Post by Shane Young on Feb 10, 2013 16:29:34 GMT 1
Date: February 9, 2013
Venue: PA National Guard Armory, Philadelphia, PA
Time: 2pm EST
["Smash It Up" echoes across the arena. As strobe lighting flashes around the arena the fans in attendance are going ballistic. The camera zooms in on the prestigious Smash championship belt hanging high above the ring.]
Harold Jenkins: That's right folks. We're in Philadelphia and you are looking at the Smash title belt hanging high above the ring.
[The camera pans to the announce team at ringside.]
Harold Jenkins: Hello everyone and welcome to Master Class Championship Wrestling's Ultimate Smash! I'm Harold Jenkins and joining me at ringside is the Nutter himself, William Ferguson!!
William Ferguson: Thanks mate, it's a great atmosphere here tonight. These fans have being going nuts for hours, they are anxious to get this show underway! Tell the people watching at home what we have in store for them tonight Harry!
Harold Jenkins: As you saw tonight we will witness the return of the illustrious Smash championship. One of six participants will earn the privilege of holding the title and restoring the action and excitement back to the prestigious championship that so many legends have already held in the past.
William Ferguson: I myself have competed for the same belt some time ago now. It is such an honor to hold this title, and what better way to determine a new champ than by putting the gold on the line in a six-person ladder match!
Harold Jenkins: That's our main event of the evening. We also have the new MCCW World heavyweight champion in action tonight as he takes on the Thunderhead Storm Killer in a non-title bout, but if the young stud pulls off another upset you can bet that he will have a title shot in the near future...
William Ferguson: It's gonna be a crazy night that's for sure!
Harold Jenkins: That's right Bill, but first we're gonna start the show with a blast. Get ready for our first ever Special Guest Showcase!!
Opening Event
["Silverflame" by Dizzy Mizz Lizzy hits as the Silverflame Chris Dane steps out onto the stage to a pop from the crowd.]
Reed Smith: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to MCCW! It is now time for your Special Guest Showcase. The following contest is a Philadelphia Street Fight! Introducing first, hailing from Copenhagen, Denmark. Please welcome... CHRIS DANE!!
Harold Jenkins: Well folks, gracing the MCCW ring for the first time here is the Silverflame, Chris Dane!
William Ferguson: A well traveled athlete and as tough as they come, the fans are in for a treat watching this guy in action...
[Chris takes his time walking down the ramp, high fiving fans along his way. He slides into the ring and mounts the turnbuckles to another pop from the fans before jumping down and going into the corner fixating his eyes at the stage.]
["Somewhere I Belong" starts playing and Jimmy Fatal walks out from behind the curtain with a smirk on his face to the deafening jeers from the crowd as he shrugs and starts to walk down the ramp.]
Reed Smith: And his opponent, hailing from New York City, New York. Please welcome... JIMMY FATAL!!
William Ferguson: Another MPW guy right Harry?
Harold Jenkins: That's right Bill. Just like Dane, Jimmy Fatal also had a colorful career, proving all over the world why he is one of the most recognized competitors in the sport today!
[Jimmy strolls around ringside staring up at Dane, the tension between the two is almost electric as Fatal finally enters the ring.]
Harold Jenkins: Well folks, here is a storied rivalry, dating back to around 2006-2007, when these two were ripping through promotions all over the United Kingdom.
William Ferguson: Yes, and to think these two started out as tag team partners, which eventually led to their feud when Fatal betrayed Dane.
Harold Jenkins: These two had a total of four matches, Jimmy getting the better of Dane everytime, and in their last encounter nearly ending Dane's career!
William Ferguson: But lets go to the ring and see how Dane will fare in this one...
[The bell rings and the two men charge at each other slugging it out in the middle of the ring, Fatal gains the advantage with a brutal knee to the midsection of Dane and slaps on a headlock. Chris Dane fights back, first trying to tear himself free, but eventually gets out pushing Jimmy into the ropes. Fatal rebounds and is taken to the mat with an arm drag. He scrambles back to his feet and into another. Again Jimmy gets back up, but stumbles right into a Japanese arm drag. A little slower he gets up and stares across the ring at Chris Dane, who charges once more leveling Fatal with a shining wizard, he goes for the cover.]
Harold Jenkins: Could this be a short one?
Referee: One...Two...Th...
