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I Don't Think We're In Kansas Anymore.. Oh, We Are. My Bad.; EP KB EF RP!
Topic Started: Dec 17 2009, 07:52 PM (112 Views)
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VIVA LA RAINBOWLUTION!!!

Our scene opens on a full-length mirror, propped up against a dusty grey wall in a dimly lit room. Very little evidence is given of exactly what sort of room it is, but the atmosphere is certainly immediately very cold, and almost haunting. After a few moments, a figure steps into view of the mirror, his image reflected back at the camera via the smooth, unblemished glass. This figure is easily recognizable, and it is someone that CZW fans might not expect to see in an environment such as this one. He stands with his head bowed, the minimal light inside the room sufficient enough to highlight the bright green boas that line his otherwise matte black wrestling attire. Slowly, El Pablo lifts his head, and stares intensely at the mirror, as the moving images of a match set well back in CZW's past appear in the mirror, as if in some sort of hallucination.

Ace is up, but Leo Crow out of nowhere with a running knee-lift! The crowd responds with heat, but suddenly Pablo comes flying into the ring! MISSILE DROPKICK ON CROW! Covey hits the ring and SPEARS EP out of his boots as he stands! Ronnie in now and he clotheslines Covey, both going over the ropes to the outside! McNeil lifts Covey up, but Matt with a cheap-shot to the eyes! He whips Ronnie into the steel steps! McNeil is down! Fiscus is up now, but Ace out of nowhere with a kick to the gut…SIN CITY STRIKE! He makes the cover!

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Leo Crow slams the chair down onto the back of Ace! Ace rolls off in agony! EP up now, and Crow drops him down with a stiff shot to the head! Crow tosses the chair to the floor, shoving the referee aside as he tries to force Leo out. He picks up Ace, locking in an inverted facelock, moving him over the steel chair!

Plague of Crows!

Leo drills Ace into the chair with the inverted DDT as the crowd boos and even throw a few things! Leo just sits up, his hands folded in his lap as he looks at a prone Ace King, much like one would an interesting piece of art. Fiscus is up now, in his corner, and he tags in Covey who just made it back to their corner. Ace trying to stand, but he is quite dazed. Covey lets him have it, unloading on him with stiff right hands, beating him back to the ground! The crowd boos and Covey screams at them.

Covey: “BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS!!”

This generates even MORE heat, and ‘Bad Ass’ just laughs. He goes to pick Ace up, but Ace throws an uppercut…right to the groin!! Covey is caught completely off-guard, and the crowd loves it! Matt falls to his knees! Ace slowly making his way to the corner, the crowd urging him on! Finally he makes the tag to McNeil! Ronnie is in and he is on fire! Covey is up, but McNeil nails him with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! He turns as Fiscus rushes in, countering a clothesline into a full-nelson, and slamming him down!! The crowd goes ballistic for Ronnie McNeil! Leo Crow now in, but Ronnie catches him with a punch, and another! He rocks Crow against the ropes and picks him up in a fireman’s carry… DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!! McNeil to his feet and he is basking in the crowd’s cheers! Pablo comes in to help Ronnie out! McNeil with a companionable pat to EP’s shoulder…

FLAWLESS!!!!

The crowd is stunned, completely! McNeil grabs Ace who is just now getting to his feet… FALL FROM GRACE! Spinning reverse STO!! McNeil looks around at all other five men as they lay on the mat. He grins smugly and poses to the crowd, gaining a bit of heat, but also some fans that have enjoyed what he’s just done! Ronnie then hits the mat and rolls out, making his way to the back! Back in the ring, Alan Fiscus makes his way to his feet. He looks somewhat confused as to what has just happened, but he also sees that his opponents are down. He moves to the top rope, chair in hand…

STD!!

Alan Fiscus flies with the Sick and Twisted Dive, his Shooting Star Press, crashing onto Ace with the chair!! The crowd boos furiously, with a few scattered ‘HOLY SHIT!’ and ‘CZW!’ chants! Fiscus makes the cover. The referee is at a loss of what to do, but Covey is up, shoving the ref down and ordering him to make the count!

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Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners of the match, ‘Bad Ass’ Matt Covey, Leo Crow, and Alan Fiscus… ‘ANARCHY RISING!’”


