In Response To Dino Delsante's Challenge
Nomad Offers "The Cornerstone" A Whole New World Of Pain


-=- The setting is common EWA house show. The crowd is unusually hot this evening, they even popped for former EWA Crippleweight Champion Steve Blackman. The ring attendants are cleaning up the ring after a fairly decent hardcore match, gathering up things like bent cookie sheets and broker broomsticks. Suddenly the lights go out, and the arena is silent. An eerie green glow rises to dimly illuminate the arena, and the pulsing bass intro of "Time Bomb" by Godsmack pounds over the PA system. The crowd erupts as four neon green pyrobombs go off by the entranceway, and Nomad steps out from behind the curtain just as the house lights come back on. Nomad is standing on the entrance platform, with his dirty blonde hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. Two strands of hair hang down over his eyes. He�s wearing a black MachineHead shirt, denim shorts, and his customary black ten-eye steel-toe stomping boots. He walks down to the ramp, climbs up on the ring apron, and steps in through the ropes. He pulls a microphone out of his back pocket and flips it on, and the whole crowd falls silent as his entrance theme fades out -=-

I came here today to address one thing and one thing only: "The Cornerstone" Dino Delsante. This little prick thinks he can come out here and issue challenges and book matches whenever he damn well pleases?! I don�t think so. You see, Dino. No one calls me out. You want to issue a challenge to me? Ha ha ha....alright, son. But don�t do it half-assed. I don�t do that pansy shit. "First Blood / Last Man Standing Match?!" Sorry, boy. But I�m on a slightly higher level than that amateur bullshit.

So how about this....boys, bust it out....let the whole world see what I have planned for Dino Delsucky.

-=- Spotlights blast on, and focus on Nomad standing in the center of the ring. He points at the ceiling, and they slowly pan up....and focus on something lowering from the ceiling....an ominous fifteen-foot high solid black ladder. The crowd pops, but not much....a ladder match is far too cliche for the EWA....especially for Nomad. It lowers down slowly, and touches down in the ring as Nomad steps out of the way. Nomad unhooks it from the cable, which raises back into the ceiling. Nomad sets it up in the center of the ring, and climbs up to the top. He sits on the top of the ladder, perched fifteen feet above the canvas below -=-

Ha ha ha....hold on, folks. I ain't done yet.

-=- The crowd cheers, anticipating what else Nomad will add to the match -=-

A ladder match is cliche for that little federation, the WWF. It sure as hell won�t be a fitting match for the Extreme Wrestling Association. Jeff Hardy�s somersault senton bomb may be impressive to all the smarks out in TV land, but it just doesn�t cut it for you folks. That�s why, I�ve got a little surprise....you guys out in the trailer....hit it.

-=- The EWA Big Screen flashes to life, and shows a picture of a Hell in a Cell cage. It�s lit ominously, a giant steel monolith of pain and punishment brought to life. The crowd screams once again, but Nomad raises his hand to silence them -=-

Hold on, people. ....There�s more. This won�t be a Ladder Match. This won�t be a Hell in a Cell Match. That shit�s for pussies. How does this sound, Dino? We�ll put that little cage down around the ring, then we�ll toss in this here fifteen-foot ladder. Then, hanging twenty feet above the shaky chain-link roof of that cage, we�ll hang my EWA International Title. The first person who can climb onto the roof of that cage, set up the ladder, then climb forty feet above the floor to grab that title belt....is the winner. Are you scared, Dino? I know you are. You�re shaking in your boots. You�re pissing your pants. You�re absolutely fucking terrified. And you damn well should be.

This out of your league, Dino? Hell yes it is. Because this is the EWA, the Extreme Wrestling Association. This is my home. And when you step into my home, you play by my rules. Is that too much for you, little mister "Cornerstone?" Then you can just hand me my title and we�ll call the whole thing off. Fine by me. And hell, maybe you even have the sack to accept my little challenge. Even better. That mean I get to kick your sorry mid-card ass left and right, up and down, and show you what it really takes to be an International Champion. I MADE THAT BELT, DINO. You? You�re just keeping it warm for me. Now it�s time....time for me to take it back. And at No Fear, Dino....that�s just what I�m gonna� do.

You say you�re the cornerstone of the EWA? Fine. But at EWA: No Fear, I�m taking out the fucking foundation....and that, Dino, means you. Two men will step into the first ever Ascent to Armageddon match, and only one man will walk out. And you, my friend, had better book a hospital room. Because I have every God-damned intention of taking you to the top of that cage, to the top of that fucking ladder....and bringing you to your�

-=- The crowd erupts, screaming "JOURNEY�S END!!!" in unison with Nomad, who switches off the microphone and pockets it. He climbs through the ropes as "Time Bomb" by Godsmack slams over the PA system, and leaves the arena to a giant pop from the crowd. He leaves the ladder set up in the ring and the image of the Hell in a Cell cage on the Big Screen as a reminder to everyone of the pain Dino Delsante is going to feel at EWA: No Fear -=-



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