The Chaos opening plays with "Desire" by U2 in the background. After which, an ariel view of snowcapped mountains followed by a shot of outside the Pepsi Center where the sign flashes "RAWF CHAOS 8:00PM ...SOLD OUT" is shown. We hear the crwod inside the building and then the shot switches to inside the arena where the fans are practically climbing the rafters. Signs such as "BEEEEEHOOTCH!" and "King Kahuna!" are seen as the camera pans over the thousands of people packed into The Pepsi Center.
Brad: WELCOME EVERYONE TO MONDAY NIGHT CHAOS!!!
The Radi-tron shoots fireworks into the air and the crowd eats it up.
Brad: I'm Brad Baxter, along with my broadcast cohort Doc Dillinger and tonight we will be "crowning" another Triple Crown Champion! Blake Zulu as mot of you know won the RAWF World Heavyweight Championship from Alex Layne last week in one of the greatest matches ever seen!! And thus because Zoo won the World Title, he was forced to vacate the Triple Crown. And tonight either Arsenal X, Big Kahuna, or Apocalypse will become the second RAWF Triple Crown Champion!
Doc: After the way Apocalypse literally destroyed Blackjack Grier last week at Conquest, I'm picking HIM to win the Crown!! But that's not what I'M looking forward to tonight. I can't wait to welcome our new Ironman Champion! The Aussie Icon Croc along with his Brotherhood!
Brad: Your right Doc, the whole Brotherhood should get credit for being Ironamn Champion, since they couldn't keep their noses out of it!
Doc: Oh boo hoo! Don't start that. Croc and Newton already explained what happened. X should of left Newton alone in the first place.
Brad: Right, whatever. Also on the card tonight, Alex Layne will get a chance to face Blake Zulu and reclaim the World Heavyweight Championship ...but he must get past Shawn Dee to do it!!
Doc: The Mountain Dew Fueled SOB! Now there's a man who I would ...and will...be proud to call champion!!
Brad: Layne and Dee square off to see who faces Zoo next week! But maybe the BIGGEST event of the evening won't necessarily be a match, but a VERY special announcement involving Philadelphia Freedom!! Kit has promised us some MAJOR news tonight!!
Doc: She and Croc are eloping?
Brad: That's not funny Doc, and I doubt Kit would think so either. All this and much much more as we take you to the ring!!
"Freedom Fighter" by Creed plays and Big Kahuna comes strolling out of the curtain and walks to the ring.
Brad: Kahuna has been hinting about some big secret all week Doc, I guess we may find out what's on his mind here and now.
Kahuna takes the mic from Levitan as the fans chant his name.
Kahuna: Miss Kit was kind enough to give me a few minutes here at the beginning of Chaos to deal with a few issues that have been on my mind the last few weeks. First off, I want to ask Kit if she would please come to the ring.
The camera pulls back, we hear the laughter that precedes �The Bitch is Back� by Elton John, and Kit strolls down to the ring, carrying a wireless mic. She gets in the ring to mostly a standing ovation from the fans. She walks over and looks at Kahuna, about three feet away.
Kit: Alright. Here I am. Speak your mind.
Kahuna looks around at the crowd and nods to them, then turns and speaks to Kit.
Kahuna: Kit, I wanted to tell you thank you. For giving myself and Sabre the chance in Cleveland to prove ourselves. For believing in me, and for not giving in to the desires of Vice, to send me packing.
Kit looks at Kahuna, out to the crowd and turns back. She has a bit of a confused look on her face.
Kit: You�re certainly welcome. You�re also welcome for the time tonight, and remember, if you don�t perform up to par tonight, you don�t perform again. Not in my ring.
Kahuna nods. The crowd voices their opinion of that possibility.
Kahuna: I remember. Thank you. If you�d be so kind as to remain in the ring while I ask out the next person I want to address. Jonathan Vice, would you please come to the ring?
�Miami Vice� rocks through the PA and Vice walks down to the ring. He is also carrying a mic. He walks up the steps and into the ring, all the while the crowd cheering for him. He walks up to about the same distance from Kahuna as Kit and speaks.
Vice: Here I am. What is it you want to say?
Kahuna turns away and collects his thoughts, then turns back and looks Vice in the eyes.
Kahuna: We haven�t exactly seen eye to eye lately. I wanted to apologize to you. For hitting you with the chair when I got screwed royally out of the World Title. For the tirades I�ve been on. The trail of bodies. I paid the fines, and I deserved those fines. I wanted to apologize to you the way you do your business. Man to man and face to face.
