[S. 1 | OPENING SEGMENT] DC Hennig and D-Volution | "This...IS YOUR LIFE!"

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DUE DATE: SATURDAY 12TH JULY, 2014

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Just so the GMs know, we're hoping to get this up this weekend. I haven't been online all week, so I'm behind with life in general, let alone this and my match. So keep this around until we post, please.

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They moved this to archives Sad

It's totally fine, I'll finish this up and post it tomorrow here in the archives. Anyone who is interested in seeing the promo, feel free to watch the topic and look for my next reply here. Smile

Really sorry that Chilly and I failed to post on time, we picked a bad week to try to do this one. For spoilers, please refer to David Michaels vs. Travis Levitt, and let's all pretend like we posted this on time. Funny

Guest

so we're gonna pretend this never happened?

Guest

Good reading, Alex.

They'll post it when they can. Just pretend it DID happen already, and DC Hennig is in D-Volution.

The 7,000 strong in the Landon Arena, in Topeka, Kansas, are making as much noise as an arena twice it's size would. Why? Because they are ready for some Vendetta action! As is almost routine here in the XWA, after the introductory fireworks, we are taken to ringside where Joey Miles and Ted Cedar are ready and waiting!

Cedar:
"Hello everybody and welcome to a sold out Landon Arena here in Topeka, Kansas! We've got a HUGE edition of Vendetta here tonight for you as, get this Joey, the World Champion and his challenger at Rev Wars will be in action...TONIGHT!"

Miles:
"Yes, that's right you fat fuck of information, while that doofus David Michaels gets his handed to him by Travis Levitt, we shall also see our glorious World Champion Hitman Alex go one on one against that British piece of shit, Danny Diamond!"

Cedar:
"...one day I always hope that you'll help be introduce the show without bias and foul language."

Miles:
"HA! Good fucking look with that."

Cedar:
"...well with those two excellent matches set for tonight, our main event even manages to top those, as The Knockout Kings will put their XWA Tag Team Titles on the line against TWO other teams in the form of The Logging Crew and The Hopeful...and I shudder to think what might happen if Robert Hope's group of Followers manages to capture those titles tonight."

Miles:
"A fucking party, that's what! What this company needs more of than ever is two masked, sick bastards to show everyone who's boss...and it's going to happen tonight, Teddy!"

Cedar:
"I certainly hope not..."

Miles:
"Now even you're doing the hope puns. Ain't they beautiful?"

Cedar:
"I did no--forget it....oh wait a minute here!"

Miles:
"Oh great. Just what we needed to kick of this night - a moron who thinks he's Curt Hennig."

Cedar:
"It's his son you blithering idiot!"

Miles:
"Well fuck me..."

Much like last week, the majority of the 7,000 crowd here tonight gives off a positive reaction for Mr. Phenomenal's entrance music hitting the PA system, but a few boos can certainly be heard especially after the comment made by David Michaels last week. Maybe he was right? Who knows, either way, the bleach blonde superstar struts out from behind the entrance curtain all dressed in his ring gear and generic XWA T-Shirt. He has a red book in his right hand and a large black sack in the other, clearly filled to the brim with something. DC Hennig stands at the end of the entrance stage and looks out at the fans, smiling and looking rather jolly with himself this fine evening.

Cedar:
"Looks as though DC has something planned here...the ring has two chairs in it, with a TV screen behind them also...and why is there a bunch of chairs at the bottom of the ramp?"

Miles:
"Why the fuck you asking me?! How the hell should I know...maybe he's going to read bedtime stories?"

Indeed, in the ring are two stools and a flat screen TV hanging between them from the rafters, whilst at the bottom of the ramp are a bunch of chairs set out like we are about to have a wedding or something! DC gives off another beaming grin and then proceeds to walk on down the entrance ramp, walking through the little isle between the chairs, looking at them with a really chuffed nature. He places the large bag under the bottom rope, before heading up the ring steps and into the ring. Laura Watts hands him a microphone through the ropes and he gives it a little tap as he spins round on the spot and looks out at the audience.

Cedar:
"I'm not sure what all this is about. We expected to here from DC Hennig tonight, but it looks as though he has something far more elaborate planned."

Miles:
"This better be worth while. I already not liking this Hennig fellow..."

