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A night of firsts ...

Mister Dread

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::FADEIN on the interior of the Basham-Schultz Wrestling Academy, a nondescript gym in an unknown Midwestern location. The squat and unremarkable structure is the training ground of “The Wolf” Chris McMillan. The camera pans the modestly equipped gym before zooming in on the ring. Slumped in the corner, his back resting against the lower buckles is McMillan, a towel draped over his head. He speaks quietly, his face shadowed and nearly completely hidden beneath the towel.::

THE WOLF: Last night, at Zero Hour, Bryan Storms came to the ring with all the fire and intensity that he said he would. He went toe-to-toe with me, and he was able to accomplish something that only a handful of wrestlers in the world have been able to do … he pinned me clean in the center of the ring.

THE WOLF: I meant it a few weeks back when I said that I pay close attention to every word, Brian. I listened well when you told me that my overconfidence would be my downfall, and perhaps you were right. Right or wrong, though, you have the title gold around your waist, and all I have is a headache, a stiff neck, and an appointment to have my knee scoped yet again.

THE WOLF: Storms, you deserved every cheer that went up for you last night. You deserve every bit of prestige, every bit of honor, every bit of recognition, and every single dollar that being in the possession of that World Title belt can bring you. You have shown everyone that you possess the strength to face and overcome your demons, and you used that strength, that power that comes when there’s nothing left to fear to win the World Title last night. You also showed me something very important.

THE WOLF: Let me explain. Last night was a night of firsts. The first MCW Pay-Per-View. We saw the crowning of the first MCW North American champion, and of course, we saw a World Champion for the first time since MCW re-opened its doors. We saw Adam Benjamin’s first show of real class at the end of the night last night. We also saw the first time ever that I used a chair against a man in violation of the rules.

THE WOLF: I’ve been in this business for close to ten years. For the last six of them, I’ve wrestled for promotions through ought the continent. I’ve had cage matches. I’ve had ladder matches. I’ve fought parking lot brawls, no DQ, table matches, dog collar matches, even Japanese death matches. I’ve used ladders, chairs, thumbtacks, barbed wire, flaming tables … hell, back when that Nikita Dahaka broad wrestled in NFW, I even hit her in the face with a shovel. I’ve developed a reputation for being ruthless. Brutal. Career ending. But never, in all that time, did I ever use a foreign object when the match didn’t call for it. Never broke the rules. I never thought it was right.

THE WOLF: Last night, when that MCW World Title was staring me in the face, when I thought that my career would finally culminate in a world title, I decided that I would do whatever I had to do to finish the match and walk out as the World Champion. That included pasting you a few times with a steel chair. Yet somehow, some way, you got back up. You did exactly what you said you would do. You fought through my katahajime. You got up after I drove your head into the mat with The Kill. You earned yourself that three seconds you were looking for, Brian … and it was three seconds that will change the face of this promotion forever.

::McMillan preaches up and grabs the top rope, pulling himself up to a standing position. He yanks the towel off of his head and stalks to the center of the ring, eyes blazing::

THE WOLF: This is not the end of the matter, Storms. I WILL come for that championship title. I told you before that I respect and admire you … but there’s no room in me for admiration or respect anymore. There isn’t room for anything now except my desire. MY desire. The desire to stand at the top of the mountain, the desire to be unrivaled in this promotion. The winds of change are always blowing in this business, Brian. Something big is coming. Prepare yourself, Brian. Here I come again … and I may not be alone.

[/i]::FADE TO BLACK::[/i]
 

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Re: The Hand Of Dahaka At Work

[The scene opens just outside the door of a MCW Locker room following the Zero Hour Pay-Per-View. Suddenly the door flies open as "The Dark Phenom" Nakita Dahaka walks out. She is wearing non wrestling street attire topped off with a black long leather hooded duster. The hood is up barely enough for the camera to slightly identify her. She has a dufflebag draped over her shoulder. Her manager, Delilah Demonik follows her in tow wearing a tight red leather ensemble that reveals all of her sensual curves.]

[They walk down the hallway until they pass by a nearby moniter where a replay of "The Wolf" Chris McMillan's latest promo following the famed and highly anticipated MCW Zero Hour PPV. At first they pretend to walk by ignoring the words of McMillan until one certain paragraph echos back at them stopping them dead in their tracks. They slowly backpeddle toward the moniter keying in one one vital within the taped promo.]

THE WOLF: I’ve been in this business for close to ten years. For the last six of them, I’ve wrestled for promotions through ought the continent. I’ve had cage matches. I’ve had ladder matches. I’ve fought parking lot brawls, no DQ, table matches, dog collar matches, even Japanese death matches. I’ve used ladders, chairs, thumbtacks, barbed wire, flaming tables … hell, back when that Nikita Dahaka broad wrestled in NFW, I even hit her in the face with a shovel. I’ve developed a reputation for being ruthless. Brutal. Career ending. But never, in all that time, did I ever use a foreign object when the match didn’t call for it. Never broke the rules. I never thought it was right.

[Listening to the words of The Wolf. Nakita flips her head back flinging the leather hood off her head head exposing her face in full form. The Green-eyed Amazon Vixon tilts her head slighting to the watch and only responds with a mere casual smile as she rubs her head with her hand.]

Nakita Dahaka: "Thanks for the trip down memory lane and for...JOGGING my memory Wolfie."

[She turns on her heels looking directly into the camera.]

Dahaka: "Although Fate doesn't forget sometimes a human host allows a memory to slip and we need a slight refreshing. We don't forget, and we certainly don't forgive. I am fate incarnate and you with those very words just sealed your FATE."

[Dahaka slides her leather hood back on and walks off down the hallway. Delilah chuckles as she looks back into the camera.]

Delilah: "She'll be seeing you real soon...WOLFIE!

So it HAS been said...

Let it be known...

Your fate will come to pass...

And become HER Gospel...

[The scene slowly fades out.]
 
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