WSE 2010 : Kissy Face Snuggle Bunny Day [The End 4]

[THE Mac Bry v2]

Decided to do this in quasi-quick mode, as I've got two feds to rp for, and I'm not even sure if anyone else besides me cares about this anymore... anyway, this'll set up Nitro #3, which I'm hoping to make a bit of a big deal, with a parody of the Elimination Chamber thrown into the mix. Anyway... here goes ;

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- As mentioned in the preview of this event, the contender to Austin Stevens' Xtrmkor title would be determined via a brawl through the arena, in a sort of "tag, you're it!" match. The first man to get a pinfall was Kruzifix, who made it to the back and recited the following piece of emoetry, while kneeling in a corner, rocking back and forth...

"Violets are red... roses? Blue...
My death is slow... and so are you.
The weeping willow warbles through the beckoning kaleidescope of decay.
Judge Judy is on CW next Saturday."

A shout was heard - "BIG BOOT TO KRUZIFIX!!!" and... well, Redd W. hit the boot to Kruzifix. Redd kept the contendership till it was time for him to come down to the ring for the Xtrmkor end game...

- As also mentioned in the preview, there would be a mini tag-team tourney through the night to determine the two challengers for the mWo's title. Sucka T and Gruel Renshaw squared off with the other jobber team of D-Jobberation X in the first match to determine the contenders for THE Belt. Before the match could really begin, a rope dropped from the rafters into the ring... and the following occured ;

Wes Rivers: OHMYGOD!!!

Rex: Wes... it's THE TICK~!!!1a

Wes: Sports fans, do you believe in miracles?!

Rex: ... What's that gotta do with anything?

Wes: All I have to say is... SPOON~!!!

Rex: What are you on about?

["The Tick" whips out a GIGANTIC spoon!]

Wes: Told ya.

Rex: Well, I'll be damned...

["Tick" wallops Sucka, Gruel, Triple A and the Headache Kid, dropping them like flies... He then pulls at his mask...]

Wes: OHMYGOD!!!

Rex: That's not The Tick! It's VAL HALLA~!12n

Wes: ... n?

Rex: I type stupidly, so sue me...

[Val grabs a microphone...]

VH: Lo and thitherly... thou hast seen the many days of reckoning... the end of days is swift to approach! The end is near -

Austin Stevens: WHAT?!

VH: I said the end is near!

Austin: HUH?!

VH: Armageddon is at hand!

Austin: WHAT'S THAT?!

VH: The Apocolypse, you peasant oaf!

Austin: WHAT YOU SAY?!

VH: Somebody set us up the bomb!!!

Austin: Ah, I git'cha now. I had wax in muh ears.

VH: And the end will be at the hands... of ZEUS~!!!

Wes: OMG!

Rex: Hm. That sounds awfully familiar...

Wes: Of course! It's the greek god of all that there is! And the norse god thor rip-off has heralded his coming to WSE! Which can mean only one thing!

Rex: We need to find a lineage of gods and stick to it?

Wes: No! ZEUS IS COMING TO WSE!!!!!!!!~!

Rex: ... Oh.

: : back to quick result format : :

And so, the fatal four way to determine the two challengers for the mWo's title was scrapped, and replaced with a seven man gauntlet match between mr e, major mario, nickey mowse, john semen, austin stevens, goo the adventurer, and viruz. Mr. E and Mario kicked things off, with the two putting on a mildly impressive showing... that is, until Nickey's partner in the Disney Corp., HollyRock, rushed down and hit the BlockBuster on Mario. The security pulled Rocky off, and Mac got on the iMAC screen, telling Rock that he was suspended... INDEFINITELY!

He then said that he would send Nickey down, seeing as he WOULD be contractually obligated to by Disney... BUT, this is Paper View, not the Disney Channel, so Nickey is OUTTA THERE~!! He said that he's going to go ahead and send Semen, Goo and Vi down, and have a 4-way to determine the first challenger for the mWo's title. And, if Stevens can defeat his challenger for the Xtrmkor strap, he'll get the other spot. The challenger wins, they get it.

