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SWC Atrocity Episode 1: Xtrmkor Tournament 4th of July Bash
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- VTV logo ... SWC logo ... Atrocity logo. Cue cameras. -

[We open to a sky's-view of beautiful Sunshine Park in not-so-beautiful Rottentooth, Missouri. Yes, Rottentooth, a hard town with a hard edge, built on corruption, fear, blood, lust, violence, murder... a perfect place to begin the era of Atrocity, wouldn't you say Scratch?]

Scratch Masters: I certainly would. But I won't. Happy 4th of July folks, this is Scratch Masters, and tonight is the very FIRST night in the soon to be illustrious history of SWC Atrocity! And as our loyal narrator has mentioned, we begin in a rather drab locale. In fact, Sunshine Park could very well be the ONLY bright spot in an otherwise dreary little city. Which is quite fitting, as Atrocity promises to become the only beacon of light in the bleak, meaningless world of sports entertainment. Where Buzzsaw will fail you, we will pick up the slack and deliever 150%. Where Buzzsaw will be nothing more than BS, we will be THE max, TO the max! Atrocity is all about action, so let's get right to it. ... After these commercials.

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Scratch: Alright, we're back, and our cameras are set directly on the playset section of Rottentooth's most frequented public park. We've got swings, monkeybars, a jungle gym, and of course, the slide. And the slide itself is where our first match focuses. Three singles bouts will take place tonight, with the winners facing off in a three-way "Indepen-Dance of Death" match, for the Xtrmkor title. Only one man will walk away with the gold, and the first contender will be decided up next, right after these commercials.

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Scratch: And we're back. A paid fan [for Atrocity, there IS no other kind] is standing at the port-o-potties, with a boombox in hand, as this is where our contestants will be making their grand entrances from. The fan clicks play, and "Because I Got High" starts into effect, with the assembled crowd cheering, because quite frankly, this is about the only thing they're going to recognize for the remainder of the night. Damn druggies... And from the port-o-pottie [albeit with a little bit of struggle] emerges the 4:20 soldier himself -

Crowd: Rob - Van -

Scratch: NO!!! Dammit, now we're going to have to edit that in post. ... Oh, who am I kidding, we don't have the money for that kind of crap. Let me just say this; These fans are just as I told you: stoned out of their gourds, and thusly they have no idea who anyone out here is, not even the face in the mirror. The only reason they're here is because Shane gave them crack money and -

Fan: HEY!!! I can hear you over there!
Fan 2: So can I! We're not druggies, you child molestor!
Fan 3: Yeah, that bastard's a child molestor! Let's kill him!

Scratch: Oh God, not this again... Ok folks, I'm going to split and try and lose these guys. I'll be back as soon as I can... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!! GET AWAY, GET AWAY YOU FILTHY MONGRELS!!!

[As Scratch hussles away from the approaching mob, Dan Van Dam, or DVD for short, busts out of the toilet and strikes a few poses, before taking his post atop the jungle gym... "Volcano Girls" by Veruca Salt is played on the boombox, and the greasy Jak Arbyz emerges... I said emerges... what the hell? Seems as though the portable toilet's door is jammed... Banging is heard, but nothing happens. Suddenly, a scratch is heard on the boombox, and "Volcano Girls" is replaced by "Kryptonite", and out of the blue -

"It's a bird!"
"It's a plane!"
"It's Dumbo!"
"No you dumbass, it's - SUPER STUD!!!"

[The hero of our time soars from the sky on his hang-glider of justice, and hops beside the potty... before ripping the door off its hinges!!! He easily tosses it aside, and throws Jak out of harm's way... before climbing into the toiletry and pulling the door in after him, shutting it just enough for noone to get in. What sort of super hero powers could the Stud be using at this very moment? What villains could be locked away inside the potty of doom? What -

* FRAAAP!!! *

[ ... ]

[Well, I don't think we have to worry about any villains today... unless you want to count the bombs being dropped inside that john! While SS is taking a load off (literally) Jak and DVD are starting to go at it, trading lefts and rights, rights and lefts, rights and rights, lefts and lefts, and all that other jazz in between. Suddenly, a loud rumble emits from the toilet, and the potty shakes... before tipping over backwards. The door flies off, and our camera quickly tries to get a view inside... but when we get close enough to peer in, nothing can be found.]

