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Darkstalka -vs- Angel
European Title
( Continued )
The camera cuts over to one of the dressing rooms where Rebel and a young girl are sitting on the floor sharing a bottle of vodka. Pig Vomit and Sharon are sitting on a coach, prepairing to shoot some dope and Nightmare, is sitting in an arm-chair closely watching the PPV on a TV. By the way, together these four are known as X-Treme Inc.

Nightmare " Yeah, suplex that bitch! Shit.. Get up Stalka! Man, fuck! "

He jumps from his seat and walks out the door, slamming it behind him.

The groupie " What's that all about? "

Rebel " Who cares? "

The scene switches back to the match.

Guy " Angel now has Stalka in a Boston crab.. "

SiD " Is it just me or do.. Eh forget it "

Guy " Huh? "

SiD " I said nevermind "

Guy " Ummm... Okay "

Suddenly Limp Bizkit's "Breaking Things" comes on the PA system.

SiD " Wage on who it is? "

Guy " I'll pass "

Ashura comes walking down the ramp then starts running as she nears the ring.

SiD " Ahhh.. There's my chocolate fantasy "

Guy " She hits Angel with a missle dropkick! Her cousin gets back to his feet and the two give Angel a double arm drag!! "

SiD " So much for Angel.. Darkstalka AND Ashura.. No way he's gettin out of this one in one piece "

Guy " Don't count your chickens before they're hatched.. It could still be anyone's game "

SiD " Yeah, okay "

Guy " Ashura with a reverse neckbreaker to Angel.. Darkstalka gives him a fist drop and.. "

Suddenly Nightmare comes charging down the ramp. He runs over to Angel who is trying to get back to his feet and gives him a solid kick to the ribs that knocks him a few feet forward to the ground. SiD sighs, but otherwise remains quiet.

Guy " Now Nightmare has joined the frey ladies and gentlemen! Right about now I'm thinking SiD may be right about Angel's fate this evening! Nightmare gives Angel a victory roll.. But wait a minute.. Darkstalka grabs Nightmare and powerbombs him!! I guess Nightmare wasn't invited to the ABSTRAKT boot party! He gives Nightmare a victory roll.. Angel on hands and knees, crawls along the apron.. Darkstalka and Ashura pause in their stomping of Nightmare long enough to see that their prey is escaping.. "

SiD " You sound like that guy from National Geographic.. Or that Crocidile Hunter guy.. "

Guy " The two cousins walk lesurly toward Angel.. Nightmare however gets back up and double axe handles Ashura from behind!! Angel appears to be trying to hide under the ring from his attackers.. "

SiD " That's pretty bad.. At least take an ass whoopin like a man "

Guy " Like you would? "

SiD " Yeah "

Guy " So I'm just imagining things when I remember the last few times you were in the ring and you ran from your opponents? "

SiD " Pig Vomit doesn't count! That scumbag'd probably have raped me or something! "

Guy " Yeah right.. He's not that sick..

SiD " Oooh! Angel just smashed Darkstalka in the face with a baseball bat!! "

Guy " Yeah he did! Stalka went to grab him and pow! Right in the kisser!

SiD " I guess he wasn't running after-all just fetching something to balance this match.. "

Guy " Angel gets back to his feet and jabs Darkstalka with the butt of the bat.. Stalka staggers backward a bit and wipes the small trail of blood from his forehead "

SiD " The site of his own blood seems to be pissing him off "

Guy " Yup.. Nightmare and Ashura are still going at it.. "

SiD " ..But who cares? They're not the ones on the card "

Angel slides into the ring and takes a defensive stance as Darkstalka climbs into the ring and charges at him.

Guy " Darkstalka lunges at Angel who just barely manages to dodge him then hits Stalka up side the head with the bat again! "

SiD " That hit'd make Willy Maze proud "

Darkstalka stumbles about and Angel swings the bat at him again.

Guy " Stalka catches the bat! Could be trouble for Angel now.. Wait, Angel jabs the butt of the bat at Stalka again.. Nailing him in the face! "

SiD " ..Again "

Darkstalka staggers a bit then slowly tips over and hits the concrete floor.

SiD " That looked like like Jack & the Beanstalk or something.. Beanstalka "

Guy glances at SiD, confused and worried by the lack of sence he's now making as Ashura finally notices what's going on and rushes to the ring. The ref, Gary Coleman, kneels down by Darkstalka and raises his arm, then releases it. When Darkstalka's arm hits the mat, he makes a ruling.

Winner by K.O. and New European Champ: Angel
SiD " I guess Good really does beat Evil.. Regardless the odds "

Guy " I hope you don't really beleive that? "

SiD snickers, " Nah.. "

The match being completed, Ashura stops her attack on Angel, before she had the opportunity to start it. Nightmare starts yelling obscenities at Angel as Gary Coleman raises the new Champs arm. The crowd then start cheering and whistling as Ring girl, Jenna Jamison walks out carrying the European Belt. She makes her way down the ramp, swinging her hips provocatively which cause the crowd to cheer louder. She climbs into the ring and hands the Belt to the haggard but victorious Angel who drapes it over his shoulder. The crowd chant his name and the arena flickers with flash photography. The cameras cut back to X-Treme Inc.'s dressing room where we see Pig Vomit and Sharon nodding out on a coach, Pig Vomit still has a needle hanging from his arm. A few feet beside them Rebel kneels, blowing lines of coke out of the now naked groupie's ass crack. Suddenly the door swings open and a roughed up looking Nightmare marches in.

