W*I*G Vindication

[Jason Hereford]

*Standing in front of a camera backstage is John Cena, microphone in hand.*

Cena: Hi, I'm John Cena. The one that didn't descend into a match from a spaceship. Here with me now is Jason Hereford, who, if I can't stress it enough, suffered a disheartening defeat at The Stuff of Legends.

*The camera pans over, Hereford huffing and puffing and constantly wiping his greasy hair back.*

Cena: So tell me Mr. Hereford....Hereford. What's your thoughts on that exactly?

Hereford: My thoughts....my thoughts on what? Oh, you want me to lament on how I NEARLY won, and how Coltrane got the pin? Or maybe how I'm still stuck as this dirty, filthy thing? Or maybe even how angry I am, and that now instead of getting a decent match this week, I have to battle that black hole of charisma that does backbreakers all the time, Robert Roode? HA! As if! No, you know what, I'm not just going to decimate him. But Chaz Stone too—that's right, it seems I have someone to physically vent my rage on. At Date with Destiny, and I hope you're listening to me Stone, you're not just going to be crushed like this other bug will, but you're going to get a taste of what it's like to be brought to nothing, to become a laughingstock, and to feel an unending torrent of hatred and contempt, brought upon you by the very DESTRUCTION of your will and being. Now if you'll excuse me, you Douchebag of Thuganomics, I'm going to get ready for my match.

*Jason pulls a half-empty flask or orange liquid out of his jacket pocket, tags a swig, wipes his face with his hand and closes it, putting it away and walking off.*

Hereford: *voice trailing off*...and now for my match...

*Fade out.*

[The Innocent]

As we cut to the ring, we see Jesse already leading the docile Festus down towards the ring, as we prepare for this next match up.

Bailey: So Jenny... how about that Festus? Quite a strapping fellow for yourself, wouldn't you say?

Lawless: Ew... even I have standards Tom! Though... maybe if I was really drunk...

Bailey: Anyway, up next, Jesse and Festus here have the task of taking on... the mysterious group known as The Innocent.

Lawless: After what happened at Stuff of Legends... I don't want to get anywhere near those three.

The mood immediately changes, Evanescence's Bleed starting up on the Colvintron, as once again the lights begin to dim, the entrance now becoming bathed in a golden light, as Joshua and Earnest make their way towards the ring.

Finkel: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, representing the Innocent, from the Land of Purity, at a combined weight of 590 pounds, Joshua and Earnest!

Bailey: Speak of the devils...

Lawless: After what that Rosie did to poor Cherry earlier, you've gotta feel sorry for the two hillbillies.

Bailey: Don't sell Jesse and Festus short. These two can be quite the tough team.

Lawless: Maybe when it comes to chasing greased pigs.

Finkel: And their opponents, from North Carolina, at a combined weight of 545 pounds, Jesse and Festus!

Joshua and Earnest quickly make their way into the ring, the bigger man with the same solemn look in his eyes,

The bell sounds, as Festus immediately goes into his more aggressive state, charging right at Earnest, who seems to be starting off for the other side, the "Corn Fed Colossus" charging and hitting him with a powerful Should block, managing to send him staggering back. He runs off the ropes again, slamming into Earnest with a second one, the big man still on his feet, though staggering back once again. Festus once again backs off the ropes, only to run right into Flap Jack, Earnest following with a vicious chop across the back of the head as Festus comes back down! He bends down, picking the big man up, then delivers a nasty head butt, sending him stumbling back. He follows with another, backing Festus into the turnbuckle corner, as he quickly tags out to Joshua, who vaults into the ring, as Earnest follows with a series of shoulder tackles in the corner, doing further damage, as Joshua backs up, charging in and delivering a running moonsault kick, sending Festus stumbling out of the corner, as he follows quickly with a high axe kick, bringing the big man down quite easily, as Jesse looks on the outside, quite shocked at this! Joshua quickly rolls him over, looking for a pin. 1.....2..

Festus kicks out. Joshua doesn't seem to mind, floating over behind him and grabbing his leg, then lifting it up and driving him knee first into the mat, Festus grimacing a bit, as Joshua grabs that leg again, driving it down once more, before falling back, applying a leg bar. Festus struggles a bit, using his foot to try and force Joshua off, the young man however enduring quite a few of these, refusing to let go. Eventually he rears back with an especially hard boot, finally freeing himself, as Joshua rolls off, grasping his face slightly. Festus rises back up, hoisting Joshua with him, only to get taken back down a spinning drop toe hold. Joshua grabs that leg again, driving it once more into the mat, from reaching over and tagging back out to Earnest, who steps back into the ring, rolling Festus over, then grabbing and stomping across that same leg rather viciously, the poor man grimacing a bit further, as Earnest reaches down, pulling him back up, only for him to counter with a club to the face, Earnest grimacing a bit, as Festus tries a few more, stunning the bigger man slightly, as he attempts to lift him up for a scoop slam! However, it seems he can't quite do it, as Earnest drops behind him, delivering a powerful club to the back, then hoisting Festus up, dropping him with a Shin Breaker! Festus gasps in pain, clutching that leg once again, as Earnest drops atop for a cover. 1....2...

Festus kicks out again. The bigger man looks down solemnly, walking back over and making a tag to Joshua once more, who springs into the ring once again, stomping across that leg as Earnest holds it down, as Festus fights to endure the pain, Joshua then slipping behind, reaching over and slapping a Stump Puller on the poor man, intent on doing even further damage to that limb, as he stretches it out, Festus trying to fight free, as Joshua continues to apply pressure. Eventually Festus starts using a hand, clubbing away across Joshua's face once again with it, loosening the hold a bit, as he finally lets go, Festus then rising up, Joshua now high on his shoulders, as he falls back, driving them both hard into the mat! Joshua grasps his back in pain, as Festus reaches down, nursing his own leg, as he starts crawling towards Jesse, the crowd now clapping along, as Joshua struggles back to his feet, rubbing slightly at the back of his head as well, as Festus finally makes his way over, tagging out to Jesse, who quickly hops into the ring, charging full speed and taking Joshua down with a flying clothesline! He goes back down, clutching at that neck, as Jesse then runs over, hitting a dropkick, managing to knock Earnest off the apron! He then turns back around, as Joshua looks for a Hip Toss, Jesse however countering it into a Monkey Flip, sending him crashing back into the mat! Joshua rises up, as Jesse quickly swings behind him, taking him a German Suplex, bridging for a pin! 1.....2.....

Joshua escapes. Jesse looks down, backing up, then charging once again and hitting a low dropkick to the face, sending him rolling to the outside of the ring! He rubs slightly at those facial features, as Jesse sets himself up, then vaults over the top rope for a body press, Joshua however quickly moving out of the way, as he crashes on the outside. Joshua looks down, as Jesse groans, pushing up to his feet, just in time to get a vicious roundhouse to the face, sending him back down in a heap! Joshua quickly yanks him up and tosses him back inside the ring. He then hops up onto the apron, quickly ascending the top turnbuckle, then laying in wait, as Jesse slowly gets back to his feet, leaping off and connecting with a Top Rope Axe Kick, planting Jesse back into the canvas! Joshua grasps slightly at the back of his head, dropping down and making a quick cover, hooking the leg. 1....2.....

Festus comes in and breaks it up. Joshua is caught off guard, as the big man starts clubbing him across the face a series of rights, sending him staggering back with each one. He then backs off the ropes, coming back with a flying shoulder tackle, taking him down to the mat again! Festus then bounces off the ropes, coming back with a "Flying Biscuit", crashing down and driving the air out of Joshua, who grasps his chest slightly, rolling along the mat. Festus then gets back up, reaching down and pulling Joshua up onto his shoulders, looking for a Fireman's Carry Flapjack, only to get stopped in his tracks, as Earnest comes in from behind with a nasty big boot to the back of the head, toppling the man easily! He looks down at Joshua, who slowly rises back up, just in time for Jesse to charge towards him. He immediately ducks his cross body, Earnest catching his form with ease, then pulling him up over his head, as Joshua smiles, slipping quietly behind Festus as he slowly rises, snapping off the Soul Cleanser, hitting him right in the face, sending him down once again, as Earnest follows with a Mood Killer, planting Jesse atop his tag team partner with a thud! Joshua quickly drapes himself across both men, as the referee makes the count. 1....2....3!

Finkel: Here are your winners... Earnest and Joshua!

Joshua rises up, clutching once again at his chest, as Earnest helps him to his feet. The two of them look down at their fallen opponents, then at each other, before quickly exiting the ring, as Evanescence's Bleed starts up once again, the crowd letting out quite a few loud boos. Earnest and Joshua quickly make their way to the back, Jesse and Festus still laid out in the middle of the ring, still out of things.

Bailey: And The Innocent finish off Jesse and Festus with relative ease it seems.

Lawless: I'm so conflicted... I really wanna hook up with that Joshua guy... but I'm also scared that he might kick my head off if I talk to him.

Bailey: It's worth a shot.

Lawless: ... Forget it. I like having my head attached to my neck.

We quickly fade to the next segment.

[The Innocent]

We cut backstage, as see the remaining Innocent member simply watching from the locker room, a huge smirk on her ugly face, as she claps slowly.

Rosie: Yeah... that's what I thought. No way those stupid looking bumpkins were gonna win against us!

She walks over, turning her eyes from the screen and sits down on a nearby bench, now getting ready for own upcoming match herself.

Rosie: Now I guess I've gotta deal with that Moose bitch... eh, no big deal. I'll pound her flat into the canvas!

The woman continues preparing herself for this upcoming match, when suddenly, an envelope is seen being slid underneath the door. Rosie glances over rather curiously at the sight of this envelope, hopping up and walking over to retrieve it.

Rosie: Eh... what's this?

