Sirens erupt from the screen and speakers….merging into the music.
Music then blares loudly…. The ‘Countdown to Armageddon” intro music..reveberates through the arena.
Pig iron enters, head down, in his trademark black hooded robe. Slowly he enters the ring over the top rope, and stands motionless in the center of the ring. He motions with his fingers towards Monroe…a mic is quickly brought to the ring and Pig Iron snatches it from his hand, and he heads back to the center of the ring head down…
Pig Iron: “You’re sniveling and annoying Monroe. A coward like Captain Howdy and his boy toy JLA. Wait, I smell something …it smells like crap… crappy wrestling entertainment. Like the Howdy/ Balls Nasty match. Fans want to revel in gladiatorial conquests of human will, see sweat dripping from the depleted- sinewy muscles of modern day warriors, and call out for the blood of men not fit to stand in the ring.”
Monroe: “ Wow, what a jerk…where’s he goin’ with this anyway?”
PI: “ Pipe down Monroe. This is my time..so shut your wretched trap before I give you a chair to those pearly whites. Anyway, I came here thinking I was going to be with the best. Instead I get a wall at every corner. Rigged matches, not getting a fair shake, and mostly being annoyed by the pathetic curmudgeons that the elitist corporation wants to push. The fans push the company, the fans cry out for who they want to represent them. The fans decide what is entertainment, and what is crap. Guess what? I ‘m a fan too, a fan of brutal matches and stories that will last for centuries like the struggles of greek heroes and demi-gods. I see few men here that can even remotely fathom or imagine the concept of becoming a legend. A hero rising by the will of the people, gathering strength from their combined belief, and translating that will into victory.”
Monroe: “ Hah, he’s lost it.”
PI: “ bring me tables, chairs, chains, hammers. Bring me real men with a desire to become legends. Bring them to the ring, let us duel in a conflict that will reverberate and echo through the crowds of the people for years to come. An event spoken of in reverence for it’s glory … Glory to all the men who sacrificed their bodies for the people. Everyday in this ring should be such a day. So come true men, any true warriors meet me here tonight. Come what may...I will vanquish all opponents, and carry the torch of the people like a beacon of hope, a hope for something other than this crap that the corporation feeds us all night after night. Bring me a sacrifice, give the people their willing body to be brutalized and torn asunder….Come and be judged by the crowd, anyone who is willing, all who are willing…let this be a night of glorious battle…”
Monroe: “ what is he a self-proclaimed revolutionary? This guy has truly lost his mind. He isn’t even that good.”
PI: “ Bring me anyone, everyone…the crowd desires adrenaline and feverish mania….”
