[ As we come back from commercial, a tune not heard in weeks begins its start...]
"Go on and ring my neck, like when a rag gets wet, a little discipline for my pet genius..."
Sully: Get the hell out of here!
JP: You have to be kidding me, you know who's music that is?!
Sully: How could I not, it's Steven Douglas!
"My head is like lettuce, go on and dig your thumbs in, I cannot stop giving, I'm thirty something..."
["The Enervator" Steven Douglas walks down the ramp, and it met with jeers all around. He takes his time going down the ramp to the ring as his entrance music, "Midlife Crisis" by Faith No More rings throughout the arena. Dressed in black pants, black boots and a light blue shirt, he walks through the ropes and into the ring. He reaches for his pocket, pulling out a comb, using it to slick his jet black hair back.]
"Sense of security, like pockets jingling, Midlife Crisis..."
[He reaches for a microphone, wipes the end of it off, then puts it to his mouth with a suspicious grin.]
Steven Douglas: Alright, I know what you're thinking, "He's making ANOTHER comeback?" I understand where you're coming from, and allow me to enlighten you with my position. Eat Shit. I'll come back as much as I want, I'll kick as much or as little ass around here as I want because I can. You all boo me, but the fact remains that all the money you spend on ths show, be it ticket sales, concession, or souvenir, pays my salary. You're stuck with a choice, watch the event at home on the television or come here and give me money. Either way I win, because the better TV ratings we get, better chance for a raise. Now I should let you know that this isn't exactly what you might be thinking, I'm not wrestling full time. However, to make up for that, I'm having a new weekly segment on the show called Solitary Confinement. That's right, myself and one roster member will talk about hard hitting topics face to face.
JP: I was wondering why the ring was set up to look like a prison cell.
Steven Douglas: Now this week, I had to choose my first guest wisely. It had to be someone who was inquisitive, someone who is really cutting edge. Unfortunately, I was "given" a guest this week instead of finding one myself, so the guest isn't exactly what I had hoped for. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Fear!
["Liberate" by Disturbed hits the arena as Fear comes through the backstage curtains out down the ramp also being met with boos, rolls into the ring and stands on the turnbuckle, taunting the fans. He then walks over to Douglas and stands face to face, staring him in the eye.]
Steven Douglas: Alright Fear, let's get this over with. First, let me ask you something, do you think that just because you have that nifty little belt over your shoulder that you're a good wrestler?
Fear: I'm better than good.
Steven Douglas: Says who?
Fear: Says me.
Steven Douglas: And who the hell are you? What have you done that makes your opinion matter, other than win a belt that means about as much as the turd I dropped backstage?
Fear: I am the Demon Knight, and you better remember that, because if you don't I won't hesitate to kick your ass all over this ring.
[Douglas looks at Fear with a look mixed with anger and sarcasm.]
Steven Douglas: Look, kid, you are pushing the wrong buttons here.
Fear: No, I'm tired of you pushing people around, I'm not going to back down from you.
Steven Douglas: I assume you know who I am, and what my accomplishments are. The people I've defeated...people ten times your caliber. You must respect your elders, you know that you little shit?
Fear: I am not afraid of you. You, are afraid of me, and no matter how much you dispute that, you know it's true.
Steven Douglas: Last chance kid, I'm dead serious, one more time and you're gonna get what's coming to you.
Fear: You're trying to hide your fear inside as a secret, but you should let it be known that the one man who's name is what controls you is a better wrestler.
Steven Douglas: You want to talk about secrets? Here's a secret for you, your mystery opponent this week is me. That's right, later tonight I get to team with The Grudge to beat your ass all over this arena. Here's something else that isn't such a secret, your mother, she could suck a golf ball through a garden hose, Champ... She does it that well.
Fear: What did you say?
Steven Douglas: You know what I said.
[Fear attacks Douglas, tackling him and pushing him into the corner. While he drives his shoulder into Douglas' stomach, Steven starts clubbing Fear on his back, eventually knocking him to the mat. He gets one club in that hits him in the back of the head, and that club knocks him to the mat. Douglas reaches for the microphone.]
Steven Douglas: Get this straight you piece of shit, you never talk back to me. I'm your superior, and I'm going to prove that later on tonight. As for you fans, I apologize that this inaugural edition of Solitary Confinement couldn't have gone better, but with a guest like Fear, what did you expect?
[Douglas rolls out of the ring as Fear finally gets back to his feet, tearing up the Solitary Confinement set, tossing pieces of it everywhere. Steven looks on with a grin as Fear shows the pure anger and hatred on his face.]
JP: Douglas is Back!!!
Sully: Just give it a week or two, he'll be gone again...