[Fatal kicks out. Dane quickly jumps back up pulling his opponent up with him and sets him up for a suplex. Jimmy battles back with body shots and manages to free himself from the grasp of his opponent. Fatal launches a boot targeting the abdomen of Dane, who instinctively catches the kick and swings into a dragon screw, wasting no time or motion as he spins in the toe hold and into the figure-four leglock. Jimmy roars out in pain as he trashes about.]
Harold Jenkins: It looks like Jimmy Fatal is in a world of hurt here as he grabs the ropes.
William Ferguson: But remember that this is a street fight, there are no rope breaks, no countouts and no disqualifications!
[Jimmy is hanging on to the bottom rope screaming out in pain as Dane throws himself back and forth. With much effort, Fatal manages to use the rope to turn the move around, shifting the pressure onto his opponent legs. Chris leaves go and they both get back to a vertical base, Jimmy charges at Dane who stands near the ropes, but Dane ducks and lifts Fatal to the outside.]
William Ferguson: The action has spilled to the outside! Remember falls count anywhere in this match, which should be in the brawler's favor, but Fatal is the one that's down on the floor...
[Slowly Fatal starts to rise on the arena floor using the guard rail. Suddenly Dane comes flying over the top rope with a senton-like move, but Jimmy jumps out of the way and his opponent crashes into the steel guard rail. Quickly Fatal jumps on top of his opponent pummeling away on Chris Dane with wild swings.]
Harold Jenkins: Silverflame just crashed and burned in a big way! This could be Fatal's opportunity to take advantage...
[He then grabs a handful of hair and pulls Dane back up, slamming him head-first into the unforgiving steel fence. Dane seems down and out as he slumps down on the arena floor, but Jimmy isn't finished as he drags him back up and hangs him over the barricade.]
Harold Jenkins: What devious plan does Jimmy Fatal have here?
William Ferguson: I don't now Harold, but I wouldn't want to be Chris Dane right now...
[With club-like blows Fatal punishes the back and neck of Chris Dane. Jimmy then lifts his opponent up from behind and crotches him over the guard rail. A huge "OHH!" sounds throughout the arena as Dane is planted on the steel barricade. Smirking Fatal backs up and then charges with a clothesline knocking Dane down and into the stands. Jimmy follows over the barricade arguing with the fans as he once more pulls the battered Dane back up and slaps an arm across his chest, before driving him face-first into the rail.]
Harold Jenkins: Now that was uncalled for!
William Ferguson: All is fair in love and war...well, or war in this situation!
[With his arms stretched out and a huge grin Fatal mocks the face and his opponent as he steps over the bloodied Dane and slaps him across the face. Again Jimmy drags him back up and turns around setting him up for a suplex into the barricade, the fans showing their disapproval with loud jeers. Suddenly Dane starts to fight back, blocking the suplex and landing a few shots to the body of Fatal before lifting up his opponent and planting him stomach-first over the guard rail.]
William Ferguson: These two are more focused on hurting each other than winning the match. I love it!
[Jimmy flops back into the crowd and Dane grabs him and pulls him back up sitting him down on a chair and placing a chair standing on his lap. Chris backs up before charging and crashing into Jimmy with a cannonball senton.]
Harold Jenkins: Ouch! What a bump!
William Ferguson: And these fans love it! They are loving this all-out fight just as much as I am!
Harold Jenkins: But you have to wonder if either of these men will be able to finish this match without killing each other!
[Both men are down on the arena floor with the fans screaming and cheering for the two men to get back up. They start to stir, crawling towards each other on hands and knees, both busted open and too tired to stand. As they finally get face-to-face they start exchanging blows, still on their knees. Fatal lands a right, Dane retaliates with one of his own, while he starts to get back up to his feet. Suddenly Jimmy stops him with a brutal low blow.]
Harold Jenkins: A cheap move by Fatal!
William Ferguson: I bet you he will feel that in the morning!
[Jimmy jumps to his feet and locks Dane's jaw at his shoulder, to a deafening roar from the crowd.]
Harold Jenkins: There it is! The Fatal Mistake!!
[He lifts Dane up and drops into the sitout position driving Chris Dane's jaw into his shoulder, Dane falls backwards and Jimmy on top of him.]
Referee: One...Two...Three!!
Harold Jenkins: That's it! It's over at last!!
[Reed Smith climbs into the empty ring as the fans roar in appreciation.]
Reed Smith: And here is your winner... JIMMY FATAL!!