DC:
"Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, it is my pleasure to welcome you here tonight to XWA Vendetta!"

The influential crowd gives a big pop to the very mention of the existence of the show.

DC:
"It's good to be back in this town here tonight and... I know we have one hell of a show planned tonight, but there's something I have to address, and I have to address it now. Since last week, I've been thinking long and hard; it appears me and Davey Boy have got off on the wrong foot. Clearly he's been under a lot of stress over the past few months and now he's only just been able to set his sights back on the XWA World Heavyweight Championship. So, I admit, I caught ol' Davey Boy at the wrong time so he was bound to shun me away. However, I have a Phenomenal plan here tonight to get back in my old buddy's good books."

Cedar:
"What is he doing?"

Miles:
"I don't even want to know what is in that book, let alone that sack..."

DC:
"So, tonight, I decided to go oldschool. I sat at home and thought to myself, 'what do you do to really show how much you care about your ol' buddy?' So I went and bought this REALLY expensive red book, wrote a bunch of stuff in it and thought to myself 'Oh hell yes!" So, David Michaels, as you can see I have a nice little set here... So please, David and co...COME ON DOWN!!!!"

Miles:
"The hell is this? Price is Right?!"

Cedar:
"I forgot how funny DC Hennig is."

Miles:
"His face is funny..."

DC does a comical point towards the entrance stage, almost trying to magic David out here. After a few awkard seconds, D-Volution's music hits to a massive ovation.

All four members of the group head out from behind the entrance curtain. All are in their street clothes, wearing matching D-Volution shirts. Michaels has his trademark shades and cowboy hat on, while the sexy Nova is pushing JHalc in his wheelchair. Carnage is tagging along behind, looking rather manic as ever. Michaels leads the quartet down to the ringside area, as he drinks water from a bottle before tossing it into the crowd. Michaels inspects the chairs at the bottom of the ramp and looks at DC, just wondering what his former partner is up to. Taking a quick glance at the chairs set up at ringside, but disregarding them entirely, Michaels and his crew collectively head toward the ring (aside from JHalc, obviously). But as Carnage and Nova begin to ascend the stairs, DC Hennig quickly interjects, as the backstage sound technician quickly cuts D-Volution's music.

Hennig:
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, waaaaaaaait a minute, no no no. No sir. Come on Davey Boy... it's us. This is between you and me. Now I've had the courtesy to set some chairs up right over there for your D-Volution cohorts - so please, tell Hotwheels, Tiny, and Jugs to take a seat.

Carnage puffs his chest mightily upon being called Tiny; or Jugs, maybe. Probably Tiny, though. At any rate, while Carnage would surely love to ring Hennig's neck, Michaels directs his attention to his stablemates and tells them to stay out there while he deals with whatever shenanigans DC might be out to. Michaels places his shades on top of his hat and heads up the ring steps, stepping into the ring and walking past DC, grabbing a mic through the ropes. He turns back around and stands in front of Mr. Phenomenal, eliciting quite a reaction from the live audience, seeing the two former best friends and tag team partners standing toe-to-toe once more. A wave of anticipation falls over the XWA Universe, more than eager to see if the tension between these two will be resolved here tonight, or escalate to more dangerous proportions.

Michaels cuts to the chase.

Michaels:
"Dude...the hell are you doing? Even with all this crap already..."

Hennig:
"Listen David, I'm here tonight -- in beautiful Topeka, Kansas --"

Hennig pauses for the cheap pop, which he predictably receives from an audience who for some reason is proud of Topeka, Kansas. But while Hennig sports a comically large grin, and the live audience reciprocates with unceasing applause, the most noticeably unhappy face in the arena is the face of "The Man They Came to See", David Michaels, who looks endlessly annoyed already.

Michaels:
"Jesus Christ, man, already with the crowd work? Seriously? What the hell happened to you?"

Hennig:
"Well I -- I just think it's worth mentioning that we're in the lovely city of Top --"

Michaels:
"NO. Not again, nuh-uh, nope. For gawd's sakes, it's like your hooked up on life support and NEED the audience to shower you with adoration so that you can draw one more breath. Honestly, since you've returned I can't even tell if you're hamming it up for the cameras as usual, or have become some unbearable hack with an incessant need to be liked. That line is growing very thin, DC."

