Viola Moonlight
I'm Literally Just Here for WZCW
We are backstage with the camera looking straight at the entrance from the parking lot to the Toyko Dome when the door swings open, revealing Saboteur and Action Saxton...
*The crowd in the arena can be heard going wild.*
... dragging something into the building covered in a potato sack.
Saxton: I can't believe how heavy this sucka is.
Saboteur: Just shut up and keep moving, Sax... we can't have anyone see this.
The two men drag the sack across the floor and into another room, where the camera transitions to another that is already placed in that room. Saboteur closes the door as Saxton lifts up the sack to make it stand vertically. Saboteur pulls out some gloves and puts them on.
Saboteur: That is the last time I'm letting you drive stick-shift! How do you not know how to change from 3 to 4th?
Saxton: Hey, don't look at me... it wasn't my fault it was taunting me. That clutch deserved some Black Lightning.
At this point, Saboteur has geared himself to look like a mad scientist.
*The crowd laughs*
Saxton: You look like that Alhazred sucka.
Saboteur pulls out a small microchip.
Saboteur: Well considering your terrible driving caused us to hit this bucket of bolts, I've got no choice but to get my science on. Stand back, Saxy.
Saboteur unveils the sack to reveal a damaged-looking S.H.I.T., who is standing motionless like all robots on standby naturally do these days.
*The crowd gasps at the reveal.*
Saboteur does a few things behind S.H.I.T.'s back, making weird noises to sound like he is doing something whilst Saxton reads the newspaper. Eventually, Saboteur "inserts" the microchip and "switches" S.H.I.T. on.
S.H.I.T.: Powering up... loading... loading... new hardware detected... accepting...
Saboteur nods in approval and nudges Saxton.
Saboteur: Piece of cake.
S.H.I.T.: ... failure to accept new hardware... deleting new hardware...
*The crowd laughs at the expression on Saboteur's face change... well, if you could see his expression.*
The robot begins looking infuriated and has an evil stare at the WZCW Tag Team Champions... both men look a little worried.
Saxton: The cake is a lie, fool! I thought GlaDOS taught you better than this!
As S.H.I.T. goes to make his advance to hurt both men, the mention of the word GlaDOS seems to disrupt S.H.I.T. and trigger something. Both men look confused as S.H.I.T. re-configures itself and pulls out a mircophone.
S.H.I.T.: For some reason S.H.I.T. must be the ring announcer for All-Stars 2.!
The two men look at each other.
Saboteur: Well... that was lacklustre and not creative at all. FalKon really can't deliver a good opening intro, can he? I mean, last show he wrote an opening to was really quite fu...
Saxton: Shut up and let's get this robot sucka to the ring.
S.H.I.T.: S.H.I.T. agrees with the fat man.
*The crowd "ooo's"*
Saxton: WHAT DID YOU CALL ME, FOOL?
Saboteur: Oh boy...
Just as Saxton and S.H.I.T. begin to tussle, Saboteur accidentally knocks over the camera which turns into static white noise for a few seconds.
We transition to the crowd in the Tokyo Dome and the audience goes insane as they see the overhead camera panning out through the arena, showcasing that every seat is filled and packed to the rafters. The cheering is quite loud as the camera goes over to Sebastian Copeland who stands on the stage with a microphone in his hand and a smile on his face.
Copeland: Good evening ladies and gentleman.
Before we go any further, we are reminded that the titantron is translating everything that is being spoken in English for the duration of the show into Japanese.
Copeland: Tonight is a very special occasion: it is a time when the greatest wrestling company in the world opens up its doors to the entire universe and allows any man, woman or robot to compete on this very stage. Last year, we saw a lot of talent come through and even get a contract on the official WZCW roster. It was an extremely fun and entertaining event that inspired this second show, thus making All-Stars an annual exclusive to WZCW. On this night, we look to achieve much more than we did last time and hopefully not destroy the city that so kindly hosted us.
The crowd chuckles at the reference from the ending of All-Stars 1.
Copeland: Ladies and gentleman... welcome to All-Stars 2!
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As Copeland clears off the stage and the chorus hits, the pyrotechnics go off to deliver a spectacular show of fireworks with the crowd rowdy as ever. As the fireworks finish, we see Copeland get back up on stage as the song still continues.
Copeland: And now, introducing your announce team for tonight: S.H.I.T., Saboteur & Action Saxton!
