The Insane-O-Tron flickers to life and Ano Doom is seen.
Ano Doom: Jackson Smith. Jackson Smith. What is wrong with you? Seriously, really...What is it? Since arriving in this land of Insane Wrestling, I have damn near left you laid out every...single...time I see you.
I make it known that the Robotic Villain has arrived, Drop you flat on your brain with a piledriver- Oh wait, we may have just found our answer right there...Did I tear up your mind when I spiked you headfirst into the canvas during your title match? Are you less mentally fit now than before you met me? Maybe so, because your mindstate sure has been nothing short of pure rage and turmoil ever since then. If I gave a damn fuck about you I'd almost feel bad...if I was CAPABLE of that, that is. Anyways, I am getting away from the point.
I hit the ring during your Endurance title shot, scramble your brain with a Tombstone Piledriver, then damn near break every bone in your body with the most sickening and devestating maneuver known to man...Cold. Blooded. Murder... And you're completely done as far as that belt goes. Fast forward to when that foolish, unfortunate soul, was about to be utterly obliterated...Much like your title shot, I might add, and then you come out, do the exact same thing you accuse me of, and hit me from out of nowhere. You're a hypocrite as well now. You blindside me, then, put this into perspective, you hit me and hit me, get hit back, then I grab your throat and just toss you sideways like a giant with a midget. I threw you away from me...By the neck.
By the neck Jackson, there's a real pattern here coming into play you just fail to see. You're not on my level, physically, in any way shape of form. You're "The Boss", but I kick the living shit out of you every time we are near each other. Again, I digress from the point. Funny how an egomaniac like you has a way of making me do that.
So then we get to Last resort, you open your mouth again and then get sent, tumbling through the air by the neck- which by the way, When I launched you in the other direction on Chaos weeks back, it was a preview of that, you just didn't know it. You got SLAMMED through a blazing table from ten feet above, hit concrete and then people thought you were out for good maybe. You go to the hospital, I come to see your young woman, ONLY to tell her just what you've gotten yourself into, to maybe help you see things differentlly; If you won't listen to me, maybe she could reach you. No, nope, nope. Didn't happen like I intended at all, only fueled your bravado and pigheadedness.
Now we are here, you just returned last week and come in, to NOONE'S surprise I'm sure, and shit talk all over the place as usual, once again. What's going on...with your brain? You don't damn near get your career as you know it ended then walk right in here and say "That didn't hurt! Yo ho ho!" You just clearly aren't a well man and since you want to fight me in a ring finally, you've got it. You're on, Jackson.
I'm going to do what Smokey, what kind of name is that anyways- Should have done long ago, with your unfit mentallity and all, and take you out once and for all, and finish what I started at Last Resort. You wanna get in a ring with me and just have me get flat out nasty and unmerciless? Fine, so be it, you really didn't even have to challenge me for that, it was a foregone conclusion for the future as it is. Try to keep your eyes open too as I'm giving you the utmost pain and punishment without remorse. That way you will see the same thing that shocks the rest of the world.
The cameras cut to the backstage where Slayde is seen just as he's about to burst into Smokey's office, the door slams against the wall as Slayde enters with great force. He sees Smokey sitting in his desk and makes his towards him and lams his fists against the desk and speaks....
Slayde: Smokey, I come knowing you are a man who knows what's good for business and since Pamich has yet to give me an answer, I demand that you book the match between he and I at Night of Legends.
You know that has to happen. IWA needs to see the end of Pamich at my hands. Just because he's is too much of a coward to accept himself is no reason to not have this happen and you damn well know it.
So come on, use your power to make this happen.
Just as Smokey is about to reply we see Mr. Smyth enter the office. The fans boo at the sight of the IWA Endurance champion as he walks into shot with his title belt on his shoulder. He stands next to Slayde and offers his hand for a handshake.
Mr. Smyth: Orion. Good to see you.
Slayde looks down at the hand, then back up to Smyth.
Mr. Smyth: ...still sore about me kicking you from post to post a few months back, eh? Never mind. Since you’re not in a hospitable mood towards your Endurance champion, step to one side. I’ve got some business to discuss with stumpy over here.
Smyth turns away from Slayde and focuses his attention on Smokey.
Mr. Smyth: Allow me to do a run down for you. Kyojin, Jackson Smith, Sagittarius Blue, Oscar Layman, Malcolm Adonis; what do each and every one of these men have in common, Smokey?
The fans boo as Mr. Smyth awaits an answer from Smokey. The answer, however, never comes as Smokey just stares at Smyth.
Mr. Smyth: Have I just walked into an office of mutes? Well I’ll tell you what they have in common: they have all fallen down when they are pitted against me. So here’s the deal: I’m bored now. Week after week you have someone new go up against me and week after week, I beat them. This beautiful title here, it’s staying on my shoulder and I know you’re planning something in your head that you think will remove me as your Endurance champion, but I have to tell you that your plan will fail yet again.
The fans boo.
Mr. Smyth: Instead, I will help you save face and take the night off. There are better things for me to do anyway. Have a good evening Smokey, and don’t be so down. Soon enough, you will embrace me as your champion and the world will be a better place for it.
Smyth turns to leave as Smokey shouts at him.
Smokey: Are you taking the piss? You’re going nowhere. I have no idea where you get off thinking that you can pick and choose where and when you work.
Smokey turns to Slayde.
Smokey: I haven’t decided whether I want you and Pamich in a match at Night of Legends, so I’ll need to have a think about that. Before then though, there is something I can give you. A shot at the IWA Endurance Championship.
The fans cheer as Slayde nods with a smile on his face. Smyth, on the other hand, has a look of concern on his.
Smokey: Tonight, Slayde will fight Mr. Smyth one on one for that title right there. Kick his ass for me Slayde and if you beat Smyth tonight, I may be even more persuaded to book a match between you and Pamich at the pay-per-view.
Mr. Smyth goes to speak, bit Smokey cuts him off.
Smokey: I’m not fucking interested. Now both of you, get the hell out of my office!
Smyth storms out followed by a smiling Slayde. The camera looks back at Smokey who has started to lean against his desk. After a moment, Smokey looks towards the door and immediately jumps back up into a standing position. The camera pans to the right where we see a middle aged woman. She has blonde hair, is smartly dressed in a business suit and is wearing a pass around her neck. She walks towards Smokey before starting to speak.
Woman: Hello, Daniel.
Smokey: It’s Smokey.
The woman smiles, and decides to humor him.
Woman: Of course. You got my memo, didn’t you?
Smokey: Yeah, about that, I was-
Woman: I think it’s about time we had a conversation, don’t you?
Smokey looks at her for a moment before nodding, clearly looking defeated. The woman walks around the desk and takes a seat in Smokey’s chair before the camera fades away.