[IGA] Prelude to Pandemonium [2 of 4] 02/24/02

[IntlGrapplingAsc]

DeLucia: Welcome back folks. As you can see behind Danny and myself things are
just about ready to kick off as the fans are filing in and ready to...

[Before DeLucia can finish the lights dim. Blue lights shine around the arena
aimlessly as silhouettes of Fleur-de-lis circle in the middle of the ring. A
few seconds pass and the familiar chords of 'Maxime Is Za Champion' begins to
filter through the arena........]

DeLucia: This can me only one thing Streamline....

Streamline: That's right! MAXIME IS IN DA HOUSE!

[Indeed for seconds later the 'King Of Television' himself, Maxime St. Jean,
struts out wearing a blue Adidas warm-up suit with Fleur-de-lis sprinkled all
over it. The jacket of the suit is open revealing a 'Worldwide Maxime Side'
black 'Fan Club' t-shirt. Strapped tightly around his waist his is 'custom made
Maxime' Television title. The arrogant Frenchmen looks around at the booing
crowd with a look of disgust.]

Streamline: Look at the Television champion DeLucia. Does he look pumped or
what. What a champion.

DeLucia: There is no doubting he is a great champion but his record streak
could end tonight.

Streamline: Yeah right.

[Maxime begins to slowly walk down to the ring, making sure the fans can't
touch him. He slowly climbs the steps, takes one more look around then dips
through the ropes. He takes off his Television title, mounts the second
turnbuckle and holds it high causing flash bulb city as the fans snap shots.
Maxime eyeballs the crowd with a disgusting look before jumping down and doing
the same on the other three posts. As the music fades the young Frenchmen grabs
the mic and walks to the center of the ring. He looks around as the crowd
continues to boo.]

DeLucia: Listen to this crowd. They truly do not like this man.

Streamline: Who cares. Is there really any important people in the Republic
anyway? You better believe that all of us Canadians are behind Maxime... and
that's all that matters.

DeLucia: [Rolls eyes] I forgot you were now Canadian, how bad of me.

Streamline: It's moi DeLucia, get it right.

[As the boo's finally fade Maxime smirks.]

MSJ: It figures zat a country and a town zat nobody could give a damn for,
would show their disrespect because when it comes right down to it... that's
all this country is good for anyway... nothing!

CROWD: BOOOOOOOOO!

MSJ: But it is none of za Maxime's concern of how useless you people are. In
fact za Maxime is glad none of his Max-treemists come from Prague cause I would
consider it a bloody embarrassment knowing no good, toothless idiots with a
CRAP za hockey team was cheering moil's every move!

CROWD: BOOOOOOOOOO!

DeLucia: Maxime not getting any more popular here.

Streamline: Like he said DeLucia... does anyone really care what these nobodies
think.

MSJ: Speaking of za crappy. Tommy Danger.....

[Before Maxime can finish the crowd explodes into cheers at the mention of
Danger's name. Maxime obviously looks pissed as he sneers at the crowd.]

MSJ: It figures zat you would cheer for a man such as za Tommy Danger. I mean
you and him have alot in common. Tommy and this country are both second tier.
You both talk alot of smack and the most important one of all [eyeballs the
crowd] you both cheat to win.

[Nasty heel pop]

DeLucia: Cheat to win? hat about that chair shot 5 minutes ago!?

MSJ: But zat is fine with za Maxime for tonight za truth will come out. Far to
long za Tommy Danger has been walking around zis company like he is some kind
of za importance to it. Acting as though zis place couldn't function without
you idiots seeing his ugly mug on za television. Well Tommy Danger tonight I
will prove zat indeed, za IGA can get along just fine without you. Zat you are
not as important as you seem to think. Because tonight in front all z'ese idiot
fans, and everyone watching via satellite.... Maxime will defeat you in za
middle of zis very ring and end your joke of za career for good.

[Pause]

Think about it Tommy Danger. Tonight all your brave talk, all your promises of
victory over za past couple of weeks will now be decided in zis ring. YOU put
yourself on za spot Tommy. Your za one zat promised z'ese bird droppings zat
you would defeat moi and walk out Television champion. But it's to bad Tommy,
zat it's not going to happen. All za bravo you strut around with, all your
thoughts of za easy win [smirks] are going to come to a crashing halt. I know I
can defeat you Tommy. Hell, if Todd Bishop can hand you your buttocks z'en
there is no doubt za REAL champion of za IGA will. Tonight just isn't about
keeping moi's Television title. [shakes head] Non, non, non. It's much more za
deeper z'en zat. Zis is about proving to za World zat your all Hype Danger. Zis
is about showing all your fans Worldwide zat your best days are behind you.
When I look at you Tommy, I see za desperate man. I see za man who so far has
accomplished nothing while talking like he has been World champion za thousands
times over.