She picks it up and rips the thing open quickly, pulling out the contents inside, which seems to be a note of some sort. She quickly reads over it, then gives a huge grin, crumpling up this note and tossing it away.

Rosie: So... they want me to go after this Alexa King whore huh? Yeah... I've seen her before, walking around with that man whore of her's. That should be pretty entertaining... beating up a helpless broad like her and spilling her weakling blood on the canvas. Yeah... I'll make that bitch scream!

She gives another sick smile, cracking her knuckles a bit, as the door swings open, Joshua and Earnest making their way inside.

Joshua: Ah... I trust you enjoyed watching our match Rosie?

Rosie: Eh... it was alright. Didn't have enough violence for my tastes. You should made those two hillbillies spurt blood all over the place! Now THAT would've have been an entertaining sight!

Earnest looks over, giving a rather solemn look.

Earnest: ... You're sick. I can't believe you find pleasure in what we do.

Rosie: Ah... shaddap you big baby.

Earnest: Only a heartless soul would enjoy hurting people so badly.

Joshua: Earnest... I share your sentiments, but you must remember. It is our duty to defeat our opponents, especially if it is their will. Speaking of which... I trust you received that message Rosie?

The woman looks back and nods.

Rosie: Of course. I already read and threw it away.

Joshua: Excellent... I see you are also in preparation for your upcoming match. This will be the first time the three of us are all in separate matches you know, so we must make sure that none of us disappoint them.

Earnest: As you wish...

Rosie: Hmmph, like I'd ever screw up.

Joshua: This is good. Now then... I have an announcement to make later on... and I request both of you accompany me.

Earnest and Rosie both look over.

Rosie: You need some back up?

Earnest: I will be glad to accompany you sir.

Joshua: Excellent. Now then... I must report once again to them. I shall return in time for my match... while I'm gone, try not to tear each other apart.

The blonde haired young man looks at them both with that content smile, before turning around and quickly exiting the locker room, as Earnest and Rosie now gaze at each other, the latter with a rather annoyed look.

Rosie: Just stay from me and we'll be cool.

Earnest: ...

Rosie: Yeah... and keep your mouth shut. I don't want to hear any of your damn ramblings!

She resumes quickly slipping into her wrestling attire, as Earnest simply rolls his eyes, now dropping down to both knees and going into a state of prayer. We then cut to commercial.

[Jonathan Doe]

*We are back at ringside here at the WIGsphere, and the lights fade out. The Max Payne overature begins to play, as the Pantheon of the New Revelation, Jonathan Doe in front with Exner behind him, chain in hand, basically dragging Cheyenne to the ring.

Fink: Making his way to the ring, being accompanied to the ring by Jonathan Doe and Cheyeene, representing the Pantheon of the New Revelation, from New York City, weighing in at 235 pounds, EXNER!

*Jonathan Doe grabs a microphone,as all three of them stand in the ring.

Doe:There is someone new here in W*I*G who has issued an open challenge for A Date With Destiny. But when he issued it to everyone, I doubt he thought we were the ones who would accept. Kensuke Miyamoto, prepare to face a man who has never been pinned, or never been made to tap out.... the masked Exner! And after we're done with you, maybe we can show you the light.

Fink: And his opponent....

*Crazy TNA music begins to play, as Curryman and Shark Boy make their way down to the ring.

Fink: From Japan, weighing in at 232 pounds, being accompanied by Shark Boy and representing the Prince Justice Brotherhood, He's hot! He's spicy! He is Curry Man!

*Curry man gets in the ring, and the ref rings the bell.

Tom: Well, this match is ready to get underway. And what do you think about Exner answering Kensuke Miyamoto's challenge?

Jeannie:It'll be interesting. Like Doe said, he's never been pinned or made submit, but he has been known to get himself disqualified. But Miyamoto is no slouch either, from what I've heard.

*Exner immediently starts attacking Curryman with a barrage of punches. He quickly irish whips him into the corner, and runs at him.

Jeannie: Oh no!

Tom: Fearful Symmetry!

*Exner hits the Fearful Symmetry. He quickly goes for the cover.

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Tom: That was an insanely quick match.

Jeannie: But it doesn't look like he's quite done yet!

*Exner continues to stomp at the limp body of Curryman, as the time keeper continues to ring the bell. Shark boy steps into the ring, and looks like he's going to try and stop this attack. Shark boy runs towards Curryman, but Jonathan Doe blindsides him with a huge Mafia kick! Doe demands the ref ring the bell. The bell is rung.

Tom: I guess this match is underway,too!

*Doe covers Shark Boy.

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Tom: Doe just stole this win!

*Doe forces Cheyenne in the ring. He uses the chain that is teathered around her waist as a whip, whipping the back of Shark Boy. Exner takes the chain from Doe, and begins choking Curryman with it. Suddenly, Salinas runs out to the ring. She begins attacking Cheyenne. Doe attempts to kick her, but she ducks, and lands a kick square in the groin. She then clotheslines Cheyenne over the top rope, and, because of the chain around her waist, Doe falls over the top rope as well. Exner stares at her, and leaves the ring as well. The three members of the Pantheon stare back into the ring as the walk up the ramp.

Fink: The referee is awarding this match to Salinas, due to the attempted outside interferance and general unsportsmanlike conduct of the Pantheon of the New Revelation.

*That announcement, however, does not seem to upset the Pantheon as they walk to the back.

[The Hardcore Disciple]

Finkel: This match is set for one fall, with a 20 minute time limit. Already in the ring, from Fairfield, Connecticut, weighing 318 pounds, "The Blueprint" Matt Morgan!

*Morgan taunts the crowd a little bit, settling in for his ensuing match. His face is the model of confidence. The sound of bagpipes rips through the arena, rousing the crowd, and they raise their voices as the pipes are replaced with Alice Cooper's "School's Out". Out comes Chaz Stone, W*I*G's resident Scotsman, pumping a fist and clamoring with the fans as he strides to the ring. Though Matt Morgan outweighs him by about 40 pounds and has a 5 inch height advantage on him, Chaz couldn't look more enthused about this match.*

Finkel: And from Seattle, Washington, by way of Edinburgh, Scotland, weighing in tonight at 20 stone..."The Tower of Power" Chaz Stone!
Bailey: He's only been in the federation a short time, but Chaz Stone has already captured the attention and adulation of W*I*G fans.
Lawless: He's got a great fan in me, and it's only partly because of his ring work.
Bailey: Careful there, Jeannie, I hear he's taken.
Lawless: 30 minutes with me, and I can break him of that.
Bailey: You wouldn't!
Lawless: I've certainly thought about it in my quiet hours.

*The bell rings, setting the match underway. Matt and Chaz lock up in the center of the ring, and Matt Morgan manages to power the big man down with a grapple shove. Chaz rolls up to his feet, then walks right back to Morgan and locks up again. Morgan does this again, and Chaz pops right back up again and goes after him. This time, Chaz braces his legs before the shove, and when the move fails, he steps on the back of Matt's knee and forces him down, headbutting him to the ground and following with a fist drop to the chest.*

Bailey: The momentum is shifting Chaz's direction in a hurry! He has to keep on the attack at times like this to beat a man bigger than him like Matt Morgan.
Lawless: Well, not bigger in every way...
Bailey: Don't tell me.
Lawless: I've just heard rumors--
Bailey: No, seriously, don't tell me.

*Chaz bounds off the ropes for a leg drop, but Morgan moves out of the way as he falls, then swings for a big boot. Chaz drops back in time to duck the boot, and as Morgan comes back, he plants both his feet in the bigger man's chest, staggering him into the nearest ringpost. Chaz rolls up and immediately blasts Morgan with a Yakuza kick, causing him to fall out of the corner. A pinfall by Chaz nets an early two count.*

Bailey: Chaz knows he has to end this early to win.
Lawless: I don't think so--I think a longer match actually favors the much more vigorous Stone. All that police training builds endurance, so he can last a long time doing anything.
Bailey: Do I want to know how you know that?
Lawless: I trained as a police officer several years ago.
Bailey: Really?
Lawless: Yeah, what were you thinking?
Bailey: Y'know, nevermind.

*Chaz drags his foe to the middle of the ring and tries to apply a hold, but fumbles a bit, allowing Morgan to escape and pop Chaz with a toe kick. He bounds off the ropes and nails a clothesline, causing Chaz to teeter, but not fall down. Morgan pulls Chaz into position for a simple scoop slam to cement his growing advantage, but Chaz, with unusual grace, floats out of the position and brings Morgan with him. What results is Chaz on his feet and The Blueprint off his, in perfect position for a Schmidt backbreaker. Chaz steps forward and drops Morgan ribs first onto his knee once...twice...thrice, stepping forward each time. Now near the ropes, Chaz heaves his larger foe with all his might--and that's a lot of might, folks--with a fallaway slam.*

Bailey: Emerauld Reekie on Matt Morgan, and he nearly clears the ring, folks!
Lawless: How is he not dead?! Also, what the hell did you just say?
Bailey: 'Emerauld Reekie'? That's his name for that move!
Lawless: What's that even mean?
Bailey: It's a combination of 'Auld Reekie', a nickname for Edinburgh, and I'm guessing 'Emerald' refers to Seattle's nickname as 'The Emerald City'.
Lawless: I guess that makes sense, but it's kinda weird.
Bailey: Have you ever seen him around? A lot of what he does is kinda weird.