Vice nods, but doesn�t accept the apology, nor does he tell Kahuna to stick it in his ear, or other choice location. Instead he just nods.
Kahuna: Now, for the next, and most important, piece of business, I want to apologize to the fans.
The fans pop, Kit and Vice look at each other and out to the crowd. Chants of �Ka-Hu-Na� break out. Kahuna listens to this for a moment, looking embarrassed, then speaks.
Kahuna: Thank you, everyone. I have let you all down. I let my temper really get control. I was this close to the World Title. I lost the Ironman belt, I lost my best friend, I lost the Triple Crown and the Title Shot at Conquest, congrats, Zoo.
Another pause for a crowd pop.
Kahuna: So, to all the fans everywhere, my sincerest apologies. I let you all down.
Kit and Vice turn to walk away, as they do so Kahuna notices and calls to them.
Kahuna: Can you two spare another minute? I have a very, very important announcement to make.
The crowd begins to chant �Please don�t go�. Kahuna blushes a little bit and nods to Kit and Vice as they stop and slowly turn around and walk back into the ring. Kahuna stands up tall and prepares to speak.
Kahuna: Vice, Kit. As you two know I�m going to be getting married in September.
The crowd pops and continues it�s chant.
Kahuna: I want to announce right here, right now. Vice, Kit. Lola and I would be honored if you two would agree to join our wedding party, and stand with us when we get married.
Vice and Kit look totally stunned. The crowd pops big time! Vice lifts his mic.
Vice: Kahuna�
Vice is cut off by �Life is a Highway� by Tom Cochrane. The crowd goes from it�s happy cheers to happy boos as Thomas Highway appears at the top of the ramp, yet another wireless mic in his hand. He stops at the top of the ramp�
Highway: Please, would you stop?! I'm about to bust out crying over here..."I'm going to be getting married in September," "I would be honored if you two would agree to join our wedding party, and stand with us when we get married.??? As that imbecile G-Sex would say...SCRATCH DAT, behootch. I'm not going to cry, I'm going to vomit! Who the hell cares if you are going to get married to cheap, two dollar whore Lola. You could marry Britney Spears, and I wouldn't care. Hell, I wouldn't give a damn if you'd marry Don Ho, or even...or even that sissy computer geek Kris Wayne, you pineapple eating moron. What I do care about is getting the apology that I so rightfully deserve.
The crowd starts chanting, "Highway Sucks! Highway Sucks!"
Highway: You fans say that now, but I'm the engine that makes the RAWF train go...As for Kahuna, you can kiss ass and say "Thank you, MISS Kit. You can cow-tow to HER all you want. You can say, "Sorry Vice, please be at my wedding because I'm a spineless bastard," to your hearts content. But unless you say those magic words..."I'm sorry MISTER Highway, for being a grass-skirt wearing, volcano worshipping, stone headed son of a bitch," Then you have put yourself in my crosshairs. So lets hear it. While you are in a blubbery mood, spewing invitations to weddings, expressing gratitude and apologies, lets hear it. Lets hear the apology that counts the most, Kahuna!
Kahuna looks out at the crowd, which is chanting it's head off that "Highway Sucks". Kahuna walks to the ropes and leans over and addresses Highway.
Kahuna: Highway. I make it my personal policy to never apologize to an asshole. If you want to talk about crosshairs, what don't you grow some grapefruits, get yourself some tights, and step into the ring with me next week.Otherwise, shut up, go dream about your power trips, and for your own health, stay away from me and my business. Especially tonight.
Kahuna looks out to the crowd, which roars it's approval. Kit and Vice are standing aside watching the two mortal enemies. Vice starts to interrupt..
Vice: Gentlemen, maybe we should take this..
But Highway is oblivious to anything but Kahuna..
Highway: You want to talk grapefruits? Lets talk about the raisins you have...I remember when we got the operation going, I thought that you would be a hell of a World Champion. I thought you had the right attitude, the right look, the right abilities...but I was horribly wrong. You let Dirge walk over you...that showed me that Dirge had the right killer instict, and he proved it for a very long time. What did you do against Dirge. When you had him down, did you dig real deep and put that extra effort in to beat him? No. You rolled over and took the three. Pathetic. You can't beat a REAL wrestler, you can't go for the throat when you have someone in your sites, so now you want to take on a NON-wrestler to make yourself feel better? How low you have fallen, you savage piece of crap. Now, enough with the tough, "I can beat up a regular joe but I'll choke horribly when the belt is practically around my waist," talk. WHERE IS MY APOLOGY??