Michaels puts particular emphasis on the words "hack" and "need" in his last sentence, the two words darting around Hennig's mind like ricocheting bullets. But nevertheless, Hennig fights the urge to become defensive, and carry on with his master plan.

Hennig:
"Alright, fine, no more cheap pops. If your perception of me is seriously deteriorating this much, Davey Boy, then I'll stop the games, and the tricks, and the goofs. Hell, I'll even stop calling you Davey Boy, David. I'm cutting the bullshit right now."

Hennig's somber tone draws some disappointed sighs from the audience, the majority of which seem displeased with DC's intention to quit being a jackass. Michaels, however, looks a little relieved.

Michaels:
"Glad to hear it."

Hennig:
"Because you, David, are right. This is no laughing matter. This is no time for fun and games. Anyone looking back on the last two weeks can clearly see that this... this is serious. This is real. In fact, David Michaels, this... IS YOUR LIFE!"

Cedar:
"Oh Lord... this should go over well."

Miles:
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me..."

David Michaels hangs his head, not out of disbelief, but out of the confirmation of his suspicion that DC Hennig would certainly not cut the bullshit. Furthermore, if bullshit had an official theme song, it would be the tacky, hokey, clowns-stepping-out-of-a-tiny-car-and-throwing-pies-in-each-others-faces song that is now blaring throughout the arena. The suicide-inducing music is complemented by the dropping of balloons from the rafters -- although, pathetically, a total of maybe seven balloons fall, two of which land in the ring. The fans can practically see David Michaels' blood pressure rising as he bends down to pick up a balloon, a blue nylon balloon with the star of David and the words "HAPPY HANUKKAH" splayed over it. Michaels gives DC a look that is equal parts perplexity and incredulity, a look that could inspire its own meme if one didn't already exist.

Hennig:
"Uhhhh, yeah, this was sort of a last-minute idea I had so I couldn't really get a large budget for it. Honestly most of the budget went towards renting that television screen there. You guys don't think we just have a closet full of like twenty flat-screen TV's do you? So that's about the best I could do... oh buy hey, I have this too!"

Mr. Phenomenal sets aside his red book and microphone, and reaches both hands into the large bag he brought with him. With his left hand, he grabs one large handful of confetti and tosses it into the air... and directly into David Michaels' face. His trademark cowboy hat now bedazzled with red and blue confetti, the number one contender to the World Heavyweight Championship looks as though he may have a massive coronary here tonight. In his right hand, Hennig holds a party streamer, which he unravels and draws in a couple of times before realizing that he is clearly getting under Michaels' skin. Hennig allows the streamer to clumsily fall out of his mouth, and picks up the mic and book once more.

Michaels:
"I don't usually give people a heads-up on this sort of thing... but since we have history, I just want you to know that unless this crap improves DRASTICALLY, you're moments away from a Shattered Teeth Symphony right now."

The live audience gives a sizable ovation to Michaels' declaration, while Hennig's more loyal fans give somewhat noticeable boos to the notion of Mr. Phenomenal's pearly whites making their way through his digestive system. Hennig takes the hint, though, and carries on.

Hennig:
"Right... well, listen man, I don't know why we've gotten off to such a rocky start since my return a couple of weeks ago. I tried to embrace you at the Big Ass American Bash, and you blew me off. I tried to reconnect with you last week, and you brushed me off even more assertively."

Michaels:
"I'll tell you exactly why --"

Hennig:
"Let me finish."

Although certainly foolish earlier on, the authority in Mr. Phenomenal's voice as he looks his impatient former ally squarely in the eyes brings about a certain respect for the former XWA Champion. Although his brow is furrowed slightly, Michaels allows Hennig to finish his statement.

Hennig:
"Now David I know that you've embarked on a whole new chapter of your career since I stepped away from pro wrestling a couple of years ago. And that's exactly how it should be; I'm glad you've found new company in my absence, and I'm thrilled at the success you've found here in the XWA once again. But I believe that is the root of our problems here and now David; you've moved on so easily, and so successfully, that you've forgotten about the good times we had together. So Davey -- err, David, I thought that you and I should take a little trip down memory lane together, and reminisce about the -- and pardon the cliche -- "good ol' days." And wouldn't you know it, I invited a few friends here tonight to help us do just that."

