(FADEIN to the backstage area of the recent NFW House Show in Hartford, Connecticut. As the camera pans the area, several wrestlers with duffel bags over their shoulders are leaving the arena. Others are gathered by the water cooler joking around and discussing the events of the evening. Just outside of the loading dock, the back of an ambulance has both of it’s double-doors open. The camera zooms inside to find an EMT stitching up someone. As the EMT moves out of the way, we can see that it is the returning Steel Viper. He has an intense look on his face and isn’t being fazed by the stitches. The EMT hands him a mirror, which Viper grabs and takes a look at the paramedic’s handy-work. He lets out a growl of frustration and shoves the EMT aside as he leaves the ambulance. Outside of the ambulance, Viper notices the presence of the camera. He turns toward it, rubbing his hands, with a menacing look on his face, and begins to speak.)
STEEL VIPER: (In a deep and gravely voice.) One year. (Pauses) It’s been one year since I last stepped foot inside a New Frontier ring. One year, since I have had the pleasure of exchanging unpleasantries with likes of Bloodhunt, Rick Ryconik, and Armando Montezuma. But it didn’t take long for some of us to get reacquainted. (Rubs the wound on his forehead and a smirk comes across his face.) Bloodhunt, I’m looking forward to returning the favor and cashing in on a receipt I owe you. What comes around…goes around. Karma is a b(BLEEP), my friend…and in my opinion…SO ARE YOU!
As for are ever so egotistical champion, Shane Southern. A man whose ass was SAVED tonight due to a jealous punk who didn’t want to have to face ME for the title. Why? Because just like you found out tonight, I am not an easy man to beat. But Southern, honestly… (Speaking in a horrible southern accent.) “Viper was NOT walkin' out of there with that belt, WITH or WITHOUT your interference.“ (In his normal voice.) Oh really? Gee, I dunno…care to put a wager on that? Cuz, obviously, you don’t know who the hell you are talking to! You wanna know where I’ve been for the past year? You ever heard of Mixed Martial Arts? How about Pancrase? K-1? Pride? Oh here’s one you might know…UFC. See, while you’ve been living a cushy life, being pampered, having anything you wanted. Me? I’ve been busting my ass! I’ve been doing what I do best…and that’s F(BLEEP) PEOPLE UP! And maybe…just maybe, since I gave you the “rub” tonight, because you were in the ring with a REAL FIGHTER, maybe I gave some LEGITIMACY to that title, maybe not the title…just your title reign. (Smirks)Think about that. Think about the kind of competition you’ve been facing. Are you gonna be proud of the mark you leave in this industry? Party’s Over? Pathetic. (Shakes his head)
(Viper walks over to the production truck still parked outside the arena. He opens the door and orders them to show the footage from earlier in the evening when he attacked Tempesta and Adrenaline. Viper cracks a smile as he watches himself attack two already beaten up men. He tells the editor to pause it on a frame of Viper standing over both fallen men.)
Two determined individuals that want more than anything to capture the crowd’s attention. They had their chance to shine…and unfortunately for them…I stole the spotlight right from ‘em. Tempesta, I hear you are some bad ass. You think you can give me a fight? You think you can step up to Steel Viper and walk away the winner? Adrenaline…same with you, are you thinking along the same lines as Tempesta? Or are you already looking past me and on to a rematch with Fuerte? I welcome either of your challenges and I implore you to check out all the tapes you can get a hold of and study as much as you can about Viper…because EVEN THEN it still won’t be enough to take me out! I AM the MAN OF STEEL and I’m beggin’ somebody…anybody…to find a chink in my armor! I let you two punks walk away tonight. Next time? Well let’s just say, you may not be so lucky!
They should have never let me back in. And now it’s too late to turn back. Steel Viper is back and there isn’t anyone or any title safe from my grasps. Everyone is gearing up for Futureshock and I, more than anyone else, intend on leaving my mark there…setting THE STANDARD for everyone else to follow! I don’t give a damn who my opponent is, what type of match I am gonna be in, it makes no difference. Bloodhunt, Southern, Montezuma, Ryconik, Fuerte, or Adrenaline…s(BLEEP), it could be all of them for all I care! (Chuckles) Just a bunch of battered and bruised bodies everywhere and one man standing above them all…STEEL…VIPER!
