*A limo pulls up in front of the DIWF dome in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada. Its the early afternoon and no crowd is seen around the arena. Mr. Papagorgio jumps out of the drivers seat in and quickly opens the side door. Royal Inferno steps out. His hair is soaking wet with his bangs hanging in his eyes. Hes wearing a Chris Jericho t-shirt with a red circle and line over the face. His jeans are baggy as usual and sunglasses cover his eyes. RI looks a little more serious tonight. His facial expression isnt as cheery as usual. Papagorgio grabs his bags from the trunk and carries them in for RI. RI follows him.
*We are now walking down the main hallway of the DIWF dome. In the back we can see some of the DIWF personal talking and looking over the card. A couple of wrestlers are already in the arena and are talking amongst themselves. RI and Papagorgio walk into RIs dressing room. Mr. P places the three bags into the corner and wishes RI good luck. He leaves. RI sits down in his chair and places in a tape that was left for him. Its the footage of Volkane and Psycho Werewolf going to the Adams household. RI watches and laughs a bit.*
RI: You guys really are pathetic. Volkane, youre chasing Nicholas Adams when you should be focusing on the match that stands before you. You know as well as I do that Nicky Adams has nothing on either of us. He can steal all the belts he wants. He can run around riding horses all he wants. The bottom line is hes just another Royal Inferno wannabe. Hes mad that I got to this level of stardom before he did. Thats understandable. Adams, I hope you come down to ringside tonight. I hope you bring those two titles with you also. When its all said and done Im leaving with AT LEAST one title tonight. So, Adams, you tried your best to get into our match at Generations but you failed miserably. Nobody cares about you. Good thing you joined the Extreme Revolution though. They needed somebody new to fail them. First The Dudley Boys saw the mess they created and ran. Then Stone Cold simply disappeared off the face of the earth. Then Genesis was suspended for being an idiot. Will YOU be next Nicky boy? I look at ER this way. Its kind of like the Bermuda Triangle. You get in just fine, but getting out alive is a whole other story.
Next on my list of tough guys is the one and only Night Shade. Apparently this old timer has found RI a problem. No big deal...hes not the only one. Everyone wants to step in the ring with RI. I make everyone look better with my sheer talent so its only fitting. Now, Night Shade...Im a coward? Ill ask you this, how so? Ive never ONCE backed down from a challenge here in the DIWF. I stand before you; probably one of the few guys here in this federation that is willing to get his ass kicked to come out on top. I dont worry about how big and bad my opponent is or who they are. Seniority means nothing to me. I know Im better than most of the talent so my ego and cockiness is well deserved. So, Night Shade, you can be the bad guy and try to scare everyone away from fighting you. I, on the other hand, will continue to stand here before you all and proclaim myself the next big thing because thats what I am old man. Go use your attitude on someone itll actually work on. You dont scare me...but you do make me laugh.
*RI runs his hands through his hair and takes his sunglasses off. He tosses them on the bench and continues...*
RI: This leads me to Volkane and PW. It seems your minds are else where. Its funny how you comment on my figure when I am in the best shape of my life. Im hitting the weights and running off the calories. Look at me...wheres this gut you speak of?
*RI lifts up his shirt showing that he is in very good shape.*
RI: Not only this but you both actually think that Madd Bomber will be a bigger challenge than ME? Bomber is nothing more than an 81 freak. He looks like an ape and has more fines than the rest of us combined. He keeps ripping up those ring posts hell surely be in trouble. I think its funny that you consider him tougher than me. What has he done since joining besides break the rules? Hes still a lowly rookie like you Volkane. Maybe thats why you want to fight him. Even better...he thinks on the same wavelength as you do. Madd Bomber is nothing more than a waste of skin and bones. He sucks. Nobody cares about him. Hes a match filler...a curtain jerker...a NOBODY! Me, on the other hand, is a Rising Star...The FUTURE of this company. Volkane, follow me, I have something to show you.
*RI stands up and leaves the room. We walk down the hallway and head toward the ring. The lights in the arena are kind of dim and the ring crew is still working on putting the ring together. RI walks down the ramp and grabs a chair. He slides it into the ring and places it in the center. He sits down. The crew stops working and starts to pay attention. They have something to look at besides work so they listen to the words being said.*
RI: In this very ring tonight, Volkane has to go through ME to get the IRC title. I plan on fighting my way through the entire match. Volkane, Im out here in this semi built ring to decide which turnbuckle I want to deliver the Last Dance from. Tonight Im feeling extra good. Maybe Ill even slam your ass right through the ring. Volkane...General...whatever youre calling yourself these days, the circumstances are a little different this time around. Not only is the seed of hate been planted due to you being a heartless backstabbing freak, but that title is something we both have wanted for some time now. You have struggled to get to my level while I have strutted my way to the top. Volkane, whatever happens tonight will most certainly not be the end of our battles. Beating you once will not be enough. You need to be put in your place. Why? Because Im better than you are. If you look at the mat below me, it reads Generations. As far as Im concerned, RI is the NEXT Generation of the DIWF. All the cards are in my favor. Win or lose, I already stacked the deck in my favor when it comes to the future. Dont believe me? Watch tonight. I have a special little something for all my fans out there. Until next Time...
