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Some obscure American rock band plays the theme music to Eclipse. They slurr their way through a bunch of words which have seemingly nothing to with wrestling as Images of some of the best action from SRW flashes all too briefly on the screen.
Finally the image changes, just as the fast movement was making me feel sick. The Camera pans around the fans holding up their banners and eventually settles on the enterance ramp. Jim Ross welcomes us to ringside and promises us that this is shaping up to be a hell of a show. He is predictably interrupted though, by a wrestler's entrance music. Not just any wreslter either!
"It began in Afrika-ka-ka-ka-ka". "Woah, business just picked up" Screams Jim Ross as the Cong Man makes his way to ringside. He looks like he means business! The Cong Man snatches the microphone angrily from Howard Finkel.
"I'll make this short. Not that I give a damn about any of you low-life scum in attendence here. But as a wrestling fan myself, I know there is nothing worse than some p*****-off wrestler coming out at the start of the show and talking rubbish for 15 minutes. So I'll keep this short." An ironic cheer goes up from the fans in attendence.
"Reaver. You screwed me. Scotty you screwed me. I want a piece of both of you, but I'm intelligent enough to deal with one problem at a time. Reaver, you son of a. No-one gets away with doing what you did to me. I'd fight you right here and now, but I know you have a match tonight and I won't spoil your shot. However when I look on my calender I see a pay-per-view coming up."
Cong pauses momentarily as if he was thinking seriously about his next words. "No-one gets away with doing what you did to me. So I'm challenging you to a match at our next Pay-per-view. I don't care if you're the champion by then or not. There's no way out of this for you, I've been to vince McMahon and he has personally pledged that I will face you one-onone at the next Pay-Per-View in a match with a couple of stipulations on the contract." Cong looks up but doesn't even crack a smile.
"Firstly. The entire roster is banned from ringside. That's right, anyone who intefers for me or against me will instantly be fired. Oh and secondly...THE LOSER WILL LEAVE SRW!" The Cong Man drops the microphone "fzzzt" and storms away as angrily as he made his way to the ring. The fans sit in a stunned, eerie silence.
Finally the image changes, just as the fast movement was making me feel sick. The Camera pans around the fans holding up their banners and eventually settles on the enterance ramp. Jim Ross welcomes us to ringside and promises us that this is shaping up to be a hell of a show. He is predictably interrupted though, by a wrestler's entrance music. Not just any wreslter either!
"It began in Afrika-ka-ka-ka-ka". "Woah, business just picked up" Screams Jim Ross as the Cong Man makes his way to ringside. He looks like he means business! The Cong Man snatches the microphone angrily from Howard Finkel.
"I'll make this short. Not that I give a damn about any of you low-life scum in attendence here. But as a wrestling fan myself, I know there is nothing worse than some p*****-off wrestler coming out at the start of the show and talking rubbish for 15 minutes. So I'll keep this short." An ironic cheer goes up from the fans in attendence.
"Reaver. You screwed me. Scotty you screwed me. I want a piece of both of you, but I'm intelligent enough to deal with one problem at a time. Reaver, you son of a
Cong pauses momentarily as if he was thinking seriously about his next words. "No-one gets away with doing what you did to me. So I'm challenging you to a match at our next Pay-per-view. I don't care if you're the champion by then or not. There's no way out of this for you, I've been to vince McMahon and he has personally pledged that I will face you one-onone at the next Pay-Per-View in a match with a couple of stipulations on the contract." Cong looks up but doesn't even crack a smile.
"Firstly. The entire roster is banned from ringside. That's right, anyone who intefers for me or against me will instantly be fired. Oh and secondly...THE LOSER WILL LEAVE SRW!" The Cong Man drops the microphone "fzzzt" and storms away as angrily as he made his way to the ring. The fans sit in a stunned, eerie silence.