The 4-way follows elimination rules, and winds up being a bloody affair, with Mr. E being taken out early, and Semen, Goo, & Vi, although being allies, leaving it all on the line in the name of the richest prize in World Sports Entertainment. Semen hits a few flying shoulder tackles and sit out powerbombs, Goo brings in a few leaping lariats and missile dropkicks, and Vi uses his Viruz Skan dragon sleeper to the best of his ability... the following is the end game ;

: : end game : :

Wes: Goo is bloodied and broken mid-ring... and Viruz is crawling over to drape an arm across the 16-year-old's chest... but Goo manages to kick out! Goo kicks up to his feet... but Viruz shoves him into a corner! Viruz rushes in and goes for the flying splash... but Goo hits the dropsault! Vi comes crashing down on his back, and Goo heads up top... leaping off the turnbuckle with a MESMERIZING Tri-Force Splash, aka the 360! Vi is close to being out... Goo drags the l33t 1 to his feet... and he's going for Vi's own move, the Fatal Error vertebreaker!!! ... but here comes John Semen!

Rex: God I love that name.

Wes: Semen runs in for the clothesline, and knocks Vi loose from Goo's grip... Semen then hits a wicked spinebuster to Goo... following up with another for Vi! And he lines them up side by side... he lifts a hand to the air... before lowering it, flipping the bird to both men! He shakes the middle finger around a bit, before rushing into one set of ropes... the opposite side... another, and ANOTHER... he then stops in front of the two fallen foes, and turns around... HE JUST MOONED THE POOR GUYS!!! But the respect still remains.

Rex: How in the HELL does that show ANY sort of respect?!

Wes: Uhm... he didn't crap on them?

Rex: ...

Wes: John turns back around... and he hit it!

Rex: He just dropped a single finger on 'em. The fuck kinda move is that?

Wes: It's the "Middle Finger Jig"!!!

Rex: ... This SUCKS!!!

Wes: Indeed, but we get paid for this shit, so shut up.

Rex: Will do.

Wes: Semen goes for the pin, and HEGOTHIM! John Semen has advanced to the triple threat title match main event!

Rex: Yup.

: : end of end game : :

Following that, John Semen shook both Goo and Vi's hands, as well as Austin Stevens when he came down to the ring. With Stevens in the center of the squared circle, "Born in the U.S.A." hit, with the red, white, and blue lights shining... when suddenly, static filled the screen, and Springsteen's hit was cut, being replaced with "Back in Black". The lights went black and white, and Redd W. marched down... flying a flag with the mWo logo on it, instead of the American flag he'd always been known for. The crowd rained trash down upon him as he stormed into the ring... He went for the Old Glory clothesline, but Stevens ducked under... Redd spun around, Austin popped off the Drop, and went for the pin, getting the one, the two, and the three... and nabbing his spot in the triple threat along with Semens and a member of the mWo.

Right after the Xtrmkor title "match", Semen came down, and he shook hands with Stevens once more. The mWo theme hit once again, and Mac came upon the stage, with his girlfriend Krystal Dawn sporting the ref stripes. Mac got on the microphone, and the following is what took place at the end of the show ;

: : show end : :

THE Mac Bry: Ladies and gents... Stevens, Semen... allow me to introduce you to tonight's representative of the mWo...

...

MB: Or should I say... representaTIVES~!!!1a

Wes: That BASTARD! He's bringing in both Reeve AND Axl?!

Rex: YES! Victory is OURS!

[Suddenly, the iMAC screen comes to life, and Reeve and Axl are shown backstage... lying in the remains of a broken table! Into the scene steps... Viruz! He smiles, and waves at the camera.]

Rex: DAMMIT!!! Defeat is OURS!!!!~!

Wes: Serves those assholes right, after everything they did at Nitro's Disney Debut! Let's see how Mac plans to get out of THIS mess!!!

MB: I... I...

[And SUDDENLY again, the lights cut... "Eat It" hits, and the fork and spoon cross appears on the iMAC, and the first cheer of the night rises through the crowd, as they know the UnderBaker's prescence is being felt!]

Rex: Oh this is just GREAT!

Wes: Indeed it is!

Rex: I was being sarcastic!

Wes: I know, but I wasn't!

[The lights return, and Mac is slowly backing up... in fear that 'Baker could be lurking around the corner... He backs up right into the ring apron, but turns around to find Semen and Stevens, standing there with their arms crossed, smiling.]

MB: Uhm... new plan.

Wes: Mac Bry is running the HELL away from the ring! He's not just getting out of dodge, he's hitched a train an hour ago and is on his way back to the Disney Channel as fast as his feet can take him!

Rex: Oh be quiet! Mac knows exactly what he's doing!

Wes: Of course he does! He knows he has to get back to the parking lot, he knows he has to get to his vehicle, and he knows he needs to put as much space between him and Stevens & Semen as humanly possible!