Scratch: ... *pant, pant* Did I miss anything important? ... Hmm, I wonder what the entrance potty is doing tipped over. Anywho, Jak and DVD are standing toe to toe, and this match is officially underway.

[HAS been underway...]

Scratch: Huh? Anyway, Jak rushes in for a clothesline, DVD ducks under and spins around with an enziguri to the back, knocking Jak forward and colliding face-first with the un-tipped over potty. DVD runs in and leaps at Jak... who rolls away. DVD smashes into the port-o-potty, toppling both it and himself over into a fine mess of feces, urine, and body parts. And instead of stopping there, DVD and the urinal roll down a short hill, hitting a brick wall at the bottom. The wall belongs to the indoor swimming pool, where Xtrmkor will battle Tony Spaghetti in the first ever "Drowning Pool" match tonight. But long before that, Dan Van Dam is broken, bruised, and covered in piss. AND HERE COMES JAK! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! Flying Drive-Thru Window, from the top of the hill, slamming into the 4:20 soldier with thunderous impact!!! THAT HAS GOT TO BE IT FOLKS!!! There's no more that DVD can possibly withstand! He's taken the port-o-potty, he's taken the Drive-Thru, and now, it looks as though Jak is about to climb to the roof of the pool building!

Scratch: That crazy bastard, he couldn't possibly... nooo, he wouldn't... HE DID!!! OH... MY... GOD!!! Jak just leapt from the very top of the indoor swimming pool building roof, and landed a splash! AND HE CONNECTED!!! ... With the gravel that is, but hey, atleast he connected, right? That's GOTTA count for something... But, unfortunately, it looks like we're going to have to send it to some -

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Scratch: We're back, and somehow, someway, Jak has made it back to his feet after falling 30 ft. from the air. I don't know HOW anyone could survive a 50 foot drop, but he did. The lord must have been watching over him as he fell those 75 feet. Anyway, Jak is pulling DVD to the swings by the hair, but Dan is fighting it every inch of the way... Jak tries to throw DVD toward the swing, but DVD reverses and Jak is tossed, falling on the swing on his stomach. He swings forward, and when he returns... KICK TO THE ASS!!! This pushes him forward once more, he comes back, and - KICK TO THE ASS. This goes on for a few minutes till Jak is swinging at a nice height. While Jak is swinging back and forth on his gut, DVD craftily sneaks away, headed for the slide. Dan the Man makes it to the jungle gym, but instead of going on, he takes one look at the jungle gym, and gets a not-so-bright idea.

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Scratch: Well, DVD has dragged Jak across the grass to this jungle gym, and is atop the gym as we speak, pointing both thumbs at himself in an "Ain't I Cool?" manner, acting like... er... well, like he's cool. Which is actually quite possible since he takes heaps of drugs and everyone knows only cool people do drugs. Don't believe me? Check THIS out:

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Scratch: See? What did I tell ya? That's undisputable evidence. DVD is the coolest guy in SWC. He's also the highest. Draw your own conclusions. And now that he's done pointing to himself, he takes the suicide dive off the jungle gym, and lands right across the abdomen of his opponent, the "Enigmatic Charisma". Folks, if you think there's EVER been a more pop-tastic, "Can you beat this?" night of pure wrestling action, then you're a lying sack of shit.

Scratch: DVD heads back up top, but Jak quickly makes it to his feet and shoves the Dan Man off, collapsing his jaw with the metal jungle gym bars. OH MY GOD, I THINK HE MAY HAVE DAMN WELL SHATTERED HIS JAW!!! Folks, this match is only the FIRST of many for Atrocity, and it's already THE most exciting clash since Steamboat / Flair! Hell, I'd wager to bet that if both Steamboat AND Flair were still in their primes, and were having a match at Rottentooth Square Gardens while this match was taking place, not only would NOONE catch Steamboat v. Flair 1,230,492,043,829, but that Atrocity would draw in more revenue than every single one of those two geezer's matches COMBINED!!! Atrocity is going places folks! YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST!!!