*Morgan rolls out of the ring in an attempt to recuperate. Chaz follows him out, butting his back against the barricade. He tries to whip his foe back into the ring, but Matt reverses it into his own Irish whip into the ring. Chaz barrel rolls to mid-ring and up to his feet, bounding off the opposite ropes at a standing Morgan. Matt Morgan hits Chaz with a big boot to counter his charge, however, and uses the surprise move to his advantage, dropping a series of three elbow drops onto the Scot's sternum, then laying on the last one for a two count. He converts the kickout to a ground and pound on his downed foe. After the ref admonishes him for using closed fists, Morgan climbs back up, palms held out in pacifist stance...and spits in Chaz's face as he sits up.*

Lawless: I get the feeling that was a bad move on Morgan's part.
Bailey: You'd think he'd have more respect for authority figures than that--it's generally a bad idea to spit on cops in the first place, and that goes double for cops as big as W*I*G's resident Scotsman.
Lawless: Sounds like personal experience there, Tom.
Bailey: I'll plead the fifth on this one, thank you kindly.
Lawless: Oooh, now I HAVE to hear this one!
Bailey: No, no you don't.

*Matt wraps Chaz in a gutwrench and powers him down with a powerbomb, netting a two count in the process. Matt, feeling himself in control, mocks the crowd a little bit, drawing heavy jeers. He bounds off the ropes slowly and goes for a move. What he gets is a positively BRUTAL Seattle Spinebuster from a now-enraged--and now-standing--Scotsman as he runs back into him.*

Bailey: This does not bode well for Matt Morgan.
Lawless: Ooooh, he's even ruggedly handsome when he's angry.
Bailey: Oy vey...

*Chaz has clearly had enough of this. He kicks Morgan in the ribs as he rises to a knee, causing him to tumble back over. Chaz wrenches Matt's neck, bringing him to a kneeling position, then gutwrenches him onto his right shoulder with seeming ease.*

Bailey: Here it comes! Edinburgh Crush!

*Chaz sits down, throttling Matt off his shoulder at the same time. The crash of 300 pounds of Matt Morgan hitting the canvas reverberates through the arena, and the crowd pops, knowing the end is nigh. Chaz rolls the barely-conscious hoss to his back and hooks a leg for the cover. 1...2...3!*

Finkel: Here is your winner, by pinfall...CHAZ STONE!
Bailey: Chaz Stone pulls off another victory! Another one bites the dust as we speed towards Date with Destiny!
Lawless: What a wonderful sight it is to see those strong arms raised in victory.
Bailey: That was surprisingly poetic.
Lawless: What? I cannot have a tender, artistic side to me--OH GOD HE JUST SMILED MY WAY!
Bailey: I rest my case.
Lawless: I think I'm in love...
Bailey: Don't get too attatched.

*Chaz rolls out and celebrates with the crowd, doing something of a victory lap of high-fives before making his way up the ramp again. He turns, bows to the crowd, and exits the arena.*

[L. Rey]

Howard Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

*Sonjay Dutt’s music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZ9XUv8IKBA

Finkel: Introducing first, coming down the aisle, at 5 feet 8 inches, weighing at 185 pounds, from Bombay, India—“THE GURU” SONJAY DUTT.

*Dutt comes out to the boos of the crowd. He is wearing gold leather pants, a gold leather vest, black boots, black elbow pads, and white wrist tape. He comes down to the ring and enters it.*

Tom Bailey: And, we are set for action between Sonjay Dutt and L. Rey.

Jeannie Lawless: I wonder if The White Boys will make an appearance in this match.

Tom: After the humiliation they’ve suffered from lately, I doubt it.

Jeannie: Yeah, it would be best for them if they just stayed backstage.

*L. Rey’s music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=QoQdLJt--kE

Finkel: And, his opponent, coming down the aisle, at 5 feet 9 inches, weighing at 202 pounds, from Amarillo, Texas—L. REY.

*L. Rey comes out to a big pop. He is wearing a black leather coat, green cargo pants, and black boots. He is also holding a guitar. Suddenly, James “Magnum” Constance comes out, causing another pop from the crowd. Magnum is wearing a Detroit Tigers cap, a tan button and collar shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers. They walk to the ring. L. Rey enters the ring as Magnum walks over to the announcers table. L. Rey jumps onto the second turnbuckle of a corner facing the W*I*Gscreen, points the neck of his guitar to the screen, and moves it back and forth as pyro goes off in rapid machine gun-like succession. Then, he jumps off the turnbuckle. Magnum sits down next to the announcers.*

Jeannie: Oh my God. Oh my God! OH MY GOD!

Tom: It appears that James “Magnum” Constance will be joining us on commentary for this match. Hello, Magnum.

Constance: Hello, and you can call me James.

Tom: Okay, James. Forgive me for asking, but what are you doing here?

Jeannie: Please say it was me!

Constance: Well, L. Rey wanted me to come down and have his back in case the White Boys decided to interfere, and I figure this would be the best place since I could see the action from all angle.

Jeannie: *disappointed groan*

Constance: Oh…and, you, Jeannie.

Jeannie: I knew it!!!!

*The bell rings. L. Rey takes off his coat and hands it to Finkel, who then exits the ring. Both men tie up. Sonjay quickly moves around behind L. Rey and wraps his arms around L. Rey’s stomach. However, L. Rey manages to break Sonjay’s grip and rolls around behind him while holding on to his right arm and putting him into a hammerlock. Sonjay then reverses the move into a hammerlock of his own. Suddenly, L. Rey takes Sonjay to the mat with a side headlock takedown, causing Sonjay to let go of the hold. Sonjay gets up on his knees, and L. Rey gets up on his feet. L. Rey goes for a roundhouse kick to the head, but Sonjay ducks and lifts up, putting L. Rey on his shoulders. Suddenly, L. Rey rolls Sonjay up in a victory roll. The ref goes for a count.*

Ref: 1…2…*Sonjay rolls L. Rey into a pin of his own.*

Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey rolls Sonjay back over onto the mat.*

Ref: 1…2…*Sonjay rolls L. Rey back over.*

Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey pushes Sonjay off of him. Both men stand up facing each other. The audience applauds what they’ve just seen.*

Tom: Impressive beginning to this match. This looks like a match worth recording for repeated viewings.

Jeannie: Wow! Those guys are really fast and furious. Oh my!

Tom: You’re drooling again.

Jeannie: What? Oh! Sorry.

Constance: She drools?

Tom: A lot.

Jeannie: Tom!

*Both men circle each other and then tie up again. Sonjay knees L. Rey in the stomach and picks up for a suplex, but L. Rey slips out of it. He grabs Sonjay and rolls him around trying to go for an Unprettier, but Sonjay pushes L. Rey away into a corner. Sonjay charges at L. Rey, but L. Rey hits him with a back kick to the midsection. Sonjay staggers back a little. L. Rey jumps up onto the top turnbuckle and jumps off with a moonsault. However, Sonjay catches L. Rey on his shoulder and moves him to the center of the ring. Suddenly, L. Rey spins around and hits Sonjay with a DDT. L. Rey gets up, moves Sonjay near a corner, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and jumps off, landing on Sonjay with a somersault corkscrew leg drop.*

Tom: Angel De Cayendo to Sonjay Dutt. I expect to see more high flying moves in this match as it picks up.

Constance: I can tell you that you’ll see more of that out of L. Rey in our match against the White Boys at Date With Destiny.

Jeannie: And, I can tell you that “Angel De Cayendo” is “Falling Angel” in English; and I’m falling for L. Rey.

Tom: That was horrible. Just horrible.

Jeannie: Well, they all can’t be winners, Tom.

Constance: It wasn’t that bad.

Jeannie: Thank you, Magnum.

Constance: It wasn’t that good, but it wasn’t that bad.

Jeannie: Magnum!? Oh, I can’t stay mad at you.

*L. Rey gets up and pulls Sonjay to the center of the ring by his legs. He goes for a submission hold, but Sonjay is able to push L. Rey away into the ropes. Sonjay kips up and charges at L. Rey. However, L. Rey ducks and back body drops Sonjay onto the apron. Sonjay quickly gets up and kicks L. Rey in the head. He then grabs L. Rey’s arm, pulls him over to the corner, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and hits L. Rey with an arm twist ropewalk elbow and leg drop.*

Tom: Sprinkler Elbow to L. Rey. Sonjay has come alive in this one.

Jeannie: Come alive!? Are you saying that Sonjay Dutt is Peter Frampton!?

Tom: What!? No! That’s a common expression. Why would I…wait, you just wanted to make a Peter Frampton reference, didn’t you?

Jeannie: What can I say? I want him to show me the way…everyday.

Constance: Um…does she do this a lot?

Tom: You have know idea.

Jeannie: I’m right here, you guys!

Tom and Constance: Sorry.

*Sonjay gets up. With L. Rey on the mat, he runs to the ropes, bounces off them, runs back to L. Rey, and hits him with a running standing shooting star press. Sonjay gets up on his knees and punches L. Rey in the head a few times. Then, Sonjay stands up. He moves onto the apron and waits for L. Rey to get up. He slowly does and turns around. Sonjay jumps onto the top rope springboards off, and hits L. Rey with a springboard somersault huricanrana, rolling into a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey kicks out.*

Tom: L. Rey kicks out of the Bombay Blast.

Jeannie: Bombay Blast, eh? I got nothing.

Constance: That does sound like a tough one to come up with joke for.

*Both men get up. Sonjay charges at L. Rey and jumps onto him, and hits him with a headscissor into a wristlock.*

Tom: Bombay Lock to L. Rey. Sonjay Dutt could be a lock to with the match now.

Jeannie: And, you called my “falling for L. Rey” line horrible!

Constance: Yeah, that was just as bad. Maybe even worse.

Tom: Shut up!

*Sonjay has the move locked on tight. However, L. Rey is able to pull himself and Sonjay off the mat. L. Rey starts frantically punching and chopping Sonjay, which manages to get Sonjay to let go of the hold. Then, he whips Sonjay to the corner. However, Sonjay jumps up onto the top turnbuckle. But, L. Rey shakes the ropes; and Sonjay crotches the top turnbuckle.*

Tom: Sweet Baby Jane! L. Rey manages to get out of the hold and stops Sonjay from making a counter.