JHalc, Nova, and Carnage look on with a suspicious curiosity, while Michaels glares at Mr. Phenomenal with more suspicion than curiosity. To be curious, one would have to want to take part in something; and the number one contender to the World Championship would surely rather be doing anything else than holding a Happy Hanukkah balloon as part of an idiotic segment from his disconnected amigo. This point is further driven home when the incredibly cheesy "Leave the Memories Alone" begins playing in the background, a soundtrack to a segment that practically every member of the XWA Universe can see going terribly, terribly wrong.

Hennig:
"Alright baby, let's get this show on the road. David Michaels, you and I first made a major name for ourselves when we created the always-inappropriate, always-controversial, always-entertaining DxWo. But if you recall, buddy, we weren't the only members of that group. Ladies and gentlemen, from the very original incarnation of D-Generation X World Order, please welcome: J Glick A, and Ricky Raymond!

Surely enough, making their first appearance in front of a pro wrestling crowd in a very long time, the pair of J Glick A and Ricky Raymond, two SIW alumni and members of the inaugural DxWo, make their way out from behind the curtain to a... less than noteworthy pop. This isn't their crowd, after all. I mean honestly, Hennig could have hired a hotdog vendor to come out here and call himself Ricky Raymond for all the XWA fans know. But the true, loyal fans of SIW and especially DxWo recognize the duo, who look very much like they did many years back, although slightly heavier. J Glick A and Raymond walk down the ramp, grinning widely, ecstatic to be reunited with Hennig and Michaels. The two step carefully around the D-Volution members, who look none too impressed by their arrival, and hop onto the apron and into the ring. Against the backdrop of multiple camera flashes, DC Hennig embraces J Glick A and Ricky Raymond with a big hug, happy to see his friends again. Hennig turns around to grab a couple of microphones for his former stablemates, but just as he does, BAM! Before Ricky Raymond can even open his mouth to say hello to the Showstealer, David Michaels drives the heel of his boot right into Raymond's chin with a devastating Shattered Teeth Symphony! The live audience goes absolutely nuts for the superkick, a near perfect callback to four or five years ago in an infamous SIW segment in which Ricky Raymond was very literally kicked out of DxWo. J Glick A looks on, his eyes wide and mouth gaping open, while DC Hennig looks as a pet-owner might look when he finds his dog has chewed up a couch cushion; disappointed, but not shocked. Michaels' expression is one of complete stoicism; he glares down at the incapacitated Ricky Raymond, before gazing his direction at Mr. Phenomenal with one eyebrow cocked and a disapproving smirk on his face.

Cedar:
"Well thanks for coming Ricky Raymond!"

Miles:
"I almost envy this guy, at least he won't have to witness these idiots any longer.

DC Hennig breathes a heavy sigh, and holds the microphone to his face once more while looking at a bewildered J Glick A. Understandably, "Leave the Memories Alone" fades away, as the sound guy at least has the good sense to actually leave the memories alone.

Hennig:
"I... uhhhh... I guess you can go, Glick. It was good to see ya. Oh and scoop him up and escort him backstage, will you? Much appreciated."

Hennig and J Glick A shake hands before Glick drags an unconscious Ricky Raymond off the canvas, throwing Raymond's arm over his shoulder as he carries him up the ramp. Glick makes no attempt to reconnect with David Michaels, acting as one might around a venomous snake that's already struck once. Rather he shuffles past Michaels and the other members of D-Volution, and the duo disappears once more into obscurity. With D-Volution highly amused at this turn of events, David Michaels holds the microphone to his face, and utters a simple warning to DC Hennig.

Michaels:
"...strike one."

Hennig:
"Yeah, I honestly couldn't imagine any other outcome than that one. I mean poor Ricky will probably never eat solid foods again, but hey, that had to bring back some memories, right?"

Michaels:
"Oh I'm feeling something DC, and it isn't nostalgia. Get on with this. Unlike you I'm actually important to the show tonight."

As if they were witnessing Wilmer Valderamma conduct a classic "Yo Momma!" battle, the crowd lets out an instinctive "ooooooooh" at Michaels' diss. Hennig reluctantly swallows that hit, however, and continues on with his ill-fated attempt to win back the affection of his friend and tag partner.