Scratch: Jak wastes no time running toward the slide, but with no more than a few measly feet to go, the Enigmatic Charisma is grabbed around the ankle by DVD. Dan uses Jak's attire to make it to his feet, and hops onto the Charisma's grease-stained back. Jak rushes toward the slide WITH Dan still clinging on, before spinning around in mid-step... and Dan clashes with the side of the slide, nearly severing his spinal cord!!! Both men drop to the ground like two sacks of bricks being tossed out of a window, and are left panting and gasping for air. But wait folks, if you listen very closely you can almost hear... footsteps. As if someone... or something... is walking toward the slide in the grass. But nevermind that, we've got a match to behold.

Scratch: Jak is the first man to make it to his feet, grabbing ahold of the slide for leverage. He peers down at DVD for a split-second to assure himself, before heading up the slide's ladder. The first man to, as the match's name states, "Ride the Slide", will be entered in as the first contender for the Xtrmkor title. The combatant must touch both feet on the ground in order to win. DVD slowly but surely makes it to HIS feet, but not in time to keep Jak from climbing to the peak of this piece of playground equipment... but as soon as Jak takes his ride, DVD leaps at the slide's bottom, and hits a jumping heel kick, preventing Jak from making it down all the way. DVD follows up by climbing onto the slide, and he begins to battle Jak back UP the slide! OH MY GOD, THE DRAMA IS SO THICK YOU CAN CUT IT WITH A CHAINSAW!

Chainsaw Jim Duncan: Did somebody call for me?

Scratch: Uhm... no? Who are you?

CJD: Chainsaw Jim Duncan's the name, HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! And janitorial duties are the game, HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! You need to clean up something, I'm the man to call! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-

Scratch: Uh, yeah, alright, I'll let you know if something comes up. Now hit the bricks kid, I've got a match to call. Sheesh, hard to get good help these days... Anyway, while I was interrupted, Jak and DVD were battling it out, up the slide backwards, trading fists and kicks. Jak almost loses his footing near the top, but thanks to a well placed kick from DVD, Jak is left sitting at the peak. DVD mounts and drives the knuckles into Jak's already bloodied forehead, smearing the 4:20 soldier's hand with the crimson fluid. DVD switches it up by nailing a few backhand chops to the exposed chest, leaving him with a deep welt. Now with both Jak's chest and his face red and torn, DVD turns around and readies to take the ride... but out of absoluely NOWHERE Jak hits the german suplex... OFF THE GOD-DAM SLIDE ON VAN DAM!!! DVD is tossed overboard, and hits the ground with a sickening crunch, whereas Jak has managed to stay on top of the slide. What a twisted turn of events, folks! After a long and drawn out affair, Jak FINALLY takes the ride, and - wait a minute, THERE'S A HOLE AT THE FOOT OF THAT SLIDE!!! OH - MY - GOD!!! The footsteps were none other than those of Da Dead Guy, Atrocity's answer to the Under- ... well, you know. DDG has dug a grave, and Jak has fallen in! He picks up a twig and starts talking toward it. Oh wait, that must be a "microphone". Forgot about our budget, and the fact that we're having this show in a damn park... Anyway, let's see what the American Sadass has to say.

DDG: You... two... jackasses. Two... on... ooone. Next... Atrocity. TABLES MATCH. Reeest... iiin... piiieces of wood.

[DDG drops the twig. Er... "mic". And as soon as he does, DVD quickly takes the ride, being sure to hop over the hole, and before DDG can lay a finger on him, our first Xtrmkor Kontender gets the hell out of dodge. DDG only looks at the running contender, and smiles a deadly smile... as we go to commercial.]

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Scratch: During the break, our GM, Shane-o-mac Bry, came out to the park, and here is what he had to say.