[Mac makes it to the curtain... but is met by Viruz! Vi, still with that grin on his face, is forcing Mac to back pedal.]

Rex: ARGH!

Wes: Mac is on a one way trip to an ass kickin', I can FEEL it!

Rex: And I've got a feeling you're WRONG~!!!

Wes: Wanna bet?

Rex: ... No.

Wes: Heehee.

[Mac steps back into the ring apron, and looks back at Semen and Stevens... and then Viruz... back at Semen and Stevens... and then back at - ]

Wes: OH... MY... GOD!!!

Rex: Yes~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1a

Wes: You have GOT to be kidding me?!

Rex: I told you I had a feeling! And I said it before, I'll say it again - my feelings are ALWAYS right!!!

Wes: Sports fans, Viruz has just turned his coat on all of the WSE loyalists, as he's just slid into the ring, with the leader of the mWo Mac, and the two are now way-laying on Semen and Stevens!

Rex: Now I DO believe in miracles! WOOHOO~!

[Viruz hits the Fatal Error on John Semen... Mac hits his own variation of the stunner on Austin Stevens... and both men are now layed out mid-ring. Mac goes for the cover, as Krystal counts the fastest fall in the history of the sport! Krystal wraps the gold around her boyfriend, and Mac lifts the ref onto his shoulder... first time I've seen that happen...]

[Viruz reaches at his mask, and rips it off, revealing a blonde-haired, blue eyed man, with a cheesy smile.]

Rex: I'd recognize that guy anywhere! It's Maxwell Gates, the Chairman of Parodyox Gamez! He invented the X-Station Wii60!

Wes: The Huh-Station WHAT60?!

Rex: Wii60! It's the most advanced, technologically superior piece of garbage that totally sucks and is next to useless!

Wes: ... Contradictory much?

Rex: And apparently Max is an awesome wrestler! And now, he's in the m... W... OOO~! Say goodbye to "Viruz", and hello to the Gates-meister! I LOVE this guy! With him on the team, Redd W. Bloo on the team, Mac has an unstoppable force! Mac's got the brains, Max has got the speed, Redd's got the power, and Krystal's got the cuteness!

Mac [grabbing a microphone]: Max... welcome aboard, dude! Oh... and Axl? Reeve? You guys can keep your jobs... but as far as your spots in THE most elite stable in this business is concerned? Consider those spots now in the hands of my boys Redd W. and l33t hax0r, Maxwell GATES! Axl and Reeve... it's not personal. It's only business!

Rex: What'd I tell ya, Wes?! There's NO stopping them! NONE whatso-

*GONG*

Rex: ... On second thought...

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Wes: The lights go out... and when they're on once more, Gates is tied up in one corner, Bloo in another, Dawn in another, and Bry in the fourth and final! And the UnderBaker is standing in the center of it all, hoisting THE Belt high above his head!

Rex: He better let go of that belt!

Wes: You plan to make him?

Rex: HELL NO!

Wes: Didn't think so.

Rex: Grr...

['Baker grabs a microphone, holding the belt over his shoulder with the other hand... UnderBaker speaks.]

'Baker: The faces change by the day... and yet this mWo poison is as bitter as its formation a little over two weeks ago. Tonight... you proved just how uncaring and thoughtless you are, Mac, when you pushed your own two followers aside as if they were nothing more than cards in a deck. But know this... The UnderBaker is dead set on his moment with you... alone... one... on one. "THE" Mac Bry against the Chef of Death... and you can try and bring your hussie... you can TRY and bring your so-called "patriot" that would turn the colors of his nation in for the black and white of a venomous snake... or... you can TRY and bring in that traiterous bastard, once known as Viruz... now simply another one to drink the kool-aid.

'Baker: But the truth is, Mac... you can try and bring in any damn man or woman you please... but the result WILL be the same. They won't even make it to the ring... and you? You... will...

Rest...
in...
YYYEEEAAASSSTTT!!!



[They don't return... but a spotlight appears in the middle of the ring... shining upon the championship, laid with the faceplate up. Sprayed across the plate is not the mWo logo... but the following words...]

MARCH 2010
R.I.Y.

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THE END...?
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: : . . . NOTE: The following is culled from the WCWF / WSE show, Some Way Out...
... every life i've lived... every door i've passed through... every thing i've done up to this moment...
has led me to this. this is who i am. i am... THE mac bry. and this... is...
... the end of the world as we know it. ... and i feel fine. . . . : :

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From the depths of darkness... from the pits of despair...
Rises a beast from hell, with evil to spare...
He alone turns the page to the next chapter...
Light moves fast, yet he moves faster...
Where are our heroes... where have they gone...
We thought it was over. We were so, so wrong...
And as the time draws near, he unleashes his power...
The End is here... Soon... all shall be over...