Hennig:
"Alright David... well DxWo was a major part of our lives and our careers, but in your case, it wasn't the only major component. You see folks, I don't know if you know this but David Michaels is very close friends with a former champion here in the Xtreme Wrestling Association. I've had the pleasure of watching this guy in action since day one, and if anyone can talk some sense into you David, it's this guy. So without further ado, ladies and gentlemen give it up for the one, the only... SNAKE!

Cedar:
"What the -- Snake? What the hell does DC Hennig have planned now?"

Miles:
"I don't know Teddy, but I can't wait, because if he keeps up at this pace we're gonna be watching DC Hennig get his teeth knocked down his throat any minute!"

While the arrival of J Glick A and Ricky Raymond elicited practically no response from David Michaels, the surprised look in his eyes show that DC Hennig has certainly drew a reaction from the Showstealer, whose eyes dart back-and-forth between Hennig and the stage. Tens of thousands of eyes are fixated upon the stage, with all but one person eagerly awaiting the arrival of one of the most enigmatic wrestlers in XWA history... whom everyone also knows to be standing in the ring, sans facepaint. But in some bizarre, unexplainable, magical circumstance, Snake pops out from behind the curtain! Or rather, a scrawny, 110-lb. looking man, whose entire body is covered in a black spandex bodysuit, appears before the XWA Universe, complete with black-and-white facepaint that appears to have been drawn on by a chimpanzee, and a replica of the XWA RSD Championship that one could probably buy on eBay for a cool $4.99, plus shipping. DC Hennig laughs heartily as "Snake" bounces and struts down the ramp, and Hennig turns to Michaels to share in this humorous occasion. But David Michaels is not laughing; rather, his nostrils flare and his eyes are cold as ice as he turns to give a menacing glare at Mr. Phenomenal. At this point, "Snake" has made his way down the ramp, but is afraid to move another muscle as he stands toe-to-toe with the gargantuan Carnage, who is standing with his back to the ring, arms crossed, and seems to be begging to rip the impostor to pieces. DC Hennig's laugh quickly subsides once he notices Michaels increasingly angry expression, and Hennig motions to "Snake" to cut the act and get the hell out of dodge. Staring down the freight train that is Carnage, "Snake" gladly obliges, and, arms flailing, runs back up the ramp, hopefully to never be seen again on XWA television. Carnage takes his seat once more, but all eyes are on David Michaels, who the fans, D-Volution, and even DC Hennig knows is about to reach his breaking point.

Michaels:
"Alright, you've had your fun, and now you're succeeding in making a complete mockery of me. I'm done, DC, I'm out of here. I've got much better things to do than stand here and watch you make a fool out of yourself and out of the both of us."

Hennig:
"Okay I admit, that one seemed funnier when I wrote it down in the book. But come on, stick around, I have one last guest that will knock your socks off. Or rather, knock your pants off! Because, well she's, I mean she's seen you nude is what I'm getting at. Ladies and --"

Michaels:
"No, I mean it DC, this is over.

Hennig:
"I'm telling you, this will take five minutes, tops. Had to pull a lot of strings to get her to come here tonight, but here she is folks, David Michaels' ex-girlfr --"

Michaels:
"I'm out, this is beyond stupid..."

At this point, David Michaels turns his back to Hennig and begins to walk out of the ring. But in a vain attempt to get him to stay, Hennig reaches out and grabs David's arm, literally trying to restrain him from leaving. Hennig remains determined to bring out his final guest, however, and raises the mic to his face once again.

Hennig:
"David Michaels' ex-girlfriend, Em --"

Michaels:
"ENOUGH!"

His blood pressure skyrocketing, David Michaels furiously turns back around, forcefully shoving Mr. Phenomenal backwards and breaking his grip. Hennig's red book goes flying out of his hands and slides out of the ring, while Hennig himself is knocked back a few steps, but does not stumble off his feet. A hushed silence falls over the live audience, who have now witnessed this light-hearted segment turn into something much more alarming. The tension between the former Phenomenal Showstoppers has turned into complete dissension before their very eyes. The warmth and optimism in Hennig's eyes are blown away as suddenly as the flame of a candle by the bitter cold of David Michaels' rejection. His hands shaking out of anger and pure shock, Hennig trembles as he raises the microphone to his face.