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SMB: Ladies and gentlemen, first of all, it is my privilege to introduce you ALL to the new face of professional wrestling, and the brand that will soon replace Buzzsaw as the franchise of SWC. Atrocity is the only brand of sports entertainment where you can get all the excitement of the Xtrmkor division, mixed with technical brilliance, and brute force! And seeing as how I'm the humble GM that I am, and since Da Dead Guy requested it, next time on Atrocity I will be presenting a two-on-one handicap tables match between DDG and the team of Jak Arbyz and Dan Van Dam. The stipulations are as such; If Jak and Danny win, then they will face eachother at the proceeding show with the IntArquettenental title on the line. ... BUT, if DDG is able to plow both men through a table, then he will not have only proven his mettle, but will earn the #20 slot in the Tag Team Tornado match at our first Super Atrocity VTV event; King for a Day. Which means, he will not have to come out till there are but three other men left in the match, and that if he can make it through them, he will be crowned our first "Da Belt" champion of the world!

SMB: Of course, as you all know, tonight isn't all about wrestling, oh no, it's about the fun we're having celebrating the freedom of an American, and the birth of our great nation! So to celebrate, I've brought in a local musician to do his impersonation of one of the greatest rock legends of our time... Elvis Presley! Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in a standing ovation for "The King", singing his Suede-studded rendition of the Star-Spangled Banner!

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Scratch: That speech led into what could only be described as THE worst rendition of our national anthem since Roseanne screeched it out in a ballpark just like this one. Thankfully, only a matter of minutes ago, one man, one secret AGENT man, came in and saved us all. Let's take a look.

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[We see The King, one of the scheduled participants in the Rock Concert Brawl, turning around to shake his groove thang, when he's speared out of his blue suede shoes with a Golden Bullet from the OTHER participant, Double-0 Zero. The two men plummet off the stage and fall directly onto homeplate, with King taking the brunt of the blow. And without even moving another muscle, 000 lays on King, picking up the victory, and advancing to the 3-way.]

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Scratch: With one move, 000 has cemented himself into our main event, and has shown a VERY impressive display, right here in Sunshine Park. And now, let's take you to the swim- ... ing... hold on, is that 000 and King fighting their way toward my announce position?! IT IS! IT IS 000 AND KING FIGHTING THEIR WAY TOWARD MY ANNOUNCE POSITION!!! OH - MY - GOD!!! 000 seems to be having the upper hand, jabbing King over and over and over again in the ribs with straight right and left hooks. 000 lou-thesz presses King to the ground, driving the fists in like a freight-train, before officials [WHAT officials?] try and break the two apart. When they almost have them apart, King leaps in with a claw to the face, almost ripping 000's eye right from the socket. General Genocide, the head EMT, comes in and picks King up in a waistlock to seperate him from the now bleeding 000. The General is met by Shane who stares at King angrily, before speaking into the twig. Microphone. Excuse me...

SMB: YOU! YOU LISTEN AND YOU LISTEN WELL!!! Noone, and I repeat, NOONE interupts my show, do you hear me?! We were JUST about to get to the "Drowning Pool" match, the match I've been waiting all night for, and you have to barge in and take your frustrations with losing out in the middle of MY show!!! So you know what's going to occur on next week's show? It's going to be YOU... vs my personal bodyguard, Wes Rivers!!! I have SPOKEN!!!

Scratch: Oh... my... GOD! Now there's a blockbuster for ya, it's going to be Wes Rivers versus The King, on Atrocity episode 2! And folks, we'll present the first EVER "Drowning Pool" match, right after these-

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Scratch: I have just received word from GM Mac Bry regarding our sponsors. We have none. The "Badvertisements" we've been running are totally made up by him, and have been shown just to fill up time. So, he has decided to scrap them entirely and just replace them with dead air. ... OH MY GOD!!!

[We switch cameras over to one inside the indoor pool, where Jack Hoff is standing by for the introductions. Tony is positioned at the top of the water slide, while Xtrmkor... is floating on an orange alligator board in the water. Here's Hoff.]

JH: LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLadies and gents, welcome to the first EVER Drowning Pool Match, scheduled for one fall [literally] and taking place right here in lovely... uh... *checks cue card* Rottentooth, Misery!

Pool Visitor: THAT'S MISSOURI YA MORON!!!

JH: First, introducing to my left in the orange and black -

Xtrmkor: Dude, I'm wearing black pants, and NO shirt. The friggin' BOARD is orange! Numbskull...