DeLucia: It's obvious Maxime's hate for Tommy Danger runs deep.

Streamline: Noooooo you sure?

DeLucia: don't even start.

MSJ: You just remember zis Tommy Danger. Maxime is za one zat CHALLENGED YOU to
za match for moi's Television championship. It was Maxime St. Jean who seeked
you out and decided zat it was time I reveal to za World just how much of za
loser zat you are. It was Maxime St. Jean who called your buttocks out and it
was moi who took everything you had and still stands in zis ring ready to kick
your overrated cheeks back to obsercurity!

[Heel Pop!]

MSJ: All your attacks Tommy Danger, all za backstage felonies you have been
playing za past couple of months [pauses] I know what zat is all about. It's za
work of za desperate man. I mean look around Tommy. You promised za World to
z'ese people and all of you have given them is something close to za smell of
za toilet.... CRAP! You now know zat you will _never_ live up to what you built
yourself up to za be. You knew zat you bit off way more z'en you could chew by
promising z'ese people success. So what did you do Tommy [smirks] you took za
low road like za sneaky snake in za grass zat you truly are. you bashed guys
with za chairs, painted on za walls like za punk and z'en denied it. you even
attacked za 'King Of Television', trying to soften me up for zis contest
tonight.

[Smiles]

Well it did not work Tommy. Your plan of softening up za IGA Television
champion backfired in zat ugly face of yours cause all it id was make za Maxime
more focused on taking you out for good. Tonight will be your last night you
ever step into za ring as a competitor Monsieur Danger. Tonight not only will I
prove to za World zat you are nothing... I will show za World what happens when
your mouth writes za cheques your buttocks can't cash. Say good-bye Tommy
Danger. For tonight your career will end at za hands of Maxime St. Jean!

['Maxime Is Za Champion' starts up again as Maxime drops the mic and sneers at
the booing crowd. He rolls out of the ring and heads to the back.]

DeLucia: And there goes the "greatest" TV champion. He's great alright...at
running his mouth.

Streamline: Hey!

[Suddenly Tina Turner's "Simply The Best" picks up over teh PA system and out
steps Jazz Madison. He looks pissed to say the least and he just sneers out at
teh crowd as he stalks towards the ring.]

DeLucia: Oh great, he comes Jazz. And he does not look happy.

Streamline: You should never make this man upset.

[Jazz rolled in and set the mic to his lips and was boo'd soundly, making him
stop, but he waited out the fans and clicked on the mic once more.]

Jazz Madison: Alright, I have had just about enough of....

{Pantera's "Mouth For War" interrupts Jazz in mid statement. The chorus of
boo's and jeers are swiftly turned into a pop of Heroic proportions. The black
curtain opens, and the IGA World Champion steps out onto the ramp way. Gold
strapped around his waist as he holds a mic in hand}

TB: Heya Jazz.. remember me?

[Madison rolls his eyes as he looks at Todd from the ring.]

Madison: How could I forget, you're like a bad rash that won't go
away...speaking of which has Candi cleared up that little problem?

{Todd shook his head, not taking Madisons bait this time.}

TB: Class act, as always Jazz. So. anyway.. I was sitting back stage, when I
thought I heard my name come from those foul, lie spewing lips of yours...

{Face pop!}

{Todd folded his arms across his chest}

TB: And since that's never a good thing, I was thinking that maybe you'd wanna
run down those stipulations again for me.. while I'm standing here.

Madison: [Madison smirks as he watches Todd] It's pretty simple...as far as I
see it you're 2-1 in those Japanesse Death Matches you so love...and well I
really don't care who wins seeing how you're just a bastard and Sean's an
ingrate...so seeing you 2 kill each other should make my night pretty
good...and since I own the company...you're gonna do what I say!

TB: Hm, Japanese Death match again eh? {Todd pondered it, and then shook his
head no.} Nah.. I don't think I wanna do that, not tonight Jazz. It's been
done.

{Todd brought the title from his waist to his shoulder.}

TB: See, you should try reading your own contracts sometime, you little devil
you.

{The curtain parts, and this time Trevor Wincott steps out, with him is a paper
that looks very much like a contract for a new wrestler. He reads.}

TW: Section A, Article 23: A champion in the IGA has the right to accept, or
decline any stipulation that he or she does not see as mutually beneficial to
them. As written in IGA International Handbook.

{Trevor smiled, and back peddled off the ramp.}

TB: See that?

