Generals gathered in their masses
just like witches at black masses
evil minds that plot destruction
sorcerers of death's construction
*The Doctor appears on the ramp with mic in hand. Grimm looks annoyed by the interruption but waits as the GM makes his way into the ring.*
To start off with, I have to thank you, Grimm, for taking over the role of GM while I was away. I hope you enjoyed your short reign, because.... well, things are about to change for you. You see, unbeknownst to everyone else, I was not simply taking time off to lay back in some resort or fancy hotel. I was on what is referred to as a working vacation.
I began to realize that I didn't know too much about the wrestlers on my roster. I don't know where the Captian of Outer Space gets his saucer's oil changed. I'm not aware of BSAMS's favorite color. Hell, I don't even know what sex Son of Mxy is! So I decided to take some time away from the book and the arena to do some digging on the men and women of the RDCW. And the first name on my list was yours.
*Grimm crosses his arms and wait for an explaination.*
Grimm, I want to take you and all of the fans here in the Cheesedome on a little trip back in time. Come with me. It's 1992. There is no RDCW. The Hellions haven't formed for their first rampage through wrestling's tag team ranks. Nowhereman doesn't exist. Even the beast known as Grimm doesn't exist. But there is a seventeen year-old young man by the name of Larry Grimmonowski who has stolen his grandfather's Plymouth. Instead of going to his high school prom, he drives over a hundred miles to Bogalusa, Louisiana to an outlaw wrestling promotion. With big dreams of fame and fortune, he steps into the square cirlce for his first match. He had no money for boots or fancy ring gear. Just his workboots and an old pair of jeans. A curtain jerker who the promoter had billed as The White Trash Kidd. He stepped into that ring and faced another newcomer to the business. A man who not only defeated him that night, but every Saturday night for the next two months. This man might have continued to hand young Larry his ass over and over again had he not been arrested and sent to the state penn for the illegal transport, selling, and use of livestock.
You see, Grimm, the question I had to ask myself was this: Could Larry Grimmonowski twelve years later face the very same man he was never able to pin? Can Grimm finally beat the long standing black smudge on his career?
*Grimm shakes his head in disbelief.*
Grimm: No. No, I heard he was dead. He was working in laundry.... a horrible accident.... the spin cycle.....!
The Doctor: No, Grimm, he is alive, well, and a free man in just under two weeks. With me being the charitable man I am, I have decided to assist a reformed man rejoin society. Waiting for him outside those barb wired fences and gun towers will be waiting a limo and a plane ticket to here, Roboken and the Cheesedome. So you can put the moth balls back into your dad's old church suit *(point to Grimm's outfit)* pocket and hang it back in the closet. It's time for you to pull out those ring boots and gear.
*Turns to the audience.*
The Doctor's back in the dome and in charge with the promise that the new year is going to be pure Havoc!
*Music hits as The Doctor leaves a visibly angered Grimm standing in the ring.*
