BOB -- In Japan it's the Year of the Hierarchy (pt.3)

[THE Mac Bry v2]

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Finding Axl.
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[Scene: Outside Goth Topik... Sinister City, Utah.]

[Axl and Rose are standing outside the display window of Goth Topik, both wearing black from head to toe.]

Axl: I just don't know Rose...

Rose: Are you sure you're not mistaken about what the guy meant? Are you SURE you have to get a new wardrobe? I mean... wouldn't just changing a few catchphrases around suffice?

Axl: Rose, Garth said I have to be true to mySELF, if I want to be truly evil. And... well... I really don't think this whole goth thing is true to who I am on the inside... ya know?

Rose: ... No, not really.

Axl: I just KNOW that deep down within is someone hiding... and today, I'm going to FIND that someone. No matter how long it takes ... half a day, a whole day... hell, it could take until UnFourGiven... I am GOING to find out who I REALLY am! And Rose... you're going to help me.

Rose: Oh brother...

Axl: There's another shop at this strip mall that's got some material that's GOT to help me. And Rose, you're going to help me pick it out!

Rose: Why couldn't Viruz have come... I could be at home watching porn, but nooo, I have to be out shopping for clothes! Axl just doesn't know how to treat a lady...

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later
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[We find Axl and Rose in a hunting supplies shop entitled "Big Game Hunter". There's a cardboard cut-out of a hunter aiming a rifle... pointed in the direction of a cardboard cutout of a turtle. And not one of those giant sea turtles, either, more like a baby box turtle... and upon further exploration, it appears as though this store supposedly targeting 'big game hunters' has a wide variety of traps, guns, and other assorted equipment aimed at the capture and killing of... well, lesser creatures. You've heard of elephant guns? This store has 'grasshopper' guns. A few mouse traps are stockpiled on one shelf... And the coup de grace ; camo made specifically for the great hunt of worms. Dirt brown camoflauge is the best way to nab that elusive fishing bait, I always say. Well... 'never say' really, but who's reading this anyway?]

[Rose comes out of a dressing room, and turns around, scratching the back of her head...]

Rose: Axl, I dunno about this... I think you may want to stick to attire from... perhaps THIS century?

Axl: Whaddya mean? Or should I say - Cheerio, and bag the rubbish, my good man!

[Axl walks out of the dressing room, wearing a long-brimmed safari hat and a complete safari outfit... and to top off the outfit, he wears a fake white moustache, and a monacle. Along with the black and white face paint. Needless to say, Rose is shaking her head.]

Rose: Axl...

Axl: The name is no longer Axl, me dear, tis ARTHUR... SAFARI SUPERMAN! [Axl whips around, showing a khaki cape, with the picture of a monkey with an arrow through its head] My dear, I am the shooter of wild beasts, I Am the killer of treachorous boars! I AM... the HUNTER!

Rose: Hearst Helmsley?

Axl: Huh? Beg your pardon?

Rose: Axl, you KNOW that's not the so-called "inner you". And as far as I'm concerned, there IS no inner you! There's just the you that wins the belt, takes home the money, and buys me more Doritos and Budweiser! And if you want the belt so damn bad, you're going to have to find a you that doesn't really give two shits about himself, and is willing to kill himself even MORE just so he can satisfy ME! Now, get the hell out of that ridiculous get-up and drop the accent. The Man Show's on.

Axl: *grumbling to himself* There IS an inner me... I'll show you... YOU'LL see...

[As Axl heads back out from the dressing room once he's changed back into his usual goth poser attire, he tosses the safari costume aside... Rose already outside and revving up the VW Beetle's engine. Axl heads toward the exit of the store... He emerges into the bright sunlight, looking toward his and Rose's vehicle, with a glum look on his face... before turning his head toward a third shop...]

[... A skater shop. Filled with torn jeans... flannel shirts... and collectible shirts, displaying the logos of bands such as Pearl Jam, and of course, Nirvana. In the front store display window stands a cardboard cut out, with the likeness of musical, and teen angst, icon, Kurt Cobain.]

[Axl stands, with a palm against the side of the Beetle... he stares at the picture of the man who took his own life before his prime.]

Rose: GET. IN.

Axl: *whispering* Now I know why the guy offed himself...

