The Tron lights up and the fans go wild pointing and gawking.
There are 7 men on screen.
In a locker room stands Black Judgement, "The Irish Insomnia" Maleki,
Craiger, Carmezim, Cory "The Lightning" Atlas, & AWA's newest edition Howling Wolf.
Behind them slouching on a bench with his head in his hands sits
Corbin "The Hysteric" Smith.
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Howling Wolf: Yo, I'm up here.
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The camera pans up. Howling Wolf is standing
facing the camera.
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Howling Wolf: When I talk you listen. Here's the deal,
This here you see grouped behind me is The Deadly 6. The
NOW most fearsome faction you'll ever come across.
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Craiger hops up pushing his way into the camera view.
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Craiger: Yea, you heard him correctly, MOST FEARSOME!
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Black Judgement takes off his shades and shoves his way through
the line of athletes into the Camera angle.
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Black Judgement: And you better believe it!
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Black Judgement points to Howling Wolf.
Howling Wolf leans back into the camera angle.
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Howling Wolf: You see, The Deadly 6 was fearsome enough as is,
but they had no sense of direction. The were just an unorganized posse of
angry superstars seeking power & fame. No offense..
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The others shrug their shoulders, nod their heads, and mutter amongst themselves.
Howling Wolf continues boldly.
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Howling Wolf: They lacked one important thing before,
one of thee most important factors that can make or break a faction. They lacked a Manager.
They lacked ME!
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The others in the back Howl and laugh wildly.
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Howling Wolf: If you think you've seen blood and destruction so far from these 6,
then prepare to be mortified. I'm bringing a whole nother level of impact to this company.
Anywhere you see The Deadly 6 from now on, you better look behind them, and the destruction you see
laying behind them will be YOU if you get in our way.
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Cory "The Lightning" Atlas steps into the room gracefully and locks eyes with Craiger.
He then turns and walks back out. The Deadly 6 follow, Howling Wolf behind them.
He stops at the door and looks back.
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Howling Wolf: Hey, its time..
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Corbin "The Hysteric" Smith looks up and nods his head slowly.
He stands and reaches over the bench picking up an object.
Corbin turns around facing Howling Wolf holding the baseball bat signed, Anonymous.
He walks out of the room with Howling Wolf, a stern expression on his face.
Tron goes black and the show heads to a commercial.
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