Millennium XCIV

“Sweet Home Alabama” Lynyrd Skynyrd plays on the loudspeaker. Kyle Butler walks out onto the entrance ramp. He stops right there. Already with a microphone in his hand, he takes a moment to bask in the cheers from the audience. The music dies down. Raises the mic to his lips.

Kyle Butler:
I don’t expect a huge ROLL TIDE BAY BAY chant. We are in Texas. Your loyalty to your football teams is admirable. Lets skip the ROLL TIDE, BAY BEEEEEEEEE part of my speech.

Kyle lightly smiles. The crowd cheers, appreciating that he isn’t going to run the Alabama Crimson Tide down their throat.

Kyle Butler:
If you didn’t see my tweet from earlier today, I laid out a challenge to the rest of the MWE roster to step up. I watch as everyone and their mother’s mother wanting a shot at the Riot Championship. The MWE World Championship picture, there is always a line around the corner of people wanting to become top dawg. All understandable. As much as I am not the biggest fan of Faith, she is trying to make the Cloud Gate important. More than enough people wishing to knock her off. What about me, the Lockdown Champion.

The crowd gives Kyle a positive reaction as he pats the championship wrapped around his waist.

Kyle Butler:
I didn’t scratch and claw to become a singles champion for over a year to be ignored. This Lockdown Championship deserves better. The legacy of great champions. From Bobbi, Dustin to name a few. What I hold is the workhorse championship. I’m proud to be champion. I want there to be a competitor who wants to challenge me. I would hate to think a small thing like Golden Era Rules is holding everyone back. Crystal wasn’t afraid to try her best. Neither was Leia. I will be patiently waiting to find out if anyone in the back is willing to put themselves out there.

Kyle takes a moment to smile.

Kyle Butler:
I want someone to show a little passion to give me the best wrestling experience of a lifetime. Know this, in order to beat me, you need to out wrestle me on my terms. Lets see if anyone is capable of doing that.”

Kyle nods as “Sweet Home Alabama” Lynyrd Skynyrd plays. He waves to the crowd. He turns his back and walks immediately to the back as the scene fades to a positive ovation.

“Black Honey” by Thrice blares over the PA system as Julian Savell makes his way to the entrance way. He’s mostly met by boos but there are a few sections where he’s getting cheers, probably due to the fact that he’s returning to a place he once called home but also to wrestling after a brief break. Savell is wearing a big red coat over his gear and has an umbrella over his shoulder. He soon struts down the entrance ramp before getting into the ring. Before his opponent can appear, Savell demands a microphone.

Julian Savell:
Cut my fucking music!

The music cuts and Savell looks straight into the camera.

Julian Savell:
I don’t have anything to say about my opponent because she’s a dumb fucking bitch. Who books this shit? My first legit match back here and I have to fight the fake Barbie doll? Are you fucking dumb?

Savell scoffs and rolls his eyes.

Julian Savell:
But I shouldn’t be surprised as I have seen the way you’ve all disrespected Faith. What you all fail to realize is that we are wrestling royalty. Savell is a golden name for a reason. It’s because we’re the best. But you want to know who isn’t the best? Seth Iser.

Some of the fans boo and some cheer.

Julian Savell:
You all should be thanking me for coming back home to do what I should’ve done a long time ago and that’s take out the trash that is Seth Iser. I thought about doing it in In Your House but honestly? Iser was scared of me. He avoided me. And what he did over there in Australia? It didn’t matter to me. I didn’t build In Your House. But this company? Before the clock turned and it became Millennium? I built this. You all don’t have jobs if it wasn’t for me. You all….

??:
What!?

A booming voice cuts off Julian’s rant and the crowd clues in on the word being said. The veteran, Seth Iser, is coming through the crowd dressed in a three piece suit, is stepping over the guardrail and it’s obvious he already has a microphone in hand.

Seth Iser:
What? You’re the name?