[Axl and Rose drive off... dust filling the air... as "Come As You Are" plays in the background...]

|never sell out... never surrender|
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The Show
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[We open backstage, where a few crates and tables are lying around. Pigeon is sitting on one of the crates, wearing a pure black kilt, a beaded necklace around his neck, with his hair long and scraggly, and two black streaks painted down below his eyes. He's talking with Steve Roydz, who is wearing a black vest, jean shorts, and a bald cap.]

Pigeon: Steven... do you ever feel -

Roydz: WHAT?!

Pigeon: - a darkness, so darkly dark within the pit of your stomach -

Roydz: WHAT?!

Pigeon: - festering within the bowels of your gut -

Roydz: WHAT?!

Pigeon: - lying inside the inner sanctum of your disgestive system -

Roydz: WHAT?!

Pigeon: A darkness that eats away at you -

Roydz: WHAT?!

Pigeon: - nibbles at your flesh -

Roydz: WHAT?!

Pigeon: - takes a few bites of your delicous outer being -

Roydz: WHAT?!

Pigeon: - and melds you into an entirely new person -

Roydz: WHAT?!

Pigeon: - a completely seperate human -

Roydz: WHAT?!

Pigeon: - someone else.

Roydz: WHAT?!

Pigeon: Quoth the Pigeon...

Roydz: ... Cuz Steve Roydz SAID SO!!!

[The door swings open... and someone steps before the eyes of Pigeon and Roydz... someone we can't see due to the camera's position.]

Steve Roydz: ... Wow.

Pigeon: Our leader has arrived... for the first time. Let the evil begin.

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ad
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[We return to the (insert arena name). "I Am Evil" by Darc-Soulz begins to play... When suddenly, it cuts out, and the lights do as well. The Tiny-Tron fills with static, before the lower body of a man is shown, sitting on a wooden chair... a man wearing torn jeans, a flannel shirt wrapped around his waist, and dusty work boots on his feet. The man reaches down to the ground and picks up an unlit cigarette and a lighter. As he lifts both up, the camera switches to a side view of the man's face... covered in shadow. He lights the cigarette... takes a puff... and flicks the cig to the ground... as the wooden floor of the log cabin he sits within goes up in flame. Fire surrounds him... and we rest upon a view of his eyes... the vision of fire burning in his glistening pupils. As the fire rises, and a smirk dripping with evil begins to spread across his face... he whispers.]

Man: Kill Me With a Beat.

["Do You Call My Name", by Ra, plays, and the lights quickly return, blazing with a brilliant hue of orange. Two Dollar-Store Troopers part the curtain... Pigeon and Steve Roydz emerge first, and as they stand on either side of the entrance, a golden shower of sparks begins to rain down over the stage.]

Nurse Heidi: Please welcome, former Swiss Army Champion, former ONLY WORLD CHAMPION THAT MATTERS, former Parodyox spokesperson, former hair metalist, and now, former goth poser. Born in Nowhere, Oklahoma, he now resides in Sinister City, Utah... He is the master of the Evil-Lution, the innovator of the Sinister Slice... He is the leader of the Hierarchy, and he IS better than you... Sin City, give it up... for AXXXLLLLLL!!! ... I better get a healthy bonus for spewing this drivel...

["Do You Call My Name" continues, and as the words "My Heart Is Bloody And I Can't Take It Anymore" are spoken, Axl appears in the midst of the shower of golden sparks. But, he no longer wears any semblence of paint or make-up. As seen in the video, he wears a pair of torn jeans, dusty work boots, and a long-sleeved flannel shirt wrapped around his waist. As well, he wears a black t-shirt with the words "I AM" printed across the front in crimson... and around his neck, he wears a black string carrying a crystal dragon pendant. As his long hair flows in the air, Axl lifts the microphone in his right hand up to his lips... His eyes casting off a steely gaze...]

Axl: Ya know... I've been here for, what, 2 years now? [Axl looks across the fans in the seats... before looking down toward the steel stage] ... And yet, still I get no respect out of you worthless, lazy, pieces of trash. I've bled... I've sweat... I've broken my back and every bone in my body, just to become the best I can be. The best there is, not only here in Brawlers on a Budget, but the best across the span of the globe. I've done everything within my power to change you people's minds... [... Axl looks back up at the fans... now with a look of hate and disgust] ... and yet, in the end, when it all comes down to it, you all still think of me... just about the same thing you thought of me when I first stepped onto the scene. Some of you think of me as gay. Some of you think of me as a loser. Some of you think of me as a poser. But ALL of you think of me... as a joke.