[And when the rhyme is complete, the cloaked figure has come to the end of his path. He stares up at the brick wall, and raises his hand in front of him. Suddenly, the wall crumbles away, revealing what some would no sooner refer to as: Hell. This man walks into the firey reaches of this hellacious catacomb, with eyes blazing. Around him are steep ledges, overlooking a sea of flame. He makes his way to one of the steepest ledges, and stares downwards, toward the blood red heat. Somewhere from within this hellish cavern a wind current blows through, whipping this man's hair forward, covering his mask with his thick brown hair. He lifts his arm into the air... grabs onto his mask... and rips it off -]

*static*

Slobbert Knockovich: The WCWF was founded by the same multi-jillionaire that originally founded WSE... A man infamous for getting what he wants, by any means neccessary. A man known ONLY as... Mac Bry.

Boom Boom Quaker: I thought he was also known as Shane? Or Shane-o-mac Bry? ... ?

Knockovich: REGARDLESS... Mac Bry has been involved with the Sports Entertainment world for a while now, and has been through many different promotions... as both a competitor AND a business man. Tonight, for the VERY first time, Mac Bry will bring both of his greatest creations, the WCWF and WSE, together, to create a once in a lifetime pay-per-view event, that will FOREVER transformify the foundation of Sports Entertainment...

BBQ: FOREVER!

Knockovich: That was MY line!!!

BBQ: Oh yeah?

Knockovich: Yeah!

BBQ: OH YEAH?!

Knockovich: YEAH~!!!1a

BBQ: Oh, that is bah Gawd IT!!! You cheap knock off ah ME... I challenge yoo-ins to a dall garn match... a match to determine the commentator position fer WCWF, seein' as there ain't no more SmackRaw!

Knockovich: Yalls wanna challenge ME?! Well I just got two words fer yuz -

Jack Hoff: BOOM BOOM!

[BBQ and Slobbert turn their attention toward the studio's front door... where Ben Joss stands... right next to Jack Hoff, who seems to be concerned about something...]

Jack: Boom Boom... I'm glad you're ready to fight Slobbert. Because his boss and I have just come to an agreement, and with Mac Bry's word of agreement, the battle of the AGES has been signed... WCWF vs WSE, with the winning company becoming the lone company under the Mac Bry Industries umbrella.

Ben Joss: And Mac Bry, Jack Hoff, and the WCWF owner have agreed to make ME the commentator for this event! Ain't it great?!

BBQ: ... Yeah, hey, uh, Jack? Who exactly IS the owner of WCWF... just in case I have to work for the guy by the end of the night.

Jack: Wellll... you're not gonna like it...

BBQ: Oh, it cain't be THAT darn bad...

Knockovich: Oh, trust me pal... it is.

BBQ: ... Jack...

Jack: It's... it's Vince Russo.

BBQ: ...

BJ: RUSSO! RUSSO! BAH GAWD ALMIGHTY, IT'S RUSSO!!!

BBQ: God help us all...

*static*

[Shane steps through the curtains to the overwhelming support of his fans. Fans that don't exist. ... Shane stands on the top of the stage, as a fountain of golden sparks showers down upon him. He holds his hands mightily into the air, feeling the electrcity wash over him... No, seriously, those sparks are PURE electricity... are ya sure this is safe?]

MB: Shut up, Narrator, you know I wouldn't do anything if it were dangerou- AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

[OH NO!!!]

MB: HAAAAA-haaa, just foolin' with ya.

[Grrr...]

MB: Heheh. Woo, I'm wild!

[Ugh... Shane walks down the ramp, before sliding into the ring, and grabbing the microphone from Howard Fecal. Mac Bry lifts it to his mouth, and here we go.]

MB: Ladies and gentlemen... I've got some good news, and I've got some bad news. First, the bad news... It seems as though HollyRock's grandma's, cousin's, brother's, aunt's, stepchild's, sister-in-law's, lawyer's kitten died after John "Bradshaw" Layfield from WWE ran into the helpless cat's litterbox and landed a vicous CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!!! But anyhoo... onto the good news. Tonight is, as you all should know, the greatest night of my long, drawn out fedding career. Why? Because tonight, I have pitted two of my GREATEST creations... EVER... against one another. It will be the WCWF's group, the sWo, against WSE's group, the Glass Ceiling Gang, and only ONE company will be left standing. Every member of the other company will be FIRED... And the winning company's staff and roster will be able to know that they truly ARE the best of the worst this business has to offer!!! Tonight will set standards FOR standards, and promises to be even greater than the bible!

