Are you ready?

[donzig]

The fans were on their feet, roaring as that music could only mean one thing. Then Wifebeater came from the back, heading for the ring before Donzig stormed from the back to stalk back and forth across the top of the stage. Pausing to hold the IWF title in the air, and then he followed the TV Champion.

They climbed into the ring, climbing the turnbuckles to display the gold of the IWF! Then Donzig called for a mic, he walked back and foth shrugging to Beater. "I have checked some tape, and it seems we were robbed on Monday! But, you know what? This Saturday Night, that shit isn't going to work again. Because Mikkey and his little bitch, and Max Jewel--"

Wifebeater laughed, grinning as the crowd cheered. "Nice, I see what you did there."

Donzig nodded, laughing. "Yeah, it was pretty good wasn't it. You see what I did there was make everyone think I was speaking about Max Jewel being Mikkey's bitch. But then? I revealed I was speaking about the Ringmaster's boy toy, Croc!"

The fans exploded, eating it up as Wifebeater laughed again. Donzig stalked back and forth, adjusting the belt on his shoulder. Then he waved a hand, continuing. "I had to explain that joke because I know Mikkey is what we in the business call dense. By the way, MJW I want you to know that I didn't mean to smack you with a chair!"

Donzig paused, holding up a hand as the fans seemed to be divided about that. "I was trying to flatten one of the Ringmaster's Sideshow!"

Ventura snarled into his mic as Donzig paced. 'Bullshit!'

"What?" Cross asked, clearly confused.

Ventura replied, sounding annoyed. "Donzig knew where he was aiming, he was gunning for MJW! How often does the Hardcore Incarnate miss with a chair?"

Cross snorted, "I find that hard to believe!"

Ventura laughed, shaking his head "Oh, yeah? Ask Anthony Jordan."

Inside the ring, Donzig leaned against the ropes. He frowned, looking around before he brought the mic up again. "The Ringmaster has aligned every team against us, he's fucking brought back the Connection to stop the Urban Assault! But buddy, there is no stopping what can't be stopped!"

The fans cheered, and Donzig shook his head before he waved a hand. "And by the way, I demanded the match against Anthony Jordan at Revolution, I demanded to face the Role Model inside this very ring! And if I had my way? The IWF World Heavyweight Title would be on the goddamned line!"

The place exploded, and Donzig frowned as he continued. He adjusted the belt on his shoulder, nodding to Beater before he continued. "AJ, I had no beef with you. You are my friend, my oldest friend still in this business. But motherfucker, you know that no one, and I do mean no one speaks to me the way you did last week! You go on and on about how I never beat you? Allow me to retort, you never beat me without Timmy Draven running in and smacking me with a steel goddamned chair!"

The fans erupted, and Donzig raked a hand through his hair. "You neglect to mention that when you were injured last summer? I carried your ass, I kept your title reign alive! You got as much out of it, as I ever did! And you know it, these fans know it, and the boys in the back know it! By the way, get yourself DQed to keep a belt lately?"

The fans cheered, and Donzig shook his head. "I know maybe Timmy can get Morningstar to run into a match he isn't in, in a company he doesn't work for, and pull down the belt from over the ladder! And then, and then?"

Donzig snapped his fingers. "Timmy, can let you keep it!"

The fans again popped, and Donzig spat as he slapped the belt on his shoulder. "You think this, and you think that, and the other thing! I think if you grew a set, maybe the Ringmaster wouldn't be making you the two faced cow of his little sideshow! You know what I think? It doesn't matter, what I think because I am the IWF World Heavyweight Champion!"

The D-Unit was going crazy, and Donzig growled as he leaned over the ropes to glare into the camera. "And you, old friend? Are exiled to opening the card, but on Monday? You have your chance to back up your bullshit, because I am going to fucking destroy you at Revolution for your comments of last week!"

Donzig leaned back, snapping his fingers. "The only thing worse then a NAW-zi? Is a USCW-ger!"

Donzig tossed the mic to Wifebeater, frowning as he leaned back in the corner.

