phantom burned that...Yesterday!
*Dark Demon is smirking...*
Phantom: Yes... he burned that...How... the hell... did you....Holy Hell.....
*The Phantom takes the mask and looks at it examining it slowly...*
Demon: Did you yourself not say that we ALL go back in time?...Together?
Phantom: As the British say...It's a fair cop...
Demon: Just the other day you seemed fine with the reverted image...I suggest you do not let me catch you doing it again...
*The Phantom begins to take off his mask.*
Demon: Whoa!
*The Phantom stops and puts his hand down real quick...*
Demon: You aren't going to get off that easy...walk your tail up that ramp, go behind the curtain...and do this the right way.
Phantom: The Phantom requests time to change... if he's going to do this... he's going to do this the right way..The way it was always meant to be done.
Demon: I took the liberty of having all of your things ready for you in the back...
Phantom: The Demon is good. The Demon is wise..
Demon: Kiss ass.
*The Phantom climbs out of the ring and goes up the ramp backwards bowing as he goes...*
*Only a minute or two pass. Before Demon opens his mouth again "My Sacrifice" plays on the P.A. system, interrupting Demon.*
Daf: WAIT! Demon HAS GOT TO INTRODUCE YOU!
Phantom: Shove it! The Dragon will introduce himself!
Phantom: MAKING HIS WAY DOWN TO THE RING,WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED FIFTY POUNDS FROM NEW ORLEANS LOUISIANA REPRESENTING...THE WOLFPAC....THE DRAAAGGGGOOONNNNNNN!!!!!!!
*Demon applauds The Dragon as he makes his way back into the ring.*
*The Dragon makes his way down to the ring wearing a red cape and a dragon shoulder gear and a japanese style dragon mask.*
Demon: Nice get-up, Dragon...I can't believe it still fits!
Dragon: What can the Dragon say... I work out... *smiles*
Demon: By the way, loved the cowardly minion set up...
Dragon: What are you talking about?
*Demon raises his hand to slap The Dragon...*
*Dragon steps up to Demon daring him to slap him...*
*Demon laughs as Daf steps in and slaps The Dragon across the face.*
*Dragon slowly turns his head back and looks at Daf with murder in his eyes and unleashes a fireball into the air that has the crowd screaming for more...*
The Dragon: Care to try that again?
Demon: Oh, the memories!...So...uhhh...now what?
Dragon: Well, Demon... either you can break down your side to this arrangement, or I can deliver my statement to the P.C.W. Universe, in particular those involved in the TLC dance at Battle Finale Three...
Demon: Battle Finale Three, you say?
Dragon: Does our fearless leader have words pertaining to Battle Finale Three?
Demon: Why not.
Dragon: Goody! It is only a shame that I don't have any popcorn to enjoy for such an occasion...
Daf: Hey! That guy down there in the second row has some!!
*The Dragon exits the ring and hops into the crowd to fetch some popcorn. A random fan pays for the popcorn before The Dragon has a chance.*
Dragon: I thank you, kind sir...Meet The Wolfpac and I after the show tonight for an autograph and such to repay you for your kindness...Your kindness will not go unrewarded.
*The Dragon takes his popcorn and an empty folding chair from the crowd as he hops the barrier and gets back into the ring. The Dragon sets up the chair in the corner of the ring and takes a seat, leaning back against the turnbuckle and nibbling on his popcorn.*
Dark Demon: Comfy?
Dragon: Emensely.
Dark Demon: Good.
*Dark Demon looks out amongst the crowd for the various P.C.W. Television cameras.*
Dark Demon: It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important...Antoine de Saint-Exupery, The Little Prince.
*Dark Demon thinks for a second...*
Demon: Unfortunately for the likes of Mariah and Rachel...Their rose is dead. In fact, it never breached the ground after it was planted. This should have been realized the second they were put into a match against the likes of The Wolfpac. But, as fate would have it, the two of them decided to ignore this realization and run their chocolate covered mouths instead...
*Dark Demon shrugs his shoulders...*
Demon: ...Oh well. More fun for us. So ladies, the time is nigh and all you had to say was that The Wolfpac is nothing but a bunch of worthless juvenile delinquents? Answer me this: Why on God's green Earth should I even waste my time discussing a bunch of eighth grade girls who do nothing but spout off meaningless banter while practicing tonsil hockey in fuzzy handcuffs?