Kahuna points at Highway and gives Highway the answer.
Kahuna: You know. You're right about one thing. I have choked in the past. The past, however, is the past. I do, upon reflection, owe you an apology for putting you through your desk in Charlotte. I should have put you through the window! However, I didn't. Now, I suggest you look behind you, and do some apologizing yourself.
The crowd pops and Highway acts as if he's not going to fall for that old gag. Meanwhile behind him, Death and Taxes, not forgetting what Highway has cost them, are standing at the top of the rampway. Highway turns around and sees the Inevitables. Giving a signal to security...several uniformed security staff surround Death and Taxes, escorting them away, amid strong protestation by the former Tag Team Champions.
Highway: Well, Mr. Choke-Artist. Not only can't you win the big one. Not only must you make threats to non-wrestlers, but you need help to even do that. How utterly pathetic. You want me in the ring so bad. I have a solution to our current problem. The week before Philadelphia Freedom, why don't we have a tag match. You and a non-wrestler of your choice versus myself, and a wrestler of my choosing. What do you say, Mr. Choke?
Kit: Now wait just a minute...
Kahuna looks out at the fans, who go nuts at the idea. Kahuna turns around and nods.
Kahuna: You got yourself a deal, little man. The week before Freedom we will meet. Until then, you keep your nose, eyes, and the rest of you and your little cronies, out of my business. Including tonight.
Highway looks at him with complete disgust.
Highway: You don't tell me what to do. Only Vice and Kit have authority over me, you have NOTHING over me. Next week, you bring your tag team partner. I'll bring mine. Let's show the world what a genius I am, and what a moron you are, Kahuna! One other thing...don't try to pawn off a wrestler as a non-wrestler. For example, if you were to try and get that neanderthal G-Sex, to whom English is a second language and gibberish is a first, a manager's license...that wouldn't count. One last thing...don't worry about interference...I know you'll choke it away!!!
Highway turns and exits via the curtain as "Life Is A Highway hits the speakers. As Vice and Kit watch on in disbelief that Highway would actually be willing to enter the squared circle, Kahuna glares at the curtain.
Brad: Before we continue, we have some footage to show you. The following incident occurred after Conquest last Sunday night in the parking garage of The Palace Of Auburn Hills...
We switch to prerecorded video from after Conquest last week. The scen opens outside the
arena where Blackjack Grier is seen smashing the windshield of
Apocalypse's Viper with an axe handle. Death and Taxes are out there, trying to
calm Grier down but to no avail.
BjG: Oh hell no I ain't calming down. That punk tried to take my
livelyhood away and take the food off of my family's table? He wants to
play games well he just met his (bleep) match!!!
Grier smashes the windshield though then sets to work on the drivers
side window and front fender.
BjG: He wants to crack my head open with a camera?!?! Well let me show
him the right way to smash something!!
Grier pounds on the fender and driver side door, creating huge dents
and busting the glass before going off screen then he reappears with a
gasoline can which he starts pouring the contents over the hood and top
of the car as well as inside the windows.
BjG: So he wants to set things on fire, huh?!?! Well, let me show him
how it's done successfully!!
Taxes is trying to calm Grier down as Death approaches the cameraman.
Death: This isn't no damn sports entertainment!! Turn that thing off!!
Death struggles with the camera, causing the camera to hit the ground
just before Grier is heard yelling in the background as he produces a
Zippo lighter while struggling to get past Taxes to get to the car. The screen statics out at that point.
Brad: From what I heard, they DID manage to calm BJ down, but this whole Apocalypse/Blackjack Grier story is far from over I'd assume!
Doc: Umm, how about we actually get to a match here...
Brad: This match should be interesting; it pits �The Shadow� Kris Wayne against the newcomer Draven. Now we all know Kris, he�s been here long enough to establish a reputation as a tenacious ring worker. Now Draven, while new to RAWF rings has a history�and a bloody one at that. If you take a look at his moves you know he has a flair for violence and pain�and that will serve him well here.
Doc: I�ve seen this guy in the locker room in the back and he pretty much keeps to himself. There are some rumors that he knows someone here in RAWF but there�s not real evidence to support or refute that. It�ll be interesting to see if that really amounts to anything or not. Personally I�d like to see what this guy can do�we don�t see enough blood here.
Brad: With that joyful statement made let�s get to the intro�s.
