VOICE OVER: The time has arrived.....
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VOICE OVER: LIGHT IT UP!!!!!!!!!
[WildFire! goes on the air to the opening riffs of Anthrax's Gung Ho.]
[The screen comes to life with a shot of the End Of Days logo that quickly disappears and is replaced with an image of The Odd Couple connecting with a double team move on Napalm during their CSWA tag team title match. A burst of light flashes across the screen and the image fades out to show the CSWA logo.]
[Flames shoot across the screen followed by Loki climbing up the ladder while The Legacy lies flat on his back below him. A shot of the EoD logo again...quickly followed up by Mullroix executing the Max Out off the ladder]
[Flames.A shot of Ripper Longshanks staring down Adam-X as the former Mr. Dude and Nighthawk battle in the background. Flash of flames.......An image of the Fury their arms raised in victory as Ripper Longshanks backs away from the ring, a look of disgust on his face]
[A flash of the free for all at Fan Fest. O'Brien rolling out of the ring a wicked smile on his face as The Beast lies motionless in the ring. Flames lick their way up the screen. A shot of a thousand screaming fans chanting O'Briens name as he walks through the seats.]
[A image of Python doing the twenty five foot dive off the glass onto Kushner flashes across the screen. More flames then a still of Kushner and Python lying on the mat, their bodies and faces bleeding from all the glass that has become imbedded into their skin during the Crystal Dreams match]
[A shot of Jack Cross coming to the ring with his weapon of choice. Flames streak across the screen. Another shot of Cross laying on the mat as Mace goes to work on him.]
[More flames followed by images of Napam, TSM and Loki during their respective matches at End Of Days..]
[Flames scream across the screen and disappear to show Mace attempting the Crossroads on Cross. .]
[A shot of Robert Marshall starting to hand the CSWA Heavyweight belt to Alex Constantine. More flames. A final image of Johnny Storm, his arms out stretched, eyes closed the Heavyweight slung across his shoulders]
[The words WildFire! pop up on the screen and are quickly engulfed in flames]
[Pyro starts going off througout the Carver-Hawkeye Arena as flames shoot out of the top of the ramp and the video screen lights up showing the CSWA logo followed by WildFire!. The fans jump their feet as an instrumental version of Gung Ho starts blasting through the sound system.]
[Camera zooms in then pans across the arena where fans are waving makeshift signs that vary from "I found an angel in my bottle of Whiskey to "Katzilla is one fine pussy" to "I got Nasty with Big Nasty and found where the Napalm was". The camera then moves to inside the ring where ring announcer "Diamond" Lou Walsh stands with a mic in his hand. With a big grin he brings the mic up to his mouth]
[DIAMOND LOU]: Iowa City, Iowaaaaaaaaa Welcome to WILDFIREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
[The noise level raises to a defeaning tone as Walsh finishes his announcement. The camera zooms away from Walsh and focuses in on the announcing team for the CSWA, Eddie "Two Times" Page and Russell McCoy. Page wears a black CSWA polo shirt while McCoy wears a black button down shirt with a small WildFire! logo printed above his heart.Behind the announcing team CSWA fans jostle to get their faces on the tv. Both men smile into the camera and Page starts speaking]
[PAGE]: Welcome to WildFire! I'm Eddie Page and with me to my right is none other than.......
[McCOY]: The best damn announcer in the business........
{PAGE]: [Page doesn't miss a beat] Russell McCoy. And tonight folks we have one hell of a show for you. Hot off the heels of End of Days this WildFire! will prove to everyone out there just how much of a good thing the CSWA is.
[MCCOY]: And will once again showcase just how damn good I am.
[PAGE]: [Page looks sideways at McCoy but doesn't reply to the comment] That's right.. [Pages stop in mid sentence as something comes over his ear piece]..I've just been informed that the CAL Tag Team Champions..The Whiskey Devils are going to be coming out very shortly.
[MCCOY]:Ahh two drunk Limey's and some shiny metal. Life is truly good now. [rolls eyes]
[DIAMOND LOU]: AT THIS TIME, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PLEASE JOIN ME IN WELCOMING BACK TO THE CSWA,
YOUR COALITION OF AFFILIATED LEAGUES' WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSSSSSSSSSSSSS...THE WHISKKKKKKKKEY
DEVIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLSSSSSSS!!
[A deep, rich amber glow filled the arena, as the drums of the Mahones began to beat quickly.
On the CSWA screen, the words "WHISKEY DEVILS" faded in slowly as the fans stand to their feet
as the Mahone's cheery Irish tune filters throughout and surrounds the people.]
[Bursts of pyro explode on both sides of the entrance as Seamus and Lancaster emerge from the curtain, the former still using a Guinness keg to bare his championship belt. The music's loudness only increases as the CSWA fans give the champions a rousing ovation, for having retained the championship against Flare and Thunder. Seamus and Lancaster stand at the top and acknowledge the fans' reaction, all of whom are standing on their feet.]
[The two men turn to walk down towards the ring, surveying the fans. Seamus hurled his keg into
the ring, as the two men slid in and stood in the centre of the ring, soaking up the fans'
appreciation for keeping the Tag Team Championship home in the CSWA. "Diamond Lou" applauded
and shook both mens hands before handing the mic off to Seamus.]
[SEAMUS]: CUT THE FECKIN' MUSIC!!!
[The music cuts out. A "Whiskey Devils" chant breaks out in the crowd.]
[SEAMUS]: We're BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!"
[A huge pop from the crowd.]
[SEAMUS]: Feckin' aye! Lemme tell ye...we just flew in from Vegas, and boy, are our arms tired!
[McCOY]: Too bad he didn't bring back his sense of humour back with him.