*Dark Demon smirks...*
Demon: Tell you what...When the two of you learn to grow up and act your real ages instead of pitching fits like Obama and Biden...come talk to us. There is no way in Hell or on Earth that two whiney brats are going to represent this esteemed company as their be all-end all team. That job is reserved for those of us who exemplify real teamwork...Those of us who know what the hell we're doing.
*Dark Demon pauses for just a second to gather this thoughts...*
Dark Demon: ...And speaking of 'teams' that know what the hell they are doing... SUPPOSEDLY the one team that SHOULD know what they are doing...apparently doesn't. If that made no sense what-so-ever allow me to spell it out for you...J.T. and Kevin...the interim P.C.W. Tag Team Champions...have yet to be seen after all this time. The ONE team that should have all their ducks in a row...has no ducks, at all, to show...
*Dark Demon shakes his head in disgust...*
Dark Demon: ...This is the team that represents P.C.W. in its current state. That is a pretty sorry state, if you ask me. A team that thinks they are so good that they just don't need to worry about a thing going into Battle Finale Three...Now, I don't want to go and state the obvious here...but Da Extreme Dynasty has quite a bit to be worried about...You two can come out to the world, or not, and spout off all of this history that, may or may not include the Crucifixion, the sacking of Rome, the bubonic plague..ask Mariah about that one...and last but not least the two of them losing their coveted straps to the likes of The Wolfpac. It doesn't get any more plain than that, gentlemen. Compared to The Wolfpac you two are but children on a playground. Dragon and I are more than willing to show you and the world, yet again, why we are the team to beat. This isn't just our first run around the neighborhood. We've done this all before. We're willing to do this as many times as it takes to show people like you, Mariah and Rachel...and people like you, J.T. and Kevin...that what you think this business is all about...is just your imagination. It's far worse than anything you've yet to experience. Lucky for all of you, though, The Wolfpac will be on hand to teach you what this business is all about.
*Dark Demon lowers his mic and turns around to The Dragon.*
Demon: Your turn?
Dragon: Unfortunately.
Demon: Awesome! I can't wait to hear this one...hang on.
*Dark Demon goes to the corner of the ring and props himself up Eddie-style to listen to what The Dragon has to say.*
Dragon: You see this….*points around to himself, Daf and Demon* This is something that none of you will ever have. J.T. and Kevin, once their precious titles are gone, will most likely go somewhere else and forge their own paths and try to make a name for themselves. You need these titles J.T. and Kevin. Mariah and Rachel, you NEED these titles. As for the Wolfpac, we don’t NEED the titles, we DESERVE them.
*crowd cheers loudly.*
Dragon: The Wolfpac doesn’t need the titles to make us a team, we came as a team, we dominate as a team, we win as a team, and… well we don’t lose. Why do we deserve the Tag Team Titles? It’s pretty easy actually, the Tag Team titles belong to the best tag team. Most of the time the company has to settle for the best tag team they have at that time, that’s not so here in P.C.W. You see, we really make it very easy for the rest of the suits backstage. The reality is J.T. and Kevin may hold the titles, but they know and all you people KNOW who the best tag team in P.C.W. is right now.
Dragon: You see this group of people in the ring, Mariah? Do you want to know how we became great? Do you want to know how the WOLF-Pac became the most dominant force not only in P.C.W. but in the entire world of wrestling, in general?
Demon: Do tell!
Dragon: The Wolfpac went from local Independant circuits, to some of the most prestigious wrestling schools that this great nation has to offer. The Wolfpac went from that to competing on the biggest stages this business can put up. Competed in matches that these fans will remember forever and tell their grandchildren about when they're in the nursing home...We are unforgettable. We simply hold the power to entertain those that want to be entertained...which is obviously not you, Mariah.
Dragon: Would you like a bit of a revelation, Mariah? Something that The Wolfpac will never know....The Wolfpac will never know what it's like to walk out when given the opportunity of a lifetime. The Wolfpac will never know what it's like to call competing in this business a 'waste of time'. The Wolfpac will never know what it's like to have an IQ in the negatives...Things that you, Mariah and Rachel, seem to know all too well. Because it's not about what you bring to the business, it's about what you leave behind. You, ladies, don't leave very much behind..except for a bit of a fishy after-odor. The point is this: Come Battle Finale Three, The Wolfpac will consider this, yet another, opportunity of a lifetime...just like it is week in and week out for us. Come Battle Finale Three The Wolfpac will take back what we so graciously gave away before...and after those Tag Team Championships are back in our corner we won't be charitable ever again.
