Pure Championship Battle Royal

[Jay]

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Any Xplosion Superstar not Booked

[The Dynasty!]

Scene opens with Black by Sevendust playing and Chris Steel makes his way down to the ring. The fans are cheering loudly for Steel. Chris gets in the ring.

CS: I am out here not as a wrestler but as a Manager.

Kenny: Could this be the debut of this man Chris Steel is claiming to be World Champion Caliber?

Jimmy: If Chris Steel is claiming that is must be true this guy knows talent.

CS: I would like to debut to the World the man who in his first match will become the Number One Contender to the EWE Pure Title. I feel so sorry for anyone else in this battle royal. Ladies and Gentlemen let me introduce you all to the next Pure Champion LUCIFER GRIMM!!!!!!!

Hells Bells by AC DC plays and this big man driving a motorcycle drives down to the ring.



He parks the bike right outside the ring he gets off and enters the ring by stepping over the tops rope. He raises his fist up in the air and gets a huge cheers from the crowd.



Jimmy: Look at the size of this monster.

Kenny: Chris has out done himself with this find.

CS: HAHA I told you all I found myself a monster to manage to the top. It all starts at Final Cut.

Chris hands Lucifer the Mic.

LG: My name incase you missed it is Lucifer Grimm. My first match will be at the Final Cut ppv in a Battle Royal to crown a number one contender to the Pure Title. I thought what better way to make a debut and a statement. As for who could possible be in this match is no worry to me. Lets see a bunch of no name Xplosion chumps. I don't see a single man in this match who could stand a chance of beaten me. One by one I will toss them out with every one the Pure Champ will become more and more frighten cause one by one I will crawl closer to being the number one contender to his title. Then when I eliminate that last soul. The Pure Champions fate will be sealed in stone. His days as champ will becoming to a end cause the Grimm Truth is nobody can survive the Highway to Hell.

Lucifer hands the mic back to Chris and he leaves the ring gets back on his Bike and drives off.

CS: HAHAH Did I not tell you I found myself a winner. You see no matter what I do and excel at it. Wether it be wrestler,Porn star or Manager. I do it all and I do it best. A Word of advice to all thinking to enter this match Don't. Cause you don't stand a Chance in Hell HAHAHA.

Black by Sevendust plays and Chris leaves the ring.

[Danny Danger]

*Tears Don't Fall*

The scene starts off with the guitar riff of the opening parts of Bullet For My Valentine's "Tears Don't Fall." From there, the camera begins to move up, and reveals Eric Michaels sitting in a black steel folding chair. He looks downward, with his usual getup on and his hair draped over his pale face. From his right arm is a black baseball bat, with the words "Through Struggle" written on it in blood red. As the song continues to play, he begins to speak..

Eric Michaels:

[/b] Through Struggle, the two words that define my essence right now. Yes, things have been rough lately. Yes. I'm being sentenced to compete in what many call jobberville. Yes, I, Eric Michaels, will be entering the #1 Contender for the Pure Championship Battle Royal... this match, excluding my debut against a no shower, is the lowest I've been in so far in my career here in EWE.... which is why I hold this bat, and speak these words in front of you. Whatever the EWE throws at me, I will persevere. I will persevere Through Struggle, and I will do it well.[/color]

He pauses..

Eric Michaels:[/b] For the longest time I was blaming my unsuccessful strides on those around me. The EWE staff, the EWE wrestlers, and even the EWE fans. However, a talk with an old friend has changed my perspective, because being how certain superstar's "creative control" are now wearing thin, things might finally be equal in this place. And, with things equal, that means things will change. Almost as if it's a whole new Xplosion. With this new Xplosion, comes to faces, and quite possibly, new champions. Now although I've had no desire for this title before, I now have hunger for it. Why? Well, if you haven't had sex in 6 years, odds are you'd settle for masturbation. Granted, not as fun in most ways, but hey, atleast you're busting one, right? Well, the Pure title may not be the Fergie of titles, but dammit, it's about time I got SOMETHING![/color]

He settles down..

Eric Michaels: Now, onto who all is in this piece of shit. So far, just Lucifer Grimm for sure, or Chris Steel's giant puppet. I know Chris Steel, and I know him well, however I know shit all about this Lucifer. Sinister name is about all I know. But that doesn't matter, none of it does. Right now I don't care if you're big, small, tall, medium, slightly overweight, fairly muscular, or anorexic, because I am in a killing mood, and sadly, this Lucifer Grimm is at the top of the list... well, actually, there is one behind him.

He smiles..

Eric Michaels: A Mr. Derrick *Douchebag*[/b] Sanderson. This preppy fuck has been on my mind ever since we tied all those weeks back on our double debut match. I was infuriated, and now, if he shows, I get a second chance. Derrick, do you think that kidnapping people's kids makes you good? Do you think using the "cocky" gimmick makes you good? Do you think doing ANY of that makes you good? No, it doesn't. It's what's inside, in your heart, that makes you good. And in your heart is just another bitter fuck who thinks people owe him something, when in fact they owe you jack shit. I've never had anything in my life, and to simply be alive is an accomplishment, but as for you, you're just another Daddy's Girl who thinks they're the next "world champion" because they were able to say motherfucker 567,098 times in one roleplay. I have no respect for you, and I know you'll probably say "YEAH WELL IT FUELS ME OMFG!!!@@!!11" after I say that, but oh well, because that's how it fucking is.

He stops, wiping a bit of sweat from his forehead..

Eric Michaels: Sorry, you preps just get me so heated.. as calmly as I can put it, Derrick, it's like this; You can not beat a man who has already lost everything, understand? You can not beat a man who doesn't care if he wins or loses anymore, and why is that? It's like being what people call "cool." If you TRY to be cool, you're a dork, but if you just go with the flow, you're a God. If you TRY to win, you won't get anywhere. See, you do so much with your weird way of color/font coding, the pictures, the banners in the top of your roleplay, repeating shit over and over to make your roleplay seem longer, unneedingly double spacing things to give a lengthier appearance, and so on and so forth. See, I skip that bull shit, and just concentrate on, as Sabin would say, pwning some no0bs online. And the no0bs to be pwnt this week are you, Derrick. The no0bs to be pwnt are you, Lucifer. The no0bs to be pwnt are anyone stupid enough to enter a battle royal that might as well already be mine.

...Lucifer, it doesn't matter if you spend the rest of your natural born life taking steroids and bulking up in the gym, because in the world of the Crow, the bigger they are, the harder they fall. And that statement and fact is no less true tonight than it was when I beat Predator's big ass. And Chris, don't even think about putting your squirrelly ass in the way of me and Lucifer, because although I respect you, I'd sooner kill you then take another loss at this juncture in my career. I'm gonna practically skin that big redneck alive, spit on that hypocritical flag, and cover you with it as if you were dead, because by the time I am done with you, you probably will be, bitch. Noone can survive the highway to hell? Nigga I'm from Detroit, see if you can survive a MINUTE on 8-Mile.