[Madison glares at Wincott and Bishop grating his teeth back and forth]

Madison: and to think I was going to actually pull for you, for once...

TB: Oh please, just like always Jazz, getting someone else to do your dirty
work. {Todd shook his head again} I won't be your hit man for Smith, he's your
monster now. {Todd turned his head in thought.} I'll tell you what though.. I
know these fans here want to see Sean Smith bleed, almost as much as you do.
And since I've never had a problem with bleeding for my fans, or for my gold...
maybe we can work something out.

Madison: You slit your wrist right here and now?

TB: {Smirks} That'd be a sweet dream for you, wouldn't it?

Madison: It'd be up there...[smirks]

TB: Hears the deal, you come up with the most wicked one on one match you can
imagine, and I'll sign that contract.

{Todd's eyes lost all sign of mirth then}

TB: But win, lose.. or draw.. I get you, one on one in two weeks. At Combat
Zone.

Madison: [laughs] Fuck you...I'm retired! I paid my dues!

TB: Wow, you just got called out son.. I always knew you where a VD infected
pussy but I never thought you'd show it on live television!

{He's a Pussy chant goes up}

[Madison's sneers at Bishop as he looks around the crowd chanting]

Madison: And the card is subject to change tonight! And if you all don't shut
up right now...you're gonna be seeing Spunk Diddley vs El Rico in the Main
Event tonight!

{An enraged reaction, the Pussy chant becomes even louder!!}

TB: Well, I guess that's it then Jazz.. El Rico v. Spunk it is! {Todd's smirk
returned, for once he seemed to have Jazz cornerd. Todd turned, acting as if he
was ready to walk back off the stage. Madison folded his arms across his chest
and glared at Bishop knowing what he was made of, and not buying the bluff. The
fans are left silenced for a few moments before Todd turns back around, yeah..
he's a sucker fighting Champion. His eyes return to Madison.}

TB: Fuck it, your a pussy.. you have lost any respect you may have ever earned
from me. Chump. {Todd looks to the crowd.} If you guys want to see a World
title match, inside a Born to Be Wired Cage, shout Jazz is a Pussy!!

{Jazz is a Pussy *clap clap *clapclapclap* Jazz is a Pussy
Jazz is a Pussy *clap clap *clapclapclap* Jazz is a Pussy}

TB: Listen Jazz, you have 40,000 people calling you a pussy! {Todd laughed}

[Jazz doesn't seem to concerned at the chanting as he smirks slowly the idea
never dawning on him until now]

Madison: Born to be Wired....I like the sound of that... good idea...it's kinda
fitting you pulled your own switch in the electric chair!

{Todd smirked and patted that gold plate on his shoulder.}

TB: Hey Jazz!?

{A moment of silence}

TB: See you soon.. I'll be the one hunting you in your nightmares!

{The mic hits the stage as Pantera's "Mouth for War" kicks back up, the fans
popping into a wild frenzy!}

DeLucia: Wow! A Born to Be Wired Match! For the title!

Streamline: Well, it's all over for the champion. He may be the Hardcore Icon,
but he is asking for a world of hurt. Sean Smith thrives on this type of
match.

DeLucia: Folks....I just got word from JP York that he is now backstage with
Tommy Danger.

[It was the night of the big event, International Incident. Prague had been
treated to the IGA superstars with an autograph and picture taking session
earlier in the day and Tommy Danger had just returned from that. He was in his
locker room now, quietly sitting on the bench and when the fans out in the
arena saw the tron, they popped. JP York entered the picture and looked down
at Tommy.]

JP York: Tommy Danger.

[Tommy was wrapping his left wrist, inspecting it closely as he wrapped the
white cloth medical tape around and around, making sure it was tight. His head
showed the big welt that Maxime St. Jean had just left him with a few moments
before and his actions were now sharp, intent. He did not look up, but did
break the air with his voice of quiet cool.]

Tommy Danger: JP York.

[The fans popped when he spoke]

JP York: Are you ok? We all saw what Maxime did to you a few...

Tommy Danger: I'm fine. Let me deal with Maxime when the time comes. Next
question.

JP York: Ok. Tommy, tonight you have two big matches. We know your feelings
about the TV title match you'll be getting against Maxime St. Jean. What I
want to know is, what are your thoughts about the 30 Man Two Minute Drill
Battle Royal?

[Tommy continued to wrap his wrist before using his teeth to cut off the end.
He patted it down and then spun on the bench and set his feet to the floor. He
rose and towered over JP who held the mic up.]