Axl: No more.

Axl: I've busted my ASS, night in, night out, to gain a bit of respect around here, from my peers, from you fans, and from the upper management. But no matter what I do, no matter what I say... no matter what I become... all I'm good for is a laugh at my expense. ... No more. I've had enough of the teasing... the taunting. Wrestling isn't meant to be "funny". And when the most dominant man in the world of wrestling is nothing more than a laughingstock? Then it's time for a change. It's time for the court jester to become the KING. I've been training... and I've been learning. I've been listening to a man with a vast and powerful knowledge of this business... A man with a firm grip on what it means to be truly... evil. A man... known as Garth Vader. He's been leading me down the pathway to becoming not only what I've wanted to be for years... but what I NEED to be in order to once again reign as OWCTM. He is my inspiration. And he has inspired me to cast away the delusions I've held onto... of being gothic, of being a hair metalist. For too long I've tried to be something I'm not... But now... Now?

Axl: No more.

Axl: For from now on, I AM... nothing more, and nothing less, than what I say I am. The pinnacle of sports entertainment. The greatest professional athlete in the history of the game. And first and foremost... Whether you're a fan here in Sin City or a fan watching at home on TV... whether you're some suit like BigBoss or a Brawler who couldn't defeat me on my WORST day? The Truth Is... I'm BETTER than each... and every... one of you. As is every member of the Hierarchy. And with me as their leader, we WILL reign supreme here in the land of the Low Budget. And with Garth Vader guiding me every step of the way? We will be INVINCIBLE. The day of the Hierarchy is soon to arrive... 2008 WILL be... the year... of the Hierarchy.

[Axl lowers to a knee, bowing his head... as Garth Vader walks through the curtains and stands behind his pupil... resting a hand on Axl's shoulder.]

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Finding Axl... pt.2
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"Joke's over."
- Axl

[Scene: Residence of Evil... Living Room. Thursday, May 29th... 2:45am.]

Rose: Axl, what the FUCK was that?

Axl: It was the end of me giving in to all of the assholes and their barrage of names and taunts! It was the beginning of me taking a STAND for myself!

Rose: Axl. You don't take a stand for yourself unless you're in the ring and you have a match to win. You win those matches so you can buy me beer and food and porno mags! And you certainly don't win them just so you can "find" yourself! You fucking bitch!

Axl: But... Rose.

Rose: Don't "but Rose" me, you worthless piece of shit! What did I tell you about having an ego? What did I tell you about trying to be the man in this relationship? Huh? ... WELL?

Axl: But...

Rose: You make me sick.

[We find Axl in the same clothes we saw him in at iMPLOSION 7... only now, a silk apron joins the ensemble, as well as a maid's cap. In his right hand is a mop and in his left, a bucket. Axl has just returned from giving the speech of his life... the speech he hoped would set him free from the shackles of persecution he had been under, thanks to the endless torment the fans, BoBsters, and administration had put him through. He was HOPING it would prove once and for all he wasn't gay. So much for hoping...]

Rose: Now, you're going to mop every last floor in this house. You're going to wash the dishes... the laundry... Anything else you can find to wash? Wash it. And you're going to do every other chore you can think of, while I head up to the Master Bedroom and hit the sack. You're going to stay up after you finish ALLLL the chores, and you're going to make me a three-fuckin'-course breakfast. And after I finish eating? You're going to take it in the ass with my steel spiked strap-on.

Axl: ... Rose. ... You... you can't be serious?

Rose: DID I STUTTER?! DO I SOUND MOTHER FUCKING SERIOUS?

Axl: Hu-... Honey... B-Babe... I...

Rose: Mop. NOW!!!

Axl: Y-... yes ma'am...

Rose: >:-(

Axl: SIR!

[Axl hurridly makes his leave... while Rose lays lazily on the couch... flipping through the channels. She lands on G5, and the taped episode of iMPLOSION. As she stares with disgust at the image of Axl taking a stand for himself... We pan over a bit, behind the couch... to find Axl, lowering the mop to the floor... but not looking at the work ahead of him. His eyes are set squarely on the picture of himself... microphone in hand... far removed from his current position. He listens to what is said...]

Axl: Ya know... I've been here for, what, two years now?

SW: The longest two years of my life...