And to anyone else even THINKING about entering this match, I strongly advise against it. I have a problem with few people in this lockerroom, but that won't mean anything once I'm taking you out with a good old fashion Shameless, or just going old school and whacking you over the head with a chair. Cause the fact is my own mother wouldn't stop me from winning this match, so what makes you think your jobber ass will?... Ha, exactly. Now stay out of it and just let me get it, before you get hurt.

He stands up, takes his bat, and whacks it across the camera, breaking the lense, leaving a crack. He smiles and, right before the camera turns off, says: "So it is written, so it shall come to pass. Enjoy every breath you take, fore you never know when it may very well be your last."

*END*[/center]

[elirocks45]

" Eli at a eWe ring with microphone to talk about his match at FInal Cut."



Eli: You know there are somethings that are strange. One of those things is Eric Michaels. He says that he is the crow, well guess what I'm the tiger. Also there is Lucifer Grimm, yeah he was announced by Chris Steel, and now he is taking the oppurinity in getting the chance to be the Pure Champion in his debut. So since they are going to be in the match I'll take care of them one-by-one. Oh and Alex Shelly if your going to be in the match I'll be after you first for the return of my girlfriend, Jessica Lane.


" Eli then points at the Titan Tron to show a picture of him in the future."



Eli: You see that is what I'm going to look like at the end of Final Cut.

" Eli then looks up to the crowd to see if we was going to get and giant cheers."

Eli: Looks like I'm going in Final Cut with no one on my side.

" Eli then looks at the Titan Tron then leaves the arena to reflect on his announcement."

[Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson]

*Oh you better believe I'm entering*

Who did that voice belong to? Of course it had to be Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson. The place we were at was outside the Phillips arena, the sight of Final Cut. It was dark and fuzzy at first because the camera angle was good, but when the camera got focused on "The Sandman", we had a good angle on him.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Yeah, you damn well better know who it is. The All-American upright citizen who does everything good and right.

In the look of Derricks' face, you could tell he wanted to bust out laughing for calling himself an upright citizen, but he holds it in.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Ah fuck, who am I kidding? Upright citizen my ass. I know I'm hated, and I don't give a damn, and your looking at the person who will be your next EWE Pure Champion right here baby. I came to EWE to get some gold around my waist, and if I got to start of small in getting the Pure Title, then hell, that's what I'm going to do. I'll make the Pure Championship look good when I hold it, because honestly, look at all the names that held it before me. I'm better than those motherfuckers anyday at a time. I've heard and watched a few guys who already decided to enter. Lucifer Grimm, Eric Michaels, and Eli Hogan, but I know a lot more guys who aren't booke from Xplosion that are going to want to take a piece at becoming Pure Champion, by all means and try, but their is no point in entering the battle royal if I just did. I look down at the rest of the Xplosion roster who doesn't have a match and I just laugh at them.

Derrick reads off a few names from the Xplosion roster.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Alex Shelly, Chris Zero, Future Shock, New Dawn, Rey Mysterio, and possibly, but who the hell knows that jacked up steriod freak Scott Steiner will enter, but I see everybody possible angle that I can win this match without even breaking a sweat. Hell, I'll just snap everybody without a problem if they try to step up to me.

Derrick snaps his fingers right infront of the camera, and just laughs about it.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Just..Like..THAT! and your done. You see, I've beaten Mr. Man last week, one of the guys who could possibly a top contender for the World Heavyweight Championship. What have some of the rest of yous done lately? Expect for some of you getting stuck on the pre-show of Download, or a spot below me on the Xplosion card is where you do belong. Oh, and Eli, I never thought Hulk actually had another show by the looks of it on the show. Are they ashamed of you by not letting you on? I would be too if I had to watch you wrestle everynight, hell, I seen a stripper do a better job in the ring than you. You damn well belong to stay on Download; you make it too the big show of Xplosion, I think hell will freeze over and we all die. If any of yous actually think you can become Pure Champion, well, I'm about to start your heartache right now because you all aren't even good enough to get that belt now that I've entered. What stands before you is a wrecking machine, a man on a mission in EWE, whoever stands in my way..Well, their is a little thing I like to called and it's some PURE DOMINATION!

Derrick started to walk towards the building entrance. The camera crew of course following him.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: I already know I'm good, but I'm willing to start off small and put myself as the EWE Pure Champion and start off from there. Only the start will survive, and the weakling will be out first in the match which means bascially the entire Xplosion roster who is left that doesn't have match with be out of the Battle Royal except for me because I plan on throwing out every worthless motherfucker who dares to step into greatness in the name of Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson. Come on, look at me? Look at my muscles.

He shows off the guns.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Look at the chest? How perfect that is.

Derrick lifted up his shirt to reveal his perfect tonned stomach and six pack. You could hear some girls in the background scream from the sight of it, and they faint into their boyfriends shoulders.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: You see that? Every damn girl wants a piece of "The Sandman" and every boyfriend hates me because their girlfriends want to fuck me. Everybody is just jealous because they want to be as good looking as me, but they can't. Their is only one Derrick Sanderson, and that only man can be me. Don't hate me because of that, get better yourselves, then come to talk to me again. I've gotten more pussy than anybody else could ever imagine. Hell, I wouldn't even be surprised If I even fucked your girlfriend Eli. Oh, wait a minute

ELI!!!!!

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: I beat you want to know who this is huh?

He....

Jenna Sanderson: SHUT UP BITCH!!

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Jenna, bring her up in full view.

Jenna smirked as she walked into the scene. Who did she have with her? It was Eli's girlfriend Jessica Lane, fully gauged.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Where do you think I've been for the past few weeks? Why you think I went straight away after Xplosion, why you think I didn't even show my face at Saturday Night ShowDown? You thought it was Alex Shelley? Your kidding right? He's the Michael Jackson of EWE. He only likes little boys and girls. I'll give you credit though, your girlfriend could sure suck a mean dick.

You could tell that Jessica tried to scream, but she was guaged really good. Derrick glared at her, then at his sister.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Knock the slut out with a 2x4.

Jenna Sanderson: This will be fun.

Jenna grabbed a nearby 2x4. She lined it up across the head of Jessica. Jenna then woud up, and swung. She got Jessica, direct hit, knocking her out, you could see alittle blood trickling from the back on Jessica's head.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: That's a ho...Wait a minute.

Jenna Sanderson: What's the matter D?

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: 2x4, Blood. Jenna, did you put metal spikes on the 2x4?

Jenna Sanderson: I don't know what your talking about.

Jenna flashes an "innocent" smile towards Derrick. The camera got a good shot at the 2x4, and it did have Metal Spikes.

Jenna Sanderson: I guess..I..forget.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Sure you did, but ah well. The slut is either knocked out or dead. We should get into the arena, first clean off the 2x4, get your prints off, and get into the building.

As they did. They cleaned off the prints, and left Jessica outside. Dead or Alive. They didn't care, all Derrick knew he was about to become Pure Champion on Sunday.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Wait a minute.

Derrick ran back to the camera, punched him hard in the face, took out the "evidence" from the tape, and smashed that with the 2x4. The scene then went blurry.

[Nero Phoenix™]

Chapter I - The Homecoming.