Suddenly, EP snaps back into view, swinging a sledgehammer into the mirror, shattering the glass upon impact. He gazes at the bent and broken mirror for a few seconds, before turning to face in the opposite direction, where he finds himself staring at another mirror, similarly positioned on the opposite side of what is obviously a very small room. After a few moments, a similar phenomenon takes place, an old CZW match fading into view atop the glass.

EP runs at the corner and hits a front flip Rolling Thunder but finishes with a front slip baseball slide into the face of Alan who lies down motionless in the corner. EP now gets back up as he whips Matt into the ropes, EP jumps up hitting a flying head scissors as Matt Covey falls face first straight into the groin of Alan Fiscus. The fans go wild as Alan also jumps up, but not as excited as the fans. El Pablo then clotheslines Matt over the ropes…Alan gets up…Twist of Fate!

The fans are going ballistic as EP has the whole of Miami jumping up and down on their feet. El Pablo begins to ascend the turnbuckle, climbing straight to the top rope as he measures up Fiscus…

SMASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Matt Covey hits El Pablo with a steel chair while he was on the top rope, stopping all of his momentum. El Pablo sits down motionless on the top rope as Fiscus now gets back up…He climbs the ropes…

OVERTHROW OFF THE TOP ROPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT…

Ace now gets back up still dazed from before, blood pouring down his face…Matt Covey…Watch out!!!

MATT HITS ACE WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The fans are booing the crap out of Matt Covey now as he has both Steph and Sydney on both arms, walking around the outside laughing at all of the fans. Meanwhile inside the ring, Alan is making his way towards El Pablo, looking for a cover after that hellacious move off the top rope. The fans will EP on with all of their might…But Alan covers!!!

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NO…KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

XTC…XTC…XTC…XTC…XTC!!!!!!!

Unbelievably El Pablo gets the shoulder up barely. Matt Covey stops on the outside, his eyes are frozen, he looks shocked. He starts screaming as the fans are totally on FSG’s side. Matt Covey then picks up the chair from before and slides inside. He measures up El Pablo, then in one sick act, he starts swinging the chair into him, picking apart his bones. El Pablo screams in pain, blood flowing out of his head and his mouth. Matt now turns on Ace but suddenly the Gambler explodes with adrenaline as he flies off the ropes and…

FULL HOUSE INTO THE STEEL CHAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The chair connects off the head of Covey as he collapses to the ground and rolls out of the ring. Ace then notices Alan climbing back up as he measures the One Man Riot up…

BLACKJACK BOMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ACE KING…ACE KING…ACE KING…

Ace has just destroyed both Covey and Fiscus as the fans love every moment of it. He helps El Pablo up who looks a broken mess, but still…Some how…He gets to his feet. Not only that, Ace signals for El Pablo to fly…And this time connect. El Pablo rising up and climbs up the turnbuckle, managing to climb his way to the top even though his ribs and skull could be cracked. El Pablo measures Alan up…Ace passes him the steel chair…

STEEL ELBOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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THE LIGHTS TURN OUT!

MATT STYLEZ…MATT STYLEZ…MATT STYLEZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As the lights turn back on…Matt Stylez stands in the middle of the ring, a sledgehammer in hand. Ace and EP have not noticed him yet, but the fans are shocked, most of them boo loudly, Ace and EP turn around…

CRASH…SMASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stylez takes both El Pablo and Ace King down with one shot from the sledgehammer each. The blood flows down both their faces…severely. Alan Fiscus gets up, Matt Covey too as Alan covers Ace King…

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PINFALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TOWERS: Here are your winners and NEW GLOBAL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…ALAN FISCUS & MATT COVEY!

The fans are shocked as they watch their heroes get destroyed in the center of the ring by Anarchy Rising…Alan Fiscus and Matt Covey now are the new Global Champions. Covey and Fiscus roll out of the ring, looking hurt but still able to hold the Title up into the air aggravated the crowd. Steph and Sydney accompany them out, both with grins on their faces, showing their Titles to the cameras.


Once again, EP swings the hammer, shattering the images of a second painful defeat at the hands of Alan Fiscus. Continuing the theme, however, he finds himself facing a third mirror, situated a couple of feet away from the first. Once again, archive footage slowly comes into view.

