RKMBs Forums .::Important::. RDCW Havok-Stairway to Hell

*An explosion lights up the entranceway as flames go off in the Cheesedome.

Monroe: Oh my!

MarcuM: It's the terrorists! We've been hijacked!

Monroe: Get back up here, you moron!

*"Lords of Salem" plays as Grimm heads out onto the entrqanceway, mic in hand. The flames begin to die down as Grimm readies himself to speak.

G: I am the Devil. . .

*The crowd goes wild in anticipation. . .

G:. . .and I am severely disappointed with the so-called RDCW superstars tonight!

*A hush goes over the crowd as Grimm continues.

G: I remember a time when people beg, fought, screamed, and bleed just for a spot on Havok!!!!!! A time when we fought like dogs just for a chance to get a match!! Any match! Against anybody! It didn't matter!

*The crowd explodes. They remember too as the "RDCW!" chants begin!

G: I remember a time when we didn't have enough room on the cards to fit people on a two hour show!

Monroe: Do you remember that, Madman?

MarcuM: I sure do!

G: So I arrive here tonight for the Stairway to Hell match, ready, willing, and able to finish what we started last week, and what do I find?

Crowd: What?!

G: Don't start that.

Crowd: What?!

G: I said don't. It's really fucking annoying. What I find is a locker room full of gutless pansies!! I look around. King Snarf likes to say he's the greatest RDCW Champion ever. Excuse me "greatest RDCW Champion" but maybe you should stop working on your American Idol audition tapes and concentrate more on winning matches! We've got unfinished business, Snarf. I haven't forgotten. The clock is ticking for you.

What else do I see? I see Captain Sammitch wringing his hands in nervous anticipation of the carnage that will happen tonight. Sammitch, it's time for you to man up! You've always said you wanted the belt. Prove it. Step up and fight for it with everything you've got. Let's see if you've got the testicular fortitude.

Who else did I see? I saw Spandex Monkey Man trying to figure out which way his mask goes on before he and his little playmates got lost in the basement!

I saw Charlie, the so-called Million & Pitbull sitting around counting Monopoly money and attempting to tell one of our interns how great he is! A little piece of advice, Charlie. You can't talk or buy your way out of this match tonight. Just like Sammitch, it's time for you step up or step off.

I didn't see Ghost Hog. In fact, no one's seen him since last week. Maybe he's still playing bondage games with Jeremy!

*The crowd and Monroe laugh at this.

MarcuM: That's fucked up. That ain't right.

G: Which brings me to the West Side Rollers. They got just a little bit of a taste of payback last week. All of a sudden, they don't wanna play no more! All of a sudden, they don't care about redecorating or making silly little movies! All of a sudden, they don't care about the Stairway to Hell! What's the matter, boys? Don't have the stones to finish what you've started? Don't worry, your old buddy Grimm gonna take you down the last mile. Once you've sold your soul to the devil, you can't buy it back.

*Crowd starts to cheer as Grimm shakes his head no.

G: Don't cheer. Don't cheer for what I'm about to do tonight. For it will be nothing short of illegal. Blood will spray. Bones will break. Skulls will be crushed.

I just have one final piece to say tonight. Joe Mama, do not tempt me. You know better than anyone what I am capable of when I set my sights on something. You know that I can take that belt that you hold in such high regard away from you any time I want to.

When the time comes, you and I will finish what we started once and for all. Only one of us will walk away on that day. But right now. . .

*Grimm pauses and looks towards the back for a moment.

MarcuM: Right now what? What, dammit?!

Monroe: Shush!

*Grimm turns back towards the crowd and resumes his thought.

G: Right now there's someone keeping that from happening. So you enjoy holding onto that belt and lording it over the rest of these jabronis while you can. Because I have my sights set on other prey tonight.

* Grimm throws down the mic and it explodes as the fire reignites. The fire slowly dies back down to reveal Grimm has vanished.

Monroe: Who is he talking about, Madman? Who could possibly keep those two from killing each other long enough to co exist?

MarcuM: I don't know, but it's got to be someone with a lot of power!

*Fade to commercial*