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first ...from Cupertino, California ....weighing 195 pounds.... this is "THE SHADOW" KRIS WAYNE!
�Chocolate Fudge" by Mannheim Steamroller starts to play over the loudspeakers and the fans start to cheer. After a few seconds �The Shadow� walks out from behind the curtain and nods his head in a confident manner. He waits at the top of the ramp for a few seconds the strides down to the ring. When he gets down to it he climbs the steps and walks to center ring, raising his hands. He walks around the ring for a few moments when he�s cut off by another song starting.
Levitan: His opponent ...from Tombstone, Arizona.... weighing 240 pounds .....this is DRAVEN!!!
Brad: It looks like Draven wants to make an impression, and from what I can see Wayne doesn�t really appreciate it.
Wayne walks towards the ramp facing rope and leans over it, thrusting his arm over it and pointing at Draven as he yells at him. Rob Zombie�s �The Great American Nightmare� continues to play over the speakers as green lights flash around the arena and Draven�s video package plays on the RAWF tron. After a few seconds Draven comes out onto the ramp with an evil smirk on his face and a weird gleam in his eyes. He looks down at the ring and smirks at Wayne, doing his best to antagonize him. He walks out onto the ramp and shakes his arms up and down. He starts to walk hunched over with his arms still out and moving, taking one step after the other slowly and methodically. As he gets down near the ring he points at Wayne with a sadistic smile on his face and draws his thumb across his throat, laughing at him after doing so. Wayne looks at him and frowns then backs off and waves Draven forward, Draven smiles at him and walks up to the ring, walking up the stairs and into the ring. He gets into it and looks at Wayne, cocking his head to the side and laughing at him. The referee looks at him and tells him to knock it off, Draven just smiles at him and walks back into his corner.
Brad: Well�that was interesting.
Doc: I like his style, he likes head games.
Brad: Well, if Wayne is any indication he�s not too bad at them either.
Doc: Well we�ll never see how good he is if that idiot referee doesn�t ring the bell.
Brad: Why all the hostility Doc ?
Doc: Just call the match. Let�s get this out of the way so we can see Layne reclaim his shot at the World Title he was screwed out of at Conquest.
Brad: I�m not even going to dignify that with a comment and thankfully I don�t have to because here we go !
Wayne and Draven lock up, pushing back and forth for a few moments. Suddenly Draven disengages for no apparent reason, backing off into his corner and laughing at Wayne. Wayne just stares at him with a confused _expression as Draven stands in his corner and smirks at him. The referee looks at Draven and orders him to get back into the match against Wayne. Draven just smiles and walks back into center ring, Wayne walks back up to him and they engage in another collar and elbow tie up. They push around for a few seconds before Draven pushes Wayne back into a corner and headbutts him then pulls back and slaps him hard across the face before backing off and laughing at him again. Wayne stands in the corner mildly stunned from the headbutt then shakes it off and walks out of the corner, rubbing his jaw a little with an annoyed look on his face.
Brad: This Draven guy is strange�I don�t get what he�s doing. He hasn�t actually made any real moves against Wayne yet.
Doc: He�s playing head games with him dimwit. Personally I like it.
Brad: Of course you do, he�s not actually wrestling. He�s just being a jerk.
Doc: Call him what you will, I like his style. We need more guys like that in this promotion.
Brad: We have too many guys like this in this promotion.
Doc: You just don�t like him because he�s not some kind of technical wrestling goody goody.
Inside the ring the two men are engaged in a slugfest, lying shot after shot into each other. This pattern continues until Draven mysteriously drops to the canvas, apparently unconscious. Wayne looks at Draven then to his hand and then to the referee and finally back to Draven. The referee stands silently with a stupefied look on his face as Wayne bends over to pick Draven up off of the canvas. As he starts to pull Draven to his feet Draven pops up and grabs his legs, dropping him on his back and wrapping him into a boston crab. As he does so he bends backwards and starts yelling at Wayne, mocking him verbally.
Doc: He just put Wayne into his own move, I love this guy ! He�s an absolute prick.
Brad: He does like head games.
As the referee starts to ask Wayne if he wants to give up and he repeatedly refuses. Draven cinches the move in a little bit more and continues to antagonize him. Wayne repeatedly refuses to submit, despite the obvious pain that he�s in. He starts to sinch towards the ropes, pulling himself by his fingers a little at a time. Right as he�s about to get to the ropes Draven pulls him back out into center ring, slightly easing the pressure on his back�and obviously intentionally.