[elirocks45]

" Eli in the parking lot waiting for Derrick to come out to his car."

Eli: Derrick come on. Get your ass out here right now.

" What he didn't know is that Derrick was already there in his car to run him down."

Derrick: Your going down Eli Hogan.

" Derrick drove his car to Eli when out of the blue his brother Nick came out to save him. What Nick did was push Eli out of the way tomake sure he was alright."

Eli: Looks like I'm going to his house this Thursday.


" Eli then get's into Nick's car to drive to his house."

[Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson]

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: I'll meet you in the lockeroom Jenna.

Jenna Sanderson: Why? Your not going in their to relax and feel accomplished at what we just did?

Derrick smirked, as he pointed out to Jenna that the annoying prick of an Xplosion Interviewer was walking towards their way with a microphone in his hand. He knew Matt was coming up for an interview.

Jenna Sanderson: Oh, well good luck with that Derrick.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Yeah, whatever.

Before Jenna was able to get into the lockeroom, Matt just got their in time, he looked over at Jenna and waved.

Matt Peterson: Hey Jenna.

Jenna Sanderson: Hey Dork, see ya Derrick.

Jenna smirked as she walked into the lockeroom leaving Matt & Derrick out in the hallway.

Matt Peterson: Did your sister just call me a dork?

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Yeah she did, because you are one.

Matt Peterson: No I'm not.

Derrick laughed.

Matt Peterson: What? I'm not.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Sure you aren't Matt. You walk up to anybody backstage getting an interview from there, yeah, your a dork, just deal with it.

Matt Peterson: 18 is better than this.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Then go interview the bitch for all I care. I didn't ask from an interview from you, I don't need to get cameratime infront of those idiots out there. You want to leave, then fucking leave.

Matt Peterson: No, I don't got anything better to do.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: So your going to bug me for an interview for Final Cut?

Matt Peterson: Why not? You say your going to become the next EWE Pure Champion at Final Cut. Might aswell get an interview from you before you actually do it. What do you say?

Derrick rolls his eyes.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Never stop, do you?

Matt Peterson: It's my job.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Whatever Peterson. Go ahead, if it takes you to get away from me, then fine.

Matt smiled at Derrick, Derrick saw that smile, put his hand up as he was about to smack the shit out of Matt, and glared at him. Matt stopped smiling and lifted the microphone between him and Derrick.

Matt Peterson: Have you heard who recently came back to EWE & Xplosion and entered into the Battle Royal?

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: I was too busy thinking about having the Pure Title around my waist to even know who just entered after me. If they did, they sure are in for a huge surprise when they dont win and I end up winning.

Matt Peterson: You want to know who entered?

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Either way, I know your going to tell me.

Matt Peterson: Nero Phoenix.

Derrick stratched his head and raised an eyebrow at Matt.

Matt Peterson: What?

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Nero Phoenix?

Matt Peterson: Yeah, Nero Phoenix.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Man, who the fuck is Nero Phoenix?

Matt Peterson: You don't know who he is?

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Fuck no, his name sounds like a punkass weakass wrestler. Nero Phoenix? What the fuck?

Matt Peterson: You know, I've noticed. You say FUCK alot.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: I do?

Matt Peterson: Yeah.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: That's fucked up, but anyway. Who the hell is Nero Phoenix?

Matt Peterson: He's a former Pure Champion, hell, he was the first ever EWE Pure Champion, former EWE World Champion, former EWE International Champion, and a former X-Cup Winner in 2006, and he said he wants to make Final Cut his homecoming on Xplosion where he makes his return.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Doesn't he feel fucking special that he's the first ever EWE Pure Champion. Their is only one thing that stupid ass has over me and that is he was EWE World Heavyweight Champion keyword WAS, and that wont happen while I'm on Xplosion and dominating the bitches that I know I can beat easily, first it's going to be the pure championship, then I'm going to rise higher and higher like nobody else ever seen in this company. Why? Because I'm Derrick Sanderson, better than everybody around me. Your going to see that Pure Title around my waist after Final Cut, and you'll be seeing the EWE World Heavyweight Championship around my waist in a few months. I can guareentee that because I'm just that good, and you look at me. Come on? Greatness just oozes right off of me. What the fuck is the X-Cup? Sounds like some bullshit trophy to make you feel special.

Derrick smirked and looked at the camera.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Hey Nero. Carlos Mencia much? DEE DEE DEE!

Derrick bursts out laughing. Matt just looks on.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Oh god, I'm so funny. I crack myself up.

Matt Peterson: Right Derrick. Can we move on?

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Go on ahead.

Matt Peterson: Do you remember facing Eric Michaels in your debut match?

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: No, I faced Damien Black and I kicked his ass and somehow it was a draw, but I know I should have won that. I was just better.

Matt Peterson: Damien Black is Eric Michaels.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: He has two names? Why, was he embarrased I beat him so badly he goes by two names now?

Matt Peterson: No, he totally changed his name and his look for some odd reason.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Goths, all of them are the same, I swear. You can have ten in a pack and couldn't tell a difference between all of them.

Matt Peterson: Did you hear what he had to say about you?

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Do you think I care what he said about me?

Matt Peterson: Not really?

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Exactly Matt. Nice job, your learning. I've heard everything that Eric or Damien, or his momma, or whatever he wants to call himself could say, and it doesn't effect anything. He talks like he's a complete moron anywhere. The hell is up with that anyway? He could bring it on all he wants, he can step into this ring with me, but I'll be more powerful, and I'll be more stronger and better than him, I'll just easily pick his ass out of the ring and toss him out and send him crying home to his mom that he got tossed out by the person who is just that better than he'll ever be. You see, I got a future, a guy like Damien Black/Eric Michaels doesn't, not too long from now where that motherfucker will land on Download and stay on that damn show for good. You call me a gimmick? You think this attitude of mine aint real? Well Fuck that, and Fuck you at the same time, I'm 24/7 A cocky arrogant asshole prick, and I get hated for it which I don't care because I am the BIGGEST ASSHOLE YOU WILL EVER MET! Eric, will you please..JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP! Nobody wants to hear from that gay mouth of yours, they rather listen to "The Sandman" talk, and that's a proven fact.

Matt Peterson: Der...

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Hold on Matt, I aint done yet.

Matt rolled his eyes.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: I love the way I act, other people may not like it, but they can die in a fire for all I care. I'm the asshole everybody loves to hate, I'm the person you see around the corner wanting to punch him in the face for no reason, but you can't touch me because I'm just that good, and I will be the next EWE Pure Champions after Final Cut.

Derrick looked around, then looked at Matt, and looked back at the camera.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: This goes for you Eric, For Eli, for anybody else that decides to enter into this bitch. Your going to get tossed out by me, you will praise the name of Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson whather you like it or not, I will become the next EWE Pure Champion whather you like it or not, and I will dominate you bitch whather you like it or not, but quite frankly, like how it goes..I JUST DON'T GIVE A FUCK! I do whatever I want and whatever I feel like. You can't tell me what to do, I go against the rules. Anybody wants to try to stop me from getting my first title reign in EWE, then make sure you get your royalties, tell your family goodbye, get your tombstone picked out, and make sure you doing the ring thing, because your stepping in my way, I'll kill you with some PURE DOMINATION!