[SEAMUS]: Feckin' Aye!!! Let's just say that we went to the BWWa, or as they like to call it...
the...the...Robbie, what the feck do they call it again?
[LANCASTER:] Hmm [rubbing his chin] well old boy I believe they called themselves the "B-Dub."
[SEAMUS]: Feckin' Aye...the 'B-Dub'...or whatever the feck they call it...we went to the
"B-Dub"...we went...we saw...we FECKIN' CONQUORED!!!
[Another huge cheer from the crowd.]
[SEAMUS]: And we STILL have the feckin' CAL World Tag Team Championships around our bloody
waists!!! FECKIN' AYE!!!
[The crowd gives a roaring ovation, as Lancaster applauds in the background.]
[SEAMUS]: An' speakin' o'belts, that brings me to somethin' else I wanna talk about...the CSWA
T.V. Title...more specificially, to Mr. Mastino sittin' in the back, AN'I HOPE YER GODDAMNED
LISTENIN' MASTINO!!! But unless my eyes or ears are decievin' me, there's a match tonight for
the number 1 contendership for the title, where in one corner, there's The Beast...oh, wait,
I'm sorry, I mean...[making little quotation marks with his fingers] "The Best'...feckin' aye,
the BEST GODDAMNED WASTE O'SPACE IN THE ENTIRE FECKIN' CSWA!!! An' in the other corner, there's
the "Legacy" wi'his fruity, pansy-arsed poetry!
[Seamus' statement received a mixed reaction, as both men had a swathe of supporters present.]
[SEAMUS]: But back to my main point, AND THERE IS A POINT...ye see, Mastino...ye forgot somethin'
here...ye see, in case ye bloody forgot, just before Robbie an'I did yer boss Marshall a favour by
bringin' home these here belts to yer CSWA, an' all the money that comes along wi'it...I had
myself a wee little number 1 contendership match wi'that so-called "rookie sensation," Jason
Orion, who, last I checked is off caddyin' some golf course or shinin' some shoes on some
goddamned street corner after I beat his feckin' arse to a bloody pulp to become THE NUMBER ONE
CONTENDER to the CSWA T.V. Title!!!
[PAGE]: He's right...that's his claim to make!
[SEAMUS]: I want my goddamned shot at the T.V. Title, the shot that I bloody well EARNED!!!
So ye see, Marshall or Mastino or whoever the hell signs these bloody matches...we have a problem here...no, YE'RE the one wi'the problem, an'it's up to
ye to solve it, an' solve it ye bloody well WILL!!! Feckin' aye, because if
ye don't solve it...well, let's just say, if ye thought that the Darkness and the Authority was
a problem...just wait'll ye shake hands wi'the devil!
[Seamus hands the microphone over to Lancaster.]
[LANCASTER]: Well, I must say it's good to be home...but having just returned from Las Vegas,
and before we depart for Florida, there's just one thing that's been on my mind, professionally.
[Lancaster paced.]
[LANCASTER]: And that's the perceived or seeming lack of respect we've been shown. Not by
our opponents, not by the fans, nor the wrestling media, but rather by a few members of our
home federation.
[The fans murmured.]
[PAGE]: What's he mean?
[McCOY]: Hear the man out.
[LANCASTER]: As World Tag Team Champions, we have the decided right to be called the best in
the world, by virtue of these straps we have the pride and honour of wearing. In a recent
interview though, Nighthawk, one of the greatest in history, no doubt, has seen it fit to deny
our place in the annals of wrestling history - and not only in the grand scheme of history, but
in the current situation today.
[McCOY]: Oooh. He hates him.
[PAGE]: He didn't say that McCoy.
[LANCASTER]: In a recent interview, Nighthawk saw it fit to declare himself and Adam-X, whom
I have the utmost professional respect for, and I quote, "the best tag team in the world right
now." Now, we have serious issues with this statement. Your legacy, and that of Adam-X, as you
discussed in the same interview, is secure. But for now though, you are witnessing the
establishment of a new legacy, the beginning of a new golden age in wrestling, one that began
on APRIL 14, 2003, WHEN ROBERT LANCASTER II AND SEAMUS FINNEGAN WON THE UNDISPUTED
COALITION OF AFFILIATED LEAGUES' WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!!
[The fans cheer , while others jump to their feet declaring their support for the Fury.]
[LANCASTER]: Our time is upon us, and we welcome you, Fury, anyone and everyone in the entire
coalition, and to the newly signed on NAW, to step up, show what you have, and PROVE to us
that YOU are in fact the best in the world. Until that time...show US some respect.
We don't seek your praise, your support, hell, even your admiration. Respect is above all these
things. And if we can't get it by virtue of the titles we hold, then, it will be our utmost
pleasure to BEAT IT INTO YOUR GODDAMNED SKULLS.
[The crowd bursts at Lancaster's intensity.]
[SEAMUS]: An' if ye don't like that...
[Seamus held the microphone towards the crowd, who responded with a unison "POGUE MAHONE!!!"]
[SEAMUS]: Feckin' right!
[Seamus tosses the microphone away as the Mahone's tune revved up again. They slide out of the
ring and Seamus began to spray Guinness on the crowd, much to their delight, as they
head back towards the back]
[PAGE]:Well the gauntlet has been laid down and I can guarantee you all that the next time the Whiskey Devils tour the CSWA their opponents will be The Fury.
[MCCOY]:You forgot to mention the word IF. As in If the Devils are still the tag champs by then.
[PAGE]:Good point Russ, but I've a feeling that The Whiskey Devils will be tag champs for a long time coming. And on that note folks we will be back with our first match of the night.
[Fade to a commercial for End of Days. See the rebroadcast Saturday May 16th at 9:00pm. Only on PPV]
