SOHK II: Mr. Hog Wild Battle Royal Invitational

[Ben Jacobs]

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["The Icon" Chris Lee]

\\ Darkness has fallen over Greenville, Mississippi. Unfortunately, the darkening skies haven’t alleviated the unbearable heat and humidity. The effects of the elements can be seen on the face of new RCW star Chris Lee, who is obviously sweating. Lee stands outside a small office, Delta Pro Wrestling etched on the glass of the front door. Lee is dressed well, button down black shirt and khaki pants. He has a cell phone to his hear, but his conversation in inaudible. Within seconds, he places the cell phone back in his pocket and opens the door to the office building.

The décor inside is nothing spectacular. A small desk, an older-looking desktop computer and a few chairs. Perhaps the only aspect of the office that “pop out” are the many pictures lining the wall, pictures of Chris in action with various organizations. Lee pauses just inside the door and looks at the various pictures. He smiles a bit, before continuing towards the oak desk. Lee pulls out the plush chair and has a seat, his smile quickly fading. //

Lee: I remember when I was younger, I’d get frustrated over something not going my way. Lord, I’d moan and groan for weeks at a time. I can remember getting’ fighting mad at my momma and daddy, who stayed on me for cussing too much, fighting too much…being that typical rebel child. Then, one day…about 16 years old…I told them I had enough and I was getting the hell outta’ that house. I got some of the best advice I’ve ever gotten that day. After my rant, my daddy looked me in the eyes and told me…“son, just remember, you can always go back home”.

\\ The former WpW superstars nods his head, appearing to remember the moment vividly. //

Lee: I didn’t leave that day, just an old smart-mouth kid…I thought better of it. Those words, man…those words stuck with me, though. The irony in it all, is after almost ten years in the business, I’ve proved my daddy right…I have gone back home.

While I didn’t break into the sport working Arkansas, I did break in with a tried-and-true regional organization as a inexperienced twenty-two year old.

\\ Lee chuckles quietly. //

Lee: I can remember how much I enjoyed my start in the business. It was the sport in its truest form, not this raunchy brand of sports entertainment running rampant today.

\\ Lee points towards one of the pictures on his wall, hanging almost directly behind his desk. The picture shows a much younger version of Lee clad in deep blue wrestling tights and donning a blue luchadore-style mask. //

Lee: I signed my contract with UEWF on a Monday and got fitted for that ridiculous get-up the next day. They called me Glacier and gave me a tag team partner…and we defied all odds. That thrown together team went on to win the UEWF tag team titles…the only tag team champions in the history of that organization. There wasn’t any glitz and glamour. There weren’t these big a$$ jumbotrons and all them silly fireworks displays. It was wrestling back in those days, and the appeal of Razorback Champion Wrestling is the same…its professional wrestling.

Looking back on these years in the sport, that little runt of an organization working Arizona might have been the most enjoyable experience I’ve had. Hell, its played a role in this organization…

\\ Lee spreads his arms as if to show off the cramped office. //

Lee: …Delta Professional Wrestling that I’m trying to build from the ground up.

\\ Lee points to another picture on the wall as he finished his sentence. This one hangs near the door, displaying him with the NAWF World Championship draped over his shoulder. //

Lee: Now, understand…I’ve had success along the way. That stint in UEWF palled in comparison, success-wise, to some stints along the way. Like that picture there, that was me with the NAWF World Championship on my arm. I beat the field in an eight man tournament…and the dang championship match was held on a big-time pay-per-view stage.

\\ Lee smirks. //

Lee: I’ll never forget that night…the dang championship match was held after a freakin’ bra and panties match. Seriously, my World Championship victory came after three sluts got down to their water-bras and thongs. The beauty of this sports entertainment garbage, huh?

It got worse folks, without a doubt…it got worse.