Derrick pushed Matt out of the way laughing walking backstage as the scene faded out.

[The Dynasty!]

Chris and Lucifer are watching the monitor and some of the promos of those who have entered.

CS: Big man looks like you got some real competition in your first match here in EWE.

LG: Good I thrive on competition.

CS: Let's see who you have in there with you Eric Micheals. Tough kid he could be a good test for you.

LG: He might of been a tough kid for you. But for me he is nothing! He talks big for such a small man. When I get him up and put him threw the damn ring with the Highway to Hell. Like anyone else he will be broken and crippled!

CS: Ok how about Eli Hogan.

LG: HAHAH Seriously?

CS: Hey don't laugh sure he might not be best on the mic but I did help him train some he has heart.

LG: He might have heart but that wont stop the fact he can't even lace my boots. He is a bonafide JOBBER!

CS: SO what do you think of The Sandman.

LG: What is this the late 90's no his time has come and gone when ECW died so did he. He has no talent what do ever all he is good for is to use weapons. Other then that he is a useless washed up beer belly loser!

CS: Well how about Nero Phoenix!

LG: Another nobody. There isn't a man in this match who can go toe to toe with me. Chris you bought me here in EWE for one thing and one thing only DESTORY everyone. That is excatly what I am going to do!

CS: HAHA man I made a good choice to bring you in here. This will be good.

LG: No this will be Hell on Earth!!!

[dieslowdammit]

Brutality can be seen somewhere in the backstage recesses of the Final Cut arena. He is standing in front of a large monitor; watching a few of the promos that his fellow Xploson superstars have put out. He adjusts his new wrestling gear; a black pair of wrestling trunks with flames up the sides and "A Brutal Finish" across the back waist.

Brutality: Wow, what an expert lineup we have in this match. Pure title indeed.

Brutality rolls his eyes, crossing his thick, muscular arms over his glistening chest, staring directly into the lense of the camera.

Brutality: Honestly... since when did Xplosion become WWE Smackdown!? And who are these jokers? Just goes to show I suppose, that the prestige of the Pure Championship died a long time ago... well, let's see...

Brutality looks down at his hand, as if thinking about his opponents.

Brutality: Well... first of all, we have some guy named... uh... Lucifer Grimm? Honestly man, doesn't really do it for me. I think a name should roll off the tounge a certain way. Also good to remember, Aliases are given, not chosen. My ring name is Brutality, why? Because I'm excessively Brutal, that's why. Honestly, placing myself in a match of this calibur is more an insult than a gain really, but what the hell. How many chances do you get to rough up a few new guys eh? Honestly, it took Dan Taylor using a wrecking ball to knock me ut to beat me, so this Pure championship shit here? Should be a cinch. Lucifer Grimm eh? You look more like a Lucy to me. So you're a monster? Hell, I can dig it. But are you the Seven feet 8 inch monster that I am? I think not. Come out all old school Undertaker style all you want Lucy, cause it's rookies like you that destroy good wrestling promotions. You're all like cockroaches, and accordingly, I am fully prepared to crush you with the bottom of my boot. Next.

Brutality plays to the camera, flexing his biceps.

Brutality: Let's see... which one of you bitches is next.. Oh! Yeah, uh, Brandon Lee... I thought you were dead! Oh... my bad, you're a gimmick wrestler, and there's nothing more pathetic than a gimmick wrestler. And the bat? C'mon bruh, that shit is tired man. You're stealing that from Sting from the WCW days. Granted, few would catch that particular error, considering WCW sucked when it was still on and surely most people have supressed their memories of it. Fair enough then, I'll take you seriously... wait, is that... makeup? Ahh christ... Hot Topic alert. So let me get this straight, you're a crow ripoff, a sting wannabe, you wear makeup and you label people? Faggy goth kid. Tut, it's not going to matter. Your obvious inexperience in the ring alone is evidence enough that you won't walk out of this match with your hand raised. Maybe you could go wash your face and hit a weight bench before this match has come to call? Nah, you gimmick wrestlers are all the same. Try not to cut yourself too much Goth boy, I want their to be lenty of blood left over for me to smear all over the ring after I bust your ass open and eliminate it. Next.

He presses a button on the screen before him, raising an eyebrow at the image he sees.

Brutality: Eli... Hogan? Who the hell is this? A rookie eh? Another one to add to the books then. Bruh, don't worry, you're not walking into Final Cut alone... I think I can hear some crickets chirping for you in the background on this tape. Don't worry Eli, I'll make it quick for you. Painful, granted, but quick none-the-less. You're not even important enough for me to waste my breath on. Next.

Brutality presses another button on the video before him, and then another, stopping the image.

Brutality: Hey... isn't there like, a heard of Sandman somewhere? Guess it doesn't matter, 'cause you look like a pretty boy, and I know just what to do with pretty boys. Hurt them. I take pretty boys like you and break them in half, and then into quarters... and then into numerous smaller fractions... you get the point. Regardless, That Brandon Lee ripoff did have a bit of a point; by looks alone you appear a pushover. Fortunately, since you have a few wins beneath your belt, I won't be underestimating you. Oh no Sandy, I'll be over estimating you. I'm going to break you down both physically and mentally, I'm going to play the whole game. Break your ass down with some scientific wrestling, that way, when I beat you and your brutal finish comes to call, you'll have no one to blame but yourself... and your hairdresser. Honestly dude, who needs a hair specialist to cut a mohawk... matter of fact who the hell has a mohawk these days? Meh, it doesn't matter. Next.

Brutality repeats the process, stopping the video and getting a curious look on his face.

Brutality: What the--... Nero Phoenix? What the hell are you doing in a Pure Championship match? Last I heard, you were running away with your tail between your legs because you were failing in your matches. Meh, you can be the first God I slay in my return to the eWe. Really, how coincidental was both of our returns to the same times that this Battle Royal was made. Me and You... we'll be the only threats to each other, but looking at your tape man, I can't really see you being that much of a threat anyway. You're looking tired, rusty, and rugged. There's a fine line between washed up and legend, Nero, and you're dancin' on it. Don't worry, I'll make the death of your career a memorable one, so that way you'll have a good story to tell the emt when you're laid out on a stretcher. Next.

Brutality pushes another button on the video; and a loud click signals the end of the video. Brutality raises an eyebrow of disbelief.

Brutality: Really? That's it? That's all I've got to handle in this competition? A bunch of rookies, a washed up has-been and a guy so full of himself he laughs at his own jokes? Seriously, where did the credibility of the Pure Championship go? That's why, when I win it, I'm going to restore it's prestige. I'll take it to the top, make it better than any of the other titles, even the World Title. And I promise, I promise that, when I'm standing over the bodies of my fallen opponents, the earth with rumble beneath my feet. All of my worthless opponents; all of you who may come along later, all I have to say is this: go talk to your families. Take a walk. Read a book, watch a movie, make love to your woman... or man. Listen to a song, go on a drive, go to church, spend time with your family... because I promise... I promise that this match will harm you all. Unworthy adversaries...

