The fat lady has sung

[micah]

Scene opens with Shane in timbombs locker room. Watching the last pay per view, and promos his three opponents have done so far. He takes a breath and begins to speak.

Well nice action guys really. One problem you won't beat us I don't care if the president of all wars comes down to the ring with you all. I mean come on what are you guys going to do really, SING US TO DEATH? Logan, Reaper, and my self have plenty of ring presence I've been in two matches so far, not to mention all the finghts and matches I was in before I got here. Tank the same goes for him. I mean do you all really think you can plan out whats going to happen in the squared ciricle? Theres where your downfall will be tring to see whats going to happen. I mean theres me a crafty smart athletic man that will put up more then a fight I assure you three that. Then there is Reaper, a seven foot geneiticlly jacked monstre that could tear you three apart by himself. Then finally there is my man Logan a ture veteren ofthis industry and US Champ.You said to me once before your going to destory us? That makes me laugh, how can you when all you guys do is think of music? Seriously you can't beat me or any of us for that matter and you'll see this week how much ring presence we have and your alls last song will be taps becuase timebomb is going to kill you three. THE FAT LADY HAS SUNG BITCHES!!!!

Scene Fades

[logan]

Loganvision comes to life filling Sears televisions and home screens across the world. A mans face enlarged over the screen, mustard sauce running down the corners of his lips, he speaks while perched over a plate of hotdog's like a wolf guarding it's last meal.

Logan: Damn right.

The interruption of Loganvision comes to a close leaving mall shoppers and home viewers puzzled.

[Tank]

Scene opens up to a washer and dryer place where Tank is doing his laundry.

Seriously guys. I will grab Tanbark by the throat squeeze and them pop it. Then take out his voice box and throw it on the ground. Then I will jump on it. While I jump on it it was splatter all across the ring and then I will grab Apollo and throw him into the ring against his own free will. Then I will chokeslam him, slam him down, powerbomb him, piledrive him, tombstone him, kick him in the head, punch him in the face, I mean seriously there is no way I will stop beating the holy crap out of you. As for that other guy Sanzen. He doesn't even talk so he can go take his fist and shove it right in his ass.

Tank stands up.

Shane is as original as they come. He's just like me, we both want to win and we'll do it at all costs. Logan is the United States Champion because of us and we're here to keep that title around his pretty little waist. Logan isn't the leader, Shane is but Logan is nice too. Logan only holds the titles cause we get those titles for him! That's my job as enforcer! Shane, Logan and myself will be at the ring Triangle!

Tank opens the dryer door but rips it off.

Jesus fucking christ. Sigh. You can come down and sing pretty songs, tell us about the ninja turtles, and rip your pants but one thing you won't do is be victorious on Monday. Slam was of course, nicknamed after me. Monday Night SLAM... with Tank Reaper.

Scene fades out.