Constance: Sweet Baby Jane! Does he do this a lot?

Jeannie: You have no idea.

*L. Rey grabs Sonjay by his shoulder and legs and puts him into a tree of woe position. Then, L. Rey moves onto the apron and climbs onto the top turnbuckle. Sonjay sits up to get himself out of the hold. Suddenly, L. Rey jumps off and hits Sonjay with a diving double foot stomp to his chest. The audience lets out a groan as Sonjay falls to the mat. L. Rey rolls onto his back and then his feet. Then, he quickly pulls Sonjay from the corner and goes for a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*Sonjay grabs the bottom rope.*

Tom: Cayendo De Los Cielos almost gets the victory for L. Rey.

Constance: I hope L. Rey does that to one of the White Boys at Date With Destiny.

Jeannie: And, grabbing the bottom rope wouldn’t matter in that match, since the only way to win will be to smash a guitar over both members of a team. However, in this one, L. Rey should have pulled him to the center of the ring. If he had, this match would be over.

*L. Rey gets up. He picks up Sonjay and throws him into the corner. He hits Sonjay with some knife-edge chops and Kawada kicks. Then, he whips Sonjay to the opposite corner and charges after him. However, Sonjay manages to jump onto the top rope and jumps off, hitting L. Rey with a moonsault and staying on top of him for a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey kicks out.*

Tom: Sonjay Dutt almost pulled out a victory from nowhere.

Jeannie: Hmmm…I wonder what else Sonjay can pull out from nowhere.

Tom: I’m guessing you’re not talking about in the ring when you say that.

Jeannie: You know me so well, Tom.

Constance: Wait! Did you just make a sexual innuendo!?

Jeannie: YEAH! Haven’t heard my commentary before?

Constance: Um…no.

Jeannie: What!? Oh, I forgive you. I still can’t stay mad at you.

*Sonjay gets up and picks up L. Rey. Suddenly, L. Rey surprises Sonjay with an elbow to the head. He then hits Sonjay with a Mongolian chop, followed by a flurry of punches and kicks. He beats Sonjay to the center of the ring. Then, L. Rey runs to the ropes, bouncers off of them, and charges back at Sonjay. However, Sonjay surprises L. Rey with a tiger feint kick.*

Tom: Bombay Boom from out of nowhere and just as L. Rey was building some momentum.

Jeannie: He should have stayed on top of Sonjay. Hopefully, he won’t make that mistake…

Tom: Let me guess, in the bedroom with you.

Jeannie: No, at Date With Destiny against the White Boys.

Constance: Don’t worry. I may not have known L. Rey for long, but he isn’t the type to make the same mistake twice.

*Sonjay picks up L. Rey and hits him with a brainbuster. Then, he gets up, picks up L. Rey, and hits him with an exploder DDT. Then, Sonjay gets up again, picks up L. Rey again, and this time hits him with an inverted suplex stunner. Sonjay gets up again and picks up L. Rey. Then, he hits him with a standing sitout shiranui. He goes for a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey kicks out.*

Tom: The Sonjay Cutter isn’t enough to keep L. Rey down.

Constance: L. Rey is a tough one to keep down.

Jeannie: You got that right, you magnificent mustachioed man.

Constance: Um…thank you.

Jeannie: But, seriously, L. Rey look too tough to be taken down by a bunch of big moves. That could give him some time to recover or pull out a counter out of nowhere. If I was Sonjay Dutt, I would work over a body part and then slap a submission hold on L. Rey.

*Sonjay gets up and picks up L. Rey. He quickly hits L. Rey with a backbreaker. Then, he picks L. Rey up and hits him with another one. Sonjay picks up L. Rey again and hits him with another backbreaker and another and another and another. Sonjay does this about 10-12 times. Then, he pushed L. Rey off his knee onto the mat. Sonjay rolls L. Rey over onto his stomach and locks him into a camel clutch.*

Jeannie: Told ya.

Tom: It’s like he read your mind.

Jeannie: Maybe I could get him to show up at my house with champagne and massage oil.

Constance: Or, you could give L. Rey some advice.

*Sonjay has L. Rey in the camel clutch, but L. Rey doesn’t look to be in any pain. He doesn’t really struggle to get out of the hold, but he does shake his right leg. The crowd starts chanting “L. Rey.” They start off slow, but they soon pick up speed. After a minute or so, the “L. Rey” chants are deafening. Then, L. Rey suddenly gets a knee onto the mat. The crowd pops. He then gets his other knee on the mat. He grabs a hold of Sonjay’s tights and then lifts him up. Suddenly, Sonjay rolls L. Rey over into a victory roll.*

Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey kicks out.*

*Sonjay rolls onto his feet. L. Rey kips up. Sonjay charges at L. Rey, but L. Rey hits him with a Pele kick. The crowd cheers. Sonjay falls to his knees.*

Tom: Sweet Child O Mine! L. Rey pulls himself out of the Camel Clutch, kicks out of a pin, and hits Sonjay Dutt with a Pele kick.

Constance: Yes! Way to go L. Rey!

Jeannie: Maybe Sonjay should have worked on L. Rey’s back some more.

*L. Rey quickly gets up and charges at Sonjay. Then, he hits Sonjay with a shining wizard. Then, L. Rey quickly gives Sonjay two stiff kicks to the chest followed by a roundhouse kick to the head. Sonjay falls to the mat. L. Rey rolls him over for a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*Sonjay gets a shoulder up.*

Tom: L. Rey almost had him with El Fabricante de Aureola.

Jeannie: There has got to be a better way to say “Halomaker” in Spanish.

Constance: There isn’t—trust me.

*L. Rey picks up Sonjay and places him against the ropes. He whips Sonjay across the ring and charges after him as he hits the opposite ropes and bounces off them. However, Sonjay surprises L. Rey with a tilt-a-whirl tornado DDT.*

Constance: Dammit!

Tom: And, it appears that Sonjay has regained control of this match.

Jeannie: Don’t worry, Magnum. I can cheer you up.

Constance: Um…thank you.

*Sonjay gets up and pulls L. Rey near the corner. Then, he moves onto the apron and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Sonjay jumps off with a corkscrew 450º splash. But, L. Rey gets his legs up, and Sonjay lands stomach first on them.*

Jeannie: You spoke too soon, Tom.

Tom: Sonjay goes for the Hindu Press, but L. Rey gets his legs up—and Sonjay lands right on them.

Constance: Yes! Now, stay on him, L. Rey!

*Suddenly, L. Rey kips up. Sonjay is holding his stomach. L. Rey walks over to Sonjay, turns him around, and hits him with 20 quick punches to the stomach followed by a stunner. Sonjay bounces up but doesn’t fall to the mat. L. Rey kips up, runs to the ropes, jumps onto them, springboards off, and hits Sonjay with a springboard moonsault into a reverse DDT.*

Tom: El Angel Stunner followed by El Angel DDT. Sonjay Dutt looks to be out of this one.

Jeannie: Yeah, that beautiful little Mexican man has this one sewn up.

Constance: All L. Rey needs to do is hit El Angel De Muerte to make sure Sonjay doesn’t kick out.

*L. Rey gets up and waits for Sonjay to get up. Slowly but surely, Sonjay does. Suddenly, the White Boys run down to the ring. Magnum immediately leaves the announcers table. Justin slides into the ring and smashes his guitar over Sonjay’s head. The referee calls for the bell. The crowd boos loudly.*

Finkel: Here is your winner by disqualification—SONJAY DUTT.

Tom: I don’t believe this! L. Rey had this match won, and the White boys come in and get him disqualified!

Jeannie: Damn those sexy Southern bastards!

Tom: Jeannie!

Jeannie: I can’t help it!

*L. Rey immediately jumps onto Justin White and starts punching him. Magnum runs into the ring and attacks Jason White. Meanwhile, Justin and L. Rey fight into the corner with Justin getting the upperhand. As for Magnum and Jason, Magnum gets the upperhand. He picks up Jason and throws him out of the ring with a military press drop. Then, he turns around and charges at Justin. Justin pulls L. Rey from the corner, turns around, sees Magnum coming at him, and throws L. Rey into Magnum’s way. Magnum ends up spearing L. Rey.*

Tom: Uh-oh.

Jeannie: That’s not good.

Tom: Magnum tries to spear Justin White, but Justin throws L. Rey into the way—and Magnum spears him.

*Justin exits the ring, runs over to his brother, and picks him up. The White Boys leave as Magnum checks on L. Rey. Magnum helps L. Rey. Suddenly, L. Rey backhands Magnum. Magnum looks shocked. L. Rey just ignores him and exits the ring.*

Jeannie: That’s not good, either.

Tom: I don’t think L. Rey knew that was an accident.

Jeannie: There’s trouble in paradise.

Tom: What does this mean for their match at Date With Destiny?

*Cut to commercial.*

[Hardcore Hensley]

Howard Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall.

"I'll Whip Ya Head Boy" plays.

Fink: Introducing first, from Richmond, Virginia, he weighed in this morning at approximately two hundred and fifty-two pounds...Hardcore Hensley!

Tom Bailey: Hardcore Hensley set to take center stage with L. Rey here.

Jeannie Lawless: Check this couple of studs!

Bailey: Jeannie!

Lawless: What?

Hensley steps out onto the stage, bouncing about, and rushes down the ramp, slapping hands with his fans. He slides inside of the ring, but doesn't visit any turnbuckles. Instead, he simply raises his arms before retiring to his corner. "Hotel California" blares across the W*I*G Sphere.

Fink: And his opponent, out of Amarillo, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and two pounds...L. Rey!

"Heaven's Mariachi" strolls out in his custom setup. He makes his way to the ring, eying Hensley carefully. Once both men are in their respective corners, and the referee has check them, the bell is called for.