Brutality grabs the lens of the camera; pulling it to his face so thats all that is visible on the screen.

Brutality: Prepare... for a Brutal... Finish...

[Insane Clown Posse]

Fuck The World!

The scene opens up with Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope talking stradegy.

Violent J: Shags this is a Pure Championship Match! You sure your going to enter?

Shaggy 2 Dope: No need to worry! I know what this is. I'm entering though J! Yo look at this match already we can take them all on.

Violent J: This means we can't fight with the fun toys of destruction.

Shaggy 2 Dope: Hey we were in WWE, WCW, and TNA can it get any worse that that?

Violent J: That's true.

Shaggy 2 Dope: So first Lucifer Grimm you think you can intimidate me out of this matchup? Well I'll bitchsmack your ass all the way out of this match. This is a battle royal where my boy Violent J ain't entering and I'm going to DOMINATE THE WHOLE MATCH! You are going to figure out why I Shaggy 2 Dope will be the first UnPURE Pure Champion! For I don't play by the rules. So you got me to worry about Lucifer! For I will go in and beat down anyone in that ring!

Violent J: So what you gonna do to Eric Michaels?

Shaggy 2 Dope: Hold up a second! Eric Michaels? What happened to Damien Black?

Violent J: Hey who knows who cares?

Shaggy 2 Dope: I knew what happened I just hate how people got to walk around every split second changing their name. I'll make a victum out of him too!

Violent J: What about Derrick Sanderson?

Shaggy 2 Dope: Hold on Mr. Bigot bigot? I've heard them types the kind that say they can nail any girl they want and can steal from anyone. He hasn't heard of Shaggy 2 Dope and the way he rolls. He could of taken the bitch you took from Eli in a heartbeat!

Violent J: Well if the guy looks as sad and pathetic as Eli Hogan anyguy could take a girl from him.

Shaggy 2 Dope: It doesn't matter I will win the EWE Pure Title. The fans will know who is the best tag team in EWE and I will be the man people will be watching out for in the Battle Royal Shaggy 2 Dope!

Violent J: Show them up Shags you are the best in the match already. So get ready.

Shaggy 2 Dope: Now there's Nero Phoenix a man who was once an Xplosion Superstar the first person to have Chaos' women beater John as his bitch on more than one occassion. I guess we got ourselves someone to watch out for in this match. It doesn't matter I guess I'll be keepin an eye out for you in this match. It doesn't matter I'm taking you down a peg no matter what. I've proven how tough I really am on more than one occassion.

Violent J: Yo then there is some guy named Brutality. I think the same one that disapeared after a wrecking ball incident. He calls himself a Slayer of Gods, but we follow god this man is no god slayer.

Shaggy 2 Dope: I don't care how tough Brutality is he won't be able to hang with me inside the ring. I'll make sure he topples over. I will make him fall to his face. I know he's just some overpowered moron. I saw Sean Lewis kick his ass back then with almost no effort. It proves you don't need any power to take on a man who thinks he is a god killer. It just proves idiotcy is spreading more than ever now with the idiots in this match!

Violent J: He has the stupidity to talk down the Pure Title? When he's no showed quite the few times? I guess it'll be another one match or two match run for Brutality when he realizes he isn't tough enough the clowns will have their turn to running him out!

Shaggy 2 Dope: So who is there really to be facing off against in this match? It doesn't matter I bet they all are looking beyond us anyways J. It doesn't matter who is in that match they will get beat by THE SOUTHWEST STRANGLER! That one guy from I.C.P.!

Violent J: I will be there watching the whole damn time!

[Danny Danger]

*Hybrid Moments*

The scene fades into a hospital-like building, in the waiting room. In this waiting room is EWE superstar Eric Michaels, who seems just fine with the exception of an even paler face than normal, probably simply there for a check-up. Suddenly a nurse walks up to the trench coat wearing, face painting kid, and speaks with a clipboard under her right arm.

Nurse: Mr. Michaels, Doctor Mathews will see you now.

Eric smiles at her as he stands, and he walks down a hall, ending up at a brown door with the label "Mathews" on it. He knocks, and the door is opened by a man in scrubs. Eric walks over to a table with white paper-ish material and sits down. The doctor looks at his clipboard, and speaks.

Dr. Mathews: Well Eric, it seems that you are nice and healthy.

Eric looks confused..

Eric Michaels: Healthy? Are you sure?

Dr. Mathews: As sure as I can be. I think the reason you feel sick lately is because of stress at work. I'll write you up a note and...

Eric laughs..

Eric Michaels: A doctor's note? For wrestling? Bah, that's pure nonsense. If I haven't lost a limb, then I'm good to go.

Dr. Mathews: I respect your bravery, Michaels, but if I don't clear you then..

Eric smiles, before grabbing the doctor by the neck..

Eric Michaels: Choose your next words wisely, Doctor.

Dr. Mathews: You're sick!

Eric laughs once more..

Eric Michaels: Correction, according to you I am just fine.

Eric lets the doctor go, and as he gasps for air, Eric walks over to a chair he set his leather trench coat down on. He puts it on, and without looking back says..

Eric Michaels: I'll be wrestling this Sunday, Dr. Mathews... with or without your consent.

He walks out of the room as the scene fades out.

*Down With The Sickness*

The camera fades in on the face of Eric Michaels who is backstage at an Xplosion House show. Behind him is the word "Pic Base", as well as a definition on a piece of construction paper. He takes out a long metal pointer and points at the definition..

Eric Michaels: "Pic Base: The man or woman chosen to represent the character or an e-fedder in an e-fed. It can vary from actors, wrestlers, cartoons/anime, and in rare cases even animals."

Eric smiles..

Eric Michaels: See, that's it. Because I use Brandon Lee from "The Crow", God rest his soul, does it make me a "Brandon Lee Ripoff"? NO! If someone uses Triple H as a pic base, does it make them a Triple H RIPOFF? NO! For the love of God, people, drop the fucking Brandon Lee Ripoff shit. I mean, Brandon Lee didn't walk around like this, did he? He was a martial artist, and it's the fucks like you who are making people say "R.I.P. The Crow" instead of "R.I.P. Brandon Lee"... And while we're on this paragraph, let me talk about this Brutality.. some dude who would rather listen to a bunch of shirtless guys in leather tights with hair down to their ass screaming about how Satan > Life and all that gay shit instead of what he'd consider gay in the good old listenings of McFly. You think you're so original, when you're just another jackass who made his char 600 feet tall. You say I'm a "gimmick wrestler"? Yeah, maybe so, but atleast I entertain. It's the bores like you that stay in the mid-card, Brut, which I guess is a lesson you have not yet to learn.. but believe me, you will, you'll learn that lesson when you notice that this Hot Topic wearing, gimmick doing "Brandon Lee Ripoff" is kicking your wannabe Satanic ass up and down that ring!.. And for the record, anyone who describes their chest as "thick" and "glistening", has no right to criticize another.

He chuckles before continuing..