[Axl looks across the fans in the seats... before looking down toward the floor]

Axl: ... And yet, still I get no respect out of you worthless, lazy, pieces of trash. I've bled... I've sweat... I've broken my back and every bone in my body, just to become the best I can be.

SW: Try breaking a few more! I really respect guys with broken necks who can't wrestle anymore.

Axl: The best there is, not only here in Brawlers on a Budget, but the best across the span of the globe. I've done everything within my power to change you people's minds...

[... Axl looks back up at the fans... now with a look of hate and disgust]

Axl: ... and yet, in the end, when it all comes down to it, you all still think of me... just about the same thing you thought of me when I first stepped onto the scene. Some of you think of me as gay.

SW: I do!

Axl: Some of you think of me as a loser.

SW: Right!

Axl: Some of you think of me as a poser.

SW: Yeah, for fagazines.

Axl: But ALL of you think of me... as a joke.

SW: Best promo ever. End it now!

Axl: No more.

SW: Don't count on it.

Axl: I've busted my ASS--

SW: BWAHAHAHA! Somebody's busted his ass.

Axl: --night in, night out, to gain a bit of respect around here, from my peers, from you fans, and from the upper management. But no matter what I do, no matter what I say... no matter what I become... all I'm good for is a laugh at my expense.

Styles: Like Scotty is right now?

SW: Axl is a walking fish in a barrel.

Axl: No more. I've had enough of the teasing... the taunting. Wrestling isn't meant to be "funny."

Styles: What company does he think he works for?

Axl: And when the most dominant man in the world of wrestling is nothing more than a laughingstock? Then it's time for a change.

SW: Is it too soon to make an Owen joke here?

Styles: I think so, yeah.

SW: Damn! I was going to suggest somebody let Axl borrow Kamikazie Ken's blue outfit and—

Axl: It's time for the court jester to become the KING.

Styles: Axl Presley?

Axl: I've been training... and I've been learning. I've been listening to a man with a vast and powerful knowledge of this business... A man with a firm grip on what it means to be truly... evil. A man... known as Garth Vader. He's been leading me down the pathway to becoming not only what I've wanted to be for years... but what I NEED to be in order to once again reign as OWCTM. He is my inspiration. And he has inspired me to cast away the delusions I've held onto... of being gothic, of being a hair metalist. For too long I've tried to be something I'm not... But now... Now?

Axl: No more.

SW: Woohoo! He's retiring?

Styles: I don't think so, Scotty...

[Axl stares frustatedly at the screen... the continued harrasment from Scotty Whatbody leaving a lump in his throat. And to make matters worse, Scotty's puns actually provoke a few chuckles from Rose... the woman that supposedly 'loves' Axl.]

Axl: *whispering* Fucking Scotty... Fucking Rose...

Rose: WHAT WAS THAT?! Did I hear you mumble something about me!?

Axl: ... Er... I was just saying... I wish I were fucking you... Rose?

Rose: Oh, don't worry. That strap-on's ready and willing to rip into your anal cavity! Tomorrow morning, your ass is MINE! Literally!

Axl: *gulp*

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Finding Axl ... pt.3
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"Face the Truth."

"SMP... he's washed up. Hell, he hasn't even earned the title of BEING washed up! The guy's barely a blip on the radar! And he has just about as much chance of holding the OWTTM as he does of holding Nurse Heidi... which is about the same chance he has of defeating Trey Vincent, or even Kevin! SMP? He's a joke."

"Seth... he's way too preoccupied with fighting his former best friend to even THINK about the Beer in the Belly Match. And let's face it... the guy's... well... he's full of himself. You just gotta hate people like that. Seth Harker? He's a joke."

"Mano... he's not even worth mentioning, but because I must, THE GUY'S THE BIGGEST JOKE OF THEM ALL."

"And no matter WHO pins Seth [because you just know there's no chance in hell Seth's walking away with the win], whether they be big, small, fat, thin, male, female, or have a hundred legs, a soda can for a nose, and a stick lodged through their head, I WILL CRUSH THEM. For I am NO joke."

"I am Axl."

"And I Am better... than... you."

Rose: AXL! Are you washing the dishes in there, or are you running your DAMN mouth?!

Axl: I'm sorry dear! *mumbling* bitch...

Rose: WHAT WAS THAT?!

Axl: Uh... er, uhm, ah- I said I'm RICH... with love and affection for you, sweetiekins.