The crowd begins to shout ‘What’ after every sentence thanks to Iser’s provocation. Despite his disliked status usually, the crowd usually isn’t one to resist getting under the skin of someone they tend to dislike. He’s slowly pulling himself into the ring.

Seth Iser:
You ‘built this house’?

He pauses for a moment and again the audience lets out a ‘What’?’

Seth Iser:
We wouldn’t have jobs?

Another ‘what’ from the crowd as Seth’s face is quizzical at that last one as he shakes his head.

Seth Iser:
But ‘you’re the name’ you said…

Again, the crowd lets out the dreaded ‘What!?’ knowing that Seth is pausing for a moment.

Seth Iser:
I’m pretty sure yours truly, Lowri Moss, Melissa Reeves, BROOKFORD, our current World Champion, my Triumvirate associates among others would never be short of work to begin with but…let me examine your claim a little bit. He says he’s the name.

He points at Julian and the crowd lets out the word ‘What!?’ yet again.

Seth Iser:
I think he’s lying a little bit.

Again the crowd lets out a ‘what’ at the statement.

Seth Iser:
A lot of what he said is a fabrication.

Another ‘what’ from the audience as Seth pauses.

Seth Iser:
It isn’t one with the truth.

Yet again, the ‘what’ comes through from the audience and Seth, almost as if he’s amusing himself, is playing along with it.

Seth Iser:
He’s full of crap.

One more time, the ‘what’ comes out and this time Seth sneers as if it’s time to stop playing around and his body language has more of that natural menace.

Seth Iser:
…Savell, quite frankly…what you’re speaking in terms of the more broad points about me…is bullshit.

There’s no what on that last statement considering the menace that’s protruding from Iser now.

Seth Iser:
But let’s speak some truth right now. You have no room to complain about who you are and who you aren’t booked against. You haven’t earned that right. You’ve had your accomplishments a couple years ago…but right now when I look at what I see? I see a man having too much fun. A man…living off his last name. And a man who represents the entire syndrome of Texas sports that he just wants to be handed something when he hasn’t put in a damn bit of work in quite sometime while not maximizing his god damned talent!

The fans that were having fun with the chant suddenly and swiftly turned on Seth the moment he spoke ill of their football with thunderous boos and there’s almost a smirk forming on Seth’s face both at that and what he’s saying but he turns toward the crowd and he can’t help himself.

Seth Iser:
It’s the same to you and your spoiled sow sons, Texas. Kiss my ass.

And the same fans that were having fun with the ‘What’ chant just moments ago now begin to chant that ‘Pendejo’ toward him in one moment before settling on ‘Iser sucks’ and Seth just shakes his head toward the crowd.

Seth Iser:
I know what that word means and no…you’re joining Savell here on the bullshit list.

Julian, after listening to Seth’s diatribe, finally cuts back in.

Julian Savell:
Excuse me but what?

And of course, the crowd chants ‘what?’ once again. Seth, at this point, is provoking the what chant further by raising his arm up every time they say it.

Julian Savell:
You think I’m entitled like these Cowboys fans?

The crowd cheers ‘what?’ again.

Julian Savell:
What? What? What!?

Savell grabs the rope before leaning over it and pointing at the crowd.

Julian Savell:
Shut your whats up!!!

Savell tries to compose himself but the crowd cheers the word again that Seth had started earlier.

Julian Savell:
You see this, Iser? You ruined another moment and this time it was my moment and you did it by bringing back a stupid chant! The worst chant! The what chant! Fuck you! Get your old ass out of here and let me fight my match. I’m tired of seeing your face and hearing these stupid fans!

The fans shoot of several what chants again. Seth raises his eyebrow.

Seth Iser:
You’re tired of this?

Again, the ‘what’ chant comes out.

Seth Iser:
You’re bitching about your predicament. You’re pitching a moan. You’ve started to whine and cry about it all. And after you mentioned my name and I’m here…you want me out of here? You want me gone? To leave? To vacate the premise?

Predictably, there is a ‘what’ after everything Iser has said but he doesn’t seem anywhere near as phased by it.