Tommy Danger: Two minutes. Apollo Anton Ohno can take home the gold in the
1500 meter Speed Skating event in two minutes. John Elway consistently led his
team back to victory with the two minute offense. Two minutes is the shortest
match I have ever had in my career.

[Tommy shifted in his stance and rolled his next.]

Tommy Danger: But it's not really two minutes we are talking about, JP. Two
men may enter and start things off but one, or perhaps both, could be in that
ring for much, much longer.

[Tommy rubbed his chin with his fingers of his left hand.]

Tommy Danger: Every two minutes...another man enters to see if he can withstand
the punishment. Withstand the pain. Outlast 29 other men. Not an easy task,
JP.

[Tommy looked down at the man, who looked away for a moment, then back up.]

Tommy Danger: Not an easy task unless you are...dangerous.

[The crowd popped and JP had to grin. He then pulled the mic in his
direction.]

JP York: What if you are one of the first two participants tonight? What are
your chances?

Tommy Danger: History has shown my chances would be...slim. But keep in mind,
JP, you are talking about the most dangerous man in sports entertainment today.
I will find ways to win that most have not learned yet. There is a desire
deep inside to excel and that desire can carry me past 29 others to stand alone
in the end and call myself...the victor.

JP York: The winner of this match will get a shot at the World title in April
at Grapplefest. Who would you rather face. Sean Smith or Todd Bishop, if you
were to win the Two Minute Drill?

Tommy Danger: Are you kidding me, York? Sean Smith may be facing Todd Bishop
at tonight at International Incident, but how can you stand there and wonder
who will be holding the title come April? That's two months away. Two months
is not two minutes. Who knows, maybe I'll already be holding the IGA World
title come April. But, to answer your question, if I do indeed win the Battle
Royal tonight, here at International Incident, you can be damned sure Tommy
Danger will be facing the best the IGA has to offer come GrappleFest.

[JP turned at a sudden commotion outside of the locker room. There was some
yelling, then a thump or two followed by several clangs and more yelling, JP
tried to continue.]

JP York: Now, all the super stars will be in the ring at some point, or most.
Who is Tommy Danger watching out for the most? The Nightstalker? Maxime St.
Jean?

Tommy Danger: Tommy Danger.

[Tommy sniffed back as he too heard the commotion outside the locker room and
looked in that direction.]

JP York: Tommy Danger?

Tommy Danger: That's right. This is winner take all. I'll be looking out for
myself and if it comes down to Tommy Danger & Mark Davenport, or Tommy Danger
and Donovan Keltrane, they know that I will do what I gotta do to earn that
shot. If they accept their fate, that is another question.

[There was a hard thump on the door now and Tommy narrowed his eyes.]

Tommy Danger: Excuse me a moment...

[As Tommy comes walking out of his locker room wondering what the hell was
going on. Outside in the hall we see Jason Braggs in Drifters face.]

Braggs: What the hell did you say to me?

Drifter: I said get the hell out of my way before I make you move.

[In the commotion of the yelling, Braggs takes his right arm and swings it
towards the face of Drifters. In a second, Drifter blocks the punch of Braggs
also sending one of his own. The fist hit Bragg in the jaw, send him into the
wall. Drifter with the quick eyes, seeing a steel chair against the wall grabs
it.]

Drifter: This is what you get you piece of trash.

[Playing like Hank Aaron, Buddy swings the chair at Braggs head and connecting.
Laying out Braggs on the floor. In the swinging you hear a voice in the back
yelling at Drifter.]

Crowd: Oooooo!

Psycho: What the hell are you doing!

[Drifter turns around and see's Braggs friends coming to the rescue. In the
blink of an eye and a swing of a chair, the crowd looks on as Drifter lays out
Psycho, Bubba Lugg, and Flex Montross. Carnage was everywhere as several IGA
officials came to try and get order under control. They had no chance as
Drifter went crazy. Nailing every IGA official that came near. The fans in the
arena came to a boo's rush.]

Drifter: Take that, you trailer park ass wipes.

[The worse was coming as in the corner of Drifters eye he saw someone coming
out. The voice was familar to him but he didn't care. Swinging the steel gray
chair to the side of him and connecting to the head of the object. As Drifter
turned he got a shocking look at who it was, Tommy Danger. Dropping the chair
at his side as he took a minute to evaluate the area. Drifter finally looked
down at the fallen Danger.]

Drifter: Wrong place and the wrong time. Now you ask yourself who the most
Dangerous man is in sports entertainment today is punk. See you in the battle
royal if you can make it.

[Drifter just turns around and walks off looking at the carnage on the way,
leaving Tommy holding his head as he lay on his side as the camera faded.]