Rose: Sure... Just you make sure those pots are spotless, or I'm taking a sharp knife and cutting off that toothpick dick of yours, so I can have TWO holes to shove my strap-on in!

Axl: I'M WASHING, I'M WASHING!

[We open to the kitchen of the Residence of Evil. Axl is busy scrubbing the dishes clean, while Rose sets down on the sofa, picking the meat off a chicken bone, her eyes glued to the tv set. On the screen is Viruz, who is holding a press conference in Sinister City... discussing the details of the X-Station Wii60... and more importantly, the Vortex.]

Viruz: Ladies and gentlemen. I have gathered you here today to reveal the greatness of a gaming console, which will soon be available in stores across the nation. A system that shall revolutionize the way we think of not only video games, but entertainment itself, forEVER. For years, the gamers have been bored with what has been presented to them. I'm telling you, it's time for a CHANGE! And so, I give you... the X-Station... Wii...SIXTY!!!

[Viruz rips a sheet from off the covered console, unveiling it for the first time... Wait. Is that... a potted plant? ...]

Viruz: [looks over at the plant] DAMMIT! Wrong sheet. Wait a minute...

[Viruz turns to the other side, and our camera pans to find another covered console. The sheet is removed... and we find a plate full of pancakes. Wow, this must be the most disorganized unveiling in the history of computer entertainment... or anything for that matter.]

Viruz: Huh. Well, ok, I'll just say this. It looks cool. ... REALLY cool. And it IS real... so don't start- NO, don't start leaving! People! Come back- FUCK!

Press Guy: We shoulda known better than to trust someone in a mask to unveil a "cool" gaming system! He's afraid to show his face, cuz he knows we might come to his house and kick his ass!

Viruz: HA! I scoff! I could kick every last one of your asses!

[ A big, burly bastard of a guy steps onto the stage, and gets in Vi's face.]

Viruz: Uh... maybe... not EVERY last one of you? Heheh... *gulp*

[The focus switches back to the living room of the Residence of Evil, as we hear loud crashing noises coming from the set.]

Rose: Ugh... leave it to Axl's nerdy brother to have his face pounded in by the press. I guess you could say Vi's one guy who didn't want to "MEET THE PRESS", bwahahahahahahahahaha! ... Crickets.

: . . . later . . . :

*ring...ring*

Axl: Hello... Oh, Lord Vader, I- ... Choose? Between what? ... My success, and.... you can't be serious? But... I- I understand. It's just... yes, I know. I have to take a stand if I expect to master the power of the dark side. And to do so - I must choose. I... I will... Soon. ... Tonight? ... Fine. I'll... I'll see you tonight. Goodbye...

*click*

|where one door closes... another door opens|

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iMPLOSION9! - Axl = found
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[We find Axl pacing nervously backstage... While Viruz stands not too far off, with his arms folded. Suddenly, the door swings open...]

Axl: Lord Vader!

Garth: Yes my son... it is time. Are you prepared to make your decision?

Axl: I- ... Lord Vader, I... I truly do wish to succeed. But... Rose means so much to me. She means the world to me, Lord Vader. I... can't-

[Vader stands solemnly, shaking his helmet in disbelief.]

Garth: What a pity... What-a-pity... You dissapoint me, young Axlwalker.

[Vader turns around, and heads back through the open door... And soon after, Viruz heads toward the door... looking back at his brother with a look of disgust. With his palm on the handle, he speaks...]

Viruz: How could you, brother? You... you make me sick.

[Vi turns back around and rushes through the door... leaving Axl to stare blankly ahead.]

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[We head back to Axl's lockeroom, where Steve Roydz is sitting beside his leader, on the bench, without a rip-off of another wrestler's attire.]

Steve: Axl, let me tell you... truthfully. Whether you focus on your girl or your career, I have your back man. You've helped me out alot... I owe alot to you, dude.

Axl: [looking at Steve with a feint smile] Thank you. It's good to have a friend.

Steve: No problem.

[Suddenly, a knock comes at the door. Axl tells the person to enter... and she does.]

Axl: Rose...

Rose: Axl, what's this about you having some kind of "decision" to make? Hm? ARE YOU DUMPING ME?!

Axl: Rose. I have had a decision to make. And I've made it.

[Axl stands... and extends the palm of his hand to Rose.]

Axl: Come... I've got something very important to tell you... in the ring. : - )

Rose: Oh Axl... make it quick, I've got a bowling game with my buds at the bar.