The Cong Man glares at Scotty. "After all the matches we've had, I thought you would have learnt by now, that I let my actions speak louder than words"
"Who let da Dog out hits"
STD comes and and joins his partner
"Look i have no time for this. Reaver why the hell are you getting involved in this! Your putting your career on the line for god sakes. He's my problem and i will deal with him"
STD now turns to Cong Man
"Listen up Monkey man as i ain't gonna say this twice. If you Cong are putting your career on the line then i want to be the one to end it. Let me into that match Reaver. I will get him out of this Federation"
Reaver: "No im the one to finish it STD, if i go you will have to do something i could't do: Get Cong Out. Let me do this"
STD:"Ok fine with me. But im making the Stipulation for your match then. Its gonna have to be something like Hell for Cong. Hmmm how about HELL in a Cell!
"Oh and what last thing Cong, what the hell do you think your gonna do to me?!"
STD comes and and joins his partner
"Look i have no time for this. Reaver why the hell are you getting involved in this! Your putting your career on the line for god sakes. He's my problem and i will deal with him"
STD now turns to Cong Man
"Listen up Monkey man as i ain't gonna say this twice. If you Cong are putting your career on the line then i want to be the one to end it. Let me into that match Reaver. I will get him out of this Federation"
Reaver: "No im the one to finish it STD, if i go you will have to do something i could't do: Get Cong Out. Let me do this"
STD:"Ok fine with me. But im making the Stipulation for your match then. Its gonna have to be something like Hell for Cong. Hmmm how about HELL in a Cell!
"Oh and what last thing Cong, what the hell do you think your gonna do to me?!"
(My Sacrifice hits) The crowd are on their feet, this is the moment we've been waiting for! Here comes Reaver (Ant). He saunters down to the ring, but this time there's no evil smirk on his face. He's dead serious.
He picks up a mic, and looks around the whole arena. He's unsure of what to say, and strangely enough a wry smile is forming across his face.
"Hey y'all," he finally says, grinning about the reference to Scott Hall, "my name's Reaver (Ant.) I am the CAW Commissioner, although Vince has more power than me, and I am a former CAW Heavyweight Champion. I have led the Elements through the tough and the good, and I have become one of the biggest stars in SRW."
He puts the mic by his side, deep in thought. Finally, he speaks again, "and now this. Cong Man, once a friend, but now a foe, wants to end my career in SRW. Where would I go? WWE? No thanks, I wouldn't be respected there. WWA? They won't last much longer. XWF? They haven't got the talent. And Cong Man, because of some stupid grudge, you want me to give it all up. YOU WANT ME TO GIVE IT ALL UP!?"
The crowd are surprised at this sudden outburst from the usually cool Reaver, I don't think he likes the idea at all.
"I..." The crowd are in suspense.
"I..." What's he going to say!?
"I..."
"Accept."
Reaver drops the mic with a heavy sigh, and leaves with his head down. What's going to happen in a few weeks time? Who will be gone from SRW, Cong Man, or Reaver (Ant)!?
He picks up a mic, and looks around the whole arena. He's unsure of what to say, and strangely enough a wry smile is forming across his face.
"Hey y'all," he finally says, grinning about the reference to Scott Hall, "my name's Reaver (Ant.) I am the CAW Commissioner, although Vince has more power than me, and I am a former CAW Heavyweight Champion. I have led the Elements through the tough and the good, and I have become one of the biggest stars in SRW."
He puts the mic by his side, deep in thought. Finally, he speaks again, "and now this. Cong Man, once a friend, but now a foe, wants to end my career in SRW. Where would I go? WWE? No thanks, I wouldn't be respected there. WWA? They won't last much longer. XWF? They haven't got the talent. And Cong Man, because of some stupid grudge, you want me to give it all up. YOU WANT ME TO GIVE IT ALL UP!?"
The crowd are surprised at this sudden outburst from the usually cool Reaver, I don't think he likes the idea at all.
"I..." The crowd are in suspense.
"I..." What's he going to say!?
"I..."
"Accept."