Seth Iser:
I don’t want to take this entire company’s air time with this chant, god forbid these fans take this moment of fun too far like so many others. And don’t worry, I won’t take the cowardice route of jumping someone from the crowd…I’ve already gotten more than what I wanted from you tonight. And of course good luck in your match…don’t want you to underestimate your opponent and all that.

After the what from the crowd in the last sentence, Iser sneers for a moment leaning his back on the ropes.

Seth Iser:
You better get your ass in gear…and fast. You find your form, you might have a chance to beat me. But as for you right now? As far as what I think your chances are…well: My old man didn’t teach me much but he did tell me one day that you never turn your back to people you respect…or people you’re afraid of.

It’s with that last statement that Seth turns on his heel to turn his back entirely to Julian and tosses the microphone over his head and Julian instinctively catches it as Iser begins to leave the ring and start to go back through the crowd he entered from with a devious smirk on his face. The words soon hit Julian and he practically loses his shit.

Julian Savell:
You little shit! How dare you disrespect me like that! I’ll get you back, you what loving motherfucker!!!

Seth doesn’t pay no mind to Julian before he disappears completely. Julian throws the mic out of the ring in anger before walking back to the corner. He’s cussing up a storm as he waits for Luna to make her way down to the ring.

We cut to the backstage area, specifically in a seemingly vacant corridor, where we see the young star simply known as Tiff. Earlier this week, when this evening’s card was announced, Tiff clearly made her feelings known about her booking. Scheduled to team up with Clyde Eldon in a tag team match against K2O, Tiff immediately reacted with emotion based on her recent luck. Her misfortunes were very public since moving on from the Academy, and after a humiliating defeat in the hands of Karen Eldon, as well as becoming the unfortunate one to end Clyde’s losing streak, her once greatest passion was now her most apathetic burden. Seemingly miles away from reaching the glory days she once experienced, even despite a much needed victory last week, she just didn’t seem to care. She was the worst possible thing you could be when you hit rock bottom: content.

That being said however, she wasn’t here tonight on her own accord. Still feeling the sting of her biggest loss to date, she had no intention to be anywhere near the young man who made her experience that loss, or the team that would rigorously kick her while she was down. And yet here she was. Already donning her ring gear, she was peacefully warming up for her upcoming match, trying her best to remember the recent training from her new mentor Jackie Fowler, albeit with a severe lack of enthusiasm. If she had her own way, she wouldn’t be here at all, but under the orders of Elsa McCarthy, under the persistence of her mentor, and under the looming threat of Clyde’s good friend Faizah Marshall, she had no choice but to retain what little professionalism she had left and face the demons that haunted her recent life.

She literally wanted to be anywhere else but here, and that thought was about to be even stronger as she heard a familiar voice behind her. Halting her inner peace dead in its track, Tiff immediately stopped training with a look of frustration etched on her face.

Clyde Eldon:
Hey…

Tiff reacted quickly, turning to stop Clyde creeping up on her. She clearly wanted nothing to do with the young man who gave her her biggest loss to date, so she quickly cut him off to try and force him to cut to the chase.

Tiff:
What is it Clyde?

Nodding his head understanding her frustration, having been in a similar spot to her the past year of his life.

Clyde Eldon:
Listen, I know this whole situation isn’t ideal. You are sort of being thrown into my mess with my mom and Olly...Get you not wanting to be here at all. I respect whatever decision you make out there…

Tiff was having none of it, shaking her head in response.

Tiff:
It ain't my decision to be out there in the first place. After everything that they did to me, you think I actually wanna be here? Especially with you…

Clyde Eldon Jr:
I get it, they have treated me the same way. Olly’s picked on me since the first time I ever talked to the guy. And now my mom’s chosen his side over mine. They are mean and evil people. I get you not wanting to deal with them, I’d rather not as well. But after months of being mistreated, pushing that ladder down and costing them the belts? It did feel good. And as for our match?