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All three men appear on the stage with Saboteur jumping around excited as Saxton waves to the fans. S.H.I.T. just walks down to the ring without any interaction as the other two clap the hands of the fans. All three men take their positions to a still cheering audience.
Saboteur: Ah yes! The Tokyo Dome! I love the atmosphere of this Japanese audience, don't you Saxy?
Saxton: And yet I'm stuck here doing commentary with you! I can't go three hours without delivering the pain to those mothasucka's, especially if the mystery competitor is Ricky Martin.
Saboteur: I'm actually more worried about S.H.I.T... does he even know what to say?
As they say that, they see S.H.I.T. standing in the ring doing absolutely nothing, waiting for his cue. Saxton shrugs as we transition back to Copeland, still on the stage.
Copeland: Thanks guys for being here tonight... and although I am officially the "Host" of the 2nd All-Stars event, there is someone else who should be taking the credit for organising the show. If it wasn't for this man buying the exclusive rights to the All-Stars show, this wouldn't have even happened. Everybody, please welcome the man who made this possible, from Japan; "Mr. Incredible..."
The crowd begins to cheer loudly.
Copeland: DOUG CRASHIN!
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The crowd roars and are on their feet for Doug Crashin, a legend in Japanese wrestling (despite his record in actual WZCW). He walks out, decked out in his signature Armani suit with the biggest smile on his face, a rarity for Crashin. Everyone is cheering loudly with Saboteur/Saxton having their jaws wide open at who the "organiser" for the event is.
Saboteur: Bah Gawd: that's who contacted us to work tonight as commentators?
Saxton: He's our boss and gets more cheers than us? It's gotta be opposite day.
Copeland hands over the mic to Crashin as he disappears, leaving the stage to Crashin. Everyone in the audience gives a big cheer for Crashin as he raises the mic to talk.
Crashin: It's good to be back home!
They cheer once more for Crashin.
Crashin: But yes, it is true. I purchased the rights to hold this event in Japan tonight because I felt like I needed to give back to the fans. Ever since I took Steven Kurtesy's crash course in developing inner peace, I've become a new spiritual man and I feel like I needed to reverse the bad karma in the wrestling world. So I decided to host the biggest event of WZCW that really isn't WZCW in what I consider my home country of Japan... and what's more is that I've purposely left a spot open in the main event this evening for a 6th competitor. Well, guess who is coming back for one more match?
The Incredible One... DOUUUGGGGG CRRRRAAAASSSSSSSSHHHHIIIIINNNNNNN!
The crowd roars in approval as Doug drops the mic, waves to the fans and heads into the back.
Saxton: I thought that fool was on the forever injured list.
Saboteur: That might be the forever alone list but I digress here, a Doug Crashin appearance was the last thing I thought would happen tonight... and I've had my fair share of dreams... and nightmares. Ugh, it makes me shiver.
Saxton: Well Sabsy, I've had this one recurring dream that's been haunting me. Saxton never has no dreams that come back without being kicked in its cloudy meatsacks!
Saboteur: What was it like, partner?
As Saxton begins to ponder, the screen goes all blurry and fades away into a dream-like state.
The start of the dream goes to SHIT standing in the middle of the ring, equipped with a bow-tie, a lace bra & a tu-tu.
S.H.I.T.: The following contest is scheduled for… -is scheduled for… -is scheduled for…
SHIT continues on in this manner, as if he were a broken record.
Saboteur: What in the world is going on with SHIT?
Saxton: I have no idea. Did he fry a circuit?
After a few more moments of this, Saxton hops out of his seat which reveals an even bigger muscle tone than he normal has and enters the ring. SHIT turns around, still repeating himself, and Saxton smacks the crap out of him.
S.H.I.T.: -is scheduled for one fall!
Satisfied, Saxton jumps high into the air and lands in his seat.
Saboteur: Was that completely necessary?
Saxton: Yes it was, sucka.
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S.H.I.T.: Introducing first, from Allentown, PA, weighing in at 185 pounds… LEONARD PIERCE!
After the introduction to the song ends, Leonard enters the arena to cheers. He looks at his hands and then around the building before his eyes settle on the ring. He walks to the ring at a normal pace, walks up the rings steps, and climbs into the ring between the top and middle ropes. He then walks to his corner and crouches, waiting for his opponent.