Eric Michaels: See Brutality, we have another classic case of "Missed The Fucking Point" right here. I wasn't carrying that bat to be like some old fart from some old wrestling promotion, I was carrying it because of what it said, and what it symbolized. *Reaches into trench coat and pulls out bat*.. I carry this bat because it represents the way I live, the way of not letting anything, including ugly, tall assholes with fucked up noses, get in my way. Through Struggle, Brutality... those two words will be embedded into your brain come this Sunday, as will the definition of what it means to be unstoppable. This Sunday, to quote the god-like Sabin once more, I will prove to you that what all the little wrestling groupies you meet up with after the shows tell you is true; Size... doesn't matter. -- And whether you want to realize it or not, you too have a gimmick. You're the big guy that uses "pure power" to dominate, and says just that over and over.. yawn.

He smiles..

Eric Michaels: Oh, and how could I forget? The all-mighty Derrick Sanderson. This guy calls ME an idiot, yet his catch phrase is "Biggest Asshole You Will Ever Met"?! Jesus Christ, that's like, BZ-retarded. Haha, then he tries to make up for his stupidity by telling me to, and I quote, "shut my gay mouth." - Granted, when I get lonely enough I can be bisexual, but what does that have to do with anything? Hell, Gold-dust was bi, and he's gotten farther in this business than you will ever DREAM of getting. You say you don't care what I say about you, yet go on to say that you've heard everything I've said? You say you can't tell goths apart, but you think I completely changed my look? What the fuck is your roleplay, one giant Yin-Yang symbol?! Derrick, you need to realize that, whether you want to or not, I DO have you all figured out. You're like a lost little puppy in the world of pro wrestling, who kidnaps someone atleast once a match, can't decide to say "fuck" or "ass", and has his dike sister do all the work for your lame ass. I'm not gonna sit here and say I should have won when we tied, because if I should have, it wouldn't have been a tie, idiot. What I will say, however, is that lightning does NOT strike twice, so when the time comes, I will be happy to kick the glue right out of your wannabe pop-punk mohawk, as well as your ass whilst I am at it.

He pauses, thinking, before starting up once more..

Eric Michaels: And of course, the always disappointing Nero Phoenix. What, is wrestling your last priority or something? First you quit because, let's cut the bullshit for a second, you just needed time off. We all do at some point so that's understandable. But then, you start talking about some bullshit with your wife and how she left your punk ass and is taking your punk ass kids. Boo-hoo, go listen to a Hawthorne Heights album, because obviously it takes your wife LEAVING you for you to get the fire to re-enter the playground of Extreme Wrestling Entertainment. And the part that pissed me off? You spent all this time explaining why you ain't on Chaos and how you're back, so on and so forth, yet you didn't mention one thing about any of the participants. Realize that times have changed since you left right before what I'll call the "Xplosion Depression". We don't have that fascist GM, but instead, someone who goes by the book, ala goes by who actually deserves it, not just who he's cool with. I suggest you spend less time talking about shit we don't care about, and more shooting on your opponents.

He stops again..

Eric Michaels: Hmm... I feel like I'm forgetting some people.. Well, thing is it's a bunch of people who ain't gonna win anyhow, so I don't really see the point in tearing THEM a new one too... Might as well, I ain't got anything better to do; I'll start with the Insane Clown Pussies and their Juggahoe Nation. They come in the form of a fat fuck, and a skinny piss ant. Ha, it's almost too easy. ICP, what chance do you have? I mean, I've beaten you two HOW many times? 7, 8? You might as well turn around and fly all the way back to the suburbs of Berkley, Michigan, or as you like to call it, the "Streetz of ghettoville Detroit, Michigan, HOMIE!"... Jesus, you guys aren't even from fucking Detroit, hahaha.. Anyway, another loser who doesn't have a chance in hell of winning this thing is Eli Hogan, son of the most boring man in sports entertainment, Hulk Hogan. Really, it's hard to explain how bad Eli really is, so just take a look at one of his promos, it will only take about 3 seconds, ahaha... Seriously though, you're even worse than your father, hell, even worse than your idiot brother who can't go 5 minutes without getting into a wreck.

There's a loud "oooo" heard from the crowd watching..

Eric Michaels: OK, that might have been a bit low, but hey, it's true. And finally, Lucifer Grimm. Hell, that dork didn't even mention after I tore his ass up so bad the last time, which is understandable. I'll have him running back to his lover, I mean manager, Chris Steel before you know it. And as for anyone else whom may enter, be ready for the same treatment everyone else will get. I don't care if you're black, white, tall, small, or even Jewish, no matter who or what you are, get ready to fall at the combat boots of Eric Michaels, because it's about fucking time I got some Goddamn gold.

Scene fades.

[dieslowdammit]

When we last left Brutality, it was following a very brief, very hurried promo to get back into the swing of things and possibly capture his first championship gold in the eWe on his re-debut. Despite the fact that he looks down to all of his opponents but Nero Phoenix, the fact that one of his on-screen appearances was so hurried bothered him. No one knew better than him that getting the momentum on your side via the limited T.V. time you’re allotted could make or break a match, regardless of whether your opponents were fit to lick your boots clean or not.

The scene comes in with Brutality standing by in the backstage area of the Final Cut arena. The room itself lacks a definitive name, but all of the eWe-Designated promo’s are cut here. In the back ground, there is a large door made of interlocking diamonds similar to that of a fence. Bracketed to it, slanted slightly for artistic use, is the eWe Final Cut logo. Standing before it, and nearly covering the logo is the 7’8 monster Brutality. This time, he is outfitted in the familiar faded denim jeans, a black band t-shirt, (lamb of God for the curious), and black leather motorcycle boots. Brutality’s arms are folded across his chest, the veins like serpents against his thin leathery flesh. The hairs on them are standing on end, and numerous muscles are protruding as if he’d spent the entire day lifting weights. His hair is dangling and moving slightly; failing to mask but merely shadowing the careworn face bottomed off by a thick, dirty blonde handle-bar mustache. His eyes, closed, as if he’s in a deep thought. He’s silent as well, contemplative, but bated breath breaks the silence slightly; giving an air of desperation to the scene. Slowly, but with a steady and confident voice, Brutality begins to speak.

Brutality: When I last left you… I had just finished ridiculing these ridiculous opponents I have for this match. However, I didn’t respect the fact that we have allotted times for a reason. These little, segments are supposed to give a back and forth insight into both the opponent, and the wrestler himself. You can learn much about yourself from these promos; and the fact that I hurried my last one shows that I wasn’t previously taking this match serious enough; bunch of rookies or not. The fact remains that, with strength in numbers, even midgets may topple a giant. Since this is not only my return match, but a title match at that, I feel that you, my opponents deserve a bit more insight into me, because many of you don’t realize the death trap you’re blindly walking into by going into this match.

Brutality opens his match, staring; eyes like embers in an autumn fireplace, into the open lense on the camera. His arms fall to his side, stretching the seam of his shirt against his physique. For effect, he begins to flex his pectorals in an alternating rhythm. He clenches his fists, arms giving a violent jerk as all the muscles engorge. He reaches up with his right hand, running his fingers through his neck-length hair and getting it out of his face.