*We fade to a Generations commercial...*
*We are now walking down the main hallway of the DIWF dome. In the back we can see some of the DIWF personal talking and looking over the card. A couple of wrestlers are already in the arena and are talking amongst themselves. RI and Papagorgio walk into RIs dressing room. Mr. P places the three bags into the corner and wishes RI good luck. He leaves. RI sits down in his chair and places in a tape that was left for him. Its the footage of Volkane and Psycho Werewolf going to the Adams household. RI watches and laughs a bit.*
RI: You guys really are pathetic. Volkane, youre chasing Nicholas Adams when you should be focusing on the match that stands before you. You know as well as I do that Nicky Adams has nothing on either of us. He can steal all the belts he wants. He can run around riding horses all he wants. The bottom line is hes just another Royal Inferno wannabe. Hes mad that I got to this level of stardom before he did. Thats understandable. Adams, I hope you come down to ringside tonight. I hope you bring those two titles with you also. When its all said and done Im leaving with AT LEAST one title tonight. So, Adams, you tried your best to get into our match at Generations but you failed miserably. Nobody cares about you. Good thing you joined the Extreme Revolution though. They needed somebody new to fail them. First The Dudley Boys saw the mess they created and ran. Then Stone Cold simply disappeared off the face of the earth. Then Genesis was suspended for being an idiot. Will YOU be next Nicky boy? I look at ER this way. Its kind of like the Bermuda Triangle. You get in just fine, but getting out alive is a whole other story.
Next on my list of tough guys is the one and only Night Shade. Apparently this old timer has found RI a problem. No big deal...hes not the only one. Everyone wants to step in the ring with RI. I make everyone look better with my sheer talent so its only fitting. Now, Night Shade...Im a coward? Ill ask you this, how so? Ive never ONCE backed down from a challenge here in the DIWF. I stand before you; probably one of the few guys here in this federation that is willing to get his ass kicked to come out on top. I dont worry about how big and bad my opponent is or who they are. Seniority means nothing to me. I know Im better than most of the talent so my ego and cockiness is well deserved. So, Night Shade, you can be the bad guy and try to scare everyone away from fighting you. I, on the other hand, will continue to stand here before you all and proclaim myself the next big thing because thats what I am old man. Go use your attitude on someone itll actually work on. You dont scare me...but you do make me laugh.
*RI runs his hands through his hair and takes his sunglasses off. He tosses them on the bench and continues...*
RI: This leads me to Volkane and PW. It seems your minds are else where. Its funny how you comment on my figure when I am in the best shape of my life. Im hitting the weights and running off the calories. Look at me...wheres this gut you speak of?
*RI lifts up his shirt showing that he is in very good shape.*
RI: Not only this but you both actually think that Madd Bomber will be a bigger challenge than ME? Bomber is nothing more than an 81 freak. He looks like an ape and has more fines than the rest of us combined. He keeps ripping up those ring posts hell surely be in trouble. I think its funny that you consider him tougher than me. What has he done since joining besides break the rules? Hes still a lowly rookie like you Volkane. Maybe thats why you want to fight him. Even better...he thinks on the same wavelength as you do. Madd Bomber is nothing more than a waste of skin and bones. He sucks. Nobody cares about him. Hes a match filler...a curtain jerker...a NOBODY! Me, on the other hand, is a Rising Star...The FUTURE of this company. Volkane, follow me, I have something to show you.
*RI stands up and leaves the room. We walk down the hallway and head toward the ring. The lights in the arena are kind of dim and the ring crew is still working on putting the ring together. RI walks down the ramp and grabs a chair. He slides it into the ring and places it in the center. He sits down. The crew stops working and starts to pay attention. They have something to look at besides work so they listen to the words being said.*
RI: In this very ring tonight, Volkane has to go through ME to get the IRC title. I plan on fighting my way through the entire match. Volkane, Im out here in this semi built ring to decide which turnbuckle I want to deliver the Last Dance from. Tonight Im feeling extra good. Maybe Ill even slam your ass right through the ring. Volkane...General...whatever youre calling yourself these days, the circumstances are a little different this time around. Not only is the seed of hate been planted due to you being a heartless backstabbing freak, but that title is something we both have wanted for some time now. You have struggled to get to my level while I have strutted my way to the top. Volkane, whatever happens tonight will most certainly not be the end of our battles. Beating you once will not be enough. You need to be put in your place. Why? Because Im better than you are. If you look at the mat below me, it reads Generations. As far as Im concerned, RI is the NEXT Generation of the DIWF. All the cards are in my favor. Win or lose, I already stacked the deck in my favor when it comes to the future. Dont believe me? Watch tonight. I have a special little something for all my fans out there. Until next Time...
*We fade to a Generations commercial...*
