JP: What a violent display by the Mexican Beast!

Sully: It was hard to watch that viscous animal sometimes, JP..

JP: Well, what a huge impact for Leandro's debut match here in the MWF..

Sully: Nothing has changed since we last saw him demolish the WEW!

[El Mexicano Condena keeps his dark eyes on the fallen Stud, breathing heavily as 'Cancion Del Mariachi' plays and the fans rumble. The referee walks over to raise the enormous tattooed arm of Leandro, but a cold glare from the Beast stops the official in his tracks. Jimmy Pez climbs into the ring, with a mic in his stubby, little hand. He gives an impressed look to Leandro, before turning his eyes to Stud, writhing on the canvas in pain]

Jimmy Pez: Cut the damn music.. Here's your example, boys and girls. I promised you violence, brutality and no mercy. And my client, the Beast from Tijuana, gave you exactly that! This poor fool is the first of many to fall at the hands of Leandro, he is the example for every man on the roster..

[Jimmy Pez looks to the top of the ramp, pointing to the backstage area. Leandro bloodshot eyes are seen looking out from behind his thick, black hair.. Staring intensely up the ramp, while no emotion passes over his scarred face]

Jimmy Pez: This is the night that every damn one of you out the back is gonna remember.. When your number is called, you will all remember this moment when I gave every man his first and only warning.. Leandro is an unstoppable Beast and every man on the roster is in danger.

[The fans roar, obviously taking a liking to the monster. Jimmy turns to the camera and stares down the lens as he finishes, in a serious tone]

Jimmy Pez: This is the night that the Mexican Convict begins his warpath through the Maximum Wrestling Federation.. Don't say your Uncle Jimmy didn't warn you, boys and girls.

[At that point, Jimmy turns back to face Leandro. With the wave of his hand, El Mexicano Condena storms over to Stud and reaches his huge hands down. In
an instant, Stud is ripped up onto his feet, with his back facing the Beast. The fans cheer as Leandro captures him in a reverse bearhug, lifting Stud's feet off the mat, and then explodes back down with great force! Stud's face bounces off the canvas, as the animal lands back on his feet, giving out a wild roar! Jimmy nods his head, as the Mexican Convict never takes his psychotic glare off the unmoving Stud..]

JP: Leandro sending a message to the entire MWF roster!

Sully: This guy is gonna be big, JP.. I think everyone knows that.

JP: Nothing is gonna stand between this creature and greatness..

--- Commercial Break: Tivelli has fallen, a new kind of fire is taking over WEW (www.wewefed.com) ---

[Tempest had not been seen in the MWF since his impressive victory against Father John Ramsey. After one of the greatest victories in his MWF career he should have been talking on and on about it like he normally did. But he was a changed man. That much had become glaringly obvious as the weeks following Conflict rolled on. He had not lost any of his edge however and that also was evident as he continued with his winning ways in the ring. His music, which was the same as the music that he used for The Master Plan, boomed around the arena. It would arouse noise that was not used against him for once, but used to support him.]

JP: This will be the first time Tempest has been in an MWF ring since his defeat of Father John Ramsey and, since then, a certain cult status appears to have been established with the fans. He�s won them over in an astonishing turn around of personality.

JP: I don�t know. I�m not sure I can ever trust him after the way he ran The Master Plan no matter how much he�s supposedly changed. But there is no disputing that he is a tremendous athlete that still has a hell of a lot to offer to the MWF.

[Tempest eventually appears at the top of the ramp, much to the delight of the fans who warmly receive him. He�d smile, nodding his head a little bit. He was dressed in the same attire that he wore when leading and instructing from the position of head of The Master Plan. He�d grin as he made his way down the ramp, his pressed trousers making his legs appear more like strong, chiselled poles than limbs. Making it down to the ramp, he�d take a microphone that was resting on the apron from announcer�s usage of it moment�s ago. Rolling under the bottom rope as he grabs onto it and stands in the middle of the ring. He�d not hesitate to speak. After all, why should he? He didn�t have to compete with any noise from the audience that was trying to stop him from speaking. He�d raise the microphone, speaking into it clearly and with confidence.]

Tempest: Well, it�s been a few weeks since I last stepped into an MWF ring.

[It was more than obvious where he was going with things as he glanced about the ring before returning his attention to those in front of him.]

Tempest: In fact, I haven�t been inside the ring since I defeated Father John Ramsey for the number one contender spot for the World title.

[He just had to rub it in a little bit. Despite his attitude change, he was still a bad winner. He may have grown a respect for those he worked with and those that got him paid (the fans) but he still acknowledged when he won. He still made the most out of them and savoured them. He smiled a bit, noticing that a group of FJR objected to him rubbing it in before continuing.]