Brutality: No… the last time we saw me on a televised promo spot, I hurried my way through it as fast as I could, looking down on every one of you. Make no mistake, simple opponents, I still look down on each of you with careless eyes, like a man about to step on a spider just to hear the crunch. However, I feel that, in my absence, many of you have forgotten what a destructive force Brutality really is. I think that, the few of you who know who I am, you feel I might have become less brutal in my time apart. As I hope to illustrate to you in full, living color; I have all but lost my brutality and my aggression in the ring. If anything, my aggression has heightened to cosmic proportions.

Brutality seems to mentally ready himself. He brings a closed left fist into and open right hand and pops the knuckles with his palm, each crunch sound like gunshots on the sound apparatus of the camera.

Brutality: First, I’ll touch on my new ass-clown opponent, the one; the only, Shaggy 2 Dope. Let’s all give this celebrity a round of applause.

Brutality stops, clapping slowly and monotonous at the camera. Each sounding like booming thunder against the barrier of silence.

Brutality: I had a feeling one of you idiots would enter this match, and christ I wish I’d been wrong. Why? Am I afraid of a six foot tall dumbass in clown paint? No, because no matter how awesome, no matter how phenomenal, no matter how ruthless you are, it’s impossible to find a challenge when facing a, and I quote… “wikket clown”. I scoff at you two, shouldn’t you be off stealing beats; getting into cat-fights with Eminem and rolling off a series of dick and fart jokes? So you’ve made it somewhere in the music business… big deal. So did Air Supply, and lord knows that band is about as talented as this kid I know named Jordan is at roleplaying… whatever the hell that is. Seriously, just because you two idiots have gotten in a few scuffles with the other “gangstas” on white-trash street and watched a few Hulk Hogan matches, you think you can get in the ring with the giants? Son, you don’t jump in the ring with Ali just cause you think you can box, boy, what the hell is your problem? I’m guessing you got dropped on your head a few too many times by your fellow Clown-painted wanna-be gangster friends. Maybe drank too much of that faygo eh? It’s called Mountain Dew bitch, get off the ghetto. Nah… am I sweating seeing you in the ring, Shaggs? Hell no. Seeing you in concert would be more dangerous. Better be drinking your Faygo and hitting the gym juniors, because when you get into that ring with me at Final Cut; it will be your final cut. And you can bank on that one junior.

Brutality closes his eyes, shaking his head as if this was a sad moment. He then reaches off camera; bringing up a copy of Brandon Lee’s “The Crow”.

Brutality: Now… Eric Michaels. I don’t know if all those anti-depressants you’re on have scrambled your brain… or if all that mascara and eye shadow has somehow transfused through the skin and drained into your bloodstream and you have a chemical buzz or what… but this… pic base? And this… Char mess? What is a char? Do you mean car? Cause I don’t have a car, I have a truck… a Flat black Dodge Ram with an extended cab… but to be honest, I don’t know what bearing that has on this match… but oh well. I suppose you must’ve cut yourself with a tainted razor blade or something, because I know there were a lot of words, but really and truly I barely heard any of them. Something about you wanting to jump guys who were shirtless and wear leather pants or something? Fair enough then man, your sexual orientation is your choice, I’ll have no judgment on that subject. All I’m concerned with, is your mental well being going into this match. See, the doctor tried to reason with you, and after asking me about my car, and then talking about some kind of… “pic base”… I can honestly say that your brain isn’t in the game, my friend. And since when did I describe my chest in any way? Man… I think you really might have voices in your head… and at least one of them is fabulous! And… these petty things Eric… my musical choices… what does any of this have to do with our match. To be frank, Eric, I get the feeling that you’re looking too much into my interests and not into my in-ring ability… which in a word worries and confuses me. You say that your bat represents your personality… so you’re a baseball fan? Come to think of it, bring the bat into this match kid, because it’s completely obvious that you’re going to need it.

Brutality rubs his chin, lips twisted into a sarcastic sneer.

Brutality: And we go on about my gimmick? No, that’s not a gimmick; my domination with pure power is what I do, it’s verbal, it’s not what I walk around doing to further some character. You, with your pretty makeup and your trench coats that somehow magically conceal baseball bats that are black and have words written on them. Those are marks of a gimmick. But what I do in the ring, Eric… all of that is just business. “Through Struggle” eh? I can dig it. Remember that when you’re struggling to make it through the match, Eric. Embed them into my brain, Michaels? If anyone needs that embedded anywhere, it’s you. Through Struggle… that’ll be my way of closing this statement then, my way of telling you to prepare for a brutal finish.

Brutality yawns, subtle tears and redness drawing to his eyes in the wake of his fatigue. He wipes them out of his eyes with the neck of his shirt.

Brutality: Now, Nero... I touched on you briefly last time, but this time, I believe I'll take my time and break you down. Nero, you and I have nothing in common whatsoever, besides a mutual respect as both superstars and athletes alone. You and I both know that it will come down to one of us in this match, but man, I can't help but wonder where your head is. Use it, Nero, use the anger and the frustration that your wife is bringing on you. Let every shot at any of us be her, Nero, let every kick be a free pass to getting a kid back, and let every slam be a victory in court. See, Nero, I marked out when I saw that you were in this match, I won't lie. Your accomplishments speak for theirself, so we won't cover them. But man, I think that you and I, true titans of the ring... we can take each other to knew levels. Never mind all these other rookies and useless kids in this match, Nero, because it's going to come down to you versus me. Really and truely this should have been a singles match, but I digress, BOTH of us are returning for this one. But Nero, that's why it has to be one of us, the two big men in the match duking it out. But Nero, you're going to have to bring your A Game. I want you at 100% and nothing below. And don't worry, Nero, when I win this match, you will get the first shot when I defend it, I'll make sure of it. Nero, you're going to have to get your head off of the things going on outside of the ring, or you're going to have to use it man. Because veterans like us, we can't afford to be second to trash the likes of this match holds otherwise. If you can't master your personal life then, well, Maybe stone cold will keep you on as a color commentator or something, god knows you'd be much better that the trash we have speaking on the weekly shows. Nero, I expect great things from you in this match, don't disappoint me; you and I both need this to get out of the minors and back into the big leagues bruh. May the best man win, Nero.

Brutality shifts his weight from the right side to the left, moving his fingers and getting the blood to flow better from the constriction that comes with having your arms vised in a bulging bicep.

Brutality: And alas, here's the part where you all can go to the bathroom, or take a nap. Now is the part where I talk down my other would-be competitors, the ones that just entered this match because they aren't good enough to actually be placed into a title match of any calibur. Lucifer Grimm... I've already spoken to you, and yet I've not seen you since. I'm sure that the monster is backstage somewhere, shaking in his leather boots in fear of a true monster, but Grimm, come sunday; tomorrow night to be exact. There ain't no escape other than elimination from the match. And to be frank, Lucy, this match is your only chance to make a name for yourself. A win in this match would allow you to add legends like Nero and Myself to the win column, so I know you're ready, right? You've been training, I know those muscles are sore, because man, you are going to need it. Same goes for you, Eli Hogan. To be honest, I can't even remember what you look like despite the fact that I watched your sad ass promo just last night, but it doesn't matter. I don't need to know your face, or your name even for that matter. All I gotta do is see you in that ring; and all of your problems will be over. It's a toss-up, really, between you and Grimm as to who will be eliminated first. Why don't you two just take care of yourself between the two of you, spare you the embarassment of being decimated right there at the beginning, because surely two trash paper superstars like yourself are so bad that you can cancel each other out and pull something acceptable out of your asses.