*With this, The Wolfpac members all drop their mics to the ring canvas and exit the ring to massive cheers from the fans. As they make their way up the ramp, they each slap hands with fans before making their way back to the backstage area.*
*Nothing Else Matters plays on PA system...phantom comes out wearing blue jeans, his silver mask, and a throwback hank aaron #44 braves jersey.*
Phantom: GOOD EVENING, PASADENA!!!!!!
*The Pasadena crowd cheers loudly...*
Phantom: These past two weeks The Pac was the victim of a rather remarkable choice of theme, you could say...Apparently the suits have booked an entire Pay-Per-View where The Phantom is accompanied by a certain individual who is "technically" not employed by P.C.W. .....As a matter of fact The Phantom's alter ego for the past two weeks is not even employed with P.C.W. either!....And to spare you all the suspense, he did agree to make a comeback, on one condition which will be revealed later in this segment.
Phantom: In a few short nights The Phantom is is booked in probably one of the highlight matches of the Battle Finale Three Pay-Per-View...the three-way TLC Match for the P.C.W. Tag Team Championships. But let us not talk about The Phantom right now. No. Ladies and Gentlemen please allow me to bring out to you the one man who will be crowned the winner of the Scars of Wrestling Cup....
*The crowd starts to rumble a bit.*
Phantom: THE ONE... THE ONLY...DAF!!!!!!
*Daf (William Steele) makes his way from behind the curtain wearing a pair of blue jeans, an old school WWF Degeneration X t-shirt, sneakers, and a pair of dark sunglasses. Daf also comes down the ramp wearing a loose throwback O.J. Simpson Buffalo Bills jersey...Once in the ring, Daf and The Phantom embrace like long lost friends...*
Phantom: So, The Phantom is curious as he is sure everyone here is... what happened to William Steele?
Daf: ...Who?
Phantom: William Steele....you know...ummmmm.....that guy who......
Daf: Well when I was told to come back because it was some kind of Retro Week...I happened to be looking at my old jerseys hanging up in my collection room...and I guess the rest is history...
Phantom: Well that is answered somewhat... now The Phantom needs to ask a question that so many others have been asking... why the jerseys?
*The Phantom pauses for just a moment...*
Phantom: Well, the Phantom is thankful he's a basball fan otherwise he would have had to spend a lot of money for this week...But The Phantom will say, you were alot easier to convince than this next guy we have coming out...
Daf: There's more??
Phantom: You know how this works... if one is forced to go back in time...then we ALLL go back in time...and that means...
Daf: ....No...
Phantom: Dante Daevain is no longer a part of P.C.W. for the time being...
Daf: Who fired him?
Phantom: The Phantom and his negotiating skills.
*The Pasadena crowd starts a Demon chant.*
Phantom: Well... there's no fooling these people here tonight!
Daf: ..Nope! Some smart cookies here tonight!
*Phantom and Daf chuckle.*
Phantom: Do the honors?
*The crowd starts more Demon chants.*
Phantom: Should the Phantom call him out? Or would you rather..... *gulp* do it....
Daf: Well...Uhmm..I'm not convinced he's not a zombie..
Phantom: Well the Phantom has made it clear that he is not going to be the one to get him out to the ring. The ball is in your court...If you call him out and he doesn't show, you're none the worse for wear.
Daf: Fine...But you owe me ice cream.
Phantom: *sigh* fine.
Daf: Ladies and Gentlemen...Boys and Girls...It is without further stalling that I give to you...P.C.W.'s newest Superstar....Dante Daevain!
*The crowd immediately starts to boo...*
*The Phantom boos into his mic...*
Phantom: BOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! The Phantom didn't pay his hard earned wages to see Dante Daevain!
*Just then The Phantom's cell phone rings...*
Phantom: Wait! The Phantom's gotta take this....
Phantom: What?... Seriously?
Daf: ...Uhmm..Dante Daevain, everyone!...
Phantom: Uhh, Daf.... someone wants to speak to you...
Daf *to the crowd* : ...Hang on, everyone...
Phantom: *while Daf is on the Phone* The Phantom has been informed, yet again,that Dante Daevain... has been fired from P.C.W....He has been wished the best in his future endeavors...
Daf *hangs up the phone* : Well..this sucks...
