This has been written 95% by Playboy so it is approved
and to say the truth I got goosebumps!
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~The arena goes dark. Suddenly, Splinter by Sevendust begins to play
over the PA system and the fans erupt in applause. Playboy steps out
onto the stage, welcomed with thousands upon thousands of flashbulbs~
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Brandon: "It's absolutely blinding in here, Reggie!"
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Reggie: "This the fan reaction wherever he goes, Brandon, and my
backstage sources tell me that Playboy has something to say tonight."
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~Playboy walks down the ramp to the ringside area, climbs the stairs and
through the ropes to each corner of the ring, where he climbs the
turnbuckles and poses on each one, much to the delight of the fans.
While on the last corner, he is handed a microphone by a ringside hand.
He proceeds to the center of the ring and puts his sunglasses in the
inside pocket of his jacket as his music dies down~
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Playboy: "I'm in the ring right now for one reason... and for one
reason only. Now I realize that I have something else I have to do
tonight, but I want to address something."
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~The crowd begins a small cheer as Playboy pauses~
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Playboy: "You see... I don't like being robbed. But what I hate worse... is when I see other people get robbed."
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~The crowd looks on in confusion~
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Playboy: "I hate... when good people like you all in attendance and everyone watching on TV... get robbed."
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~The crowd quietly applauds, still unsure what Playboy is talking about~
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Playboy: "Last season... you guys had an incredible match placed right
in front of you. A main event caliber match... no, scratch that... a
pay-per-view caliber match... on a silver platter for your pleasure... and one guy... mails it in."
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~The crowd boos a bit, some beginning to realize what Playboy is talking about~
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Playboy: "This... is getting fixed... right now. Boogeyman... I want you to get your ass in here right... now."
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~The crowd erupts into more applause, hoping that they'll get to see Cryl and Playboy come face to face once again. After a few seconds...~
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Playboy: "Come on, Cryl... I know you're here. I can wait here all night..."
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~As soon as Playboy finishes that sentence.........~
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~Halloween music starts to play as the arena turns blood red, the X-Tron explodes showering over the entrance ramp~
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~As the sparks start to thin out Cryl walks through them toward the ring wearing his mask~
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Brandon: "This is going to be damn good. It's going to come to a head right now."
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Reggie: "I don't know what Playboy's thinking... he has another match later tonight."
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~As Cryl steps into the ring, he pauses in the corner~
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Playboy: "You... have a lot of nerve. Last week, I made you hear
them. This week... you take one damn look around us tonight... and SEE
them. THESE... are the people that we do this for. THESE... are the
people that YOU... took something away from. I had no reason to believe
that you wouldn't put up a fight... a fight that these people so dearly
deserve to see."
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~Cryl slowly looks around at the fans as they applaud and stomp their feet, shaking the entire arena~
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Reggie: "I have to say that he's absolutely, 100% right. That would
have been, or, pardon me, SHOULD have been an incredible match and, for
some reason there wasn't a lick of offense from Cryl."
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Brandon: "He didn't say a thing last week. I wonder if he's going to explain himself tonight?"
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Playboy: "So Boogeyman... get over here."
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~Playboy motions for Cryl to come to the center of the ring. However, Cryl does not move~
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Playboy: "We're not going to go through this *BEEP* again. I'm asking you... to come here."
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~After a few seconds, Cryl approaches the center of the ring~
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Playboy: "I'm not going to take up much more time to do this. There
are still some matches to be had here, tonight. So I'm going to make
this short and sweet."
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~Playboy approaches Cryl to their noses are almost touching, staring
into each others eyes. Just enough space in between them for the
microphone~
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Playboy: "At Stable Warfare... we're going to
give these fans... what they deserved weeks ago. You... and me... one
on one. This time... no bull*BEEP*. I'll even make this whatever match you want to have. You pick it... we'll do it."
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~Playboy thrusts the microphone into Cryl's hand. Cryl looks down to the microphone in his hand, and back to Playboy's face~
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Reggie: "There's the challenge! Cryl vs. Playboy at Stable Warfare. What a match that will be."
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Brandon: "Like last time, Reggie?"
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Reggie: "I don't think so. Maybe we'll get to find out what's up with Cryl here. He has a chance to name whatever stipulations he wants!"
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Voice: "Cryl... hit him.. make him finally bleed!!"
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~Cryl turns his head to the right scanning the fans cheering him on~
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Fans: "LAST BLOOD!! LAST BLOOD!!!! LAST BLOOD!!!
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Girl: "Cryl!! STOP!!!"
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~Cryl turns his head to the left and the fans keep cheering~
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Fans: "LAST BLOOD!! LAST BLOOD!!!! LAST BLOOD!!!
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~Cryl snaps his head to Playboy and replies~
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Cryl: "NO! We will NEVER fight again!"
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~Cryl drops the microphone and turns to walk out of the ring. The crowd
begins chanting "Bull*BEEP*"... "Bull*BEEP*"... "Bull*BEEP*"~
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Reggie: "I can't believe this. What is Cryl doing? Why doesn't he want to fight?"
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Brandon: "It's incredible. The monster just doesn't want to fight Playboy."
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Reggie: "This is very uncharacteristic of Cryl. What is it that
Playboy has going for him that Cryl wants absolutely nothing to do with
him?"
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~Before Cryl reaches the ropes, Playboy runs and strikes Cryl with a
kidney punch. Cryl goes down to one knee as Playboy lays in a couple of
fists to his forehead. Playboy hits Cryl with a knee to the side of
the head, causing Cryl to roll out of the ring~
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Reggie: "What is he going to do now?"
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~Cryl takes a couple of steps back from the ring to gather his thoughts. Seraphim runs out onto the stage and down the ramp to stand in front
of him, pleading with him and pushing him away from the ring~
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Brandon: "What is Seraphim doing out here?"
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Reggie: "Looks like she's preventing Cryl from possibly returning to the ring."
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Brandon: "Just what is going on here? Whatever Cryl is concerned about, so is Seraphim. Why do they not want this fight?"
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~Playboy is yelling at Cryl from the ring, inviting him in. The crowd
volume is deafening, so nothing is really heard. Playboy is kicking the
ropes, climbing the turnbuckles, motioning for Cryl to get back in the
ring. However, Cryl and Seraphim continue their retreat up the ramp and
through the curtain backstage, Cryl's eyes never leaving a lock on
Playboy's eyes~
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Brandon: "Look... it looks like he wants to fight. He's locked in a distant stare with Playboy... but why doesn't he?"
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Reggie: "This is really strange, Brandon. What is the story here? There has to be more to
this, but we just don't know what's going on in Cryl's head."
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Brandon: "Maybe.. maybe this is all a ploy and he's just toying with Playboy... trying to get Playboy out of his game for when this thing finally boils over."
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Reggie: "Well, Playboy was willing to set it up for the pay per view.
You don't get a much better chance to boil things over than when
everything counts the most."
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~Playboy angrily steps through the ropes and to the floor. He stands
there and stares up the ramp. He shakes his head and his lips can be
read "son of a bitch". He then proceeds up the ramp and violently
throws the curtains aside to he can step through~
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