[Wife Beater]

**Wife Beater catches the microphone that Donzig tossed him and he smirks as he paces around the ring. He looks at the crowd who are yelling and screaming. He raises the mic up to finally speak.**

WIFE BEATER:
You see Donzig is right once again. We were screwed over this week and it will not happen again. The Urban Assault will not be fooled twice. They might have had the upper hand once but I can tell you this it doesn't happen two times.

**Donzig while sitting in the corner of the ring nods in agreement as the crowd continues to roar.**

WIFE BEATER:
Mikkey really thought he was going to beat me for the TV title but that just wasn't happening. We were not going to let Max Jewel, Mikkey's little boy toy to interfere in my match and cost me MY TV title so we took it in our hands to make sure he wouldn't come out and interfere.

**Donzig starts to laugh and Wife Beater follows suit as the crowd really eats it up.**

JESSE VENTURA:
That's just disgusting. He cheated to win the match!

CHRIS CROSS:
Actually he did that to make it even because there would have been two guys out here against just one, Wife Beater.

JESSE VENTURA:
Whatever, Cross.

**Wife Beater takes a deep breath while pacing around the ring. He stops in the dead center of the ring.**

WIFE BEATER:
Come Saturday we WILL become the new IWF Tag Team Champions and the Urban Assault will own ALL of the gold in the IWF. Like we have said many many times before. We own this company and we will beat the living hell out of the Croc and Mikkey and Max and anyone else who stands in our goddamn way!!

**Wife Beater drops the mic and Donzig stands up and the two meet up in the middle of the ring and start to chat a moment before the scene fades to black.**

["The EGO" MJW]

>-<the scene fades back up and Urban Assault are still in the ring, the fans pop as BIG EGO hits and the British Hero walks out, he has a mic in his hand and calls for the music to be cut as he stays on the stage, The Heavyweight and TV Champs look at each other and then up to the Ego


"The EGO"
Yeah i know this is becoming a bit of a regular thing, but you guys are always hanging around each other and seeing as your both wearing IWF gold, The Ego has a vested interest...

...Don, me and you are going to be meeting in that ring on opposite sides on more than one occasion in the near future, not only for the IWF Heavyweight Championship at Payback, but we all know that its going to be Urban Assault and MJW and "Mr International" in the finals of the tag tourneyment...

...but no offense my friend, but MJW is not out here to talk to you...

...MJW is out here to talk to the current IWF TV Champion!!!


MJ points with his right hand at Wifebeater, Beater responds with a smirk


"The EGO"
Because incase you had not heard, the Ringmaster has decided to continue his vendetta against you by putting MJW in your TV title defense next monday night at Revolution...

...Fat Chocolate, Wifebeater and MJW...

...so in all honesty its MJW Vs Wifebeater one more time and these fans are going to get a repeat of the classic we had over the CWA British Championship...

...you know the one Beater, it was the one when The Ego beat you and took you gold!


its MJW who is smirking now, the fans give a pretty positive reaction, loving both of these superstars and looking forward to the match


"The EGO"
and its nothing personal man, but MJW is planning on doing the same again...

...next monday night MJW is taking your IWF TV Championship, and that will be for starters...

...at Saturday Night Special, MJW is taking the IWF Tag belts and then at Payback MJW is taking the IWF Heavyweight Championship...

...and then, then all will be right with this world because all eyes, all spotlights, all the attention will be on one man, the greatest sports entertainer of all time...

...the present and future of this damn business...

..."THE EGO" MJW!!!!!!


MJW lifts his arms into the air as the fans give a good pop, he looks down at the Urban Assault to take in their reaction

[Wife Beater]

**Wife Beater starts to chuckle as MJW stands on of the stage peering down at the ring. Wife Beater begins to pace back and forth as Donzig sits in the corner of the ring, he makes a slight grunt before Wife Beater grabs the mic that was laying on the mat.**

WIFE BEATER:
Well I guess you are right, Windsor, The Ringmaster is trying to make my life a living hell but you know what man that is just fine with me. I love me some confrontation.

