Sirens erupt from the screen and speakers….merging into the music.
Music then blares loudly…. The ‘Countdown To Armaggedon” intro music blares through the arena.
Pig Iron enters the Cheesedome, head down, in his trademark black hooded robe grabbing a mic from Marcum along the way. He stares at Marcum, Marcum backs up in his chair..security then surrounds Marcum and Monroe, and Pig Iron enters the ring.
Music stops…..
Marcum: this guy really is a bit off.
Monroe: You think? A Texas Death Match with Grimm, he’s nuts.
Pig Iron: “ It’s been a while since I have spoken. I’ve been in jail, in chains, sprayed with water hoses, and I’ve been hounded by security at every step. I can’t even wrestle this week. This is all because of the corporation. The script writers and the fat cats are sitting upstairs right now smoking cigars, drinking bourbon, and making the RDCW girls give them massages. It’s all a big scam, and they’re robbing, stealing from you…the fans. “
Marcum: Hah, he doesn’t even know what he’s talking about.
PI: “ I’ll tell you one thing…one thing I know. I’m starting a revolution. Real wrestling, real excitement, unscripted brutality, and it’s for you. The fans deserve our bodies, our minds, or dedication to excellence. You people pay me, not the corporation. You pay me to do something I’d do for free. I couldn’t come out here earlier with Grimm…when he was throwing down the smack, because of security. But I’ll tell you this security better be nowhere near us come Summerscam or they’ll get sweet lead pipe to the cranium. Grimm and I will have a match…A Texas Death Match to the count of ten. It will be glorious. It will be an orchestra of blood and a ballet of bruised and battered bodies. I promise the fans this. This match will be worth the price of admission, you will not be cheated or let down by the corporate suits and playboy faces. This is real.”
Monroe: He has lost his mind. Does he know who pays his bills? He can’t talk about his bosses that way.
Marcum: He sure is trying to suck up to the fans.
PI: “ I don’t do this out of hate for Grimm, he knows it’s the battle…the call of true wrestlers and warriors. The fans deserve someone they can count on, depend upon, Grimm accepted the challenge and created the match. He is a modern day gladiator, and we will let you, the crowd, decide if it shall be mercy or death, thumbs up or down. Ancient , debauched Rome will never have seen a match like this, and neither have you, the frenzied fans. Grimm has earned my respect, but not my mercy, because the crowd will decide when it is over, ten count or not. “
Monroe: This doesn’t sound good. He sounds like…he means it.
PI: “ Grimm was right you know. Things will never be the same again. It’s ironic that security is here right now protecting the precious corporate tools. Because after Summerscam there will be no security…for anyone. And irony is a dish best served cold.”
Marcum: “ My God, he has lost his mind, did you even follow half of that?”
Monroe: “ He lost me at corporate sumthin’. He is dangerous..that’s for sure.”
*PI exits music playing and security surrounding him…