Nightmare " Man what a crock of shit! "

Pig Vomit's eyes open slightly and Rebel looks up from his ass.

Rebel " Whats up man? You don't look so hot.. Get your ass kicked or something? "

Nightmare " Fuckin Ashura got in my way of beating down Angel! "

Pig Vomit snickers then mumbles, " Got your ass beat by a fuckin girl huh? "

Nightmare " Fuck off! We gotta go after them! "

Rebel " After who? Ashura and Angel? "

Nightmare " Yeah! All I wanted was to get back at Angel for some of the shit he's pulled and that.. That.. "

Pig Vomit " You can say it.. "

Nightmare " That.. Bitch gets in my way! "

Rebel " Well what did you have in mind kid? And better yet, why should we get involved in your crap? I mean your leaving the fed right? "

Nightmare " Yes and no "

Sharon looks up " Well which is it? "

Nightmare " Don't worry about it.. So you guy's gonna help me or what? "

Pig Vomit pulls the needle out of his arm and tosses it on the floor. Meanwhile, Rebel takes a hearty swill from a bottle of vodka then resumes snorting the cocaine filled ass.

Pig Vomit " It's sad you need our help to take down a fuckin broad.. "

Nightmare " Fuck off.. The old X-Treme Inc. would help me.. "

A voice from the door way " And what makes you so sure of that? "

Nightmare spins around to see a man wearing a black trench coat with a baseball cap pulled down to hide his eyes. Pig Vomit leans forward and squints at the man.

Pig Vomit " Well look what the fuckin cat dragged in.. "

The man grins and turns his hat around, exposing his face. It's Madman.

Madman " So what's this about beatin up a chick? "

Nightmare " Ashura.. She cost me the payback I was giving Angel "

Madman " Ahhhh.. Ashura.. I can still taste her.. "

Madman grins a sleazy grin and Rebel looks from the girl's ass up, then around the room.

Nightmare " These guys ain't willing to help me out though "

Madman shakes his head " Back in my day.. X-Treme Inc. always took each other's back.. "

Rebel looks over to Pig Vomit's discarded syringe, then to the bag of coke laying next to his groupie, then back to the syringe.

Pig Vomit " Times change.. Especially when our own can't even fuckin handle a chick "

Nightmare " You know damn well Ashura ain't just a chick! "

Madman smirks, " You got that right "

Nightmare walks over the fridge and grabs a wine cooler out of it.

Sharon " How'd that shit get in there? "

Nightmare " Oh fuck off "

Pig Vomit " Better watch that tongue kid "

Nightmare " Or what? "

Madman shakes his head, " You guys are a disgrace.. You expecially Nightmare "

Nightmare " What?! "

Madman " ..Drinking that girly shit.. No offence Sharon "

Nightmare " Oh so now you're all gonna gang up on me? "

Madman " Calm down man.. No one's 'ganging up' on you.. Sheesh "

Pig Vomit leans over the edge of the coach and like his namesake, vomits all over the floor "

Pig Vomit " See our reluctance to help him? "

Madman " Yeah.. But you let him in so you gotta deal with him "

Nightmare " I'm still in the room you know "

The groupie screams and the camera pans to her where it shows Rebel convulsing on the floor, Pig Vomit's needle hanging from his arm.

Sharon " Shit.. "

Nightmare " Jesus! Man fuck this! I've had enough of this stable.. I'm out of here! "

Pig Vomit gets up from the coach and walks over to Rebel and starts stomping him in the chest.

Madman " You can't just quit "

Nightmare " Watch me "

Nightmare attempts to walk out the door but Madman slams it shut.

Madman " This X-Treme Inc. may not be like the one I headed.. One thing's the same though.. "

Nightmare glares at him.

Madman " There's only one way out of this stable... Mad Dog and Violator will attest to that "

Rebel starts gagging and coughing and Pig Vomit pulls him upright.

Sharon " Yay! "

Rebel slaps Pig Vomit's hands off of him and grabs the groupie by her hair, dragging her to his crotch. She gets the hint and unzips his pants and.. Well.. You know.

Madman " So.. What's it gonna be boy? "

Nightmare " Don't call me boy "

Madman grins " Alright.. Tell ya what.. Why don't you pitch that kool-aid your drinking and get a real drink.. And then all of us can sit down and do some planning.. Okay? "

Pig Vomit, now back on the coach, raises an eyebrow. Nightmare look over at a pile of empty Pabst Blue Ribbon cans by the fridge then back at Madman and nods.

Madman " Good.. Now where do we start first.. "

When it seems like your bladder's finally about to explode, the camera cuts to an unlikely commercial break. When the show returns, the cameras are back on SiD and Guy as the Main Event is about to start..

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