**The crowd starts to get pretty excited because the three most influential people in the IWF are all out in the arena at the same time which is always a classic moment.**

WIFE BEATER:
Not that I am against Ringmaster's decision or anything but I am slightly disappointed that it has to take place this Monday. Because in all fairness to these people out here....The Wife Beater vs. MJW II match should really be taking place at a Pay-Per-View!

**Wife Beater pauses to get a reaction from the crowd and of course it's a good one. They eat that line right up and MJW smirks and nods his head in agreement. Donzig just snarls and pulls out a cigar. He bites down on the end of it before lighting it up.**

WIFE BEATER:
But be it as it may I think that our match on Monday besides the fact that Fat Chocolate will be in the ring with two of the best wrestlers this company has to offer is the fact that the end result will not be like it was at Battle of Britain X. Oh no no no let me say this Mister Michael Windsor. Our match this Monday WILL in fact be epic but I WILL walk out of this arena as the IWF TV Champion and there isn't much you can really do about it.

**The crowd gives a mixed reaction due to it being almost split between MJW fans and Wife Beater fans. Wife Beater smirks and looks up to MJW who stands in silence at the top of the stage.**

WIFE BEATER:
And speaking of the IWF Tag Team Championship. I am sorry but I need to correct you again. Saturday it will be Donzig and myself picking up those titles as well and we will hold all of the gold here in the IWF. Now I know that is something you really can't get a grip on MJ because if the light is not solely on you your heart will explode in jealousy but it is going to happen and you know what? You'll just have to fucking deal with it.

**Wife Beater lowers the mic and the crowd gives a pretty big cheer. Ego stands slightly pissed off an annoyed.**

[Anthony Jordan]

"But who cares about some worthless midcard title when two gods are opening the show to give a performance you simply will not be able to live up to?"

*"The Role Model" strolls out onto the stage to a mixed reaction. He's wearing a "Mr. International" T-shirt in support of his replacement along with a pair of khakis. He looks at MJW and nods.*

Jordan: "Nothing personal, Mike, but no match you are in could beat a match I am in."

*The crowd boos as Jordan shrugs.*

Ventura: "In terms of pure wrestling, he does have a point."

Cross: "And since he's no long teaming with MJW, he won't care about offending him."

Ventura: "He is teaming with MJW. He is Mr. International!"

Cross: "It hasn't been proven."

*Jordan points to the Wife Beater.*

Jordan: "And nothing against you, Zippy, but you are not anywhere near my level, either."

*The crowd boos again.*

Jordan: "I beat you in the finals of the tournament in CWA, and I will do it again when you become a big enough star for me to crush in my plan of holding IWF hostage until the Ringmaster gives me what I want."

*Jordan starts strolling around the stage before he suddenly turns and throws a karate chop at MJW only to stop inches from his neck like Elvis Presley in Walk Hard. Jordan speaks in his Christian Bale Batman voice.*

Jordan: "Look out, man! I am crazy!"

*The crowd cheers and laughs for the antics of "The Funisher" as MJW takes a step back and straightens out his shirt. Jordan paces away and looks toward the ring.*

Jordan: "That just leaves you, precious."

*Donzig walks over to the ropes and leans over them to give "The Role Model" his full attention.*

Jordan: "You can talk about Draven helping me or Morningstar using his part of his famous two-week rampage of suckage to help me get by you last year, but one fact remains the same."

*Jordan pauses as Donzig motions for Jordan to share the information.*

Jordan: "Had you taken Kirsten into the ring, blasted my face off my head and won, then you would be citing your undefeated streak against me, and I would be criticizing you. Both of us would have done anything to win, so do not get mad when I just happened to out think you. You should be used to it by now."

*Jordan gives his goofy grin.*

Jordan: "And do not sully my good name by calling me a 'cheater.' I have never cheated a day in my life!"

*The audience is torn between boos and laughter at that outrageous notion.*

Cross: "He's the only one who buys that."