Clyde says this knowing it will be a touchy subject for her.

Clyde Eldon Jr:
Getting to face off with one of the best MWE champions ever was a real thrill, you are an amazing competitor. /

He was right. It was a touchy subject. If there's anything about Tiff that has stayed the same, she has never handled compliments well. This was no exception, and in her mind, made worse by who was saying it.

Tiff:
Thanks for the reminder. I get it. You beat me. I'm the one who ended your losing streak…

She started to take a nasty tone, almost opening some of her bottled emotions.

Tiff:
And now you think you can just come in here and give me some kind of prep talk. You pity me, don't you? You know what it's like to be where I am now, so you think you can help me out. Or do you just wanna gloat about not being the biggest loser in the room anymore?

Clyde Eldon Jr:
Na...I just actually was really excited when I heard you were my tag team partner…

Saying this with the tone of a man who has accepted that the two aren’t going to be on the same page despite him wanting to be. He seemed to be ready to turn to head out, but Tiff was quick to respond to that last comment.

Tiff:
Clyde…

Judging by the look on her face, anyone could tell that she instantly regretted what she just said…to some extent at least.

Tiff:
You really shouldn't be excited. I know full well I ain't the same girl as I was before. I'll only drag you down…

Clyde Eldon Jr:
Listen I know that we have sort of been the laughing stocks the last bit. But I know how capable you are. I don’t know if we can beat K2O honestly. They are sneaky, they are on the same page when it comes to cheating. But I know that I am sick of being bullied by Olly and I want to show my mom what a mistake she made. Know that Olly and my mom haven’t been kind to you either. I am going to go out there and give it my all...Understand whatever choice you make…

Clyde says this with some hope in his voice, as he turns to head away from Tiff, the two clearly not yet on the same page before the match. Tiff is left still looking miserable having to choose what to do.

The cameras cut somewhere backstage to find Lowri Moss and the sight of the popular young woman from Wales draws a loud cheer from the fans that are present inside the American Bank Center. With her match not being until the main event of tonight’s show, Lowri is not yet dressed in her ring attire, instead she is wearing a black strappy midi dress, together with a pair of white Dr. Martens boots. She begins by giving her usual greeting.

Lowri Moss:
What’s occurring, Corpus Christi?

The customary cheap pop follows. With a smile on her face, Lowri proceeds.

Lowri Moss:
Later on tonight, in what’ll be my first match in two and a half weeks, I’m going to be facing Joey Leclair in the main event, and with today being the first of December, I’m going to be aiming to make a strong start to the final month of my first year in MWE, by picking up the win in that match. Before I discuss my upcoming match with Joey in greater detail though, I feel like first I ought to address what happened the last time you all saw me inside an MWE ring, back on Night Two of On The Rise.

Following the briefest of pauses, she continues.

Lowri Moss:
The last time I made an appearance here on Millennium, when coincidentally I was also involved in the main event, the show ended with Henri Black challenging me to a match for On The Rise. I of course went on to win that match, which was no more than I expected of myself, but it’s what happened afterwards that’s what I want to talk about.

A sigh escapes her lips.

Lowri Moss:
After the match, as I was celebrating my win, Henri blindsided me with a kick to the back of my head, before then putting me in an ankle lock, as he tried to goad my other half into a confrontation.

Her “other half” of course being Gareth Prichard Jr.

Lowri Moss:
It should probably go without saying that I wasn’t exactly happy about being cheap shotted by Henri, however, I’m not going to stand here and moan about being left with a sore ankle for a day or two afterwards; I’ve suffered worse– in fact, I’ve competed, and won, while being in greater discomfort than that. And Henri doesn't need to worry about me coming after him for a pound of flesh either, not unless he feels like challenging me again; I've fought him twice now, and I've beaten him both times. Besides, I'm expecting Melissa to give him a good kicking later anyway, which’ll do for me.

Lowri grins at that thought.