Bailey: Both these guys like to fly, so we should have some fast-paced action ahead of us.

Lawless: As long as they're moving, and flexing those muscles, I could care less what they're doing!

The combatants measure one another up to start. Hensley offers a test of strength, and Rey bites. After a brief struggle, Hensley takes control, and pits Rey against the ropes. The ref demands a break, but Hensley responds with a kick to Rey's gut. He ignores the ref's commands, and Irish whips Rey across the ring. On his return, he catches him with back body drop. Rey soaring through the air is surreal. Hensley pulls him back up to his feet quickly, and whips him into the nearest corner. He charges, and the little man eats a stiff clothesline. Rey stumbles out to the center of the ring while Hensley hops up the top rope. As soon as Rey turns about, Hensley flies off. He flips him with a beautiful hurricanrana. Almost instantly, Rey rolls out of dodge, not looking for any further punishment. Hensley taunts him as he regains his composure on the outside. Hensley beats upon his chest, and releases a roar from the top of his lungs then heads for the ropes. He comes back, flipping over the top, but Rey was only playing possum as he slides back in. Luckily, Hensley manages to land on his feet, but Rey is on the move. He crashes onto Hensley with his El Angel Flop. The audience pops nicely for such. Slowly, both men find their way back into the ring. Rey takes to the offensive, grabbing a hold of Hensley's right leg. "The Hardcore One" tries to battle out, but Rey drops him with a dragon screw leg whip. They meet up again, and Hensley eats some knife-edge chops, each one sounding worse than the one prior. Suddenly, Hensley answers with his stiff kicks. A pair have Rey groggy, so Hensley whips him into the ropes again. This time though, Rey jumps up. He springboards off, doing a moonsault over Hensley. He comes down behind, locking him in an inverted DDT position then drops him, all of the El Angel DDT. Eagerly, he makes a cover.

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No!

Bailey: Good move by Rey, but not nearly enough to pick up the victory.

Lawless: Did you see him soar through the air! He's an angel!

Hensley kicks out well ahead of the three count. Rey pounds the mat in frustration, but doesn't let anything go to his head. He rolls Hensley over, and scales the top rope. He glances over his shoulder then tries for the Song of Angels. However, Hensley evasively rolls out of the way. Rey charges at him, pouncing up onto his shoulders, looking for a hurricanrana perhaps. Hensley's ready though, and plants him with a devastating sit-out powerbomb. Choosing not to hook the leg, Hensley springs back up to his feet. He bounces off the ropes, and his foot collides against Rey's head before he's even up to his own feet. Hensley checks him then nails a standing moonsault. This time, he hooks the leg.

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3-No!

Bailey: Hensley's got flips of his own, as you can see, but he'll need more than that to put away L. Rey!

Lawless: Hey, the longer these two have at it, you won't hear anything negative from me!

Bailey: Christ, we know, Jeannie!

Lawless: Te he!

Hensley glares at the ref when he announces the near fall. Words are exchanged, but Hensley holds himself. He preys on his opponent, catching his own breath. Once Rey's up, he attempts a roundhouse kick of sorts. Rey ducks though, and replies with a pele kick that would, of course, make Don West split his wig. Rey scurries up top, hoping for the Wrath of the Angels. Hensley's not feeling that though, and leaps back up to his feet the moment Rey lifts off. Rey is forced to halt his progress, and lands midway to Hensley, who rushes him. Devilishly, Rey rakes Hensley's eyes. Hensley staggers backwards, turning around. Sighting a golden opportunity, Rey sprints at his opposition with the Angel of Death clearly setup perfectly. He flips over Hensley, and goes to lockup the Unprettier. Hensley fights through though, and turns around. He spikes Rey with his Pizza Cutta out of nowhere. He rolls him over, and makes the cover.

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3!

The bell rings as Hensley's celebration gets going.

Fink: Your winner...Hardcore Hensley!

Bailey: Wow, what an impressive finish to a good showing by these competitors!

Lawless: Oh yes, I just love W*I*G!

Bailey: I bet you do.

Lawless: How could I not!

"I'll Whip Ya Head Boy" replays while Hensley races around the ring, pumping his fists as his fans cheer him on. A promo for Date with Destiny follows.

[The Hardcore Disciple]

*...this promo, specifically, as John Cena is backstage with none other than the resident Scot of W*I*G, still towering over the poor man.*

Cena: Hi, I’m John Cena. No, not the one from The Marine. I’m here right now with Chaz Stone, who is scheduled to wrestle Jason Hereford at W*I*G Date with Destiny. Chaz, he was very hostile towards you in the interview he did, what are your thoughts on the matter?

Chaz: *a smile on his face* Ye really want ta know, wee man? *chuckles* Ah jes tink iz adorable dat dis wee little bairn of a man tinks he can run t’rough me like aye’m nay even tangible of sumptin’. Aye ‘ate ta be da one ta tell ye dis, ye tea-drinkin’ pansy, but yer not gonna fin’ beatin’ me ta be as easy as ye seem ta believe it. A man in yer position’d be wise nay ta take ennythin’ fer granted deez days.

Cena: Hmm, what do you mean by that?

Chaz: Aye’m sayin’ he needs ta look at all dis realistically. No matt’r how angry he may be, how wrong’d he feels a abou’ alla dis, he still has ta face a man bigger ‘n’ brawnier den he, a man who’s seen the worst o’ society on a daily basis, a man who enjoys nuttin’ more den a good fight. Dat man is me, and Hereford… ye can search da globe, but aye guarantee ye’ve ne’er seen ennyone quite like me.

Cena: So I take it you’re ready for your singles PPV debut at Date with Destiny?

Chaz: Ach, aye was bairn ready. I canna wait ennymore, in fact. Hereford, ye wee jumped-up bastart, aye intend ta teach ye a lesson about underestimatin’ yer enemies. No one’s e’er as quick a study as ye t’ink, an’ aye’m no exception.

Cena: Thank you for that. Remember, August 24th, W*I*G presents Date with Destiny, live only on PPV. We’ll be back after this commercial from our sponsors.

[The White Boys]

*We open on the W*I*Gring. Inside it are John Cena (the W*I*G backstage interviewer) and Justin White. There is also a stool, a mic stand and microphone in front of the stool, and Justin has his Confederate guitar.*

Cena: Hello viewers of W*I*G. I am John Cena, and I am here with Justin White. But, I have no idea why I am here.

Justin: You’ll find out, in due time. However, right now, I need someone from the back to come out here right now.

Cena: Who?

Justin: L. Rey. Please come out here right now!

*The crowd pops at L. Rey’s name being said. Cena and Justin wait for a few seconds, but L. Rey doesn’t come out.*

Justin: C’mon, Mister Hell’s Angel, Mister Heaven’s Mariachi! Come out, come out, wherever you are!

*Cena and Justin wait for about minute, but L. Rey still doesn’t come out.*

Justin: GODDAMMIT!!!! Where is he!?

Cena: Maybe he thinks that you’re going to hit him with that guitar.

Justin: What!? Now why would he think that!?

*Cena just looks at Justin with an unamused look.*

Justin: Um…nevermind. Anyway, Mister…Rey? Please come out. I promise…no, I swear on mah mother’s grave, the Holy Bible, and the Rebel Flag that I will not smash this guitar over your head. Now I know all that might not mean much to you, but think of that from the prospective of a proud Southerner and believe me that I will not break mah word. Please, come out here right now.

*L. Rey’s music plays. www.youtube.com/watch?v=QoQdLJt--kE The crowd pops again. L. Rey comes out with his guitar. He’s wearing a black leather coat, trendy shirt, black khakis, and black boots. He’s also holding a guitar. He walks down to the ring and enters it. He jumps up on the second turnbuckle of a corner facing the W*I*Gtron and points the neck of his guitar toward it. Then, he moves the guitar back and forth as pyro goes off in rapid succession, like a machine gun. Then, he jumps off the turnbuckle. Then, he walks up to Cena and Justin.*

L. Rey: Okay, I’m here. By the way, mi madre and the Bible mean much to me.

Justin: I am sorry if I have insulted in any way. Now, on to why I called you out here—I was thinkin’ about the match we are going to have at Date With Destiny, a Guitars On Poles Match, in which the only way to win is to take a guitar from four poles attached to the four ring posts and bash a guitar of the heads of both team members.

L. Rey: Yes, I’m aware of the match we’re having and the rules of it. So what!?

Justin: Well, I figured I should do somethin’ build momentum for the match. I thought long an’ hard about it. Then, the light bulb of ideas went off in mah head.

L. Rey: And, that would be what!?

Justin: A singin’ contest!

Cena: What!?

Justin: A singin’ contest. Are you deaf, doctor of Thuganomics!?

Cena: Do you want me to leave!?

Justin: I’m sorry. It’s was a bad joke. Anyway, I just don’t smash this guitar over people’s heads—I enjoy playin’ it and singin’ as well. I figured with that nickname “Heaven’s Mariachi” and the fact that you carry a guitar as well that you like to partake in singin’ as well. So, I figured that a friendly little singin’ contest between the two of us would be a fun little thang to do. So, do you accept, Mister Rey?

Cena: Are you nuts!? Do you actually think L. Rey is going to take part in this!?

L. Rey: I accept.

Justin: Great!

Cena: What!?

L. Rey: He’s right. I enjoy singing and playing my guitar for people. In fact, I have been trying to find perfect opportunity to play for the W*I*G audience. Luckily, Mister White has provided me with such an opportunity. And, don’t make assumptions about people, Mister Cena. It’s not very nice.

Cena: Sorry. Anyway, how are we going to determine a winner?

Justin: Well, we’ll let the audience decide.

*The crowd pops.*

Justin: Alrighty! Let’s get this sumbitch started! I’ll go first since it is my contest.