JH: He is the master of disaster, the king of bada-bing, the one time, one time, one time Push-pin champion -

Tony: Who the hell is he talking about?

Xtrmkor: No friggin' clue.

JH: Tonyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Xtrmkorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!

Xtrmkor: ...

Tony: ...

JH: Ding ding!

Scratch: ... Ohhh... kayyy... well, I think that it's safe to say we'll just bring out Jack for special announcing duties... like on April Fools day...

Scratch: Anyway, as Jack stumbles away in search of a clue, Tony takes his jaunt down the slide, and splashes in the water, nearly tipping Xtrm over. Xtrm floats on toward the big man, with a nary an idea of what's in store for him... Tony dives underneath the water, before rising up underneath the board... with his HEAD!!! So not only is Tony's head throbbing now, but he's just sent Xtrm toppling off his floaty 'gator and into the depths below. After rubbing his sore bald head, Tony reaches into the water and brings up a handful of black shorts. He sinks in and starts pounding away... but when he returns, he looks mortified. ... OH - MY - GOD! That was NOT Xtrmkor! That was former sWo superstar, The Big Small! Yes, the Big Small, the largest midget athlete today, with the temper to boot! BS stares a hole into Tony... before headbutting him in the sack! Tony's eyes nearly pop out of his fat skull, as he wails and screams, clutching his testies with both palms. Big Small dives back into the water, before Tony, infuriated, reaches in... and BAM! Stickball bat to the back of the head from behind! IT'S XTRMKOR! IT'S XTRMKOR! IT'S XTRMKOR! The Xtrm 1 is back, and he's got Tony's own stickball bat with him!

Scratch: Xtrmkor lifts the bat over his head for another blow... but Tony knocks it away just in the nick of time! He grabs a meaty hook around Xtrm's head, rushes forward in the water, and slams Xtrm's head into the side of the pool, busting his forehead wide open! Now THIS is what I like to see, an out and out pounding! The games are over, the sleeves are up, and the chips are in! Tony short-arm clotheslines Xtrm, sending him bobbing down into the water, before Tony climbs onto the side of the pool. He looks back at Xtrm, smiling at his work. Tony actually begins to climb up the ladder to the diving board, where one man will advance to the main event, and the other... will take the plunge. But before Tony can really leave the ground, he feels a wet hand against his thigh... Xtrmkor is STILL hanging on. Tony simply chuckles at this, and heaves the Xtrm 1 over his shoulder, proceeding to carry him up the diving board. MY GOD, could Tony actually heave Xtrm over without the Xtrm 1 even being concious?! This is certainly not the epic struggle I'd imagined...

Scratch: Tony has lifted Xtrm halfway up the ladder, when Xtrm suddenly realizes what's happening... and hops over Tony's shoulders, latching onto his hips on the way down, and - OH... MY...GOD!!! Xtrmkor just hit the Xtrm Bmb on the 300 pound C.I.A.!!! [for those not in the know, C.I.A. stands for Craziest Italian in America. I know, cheesy, but c'mon, this is ATROCITY] And Boy George, I think he just had it! That Bmb just sent both men SLAMMING into the cement floor below!!! That could very well be it for both these men, and we could just have a one on one competition for our main event! Xtrm is shaking on the ground like a fish out of water, and Tony is stone cold out.

Scratch: But wait, Tony just moved a finger! He's twitching! The Itallian Stallion is starting to get to his feet, and... and he's up! Spaghetti is up! Tony may just bring home the victory! He scoops Xtrm up in his arms, drapes him over his shoulder, and begins his ascension up the diving board...

Scratch: Xtrm Bmb.

Scratch: We'll be back after this block of dead air.

- DEAD AIR -

Scratch: And we're back. Tony and Xtrm have done that EXACT same spot about fifty-two times now, and after a while... it sorta gets old. Just the tiniest bit. And I'm almost certain I saw a tooth fall out of Xtrm's head and into the pool. That'll make a nice souvenir for some lucky diver... But finally, Tony and Xtrm have climbed to the board, and are duking it out with blows to the head and chest, until both men are tuckered out. While Xtrm is recouping, Tony reaches into his leather jacket, and pulls out a pair of brass knucks. As soon as Xtrm begins to come over to the C.I.A., Tony loads up and - WAMMO!!! Xtrm lands the XTREME POKE TO THE EYES!!! Tony grabs his poor eyes, and stumbles backward, tripping on the rather slippery board, and CRASH! landing into the pool below!