\\ Lee points to a third picture, this one much larger. It depicts Lee on his back, face covered in blood and surrounded by broken pieces of a folding table. //

Lee: That picture right there…that was pretty much the beginning of the end for me. That night right there, I defended my WpW Big Gold title against Rey Sanchez in what is still remembered as one of the biggest matches in World Pro Wrestling history. I laid it all on the line that night in Minneapolis, Minnesota. I gave everything I had…and after that performance…I felt as empty as I ever had.

That’s when I knew that I was burned out with the business. The loaded me up in an ambulance that night…and I asked myself why. I asked myself why I allowed my body to be beaten, bent, and broken. I asked myself if it was really appreciated.

\\ Lee’s face saddens. //

Lee: Turns out, it wasn’t. I left World Pro Wrestling not long after. They didn’t miss me. The fans didn’t miss me. Naw, they just trotted another bimbo out there in a mini-skirt and another muscle-bound youngster and they kept on keeping on.

That old saying goes…something like…fool me once, shame on you….fool me twice, shame on me. I managed to convince myself after some time away that I was ready for that big-time world stage. So, I trotted my happy a$$ back to WpW and won me a TV title…and it all hit me again. That piss-poor feelin’ came rushing back. To World Pro Wrestling, I was just a plug and play player battling a world-wide schedule.

\\ The smile on Lee’s face has totally faded. //

Lee: Boy, right there in pictures…the good, the bad, and the ugly of my nearly ten years in the business. Success and failure, loved and hated, adored and used. I’d be a bold-faced liar if I tried to say I haven’t learned a ton from the experience.

\\ Lee quickly glances over the three pictures. //

Lee: I said it at Southern Dynamite…RCW is a destination for me. I’m not looking to get back on that national stage…not at all. I’m looking to give back and get back. I want to feed off those bitter memories, and I want to start that climb back to main-event status at School of Hard Knocks in that Hog Wild Invitational.

I feel like this opportunity was set-up just for me, to be honest. What better way to make an impact in Razorback Championship Wrestling than showing up and showing out up in St. Charles at the biggest event of RCW’s year? Its what I want…and its what I need.

You know what else I want…I need? I need competition. RCW, don’t let the mention of my name intimidate you. Don’t let the history of “The Icon” keep you from throwing your hat into the ring at School of Hard Knocks. Folks, I want to earn my title shot. I don’t want it given to me and I don’t want to have to destroy a batch of bottom-feeders for it. I want the cream of the crop.

\\ Lee again points towards the pictures on the wall. //

Lee: There has to be a batch of guys out there hungry to get a piece of that. There has to be somebody that wants to try to put a “I beat Chris Lee” feather in their cap. Step up to the plate, folks, and take a cut at professional wrestling’s most violent man.

While your weighing your interests, know that I’m ready. I’m ready to lace the boots back up and carry on the legacy. I’m ready to get back in the ring and show cats like Hardcore Jesus and En Fuego what violence really is. I’m ready to give RCW a star to hang their hat on.

\\ “The Icon” lifts a stack of papers off the desk. //

Lee: While I wait for August 2nd to roll around, I’ll be here in Mississippi, working day and night to get my own organization off the ground. An organization I hope to someday get on solid footing, similar to what RCW has accomplished. I won’t lose focus, though. I won’t forget my next shot at professional wrestling success. I won’t forget what’s at stake and I won’t forget the people of Arkansas that are looking forward to what I’m bringing to the table.

\\ Lee rises from his seat and walks towards the office door. //

Lee: Sometimes a walk down memory lane is a good thing. You can’t deny your past.

\\ Lee opens up the door and places his hand on the light switch. //

Lee: The thing is, sometimes you’ve got to turn out the lights on the bad times.

\\ Lee flicks the light switch off //

Lee: Then you focus on the future.

\\ Chris pulls the door shut and fishes his keys out of his pant’s pocket. He locks the door and deadbolt and checks to make sure everything is secure. “The Icon” turns and walks towards the parking lot and the black SUV sitting there. He clicks the vehicle unlocked and opens the driver’s side door. Before climbing in, he turns back towards the now dark office. //

Lee: It sure feels good to be going home.