L. Rey: Very well.

*The lights go out except for a spotlight shining on the stool. Justin sits down and gets his guitar in place. He strums his guitar a little and tunes it. Then, he starts playing his song. The tune is very similar to Keith’s song “Courtesy of the Red White and Blue.” Then, he starts singing.*

Justin: Southern Girls and Southern Guys
Always told to have Southern pride
Always told to recognize
When we see The Rebel Flag flyin’ high
A lot of men died
So we can sleep in peace
In the beds in which we lie.

My daddy served in the war
As his dad had done before
They flew that Rebel Flag high in the sky
Until the day that they died
They wanted their families
To grow up and live happy
In the land of the free.

Now the South that I love
Has fallen under attack
From one of its own
Who has stabbed them in the back
Now we can handle a Northern attack
But to have a Southern brother hurt us this way
Is a low down dirty shame
So, that asshole must pay.

Hey Toby Keith
You better watch where you walk
Or you’ll find a rattlesnake
That will shut-up your talk
There’s gonna be hell to pay
For such a thing like this
It’s time that you learn
That ignorance is not always bliss
And all of the South will is going to rain down on you
And the South will leave you Red Black and Blue

Justice will be served
You will feel our rage
We’ll give you a fight
In the streets or in a cage
And you'll be sorry that you messed with
The people with Southern pride
'Cause the South will rise
And skin and tan your hide!

Hey Toby Keith
You better watch where you walk
Or you’ll find a rattlesnake
That will shut-up your talk
There’s gonna be hell to pay
For such a thing like this
It’s time that you learn
That ignorance is not always bliss
And all of the South will is going to rain down on you
And the South will leave you Red Black and Blue!!!!

*The lights come back on. There are some cheers from the crowd but mostly boos.*

Justin: Thank you! Thank you very much! *gets off the stool*

Cena: Well, that was interesting. Okay, now would be L. Rey’s turn. Mister Rey.

L. Rey: Thank you.

*The lights go out again except for the spotlight on the stool. L. Rey sits down and puts his guitar in place. He strums it a little and tunes. Then, he starts playing a beautiful soft tune. Soon, he picks it up. Then, he starts singing.*

L. Rey: Hey Juliet, come to me!
It’s you that I need to see.
At that party, I saw your face
Looking as lovely as lace.
Radiating and glowing like the sun,
And your body looking like fun
To explore with abandonment and wonder;
And aura coming off you that could tear men asunder.

We can dance with the devil in the pale moonlight
Until the morning sun makes everything bright.
And, if someone stops me, I’ll put up a fight;
They can’t keep me from being with you tonight.

Now, I know you’re a Capulet and me a Montague,
But, that doesn’t change how I feel for you.
And, I know that our parents won’t understand,
But I don’t care; let me take your hand.
We’ll go to the river near the moat,
And we’ll ride down it in my fancy boat.
For I know where the river flows
And I want to show you where it goes.

We can dance with the devil in the pale moonlight
Until the morning sun makes everything bright.
And, if someone stops me, I’ll put up a fight;
They can’t keep me from being with you tonight.

I’ll take you wherever you want to go,
If you don’t like where the river flows.
We’ll get married in a private ceremony
And spend the night in perfect harmony.
On an amazing journey, we’ll ride
And hopefully it won’t end in suicide
Because with you, I can survive,
And without you, I can’t stay alive.

We can dance with the devil in the pale moonlight
Until the morning sun makes everything bright.
And, if someone stops me, I’ll put up a fight;
They can’t keep me from being with you tonight.

*The crowd cheers loudly as the lights come back on. Some people are crying. Justin looks angry.*

Cena: I think it’s obvious who has one this contest. Your winner—L. REY!

*Cena holds up L. Rey’s hand in victory. Suddenly, Justin charges at L. Rey and clubs him from behind with his forearm, knocking both him and Cena down. The crowd boos loudly. Justin gets up and starts stomping on L. Rey. However, L. Rey jumps up and fights back with punches, chops, and Kawada kicks. The crowd starts cheering again. Suddenly, Jason White comes running down to the ring. He slides in and attacks L. Rey from behind. Then, both White Boys are beating on L. Rey. Jason then picks up L. Rey in a holding suplex, Justin jumps up onto L. Rey, and they hit him with the South Will Rise Again (inverted suplex/modified double knee chestbreaker combo). Then, the White Boys get up. Justin picks up L. Rey by his hair.*

Justin: Now, Mister Rey, I don’t want you to think that I am not a man of mah word. I said I would not smash a guitar over your head, and I swore on mah mother’s grave, the Holy Bible, and the Rebel Flag that I wouldn’t. I haven’t, but I didn’t say anythin’ about beatin’ you up…AN’ I didn’t say anythin’ about mah brother Jason smashin’ a guitar over your head!

*Justin picks up L. Rey and holds him as Jason grabs a guitar. Suddenly, James “Magnum” Constance runs down to the ring and slides into it. He starts punching and chopping Jason. Justin lets go of L. Rey and charges at Magnum, but Magnum catches him with a belly to belly suplex, which causes Justin’s legs to hit Jason and cause him to fall through the ropes and out of the ring. Both men get up, but Magnum gives Justin another belly to belly suplex. Then, Magnum grabs the guitar and waits for Justin to get. Justin and L. Rey get up. Magnum swings the guitar, but Justin ducks; and Magnum hits L. Rey with the guitar. Magnum quickly checks on L. Rey as Justin grabs a microphone and exits the ring. The White Boys walk up the ramp. They stop, and Justin speaks.*

Justin: You know…I also didn’t say anything about James “Magnum” Constance smashin’ a guitar over your head either, L. Rey!

*The White Boys laugh. Magnum exits the ring and chases them away. Then, he reenters the ring to check on L. Rey as we cut to commercial.*

[James "Magnum" Constance]

*We come back to the trainer’s room. L. Rey is sitting on the table, holding an ice pack to his neck. Then, James “Magnum” Constance comes in.*

Constance: Hey, L. Rey.

*There’s a long pause.*

Constance: Okay, I’m just gonna come out and say it! I’m sorry! I’m sorry for the spear in the other match, and I’m sorry for hitting you with a guitar! I didn’t mean to do it! Those were horrible accidents, and I’m so sorry they happened! Please forgive me.

*There’s another long pause.*

L. Rey: Sorry? Sorry!? SORRY! I don’t need an apology!

Constance: So, you understand?

L. Rey: I understand. I understand that we have a big match coming up, and I can’t trust you to not attack me!

Constance: But, those were accidents!

L. Rey: I don’t care! I am telling you. No, I am demanding that you make sure that this does not happen again!

Constance: It won’t.

L. Rey: It better not!

*There’s another long pause.*

L. Rey: Or else…there will be dire consequences.

*L. Rey drops the ice pack, gets off the table, and walks out of the room, leaving Magnum to look shocked. Then, we move on to our next segment.*

[James E. Colvin]

We are in James E. Colvin's office. Colvin is seated at his desk.

Colvin: Now, for the last month, I've been teasing both you the fans and the wrestlers alike with these talks of "Championship" implications, and I plan on getting to the chase and telling exactly what I mean. Three matches in specific will have these implications. Hardcore Hensley vs. Joshua, Chaz Stone vs. Jason Hereford, and Exner vs. Kensuke Miyamoto. The three winners of those specific matches will meet the winner of Coltrane and The Maxx Awesome at our September PPV, at the Champions' Parade, and the winner of that 4-way match will be the first ever W*I*G Heavyweight Champion. That's all I'll say at this time. Stay tuned for more announcements on this and other matches for the Champions' Parade!

Fade to black.

[The Innocent]

As we cut back to the W*I*G Sphere, we see Joshua walking down toward in the ring, clad only in a yellow jumpsuit, the crowd booing rather loudly at the young man, as following him in tow are the matching attired Rosie and Earnest, as the young man quickly enters the ring, stepping up the steps on his way there, as he walks to the center of the ring, his two allies also following inside, Rosie slipping out from under the ropes and snatching a microphone, before returning the ring, as Earnest simply walks up behind Joshua, arms folded behind his back, simply standing there look a massive and depressing statue, the much more fiery Rosie also slipping up behind him, with quite an opposite scowl on her face, as Joshua takes the microphone, bowing toward the crowd, who simply boo louder.

Bailey: Well, we heard about this earlier on. The Innocent have come out here to make an announcement... any idea what this is about Jeannie?

Lawless: You kidding me? I don't understand ANYTHING these guys do. I mean... what kind of stable attacks each other?!

Joshua: Hello all... I bid you a fine welcome, on their behalf of course. You see, I have a reason that I am out here right now, but first, I would like to address this man known as James E. Colvin. On behalf of myself, Rosie, and Earnest... as well as themselves, we are honored that you have given me a chance to gain entry into the upcoming match to decide the first W*I*G Champion. I assure you, that I will not disappoint when the time comes. I also wish my possible opponents luck in their future and hope that we get a chance to combat in the ring at some point.

He smiles with that same disturbingly content look he usually he has, as the crowd boos rather loudly at the thought of Joshua and the Innocent on top of W*I*G. Rosie reaches over and snatches the microphone.

Rosie: CAN IT YOU JACKASSES!

This just makes the crowd boo even louder, as Joshua takes the microphone back calmly.

Lawless: What a classy lady...

Bailey: You're one to talk.

Lawless: Hey. I'm definitely better then her!

Bailey: That's not really saying much.

Joshua: Relax Rosie... they are free to do whatever they like when it comes to cheering or booing us. Besides, that is not why I am here. Now, I do realize that we all had... matches this past week. Unfortunately, they deemed it unnecessary for us to compete, so we went and had a rather calm talk about it. They seemed to understand quite perfectly.

