I'm Back

[Frost]

We kiss
The Stars
We writhe
We are

Your name
Desire
Your flesh
We are

Cold
We're so cold
We are so
Cold
We're so cold

Frost burts onto the ramp arrogantly throwing his arms out to his side bringing the crowded arena as they wait nervously anticipating the return of the recently absent Joel Frost. Frost ducks under the ropes and signales for a mic before turning to face the crowd pausing as he shoots them a cocky smirk.

Frost- Mikkey...

Joel lets out a small sigh before he continues.

Frost- IWF TV Champion.

Joel pauses.

Frost- Lets give im a big round of applause.

Joel gives a small half hearted golf clap as he continues.

Frost- I think you surprised everyone. But non the less you came out here and you did just what you said. You faced wifebeater and you emerged victorious.Your the champ.

Joel lets the crowds pop die down before coninuing.

Frost- But now down to the business at hand.Yes Mikkey you are the IWF TV champion but dont forget for even just one second just how it is that you aquired said title. You see Mikkey you beat Wifebeater and that does make you the TV champion but what you fail to realise is that as long as i am here that, that little peace of gold and leather hanging around your waist means nothing. I am the only man in the IWF worthy of holding that title and until you face me your nothing. Belt or not you have to beat the best to be the best and im sorry son but all you did was take out the trash.

Frost drops the mic to his side as his music hits. Joel remains inside the ring playing to the fans before he heads for the back.

[Mikkey w/ Max Jewel]

****Suddenly, the music changes to "Astonishing Panorama of the End Times" The fans boo like crazy as Max Jewel steps out. He points to the back as Mikkey emerges with the IWF Television Championship around his waist. He grins, looks down at the title, then around at the fans. THey make their way down, Mikkey threatening fans the entire time. Mikkey and Max Jewel climb into the ring and Max takes a mic from the ring announcer on the outside. The music fades as Mikkey grazes his hand across the Television Title while eyeing down Joel Frost.****


Max Jewel: Well, can someone from the back bring me another coat? A cold front has seemed to move in and I'm very cold now! Oh, it might just be cause I'm bored to death with you Joel Frost! Vigor Rigamortus is about to set in. Hell, you are as bad as these liverpool losers. In fact......


****THe fans boo as Mikkey sticks his upper body through the ropes and begins to argue with two of them. Max Jewel brings him back into the ring.****


Max Jewel: In fact, we should have a match right now so you can join them in the Liverpool Losers Club.


****"MIKKEY SUCKS! MIKKEY SUCKS! MIKKEY SUCKS!"
Mikkey holds his hands over his ears and is stomping his feet. Max Jewel calms him down.****


Max Jewel: You dare come out here and talk about this title meaning nothing? Yeah, it used to mean nothing around the waist of some trailer park trash, some women beater, and probably a child molester too.... But now, the title is prestigious. The TV Title is important. And, with real Astonishing Talent behind it, this title means more than the World Championship. Donzig means jack squat....


****DONZIG! DONZIG! DONZIG! DONZIG!"
Max Jewel ignores the fans and continues****


Max Jewel: I don't get how you can do this Nancy. You vanish for months, then you come back, pretend you are cool, then come out here and personally attack Mikkey and myself? Who do you think you are Jolene? Huh Jolene? Who are you Jolene?!


****Mikkey chuckles as he leans forward and talks into Max's ear. Max then hands over the mic.****


Mikkey: Jolene....you want a piece of the Astonishing TV Champion, then so be it. I'll even tell you what....you don't even need to earn a shot at this. I'm so fucking sure that you suck, that you can have a shot at me and this prestigious title as soon as you finish sucking of Ringmaster and getting the contract signed. Until then....you can go to hell!


****Joel frost looks angered by the name change they have given him as the fans boo them. Mikkey stares at Joel as Max motions for him that it's time to go. They exit the ring to head backstage as Max yells at a few fans. Mikkey stares at Joel Frost in the ring.****

[Shamus]

The fans cheer wildly as Shamus charges from the back, he looks around wildly before a hand rips through his wild hair. Then he races back and forth, high fiving and hugging the fans before he grabs a beer from a passing vendor. He chugs it down, throwing the cup over his shoulder before he heads for the ring.

Beer foam drips from his beard as he looks between Frost and Mikkey before he lifted his mic.

"Jolene? Say what now? Jolene?"

The fans yelled back and Max Jewel started to say something, stepping forward only to be dropped from a sudden huge headbutt from Shamus! The place exploded, and Mikkey stared before he decided better of tackling Shamus and the smirking Frost.

Shamus blinked, shaking his head before he continued.

"Lad, this is a boy."

The fans exploded again, cheering wildly as Joel Frost just started laughing as Mikkey shook with rage. Shamus stared at him,looking horrified.