Lowri Moss:
The person I was actually most annoyed with that night, more so than Henri, was Gareth– I was annoyed with him for putting me in that position in the first place, and I made sure to let him know about it once we got backstage.

She lets out another, longer sigh.

Lowri Moss:
I’ve always preferred to keep my private life… well, private. I know you’ll be watching this though, Gareth, so I'm telling you now, that you need to take care of this, sooner rather than later, otherwise Henri won’t be the only person around here that wants to kick your arse.

Lowri glares silently at the camera for a second or two, before continuing.

Lowri Moss:
Okay, so, turning my attention back to tonight, and as I mentioned at the start, I’m going to be competing in the main event, against Joey Leclair: the man who still calls himself “The Prodigy,” despite now being thirty years old, and having been wrestling for a decade– I think it’s about time he came up with a new nickname for himself, and left that one to the likes of Jordan Parker-Kane.

JPK being the other man in MWE who refers to himself as “The Prodigy,” and at twenty-one years old, it is definitely a more fitting name for him than it is for Joey Leclair.

Lowri Moss:
Since he made his return earlier this year, things have been a bit up and down for Joey. I remember in one of his first big matches after returning, he faced Melissa Reeves, with a potential shot at the World Championship up for grabs, but came up short– not that there’s any shame in losing to someone of Melissa’s calibre. More recently though, at On The Rise, the night before my aforementioned match with Henri Black, Joey got an impressive win, when he defeated the former World Champion himself, Seth Iser, which is something that I was unable to do when I fought Seth one-on-one last year.

A result that Lowri intends to put right, at some point.

Lowri Moss:
There have been other wins for him as well, but there have also been other losses, so all in all, I think it’s fair to say that Joey’s form since returning has been a bit inconsistent. I, on the other hand, pride myself on my consistency, on consistently performing at a high level inside the ring, and on producing the results to go along with those performances. And that’s borne out by what I’ve done since I arrived in MWE at the beginning of this year, having won every singles match that I’ve been in apart from one, and but for some outside interference, my record would still be perfect.

She is of course referring to what happened in her match at When The Sun Goes Down, two and a half months ago.

Lowri Moss:
I don’t plan on suffering a loss here tonight either, in a match that, if either Joey or I needed an added incentive to win, has potential World title implications, at least according to the MWE Twitter account. Joey certainly hasn't been shy about his World title aspirations, having made it clear that that’s what he has his sights set on, that that’s the reason why he came back to MWE. As for me, I haven’t really spoken about the MWE World title at all up to now, mainly because no sooner had I signed my MWE contract than I won the Cloud Gate title. And even since my reign as Cloud Gate Champion came to an end, it isn’t something that I’ve talked about, I suppose maybe because I’ve just been willing to be patient, to continue picking up wins, knowing that eventually that would get me to where I wanted to be. While I haven't explicitly stated it before now though, my ultimate goal, I assume like pretty much everyone else who has ever been part of the MWE roster, is to win the World Championship– I'm not going to pretend otherwise.

She gives a shake of her head.

Lowri Moss:
Whether this match really will have potential World title implications, I guess only time will tell. Tonight my focus is simply on overcoming the challenge that is front of me, that being Joey Leclair, and maintaining my momentum here in MWE. Cam arall yng nghodiad anochel Lowri Moss.

Lowri then gives a wink to the camera, before it cuts away.

The scene opens backstage in what appears to be a conference room. Sitting at a boardroom table with a white halliburton briefcase in front of him is the Problem Solver known as BROOKFORD. He pats the briefcase.

BROOKFORD:
Hello Megan. Still salty I ruined you and Seth’s party a couple weeks ago?

BROOKFORD smirks.

BROOKFORD:
Make all the threats you want. I’ll simply respond, Thou Protest Too Much. For someone who had one of the longest championship reigns in this company's history, you are an insecure little bitch.