As if on cue, the Colvintron lights up, showing three bloody unconscious bodies laid out across the floor in some unknown location, of course consisting of AJ Styles, Abyss, and Moose Knuckles, as the crowd looks on in horror, now booing even more loudly. Rosie seems to have a huge grin at the sight of this, as Earnest quickly averts his eyes from the screen, covering them quite closely.

Joshua: Not to worry... they are just fine. I can assure you all that they will live on. Though, regretfully, none of them may ever be the same again.

Lawless: Oh my god... COLVIN! LOCK THESE PSYCHOS UP ALREADY!

The Colvintron immediately shuts back off, as the Innocent continue to stand in the ring, the crowd still booing away.

Joshua: As for my other upcoming opponent, one Jason Hereford... I assure him that I will not steep to such methods to face him. After all, they have said that there is no reason to spill any of his innocent blood, which is something I like to avoid myself anyway. However, I will deal with him later on. For now... I simply have a request.

Bailey: What on earth could that monster possibly have in mind

Jannie: Can't be anything good.

He turns toward the entrance way.

Joshua: Hardcore Hensley... you did an admirable job of felling my friend Earnest here. It was an excellent match in my opinion and you truly deserved the victory. However, you see... he was merely a test of your abilities. You see, as you no doubt realize, we are scheduled to face off at the next pay per view. I must warn you ahead of time that I will not being holding back against you. You see, as much as admire you, they have made it quite clear that you must be soundly defeated. So unfortunately, I have no choice but to go all out against you. Though if I can prevent it, I'll try not to cripple you completely... but, well that may not be possible.

Bailey: Sometimes I wonder if this guy is even aware himself of what he's saying...

Jeannie: Definitely a guy that deserves a trip to the loony bin. Maybe if he was in a straight jacket, I'd pay him a few conjugal visits.

Bailey: ...

The crowd continues to boo, Joshua however still not phased by this, seeming to ignore it completely.

Joshua: But... before we commence in this battle, I ask that you come out here and shake my hand, so we can officially confirm this challenge to be mutual. After all, if a fight does not have honorable intentions, then it is nothing more than a waste of time. Hensley, you are one of the few here that I admire, so I wish to make sure that our match is one to remember for the ages. So, if you don't mind... I ask you humbly come out and accept this handshake.

A long pause follows as the trio await Hensley's arrival. Suddenly, "I'll Whip Ya Head Boy" blasts across the arena to a sounding reaction. The crowd favorite Hensley steps out onto the stage with his dark brown eyes focused completely on the Innocent. He raises a brow at his future opponent's proposal, slowly making his way down the ramp. He refuses sliding in, opting to stay on the outside. A mic is rushed around to him. He glances back over his shoulder at the big screen then turns back.

Bailey: Hensley heading down to the ring now. He's quite a brave man... but then again, we know that first hand.

Jeannie: I wonder if he's also hardcore in the sack?

Hensley: I'm guessing y'all were just cleansing their souls, or some shit, right?

Hensley's snickering comments, of course, refer to the previous shots revealed.

Joshua: Well I apologize if we offended you. We had no intention of making anyone angry at us... after all, it was their intention, not ours.

Hensley: Are you serious, I'm pretty damn certain it ain't anyone's intention to get they ass whipped! Joshua, you make yourself out to be some kinda saint. A savior, even. You got talent, yeah, but your view outside of your skills is all fucked up! You're not doing anybody favors, or freeing them from anything, as you say. You're nothing more than a doll, a puppet, for these others you supposedly turn to!

Joshua: No, it's not like that all actually. I do everything for them, because they were kind enough to take me in, to mold me into their image, to make me into one of the greatest wrestlers in the entire world. I'm sorry if you don't agree with their methods, but I assure you, without them... I would be nothing. But... this isn't about me. This is about our match and I simple wanted to wish you luck.

Hensley: Aha...

Snarling at Joshua's innocent look, Hensley climbs up onto the apron. He checks behind Joshua, staring down Earnest and Rosie. He enters the ring, and approaches his opposition.

Joshua: Now then, in their name... and with their blessing, I hereby accept this challenge at Date with Destiny and I hope that the better man may one between us.

Hensley: Yeah, whatever.

Joshua extends his hand, and reluctantly, Hensley accepts it. He keeps his eyes centered, anticipating an attack of some sorts, but Earnest and Rosie never budge, and Joshua simply smiles. His grip loosens, and he waits a moment before making his next move.

As Hensley turns around, Rosie immediately jumps him from behind, tackling him to the mat and raining down fists on the back of his head! Hensley gasps in pain, trying to pry the woman off, now standing on his feet with her own his back, only for Earnest to charge forward as well, nailing him with a big boot to the face! The crowd boos quite angrily at this, as Earnest reaches down with one hand, pulling Hensley up by his neck, then holding him in a full nelson, as Rosie immediately starts unloading on him with a series of right hands to the face, doing quite a bit of damage, Hensley completely helpless to defend himself. Joshua meanwhile simply watches this, arms folded behind his back, as he looks on quite calmly at this sight, not seeming to mind at all.

Bailey: Damn it! The Innocent with a two on one assault on a helpless Hensley!

Lawless: No, not his face!!!

Joshua: I apologize Hensley... it was their will...

Blood already races down from Hensley's left eye.

Hensley: You son of a bitch! Fucking flunky-

Bailey: Joshua not even man enough to lay his own hands... or feet on Hensley. If you're gonna attack somebody, at least do it with your own hands, rather than hiding behind your allies!

Rosie immediately nails him right in the nose with a fist now, doing some damage, as he gasps in pain, the woman quickly bouncing the ropes, then coming back with a boot right to the face, doing further damage, as Hensley cringes in pain, now completely limp, as Earnest swings him around, hoisting him up, then bringing him down with a vicious Mood Killer, laying Hensley face first flat out on the mat. The crowd begins chanting "You Suck!" at the sight of this violent beating, as Joshua bends down, grabbing Hensley by the wrist and giving him a very calm handshake, before he exits the ring, Earnest and Rosie following immediately, as Hensley struggles to push himself up off the mat, but falls in mid rise, as the Innocent simply head up quietly the ramp way and once again to the back.

Bailey: This is just... sadistic. Joshua doesn't seem to even care about what happened.

Lawless: Geez... Hensley laid out by the group. These people are dangerous!

Bailey: If there's any justice in this world... Joshua and the rest of the Innocent will repent for their actions, mark my words. Hopefully, Hensley can be the one to deliver their comeuppance.

Lawless: If Hensley can recover in time for their match...

We cut to one last shot of Hensley on the mat, before we cut to commercial.

[the1force]

After some commercials, we fade to the WIG arena where DJ Toxic's It's Killing Me is blasting through the speakers as the crowd cheers for the arrival of the first team.

Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is an intergender tag-team contest scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing in at a combined weight of 410lbs, Lexi Dyionysi and Tristan Hades... The Olympus Siblings!

Lexi is the first one to show up, hoping and dancing excitedly. Tristan quickly follows, his serious look and his calm way to walk contrasting with his sister's antics. Lexi happily goes from one side of the ramp to the other, high-fiving her fans on the way. Some crowd members try to high-five Tristan as well, but he ignores the raised hands and just keeps walking, making sure nobody does his sister any harm. They eventually climb into the ring, Lexi doing using the ropes to slingshot herself into the ring and land perfectly on her feet, while Tristan simply slides in and gets into their corner. After a few seconds, their theme song fades away and Knights of Cydonia starts playing.

Finkel: And their opponents who debut tonight, hailing from parts unknown, weighing in at a combined weight of 349 lbs, they are simply known as Him and Her!

The shady couple appear at the end of the ramp and pose right after the Fink is done with their introduction. The crowd being unfamiliar with this new couple, they don't know how to react to their arrival. They start walking in the direction of the ring, giving a few glances to the crowd. They seem to be smiling, though the hoods of their capes hide most of their face and taping can be seen wrapped around the parts of their faces that aren't hidden by the hoods, with just a small gap left for their mouths. They eventually slide inside the ring at the same time, then each of them climbs a turnbuckle and poses for the crowd again. Their song fades away and the referee calls for the bell.

After some discussions on both sides, it appears that the ladies will kick this one off. The men go on the apron as Her and Lexi go face-to-face. Lexi goes for the first assault with a jab to the face, but Her grabs Lexi's wrist and hits a Short-arm Clothesline. Lexi gets up and Her grabs the colorful girl for a DDT, but Lexi shoves her into the ropes as Her bounces, Lexi bends over for a Back Body Drop, but Her jumps over Lexi and as they turnaround, Lexi is struck with a strong Haymaker to the face.
As Lexi nurses her mouth, she loses focus and is grabbed by Her who hits a Gutwrench Suplex! This is off to a bad start for Lexi and Tristan seems upset about the situation. Her grabs a handful of Lexi's hair, but Lexi starts punching her opponent in the belly. Her eventually releases Lexi who manages to strike her with a European Uppercut, which makes the shaddy woman turn around, giving Lexi the opportunity to hit a Bulldog! Lexi wastes no time and immediately apples her trademark Syn’s So Proud! Unfortunately for the cheery woman, Her is pretty good at submissions as well and she manages to get out of this one after a couple of seconds.