Brad: What the hell is he doing, he could have had it early but he�s just playing with him.
Doc: You just answered your own moronic question.
Once again Draven allows Wayne to claw towards the ropes. Wayne slowly crawls towards them, one hand at a time, inch by inch until his hand is hovering no more than a centimeter above the bottom rope. Before he can grab it Draven suddenly lets go and stands up, walking back to his corner and hunching over it with a smirk on his face. Wayne rolls over and starts to pull himself up with the ropes, glaring at Draven, who just continues to smirk at him. Wayne stands up and walks back into center ring, daring Draven to come after him. Draven stands up and turns around, pulling on the ropes as if he�s loosening himself up. Wayne yells at him to come and get him. Draven walks up to him with a smile on his face and makes an exaggerated point of sticking his jaw out and pointing at it. Wayne rears backwards and lands a vicious haymaker into Draven�s jaw, spinning him around until he comes face to face with him again. Again Draven sticks out his jaw and points at it with a grin on his face. Again Wayne lands a vicious haymaker on his jaw, knocking him back into the far corner. Wayne follows him into the corner and starts to pound on Draven, landing lefts and rights, one after the other. Draven just stands there and makes no effort to protect himself, he just smiles and laughs as Wayne does so.
Brad: This man is sick, he�s making no effort to protect himself ! Not only that but he�s laughing about it !
Doc: From what I�ve heard the man has been through much worse than this.
Brad: Where did you hear all of this ?
Doc: Sources.
Brad: �Sources�. How helpful. Thank you Doc, that�s very enlightening.
Doc: I do what I can.
Wayne finishes wailing away on Draven and wraps an arm around his head, popping off of the middle rope and slamming Draven down face first onto the mat. He immediately flips Draven over and drops a knee onto his head then stands up and lands a legdrop across his neck. He stands up and follows that up with a pair of elbowdrops then pulls him to his feet and tosses him back down with a hiptoss. He stands over Draven and begins to kick him, repeatedly driving the tip of his boot into Draven�s ribs and yelling at him. For his part Draven just looks up at him and smiles, barely acknowledging the abuse. Wayne stops kicking him and picks him up, DDTing him to the canvas and dropping an elbow to the small of his back, Draven doesn�t seem to acknowledge it although it is obviously hurting him. Wayne looks at him and pulls him to his feet, grabbing him around the waist and suplexing him into the turnbuckle, Draven hits it hard and slumps down into it. Draven pops up and stumbles out into center ring and Wayne leaps at him, connecting to his jaw with a cracking jumping sidekick. The kick knocks Draven flat onto his back and Wayne drops down on top of him and hooks his leg. The referee immediately drops down next to them.
Brad: There�s the first pinning predicament ! One�.two�.
Doc: NO ! Draven kicks out�and with authority !
Draven practically throws Wayne off and leaps to his feet, grabbing Wayne and nails a hard knee to his stomach followed by a stiff looking forward falling powerbomb. He doesn�t wait for Wayne to get up on his own, he just pulls him off of the mat and tosses him over onto the back of his head with a German suplex that he follows up with a vicious clothesline from hell, almost knocking Wayne�s head off. Wayne lands hard on his back, lifting his head and shaking it to try and remove the cobwebs. Draven stands over him and laughs then rears back and intentionally kicks him in the groin within plain sight of the referee. Wayne balls up, clutching at his crotch as his eyes roll so far back in his head that they almost roll out of his ears. The referee pushes Draven back and starts to holler at him, but only gets a smirk and an obnoxious laugh in return for it.
Brad: Oh come on ! That was entirely unnecessary ! The referee should disqualify him, not just chastise him !
Doc: Hey, he has to warn him once. Those are the rules.
Draven pulls Wayne to his feet and lands another knee to his midsection then hits a piledriver on him then drags him to his feet and throws him into the corner, driving a vicious spear into his midsection. Wayne doubles over and stumbles out into the middle of the ring where Draven grabs him and picks him up, placing him up on the second rope and placing his hands in Wayne�s armpits. He looks over at the referee and grins and then leaps forward and drives Wayne into the mat with a crucifix powerbomb that almost folds Wayne in half. He drops down and places Wayne in a pinning predicament.
Doc: We have a pinfall ! Come on Draven !!!
Brad: You�re not supposed to cheer this, you�re an announcer !
Doc: I�ll cheer it if I want to, I wish I saw this more often !
