Poison vs Jack Killa

*The camera flickers to life to reveal a shot of a sold out crowd going crazy as lights flash all over the arena. The camera pans over rows of excited fans, some holding signs such as one that reads “Jai Killa sucks!” and another that says “I came to see Tommy Arrogence!” The camera switches to the announce table, revealing DUW’s two color commenters Chris Murphy and Daniel Mills*

.:Chris Murphy:.
Good evening DUW fans I’m Chris Murphy here with my broadcasting partner Daniel Mills with another intense night of Saturday Night Danger!

.:Daniel Mills:.
Boy, intense is right Chris, we have a huge tag team tables match, the semi finals for the Universal Championship Tournament, and we finally get to see Jai Killa’s accomplice from last week in action.

.:Chris Murphy:.
That’s right Daniel, last week after our main event Jai Killa interrupted Iceman and Steve Jones’s celebration and man he calls “Jack” took both of them out.

.:Daniel Mills:.
And tonight we finally get a better look at this guy, and let me tell you Chris, I can’t wait.



*Suddenly, the lights flash red and white as “Remedy” and “science” blare over the PA system*

.:Chris Murphy:.
Speaking of “Jack,” here he comes now!

*The crowd boos loudly as Jack Killa, wearing a long, black jacket covering his waist walks through a wall of smoke rising from the stage*



*Jack smiles and looks out at the crowd as he slowly brushes back his jacket so you can see his waist, revealing a replica of the DUW Dangerous Championship*

.:Daniel Mills:.
Oh my god Chris, is that the Dangerous Championship? What is this guy doing with the Dangerous Championship?

Chris Murphy:.
I have no idea Daniel, but I’m sure were going to find out soon.

*The camera slowly zooms in on Jack’s replica of the title as Jack unbuckles it off his waist and holds it in his hands. Jack then raises the title high in the air as a large barrage of fireworks go off behind him*



.:Daniel Mills:.
Holy cow! That was huge! Who did he have to sleep with to get a pyro like that!?

*Jack smiles and place the title over his shoulder and walks down the ramp ignoring the jeering fans. Jack then slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air with his hands in a “rockstar” position*



*Jack climbs down as the music stops and the lights go back to normal. Jack grabs a microphone from outside of the ring and walks back to the middle of the ring to speak*

.:Jack Killa:.
So, I’m sure your all happy to see me again, huh?

*The crowd boos loudly*

.:Jack Killa:.
Ah, who cares what you idiots think, your all a bunch of un-important losers. Usually I would be continue showing you up, but tonight I’m in a good mood. Ever since I kicked Iceman and Steve Jones’s ass I’ve been in a good mood. Because I know when I took both of them out everyone in that dirty locker room stood up and took notice, and that’s exactly what I want. You also might be wondering why I have the Dangerous Championship over my shoulder here, and I’ll tell you why. I know, and everyone else knows that my brother Jai and I are the most dominate wrestlers in this business…

.:Chris Murphy:.
Wait a minute, did he just say brother!? That guy is Jai Killa’s brother!?

.:Daniel Mills:.
Looks like it Chris.

.:Jack Killa:.
What, none of you knew that? Do you think anyone like me would want to go out of my way to support some bastard because he asked nicely? No, I grew up all my life with Jai, and if it wasn’t for that, I’d be my own man right now. But anyway, back to the title. As I said, me and Jai are obviously the greatest superstars on the roster, and both of us will be getting gold sometime soon, that’s for sure. But I was a little impatient, so I decided to have someone create an exact replica of the title that will soon be around my waist, the Dangerous Championship. Of course, as soon as I get the real thing I’ll throw this away or something. But enough of the future, let’s talk about tonight. Later this evening I will make my debut against a man who calls himself “Poison.” Now, I’ve never seen this guy backstage or anything, so there’s no real way to prepare for a match like this. But it doesn’t matter to me, because I’m great at improvising. All I need to do is take a quick glance at this guy and a game plan pops into my head. Whether he’s a purple elephant to a guy with some cheap terrible gimmick like, I don’t a know, a plumber, I will come out on top. Sorry “Poison,” but your just a small stepping stone in the path to my success. See you tonight.

*Jack Killa’s entrance music plays again as Jack drops the microphone and leaves the ring. Jack walks back down the ramp as the crowd chants “You Suck!” Jack takes a look back at the ring one more time and smiles before heading back to the locker rooms*