But that’s ok. Lofty words aside Megan, I can’t deny you’re talented. Lucky but talented. I knew when I restarted and made a few tweaks to your tag match I’d get your attention. I made a promise when you were on the tailend of your IC title run that I was gonna pay you back in kind. Two times we faced each other. Two times you escaped, unable to overcome me on your own merit. There have been a couple people on this roster I haven’t gotten the better of. You’re one of them. Least Duke and Seth were able to beat me without assistance. You... can’t claim that. Not that it matters, you’ll hold those two wins over me like a sword about to sever my head from my neck.

BROOKFORD rolls his eyes.

BROOKFORD:
Consider tonight unfinished business. I beat you. I move on. I got plans with this briefcase. Can’t have any loose ends getting in the way. No ropes matches are brutal in nature. There is a reason why these are rarely sanctioned in wrestling companies. Hope you’re ready, Megan. You better live up to that big filthy mouth of yours. This time, no one is going to save you. Your ass belongs to me, and no Megan, this won’t go down the way you want to.

BROOKFORD winks. He rises to his feet. Grabs his briefcase. Walks out the room as the scene fades to black.

We’re just threading water…

The scene opens up to reveal Gareth Prichard Jr sitting behind a desk tapping on the top of it in complete and utter boredom. His eyes show the tiredness that’s just so characteristic of those who keep searching for something they just don’t seem to find. He then throws his hands back up in the universal “I give up” signal.

Gareth Prichard Jr:
Everyone repeating themselves week after week as if they were mere puppets. “I challenge you to blah blah”, says one side… “you just gave me the advantage”, says the other and in the end, we’re all back to square one. Neither the ambitions of player one nor the ambitions of player two came to fruition… and all we did was flood social media with vacuous claims that only serve to pump ourselves and nothing else…

And quite frankly… I’m getting bored.

Prichard scratches the left side of his forehead before bringing his left index finger up and continuing talking.

Gareth Prichard Jr:
The last time this place had a little bit of life… I took a beloved figure out of action. Now, it’s all the same. There’s no chaos, there’s no… life in any of this…

He moves his arms around as if to signal the whole playing field of MWE; without taking his eyes away from the camera he continues.

Gareth Prichard Jr:
So it seems to me I have to insert myself once more into things… just to make them… fun again. Just to have the lot of you on your toes once again. Because you’ve been growing too complacent… too lenient… too reliant on whatever the heck you’re reliant on. Point is, you’ve been living your best life and I’m just sick to my stomach because of it… so, let’s inject something…

A wide smile appears on Gareth’s face as he just closes his statement.

Gareth Prichard Jr:
Shall we?

We come backstage where we see the MWE Intercontinental champion, Matt Stone, standing on a step ladder with a basket under his arm, trying to get it attached to a hook. We can’t see what’s inside the basket, but knowing him it isn’t good. There’s a pulley attached to the hook that goes down the wall and onto a pedal on the ground. It doesn’t take him long to complete the contraption and now all he needs is to reel in his fish. The camera follows him into the catering area where he spots his victim. Bree Smith, standing just down the hall talking to someone, the camera can’t quite see who passed Matt’s giant head.

Matt Stone:
Ohhhh Brriiiaaaannnnaaa….

Bree drops her hoagie back onto the plate and looks up at who dared utter the B word.

Bree Smith:
What are you doing interrupting my lunch? You NEVER interrupt a Breebarian while she's mid bite.

Matt just laughs and unclasps his championship belt from around his waist, holding it high.

Matt Stone:
A Breebarian? You’re getting as cheesy as Mim with those puns. Makes sense considering how much you two are alike, minus the likability, of course.

Bree Smith:
We're likeable, Butthead.

As Bree casually sits back down and takes a bite out of her hoagie.

Matt Stone:
MTV called, they want their fifteen year old reference back.

He shoots back at her as he approaches the table, the camera following him.

Bree Smith:
Will you go away. I'm eating here.

Bree says expressively with her hoagie. Matt eyes her sandwich and shakes his head.

Matt Stone:
Did you make sure to take a picture of it first so you can share with all your vapid little followers?