Fiscus takes just a moment to compose himself and then grabs Pablo and hooks in an inverted facelock, quickly dropping to one knee, and driving his other knee into EP’s spine! Alan now moves to the table and begins to set it up! He does so and then moves back to El Pablo who has gotten up to a knee. Pablo counters with a gut-punch! And another! And a third! The crowd roars behind him as he gets to his feet and hits the ropes for momentum! He comes back leaping with a flying lariat, but Alan ducks, pulling the ropes down and letting Pablo fly over to the outside! Again the place fills with boos as Fiscus gets back up and moves to the outside. He grabs a chair and tosses that into the ring. He then moves to EP and picks him up, whipping him hard into the barricade! He then goes and picks up the large section of steel steps and raises them high overhead! The crowd jeers him loudly as he moves towards EP, but Pablo reacts first, kicking Alan square between the legs! Fiscus’ legs buckle and he falls to his knees, the stairs falling from his grasp and ON TOP OF HIM! He lies, clutching his head and groin in pain!! EP grimaces in pain but rolls into the ring and grabs the chair that Fiscus had tossed in. He moves back to the ring apron and raises it high as the crowd cheers, and then he leaps!! STEEL ELBOW TO THE OUTSIDE!! BOTH MEN LIE IN A HEAP!!

Minutes later and EP is finally starting to stir, pulling himself up with help from the guardrail as the crowd chants his name! He drags Fiscus over to the ring and rolls him in, sliding under the rope and making the cover!

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3!!-NO!!! Alan JUST getting a shoulder up, much to the crowds chagrin! Pablo up and shaking his head, pulling Fiscus to his feet. He eyes the table at the far end of the ring and looks back to Alan angrily. He pulls him over near the table and goes to set him up for a powerbomb! Fiscus struggles and blocks, sliding out of the move and lifting EP up! DEATH VALLEY DRIVER OUT OF DESPERATION! Both men are down! Fiscus crawls over and makes the cover!

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3!! NO! PABLO WITH THE SHOULDER UP THIS TIME!! The fans go crazy! Alan slowly moving to his feet! Syd slides him a chair and he moves to the top! Pablo is out! Fiscus measures him and leaps with the chair!! STD!!! WITH PROTECTION!!

PABLO MOVES!!!!

The fans cheer loudly as ‘The One Man Riot’ crashes and burns onto his own steel chair! They will EP to get back into the fight as he struggles to get to his feet! He looks to the crowd, and then back to the table that still stands set-up! They roar in approval and EP slowly drags Fiscus towards it. He place him slowly onto the table and then makes his way to the top turnbuckle, clearly in pain! He makes it to the top and looks to be going for the Pablo Splash! Just as he prepares for lift-off Sydney Vicious jumps onto the apron, grabbing Pablo’s foot! The crowd buries her with heat as she keeps him tied up, and suddenly and with NO remorse EP looks to have had enough! He spits on his hand…

SLAAAAP!!

The entire arena erupts as EP BITCH-SLAPS Sydney, knocking her off the apron! He prepares to jump again, but this time it’s Stephanie who stops him! He doesn’t even wait this time.

SLAAAP!!!

Another slap and another bitch goes down! Out of nowhere, though, Fiscus pops up from the table and hops to the second turnbuckle! He grabs EP and…

OVERTHROW FROM THE TOP ROPE THROUGH THE TABLE!!! The arena is filled with deafening boos as Fiscus falls over EP!

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Fiscus rolls away slowly, and his red-cheeked valets rush to him, holding their faces. They carry the Global belts with them as the trio makes their way back to the back. Pablo pushes back the referee as he moves to attend to him, slowly pulling himself from the wreckage of the table on his own, the crowd cheering for him as he makes his way slowly to his feet.


SSSMMMAAASSSHHH!!!

Another hammer strike, another new mirror.

In the ring now, Fiscus and El Pablo stand side by side, shouting at Grantham to get inside. Slowly Eric Collum begins to stand in front of both Fiscus and El Pablo who notice. Alan grabs Collum as he tells Grantham to get inside the ring for Eric’s sake, but still, he makes no movement. Alan and El Pablo now look at each other as in to say, ‘lets team up’.

Alan lifts Eric up onto his shoulders as El Pablo climbs the top tope, looking at Grantham before diving off with a dropkick to the face of Collum who drops to the ground. Alan now picks him up and starts stomping away at him in the corner. Fiscus now begins to hit Collum in the forehead, digging his knuckles into his flesh, causing his head to bleed, the bruised bloody Collum still tries to stand up as Fiscus hit’s an Overhead Belly to Back suplex. El Pablo meanwhile is on the top rope as he hit’s an Asai Moonsault landing dangerously on Eric Collum.

Alan Fiscus now picks up the near lifeless body of Eric as he locks him up…

OVERTHROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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TOWERS: The twelfth elimination : ERIC COLLUM!

Eric rolls out of the ring as El Pablo leans over the ropes, shouting at Grantham who keeps to the outside still. Suddenly Alan Fiscus clobbers Pablo around the back of the head, then turns him around to hit yet another OVERTHROW…this time on the unaware El Pablo.

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TOWERS: The thirteenth elimination : EL PABLO!


The camera pulls towards one of the far edges of the room as EP swings the hammer again, adding yet another coating of glass to the cold concrete floor. He looks around at the damage, as a voice calls out from off-camera.

KB: Hey, EP!

EP looks up as his long-term tag partner, Krimzon Blaze, steps into view, also dressed in his usual attire. KB takes a quick look around at the broken mirrors and broken glass, before looking at EP with a quizzical expression.

KB: What are you doing in here? And what's with all the broken mirrors?

EP smiles at his partner.

EP: Ah, well.. it's a physical representation of the bad luck I've suffered in all my matches against Alan Fiscus thus far.

KB: I see..

EP: Yep. And this is just the matches I've lost! I haven't even got around to Michael..

Suddenly, EP turns, superkicking a fifth mirror into oblivion, before nonchalantly turning back to KB.

EP: ..Myers.

KB tilts his head, looking up towards the ceiling. The camera follows suit, revealing the two to be stood inside some sort of tower, the walls stretching up into perhaps infinite darkness.

KB: Did you have to do this in such a spooky place?

EP: Yeah, man! This room is one big metaphor.

Suddenly, a black cat brushes past KB's legs, causing the Aerial Specialist to nearly jump out of his bright red wrestling boots.

KB: HOLY.. a black cat?

EP: Yes indeed. Not only that..

EP gestures over KB's shoulder, and when KB turns round, he sees a large ladder, set up over the door through which he entered the room. He turns back round, with a slight shake of the head, and spots a still-intact mirror positioned against the far wall just behind EP.

KB: Riiiight.. So, what's that mirror for?

EP turns round, and looks back at KB with a grin as he makes his way over to the mirror.

EP: Ah! THIS mirror.. is yours.

A smile spreads across KB's face.

KB: Now I see why you invited me down here.. Elimination Chamber, I'm guessing?

EP nods, and KB steps forwards, warming himself up for a little bit of psychological payback. As he stretches, EP picks up the sledgehammer.

EP: You wanna use the hammer? Or would you prefer to use your face again?

KB scowls at EP, who just smiles wrily at his El Fuego compadre.

EP: I could put the mirror on the floor? Make it a bit more familiar?

Still KB scowls.

EP: ..Come on, it beats title-reign jokes!

EP tosses KB the hammer, KB catching it with one swift movement as he now looks dead into the mirror, the glass reflecting The Aerial Specialist's attire as well as the hammer now seemingly lodged into KB's hand. The images begin flooding back to Re-United We Stand's Main Event World Title Elimination Chamber Match.

Fiscus relishes the fright that the fans are showing, as Blaze has no fight left. Alan now places Blaze’s face over a mountain of broken shards. Fiscus licks his lips as the fans begin to plead with Alan not to continue…however the demonized Fiscus has one thing in mind…

Masters: Bloody hell Jarred, he is planning a CURB STOMP…INTO THE SHARDS OF GLASS!!!

Daniels: WHAT A SICK AND TWISTED INDIVIDUAL.

Masters: BLAZE IS GOING TO NEED SURGERY AFTER THAT ONE!

Masters: OVERTHROW!!!! AND HITS IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Daniels: No kicking out of that. And we thought it may be the passing of the flame. Fiscus just put that flame out with his icy cold ways.

Masters: Never take your eyes of Fiscus, he is a rattlesnake!

Daniels: And these fans are literally in shock, some tears, Krimzon Blaze has been eliminated.

ELIMINATED: KRIMZON BLAZE


SMAAASSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH

The pieces littering the others now as KB looks at the glass, the horrible images of what happened inside that Chamber all flooding through his mind once more as he sees himself with the scars of battle still open on his face. KB then looks back up at EP.

KB: You know, that actually made me feel a WHOLE lot better, considering I was picturing Alan's face on this here mirror, where he should be, BROKEN...

EP: Super Serial!

KB: Hey now! I'm being serious... All of my life, I've been beaten, battered, torn, uplifted, downplayed, and all for the sake of being World Heavyweight Champion... My time isn't here and maybe it is a good thing for now... But you just wait Alan Fiscus, I will have my damn revenge!

KB then throws the hammer down onto all the glass once again as more and more shards start breaking away from one another as KB then looks back up at EP.

KB: What do you suppose our compadre Matt Covey is up too?

EP: Eh, I figure he's probably drinking the night away and feeling up hookers for kicks.

KB: You figure? Come on now! A snake may shed its skin, but he's still as dangerous... Speaking of which, whom do you suspect the "mystery partner" could be? And another damn thing... Why in the blue hell is Finch wrestling again? BAH!! I'm through with all the questions, I want to beat some faces in, and that means _YOU_ Alan!

KB looking dead center into the camera with a finger pointing in a heavily state of mind as EP attempts to calm down his compadre and El Fuego tag-team partner.

EP: Woahhhhh there, Nelly! One question at a time, eh?

First up, Covey.. Now, I know I helped him out a couple of months back when he nailed himself to the proverbial cross, but believe me, I still trust him about as far as the distance between two sides of a set of ring ropes!

Having said that, if there's one member of this roster I'd want on my side in a bid to end my hoodoo against Alan Fiscus, it's Matt Covey. Now I know that's not a particular priority of his, I'm sure he couldn't give two shits about how often Alan's beaten me.. in fact, he was involved in 90% of those wrongdoings himself.. but I'm willing to bet his lust for violence is gonna be a little more focused than normal this week. Because, knowing how badly Covey wants to get his hands on Fiscus, can you imagine the humiliation inside his head if he were to lose? Particularly if said defeat were to come as a result of him getting carried away and beating up on his own team-mates?

Besides, all the shit he's done to us during his time here, shit he's never really been paid back for..


KB: ..well, you did force him to marry Jena Cyde..

KA-CAWWWWWWWW!!!

EP and KB look up as the unmistakeable cry of a raven echoes through the room.

KB: Where'd you get a raven?

EP: Hmm? Oh, no.. that was Leo Crow.

The camera pans round, revealing a small dumpster positioned in the dankest, darkest corner of the room. Slowly, the peroxide-blonde dreadlocks adorning the head of former CZW Superstar Leo Crow appear from inside the refuse receptacle.

LC: Pain is
The very essence of my being
Cold, dark
Irreverent
Consuming
Perrenial nothingness is a bungalow
In which those unsighted do dwell.


EP: Hell yeah it is!

EP gives Leo a thumbs up, before turning back to KB, who just stares ahead blankly, as if he's blown a fuse.

EP: ..Anyway, a marriage to Jena, as HORRIBLE a concept as that might be, doesn't even BEGIN to make up for all the torture Covey put Team XTC through way back when. Do you really think he's gonna risk re-opening that can of worms, particularly when there are already three people in that match looking to tear him limb from limb?

Call me crazy, but I'm willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.


KB can't help but agree to that last statement.

KB: Yeah, you know though... It would however put a gigantic smile on my face to see Covey torn limb from limb, beaten from pillar to post, decomposed, taken out, destroyed---

EP stops KB mid-sentence.

EP: I think I get the point KB...

KB stops himself from continuing any further as he now looks at his Team XTC wristband, wearing it with pride.

KB: I think its about time we show what tag-team wrestling is all about... The dynamic and often replicated duo of El Fuego, complete with The Bad Ass Assassin himself, as we go to war with Alan Fiscus, Frank Finch, and their soon-to-be-revealed Mystery Partner... Whom do you think it could be?

EP: Well, if you ask me, the answer's pretty obvious..

KB cocks his head to the side.

KB: It is?

EP: Yeah!

KB: Explain.

EP: Well, think about it. Alan's not exactly the most popular guy in the locker room, right?

KB: Right.

EP: But, Frank Finch certainly has a few connections, what with him being more renowned for his day job as a commentator than his actual wrestling ability.

KB: Yeah.. wait, Frank Finch is a wrestler?