Jordan: "If I have ever come slightly close to bending the rules, it is only because I knew you were going to do even worse, and I took the initiative to land a preemptive strike. The people need a 'Role Model' at the top, so I had to do what was necessary to save them from a federation with you at the top."

*The crowd boos again as Jordan gives a smug look. He proceeds to point at Donzig, MJW, and the Wife Beater.*

Jordan: "And in case you need proof, I want all of you to answer one question: When I took time off from CWA and you three were in the main event, how long did it take the company to fold?"

*Jordan gives his goofy grin as the fans boo loudly. None of the wrestlers look happy at the question.*

Jordan: "Yes, I have already accounted for you carrying Jonas Lee, so do not even bring him up."

Ventura: "Ha ha, good one, AJ! He's in rare form tonight. When he acts like this, I can't help but love him."

Jordan: "But since I know I am a level above all of you, let me take this time to throw out some love to my boy, Mister International!"

*That name draws some cheers from the crowd as Jordan turns to MJW.*

Jordan: "While I am not your best friend, Mister International seems to like you, so I am willing to be nice. He personally thinks you are a great guy. He even told me that he would like to go to dinner with you some time and talk match strategy and maybe use your tanning bed, too. I have no idea why he thinks you are so awesome. You are just another run-of-the-mill wrestler to me with a chiseled jawline and rippling abs."

*Jordan shrugs as the fans laugh.*

Ventura: "Is Mister International his gay side?"

Cross: "Complimenting another man isn't gay, Jesse. You are such a homophobe."

Jordan: "He is more than happy to help you defeat B-Rock and Babylon. He considers that match to be in the bag and as a guy who demolished B-Rock, I would have to agree with him."

*Jordan turns back to the ring.*

Jordan: "That means the team of Mister International and Mike Windsor could very well face Urban Decay."

*The idea of that match gets cheers.*

Jordan: "Mister International feels he is more than apt to handle a poor man's Chris Holtz,"

*Jordan motions to the Wife Beater.*

Jordan: "And a man who could only win a title by beating the oldest wrestler in the business since Flair retired."

*Jordan motions to Donzig.*

Jordan: "So you two better get used to looking at Michael Windsor and me as IWF Tag Team Champions!"

*The crowd is confused as Jordan looks around having just realized what he said. He grins sheepishly and corrects himself.*

Jordan: "Is what Mister International would say, of course!"

*The crowd laughs and cheers as Jordan gives his goofy grin and wipes some sweat off his forehead.*

[donzig]

Smoke swirled as Donzig looked around, then he shrugged flicking some ashes from his cigar. And then he grunted, adjusting the belt across his shoulder before he paced back and forth. Then he waved the cigar. "AJ, buddy, I am not pissed because you won through dubious means. God knows when we were the Industry, and by the way I think both of our current partners would admit this?"

Donzig paused, shrugging at MJW and Wifebeater. "We owned this industry, there was no one and nothing that could stand before us, and everyone knew it! We could outfight, outscheme, and outsell every one in this damned business!"

The fans cheered, and Donzig grumbled. "Hell, and we didn't always play by the rules! We made the fucking rules! But what pisses me off? Is that like a liberal, like a goddamned liberal you stand there and you bend the truth! You fucking distort it, murder it, butcher it, and rape it!"

Donzig frowned, puffing on his cigar before he snapped his fingers. "You are the Barack Obama of the IWF! But me, AJ? I have never lied, I have never bent the truth, and I have always been up fucking front about every thing I have ever done! And you of all people should know that!"

MJW nodded, and Wifebeater just listened as Donzig chewed on his cigar as he stalked back and forth. And he paused, waving a hand towards the Connection. "And you should know that at Revolution, I will be doing it again! There is nothing I need to prove to these people, to myself, or to anyone else in the back! But I need to prove something to you, AJ. And that something is that I can still beat your fucking ass!"

The fans exploded, and Donzig scowled. "And as for you, MJW! You want to take this fucking gold, go ahead and goddamned try! Because much like Anthony Jordan, you should know that saying you will beat Donzig is far easier said then done!"