(With his last words he glares into the camera and then proceeds to run his thumb across his throat.)
(FADE TO BLACK)
STEEL VIPER: (In a deep and gravely voice.) One year. (Pauses) It’s been one year since I last stepped foot inside a New Frontier ring. One year, since I have had the pleasure of exchanging unpleasantries with likes of Bloodhunt, Rick Ryconik, and Armando Montezuma. But it didn’t take long for some of us to get reacquainted. (Rubs the wound on his forehead and a smirk comes across his face.) Bloodhunt, I’m looking forward to returning the favor and cashing in on a receipt I owe you. What comes around…goes around. Karma is a b(BLEEP), my friend…and in my opinion…SO ARE YOU!
As for are ever so egotistical champion, Shane Southern. A man whose ass was SAVED tonight due to a jealous punk who didn’t want to have to face ME for the title. Why? Because just like you found out tonight, I am not an easy man to beat. But Southern, honestly… (Speaking in a horrible southern accent.) “Viper was NOT walkin' out of there with that belt, WITH or WITHOUT your interference.“ (In his normal voice.) Oh really? Gee, I dunno…care to put a wager on that? Cuz, obviously, you don’t know who the hell you are talking to! You wanna know where I’ve been for the past year? You ever heard of Mixed Martial Arts? How about Pancrase? K-1? Pride? Oh here’s one you might know…UFC. See, while you’ve been living a cushy life, being pampered, having anything you wanted. Me? I’ve been busting my ass! I’ve been doing what I do best…and that’s F(BLEEP) PEOPLE UP! And maybe…just maybe, since I gave you the “rub” tonight, because you were in the ring with a REAL FIGHTER, maybe I gave some LEGITIMACY to that title, maybe not the title…just your title reign. (Smirks)Think about that. Think about the kind of competition you’ve been facing. Are you gonna be proud of the mark you leave in this industry? Party’s Over? Pathetic. (Shakes his head)
(Viper walks over to the production truck still parked outside the arena. He opens the door and orders them to show the footage from earlier in the evening when he attacked Tempesta and Adrenaline. Viper cracks a smile as he watches himself attack two already beaten up men. He tells the editor to pause it on a frame of Viper standing over both fallen men.)
Two determined individuals that want more than anything to capture the crowd’s attention. They had their chance to shine…and unfortunately for them…I stole the spotlight right from ‘em. Tempesta, I hear you are some bad ass. You think you can give me a fight? You think you can step up to Steel Viper and walk away the winner? Adrenaline…same with you, are you thinking along the same lines as Tempesta? Or are you already looking past me and on to a rematch with Fuerte? I welcome either of your challenges and I implore you to check out all the tapes you can get a hold of and study as much as you can about Viper…because EVEN THEN it still won’t be enough to take me out! I AM the MAN OF STEEL and I’m beggin’ somebody…anybody…to find a chink in my armor! I let you two punks walk away tonight. Next time? Well let’s just say, you may not be so lucky!
They should have never let me back in. And now it’s too late to turn back. Steel Viper is back and there isn’t anyone or any title safe from my grasps. Everyone is gearing up for Futureshock and I, more than anyone else, intend on leaving my mark there…setting THE STANDARD for everyone else to follow! I don’t give a damn who my opponent is, what type of match I am gonna be in, it makes no difference. Bloodhunt, Southern, Montezuma, Ryconik, Fuerte, or Adrenaline…s(BLEEP), it could be all of them for all I care! (Chuckles) Just a bunch of battered and bruised bodies everywhere and one man standing above them all…STEEL…VIPER!
(With his last words he glares into the camera and then proceeds to run his thumb across his throat.)
(FADE TO BLACK)