\\ With that, Lee climbs into the SUV and cranks it up. He kicks it into drive and slowly pulls out of the parking lot. His license plate is visible as he pulls away. Proudly, it is personalized with ICON. //

[Delilah Ghost]

It is a beautiful summer day in New York. The skies have finally cleared, children run and play in Central Park as their nannies talk among themselves, numerous others merely enjoy reclining in the soft grass under a clear blue sky. A horse drawn carriage goes by, the driver tipping his hat to the camera as his cargo of young lovers exist in a world of their own.

So what brings us here, O RCW Faithful? Could it be the lone figure revealed as the carriage passes by? A person sits on a bench hidden by the newspaper they're reading. Not unusual in itself, at least until one takes a closer look. The paper isn't the Times, the Journal, or even the Post. It is, however, possibly the only copy of the Fayetteville Tribune in New York.

"Did you ever wonder how they get those horses to walk around the city without freaking out over all the traffic? Do they buy up all the old ones that just don't care about loud noises and stuff like that? Extensive training and conditioning to get them used to the hustle and bustle of the city? A little light sedative in with the sugar cubes? Lead them around for months with a carrot dangling from a stick? I imagine it'd be bad for business to have one get all crazed and bolt down Broadway."

At that moment, a bike messenger whizzes by, cutting in between the not-so-mysterious figure and the cameraman. The picture takes a dizzying bounce as the cameraman lets loose with a string of words sure to give the RCW censors a migraine or two. When the picture settles, the newspaper has been folded so 'RCW Signs Chris Lee' can be plainly seen.

"You know that saying, give me a lever big enough and I can move the world? I think there should probably be one that goes something like, give me the right carrot and I can lead anyone to anything. It just depends on what that carrot is, right? Drugs, money, women...everyone has a weakness. And I have to admit, seeing ol' SpongeBomb Firepants, the man that Spell Check fears, is nearly enough to make me dance to that devilish AJ's tune. It is enough to make me want to take a quick trip to Arkansas with a bucket full of pepper pellets and my trusty paintball gun, but not with my dancing shoes on. Considering how many bridges I've burned down that way, it's really not worth it. Oh no. But then in a stroke of pure genius, or madness, they go and dig up the one name that would make me leave my little hidey hole. Chris Lee. Chris 'effin Lee."

"Why is it genius, you ask? I thought I already said that. It's Chris Lee. The Icon. Mister 'Most Violent' himself. I'm comfortable admitting he's a hell of a wrestler and will do great things in RCW. Every single man in the locker room better be quaking in their boots, because they'll need to bring more than their A game when the get in the ring with him. He'll be drawing some serious attention to RCW, and yet, at the same time, that way still lies madness. Not only will all the fanboys be going into geekgasms over it, it draws the interest of a not-so-savory character as well. It draws the interest of someone that has no fear where Chris Lee is concerned, just anticipation. It draws the interest of someone that has nothing to lose and cares very little about gain. Someone that has dreamed about getting their hands around that nonexistent neck for years. Someone with the heart and soul of the finest kind of juvenile delinquent that thinks absolutely nothing of filling up someone's SUV with nacho cheese and a dressing room with the sale rack at Fredrick's of Hollywood. In other words...."

The newspaper is lowered just enough to reveal the face of someone described as 'everyone's favorite redhead' and 'batsh*t crazy' often in the same sentence.

"...me."

And with a grin and a wink, the picture fades to black......

[Pain & Suffering]

(RCW cameras come into focus as we find ourselves outside on a High School track. Standing right in front of the camera, with the usual cigar in his mouth is Tommy Daniels. Behind him we can see Sam Suffering running laps around the track itself, and to our right, we see Maxx Pain running up and down the bleacher steps. The camera stays focused on Tommy, as he takes a puff from his cigar.)

Tommy: It's a surprisingly nice day here in Downriver, Michigan. The sun is shining, it's about 74 degrees out here, perfect weather to do some outdoor training. I decided for this afternoon we'd play along with the “School of Hard Knocks II” theme by having the guys train at this track and field of the high school.

