The scene opens with Classy Mike C sat at a table in an ice cream parlour. The 52 Wild Title belt is lying on the table while Classy reads a menu. Classy glances up from the menu as two waiters approach carrying a large serving dish, full of ice cream of all different colours, and with an array of sauce, sprinkles and confectioneries on top, needless to mention a few sparklers. Classy smiles broadly and nods at the waiters who walk away, leaving Classy with his ice cream.
Classy: Hi gang! When I'm taking time out from my busy schedule of being the longest serving EUWC 52 Wild champion in history and meeting and greeting my public, I like nothing better than coming into "Salvatore's Authentic Italian Ice Cream Parlour" and enjoying a scoop or two of my favourite flavoured, frozen-milk product. Now I'm sure there's plenty of you thinking, "what the hell is this in front of our favourite EUWC superstar?" and "that is more than a scoop or two!" Well guys you are right, this is Salvatore's newest creation, in tribute to his favourite customer, this is the "Classy Mike C 52 Wild Bonanza!" This is 52 different flavours of ice cream in one serving, each one in tribute to yours truly. Sure it may be a bit excessive, and as a highly trained professional athlete I probably should avoid large intakes of ice cream, but this once, for my good friend Salvatore, I'll indulge. Some of the flavours are truly delicious, for example the traditional vanilla, or cookie dough. And sure, some of the more eccentric and unusual flavours, like gravy flavour, or roast lamb flavour, do take away from the overall taste, but hey you gotta love Salvatore for trying!
Classy takes a taste and looks unimpressed, gagging before dropping the spoon and pushing the dish away.
Classy: God you can tell this Salvatore character has a lot of time on his hands, 52 flavours and if that last one was anything worse than duck flavour then I'm suing! But anyway, I believe I was on the subject of trying, which is precisely what Marcus "The Sandman" Slayton did at Ultra Brawl VI. Marcus tried to dethrone the greatest EUWC 52 Wild Champion of all time of his crown, but unfortunately for him, I could not be defeated! What can I say, I'm resilient! He hits me with the steel steps, but wait I get up! He hits me with the "8 Second Ride," but wait I get up! Then he tries to slam me through the table into the casket, well sorry son but that is not going to happen, not now, not ever! I showed you why I truly am the greatest 52 Wild Champion and exactly why I go into the special "Celebration of Champions" addition of Main Frame as one of those being celebrated! Unfortunately though, the EUWC board of directors doesn’t seem to have the idea of "celebration" right. You see where I come from, Manchester, when our we celebrate our champions, be they Manchester United, Lancashire Cricket Club, Salford City Reds Rugby League Club, or just a particularly good factory worker, we don't throw them straight back into competition! No sir, we give them parades, ticker tape, balloons, open top buses, etc, etc, etc. But the EUWC board of Directors, being "eternally wise" decided that it would be nice to make me defend the EUWC 52 Wild Title against Synn's least charismatic character Dwight Jackson. Now Dwight used to be 52 Wild Champion, so many people would argue that he is a highly deserving challenger to my title. Well unfortunately, I'm in category B; people who believe Dwight Jackson should be institutionalised, given a decent haircut and maybe a bath, then sent out into society once rehabilitated fully and given a job in a post office in a small, Mid-West town. But thanks to democracy, that isn't going to happen any time soon, so I guess in the mean time I'll just have to prove once again why I am the 52 Wild champion, why I am the king of random hardcore and violence, and why I am the King of Ice Cream! Dwight, I'll see your B.O. ridden, snivelling, Dominion-reject hide at Main Frame, and we will well and truly celebrate the champion of 52 Wild champions! Like it...or Lump it!
Classy gets up and exits stage left with the 52 Wild title over his shoulder. A few seconds later, a man of apparent Italian origins with a name badge reading "Salvatore" walks over to the table.
Salvatore: Eh Mr. C, you have not paid for you ice cream! Bah you call youself Classy! 52 freakin' flavours down the drain, Momma will kill me!
The scene fades to black.