Tempest: Although, to be fair, either of us could have won it. Father John Ramsey could well be the hardest opponent that I have come up against. But then the fact that it took so much effort might be down to the fact that we were in Japan. You always want to make a special effort when in other countries of the world. You want to promote the best image of the federation that you can and you always try doubly hard to make a good impression.

[He�d pause again, glancing about the arena as he wetted his upper lip.]

Tempest: But that�s not taking anything away from him. He was a fantastic match and if I come away with the World title around my waist, I�d want him to be the first person to challenge me for it.

[Despite his best attempts to sound genuine, it might be observed that he is saying this only as a formality, as if it was for the sake of good sportsmanship. He�d seem to be relieved as he moves off the subject, no longer having to praise his opponent. He moves onto the next issue.]

Tempest: The next step is the World title. You�ll have to excuse me for sounding arrogant, but I just don�t feel as if Thunder Bull will be holding onto that title for very much longer.

[He was taking a risk here. This arrogance might be a step too far and it might draw a disagreement from the audience. As it happens, he escapes with his new reputation unscathed as the fans are more than happy to hear Tempest talking Thunder Bull down. He would pause for a moment before continuing.]

Tempest: I just don�t think he has it in him. He�s had a fantastic run. One of the best, if not �the- best. But that�s only because he�s yet to put that gold on the line against me. That�s the only reason he�s held onto it for as long as he has and now that I am going to make a move to take it, I don�t think he�s going to be able to clutch to it for any longer.

[He rubbed his face in thought for a moment before taking in a deep breath and continuing.]

Tempest: Now I didn�t come down here for no reason. I came down here to make a proposition. I came down here to propose an idea to the management of the MWF. Now, a lot of people would be satisfied with winning the World title. The highest honour in the MWF. A lot of people would think that after they win that, there�s no where else for them to go. They�d think that that was their job done. I believe that there is a lot more to do than win the World title to be considered the best in the business. And I want the chance to prove that I am the best wrestler to ever grace the MWF.

[He would pause for a moment, stroking his chin in thought of how to word this without sounding too arrogant. He didn�t want to lose the support of the fans that he had worked so hard to turn around in his favour.]

Tempest: I am going to set myself a challenge that, with the permission of the authorities, I can start the Dynamite following the one after March Madness. If I win the World title, I want the chance to go further. But how far can one go? In order to prove that I am the best, I have to beat the best and I want to have matches set up that enable me to have the chance to beat the best. But more than that. More than that.

[He�d raise a finger and a small smile creeps across his face.]

Tempest: I am going to beat the best in pairs. I will not just face the cream of the MWF in one-on-one matches but will take them on in handicap matches. I am prepared to face Kronik, The Kovenant and Insane Wayne and Gunman Stinger in handicap matches in order to prove that I am the best. I will do this in back-to-back weeks and in back-to-back matches. I am willing to participate in these matches, putting my World title on the line to any of the wrestlers that I face during these matches.

[He�d pause, savouring the prospect of this match.]

Tempest: Should I come out of these three matches with the World title intact, I demand that I be seen as the best. I insist that those that have doubted my ability by swayed by it. What more evidence would you need? I would have stood the test of time and have proven myself worthy of being called a real wrestling legend.

[His smile would grow as would the sound of the audience as they too savour the prospect of these matches.]

Tempest: But I can only go ahead with these matches with the MWF World title. As well as that, I need Mister Walker�s consent. Without his permission this idea can go no further. So, Mister Walker, tell me. Will you grant me the permission to establish these matches? Will you let me try to define what a true wrestler really is?

[He�d lower the microphone, dropping it down to the side as he turned his attention towards the entrance way, waiting expectantly.]

JP: That is quite a challenge that Tempest made for himself there...

Sully: Still it will be interesting to see whether the MWF CEO will like the idea.

[Tempest waits in the centre of the ring, staring at the entrance way....the crowd fall silent as no sound comes from the PA system. The MaxiTron continues to whirl with the MWF logo but there is no sign of the MWF CEO.]

JP: Come on Walker, don't keep us hanging around.

Sully: I want to find out if Steven Douglas can win the MWF Television Championship, or whether Gunman Stinger can hang onto it.

[The MWF World Heavyweight Championship No.1 Contender grows agitated, pacing around the ring and the crowd chant for the MWF CEO to appear.]

Tempest: Come on Walker....show yourself.

[The MaxiTron suddenly flickers into life, and the view opens up on the office of the MWF CEO. There is a sign on the door, and the camera zooms in to show a sign with the words 'Back Next Week...' written on.]

Tempest: Damn.

[The crowd laugh at Walker's little note, Tempest shakes his head and hands the microphone back to Peter Santos before climbing from the ring to applause from the fans. He waves and shows his appreciation for the fans support as he walks up the entrance ramp.]

JP: That's a shame, I was waiting for Walker to come out and ridicule Tempest.

Sully: One guy with enough talent is Steven Douglas, and he's got a hard task tonight...the MWF Television Championship is calling him.

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