The theme for Chaos blares, as the camera's come in and out on fans and their signs. The camera's turn to Mike Johnson and Rocky Reynolds.
Mike: Thanks for joining us folks! We have a huge night ahead, as this is our last stop before Full Throttle!
Rocky: That's putting it lightly! We have a huge main event! Infection vs Rob Rage, KJ Punk, and Darius!
Mike: Yeah! That's actually the fan voted match! The fans got the chance to vote online of the match they wanted to see, and this is what we are going to get!
Rocky: We will also see a Vanity Champion crowned for the first time! My money is on Sugar or Spice!
Mike: No, I'm pulling for Pisces Pink.
*The crowd jeers, as the lights turn out. Eventually, around 10 seconds later, the lights turn on, as Sebastian Schweizner is standing alone on the ramp. He quickly slides into the ring, before resting against the ropes. He motions towards the ramp, where Gommenta and Gaileo come down the ramp on motorcycles! The crowd's heat intensifies, before Gommenta and Gaileo stop on the edge of the ramp. They hop off the bikes, before Gaileo collects a chair from under the ring. He slides it into the ring, before the wrestlers enter, and Gommenta sets up the chair for Schweizner to sit on*
Schweizner: So it's decided. At Full Throttle, *Schweizner motions up to the roof* a 20 foot cell will be lowered down from an arena ceiling just like the one here tonight. It will be lowered down, directly around a wrestling ring - exactly like this one, trapping Gommenta, Gaileo, Mr. Black and Mr. Blood inside. And the first danger to me - is that I am trapped outside. I cannot shout encouragement to my clients. But that didn't matter at Lost Cause. Damaged Goods still walked out IWA Tag Team Champions. But positively Vivica is unable to help her gay best friends
So it's a level playing field. But what Smokey, I need to understand, is how Damaged Goods came out victorious in a steel structure before over Black Blooded - and Victor Elric and Ivan Drayman may I add - but now they have to do it again? Damaged Goods have nothing to prove - and as the most fighting champions - and the holders of the most prestigious championship IWA has to offer - they deserve a pay-per-view off.
And now, you're making Gaileo fight both Black Blooded members in a handicap match, meant to damage one half of the champions - is simply ridiculous. Stacking the odds against Damaged Goods has happened time and time again - the match at Full Throttle will be their first one on one championship match. But we have always triumphed over the bad. We have always beaten our adversary's We are what makes IWA wrestling - and what makes IWA entertainment. We care about holding these championships - not the significant pay rise that comes with it. And we stand out because of it.
And despite us not being in a Tornado Tables match - tables will still be under the ring. Damaged Goods can still double powerbomb Mr. Blood through a table. Despite it now being a first blood match, Gommenta and Gaileo can slam Mr. Black's head against the cage, making him bleed more than Ric Flair does, or how "Mr." Blood senior does on a monthly basis. And Black Blooded - look into my eyes. I know you're here, and I know you're listening before this big match. So lets kick this night off with an upset, You cannot defeat Gaileo or Gommenta in any environment, or with any stipulation hanging over our heads, and tonight is included.
*Black Blooded's theme continues to play, but they are nowhere to be found. Damaged Goods start looking around the ring, Schweizner standing up, expecting a trap*
Mr. Blood: Hey, Retards
*Gaileo and Gommenta start running from one end of the ring to the other, trying to find the source of the voice*
Mr. Blood: Oh for fuck's sake, look up morons.
*Damaged Goods look as the tron lights up, showing Mr. Blood and Mr. Black somewhere backstage. In the bottom corner of the screen can be seen the crudely drawn letters B.B. Indicating that this is Vivica's camera.*
Mr. Blood: There ya go boys, God damn, it's like swimming in oatmeal trying to get through your thick fucking skulls, you probably still don't know why the hell you two are here, do you tards? Can you say "Wrestling"? Try it out, I'm sure that you will get it in time. As for you there Doctor Strangelove, did you really think that we are that fucking stupid? Did you really think that riding down on some jap-shit wannabe choppers would piss us off? Make us forget just what the hell we were doing?
Mr. Black: Fucking Amateurs.
Mr. Blood: See jackass, We've been saying all week, sending out twit messages, updating our Blackbook pages, hell we even put up some videos from this very camera up on the Bloodtube so all the little dirtbags around the world can see it. Tonight is the night that we fucking cripple this walking side-show act, and make damn sure that come Full Throttle, we get what's ours.
I know, I know, you want to bitch and moan, "Oh, why do my ball-washers have to fight in a cage, didn't they do that already, wasn't once enough?" And you know what, you almost have a point. but see, it ain't about what you think those walking lobotomies have proven, it's not about what you think you have accomplished here, it's about making sure that they can't run away once that light bulb flashes and they finally realize just where the fuck they are, cause even the stupidest sister-fucking, meth-making, paint-huffing, sheet-wearin white trash piece of shit here knows damn good and well that your boys just are not prepared to face the Dominant Predators without another team in the way, cage or no cage, steel or no steel. Course, if I was you, I would feel damn grateful for those steel walls, because those walls are about the only thing that have a fucking chance in hell of keeping you safe from us.
Mr. Black: The Illusion of safety.
Mr. Blood: See boy, that's the beauty of it all. We finally found the perfect way to shut you the fuck up, and send Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dipshit over there back to whatever shitty mental ward you started molesting them in. All we gotta do is take you out of the equation, and they fucking vanish forever.
Tonight we get our chance to cripple one of your boys there, then come Full Throttle you'll be a tard short, and that means all that is standing between our belts and us is a few hundred pounds of stupid, and of course that big fucker you got with you.
Mr. Black: That's when the fun starts.
Mr. Blood: See, at first we were content just taking the belts, taking our gold and leaving y'all basically unharmed, then you had to go and fuck it up, and try and make it all personal, try and piss us off.
Mr. Black: Big Fucking Mistake.