William Ferguson: What you just witnessed fans is another chapter in this storied rivalry, written in blood once again!
Harold Jenkins: It has been an honor to host this Special Guest Showcase, and our two guests tonight did not fail to disappoint, but I have a feeling that this feud is far from over...
[As "Somewhere I Belong" starts playing the camera zooms in at the two wrestlers still lying motionless on the floor. Finally a few paramedics circle around them and attend to their injuries.]
[As the paramedics continue to attend to the two injured competitors, the camera cuts to backstage. Here Hunter Maverick is sitting, meditating before his match. He feels his mind and body being in perfect harmony, he is calm and focused. Slowly he lets his eyes open and looks down the corridor to the entrance area. In just a few minutes its time for him to walk down to the ring and take the fight to John Fisherman. Suddenly his thoughts are interrupted as Hayley Duggan comes up to him.]
Hayley Duggan: Hi Hunter, are you ready for your match?
Hunter Maverick: UHM Yes.
Hayley Duggan: Any thoughts on your opponent?
Hunter Maverick: UHM Yes.
Hayley Duggan: Do you think you can beat him?
Hunter Maverick: UHM Yes.
Hayley Duggan: Do you think Paige could end up being a factor in the match?
Hunter Maverick: UHM Yes.
[She looks at him and giggles.]
Hayley Duggan: You're the strong silent type aren't you?
Hunter Maverick: UHM Yes.
Hayley Duggan: You're so cute, good luck tonight!
[She pinches his cheek and walks on.]
Hunter Maverick: UHM Yes.
[He looks down the corridor, then at a watch hanging on the wall, he then goes back to meditating trying to regain his focus.]
William Ferguson: Hayley Duggan, doing her job as professionally as ever... I gotta tell you though, I like this Hunter Maverick guy. He is calm and focused for the task at hand. He is the Peaceful Warrior and he looks ready for a fight here tonight.
Harold Jenkins: What an intense battle to open this historic event as we see MCCW officials finally helping our special guests for the evening out of the arena. I'm sure they will have a few scars and bruises in the morning, but right now let's go to Daniel Kaye in the back looking for a few words with none other than John Fisherman.
William Ferguson: Take it away Danny boy!
[The camera fades to Daniel Kaye standing next to John Fisherman backstage with a microphone in hand.]
Daniel Kaye: Hey folks. I'm Daniel Kaye and I'm joined backstage tonight with the self-proclaimed king of the world, John Fisherman...
[John snaps at the interviewer.]
John Fisherman: Excuse me? Self-proclaimed? Daniel, David or whatever your name is...I am the king of the world. It's not a proclamation, it's a fact, and you'd better get them right or else!
[Daniel awkwardly coughs into his hand.]
Daniel Kaye: Okay, I apologize. But John, three weeks ago at Inception, you shocked the world by defeating the founder of this company in a no holds barred match. Word is that he will be out of action for a while, but aren't you worried about any repercussions for when he returns to MCCW?
John Fisherman: You mean if he returns...and no, why should I be worried? I've proved my point. I've proved it to the world! Shane is a has-been. His time is over. How can he expect the respect from everyone here when he doesn't know when to hang up his boots for good and give up? He doesn't deserve that respect. But I do. I'm the epitome of talent, and it's about time that I get the respect that I deserve! I will not be treated like some jobber next to a bunch of untalented hacks and I will not be treated like that dying lion treated me at Premature Beginnings! Shane was only the beginning. Everyone in this company will give me the respect that I deserve, one way or another!
[John is about to leave...]
Daniel Kaye: Wait! But regarding your match with Shane, you did have a little assistance in coming out on top...
[John gives him a stern look.]
John Fisherman: I didn't need assistance. I don't need assistance. That was a show of respect for me, just like I showed respect for her earlier in the show. You see all this time, I was wrong. This isn't my kingdom...
[Paige suddenly steps in, resting against John's side as he wraps his arm around her shoulder. She slides her finger down John's abs as he smiles back at Daniel.]
John Fisherman: ...it's our kingdom!
[They walk off camera as Daniel stays still. The camera then fades back to the announce table.]
Harold Jenkins: Well folks, a few chilling words from the epitome of talent...
William Ferguson: God I'd like to punch that tosser in the face!
Harold Jenkins: Whoa down Bill. Don't do something you'll regret later. Besides, Fisherman is in action next, and the Peaceful Warrior Hunter Maverick will have the opportunity to do that for you...