Bree Smith:
I'm the type of girl who eats her food instead of letting it get a little cold from all that photography, Dude. Study up on your Bree Smith knowledge. I'm not one of those girls.

Matt Stone:
You’re not one of those girls, you’re not one of those successful girls, what kind of girl are you, then? The sit around and stuff your face girl cause that’s not going to get you anywhere in this business young lady.

He stands there smugly as he speaks, patting his championship that has one again found its way to his shoulder. Bree then stands up to that latest name.

Bree Smith:
Yeahuh I am. Just watch….

Bree pulls out her phone and after some texting she reveals to Matt and his camera buddy that she's reached out to Lockdown Champion and DM'd him his recent tweet about someone challenging, stating maybe it's time another Smith holds that title. Rather than read the tweet like she expects him to do though, Matt quickly snatches her phone out of her hand and starts walking away quicking, trying to lure Bree into his master trap he had set up.

Bree Smith:
Hey!

Bree moves around the table to give chase to Matt and guns for her phone. Matt can hear the Breebarian hot on his heels and picks up the pace, dashing through the doorway and around the corner, putting his foot on the pedal on the ground and waiting for his time to strike perfectly, a second camera trying to get into position but as soon as Matt sees someone coming out the door, he mashes the pedal with his foot and the basket tips over, dumping half a dozen water balloons down. Unfortunately it's not Bree but her little sister Clover walking hand in hand with her mother Cindy and the pair are unfortunately treated to a sudden burst of cold water which makes Clover scream from shock while Cindy gasps, then shrills, both left very unhappily drenched.

Cindy Smith:
What on earth!!?

Clover Smith:
This NVR happens when I visit NVR!

Matt is very surprised that he didn’t get Bree with his trap, not even sure where those two came from as the camera back in catering is no longer working.

Matt Stone:
The hell are you guys doing there? Where’s Bree?

Bree like Beetlejuice, shows up as her name is mentioned.

Clover Smith:
Put him in the trash, Bree!

Clover says pointing at Matt.

Bree Smith:
Why did you soak my mom and little sister?

Matt Stone:
Well obviously I meant to soak you, genius! I didn’t realize you were so slow!

He takes one look at the expression she’s giving and he tosses her phone to her and takes off down the hallway!

Cindy Smith:
Who was that?

Bree Smith:
Gnatt Stone, Mom. A very annoying one at that.

The camera is panning over a audaciously loud crowd, when all the sudden the music of Big Nasty Dustin Douglas hit. As “Murder Train” by the Foreskins Blairs over the loudspeaker, out onto the ramp comes Dustin Douglas who is greeted by an uproar of cheers. He is carrying a backpack and wearing his ring gear and a black hoodie zipped up about halfway, almost as if to tease us and make us feel those feelings that we can’t explain like when that girl at the Jr. High dance touches your leg and you dont know whether to act cool and coy or to lay a big kiss on her. Pro-Tip….dont kiss her. Anyway, Dustin makes his way down the ramp, and about halfway down shrugs his shoulders and gives out a few fist bumps. He laughs as he sees a couple of younger kids holding a sign that expresses how “Dusty is better than your favorite wrestler”. Another woman, who kind of looks like Grace if she were older and pretty instead of young and ugly, holds a sign that reads” I wanna ride the Murder Train”. Dustin comes to the ring, and throws his back pack into the ring before leaping, flat-footed mind you, from the floor to the ring apron. Honestly its crazy how God blessed some with dashing good looks, athletic ability, AND a hyper intellect.

Dustin wipes his feet on the apron and climbs in. He is handed a mic by the wonderful MWE stage crew and stands in the middle of the ring, next to his back pack. He takes it all in as the crowd, for some reason, is still cheering for him.