EP: Apparantly so. *shrugs*

KB: I don't understand though.. what does CZW wrestler Frank Finch's job when he's not being a CZW wrestler have to do with him finding a wrestling partner to wrestle alongside CZW wrestlers Frank Finch and Alan Fiscus in a wrestling match at this week's Combat Zone Wrestling event?

EP: Come on, man! CZW employee.. outside the traditional "wrestling circles".. not much first-hand exposure of what an asshole our beloved World Champion is..

KB: ..Ryan Lewis?

EP: KB! It's obviously Jarred Daniels!

KB: Daniels?! Come on now... Who better then to step into the ring with Finch and Fiscus then the almighty Jarred Daniels! Hell, I just find this whole "mystery partner" to be a little bit over our heards though... It could be just about anyone, even though the Champ doesn't have many friends backstage... But I have to wonder... Could he bring back a former World Champion... A former ally in that long war with the now defunct Upstarts... *GASP!*

EP: What?

KB looks at EP with wide eyes as it slowly starts creeping into EP's mind about who it could potentially be... They both look at the camera simultaneously and say the same thing...

KB & EP: MATT STYLEZ?!?!

KB: Oh the humanity!! If anyone in CZW needs to be saved, its Alan Fiscus for that huge overblown ego he's lugging around...

EP: That and the World Championship..

KB: Yeah, I still haven't forgotten what happened to me that night at Re-United We Stand... As I'm sure you can relate as well with the loss that night too...

EP: Yeah I can, I know I care not to think about it...

KB: Don't we all?

KB and EP then look downwards toward the floor, at the same time with hands on their hips, except KB has a hand on his chin in a thinking mode. Suddenly, the sound of creaking metal can be heard, and the camera pans round to show Leo Crow peering out from the dumpster again.

LC: Darkness. Obscurity. Gloom. Murk. Mirk. Night. Blackness. Gloominess..

EP: You said i-wait, are you just reading the dictionary?

LC: Thesaurus, BIATCH!

Leo retreats back inside the dumpster once more, and the camera swings back to El Fuego, who remain in the same pose as before, but with a raised eyebrow each.

EP: ANYWAY.. You know, it really doesn't matter WHO Alan and Finch manage to rope in as their partner. Covey and Alan are gonna be so eager to rip each other's throats out that they might not even make it to the ring, which leaves you and I to take on Frank Finch and A.N.Other. And, let's be honest, as determined as Frank Finch is to let everyone know that he IS a genuine, real-life wrester, honest guv'na.. he's had, what, two matches here? He's lost both of them, and one of them was to yours truly, the Five Star Superstar himself. So, there's really no reason why you or I can't take care of Captain Chaffinch. Remember, all the natural or finely-toned wrestling talent in the world counts for jack-shit.. if you can't catch your opponent in the first place.

EP winks at KB, who stands with a big grin, rubbing his hands with glee.

KB: Yup... All the talent, All the glory, All the fame that Finch and Fiscus have led themselves to hold is obviously nothing compared to the team of El Fuego... I mean, sure... We lost truckloads of blood, been beaten to near death time and time again, I was piledrived from the ring apron to the floor, getting a curb stomp into glass, had to be dragged out of the arena time and time again, but I keep fighting and nobody is gonna stand in my way!

EP just stands there with agreement written all over his face.

EP: You ready to do this?

KB: Your damn straight I am!

EP: THEN LET'S f**kING GO! EL FUEGO, AWAYYYYY!!!

EP stands with his fist outstretched in front of him, and a leg outstretched behind, in your typical "Superman" pose. He stands, frozen, for a good 10 seconds, while KB looks at him with hands on hips, a puzzled - yet amused - expression on his face.

KB: ..So.. are we going?

EP returns to a more neutral position.

EP: Yeah, we'll probably just walk. A'ight..

The two turn and make their way towards the exit.

EP: Take care, Lion.

LC: IT'S LEO CROW!!!

El Fuego step through the door onto a city street bathed in bright midday sunshine. They each take a quick look in either direction, before KB turns to face EP.

KB: So, which way's Kansas?

EP looks around, and spots a sign attached to the wall just beside them. He walks over and takes a look:

YELLOW BRICK ROAD

EP smiles, and shakes his head as he turns to face KB.

EP: I'm guessing this way.

EP makes his way down the street, and KB jogs up alongside him, the camera staying still and watching as the two make their way towards the horizon.

KB: We're off to see the Wizard..

EP: Stop it.

The scene fades to black.
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