***The cameras zoom into the BA Hospital and we make our way past numerous wrestlers. Look, theres Live Wire, resting his separated shoulder. And look, theres a dozen un-named jobbers that tried to get over in the WeWA but ended up getting f*cked up. Too bad. But theres one man here that isn't a jobber. HELL NO! This guy is allergic to jobbers. Jobbers are a disease to him. A cancer. And its kind of ironic that a cancer like jobbers are in a hospital... the hospital that the JOBBER ERADICATOR is in.***

Steve: I'm surrounded by jobbers.... ugh. (Ric Flair passes by, with Doink the Clown on his arm.)

Ric Flair: WOOOOOOOOOOH! ISN'T THIS HOSPITAL FOOD GREAT, DOINK? WOOOOOOOOOH! AND SINCE I'M STYLIN AND PROFILIN, AND I'M SMILIN AND DIALING AND.....

Steve: Good lord.

(Bill Ray is in the next room being strapped to a bed and being forced to go to sleep so the rest of the patients don't have to hear his drunken screams.)

Steve: You'd think someone should dispose of all of these morons once and for all. YOUR Television Champion is being forced to live amongst these curtain jerkers for a week and half. I have a few days to go, but I dont think I can take it. (whispers) Me, Grappler, and Kid Evil are organizing a plot to get outta here. I'll be outta here in no time.

Doctor: Um... Steve, we can hear you.

Steve: SHUTUP! HAVEN'T YOU PUT ME THROUGH ENOUGH?! YOU WERE LIKE GROPING ME EARLIER, YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF!

Doctor: Steve.... I was doing my job.

Steve: What the hell is this place? A male prostitute plantation?? What is Komona doing to me? AND STOP LOOKING AT MY BELT! EVERYONE WANTS TO STEAL MY CHAMPIONSHIP!

Doctor: Steve, I wasn't "groping" you, I was examining you.

Steve: Thats what all of your kind say. Hey Ric, STOP EYEING MY TITLE!!

Ric Flair: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Steve: Why don't you just look the another f'n way?? You're already a friggin 1000000 time World Champion in those hick wrestling leagues.

Doctor: Um... the WCW?

Steve: SCREW YOU! AND WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!?!

Doctor: It's a needle, Steve. We have to give you this medicine for your knee.

Steve: I don't believe in your "needles". Why don't you go tranquilize Scott Hall over there.

Scott Hall: Hey yo.

Steve: Ugh.

Scott Hall: Hey yo, we're gettin the band back together, cheeko.

Steve: YOU MAKE NO SENSE! YOU'RE ALMOST AS BAD AS DARK DEMON!

Scott Hall: ....

Steve: (turns to camera) Ladies and Gentlemen, Sinister Marks everywhere, I WILL return to you. This is the first TNE that is not going to be dubbed "Sinister Night Explosion." (sigh) I know its a huge loss, but as long as Kid Evil beats Snake Eyes and Mike Johnson.....

Goldberg: WHO'S THE MAN???!!

Steve: WHO'S FRICKIN PROMO IS THIS, BALD BITCH?! (silence) Yeah, thats what I thought you steroid pumping, male humping freak!

Goldberg: ...

Steve: Thankyou.. as I was saying...

Goldberg: WHO'S NEXT?!

STEVE: GODDAMMIT!

***Steve lunges off the bed with a textbook Senton Bomb on Goldberg who was lying in the bed next to him. Tony Shiavone is at bedside.***

Tony: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the greatest night in wretling history! I don't think there was more of a historical night in the historic history of prowrestling than this history filled night!

***Steve is pummeling Goldberg left and right and is a bloody mess. BAM! TV monitor to the skull! Bedpan acrossed the bleeding cranium!***

Nurses: HE'S HARDCORE! HE'S HARDCORE! HE'S HARDCORE!

***Suddenly, a man walks in.***

Tony: Ladies and Gentlemen.. who is this mystery man?? Who can it be? What does he have in store for us?! This confrontation with this mystery man will be the greatest in history!

***Scott Hall heads over and is met with a kick to the mid-section by Stevey and a Steveyknife powerbomb!!!***

Tony: He just powerbombed Scott Hall!! The greatest powerbomb in prowrestling history no doubt! BUt who is this mystery man in the doorway?? Fans, this truly is a special night in prowrestling. What will make this better is a run-in.

***Just then a dozen nurses and doctors run in past the mystery man and join Steve in the battle against the fallen WCW jobbers.***

Tony: Oh my god, this is absolute mayhem! And who is this mystery man, I have not seen him before! He is not employed by WCW! What is he doing here? Fans, I realize what a shock this person presents with his presence. He will truly revolutionize pro wrestling with his announcement tonight. What is his announcement? We would tell you but this is WCW. Even though Papa Turner owns the network and the federation, he won't let us stay on the air for another moment to bring you what will truly be the greatest announcement in pro wrestling history. Good night everybody.

Steve: SHUTUP, TONY! THIS ISN'T WCW!! GET THE HELL OUTTA MY ROOM!

***The battered, bruised, old, washed up WCW guys leave, and pass the "mystery man" as they go.***

***The mystery man is.....***

Steve: Whats up Troy?

***Troy Flash, the Human Enigma is here!!***

Troy: Yo Steve, how you feeling?

Steve: A little better, now that I have some peace and quiet. How you gonna get to the TNE in time?

Troy: I have a personal jet, I'll be there in no time. Youre fighting the Assassin, right?

Steve: Should be tough.

Troy: Yeah, but I think I'll pull it off.

Steve: STOP LOOKING AT MY BELT!

Troy: ....

Steve: (ahem) Sorry. Maybe you should go to the TNE now, Troy. Thanks for coming.

Troy: No problem, Steve, and SCREW YOUR 'AUTHORITY' AND--

Steve: No. Never say MY finishing catchphrase unless I allow you to.

Troy: Oh, sorry Steve.

Steve: It's ok, you primates don't know any better.

Troy: HEY!

Steve: HAHA! Get outta here, and go win! Or I'll beat your ass when I get outta this place.

***Troy laughs and shuts the door.***

Steve: (turning to the camera) SpaZ, I knew there was something wrong with you, man. And now, you've thrown me over the edge. SpaZ, when I had you bleeding and battered in that empty pool in the YMCA, the Era of Eradication was just beginning. Now, my international jackass, its GROWING. You see, unlike the others that pass through here, I'll be outta here better than ever. You cant put Steve Sinister outta the ring. Why don't you shove that prosthetic finger up your ass... youll probably like it! When I get my hands on you and wrap my TEN REAL FINGERS around your scrawny neck, you'll be wishing that maybe you stuck to your old Radio Shack job. Remember this, WeWA, and remember is well. Steve Sinister is Mr. ProWrestling, simply meaning I am what you see and more. You can't kill me. You cant keep me down. It's plain and simple. The Sultan of Smack is preparing his attack. Lookout... because the SHOCK of Stevey S will be back sooner than you think....

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