William Ferguson: Yes. Come on Hunter! Make me proud!
Match 2
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[As the opening riff of "John the Fisherman" echoes across the arena, John Fisherman reveals himself on the stage, seconds later Paige appears wrapping herself around him. John simply stares into the crowd in disdain, while putting an arm around her waist. They start walking down the ramp.]
Reed Smith: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Entering first, accompanied to the ring by Paige, hailing from Denver, Colorado. Weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty seven pounds, he is the Epitome of Talent... JOHN FISHERMAN!!
Harold Jenkins: I think it's fair to say that this man has made himself public enemy number one around here...
William Ferguson: That's the light way of putting it. Watching these two together makes me want to puke!
[As they arrive at ringside he stops for a brief moment to stare at a random member of the crowd who is not ashamed to express his hatred for him. In response John simply shakes his head and resumes, he climbs the apron and lifts the top rope so that Paige can duck under it entering the ring through after her. He then stands in the center of the ring, where John finally does his signature pose, Paige again draping herself around his arm.]
Harold Jenkins: We will be seeing the Princess in action later tonight, but right now it looks like she wants to see her king up close and personal...
William Ferguson: Or maybe she's just out there to make sure Fisherman steals the win, but that's just my opinion...
[John dips her and kisses her long and looks up as "O' Fortuna" starts to echo throughout the arena. The couple both look up as Hunter Maverick appears at the top of the ramp.]
Reed Smith: And his opponent, hailing from...
[Hunter wastes no time and runs to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. Fisherman pushes Paige behind him and motions for her to exit. She hesitates before the referee starts to yell at her to get out of the ring. Reluctantly she slides out and stands at ringside, watching with a devious smile on her face.]
Harold Jenkins: Well, no introduction for Hunter Maverick. The Peaceful Warrior wants to get his hands on the King of the World right now!
William Ferguson: Yes! I hope Fisherman's bruises have healed after his war with Kix because this one ain't gonna be pretty!
[The referee signals for the bell and the two men begin by circling each other. Maverick makes the first move by going in for a grapple. Fisherman pushes him off and into the ropes. Maverick bounces off and Fisherman gets him with a quick hit with a lariat, knocking him down to the mat. Maverick is stunned on his back. Fisherman moves in and starts laying punches to his downed opponent. Maverick manages to counter with a kick to the stomach. Fisherman grabs his midsection and takes a few steps back. This allows Maverick to get back to his feet with ease and waste no time going after the taller man. Maverick goes in for a spear, pushing Fisherman into the turnbuckle, air escapes his lungs making him lose his breath. Maverick further continues to use his momentum to his advantage by taking turns punching Fisherman in each side of his head. He slides down to the mat were Maverick further continues his assaults with big stomps to his already injured stomach. Maverick pulls Fisherman away from the corner and into the middle of the ring. He raises his arms to the crowd where he's met with a roar of cheers.]
Harold Jenkins: Early momentum on the side of Hunter Maverick!
[Paige climbs up to the turnbuckle, leaning in to pat Fisherman's face firmly to wake him up. The referee notices and starts to yell at her to leave the ring again. She starts to yell back and the referee threatens her, saying he'll force her backstage if she doesn't listen. With a pout she jumps down.]
William Ferguson: Poor Shorty, don't get your panties all up in a bunch! Ha!
Harold Jenkins: What is wrong with you?
[Maverick climbs over Fisherman up the turnbuckle and signals to the crowd that he's going to perform a moonsault onto the motionless body of Fisherman. Fisherman starts to move from his position on the mat. He rises slightly just as Maverick turns on the turnbuckle. As if in slow motion, both men take action. Fisherman gets up from the mat and moves with almost supernatural speed while Maverick leaps off. There's a gasp from the crowd as Fisherman is able to grab Maverick, mid air in a bear hug. Fisherman slams Maverick's back into the corner he just jumped from. Fisherman then quickly executes a jumping knee to his head, whipping it back against the ropes.]
Harold Jenkins: And just like that Fisherman has turned this one around!
William Ferguson: The Peaceful Warrior just delayed a little on the turnbuckle. He'll get back into it, you'll see...