[Axl sort of gets a peevish look for a moment... but the smile returns, as the two hold hands, walking through the door. Steve scratches his head... and follows.]

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PA: Kill me with a beat.

["Do You Call My Name" plays, and the crowd instantly begins to boo like mad. The Hierarchy's power couple of Axl and Rose make their way through the curtains, with Steve not too far behind.]

Wes Rivers: Hello sports fans, Wes Rivers here! The Hierarchy Announce Desk has been set up for this special occasion, as Axl has promised to make a VERY special announcement, right here in Sin City!

Rex Winters: He's the boss of the Hierarchy, but sometimes... you kinda wonder who's REALLY wearin' the pants in that relationship, if you know what I mean.

Wes Rivers: Well, our esteemed leader has entered the ring, and is holding the hand of his lover. Let's hear what he has to say...

[ Axl has Rose's hand in one of his, and a microphone in the other, and TRIES to speak... but as he does, the crowd's catcalls simply grow louder.]

Axl: Can you people PLEASE shut the hell up?! [heavy jeering] Jesus Christ, you'd think atleast some of you would have the common decency... or atleast the common SENSE, to zip your fuggin' lip! [EXTREME jeering]

Rose: Axl, will you hurry it up?

Axl: Fine, fine... Rose... I was asked by Garth Vader to make a decision. And I've made it. I stand here now to tell you... You're the only thing that matters in my world. I'd die for you. I'd... I'd tumble for ya.

Rose: Quoting Culture Club? And you say you're not gay.

[Axl shifts nervously... he forces a smile.]

Axl: Rose... my only goal in life is to make you happy...

[Axl kneels down before Rose... reaches into his pocket, and procures a ring. Rose's eyes widen a bit, as she ponders what's occuring.]

Rose: Axl... do you mean...

Axl: Rose... would you marry-

[Suddenly, "The Imperial March" begins to play, and Garth Vader emerges through the curtains, flanked by Dollar-Store Troopers. He lifts a fist, before motioning for the chubby gaurds to halt. Garth stands for a moment... Axl has dropped the diamond ring, grabbed a microphone, and is yelling to Garth that he's already made his decision... When Garth actually begins to remove his helmet.]

Wes Rivers: Wow, folks! It looks as though Garth Vader may finally reveal to the world his true identity!!!

Rex Winters: My money's on Rick Moranis. Either that, or Al Perez.

Wes Rivers: Huh?

Rex Winters: Nevermind.

[Axl and Rose continue to stare at Garth... until, from out of the blue, Viruz runs in from behind and spins Rose around. He's just about to strike her, when Axl grabs Rose out of harm's way. Axl, still holding Rose's hand, eyes Vi...]

Axl: You sorry son-of-a-bitch. Don't you know? You can't lay a finger on a woman! ... Only I can do that!

Wes Rivers: OH MY GOD!!!!~! Axl just dropped Rose with the Sinister Slice! Axl's girlfriend... ex? Either way, she's out cold!

Rex Winters: I can't believe this... After "proposing", Axl just did the unthinkable! Rose is literally coughing up blood from that sharp and sudden move! But... I'm still compelled to cheer for our leader! Go Axl!

[Axl kneels over the fallen body of Rose, as he sneers wickedly, nearly frothing at the mouth. Viruz stands behind him, patting him on the shoulder...]

Axl: I HAVE made my decision. And my decision is that my career... my success, takes precedent over anything else. And the very thing that was holding me back was the very same thing that was making me feel inferior... the thing that made me question if I even truly was a man at all. That thing... was Rose. But now? Now I've found another woman...

["My Michelle" hits on the PA system, as the fans are shocked, and so are the Hierarchy announcers.]

Wes Rivers: You've GOTTA be kidding me! Axl... Michelle? It couldn't be!

Rex Winters: But it is, baby! Michelle is in the Hierarchy, and a New Horizon truly has arrived!

Axl: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Michelle... my girlfriend, for the past MONTH!

Wes Rivers: He's been hiding it from us for that long?!

Rex Winters: And more importantly, he's hidden it from Rose! But now the cat's out of the bag! Of course, there's not that much Rose can do about it now, heheh!

[As Michelle steps into the ring, Axl takes her in his arms, and standing right above the still unconcious Rose, the two share a big, fat, sloppy kiss. As they break the liplock, Axl smiles, and looks toward the fans.]