Saboteur: So, let me get this straight- this guy has NO pro wrestling training whatsoever?
Saxton: No, but he does have high school experience and hopes it will get him through tonight. I expect him to do as badly as… well, about as bad as Mikey Stormrage usually does.
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S.H.I.T.: And his opponent, from the Side of the Street on Mary Lou Road, weighing in at… ERROR! No weight determined. YELLOW!
Yellow comes out with his black umbrella to cheers. Rain begins to fall over the entrance ramp as he makes his way down to the ramp. His face unseen, he then hops into the ring and waits for the bell.
Saboteur: I can’t see his face, and I don’t know his weight. Who is this guy?
Saxton: And where on God’s mostly-blue Earth is Mary Lou Road?
Leonard Pierce vs. Yellow
*Bell Rings*
Pierce starts the match off quick, running forward and dropping Yellow with a shoulder block. As Yellow recovers, Leonard then hits a quick knee to the gut and drops him with a headlock takedown for a quick cover.
…1!
…2!
Yellow manages to get a shoulder up.
Saboteur: Yellow isn’t looking too good so far. I’m feeling blue, not yellow, just watching this.
Saxton: I’ll say. He looks like James Howard out there!
When Yellow returns to his feet, Pierce grabs him, locking him in a non-lifting bearhug. Yellow struggles, but manages to break free and counters with a scoop slam. He then backs up to the corner and, when Leonard returns to his feet, hits a running knee strike. Yellow wastes no time in capitalizing by locking in the Boston Crab.
Saboteur: Things are turning around for Yellow. This might be it right here!
Saxton: Is he going to take off that raincoat or what? He might lock in a submission better that way- not to mention I want to see his face.
Struggling, Leonard Pierce manages to drag himself to the rope, grabbing hold of it. The ref counts to 4 before Yellow lets go and backs off. As Leonard struggles to his feet, Yellow grabs hold of him again and drops him with Rainfall for a pin.
…1!
…2!
Pierce powers out in the nick of time.
Saboteur: Leonard trying to fight back, but will it be enough?
Saxton: I don’t think so- this looks to be the end!
Yellow then heads to the top rope. When Leonard returns to his feet, he flies out for a Spinning Wheel Kick, but misses, falling in the center of the ring. Pierce quickly runs up and makes a cover.
…1!
…2!
Yellow barely kicks out.
Saboteur: A big mistake from Yellow flying off the top rope. Leonard Pierce now with a chance to take this win home.
Saxton: Leonard Pierce just won this match. What do you mean, “chance?”
Pierce hoists Yellow back up and hits a knee to the gut, followed by an elbow to the back of his neck, downing Yellow. Pierce then kicks him in the ribs and makes another cover.
…1!
…2!
Yellow powers out yet again.
Saboteur: Yellow just won’t stay down!
Saxton: I think it’s the raincoat.
Leonard picks Yellow back up, letting out a loud grunt as he uses all his strength to do so. Yellow manages to slip out of his grasp and hit a standing Spinning Wheel Kick. Capitalizing, Yellow ascends the top rope and goes for The Splash, but Pierce rolls out of the way. Leonard then makes it to his feet and picks Yellow back up, letting out another loud grunt, and hits his Rib Breaker. Obviously exhausted, Pierce pushes Yellow over and pins him.
…1!
…2!
…3!
*Bell Rings*
S.H.I.T.: Here is your winner, LEONARD PIERCE!
The crowd cheers as Pierce rolls out of the ring and ascends the ramp, staring down at his hands.
Saboteur: What was that you were saying about Pierce doing as bad as Mikey Stormrage?
Saxton: I did say Yellow looked like James Howard out there, so I redeemed myself! Besides, this Yellow character was nothing anyway- even Joe Mason could have pulled a win against him!
Saboteur: Joe who now?
The dream fades out back into reality.
We see Saxton still pondering with Saboteur and the rest of the audience completely confused (as somehow they all saw the same dream).
Saboteur: That was really vivid... like, REALLY vivid. However, it's a good thing that was only a dream because they're not real.
Saxton: Exactly, that never happened.
Saboteur: Yes, that never happened.
Both Saboteur and Saxton slowly turn their heads to the camera, staring blankly and looking very convincingly that the match between Leonard Pierce and Yellow never happened... at all... right?
S.H.I.T.: ERROR... ERROR!