Dustin Douglas
Y’all texans sure know how to make this Oklahoma boy feel welcomed…

The crowd cheers again

Dustin Douglas:
And I gotta tell you. I never thought I would ever walk out here to hear all of you on your feet for little old me. I honestly thought you people hated me…hell, I thought I hated you. But what Ive realized in my time here, and what I can see now is that…y’all…YOU are the reason I am standing here today. YOU are the reason I am able to do what I love….its crazy, I get paid, BY YOU, to do something I've loved my entire life. Call it an epiphany, call it a wake up call….but whatever it is…you all deserve better. And Im going to give you all my best.
From the kids who wanna see me suplex jabronis in and out of the ring to the women who wanted to ride the murder train…

A few loud cat calls and jeers from a couple of people make Dusty smirk

Dustin Douglas:
Sorry…Im married
Yall are too much. But let me be real and honest for a bit. When I first started in this industry, and this was only a year or so ago, I was a beaten, broken, angry, hurting man. And I took that out on the wrong people. I avoided relationships, I ws a huge angry jerk to anyone I came in contact with….and I treated the most important people in wrestling like so much garbage.
All of you, and the untold numbers watching at home around the world…YOU are the most important people in this industry. Without you, there is no MWE, no Dustin Douglas….without you, there is no professional wrestling.

He reaches down into the back pack and pulls out a shiny new title belt. He holds it up and looks at it

Dustin Douglas:
At first, I was going to come out here and talk about how I am the greatest Super Heavyweight in MWE and how I demand respect and all that crap rhetoric that so many people have regurgitated and said over and over and over and over and over…I was going to come out and declare myself the new SR HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.
I know…its dumb right. But the last few weeks, seeing your faces light up as you watch not just me, but so many amazing athletes here like Duke Andrews….Melissa Reeves…..Kyle Freaking Butler!!! That dude took me to the limit….

The crowd cheers as each wrestler is named

Dustin Douglas:
Even….Tank Steiner….and Im gonna address him in just a bit….but the MWE roster should be thankful every day that we get to preform for you. I freaking love you guys. Ive realized YOU are the reason I get to do what I love, and YOU are the reason I want to be the best of the best not only in MWE but in the sport of professional wrestling.

He looks at the title belt again

Dustin Douglas:
This Sr. Heavyweight Title…its meaningless. It is a self given title that is nothing but the indulgence of a hurting, selfish man. It doesn’t matter to me anymore. I would rather be the Champion of the People.

He throws the title belt down and rushes to a turnbuckle, climbing to the second turnbuckle. He passionately points at the crowd

Dustin Douglas:
I want to fight for you! I will fight for you! You all deserve the best show week in and week out, and my new job is to make sure that happens. Yall pay my bills, and I want to make sure you all get the best show form em and everyone else here.

He jumps down and turns around coming back to the center of the ring

Dustin Douglas:
And if that means I have to get Big and Nasty on some of those on the MWE roster who tend to bully, belittle, and bitch about everything and everyone…so be it.
I would love to shut up Matt Stone….again
Or conquer the Tribe called Conquest…..oh wait, Ive done that too.
What it comes down to is this…..Dusty Loves You. And wants what’s best for you. And right now…you have made it pretty clear y’all wanna see the Train and the Tank together. SO lots talk about the 300 pound baby elephant in the room.

Tank Steiner….Ive hated you more than Alfalfa hates Darla. More than Barney Stinson hates Ralph Machio. Ive despised you more than when my aunt put chopped onions in her lasagna….if you can’t taste them auntie, then what are they in there?!?!
I digress…
But Tank…we are the two biggest baddest people in this industry. We have found success and worked very well together, despite the fact you annoy me more than a handrail on my index finger and you piss me off more than getting my French fries put in my bag upside down. But I cannot think of a better person to team up with and cut straight through the tag team division here.

You wanna win some gold Tank? You wanna team up with the Murder Train. Im not hard to find. Lets do this thing.

The crowd cheers again as Dustin drops his mic, and climbs the turnbuckle again. He raises his arms and yells “Dusty Loves You” as the crowd chants back “We Love Dusty” The new Champion of the People soaks in the applause and walks toward the back.