Axl: How's that for "gay"?!

[Axl motions Viruz to grab Rose off the ground, and after he does, he hooks Axl's former girlfriend by the arms... Axl, with arm over Michelle's shoulder, begins to speak to the barely concious Rose...]

Axl: Remember when you found me on MySpace, and you thought I was going to choose 'Gay' as my orientation? Well, I KNOW why it took so long for you to join me in the bedroom! It wasn't because you were having second thoughts about peeing in my mouth! It was because you were taking a glance at what I HAD chosen for my orientation. Well, you ever wonder why it was on 'not sure'? Huh? Well Rose, it was because after all the shit you put me through, not only over the past couple of months since I dropped Tifa, but even BEFORE Tifa... well, I just couldn't handle it. You made me feel like less of a man, Rose. You made me feel like I couldn't even handle my own day to day tasks without you guiding me like a fucking puppet on a string! Hell, after everything, I'd rather be with TIFA than you! Atleast she treated me with a bit of respect... a shred of dignity.

Axl: But you? you made me feel like slime, Rose. You have been, and you did back when we were first together. Back in the GwarTellica days. You may have been a bit more subdued, sure... You may have let me stand on my own two feet, I'll give you that much. But Rose, the fact remains that day in, day out, you sucked the life out of me through your constant bitching and moaning! You griped about how I played the guitar. You griped about how I sang. You griped about how I ate, how I dressed, how I snored at night! You want the truth, Rose? You want the TRUTH? You can't even HANDLE the truth! Because the truth is, everything I hated about my relationship with you? That's what led me down the path to self-hate... to the point where I went from a fun loving hair metal lover, to a depressed emo. But Rose... thanks to you? I now have a woman that not only accepts me for ME... but LOVES me for it. She loooves ego, Rose. She loves a guy that wears grungy clothes. And most importantly? She doesn't force me to be the WOMAN IN THE RELATIONSHIP!!!

Axl: A month ago, to the DAY, I stared back at a cardboard cutout of Kurt Cobain... I felt the pain he endured. Not by the media... but by that SLUT Courtney Love! She dragged him down, Rose... just as you have I. But it's time... It's time. Not Hammer Time, nor Vader Time, not even Cryme Tyme! It's time that I put you to rest... and began my ascension towards the very pinnacle of this company! I AM the best there is going today, and Michelle gives me the opportunity, as well as the encouragement, to actually BECOME that pinnacle. You... unfortunately never did. As Garth made it so plainly clear to me, to succeed in this business... you SHOULD have skill. You CAN have talent, or ability. But to be TRULY successful? And more importantly... evil? You MUST, without a shadow of a doubt, have POWER. And my Michelle IS that power... that SUPERIOR Power! Together, we shall RULE BoB, with an iron fist, and noone will be able to stop us... not Trey Vincent, not even BigBOSS! And as for you Rose? Well, you're just a piece of garbage anyway. Dispose of her, bro.

[Viruz spins Rose around and hits the Fatal Error, a flipping Rock Bottom. He then rips Rose off the canvas and tosses her to Steve, who flattens her with a nasty powerbomb, before pulling her back to her feet. With Rose barely even able to stand, she's thrown to Axl, who grabs her by the arms... allowing for Michelle to hock back a loogie, before spitting right in poor Rose's face. Michelle then brings her head in close to Rose's...]

Michelle: Sorry bitch... tough luck, I guess?

[Michelle then reels back, and slaps the taste from Rose's mouth. Michelle grabs Rose by the hair, and finally decides to toss her over the top rope, sending her splatting against the outside mat. Axl smiles, as do Steve, Vi, and the NEW Queen of the Hierarchy, Michelle. Axl reaches down to the mat and picks up the ring he had dropped... the one he pretended to put on Rose's finger. He then slips it gingerly on Michelle's lovely finger, before giving her a peck on the cheek. Michelle hugs Axl, and hands him the microphone. Amidst a sea of booing, jeering, catcalls, and thrown trash, Axl begins to speak one last time.]

Axl: As they say, where one door closes, another opens...

["Do You Call My Name" hits, and Axl, Michelle, Steve and Viruz raise their hands in the air, as the audience showers the ring with garbage.]

Wes Rivers: Axl has dropped Rose, and his new girlfriend is none other than the Superior Power - Michelle!

Rex Winters: And our benevolent leader has revealed plans for his very own BoB program! Business has just picked up!