Jack Hoff: Here's your winner - FARFIGNUGGIN!!!

Scratch: Xtrm isn't totally sure Jack was referring to him, but he decides it's better to take what he can get than to complain. And instead of complaining, Xtrm decides on another rather stupid move... he jumps off the diving board, landing a perfect splash on Tony. Time for another block of...

- DEAD AIR -

Main Event : DVD v. 000 v. Xtrm - Bloodbath Baseball
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Xtrmkor is counted out, and DVD and 000 tie by both getting three strikes. They break into a brawl with the bats, until Shane breaks them apart and decides
that the first to run from home, across all the bases and back will pick up the title. They both run neck and neck, till they reach home... and DDG winds up chokeslamming DVD, dragging his finger across his throat, rolling his eyeballs into the back of his head, and hanging his toungue out to signify that he's prepared for the table match. "Rest... in... Pieces of Wood." Double-O leaps through the air for the plate... but is hit in mid-leap by the King with a guitar, and the secret agent falls just a hair short of the plate. The King, though, drags 000 over the plate, giving him the belt... before pinning him for himself. Immediately, DDG powerbombs King on the plate, pins him, picks up the belt, and runs away... which is more like walking quickly. He makes it to outside the pool, where Xtrm is running away from the oncoming Spaghetti. Xtrm ducks a running clothesline... and Tony knocks DDG clean out of his boots. Tony lou thesz presses Xtrm and starts choking the life out of him... coincidentally right on top of the fallen Dead Guy, and in three short seconds, Xtrm has become the fourth Xtrmkor champion in a matter of minutes. Tony sees the ref give the scrawny champion his self-titled title, and is enraged. He attacks the ref, and starts pounding away with stomp after stomp, all the while Xtrm escaping...

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[Shane is in the parking lot of the Sunshine Park, loading his stuff into the back of his black pick-up, when Xtrm comes crawling along the gravel.]

Xtrmkor: Sh... sha... shane! Mr. bossman! Oh great GM of all that is Atrocity! C... ca... can you give me a lift? I need to make it to the next stop on our tour wihout anyone bashing my head in for this belt, and I thi... thin... think you're the only man I can trust. PLEASE?!?!?!?!?

Shane: Hmmm... hop in.

* 5 minutes later *

[Shane pulls off at a gas station, he tends to the pump and gives Xtrm the money to take to the cashier. When the champ comes out, the car is gone... and in five seconds flat Xtrmkor is layed out thanks to a wrench to the back of the head. The camera pans up the legs and torso of three men; the Nature Guide Nic Nair, the Headache Kid Ron Mitchells, and the final sWo champion before the company folded, the Mang-ah himself, Triple S. SSS shouts to someone off camera to come over... who just so happens to be Shane-o in a ref's shirt. Nic goes for the cover, and picks up the fall, and Xtrmkor's Xtrmkor title.]

[Shane stands up, patting Nic on the back, before speaking to the fallen ex-champ...]

Shane: Xtrm, first lesson of this business: Don't Trust Anyone. You trusted me, and now I've shown you the error of your ways. Nic Nair deserves this title. You my friend? You deserve the beating of a lifetime. Give it to him boys.

[As Shane grins and steps into his truck, Trips, Nic, and Ron all way-lay the defenseless former champion. Shane peers out through the window, and smiles... before driving off into a cloud of dust rising from the beaten country road. Trips holds a hand out to both his compadres, and smirks.]

SSS: Guys... time to finish this off.

[Trips rips Xtrmkor off the dirt path by the hair, before throwing the Xtrm 1's head between his thighs. SSS leaps into the air and drives Xtrmkor's face into the road with the Peticure. Triple S stands at Xtrmkor's head, looking down.]

SSS: The first to fall... in a line of many. Let tonight be known as the beginning... of D-Evolution X.

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