Crowd: [uncomfortable silence]

MB: Er... the Bible... BELT!!!

Crowd: Yaaay...

MB: Ahem... so, sit in those cheap seats you got from a scalper who charged you five times their actual worth, and enjoy the show!!!

BBQ: What a stirring speech by the FOUNDER of both WCWF AND WSE! Next up is an inter-promotional tag match! Yup... concession stand, here I come...

*static*

[The camera returns, this time to the sWo's lockeroom... Hack and Slash are playing the X-Station Wii60, Reeve is looking in the mirror at his handsome mug... and Triple S is speaking with Vinny-Ru.]

SSS: Vince, I don't want you or Jack out there. I want this thing to be settled between the boys... the sWo, and those GCG goofs. You got that?

Russo: Well... I may not like it, Scissor, but I'll accept it. I guess I'll go tell Jack, and make SURE the cream puff stays in HIS lockeroom. I'll be back....

[Vince leaves the room... but soon after, a noise is heard... As if something is being shoved up against the door.]

SSS: ... Vince?

[TripS walks over to the door, and tries to open it... but it won't budge an inch. Hack, Slash, and Reeve all notice TripS' frustration, and come over to help... but even the combined force of the sWo can't move the door!]

[The camera switches to outside, in the hallway, where it becomes obvious what has occured.]

Jack Hoff: Ok, you just keep sittin' there, and I PROMISE you can have all the weiner shnitzel you can stomach!

Swedish Roadkill: UND STRUDEL?!

Jack: Und stru- ... er, AND studel, of course. Just sit on your fat ass, ya... fat ass. God, you're fatter than I am... and is THAT ever saying something...

[Jack walks off, with the Glass Ceiling Gang soon coming into viewing, following him closely.]

[Triple S and the rest of the sWo continue to bang at the door, trying desperately to break it down, but the fat Swede is immovable. We head to the ring...]

Howard Fecal: Ladies and gentlemen, the following... is the MAIN EVENT... of the evening!!! *canned pop*

BBQ: I cain't believe it folks! WSE Chairman Jack Hoff has outsmarted the entire sWo, as well as WCWF Chairman Vince Russo, and it looks as if it will now be a five on ONE handicap match!!! And boy howdy, could the stakes NOT be any higher! If Russo can't outlast all five members of the Glass Ceiling Gang, then bah GAWD, the WCWF is DEAD... AGAIN!

["Epic" hits, and the GCG walk down to the ring, with trash being thrown at them the whole way down.]

Fecal: Introducing first... representing WSE... Pro Wrestling's ONLY Olympic Table Tennis Gold Medalist, Wright Angle... King Sucka, Anti-Christ Cage, WSE Chairman Jack Hoff... and the man they called... Stung. Together, they ARE... The Glass... Ceiling... GANGGG!!!

Fecal: And their opponent...

["Iron Man" hits, and Vince Russo comes out... alone... looking around himself, awaiting for SOMEONE to follow, but no sWo... specifically, no Triple S, Russo's number one stooge... Or is it the other way around?]

[Russo stops on the ramp, and grabs a microphone.]

Russo: Wait, wait, WAIT... Something has happened tah my sWo... so, if they won't come out heyah, then I know someone who WILL!!! Ladies and gentlefucks... Shane... O... Mac... BRYYY!!!

["Here Comes the Money" hits, and Mac Bry actually comes out! Could Vince Russo and Mac Bry have forged an ALLIANCE?! MB has chosen WCWF over WSE?! It's impossible... it's improbable... it's... it's...]

[Russo struts down to the ring, gets in, and smiles, believing Mac Bry is right behind him. Well... he is. WAYYY behind him. Russo turns around, and finds the Mac smiling himself, only he's smiling because HE'S standing in the middle of the ramp, nowhere near the ring... and Vinny-Ru is standing right smack dab in the middle of it!!! Vince gulps exagerratedly, and turns around... right into a five on one beatdown at the hands of the Glass Ceiling Gang.]

Wright Way Slam from Angle...
Satan's Supper from Anti-Christ Cage...
Royal Pain from King Sucka...
Scorpioned Deathlocked from Stung...