Hennig:
What the hell is your problem, David?! Have you changed this much in two years? You can't even let me finish this ridiculous bit? What, you've evolved so much since we were last together that you're above these moronic shenanigans?! Is that it?!

Michaels:
Oh no, the problem isn't me DC. It's you. It's absolutely, 100% you. Look at you, you're a gawd-damned caricature of yourself. You were at the top of your game when you left; you were a superstar. A World Champion. You're the only Grand Slam Champion this company has ever seen. You were Mr. Phenomenal, damnit! But now? Now you're running through the motions. Doing the same moves, the same gimmicks, the same routines, the same moronic shenanigans. Wearing the same shit-eating grin you wore two years ago. It's like your career was a blockbuster movie and this is the sequel, but they've recast the main role. You're trying to get the same reaction you got in your prime... but I'm clearly not looking at the same guy anymore.

Hennig:
So what, you think I'm washed up? Past my prime? That I don't have "it" anymore?

Michaels:
That's the worst part of it, DC. I know you're not. I know you still have it in you. I know you still have the potential to be Mr. Phenomenal. But I'm looking at you now, and I see a guy wearing an XWA shirt because a producer told him it would look nice on camera. A guy who hosts this absurd, ridiculous segment because they thought it would get good ratings. You're not out here trying to be Mr. Phenomenal because YOU want to be Mr. Phenomenal, but because XWA wants you to be Mr. Phenomenal. And that's exactly what I, and what D-Volution, stand against. Come on guys.

David Michaels motions at his stablemates to leave, and again begins to exit the arena himself. But DC Hennig refuses to be talked down to in such a manner, from a man he was closer to than anybody.

Hennig:
"You want me to prove that I'm Mr. Phenomenal? That I'm not some corporate sell-out trying to reclaim some glory so that XWA gets a little more web-traffic? Well I'm sure that kicking the number one contender's ass right here, right now would be some pretty excellent "proof", don't you think?

Cedar:
"Oh my... looks like things are about to heat up between these two."

Miles:
"Yeah, who could have predicted that this BRILLIANT plan would go wrong."

Just as David Michaels steps foot onto the ring apron, Hennig's shocking threat catches his attention and draws him back into the ring like a magnet. Michaels strides up to Hennig and the two men are in each others faces, exchanging words inaudible to the cameras or the audience, but clearly having an intense exchange. The live audience has no idea how to react, wanting to show support for both men who appear to be seconds away from a brawl. But luckily for the XWA Universe, a familiar theme blares through the speakers, and they certainly know how to react to the XWA World Heavyweight Champion.

Cedar:
"It's the XWA World's Champion! The man who will defend his championship at Revolutionary Wars against David Michaels. But what the hell kind of business does Hitman Alex have coming out here in the middle of all this?"

Miles:
"Finally, a voice of reason. Maybe Alex can bring some sanity to this ridiculous shitfest."

Hitman Alex emerges through the curtain to incredible heat, partially due to the beaming smile appearing on his face as he looks down at the ring upon the chaos unfolding. Alex proudly wears his XWA World Heavyweight Title across his shoulder as he confidently walks down the ramp, not taking notice of D-Volution until he gets to the very bottom. Carnage is standing, giving a menacing glance at David Michaels' next target, but Alex does not back down, returning the stare as he walks past him and onto the steel steps. After Hitman Alex enters the ring, D-Volution remains outside the ring, but on high alert, knowing that some serious damage could occur at any moment. Michaels, Hennig, and Alex form sort of a triangle in the ring, each unsure of the others intentions. Alex grabs a microphone though, and appears confident, almost boastful, as he speaks into it.

Hitman Alex:
"Well I hate to interrupt such a... heartfelt reunion. But as I was watching this all implode in the back, I just knew I couldn't sit idly by and let my number one contender do what he does best: run his mouth about something he knows nothing about."

With so much intense anger coursing through his veins, David Michaels looks ready and willing to knock anybody's teeth down their throat at this point. But showing incredible reserve, he stifles the feeling, and Alex continues.

Hitman Alex:
"DC Hennig... I don't think we've met. Hitman Alex, World Heavyweight Champion. I'm not sure why anyone would try to make amends with this over-hyped, overrated loudmouth. And I'm not sure why Michaels would even attempt to break his focus from Revolutionary Wars, because he clearly has his hands full if he'd like to get even a whiff of this World Championship. But what I am sure of is this: don't let this waste of skin try to tell you how to manage your career."