Lexi gets up faster than her opponent and decides to tag Tristan in. As Her gets up, her hood now fallen, revealing her taping-wrapped head, she falls face to... chest with Tristan. After a bit of surprise due to suddenly meeting this massive man after the frail woman, Her refocuses just in time to see Tristan's huge fist flying, and she barely has time to slide between his legs and get back up behind him. She quickly jumps and strikes him with a dropkick to the back. This makes Tristan stumble forward but he does not fall, hence Her hops on the nearby ropes and strikes him with a Springboard Dropkick to the back, which sends Hades chest first into the corner next to Her's partner.
She tags him in and he climbs the turnbuckle, hooks his legs around the 6'8” man's head and performs a Headscissors Takedown. Him goes for the cover, but he is immediately thrown away by the muscular man. They both get up and Tristan quickly takes Him down with a Big Boot, which makes Him's hood fall and reveal his tape-wrapped head as well. Tristan then hoists Him up for a Gorilla Press, which makes the crowd cheer, but Him manages to punch his way free and to slide behind th huge man. Him rushes to the ropes and bounces, Tristan Hades tries to counter with a Clothesline, but Him ducks while performing a Baseball Slide! It brings Tristan to a kneeled position and Him monopolizes and runs to the ropes again, striking a Shining Wizard! After this, Him climbs a turnbuckle and performs a Moonsault, going for the pin!

1... 2-Kicked out!

The big man is not done yet, but he is crawling as Lexi is offering her hand for the tag. He is a bit reluctant to the idea of letting her fight a male opponent, but he eventually slaps Lexi's hand, who hops on the top rope as Him is getting up, and she hits him with a Hurricanrana! But wait! Him counters and powerbombs her! He picks her up and lifts her, now performing a Northern lights Bomb! Mysth quickly jumps on a turnbuckle and gets ready to perform a top rope move, but Tristan refuses to let Him inflict more punishment on his sister and pulls the top rope, making Him fall down hard on the mat. The referee tells Tristan Hades not to do this again and he doesn't see Lexi and Him getting up, and Lexi spitting her Spiked Punch at Him's face! The few gaps for the eyes, nose and mouth of the man are enough to make him receive some of the mist and it makes him lose focus! Lexi then starts stomping the ground and the crowd claps in time, then runs at Him for the Technotic Swerve! And she covers!

1... 2..Kicked out!

Him is now crawling towards his teammate. Lexi tries to stop him and grabs his tights, but he manages to slap her hand and Her enters the ring. The two women are facing each other again. Lexi jumps on the ropes once again for a Seeing the Butterflies, but Her rolls away after the headscissors Armbar part of the move. The two women run at each other and Her hits Lexi with a Spear! She hooks the leg!

1... 2... Tristan kicks Her away!!

The referee tells Tristan to get back to the apron and threatens to disqualify his team if he keeps interfering while Lexi is the legal contestant. The two women get up, with Lexi looking dizzy. Her uses the opportunity to grab her from behind for a Released German Suplex, but Lexi was just playing possum and she is still in good enough condition to land on her feet. Her charges for a Clothesline, but Lexi leapfrogs over her, then jumps on Her's shoulders before she can turn around and she goes for a Victory Roll!

1... 2..Kicked out!

The two women get up and look exhausted. They turn around to face each other. All of a sudden, Lexi cheerfully raises her hands to the sky with a big cheery smile on her face, before rushing at Her and going for a Clothesline, but she is caught by Her and receives a big Spinebuster! Her then runs to the ropes and bounces, but meanwhile, Lexi manages to uses her last bits of strength to tag Tristan in, and Her's face meets Tristan's sole for a Big Boot! He then picks Her up and Irish whips her, hitting a Misfitunction! Tristan looks at Him with a smirk on his face, before turning around to pin Her, only to witness something no-one expected to see anymore at this point: Her bringing her feet to her upper body, before jumping forward on her feet! The crowd cheers for this display of toughness, and Her quickly makes the tag, making Him enter the ring.
Tristan charges Him, who dodges and shoves Hades into the ropes, nailing him with a Dropkick on the rebound. Him charges Tristan as he's getting up, but is caught into a Flapjack! Tristan grabs Him by the hair and brings him to his feet, before striking him with a punch to the guts. Tristan Irish whips Him, who manages to counter with a Flying Forearm that shoves the 275 lbs man right into the turnbuckle! Him goes one and strikes Hades with a CM Punk-esque Shining Wizard to Bulldog! Him then hops on the turnbuckle and signals to the crowd that he's about to hit his finisher, which gets him a pop. Tristan slowly makes it on all fours, then on a kneeled position, and he can't even see Him flying over the ring and hitting the Fateful Whirlwind!! Tristan is down and Him covers before the distressed eyes of Lexi!

1... 2... 3!

Finkel: Here are your winners... Him and Her!!

Him & Her's theme plays once again as they put their hoods back in place and celebrate their victory in the center of the ring under the cheering of the crowd and as Lexi and Tristan roll out of the ring, Tristan cursing and Lexi trying to calm him down. As the shady team is about to leav the ring, they are interrupted by a familiar voice.

James E Colvin: CUT THE MUSIC!!

The crowd and the winning team seem to be confused about what the chairman of WIG is doing here.

James E Colvin: Somebody give them microphones! I've got a couple of things to tell them.

Him & Her are being handed microphones.

James E Colvin: See, when I signed you guys, all I had to know you was a couple of videotapes depicting some of your matches in independent federations. But that was enough for me to know that you are very skilled athletes as you just proved it in that match. That being said, I hate not to know who my employees are. You guys are remaining very quite and mysterious about yourselves, and for people who are in such a business, that is pretty rare, it almost makes me wonder if you guys aren't up to something... So I am kindly asking you, who are you guys, exactly?

Him & Her share a smile, then Him starts talking.

Him: Everything will be announced in due time. There is more to it than anyone can imagine.

James E Colvin: Hm... “in due time” is a pretty... imprecise deadline, don't ya think?

Her: We cannot allow ourselves to tell you the whole Truth right now. But do not worry, for the Truth shall be revealed very soon.

Him: All we can tell you for now is that WIG needs us, and we need WIG. When the Truth is revealed, you will realize that our presence is beneficial for both you and us.

James E Colvin: *He smiles* Look, I can't just content mys...

Her: Enough! We do not wish to converse with you no more. It is not that we dislike your talking, but we must go, for revealing the Truth too soon could be harmful to everyone.

Him & Her then hand the microphones back to the employees who handed them to the couple before leaving through the crowd.

[ShugaToKoshinryo]

*The camera appears backstage. White background, with a cherry blossom tree. Stormy-looking clouds as well. Painted canvas. What would be a normal elegant painted back ground is tainted by a set of Victorian-style dolls staring from a corner. Standing in front of this macabre canvas is a pair of women. Both are quite unusually styled, dressed as if dolls themselves.

The smaller woman is reminiscent of a sprite, dressed in white. The taller woman dressed in red, like blood that’s been shed. The little one is standing to the right, looking not at all for a fight. The bigger female is leaning to the left, like a mourning woman, love bereft. The White Lady has dawned a smile, while the Red Lady looks set to beguile.

In the lady Red’s left hand, a red lace parasol. In the Lady White’s right, a white lace one. In their other appendages, a doll that resembles them. Pinned to these eerie miniatures, names. The Sprite’s says Shuga, in a silver script. The Red Woman’s says Koshinryo, in purple script.

Utterly white hands encircle each the other. They begin to speak.*

Shuga: We are not happy with how we are viewed-

Koshinryo: It does not please us-

Shuga: It makes us sad-

Koshinryo: Mad-

Shuga: Unhappy-

Koshinryo: And when that happens

Shuga: *Smile* We hurt people-

Koshinryo: So before you speak

Shuga: Don't forget-

Koshinryo: We are people too

Shuga: And

Koshinryo: We can't wait

Shuga: To share our pleasure

Koshinryo: In everyone's pain

Shuga: Because the only way to truly have fun-

Koshinryo: Is with a taste for the macabre-

*At this they turn to each other, little looking heaven ward, big looking hell bound.*

Shuga: WIG the fed is falling down-

Koshinryo: Falling down

Shuga: Falling down

Koshinryo: WIG the fed is falling down

Koshinryo and Shuga: And it will go in flames.


[shadow=maroon,left,3,300]Shuga.//.\\.//.\\ Koshinryo[/shadow]

[The Maxx]

*"Nobody Does It Better" by Carly Simon plays throughout the W*I*G-Sphere. The crowdbegins booing as they relaize who's about to enter. After approximately 40 seconds of the song, THE MAXX AWESOME makes his way out to a bit of a mixed reaction! MAXX struts onward, pointing to himself ocassionally & agreeing with Carly's proclamations that, indeed, nobody does do it better.*

Howard Finkel: Ladies & Gentlemen, please welcome at this time... "The One Man Show"... THE MAXX AWE~SOME!!!

*"The Fink's" announcement is met with more boos then cheers. This gives MAXX pause before he enters the ring. He clambers on up the ring steps before he points out into the audience & jerks his head a little bit. He steps in between the ropes & takes the microphone from "The Fink" in one grand sweeping gesture.*

MAXX: Thank you, thank you. THE MAXX AWESOME (Dramatic Pause)... loves you all too.

MAXX: Coltrane...

*The name provokes more boos than MAXX thought it would.*

MAXX: I'm thinking maybe we got off on the wrong foot, why don't ya come on out here?

*After a few seconds, "I Don't Wanna be Me" starts to play & Coltrane quickly marches his way to the ring. He slides right in & snaps the microphone from MAXX's hands.*

Coltrane: What have you got to say, MAXX? Another bunch of lame one-liners & cliched catchphrases? I've heard them all before & this time, I'm in no mood for your "cooler-than-thou" bullshit!

*Coltrane decks MAXX with the microphone. MAXX staggers back slightly & runs at Coltrane. The two men engage in a fist fight. Coltrane gains the upper hand & sends MAXX outside the ring. It can be seen now that MAXX is bleeding from wher Coltrane struck him. Security comes running down to keep the two men seperate. MAXX is raging, just itching to get a shot at Coltrane. The security squad leads Coltrane off to the back & he does so without making a fuss as MAXX tries to break though the wall of six guys around him. Coltrane gives a slight wave to MAXX & mouths the words "See you Sunday." as MAXX continues to fume over the cheap shot he just got.*