[Paige cheers and claps her hands from below as Fisherman smirks at her and blows a quick kiss before pulling Maverick away from the ropes. It's easy for him to put him into a dragon sleeper. It takes seconds for Maverick to groggily come to. He starts to reach for the ropes. The referee is down on the mat, asking if Maverick gives up. Maverick yells out no. He continues to struggle against Fisherman. Every time Maverick seems to get some leverage, Fisherman tightens his grip. He growls out with pain but still refuses to give up. He continues to inch his way closer to the ropes. By the time Fisherman realizes it, Maverick is grabbing the bottom rope. Fisherman continues to hold on while the ref yells at him to let go. John swears at the ref and finally lets him go before the count to five. He gets in the referee's face.]
Harold Jenkins: This isn't a no disqualifications match, Fisherman had better keep his cool unless he wants to suffer his first loss here in MCCW...
[Hunter rises to his feet, holding his neck. Paige climbs the apron behind him. He takes a look at John, still angry at the ref and tries to regain his wits but not before Paige locks an arm around his neck, pulling him back toward the rope where she pulls down. The back of his neck bounces off and he goes face down to the mat. Paige laughs at him from the apron.]
William Ferguson: Oh come on ref!! What the hell was that!?
[John and the referee both turn around to look. The ref starts yelling at Paige again. She holds up both her hands and feigns innocence, flashing him her trademark smile.]
William Ferguson: All she has to do is bat her eyelids. Dammit ref do your job!
Harold Jenkins: Calm down Bill...
[Maverick stands, still looking confused. Fisherman goes after him with a super kick to the back. Maverick stumbles into the ref and knocks him and Paige over the rope onto the mats below.]
Harold Jenkins: Ouch! A collision between the ref and the Princess as they both stumble to the floor!
[Hunter catches himself on the ropes. He turns, a look of murder on his face. John gives a cocky smile before coming at him again with another kick. Hunter catches his foot and pushes him back. He follows him until Fisherman is against the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. John and Maverick exchange blows to each other's bodies. John is screaming at Maverick the whole time. Maverick pushes John with a spear to escape being trapped against the ropes. Maverick moves quickly to push John back against the ropes trying to pin him again. He quickly smashes John's head against the ropes. He then uses the opportunity to grab the man from behind and execute a Koji clutch.]
William Ferguson: Nice submission hold applied by Hunter!
Harold Jenkins: But it's no use...
[Maverick holds on tightly to the neck and arm of Fisherman, but he looks around and swears when he sees that the referee still hasn't recovered from being knocked over the ropes. Fisherman, obviously struggling, laughs. He reaches behind and starts to try and hit Maverick anywhere he can to get free. Maverick tries to tighten his grip but with John struggling, his hand is slipping. John gets his elbow free enough to ram it into the side of Maverick neck, once, twice and three times until he gets a blow that makes him release and lose his balance. John breathes heavily, watching the other man holding the side of his face. A smile spreads across John's face as he's crouching. He motions for Maverick to come at him. Maverick is obviously angry and starts to get to his feet. John doesn't wait for him to finish and goes after him and spears him back to his backside. He then proceeds to knee him in the stomach. The crowd cheers as the referee Timmy Nelson makes his way back into the ring, shaking his head a little.]
Harold Jenkins: Looks like MCCW official Timmy Nelson has finally got his bearings again...
[The referee is in the middle of the action again in no time. John lifts an arm up to the crowd before grabbing Hunter's head, setting him up for a brainbuster. The crowd screams louder. John has Maverick and jumps, forcing the smaller man head-first onto the mat. Maverick is out, seemingly cold on the mat. He addresses the crowd before moving in for a pin.]
Harold Jenkins: A wicked brainbuster by Fisherman, but he's rather slow going for the cover...
Referee: One...Two...Thr...
William Ferguson: Kick out! Looks like taunting these fans came back and bit him in the ass, at least for now...
[John gets up and yells again at the ref for counting too slow. Maverick rises to his elbows. He gets up partially and pulls John by his leg. He stumbles and grabs the ref. He turns, angered further to stare down the man who's now on his hands and knees. John starts to run at the fallen man with the intention of punting him in the head. Maverick does a roll and John kicks air. Maverick stands and jumps onto John's back, riding him to the mat. He starts to punch the back of his head. Maverick moves in to cover him. The referee starts the count, but after the one count John lets out a growl and throws the man off his back. Maverick stumbles but it makes no difference to the angry man. He continues toward Maverick and gets him with a running neckbreaker. Maverick is down on the mat not moving. John yells at the ref to hurry as he drops to his knees and throws himself over the barely moving opponent.]
