Justin Decent: "Your winners by pin fall the team of SPIKE STAGGS, JORDAN WILLIAMS AND WYATT PETERSON!!!
Adams: Spike, Jordan and Wyatt have won!
HS: This is bull!
Hot Stuff takes off his headset and gets in to the ring, grabbing the microphone from Justin Decent as he moves by. Hot Stuff stands up and looks at Spike celbrating with Jordan. Spike's music dies down and Hot Stuff stares at Spike.
HS: Congratulations, great steal Spike, great steal.
Hot Stuff pauses for a second.
HS: Ya know, not so long ago, you gave me this as a present.
Hot Stuff motions towards Jordan Williams
HS: But you know, I wanna return this lousy piece of crap, it expired 5 years ago.
The fans boo at Hot Stuff
HS: I promised you something Spike, do you remember? I promised you a gift too. Now I know they say you should gift about equal value, right, but this gift cost a damn sight more then equal value. I've put some thought in to this one Spike, hell, I travelled around the world to pick up this special gift for you. I caught your cute little story about monsters and how monster Spike looked more like victim Spike, but I think you left out the part about how monster Spike used to be a psychopathic bastard with no morals at all. Let me take your mind back Spike, let me take it all the way back to a show, a Generation X Wrestling show, a show called Reckless Abandon, do you remember that show Spike?
Spike tilts his head, his eyes narrowing.
HS: Oh, I see the wheels turning there, and wheels being an apt word Spike. I seem to recall a certain car, a Jaguar X if I remember right, I seem to remember seeing a certain Spike sitting in the drivers seat, I saw what you did Spike, I saw it!
Spike's eyes widen slightly.
HS: I saw you in the drivers seat, and I knew what happened Spike, I knew you hit that man. I went to see that man Spike, while he laid there in a coma, I whispered your name in his ear, and he disappeared. It's took me years to find him Spike, cost me personally over a hundred thousand dollars over the years to find him. He couldn't remember that night Spike, till I mentioned your name, a name long forgotten.
Spike steps towards Hot Stuff, but Hot Stuff puts a hand up to him.
HS: My gift to you is looking in the eyes of a man, who's career you took away. Moral of the story here Spike, never judge a book by it's cover, because trust me son, you're nowhere near innocent.
Spike clinches a fist but the lights in the arena drops out. The letters XSERUHIR appear on the screen. Spike looks up in confusion as red lights flash around the arena. Jordan steps next to Spike, look at the screen and back to Hot Stuff, who smirks right back at Jordan. The lights flash back on, but the letters continue to shine on the screen. Behind both Jordan and Spike, a figure stands, wearing black pants, and a red and gold mask, his face covered.
Adams: Spike doesn't see the masked man!
The fans scream out to warn Spike and Jordan, but the man nails Jordan with a huge shot to the ribcage, accurate and hard, sending Jordan down to the canvas and in agony. Spike turns his head but the man leaps and deliver a flying knee to the jaw, Spike collapses to the floor as the masked man mounted him and smashes him repeatedly in the face with vicious elbows! Spike pushes the man off, turning over on his fours and tries to crawl away but the masked assailant delivered a crushing stomp on the back of Spike's head and locks on a rear naked choke, turning and pulling Spike down to the canvas. Spike fights for air but the man cinches the hold, much to the pleasure of Hot Stuff, standing over the action. Hot Stuff nods at the man, who lets go of the hold. Hot Stuff grabs Spike to his feet, and holds his tired body up by the hair, with his right hand.
Hot Stuff holds the Microphone in his left hand and stands to the side of Spike, forcing him to look at his masked attacker.
HS: You see Spike, I remember all from the past too, and as you gave me Jordan, a guy who was a friend, a guy who's luckiest day was when I walked in to his training camp, giving him more coat tails to ride, but now, you're gonna face your past Spike. You see, I faced my past every time I look at you two wastes of space, time for you to meet yours, and justify why you took him out with a car Spike.
The letters on the screen start to jumble up as the man reaches down and takes hold of the mask. The man pulls off the mask and stares at Spike, looking like he's just seen a ghost. The screen spells out the name of...
Adams: RIX USHER! OH MY GOD! RIX USHER IS STANDING IN AN SCW RING!
Simone: Rix Usher hasn't been seen or heard of in years!
Jordan looks up from the floor, shocked at seeing another of his former allies. Rix continues to stare a hole through a surprised Spike.
HS: Surprise!
Rix smiles at Spike, lowering his head and making the stare more ice cold.
HS: Now that's a present Spike.
Hot Stuff holds the mic in front of Rix's face
Rix: You just, got f*cked!
Hot Stuff drops Spike and he and Rix leave the ring as Casey Williams slides back in to the ring and helps Jordan and Spike to his feet. Hot Stuff picks Nick Jones up outside the ring, and Nick stares at Rix, surprised at seeing his former rival.
HS: New Xtreme Spike? Meet the elite son.
"Lay Your Hands On Me" by Bon Jovi starts to play and Hot Stuff, Nick Jones and the returning Rix Usher stand outside the ring, staring at Spike, Jordan Williams and Casey Williams, leaning against the ropes staring back.
Adams: This is madness, Usher returns to get at Spike and Jordan Williams, you can feel the hate in the air. |