Why am I having them train when they don't have a match for the big event on August 2nd you ask? It's simple really... Maxx Pain and Sam Suffering are throwing their names into the hat for the Mr. Hog Wild Battle Royal Invitational. The original plan was to have Maxx teach Kylie Bishop a lesson, but since we haven't seen nor heard from the redhead since Sam hand delivered her a loss in her debut match, we decided we should focus our efforts in this invitational.

(Tommy takes another puff and blows the cloud of smoke up into the bright blue sky.)

Tommy: So looks like things will be getting a lot more interesting when it comes to this Mr. Hog Wild briefcase. To win a contract to get an opportunity at any Championship here in Razorback Championship Wrestling is a great prize, one in which I have the utmost confidence in Maxx or Sam winning. Once that briefcase belongs to Pain & Suffering, those Hog Wild Tag Team Titles will finally be ours.

So far we have two other competitors signed up for this battle royal, the debuting Chris Lee and the always spunky Delilah Ghost. Although Lee is new to RCW, we all know full well “The Violent Icon” isn't new to this business. So Chris, thanks for the history lesson but please, save us the snooze fest next time because nobody gives a rat's a** about your past. That's all it is, your pathetic past which means nothing here in RCW. You claim to be the world's most violent man, blah blah blah. I've heard that song and dance from guys far bigger than you who failed to even come close to living up to that claim.

You don't scare Maxx and Sam, nor are they the least bit intimidated by you. I have no doubt Pain & Suffering will toss you around that ring like a rag doll until finally they decide to throw you out of the ring and end your pathetic attempt at success.

I don't buy into your hype Lee, again we are not impressed. Unlike all those brainless hicks in the stands, we know you're just like the rest of the morons in the back, just a pathetic loser who tries to make himself seem like someone special. It doesn't work for us and you're not going to be making any type of impact at School of Hard Knocks II.

(Tommy grins.)

Tommy: You say you're not here for fame or money, you just want to help bring wrestling back to this business. That is the biggest bunch of bull I have ever heard! Every single competitor in this industry wants the money, they want the fame, they want the championships so once again Chris, you don't fool me.

You can run around and claim to be wrestling's most violent man, but what does violence have to do with wrestling? If you want to bring this business back to what it should be, as you say, wrestling, violence has no place then. Way to be a hypocrite Lee, you really are pathetic.

(Tommy shakes his head as he takes another puff from his cigar.)

Tommy: Then we have the ever so exciting, Delilah Ghost. From what I remember, last we really saw you was when Pain & Suffering attacked you before the War Games match. That night they busted you open and spilled your blood, much to their own personal delight I might add.

Del, you bring your paint ball guns, bring all the nacho cheese you can find, and whatever other gags you feel like bringing to School. None of those things will make Maxx and Sam go easy on you and none of them will slow them down. Pain & Suffering are looking forward to finishing what they started that night outside the cage.

You seem obsessed with Lee but now you've got two bigger problems on your hands. Maxx and Sam will get great pleasure making sure you don't walk away with the Hog Wild briefcase come School of Hard Knocks II. Just like Lee, you were hoping to make a grand showing on August 2nd but now your efforts will be pointless because the destruction Pain & Suffering are going to cause in this Battle Royal Invitational is going to be unmatched.

It doesn't matter if Dewey Bird or Brock Davids or any other hick decides to join this match, that briefcase belongs to Pain & Suffering. Lee, Ghost, and anybody else, you can do your best to step up to the plate but you're going to strike out as Maxx and Sam once again start proving their dominance around here.

(Tommy grins as the camera fades to black. Daniels tosses his cigar on the ground and rubs it out with his shoe before walking over to the track as Sam Suffering slows his run to a slow walk. He looks over at Tommy as he jogs in place.)

Sam: All set?

Tommy: Yup, promo is done and you guys are in the match.