Hennig:
"And I should take career advice from you because...?"

Hitman Alex:
"Well let's just do a quick count of the number of World Championships that each of us are holding right now. Let's see here... zero for Michaels... zero for you... oh, one for me. Does that answer your question? Good. Here's the thing DC: I can spot a weak, threatened individual like David Michaels from a mile away, like a hawk. And that's exactly what Michaels is, Hennig: he's threatened by you. He sees the returning superstar, and he knows his fifteen minutes will come to a close. He's a "Showstealer" who knows that YOU, DC, are about to steal his show."

Hennig looks at Hitman Alex, then looks at David Michaels. In a distressing state of affairs, DC Hennig actually looks to be considering the advice Hitman Alex has offered him. Perhaps unknowingly, Hennig has shifted his body to where both he and Hitman Alex are now facing David Michaels, like two predators about to pounce on their prey. Michaels stands fearless, not sure which one to put more focus on, but Alex continues his "advice" to Mr. Phenomenal.

Hitman Alex:
"Now, DC, I know your intentions tonight was to gain an ally. To win back the allegiance of David Michaels. But, clearly, that's not happening. I don't need any help in wiping David Michaels' legacy out of this company. But I'd like to offer you a rare opportunity, Hennig. He's made it clear he wants nothing to do with you. Let's make him regret that decision."

Hitman Alex drops his World Championship belt, and pops his fingers, eager to beat down the man who gave him a verbal smackdown on last week's Vendetta. The crowd turns its attention to DC Hennig, though, begging him not to align himself with the World Champion against David Michaels. But honestly... who could blame him? Hitman Alex, a complete stranger to Hennig, offered him more support and encouragement than Hennig's own best friend of five years. Hennig stares an empty stare at David Michaels, no longer seeing his friend or tag team partner. Michaels has a defensive stance, ready to throw down even if Hennig accepts Alex's proposal. At ringside, Carnage is begging to throw himself into the mix, but JHalc talks him down, assuring him that Michaels can handle it. Time practically slows to a stop until DC Hennig finally looks at Hitman Alex, and a devilish smirk appears on his face. Hennig nods his head once, signaling a new alliance to Hitman Alex, and the two begin to intimidatingly approach David Michaels.

But before Alex can get his hands on his Revolutionary Wars opponent, DC Hennig grabs Alex's arm and whirls him around, gives him a solid kick to the mid-section, and plants the World Champion into the mat with a Phenomeplex! The live audience erupts with enormous applause as DC Hennig gets back up and stares down upon the fallen Hitman Alex. Amongst tens of thousands of shocked faces, the two men standing in the ring are anything but shocked, and finally, for the first time since DC Hennig returned to XWA, David Michaels and DC Hennig seal their rediscovered friendship with a big hug.

Cedar:
"OH MY GAWD! DC Hennig just flattened the World's Champion! It was all a setup, a clever ruse! And it looks like they played us well, Joey!"

Miles:
"You CANNOT be fucking serious. Damnit. Gawd damnit! DAMMIT!!!"

As the other members of D-Volution begin to make their way into the ring, Hennig grabs the microphone once again.

Hennig:
"DC Hennig returned to the Xtreme Wrestling Association at the Big Ass American Bash. But ladies and gentlemen, tonight marks the official return... of Mr. Phenomenal!"

DC Hennig slings his XWA shirt off his chest and chucks it into the crowd, then walks over to the giant black sack he had brought to the ring earlier tonight. The live audience is practically unanimous in their ovation, as every member of D-Volution is in the ring now, while Hitman Alex has squirmed his way underneath the ropes and out of it.

Hennig:
"When I called David Michaels a couple of months ago and told him I was ready to return, he informed me of the changes this company has made since I've been gone. He told me the company is trying harder than ever to control the future. And for once, David Michaels was right. If someone like Hitman Alex is telling me I'm doing something right... well something is clearly wrong."

Michaels gives Hennig a playful, yet tough punch on the shoulder.

Michaels:
"I dunno, I thought the two of you looked cute together!"

Hennig shoots Michaels a sarcastically annoyed glare, then continues.