Reaver drops the mic with a heavy sigh, and leaves with his head down. What's going to happen in a few weeks time? Who will be gone from SRW, Cong Man, or Reaver (Ant)!?
Some obscure American rock band plays the theme music to Eclipse. They slurr their way through a bunch of words which have seemingly nothing to with wrestling as Images of some of the best action from SRW flashes all too briefly on the screen.
Finally the image changes, just as the fast movement was making me feel sick. The Camera pans around the fans holding up their banners and eventually settles on the enterance ramp. Jim Ross welcomes us to ringside and promises us that this is shaping up to be a hell of a show. He is predictably interrupted though, by a wrestler's entrance music. Not just any wreslter either!
"It began in Afrika-ka-ka-ka-ka". "Woah, business just picked up" Screams Jim Ross as the Cong Man makes his way to ringside. He looks like he means business! The Cong Man snatches the microphone angrily from Howard Finkel.
"I'll make this short. Not that I give a damn about any of you low-life scum in attendence here. But as a wrestling fan myself, I know there is nothing worse than some p*****-off wrestler coming out at the start of the show and talking rubbish for 15 minutes. So I'll keep this short." An ironic cheer goes up from the fans in attendence.
"Reaver. You screwed me. Scotty you screwed me. I want a piece of both of you, but I'm intelligent enough to deal with one problem at a time. Reaver, you son of a. No-one gets away with doing what you did to me. I'd fight you right here and now, but I know you have a match tonight and I won't spoil your shot. However when I look on my calender I see a pay-per-view coming up."
Cong pauses momentarily as if he was thinking seriously about his next words. "No-one gets away with doing what you did to me. So I'm challenging you to a match at our next Pay-per-view. I don't care if you're the champion by then or not. There's no way out of this for you, I've been to vince McMahon and he has personally pledged that I will face you one-onone at the next Pay-Per-View in a match with a couple of stipulations on the contract." Cong looks up but doesn't even crack a smile.
"Firstly. The entire roster is banned from ringside. That's right, anyone who intefers for me or against me will instantly be fired. Oh and secondly...THE LOSER WILL LEAVE SRW!" The Cong Man drops the microphone "fzzzt" and storms away as angrily as he made his way to the ring. The fans sit in a stunned, eerie silence.
Finally the image changes, just as the fast movement was making me feel sick. The Camera pans around the fans holding up their banners and eventually settles on the enterance ramp. Jim Ross welcomes us to ringside and promises us that this is shaping up to be a hell of a show. He is predictably interrupted though, by a wrestler's entrance music. Not just any wreslter either!
"It began in Afrika-ka-ka-ka-ka". "Woah, business just picked up" Screams Jim Ross as the Cong Man makes his way to ringside. He looks like he means business! The Cong Man snatches the microphone angrily from Howard Finkel.
"I'll make this short. Not that I give a damn about any of you low-life scum in attendence here. But as a wrestling fan myself, I know there is nothing worse than some p*****-off wrestler coming out at the start of the show and talking rubbish for 15 minutes. So I'll keep this short." An ironic cheer goes up from the fans in attendence.
"Reaver. You screwed me. Scotty you screwed me. I want a piece of both of you, but I'm intelligent enough to deal with one problem at a time. Reaver, you son of a
Cong pauses momentarily as if he was thinking seriously about his next words. "No-one gets away with doing what you did to me. So I'm challenging you to a match at our next Pay-per-view. I don't care if you're the champion by then or not. There's no way out of this for you, I've been to vince McMahon and he has personally pledged that I will face you one-onone at the next Pay-Per-View in a match with a couple of stipulations on the contract." Cong looks up but doesn't even crack a smile.
"Firstly. The entire roster is banned from ringside. That's right, anyone who intefers for me or against me will instantly be fired. Oh and secondly...THE LOSER WILL LEAVE SRW!" The Cong Man drops the microphone "fzzzt" and storms away as angrily as he made his way to the ring. The fans sit in a stunned, eerie silence.