Sam: Awesome, but I was wondering something.

Tommy: What's that?

Sam: If I'm the one who wins the invitational and gets the briefcase, do I have to use it for a shot at the tag titles?

(Tommy looks at Sam with a inquisitive expression on his face.)

Tommy: I guess not, what other title would you use it on?

Sam: Southern Heritage, cause let's face it, that would be the only chance I'll ever get at that belt.

Tommy: I say cross that bridge when you come to it. If you win the briefcase, use it for whatever title shot you want.

(Sam nods his head as he goes back to doing laps around the track.)

[Delilah Ghost]

A Rib Crib commercial fades out, being replaced with the average classroom. Average, due to the rows of desks neatly arranged, all facing a teacher's desk and chalkboard. Detention is written on the board in large capital letters, but otherwise, the room is empty.

Footsteps can be heard off camera, the clicking of high heels on linoleum, drawing closer. After a moment, dressed in a school girl outfit complete with black patent leather heels and nearly too short skirt, Delilah Ghost enters carrying two white boxes. She sets them down on the teacher's desk and perches herself on the corner. She grins at the camera, smoothing down her skirt.

"I know I've worn it before, but I just couldn't resist. Everyone seems to be using the school thing, and I figured since I already had the outfit, why not get in on it too."

"Now it seems that my return has scared a couple more rabbits out of the woodwork, to mix a metaphor or two. A couple of fellas that go by the handle of Pain and Suffering. Two gentlemen, and I use that term loosely, I find seriously mistaken or seriously delusional. Either one. Pick one and run with it. I just have one thing to say about them...."

Delilah tries to continue, but fails, bursting into laughter instead. After a moment she wipes tears from her eyes and opens her mouth to say something, but dissolves into helpless giggles instead.

"Oh...oh geez....ohh my goodness....too funny. I just couldn't keep a straight face anymore. I watched that promo from the Smothers Brothers and laughed for hours. They bust on Chris Lee bein' all violent, followed up with a dash of scorn with how violence has no place in wrestling, then for dessert they express their great pleasure in jumping me like a couple of b*tches and how they look forward to doing it again. Nice. If everyone legalizes gay marriages, will you two finally settle down and give the rest of us a break?"

Delilah stops, a look of shock on her face. She covers her mouth with one hand, her eyes darting around the room. She leans forward, whispering to the camera, "Was that awful? That was awful. Funny, but awful. I'm probably getting sued now. If you listen real close, there's a lawyer having a heart attack even as we speak."

Delilah grins, sliding off the desk and wandering to the chalkboard. With a short 'ooOOoo' of delight, she takes a pointer out of the tray that ran along the bottom of the board. She swishes it through the air a couple of times before bringing it down with a resounding 'thwack' against the desk.

"Now that we've taken this turn down the irrelevance turnpike, let's try to get back on track. When I heard Pain and Suffering had entered the match as well, my first thought was...well....Who? My next was, 'Oh yeah, those guys'. Way to go. Good job. No better way to get your name recognized than putting yourself in the ring with people who's name is already known. One being Chris Lee, the other being a chick that has a perfectly good reason to put a perfectly good hurt on you. Sorry, Tweedle Douche and Tweedle Bag, but another man's two problems is another woman's two bonuses. I happen to owe Pain and Suffering some pain and suffering. Ooo, what a phrase."

"Bottom line? The check written cannot be cashed, to go all Yoda for a moment. It doesn't look good for you guys. You're getting into the ring with Lee, who's already going to be pissed off at having to be in the same building as scum like me, and...well...scum like me. Sucks to be you, yay for whatever hospital gets your money after you two end up in it. And once we get you two chuckleheads out of the way, the grownups will talk. And once we do...well....then we'll see, won't we? We will see."

Delilah turns back to the desk, arranging the boxes side by side on top of it. "But, boys, I just have to have a teensy bit of pity for you. I dunno, maybe it's a girl thing. I just wanted to get you two a little good luck gift. Seeing as how there's a list of so-called 'morons in the back' whose jockstraps you couldn't POSSIBLY carry, I thought you might like to carry your own. They're even matching!"