Brutality tilts his head back, as if there is something he's forgetting. He gets a brief look of surprise as he begins to speak, an air of finality in his tone.

Brutality: Oh! I almost forgot. Derrick "Sandman" Sanderson. Sorry man, too many good matches in my day to remember the likes of you off the top of my head. But really, what is there to say about you; you're useless from the top of your Ralph Lauren t-shirts to the bottom of your Tommy Hilfiger jeans; a pretty boy. Well son, we've already got one pretty boy in this match in Eric Michaels, so atleast you don't wear makeup. I haven't seen you reply to my last promo, Michaels, so I don't have a whole lot to go on in this match. All that you really need to know is this; stay out of the way, or eliminate yourself. This is mine and Nero's match, you and everyone else who's attempting a win at this title knows it, so you might as well just give it up while you're ahead. Quit. Because that girlfriend stealing "The Breakfast Club" attitude of yours won't get you anywhere with those ladies you profess to getting if your face is all smashed in and distorted. Prepare for a brutal finish, Sandy, cause you're gonna be giving the other opponents a lot of company in the ICU.

Brutality smiles; crossing his arms over his chest again. The scene begins to fade. Brutality turns on his heels, walking off into the distance, and the scene fades to black.

[Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson]

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson was all ready to go for his match dressed in his ring gear for the Pure Title Battle Royal, just a simple button down T-Shirt with some Shorts. He was hanging out in his lockeroom with his sister Jenna Sanderson as they watched new people enter into the battle royal and yet some old faces talk once again.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Never gets old, that Eric Michaels is one boring person to listen too. I think he put everybody backstage to sleep when he opened up his big fat mouth that needs to be shut, and only person that could actually do that is the one true man who will be winning the Battle Royal at the very end to claim the prize of the EWE Pure Championship and that's Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson.

Jenna Sanderson: This Battle Royal is getting huge Derrick, I don't think you can handle it Derrick.

Derrick looked at Jenna, he knew she was just joking around, and they both started to laugh.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Oh yeah, like I can't really handle being in the same ring with a clown that does dope, or a guy that thinks he's satan, or a goth who thinks he's better than I am and like to make fun of my mohawk just because he has nothing else to get pleasure aim at.

Jenna Sanderson: Pleasure aim? Sounds like it hurts.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: In the case for Eric Michaels/Damien Black, his mother, his dad, his fucking family, sure why the hell not for him, seems like that doucebag can't even get a win, just won against Dylan Styles because he was leaving EWE soon, and didn't even try that damn hard. You want to know why I'm so better than you are?

Jenna Sanderson: Tell em D.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Have you noticed since our debut, I've been later in the show, and you been at the beginning? I was a born to be made superstar, and the bosses already know I'm better than a piss-ant like you anyway who doesn't even deserve to be in the same ring with greatness such as Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson. Eric, you deserve to be shining my shoes before my match, hell, maybe I'll let you do that just to make you feel happy before I shove my foot up your ass and make you cry like the bitch you are.

Jenna Sanderson: Brutality entered the Battle Royal.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Who?

Jenna Sanderson: Brutality.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Who the fuck is Brutality?

Jenna rolls her eyes, she rewinds the tape from the part where Brutality was talking.

Jenna Sanderson: Him.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: The big nosed stupid looking motherfucker?

Jenna Sanderson: That's the one.

Derrick looked at Jenna and busted out laughing.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Come on, he's not going to be a that big of a problem for me. I'm stylish, and I'm awesome and he wants to hate me for that because he can't even do something like that and pull it off like I can because this chick magnet that every girl wants to fuck is already ontop of the world. I'm slowly climbing my way ontop of the place where I wanted to be and if I got to start off by winning that Pure Championship, then fuck, I guess that shit is about to be done.

Derrick got up from the chair he was sitting in.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: I don't give a flying fuck who you are. Tall, Short, Fat, black, white, yellow, green, big nosed, big ears, son of a legend, a has-been, satan, and people who are below me. You stand in my way of a win, so help me god I will beat your ass down and get my first EWE Title in the Pure Championship. You think you can steal this win away from me? Then you got another thing coming, you see, by tomorrow, I'll be one step closer where I want to be in gaining that Pure Title around my waist. One by one, whoever wants to fuck with me in the ring will get tossed over that top rope.

Jenna did the belt around the waist motion on Derricks' waist.

Jenna Sanderson: Your next Pure Champion right people.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: You damn right, and I noticed one of the insane clown posse guys entered.

Jenna Sanderson: Which one though? I didn't really get that part.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Who fucking cares, have both of them enter this damn thing, but I beat both of them will be too fucking high to even rememeber where the god damn ring is when it comes down to it. Hey Shaggy, just do use all a favor and die already, DOWN WITH THE CLOWNS, fuck em all, we don't need your kind all over that, or how about you go find Scooby and roll a blunt together, because we all know those scooby snacks aint real. I've heard this rumor backstage that ICP lost to Beavis & Butt-Head a few months back when Beavis & Butt-Head were signed to EWE.

Jenna Sanderson: Really?

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Yeah, and how the fuck do you guys let Beavis & Butt-Head..TWO FUCKING CARTOON CHARACTERS!! beat you? Can you explain that, that's anpther reason why clowns from Detroit suck ass, please, the entire state of Michigan sucks. You already got one clown in Eric who is a whiteboy but likes to talk like he's black from Detroit, and we got these two motherfucking wiggers who think it's awesome to bash to some gay ass shit. Insane Clown Posse are nothing but big fucking jokes. Shaggy, you think you can actually beat me, a guy who lost to Beavis & Butt-Head? You got to be kidding me, that's some funny ass shit right there.

Derrick just shook his head.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Don't even get me started on the wannabe Eli Hogan, he already knows how I deal with shit if you get in my way. How's Jessica doing their Eli? She alive, or just dead? Either way, I careless. Nero Phoenix, yeah, that washed-up has been, just another guy on the stepping stone for me.

Derrick flexed his muscles at the camera.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Honestly, do you really want to mess with this? I'm just too damn perfect to lose. I love lucy.

Jenna quickly cuts off Derrick.

Jenna Sanderson: HEY NOW! Don't be poking fun at that Tv show, it was good.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: I wasn't, Lucifer Grimm..I love lucy. Got it?

Jenna Sanderson: Oh, okay. Then continue.

Derrick *Sandman* Sanderson: Forget it now, I'll just save it for the ring. I'll be back in a few.

The scene faded out as Derrick quickly exited out of his lockeroom leaving Jenna their stratching her head.

[Nero Phoenix™]

Chapter II - Born Out Of Wedlock.