Phantom: The Phantom doesn't know what to say.....He's stunned.....This is bad...
Daf: ..Very bad..
Phantom: Very, very bad.
Daf: I was just informed, Phantom...that one of us...is in some trouble trouble...
Phantom: The Phantom will be leaving now. Better to live a coward.
*Daf grabs Phantom by the collar...*
Daf: Oh no...no, no, no...
*Phantom gags and grabs his collar...*
Phantom: *weeping* Do.... we..... have.....to?
Daf: Yes we do...Folks..it's about to get very cold in here...
Phantom: Ok, ok..... we'll do it together...
Daf: Nah, I got this...
*Daf pauses for a moment as the lights in the arena begin to dim down...*
Daf: Ladies and Gentlemen...it fills me with much pride...to welcome into P.C.W....
*The lights of the arena are dimmed now with a blue haze filling the arena...*
Daf: The Legend...Dark Demon!
*The crowd cheers loudly as the lights of the arena shut completely off...*
*The Phantom tries to run...*
*Daf trips Phantom...*
*Phantom tries to crawl out of the ring...*
*Daf steps on Phantom's ankle as Phantom cries...*
*Undertaker's Cemetery music covered by Traumatosis begins to play over the arena P.A. system as a chill sets throughout the arena. The long lost Dark Demon slowly steps out from behind the curtain and looks upon the masses as a dim blue haze fills the arena once again. Fans starts chanting Demon's name as he slowly makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands of fans as he walks down the aisle. Finally, Dark Demon makes it to the ring steps. The lights of the arena slowly begin to come back on with each step that Dark Demon ascends. With a bit of a disgruntled look upon his face, Dark Demon steps into the ring, eyeing both Daf and The Phantom. Demon is dressed in his old gear once again..namely his black jeans, polished Brood boots of old, a black button down, and a backwards solid black beret. Dark Demon is also sporting an old throwback Dr. J basketball jersey as he is handed a microphone.*
*Phantom can be seen mouthing 'we're screwed' to Daf. Daf can be seen mouthing back 'just you...' to Phantom. Dark Demon's music then stops playing as the crowd is going crazy for this throwback.*
Demon: You guys look good...you know that?
Phantom: We always do..
Daf: We've never let it get to our heads...
Phantom: You know...maybe one day it should..
Daf: You know... maybe you're right.
Phantom: But today is obviously not that day.
Daf: Obviously.
Demon: You two done?
Daf and Phantom: Yes...
Demon: Thought so.
Demon: Just for the record...This jersey idea sucks.
Phantom: Nice jersey, Demon!
*Demon slaps Phantom across the face...*
*Phantom shakes his head...*
Phantom: OWWWWWWWW!!
*Daf facepalms...*
Daf: ...and to think this segment was HIS idea!
*Demon slaps Phantom across the face on the other side...*
*Phantom shakes his head again...*
Phantom: OOOWWWWWWWWWWW!!!
Daf: The jerseys were his idea too...
Phantom: WAIT!!
*This plea stops Demon from slapping him again...*
Phantom: He lies! The jerseys were HIS idea... The Phantom has proof!!
*Phantom shows a piece of paper signed by David*
*Demon turns around and smirks at Daf before turning right back and slapping Phantom across the face again...*
*Phantom shakes his head again and Daf quickly puts his hand over Phantom's mouth...*
Daf: We get it...it hurt...
*Demon slaps Phantom one more time for good measure...*
*Phantom shakes his head...*
Phantom: OOWWWWWWWW!!!
Demon: Maybe..just maybe you finally got some sense slapped into you...
Phantom: Hold on... checking...
*Phantom shakes his head once more...*
Phantom: ...maybe a little... but not much.
Demon: Well...Allow me to do the honors...
*The Phantom begins to run out of the ring only to be stopped by Daf...*
Daf: You brought this on yourself. Be a man and take your medicine.
Phantom: But it huuuurrrrrtttsssss.....*cries*
*Dark Demon takes out a mask from his back pocket and shows it to Phantom...*
*Phantom's face lights up with bewilderment...*
Demon: I think you forgot something, old buddy...
Phantom: ...The Phantom burned that...Yesterday!
*Dark Demon is smirking...*
Phantom: Yes... he burned that...How... the hell... did you....Holy Hell.....
*The Phantom takes the mask and looks at it examining it slowly...*
Demon: Did you yourself not say that we ALL go back in time?...Together?
