*Rome struts his way through the curtain and onto the stage, to a chorus of boos.*
Sly: The Unified Champion is here on Showdown!
*Rome stands on top of the ramp, looking out over the crowd. He turns to a camera, winks, and starts down the ramp, holding the Warfare and Mayhem world titles high above him, the Showdown title bouncing around on his waist.*
Larry: All hail the Champion!
*Rome slides under the bottom rope. With a quick burst step, he leaps onto the second turnbuckle, throwing the titles high into the air for everyone to see. He yells the words ‘All Hail Rome!’ before jumping down and repeating the process on the opposite turnbuckle.*
Sly: And what does the newly crowned champion have in store for us?
*Rome takes a chair from a ringside assistant and unfolds it right in the center of the ring. He then lays down the titles, propped up by their belt and facing the camera in all their shiny glory. He demands a microphone and receives one before taking his seat. As he holds the device to his lips, the lights dim and a spotlight illuminates the champion.*
Rome: We are in the dawn of a new era, a new generation. An era that will go down in history as the one that changed it all. First there was Hulk Hogan. Then there was Stone Cold Steve Austin. And now… now there is just one name: Rome. I am the first and ONLY JBW unified champion! I am the only man in JBW history to hold all three world titles in my grasp! In the course of one night, I created more history than any man in this business could’ve DREAMED of!
But it wasn’t just an over-night process! It was a long one—one I’m quite proud of. Not a single peasant in that locker room, not a single inbred moron sitting in this audience—NO ONE could foresee what I did. On Mayhem and Showdown, I ran dominate. Not only was RomanFlare, the masked warrior, tearing through the competition on Mayhem, but Caesar the Elite was taking his crown upon Showdown. But it was all ME! I worked double the duty, night-in and night-out, all for the glory of Rome!
But this isn’t just about how I fooled every damn person, nor is it only about the start of the Empire of Rome—the monopoly of Rome on the Unified Title for years to come. No, this is also about the start of the people around me. An Emperor cannot rule without an Empire, a King not without a Kingdom. I am going to build this brand, this show, Showdown, into my empire. From this day forward, I am the Emperor of Showdown. For this day forward, Showdown will rise above the other two brands and prove that it is the best in the company.
Mayhem, Warfare, and the talent with rests upon it. Watch closely. Tonight is the start of your demise. Tonight is the last night where Showdown will sit idly by. So watch closely the pure talent on the roster. Because after tonight, Showdown, Mayhem, Warfare—we’re going to WAR! Showdown will declare war on Warfare and Mayhem! And all will bow before Showdown, and ALL WILL HAIL ROME!
*Rome leans forward, a toothy smirk creeping on his face.*
*Rome, and everyone else in SHOWDOWN! Arena, turn their attention to the ramp as T1CG’s music hits.*
Sly: We hear his music, but our general manager is nowhere to be found.
T1CG: Up here, my sugar blossoms.
*With that, T1CG pops up on the JabeTron. The SHOWDOWN! GM is sitting at his desk with a massive portrait of Kevin Matthews covering the wall behind him.*
T1CG: Roman, my beautiful new play toy, there will be no war. Take a look around this office, sweetheart…
*The camera pans around T1CG’s office to show fishtanks filled with dead raccoons, pictures of people being tortured lining the walls, and coats of human and animal flesh hanging from the ceiling.*
…why would I mess with this? If you can’t handle my decision, my masked lover, then I guess I’ll have to just take those shiny belts off of your pretty little waist. In fact, yes….yes…Tonight you will face Morrison Martell for the SHOWDOWN! World Heavyweight Championship. See you later!
*T1CG blows a kiss to Rome as we fade to commercial.*
Sly: Oh my God, OH MY GOD! SHOWDOWN! is now at war with Warfare AND Mayhem! Well it is if RomanFlare has anything to say about it. That1CreepyGuy is against it but I don’t know if that’s going to be enough to keep this from happening. What do you think Larry?
Larry: Huh? What the hell are you going on about wetback? Go back to cutting my grass for 12 pesos a day you greasy haired fucktard
Sly: Why do you ALWAYS use a racial stereotype against me you wrinkled old fuck? Every week it seems like it’s something different. It’s never ending really and I’m sick of it. I’m about to report you to Ka$h and put an end to this.
Larry: *hangs up his cell phone and looks at Sly*
Slaps the shit out of Sly, looks at him again, and the camera cuts away as a HUGE slap echos throughout the arena. The camera cuts back to see Sly rubbing his eye and Larry looking at him again*
Sly: …….and now for our first match of the evening. We haven’t saw this man in recent weeks. He’s a giant of a man known as the Devil Bahamut.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=38j-i...layer_embedded (the four video limit sucks here so this one is the odd ball to get left out.)
Sly: And here is his opponent, The Assassin Creed’s Ariel.
Larry: That Aeriel chick is looking better and better every week. Just look at how she shakes her ass as she comes down the ring
Sly: For the love of God Larry, how many times do I have to tell you Aeriel’s a man?
Larry: And how many times do I have to tell you…..if it wears eyeliner, I can go off balls deep in it?
Sly: Ugh…fuck me let’s get this match started already.
*ignore the ending*
Bahamut is unrelenting in his attack against Aeriel, and despite Aeriel’s best attempts to get in offense, he is unable to. Bahamut hits a nasty brainbuster ddt to score the pinfall.*