<...and is suddenly silenced. 'Let's Get it Started' hits again, but it isn't until the real Captain Sammitch steps out onto the ramp - in orange-and-black New Balances and orange jersey and warmups with black trim and numbers - that the crowd erupts into cheers...>
Captain Sammitch: Clever. I gotta hand it to you, Pig Iron, that was clever. But I must confess I'm a bit puzzled here. You think this is all
scripted?
<The crowd boos. Pig Iron just grins and nods...>
CS: You think I'm Paragon's lackey - and me and the others are just lapdogs on his leash?
<Pig Iron crosses his arms and nods again...>
CS: In that case, you must think this is all some sort of
game. In which case, you've got another thing coming.
Marcum: He
talks big, but we all know he's bluffing!
CS: Is that it? You think this is all a
game?!?
Monroe: I think by now we ought to know better than that, Madman.
CS: First of all, Paragon doesn't run this show. Your little
partner might've thrown a hissy fit because his
'friends' got confiscated, but you both should know that those who are willing to fight
fair have nothing to worry about. The Sudden Death Connection doesn't do what Paragon tells them to. The Sudden Death Connection does what's
right. And the Sudden Death Connection does what the
fans want!
<Sammitch pauses amid pops from the crowd...>
CS: You
talk like you and Darth and Grimm are somehow the
answer. But I gotta know - what the hell's the
question supposed to be???
<Laughter and scattered cheers from the crowd...>
CS: The truth is, I
respect your abilities. You've all proven what you're made of. But
I'm not afraid of you. I'm
not afraid of pain. That 'iron and steel' you talk about? If that's what you've been throwing at me all month...
I've had worse.
<Pig Iron's grin fades and he stares at Sammitch coldly...>
Monroe: Wow!
Marcum: Now I
know he's bluffing!
CS: The fact is, Pig Iron, you've already
been fighting me. You've already
been trying to wipe me out. And you've put up one hell of a fight! But guess what, Pig Iron...
<Pig Iron glares at Sammitch, waiting for him to finish his sentence...>
CS: I'm still here!
<Huge pops from the crowd...>
CS: You can do whatever you want to me, Pig Iron. You and Grimm and Darth and SPAMM and whoever else you wanna dredge up can do
anything you like to guys like me. But you'll
never be rid of us. Because as long as there are characters like you making trouble, as long as there's an RDCW that needs us to keep it alive, as long as there are
fans out there who pay good money to see something that might lift them out of the ordinary into something spectacular,
we'll be here! We'll be right here where we've always been!
<More cheers from the crowd...>
CS: You can point and laugh at me, my methods, my mannerisms... even the clothes I wear. But when you attack the organization I stand for, when you attack
my friends and the authorities that keep this organization going, when you attack
all these fans, that
we represent... you're treading on dangerous ground.
<Pig Iron is clearly not happy. He clenches the rope in front of him with white knuckles...>
CS: You think I'm
afraid to fight outside this ring? I've held the Hardcore belt before, Pig Iron, whether you were there to see it or not. And if you
question my ability to fight you off the mat, or with a weapon, or with other people in the way, you obviously require a
demonstration of how I came by that belt. If you
question whether what I am and what I do is
real, you obviously require a
demonstration of what I'm really made of!
Monroe: I don't think I've
ever seen Captain Sammitch like this!
Marcum: Chalk it up to brain damage!
CS: Tonight, Pig Iron, I'm going to give these fans a match they'll never forget. But I'm also going to give
you a match
you'll never forget! You say your weapon is
pain. But one thing you oughta know by now about pain... is that sooner or later it
ends.
Pain is temporary. What
I fight for
isn't. Weapons or not, in the ring or in the parking lot,
before the final bell or
after it,
win or
lose, I'm gonna be
right there. Why? Because anytime, anywhere...
Crowd: SUDDEN DEATH RULES!
<'Let's Get it Started' hits over the speakers and the crowd erupts in cheers as Sammitch tosses his mike to a security guard and heads backstage. Havoc fades to commercials...>
