The scene opens to a close up of a doll dressed in a barbed wire dress. It begins to dance and sing "Tiptoe Through the Tulips" by Tiny Tim. When the doll finished dancing it's hands move over it's mouth and it lets out a little giggle as the camera zooms out. We see Chris Shipman is playing with the doll.
Chris Shipman: Hello there SCW. I am Chris Shipman, but you already knew that. And this is my new friend, Crazy Mary. Say hi Mary.
Mary: Hello everybody *giggle* I can't wait to play with all of you.
Shipman: Ok Mary, in due time. Now as you all saw at Climax Control, I have made my official return to active duty and with some old friends of mine in the Sins. And God knows there isn't a bigger sinner then me in this business. Hell, I just showed up out of the blue and began choking people out with my old barbed wire noose.
Crazy Mary "giggles" and dances. Shipman motions to stop as he continues.
Shipman: Now I could go on about my history and show everyone here in the SCW why I am the most vile, perverted, inhumane wrestler ever. But I am not one to live and dwell in the past. Instead I look forward to the new path of destruction that I begin. I look forward to the Fort Benning Gym, and I look forward to Ryan Kidd.
Mary: OOO fresh meat.
Shipman: Now, now Mary. Give the guy credit. He has never faced a man like me in that ring or any ring and when we meet, any hopes of a long a illustrious career who will be left in that ring in shambles. Because you see Mr. Kidd, I am the legend of legends. I am the most respected, feared, and hated hard-core icon. And I am the man that will take SCW to levels it has never even thought of. And you are just the first tree to get knocked down to clear the path of destruction I am on. For you see every path I have been on is so worn out, it is about time I start carving out a new one. I have gone from sadistic street fights in GWA where I won by running a man down, I’ve battled inside the steel cages of UWF while dueling with chainsaws. Fast forward to my last home in AWA where I electrocuted dogs, dumped my nephew’s ashes all over the floor, had live sessions with a dominatrix, so on and so forth. SO as you can see Ryan, there was only so much I could do, so I had no other option then to give SCW a try and maybe show all you whipper-snappers what it truly means to be hardcore.
Shipman lifts Mary up and begins acting like she is whispering in his ear.
Shipman: No Mary, I can’t do that now, it’s too early. Yes I think they know about the relationship. Yes I know you don’t like the bear but that’s not my problem. The Sins are back in business and their missing piece of the puzzle is back from the dead. No I don’t know why his name is Ryan and not Little.
Excuse me, Mary can talk, you know how women can be.
No Mary, I am not going to stick those in your back end on TV. Talk to me later and we will see what we can do.
Mary bends over as in a pout as Shipman continues.
Shipman: Ryan, I am going to go out on a limb and presume that you will be like my last foes and sound like a broken record. Shipman is a brawler, he can’t wrestle in a standard match and since he can’t use his barbed wire noose he is weaker then kid with cancer. But you see that is where you would be wrong, if my presumption about you is correct, and that my history speaks for itself as in I have faced every challenge and every rule put in front of me for the past eight years and I walked away from each and everyone smiling bigger then I have the last, granted some of those big smiles were actually gaping wounds on my body but that is beside the point.
Shipman has a quick rub over his scars and almost seems to get an orgasmic trance remembering his wars. After a moment he comes to and looks squarely into the camera. His voice gets very stern, his tone cold. The look in his eyes would make even the most hardened man’s hairs on his neck stand up.
Shipman: Ryan Kidd. At Climax Control, I will make my SCW debut. This is something that has been long awaited. Something many men feared of. Call me what you will; psycho, pervert, joe schmo. The fact is when you step into that ring with me, and you look into these eyes in person. When you feel the atmosphere I bring to that ring. You will only then realize how bad of a shit storm you have just walked into. You will look for an escape. You will cry for your mother’s soothing touch. That is when it hits you, the only thing you will feel is pain, but not just physically but emotionally and mentally. What do you think will run through your mind when after the match you will be hanging off the ground by a barbed wire noose? What do you think will be going through mine as I laugh watching your struggling only cause the barbs to dig in deeper and turn your flesh into human coleslaw. Don't let Crazy Mary, Plaster Stormy, or anything else I associate myself with fool you. When you step inside that ring, you will not be facing a man, you will be facing a remorseless animal with an unquenchable thirst for blood. I don't care if it's "A" positive, "B" negative, "O", it all tastes the same.
Shipman gets a sneer on his face as he prepares to finish up.
Shipman: So Ryan, the choice is yours, how will you fall. London Calling? Shipman Lock? Hangman? Or just beat the piss out of you until you learn not to cross the king of violence.
On a side note before I bid farewell for now. Steve Ramone. Win, lose, or draw, I will be paying extra close attention to you in your match just to see if you are still as I remember. A worthless piece of crap that couldn't lace my boots on his best day.
Ok Mary, we got to go meet up with The Sins, and discuss some things and catch up.
Mary: Ah but I hate that bear.
Shipman: Be nice, that bear has gotten me some wonderful opportunities. Ryan, before I go just remember, Shipman is my name, violence is my game. Toodles.
With the catchphrase from wrestler's nightmares once again spewed, Shipman takes Mary and walks off camera as the scene fades to black.
