*"We Will Rock You" blasts over the speakers and PenWing walks out to the top of the ramp, the crowd cheering as he raises the Hardcore Porn Belt in his right hand, and his Sherwood in his left. He walks down down the ramp and enters the ring, placing his belt over his shoulder before taking the mic.*

A couple of weeks ago, Louie Bastardo approached me, and asked me to join his family.

*The crowd boos.*

He told me that he could make big things happen for me.

*The crowd boos a little louder.*

I told him...NO!

*The crowd cheers even louder than when PenWing made his entrance.*

Admit it, you all thought I told him yes. You can't help wondering what's going on in my head. You don't understand how I can continue to stand with Meeko and Sammitch, how I can continue to back them up when they won't let me in.

It comes down to one little word.

Trust.

I trust Meeko and Sammitch. And I trust them to be the future of the RDCW.

Louie Bastardo thinks he's the future? If he's the future, then how come his enforcer is the same whiny copycat whose ass I personally handed back to more times than I care to remember!?

*More cheers from the crowd.*

I've said it before, we are living in overtime. Sudden Death can occur at any moment. Tonight, the IC title is up for grabs in a Triple-Double Decker Cage Match. Both myself, and Captain Sammitch, have been invited to participate. I won't lie. I want that title. But some things are more important than championship gold...

Like kicking the High Holy Hell out of Chris Oakley and the Bastardo Family!

*The crowd roars.*

Oakers, before, you and I had bad blood. But now, joining up with someone who has no understanding of the words friendship, loyalty and trust, you've just painted a big target on your ass. Tonight, it doesn't matter so much who wins the IC belt, as who doesn't. Tonight, I will do everything in my power to make sure the Bastardo Family does not get that title. Tonight, Oakers, I'm going to lay the High Holy Howe on you!

*The crowd errupts in cheer as PenWing throws the mic down and snaps his Sherwood in two over his leg. His music hits and he heads up the ramp, giving the pieces of his stick to a couple of kids in the crowd as he exits.*

Last edited by PenWing; 2004-11-10 7:17 PM.
<sub>Will Eisner's last work - The Plot: The Secret Story of the Protocols of the Elders of Zion
RDCW Profile

"Well, as it happens, I wrote the damned SOP," Illescue half snarled, "and as of now, you can bar those jackals from any part of this facility until Hell's a hockey rink! Is that perfectly clear?!" - Dr. Franz Illescue - Honor Harrington: At All Costs

"I don't know what I'm do, or how I do, I just do." - Alexander Ovechkin</sub>