Phantom: As the British say...It's a fair cop...
Demon: Just the other day you seemed fine with the reverted image...I suggest you do not let me catch you doing it again...
*The Phantom begins to take off his mask.*
Demon: Whoa!
*The Phantom stops and puts his hand down real quick...*
Demon: You aren't going to get off that easy...walk your tail up that ramp, go behind the curtain...and do this the right way.
Phantom: The Phantom requests time to change... if he's going to do this... he's going to do this the right way..The way it was always meant to be done.
Demon: I took the liberty of having all of your things ready for you in the back...
Phantom: The Demon is good. The Demon is wise..
Demon: Kiss ass.
*The Phantom climbs out of the ring and goes up the ramp backwards bowing as he goes...*
*Only a minute or two pass. Before Demon opens his mouth again "My Sacrifice" plays on the P.A. system, interrupting Demon.*
Daf: WAIT! Demon HAS GOT TO INTRODUCE YOU!
Phantom: Shove it! The Dragon will introduce himself!
Phantom: MAKING HIS WAY DOWN TO THE RING,WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED FIFTY POUNDS FROM NEW ORLEANS LOUISIANA REPRESENTING...THE WOLFPAC....THE DRAAAGGGGOOONNNNNNN!!!!!!!
*Demon applauds The Dragon as he makes his way back into the ring.*
*The Dragon makes his way down to the ring wearing a red cape and a dragon shoulder gear and a japanese style dragon mask.*
Demon: Nice get-up, Dragon...I can't believe it still fits!
Dragon: What can the Dragon say... I work out... *smiles*
Demon: By the way, loved the cowardly minion set up...
Dragon: What are you talking about?
*Demon raises his hand to slap The Dragon...*
*Dragon steps up to Demon daring him to slap him...*
*Demon laughs as Daf steps in and slaps The Dragon across the face.*
*Dragon slowly turns his head back and looks at Daf with murder in his eyes and unleashes a fireball into the air that has the crowd screaming for more...*
The Dragon: Care to try that again?
Demon: Oh, the memories!...So...uhhh...now what?
Dragon: Well, Demon... either you can break down your side to this arrangement, or I can deliver my statement to the P.C.W. Universe, in particular those involved in the TLC dance at Battle Finale Three...
Demon: Battle Finale Three, you say?
Dragon: Does our fearless leader have words pertaining to Battle Finale Three?
Demon: Why not.
Dragon: Goody! It is only a shame that I don't have any popcorn to enjoy for such an occasion...
Daf: Hey! That guy down there in the second row has some!!
*The Dragon exits the ring and hops into the crowd to fetch some popcorn. A random fan pays for the popcorn before The Dragon has a chance.*
Dragon: I thank you, kind sir...Meet The Wolfpac and I after the show tonight for an autograph and such to repay you for your kindness...Your kindness will not go unrewarded.
*The Dragon takes his popcorn and an empty folding chair from the crowd as he hops the barrier and gets back into the ring. The Dragon sets up the chair in the corner of the ring and takes a seat, leaning back against the turnbuckle and nibbling on his popcorn.*
Dark Demon: Comfy?
Dragon: Emensely.
Dark Demon: Good.
*Dark Demon looks out amongst the crowd for the various P.C.W. Television cameras.*
Dark Demon: It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important...Antoine de Saint-Exupery, The Little Prince.
*Dark Demon thinks for a second...*
Demon: Unfortunately for the likes of Mariah and Rachel...Their rose is dead. In fact, it never breached the ground after it was planted. This should have been realized the second they were put into a match against the likes of The Wolfpac. But, as fate would have it, the two of them decided to ignore this realization and run their chocolate covered mouths instead...
*Dark Demon shrugs his shoulders...*
Demon: ...Oh well. More fun for us. So ladies, the time is nigh and all you had to say was that The Wolfpac is nothing but a bunch of worthless juvenile delinquents? Answer me this: Why on God's green Earth should I even waste my time discussing a bunch of eighth grade girls who do nothing but spout off meaningless banter while practicing tonsil hockey in fuzzy handcuffs?
*Dark Demon smirks...*
Demon: Tell you what...When the two of you learn to grow up and act your real ages instead of pitching fits like Obama and Biden...come talk to us. There is no way in Hell or on Earth that two whiney brats are going to represent this esteemed company as their be all-end all team. That job is reserved for those of us who exemplify real teamwork...Those of us who know what the hell we're doing.