Hennig:
"So for two weeks, I've had to put on a big smile because they told me to. Had to call Ricky Raymond and J Glick A because they wanted a DxWo reunion. But the worst of it all..."

DC Hennig grabs the large, black sack and turns it upside down, emptying it's contents. Inside the bag is dozens and dozens of black t-shirts, which collect into a large pile on the ground as Hennig slings the back around until its empty. He tosses the bag aside, grabs one of the t-shirts, holding it up for the world to see. The t-shirt is a brand new design, featuring a polished new DxWo logo in green.

Hennig:
"They made up a couple thousand new DxWo shirts, in the hopes that David Michaels and DC Hennig would reform the group once again. Can you believe that Davey Boy?"

Michaels:
"Corporate WANTS us to be degenerates. They WANT us to cause mayhem and pull pranks and come out here each night and act like jackasses."

Hennig:
"And that's exactly the opposite of everything we've ever stood for. I would never allow DxWo to exist for the sole purpose of marketing and sales. And I will never allow Mr. Phenomenal to exist for the sole purpose of promotion and advertising. XWA wants to control out future..."

Hennig reaches his hand back towards Carnage, who pulls a small bottle of lighter fluid from out of his back pocket. Carnage reaches Hennig the bottle, who proceeds to squeeze and squirt the fluid all over the pile of new DxWo shirts on the mat in front of them. After the shirts are properly doused, JHalc (who is standing on one leg, leaning against Carnage for support) reaches Hennig a box of matches as the crowd looks astonished and eager to see what's about to happen next.

Hennig:
"...but I refuse to evolve along with this company. In fact, I think I'd rather --"

Before Hennig finishes his sentence, he strikes a match and tosses the lone flame into the pile of t-shirts. Once the flame makes contact with the lighter fluid, the entire assortment erupts in a massive blaze, the flickering orange light reflecting off the chests, and the shiny scalp of Carnage, of the five people in the ring. Behind the incredible flames, DC Hennig looks up at the audience and holds the microphone to his face, to utter one word to conclude this segment and seal his future allegiance.

Hennig:
"...devolve."

As D-Volution's theme music blasts throughout the arena, the XWA Universe looks on at this uncontrollable faction, along with its newest phenomenal member. From left to right, JHalc, Carnage, Hennig, Michaels, and Nova stand proudly, raising each others arms high into the air, knowing full well that this will be a new chapter for the group, and a new rude awakening for the Xtreme Wrestling Association. The live audience is magnanimous in their applause... not that it matters to D-Volution, of course. Several stage workers rush to the ring with fire extinguishers to eliminate the fire the faction started in the ring, perhaps symbolic of the struggles that XWA will have to try to control these five undisciplined individuals.

Cedar:
"My gawd! I don't believe it! "Mr. Phenomenal" DC Hennig has joined D-Volution!"

Miles:
"As if I needed any more reason to hate DC Hennig. Or David Michaels for that matter, carrying on with this bullshit facade. Who the hell does he think he is trying to play my beloved XWA Universe like a bunch of goddamn fools?

Cedar:
"Well you know Joey, I'd wager a bet that D-Volution could give a damn what you think, or what I think, or what your "beloved" XWA Universe thinks. D-Volution just attacked the XWA World Champion, set fire to XWA merchandise, and took control of the show from the moment it began! Better fasten your seat belt Joey, looks like we're along for what will surely be one hell of a ride."

Miles:
"Anybody have a newspaper handy, it's about time I start looking through the fucking job listings..."

As smoke from the fire and fog from the extinguishers begins to settle, D-Volution boldly and triumphantly walks -- and in JHalc's case, wheels -- their way up the ramp. Once they get to the stage, the five stablemates turn around and pose once more at the top of the ramp, to the surroundings of thousands of camera flashes going off around them. XWA fades away into black for a word from their sponsors, as Vendetta will continue live after the break!

Awesome promo, knowing in advance that DC would join D-Volution did nothing to tarnish this segment. Laughed my ass off at just 7 balloons falling, though Funny

"From left to right, JHalc, Carnage, Hennig, Michaels, and Nova stand proudly" wat

JHalc was leaning on Carnage, you buffon Shaking Head

And Mick wrote like 90% of this. Sexy bastard hasn't missed a beat. Y'all fucked afro Harold

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At he got me out of the wheelchair.

I will be back on crutches next show.

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