The picture bounces slightly as the cameraman walks over to the desk. 'Maxx' is written on the lid of one, 'Sam' on the other. The cameraman takes a small step back as he reaches out and takes the lids off of both of them. When he goes in for a look, the picture is filled with the sight of two white jockstraps, both marked with targets over the...bullseye. And with that, the picture fades to black.........

[Pain & Suffering]

(Maxx Pain and Sam Suffering are in a local gym in Downriver, Michigan. The small gym is empty beside the two of them, as they sit back and watch Delilah Ghost's latest promo on a small television which hangs in the corner of the room. As it comes to an end, Sam picks up a dumbbell and throws it into one of the mirror panels on the wall. The glass instantly shatters into hundreds of pieces as Maxx jumps up and looks at his brother.)

Maxx: What the hell bro?

(Sam just stares at the broken glass, fuming with anger.)

Maxx: Seriously dude, what the hell?

(Sam turns and looks at his brother.)

Sam: Can you believe her?

Maxx: To be honest, once I saw that school girl outfit, I wasn't paying much attention to what she was saying.

(Sam lets out a yell of rage as he tips over a bench press. Maxx motions for him to chill out.)

Maxx: RELAX MAN! I'm not paying for the damages you cause because you are bent out of shape over some redhead.

Sam: Jockstraps? Does she really find that funny?

Maxx: It's not the most clever thing to come up with, I personally expected something a lot more creative from Delilah.

(Tommy Daniels walks into the room and immediately stops in his tracks as he sees the broken glass and tossed around bench. He looks over at Maxx.)

Tommy: What the hell is this crap?

Maxx: Don't look at me, look at him.

(Maxx points at Sam, who is still fuming over Delilah's promo.)

Tommy: Sam, what's the deal?

Sam: Did you see that redheaded slut's promo?

Tommy: Actually Sam, I did and yet I don't understand why I see a broken mirror and other crap right now.

Sam: I'm going to kill her, she thinks it's so damn funny.

(Sam turns and looks at Maxx.)

Sam: She's mine, I'm going to see if she's still laughing as I wrap my hands around her throat and choke and life out of her.

Tommy: Good, you have motivation but here's the problem, the RCW camera crew will be here any minute and I don't want them showing the world your little temper tantrum. So clean this mess up and I'll make sure the cameras stay outside the building.

(Sam pushes past both Maxx and Tommy as he heads for the locker room. Maxx shakes his head as Tommy looks at him.)

Tommy: He's becoming a real hot head lately.

Maxx: I think he's still trying to get use to not being “on the juice”. That's why when I win that Mr. Hog Wild Briefcase, I'm gonna have a lot to think about.

Tommy: What do you mean?

Maxx: If I have a shot at any Championship I want in RCW, it's not going to be the tag titles.

Tommy: Go for the big prize huh?

Maxx: Southern Heritage Title shot is what I'm thinking.

Tommy: I wouldn't say that too loud, otherwise your brother might not be as big of a help come School of Hard Knocks II. For now, just make sure he cleans up his mess and get back to training. I'll be outside dealing with the cameras.

Maxx: Have fun.

Tommy: I always do.

(Tommy turns and heads out of the building just as the RCW camera crew pulls up in their truck. They start unloading as Tommy holds up his hand.)

Tommy: Change of plans, I don't want the camera to distract from Pain & Suffering's training so we're doing this out here. Set up right about where you're standing now and let's get this over with.

(The camera man shrugs his shoulders and finishes getting set up as Tommy pulls out a cigar and lights it. After several more minutes the camera man gives Tommy the signal that we're recording. Tommy takes a puff from his cigar as he smirks at the camera.)