"Lad, I know calling 'em by a wee lass's name might make ye feel better! But it dunnae make it right! It's bloody sick, man!"

Joel Frost was doubled over, laughing his ass off as were the fans as Mikkey just looked ready to kill. Shamus rubbed at his beard, shaking his head before he waved a hand at the downed Max Jewel.

"I dunnae what fookin' Maxine 'ere hae been telling ya, lad. But even iffen ya call 'em by a girl's name, it doesnae mean they are a bloody girl! It makes it worse, some bloody 'ow!"

The fans cheered again and Shamus looked serious, glancing between the pair.

"Ya both need to listen up, because at Revolution ya are nae fighting each other! Ye are bloody fightin' me, and I am going to fookin' kick yer arse, Mikkey! And iffen yer fookin' Maxine gets in mah bloody way? I'll give 'er more o' da fookin' same! And Joel Frost, ye donnae need to worry about this wee lad, because after Revolution? I will be da fookin' TV Champion, and that bloody belt will be mah new fookin' beer cozy!"

[Mikkey w/ Max Jewel]

****Max has gotten back to his feet and is not happy as he raises his mic.****


Max Jewel: And that is exactly why you won't be a.... 'fookin' champion around here you mick!


****THe fans boo as SHamus looks ready to attack after that slang term****


Max Jewel: You see, The Television title is on a waist that knows it's value. Knows it's worth and knows that it's only worth what it is because it's on his waist. Now, let us think for a second.... SHAME..us. We put this on your waist, you look like a fool and make it a beer cozy. Yeah, there you go....good job you neaderthal piece of turd!


****Shamus is quick to react as he headbutts Max again. This causes Max to stumble backwards and fall through the ropes. He gets to his feet holding his nose as blood starts to drip from under his fingers. He moves his hand to see a small trail of blood.****


Max Jewel: Of course, leave it to some primative jackass to attack the man with the mic. The man who isn't even in a match with you. Leave it to a primative jackass to be worried about a manager. Just like these fans, you are threatened by Mikkey and myself aren't you? Just like these idiots! You are one too!


****THe fans boo as Shamus steps towards the ropes. Mikkey, with the title on his waist, steps right in front of Shamus. Shamus goes for another headbutt but Mikkey is quick enough to dodge it. He does not retaliate and instead stands there and stares into Shamus' eyes.****


Max Jewel: I don't know who you think you are, trying to threaten me. By God...BOY! If I want to beat the piss out of you with my cane this Monday, then so be it! It will be after Mikkey defeates you of course. But...I promise I'm going to force even more blood out of you when I beat you near death with this cane and my fist!


****Max reaches in the ring and pulls out his cane. He holds it high above his head and points it at Shamus as the fans boo.****


Max Jewel: Not only will your blood pour but, you will be seeing sights of Timmy Draven and Charles Windsor as you head towards the light. Of course, much like these fans, they won't let idiots and incompetant people into Heaven....so, you will be seeing the lights of hell. Just like the beloved Timmy and Charles....


****THe fans all boo the insults directed towards the former superstars of their departed lives. Mikkey jumps through the ropes and out to the floor as both men start to head backstage. A bottle of water flies across the screen and almsot his Mikkey in the back of the head. Soon, a few more things go flying onto the steel ramp.****

[Frost]

Joel raises the mic to his lips interupting Mikkey's retreat.

Frost- Hold up just one second there slappy.

Joel smirks as Mikkey stops about half way up the ramp and turns to face Joel in the ring.

Frost- Just because you think you somehow trumped big man here.
Joel signals to Shamus with his free hand.

Frost- Dont think your done yet.

Joel pauses making sure he has Mikkey's full attention before continuing.

Frost- I mean really. You come out here and you of all people insult my name. Come on Mikkey with two ks you can do better than that.

Joel chuckles a bit, the smirk growing on his face.

Frost- And as far as your little shot about me blowing Ringmaster to get a match. Well if that were true no one here in the IWF would be booked considering it seems your special buddy Max Jewel there seems to have taken up permanent residence on his knees in front of none other than the boss man himself.

Joel turns to face Shamus.

Frost- At least i can respect the big lugg. He at least seems to know the true value of that belt of yours.

Frost turns back to face Mikkey still standing on the ramp.

Frost- Hell, the way it looks right now I'm not even going to need to step into the ring with you cause the way it looks to me the big mans got this one on lockdown.

Joel waits for the pop to die down before raising the mic back to his lips.

Frost- But dont think your getting off that easy. Even after you lose that little old belt of yours to this beer chugging caveman I'm still going to walk down to this ring and kick your ass.

with that Frost's music hits and the cold one tosses the mic aside and climbs the turnbuckle playing to the fans as Mikkey and Max Jewel look on from the ramp.