*Dark Demon pauses for just a second to gather this thoughts...*
Dark Demon: ...And speaking of 'teams' that know what the hell they are doing... SUPPOSEDLY the one team that SHOULD know what they are doing...apparently doesn't. If that made no sense what-so-ever allow me to spell it out for you...J.T. and Kevin...the interim P.C.W. Tag Team Champions...have yet to be seen after all this time. The ONE team that should have all their ducks in a row...has no ducks, at all, to show...
*Dark Demon shakes his head in disgust...*
Dark Demon: ...This is the team that represents P.C.W. in its current state. That is a pretty sorry state, if you ask me. A team that thinks they are so good that they just don't need to worry about a thing going into Battle Finale Three...Now, I don't want to go and state the obvious here...but Da Extreme Dynasty has quite a bit to be worried about...You two can come out to the world, or not, and spout off all of this history that, may or may not include the Crucifixion, the sacking of Rome, the bubonic plague..ask Mariah about that one...and last but not least the two of them losing their coveted straps to the likes of The Wolfpac. It doesn't get any more plain than that, gentlemen. Compared to The Wolfpac you two are but children on a playground. Dragon and I are more than willing to show you and the world, yet again, why we are the team to beat. This isn't just our first run around the neighborhood. We've done this all before. We're willing to do this as many times as it takes to show people like you, Mariah and Rachel...and people like you, J.T. and Kevin...that what you think this business is all about...is just your imagination. It's far worse than anything you've yet to experience. Lucky for all of you, though, The Wolfpac will be on hand to teach you what this business is all about.
*Dark Demon lowers his mic and turns around to The Dragon.*
Demon: Your turn?
Dragon: Unfortunately.
Demon: Awesome! I can't wait to hear this one...hang on.
*Dark Demon goes to the corner of the ring and props himself up Eddie-style to listen to what The Dragon has to say.*
Dragon: You see this….*points around to himself, Daf and Demon* This is something that none of you will ever have. J.T. and Kevin, once their precious titles are gone, will most likely go somewhere else and forge their own paths and try to make a name for themselves. You need these titles J.T. and Kevin. Mariah and Rachel, you NEED these titles. As for the Wolfpac, we don’t NEED the titles, we DESERVE them.
*crowd cheers loudly.*
Dragon: The Wolfpac doesn’t need the titles to make us a team, we came as a team, we dominate as a team, we win as a team, and… well we don’t lose. Why do we deserve the Tag Team Titles? It’s pretty easy actually, the Tag Team titles belong to the best tag team. Most of the time the company has to settle for the best tag team they have at that time, that’s not so here in P.C.W. You see, we really make it very easy for the rest of the suits backstage. The reality is J.T. and Kevin may hold the titles, but they know and all you people KNOW who the best tag team in P.C.W. is right now.
Dragon: You see this group of people in the ring, Mariah? Do you want to know how we became great? Do you want to know how the WOLF-Pac became the most dominant force not only in P.C.W. but in the entire world of wrestling, in general?
Demon: Do tell!
Dragon: The Wolfpac went from local Independant circuits, to some of the most prestigious wrestling schools that this great nation has to offer. The Wolfpac went from that to competing on the biggest stages this business can put up. Competed in matches that these fans will remember forever and tell their grandchildren about when they're in the nursing home...We are unforgettable. We simply hold the power to entertain those that want to be entertained...which is obviously not you, Mariah.
Dragon: Would you like a bit of a revelation, Mariah? Something that The Wolfpac will never know....The Wolfpac will never know what it's like to walk out when given the opportunity of a lifetime. The Wolfpac will never know what it's like to call competing in this business a 'waste of time'. The Wolfpac will never know what it's like to have an IQ in the negatives...Things that you, Mariah and Rachel, seem to know all too well. Because it's not about what you bring to the business, it's about what you leave behind. You, ladies, don't leave very much behind..except for a bit of a fishy after-odor. The point is this: Come Battle Finale Three, The Wolfpac will consider this, yet another, opportunity of a lifetime...just like it is week in and week out for us. Come Battle Finale Three The Wolfpac will take back what we so graciously gave away before...and after those Tag Team Championships are back in our corner we won't be charitable ever again.
*With this, The Wolfpac members all drop their mics to the ring canvas and exit the ring to massive cheers from the fans. As they make their way up the ramp, they each slap hands with fans before making their way back to the backstage area.*