Tommy: So Ms. Ghost, you have decided to start playing your games with Maxx and Sam. First things first, it was extremely kind of you to offer them gifts from your own personal wardrobe. Those targets were a nice little touch too but you might want to be careful because an angry Maxx or Sam isn't something you want to have to deal with come School of Hard Knocks II.

It's a shame that your pretty little body that looked so delicious in that school girl's uniform is going to get brutally disfigured on August 2nd. Now you seem to imply that my words regarding Chris Lee's reasons for being back, then my telling of the destruction Pain & Suffering are going to inflict in this battle royal were hypocritical. Now you would be right IF Maxx and Sam were like Lee in wanting to bring this business back to wrestling, but we all know they don't give a d*mn about wrestling, they just want to hurt people. Like I revealed before, Chris Lee is the true hypocrite. He says he's back because he wants to bring wrestling back to how it should be, yet he claims to be the most violent man alive. Like I said Red, you can't have violence in wrestling, the two just don't go together. They are polar opposites, that's why Pain & Suffering only care about destruction, domination, and pain.

(Tommy grins as he takes another puff from his cigar.)

Tommy: You know, I actually expected better from you Delilah, yet you stooped to the low level of gay marriage? Seriously girl, do you really want to make yourself sound that pathetic and lame? I guess that's too late considering you already made those corny comments. It's easy to make those type of comments Red, but instead how about you try to actually use what little brain you may have to come up with comments that wouldn't be found on an elementary school play ground.

You think Pain & Suffering are jumping in this match to get recognized? How foolish are you girl? We don't need to do anything to be recognized because despite what happened at Hog Heaven: Going Wild, Pain & Suffering are still one of the most dominant and feared teams in this business. You seem to be missing the point that Maxx and Sam are known world wide as the vicious force that they are. We didn't start in RCW like some newbies, we've been dominating this industry for over ten years. Don't try to make Pain & Suffering out as some curtain jerking team that nobody knows because that only make you sound even more foolish.

We don't need a washed up loser like Lee to get noticed, we are always being noticed because the fans are just waiting to find out who our next victims will be. You and Chris will be like our most recent one, Miss Kylie Bishop, another cute redhead who thought she could mess with Pain & Suffering. She found out the hard way what happens when you think that way and so will you Del.

(Tommy laughs to himself as he thinks about how badly Sam wants to hurt Delilah.)

Tommy: We don't need pity Ghost because after Maxx and Sam leave you begging for death, you'll be the one looking for the fans pity at not being able to make a successful come back. This is what, your third or forth attempt at coming back to RCW? How many times are you going to come make, hoping to make waves around here only to find that you're better off gone? All your past attempts at success here have failed, School of Hard Knocks II will be no different.

You need to realize that Chris Lee isn't who you need to be concerned about in this match, it's Pain & Suffering. Think about it for a moment, guys like Dewey Bird, Brock Davids, Seth Parker, hell even Chris Sinclair, this would have been the perfect opportunity for any of those guys to find major success really quickly in RCW. However, none of them, not a one has signed up since Maxx and Sam threw their names into the mix.

There's a reason for that, they know what Maxx and Sam are capable of and don't want to risk their careers by getting involved in this match. Hell, even the violent Lee himself hasn't said a d*mn word since Pain & Suffering came onto the scene. You're the only one brave enough to open their mouth and I applaud you for that, but you must understand what doing so means for you. You said it yourself, pain and suffering.

(Tommy takes a puff from his cigar.)

Tommy: We can sit here and toss words back and forth until we're blue in the face, but where will it really get us doll? Nowhere, that's why I'm going to say this: watch what you say next, because if you cross the line there's no coming back. This could turn out to be your return and retirement all in one match if you're not careful.

Focus on Lee if you want and blow off Maxx and Sam but I guarantee you'll regret it. Don't get too excited for that briefcase because I'm certain Pain & Suffering will make sure you won't be getting your hands on it. Get ready Delilah, you're in for a world of hurt.

(Tommy grins as he tosses his cigar on the ground and rubs it out with his foot. He turns and walks into the gym as the camera fades to black.)