Referee: One...Two...Thre...
Harold Jenkins: No!! That was very close!
[Fisherman runs a hand through his hair, obviously frustrated. He starts to argue with the referee that his count was too slow. He doesn't see Maverick getting back up with a smirk on his face. As John turns around he is met with a roundhouse kick to the head. He tries to follow up with a dragon suplex but John drops down onto the mat and rolls him up. The referee makes the pin but he only gets two. They both get up and Hunter charges, only for John to catch him and nail him with a half nelson bulldog. John gets back up and motions for the end as he waits for Maverick to get back up.]
William Ferguson: He could be looking for his trademark fisherman suplex...
[John grabs his head and throws his arm over his neck looking for the fisherman suplex but Hunter blocks, and counters by rolling him over in a small package. John manages to free himself just before the count to three. John storms back to his feet and charges, but Maverick ducks under the lariat attempt, bounces off the opposite ropes and lands Fisherman in the Sweet Lullaby shining triangle.]
Harold Jenkins: There it is! The Sweet Lullaby in cinched in! This could be it right here!
William Ferguson: But what is Shorty doing now?
[Paige hops back onto the apron and yells at the referee. The referee tries to get her down but she just keeps screaming. Meanwhile behind the ref's back John is tapping out.]
William Ferguson: He's tapping ref! Turn around you prick!!
[Realizing that the referee is distracted Maverick willingly releases the hold and approaches Paige on the apron. She screams in his face. In retaliation he grabs her by the hair.]
Harold Jenkins: He's got her! The Princess is in trouble!!
[Suddenly John springs back to life. He grabs Maverick from behind, forcing him to leave go of Paige, and rolls him over into an O'Connor roll-up. As the referee dives in for the count John pulls Maverick by the tights.]
Harold Jenkins: He's got a handful of tights!!
Referee: One...Two...Three!!
William Ferguson: NO!!
[The bell rings and Fisherman immediately rolls outside the ring and away from his opponent who looks absolutely furious. He glares at Fisherman from inside the ring as Paige rushes over and embraces John with a hug.]
Reed Smith: Here is your winner... JOHN FISHERMAN!!
Harold Jenkins: The Epitome of Talent managed to steal a win over Hunter Maverick here tonight, but I think it's fair to say not without any help...
William Ferguson: Come on Harry! Not only did he need that so-called Princess to help him out, but he also had to pull the tights behind the ref's back to secure the win! That's the sort of behavior we don't need here in MCCW!
Harold Jenkins: Regardless a win is a win, and Fisherman got the win in the end...
[Fisherman walks up the ramp with his arm around Paige's shoulder. She is delighted as Maverick glares at him from inside the ring with his hands on his hips. On the stage Paige grabs John by the cheeks and pulls him close, giving him a big passionate kiss.]
William Ferguson: Oh give me a break, I'm gonna puke!
[The camera fades to the locker-room where Scott Kenneth, still in his workout attire, prepares himself for his upcoming match. He practices swinging a few kicks before finally sitting on the bench and pouring a water bottle over his head. He throws the bottle away and holds his hands together. His track of thought is suddenly interrupted when someone grabs him on the shoulder. Scott looks up with a confused look on his face.]
Scott Kenneth: Who the hell are you?
[He stands up and looks into the person's eyes intensely.]
??: Hey take is easy amico, I come in peace. I just wanted a little parola...
[Scott unclenches his fist and lets the man speak.]
??: You know I've been watching you for a while now. You're a pretty tough bambino. The problem is that you've been getting your ass handed to you by that schmuck Fisherman and his little goomah. If you can't even defend yourself from the likes of them, how do you expect to win this title match later tonight? I'm thinking that you could do with little extra elbow grease if you catch my drift...
Scott Kenneth: What do you mean?
??: Just an offer that's all. We do something for you, and you do something for us.
Scott Kenneth: Us?
??: Well let's just say I have a few associates who know how to take care of business. Just give us the word and we'll take care of the dirty work for you. What do you say?
[Scott swipes his gesturing hand away.]
Scott Kenneth: Forget it. The Smash title is mine, and then I'll take care of those two pricks myself. Make a deal with someone else.
[Scott storms out of the locker-room, leaving the sinister man alone. The camera fades from a close-up of his evil grin.]