[And finally, with Russo all but dead, Jack grabs the former WCW booker, current TNA booker, by the throat, and tosses him into the corner... Vince drops into a sitting position, and Jack begins to back up toward him...]

[Jack turns, so his ass is facing Russo... and Jack pulls down his pants.]

BBQ: STINKFACE! STINKFACE! BAH GAWD ON A BISCUIT, IT'S THE BAH GAWD STINKFACE!!! ... BAH GAWD!

[Jack Hoff goes for the pin on Vince Russo, and Mac Bry slides in, revealing a referee's shirt as he gets into the ring... Mac goes to count the fall...]

1...

2...

...

THREE!!!

Howard Fecal: Ladies and gentlemen, YOUR winner, MY winner, EVERYBODY's winner, Jack Hoff, the Glass Ceiling Gang ; W... S... E!!!!!~!

[Jack Hoff and Mac Bry share a hand shake, before sharing a cold can of soda... well, Mac Bry has the soda, I have to believe Jack's beverage is a bit more... alcoholic? Yeah, that's the word...]

BBQ: Oh glorious day! Folks, the sWo is DEAD, the WCWF is GONE, and WSE reigns soo-preeme!!! And most importantly, I'm the commentator once again!

Jack: Actually, Boom Boom, you won a match to determine the WCWF commentator. As you just said... the WCWF is gone. So... guess what that means?

BBQ: You don't... YOU CAN'T!!!

Jack: YOU'RE GONE!!!

BBQ: Damn you Jack Hoff! Damn you... straight... to... HELLLL!!!

Jack: Oh, I love you to, Boomer. *turns to the camera, microphone in hand* Ladies and men who look like ladies... I know I've got some explaining to do. Why did I say SmackRaw was cancelled? It's real simple. I KNEW WSE would defeat WCWF tonight... mainly because this entire show was booked just so WSE COULD defeat WCWF... but REGARDLESS!!! With WCWF defeated, that leaves Nitro open as a brand!

MB: ... Huh? I'm the guy writing this, and even I don't understand what that's supposed to mean!

Jack: It means, WSE has the Nitro brand now! Because we defeated WCWF!

MB: ... But isn't "Nitro" property of WWE?

Jack: We Win Everything?

MB: NOOO, the OTHER WWE. They bought out Nitro, along with everything else that goes along with WCW...

Jack: But Shane-o... YOU'RE the one who created Nitro! Remember? WCWF Nitro!

MB: Oh, Jack, that was back when I was young and stupid. Now... I'm older and stupid! And I know that in reality, Nitro could never be the product of any company besides Vince McMahon's!

Jack: Well, Shane-o... that's the deal right there. This ISN'T reality!!! THIS... is the Middle of Nowhere! THIS... is E-FEDDING!!! And dammit, I believe e-fedding is a world where ANYTHING can happen! And in the Middle of Nowhere?

Anything WILL happen!

Jack: I swear, from now on, things WILL be different! Things will be crazy... they'll be nuts... they'll be CRAZY GO NUTS!!! And the most wild, out there, zany things that could NEVER happen in WWE, or TNA, or WCW, or RoH, or WHEREVER... they WILL happen here... here, in World Sports Entertainment!!! THAT... is a promise.

MB: Well, Jack, I hope this works out for you... mainly because I'm the one writing it, and if it DOESN'T work out, then you'll probably not exist anymore. ... So that'll suck for you. ... I think.

Jack: You're damn RIGHT this will work! Because the next show... the first episode of WSE's NEW franchise program... will witness the first EVER Nowhere Street Fight! The first episode... of WSE Nitro. It's been a long time comin', and it's finally happenin'! Nitro... has been REBORN!!!

MB: Welp... that's great. ... Can I go to bed now? It's almost 3 in the morning...

Jack: Sure, Mac, you can go... TO HELL!!!

[Suddenly, Stung catches Mac Bry, and drops him with the reverse ddt known as The Scorpioned Deathdropped... which crashes MB's skull into the canvas. Stung, Wright, Sucka, and Cage all stand behind Jack Hoff, as he looks into the camera, with a sick, twisted smirk...]

Jack: EVERYTHING... and anything... will happen in WSE. Just you stupid marks wait... things are about to change... and business?

Business has JUST begun to pick up...

[Jack drops the microphone, before all five men raise their hands into the air, in a five man line of solidarity... proving that WSE truly does reign supreme...]

[... even over its creator.]

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