The ref slaps the mat. 1...2...kickout by Wayne!!! Draven gets up stunned, he argues with the ref who sticks up two fingers and gives him the business right back. Draven picks Wayne up and tosses him into the ropes. Wayne ducks a clothesline attempt and rebounds off the other side. Draven tries another clothesline, but Wayne leaps, wraps his arms around one of the Draven's arms then wraps his legs around the Draven's�s other arm. A perfectly executed flying crucifix cradle!! Ref counts 1...2...3!
|
Winner by pinfall: KRIS WAYNE!!! |
Brad: Wayne gave it his all as usual! Hand it to the young man for a great victory!!
Doc: Who the hell cares? I STILL say Wayne should stick to the sound booth!
The scene opens with Pickles walking down the RAWF Hall with the TV
Title
in his right hand, dragging along the floor. He gets stopped by Adz,
who's
in his casual clothes. Adz takes the TV Title and places it on Pickles'
shoulder
Adz: Wear it high. Wear it with respect. Because tonight, you're
defending
the TV Title for Frank...
Pickles looks at the title and takes it off his shoulder and puts it
back
to where he had it in the first place, as he stares at Adz.
Pickles: No Adz, you're wrong. I dedicate the fact that I'm healthy and
fulfilling my dream. If anything bad happens to Frank, I'll live his
dream
for him. The RAWF TV Title? I'm going to successfully defend it, just
to
spite Hackett.
Pickles pushes past Adz who shakes his head with a sigh.
Levitan:
At this time, let us welcome� He comes to us from Los Angeles,
California�
He is the NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION of the RAWF� BLAKE ZULU!!!!!
(The lights all start flashing neon green and light blue lights all
over the
arena. The crowd stands up to there feet� Then that instant �Sweet
Leaf� by
Godsmack starts to blare across the loud speakers. The fans stand up
and
begin going nuts. Blake walks out from the back with the RAWF World
Title
around his waist and a stoner grin on his face. The fans erupt louder
with
cheers. As Blake steps down the ramp a set of fireworks go off on top
of
it. Blake turns and walks backwards with his arms out then turns to
the
ring. Blake slides up and in the ring and prances around showing off
his
new gold. The fans quiet a little and the music then comes to a end�
Blake
grabs the microphone to speak�)
Doc: The fans love him! Why do they love Zoo so much?
Brad: Because he is not you! BURN!
(Blake speaks.)
Zoo:
There once was a dude named Layne� Who I found tuff to tame� But I
went to
Conquest� Let my pot digest� And took the title and his fame!
(The fans go completely nuts! Blake raises his fist in the air to the
huge
ovation in the crowd.)
Zoo:
Going into Conquest I had a goal. That goal was to beat Alex Layne and
that
goal was totally reached. Dudes, don�t get me wrong, Layne put up a
fight,
more of a fight than UCW did when they shut there doors! BURN!
(The fans go nuts once more. They love there Z-man. Who doesn�t?
Not
many people dislike Zoo, unless it is someone he just recently defeated
and
all� Blake puts his hands out for the crowd to calm down just a
little�
They do so.)
Zoo:
The pay per view last week was so cool though. Walking in I had
nothing to
loose, walking out I had everything I needed in my life. First I got
Mary
Jane and Hannah. Then I got Bongo. And now I got the RAWF World
Championship, totally rad don�t you say? Being champ means so many
things.
For instance� Defending it in a few weeks against the winner of Layne
versus
Dee, live here tonight. I know everyone wants to see Layne loose�
again�
but Dee has been coming on very strong dudes, don�t count the man out.
(Blake pauses and points to a few fans who are still cheering loudly.
He
winks to them and they get louder.)
Zoo:
Man, I guess you guys really need your vitamin Z don�t you?
(With that comment the fans start going crazy again. Blake laughs at
the
support he is getting. He puts his fist above his head showing his
support
to his supporters� I guess�)
Brad: They have a new vitamin out? I haven�t heard of this one.
Doc: I think he is referring to himself� Think about it!
(Blake speaks.)
Zoo:
You know�
(Right then� music hits. "Bad Religion" By Godsmack sounds over the PA
as
the crowd erupts with cheers� The fans stand, knowing Alex Layne is
about to
make his way out from the back. Blake leans on the ropes looking up
the
ramp.)
Doc: Could it be? Layne is going to confront the man who took the
championship from him?
Brad: No I am sure he is coming out to offer Zoo dinner and a movie.
Doc: I doubt that�
