This segment is for Matt Caje and whoever he invites to join.
Brunswick: It’s that time, Aries.
Aries: I know, I’ve been waiting all night for this!
Smith: I say you’re both morons.
Aries: You hear something, Josh?
Brunswick: The wind, maybe?
Smith: Oh, you guys are hilarious. A real riot.
*The lights dim and begin flashing a mixture of strong crimson and orange lights as Probot’s My Tortured Soul begins blaring throughout the arena. Matt Caje enters from behind the curtain to an ovation. He throws up his symbol. When the drums really kick into his music, he drops his symbol. A pillar of pyro shoots out of the stage on each side of him. As it dies down, he gazes intensely into the crowd, the light from the flames beside him creating a glow over his sweaty face.*
Brunswick: CMC is a rare sight these days, but it’s always a pleasure when he makes his way into a PRW arena.
Aries: I heard that Bucks hates Caje so much, he refuses to book him anymore.
Smith: I heard you’re an idiot. Why would he do that?
Aries: Think about it. Steel Wall, the Axis, Spite… the Bucks’ themselves… even if Caje didn’t beat his opponents in matches, the asskickery ratio was still in Caje’s favor.
Smith: Asskickery ratio, huh? Sounds like bull to me. You have to remember, Caje didn’t beat Mr. and Shane Bucks, he was one to one with Steel Wall, and well, you saw how the Axis turned out. Bill Bucks was triumphant over Caje yet again. So although you’re still a crackpot-
Aries: -and you’re a douche,-
Smith: -I hope your little theory is right, and Matt Caje is being left unbooked. I can’t stand him, anyway.
*Caje makes his way down the ramp, giving a high five to the occasional fan as he travels. When he reaches the bottom, he holds up his symbol again. When he drops it, pyro shoots from the stage again, and the lights return to normal, switching now to only a slight red and orange flashing hue. Caje jumps up onto the apron and climbs into the ring. He strolls to the other side and reaches out toward the timekeeper’s table. A techie hands him a microphone, and he returns his hand to the ring with it. Caje’s music dies down as he prepares to speak.*
Caje: You know, I-
Crowd: CAJE. CAJE. CAJE. CAJE. CAJE. CAJE.
Caje: Thanks, but I’ve got something important to say here tonight… I’m tired of not being put in matches. Now, I’m not going to get into my relationships with either our current company President, Billy-boy Bucks, or our Commish, Jake “likes snake” Burkin, but honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if that has something to do with it. But, Burkin aside, it’s about time the Firm is handled once and for all. I’ve stood back as person after person has said that they were going to be the one to single-handedly take down the Firm. Genocide has done NOTHING to stop the Firm. Every time I hear someone say “I’m going to stop the Firm,” I can’t help but laugh, because a month later, The Firm still holds every major title in the company. Well… I’m going to stop the Firm.
Smith: Oh ho ho, are you now?
Caje: I’m tired of being held down, and I know others who are too. It was only a matter of time before we decided that a revolution was necessary for PRW. For too long the Firm has pushed me, and people just like me around. No more. The Firm is too much of a problem to be taken lightly, and the answer to all of PRW’s problems is coming. But in thinking about it, I realized… what order are these guys going to go down in?
Aries: That’s actually a good question, and the reason Genocide hasn’t made too many moves yet.
Smith: Excuses, excuses. You’re all just scared.
Aries: Yeah, that Bucks’ll pull out your mom on us.
Caje: Then it hit me. Naturally, the best way to go would be to work my way up. Start with Spardis and Mimic; they’re not heard from often, I’d say they’re the bottom of the barrel when it comes to the Firm. Next comes Xclusiv, Lion’s personal jock strap washer. Taking his North American title should be a sinch. Then there’s Inquisitor… Provided Hutton Brown actually backs up his word, and believe me, folks, I’d be surprised, there won’t be a reason to go after him… other than the fact that he’s just a douche. But, like I said, no one else has been able to do anything. So, it’ll be up to me to come up with the solution. Next up, Russ Bellinger.
Brunswick: Russ Bellinger?
Caje: Russ isn’t a member of the Firm, I just don’t like him. After that will be the Godfather, Lion’s number two… and believe me, people, I mean that in the most literal way possible. The Godfather doesn’t hold any titles, but he did make the mistake of associating with the Firm, and for that, he has to be taken out. Then there’s Lion…
*The crowd goes into a “Lion sucks” chant, which prompts Caje to move his finger over his mouth in a “shhh” motion.*
Caje: If they hear you, they’ll cut off the feed!
*The crowd laughs.*
Caje: Anyway, Lion…
*Caje looks into the camera.*
Caje: I’m not going to have any fun with you… I tried that. No… I have bigger plans for you. After you’ve been beaten, and your title sits around my waist, I’m going to beat you again, and then again after that. It doesn’t matter if it’s in a match, or if it’s backstage, on the street… wherever. The point is, I’m going to keep beating you until I have your dignity, your sanity, and most importantly, your career. And do you know what I’m going to do when I have all that? I’m going to kick your ass again one more time, just for good measure. I’m tired of sitting back while nothing happens. I want change, and I want it now. But, I can’t do it alone, so I’ve enlisted a little help.
*With that, Caje walks over to the edge of the ring and slides out. He reaches under the ring, and withdraws a single baseball bat. It’s painted black, and has a small rectangle scratched out down to the wood toward the top. Caje inspects the bat for a moment before climbing back into the ring. He places the bat in the center of the canvas, and without saying another word climbs out. The lights all fade, with the exception of a single spotlight shining over the bat. The scene draws to a close.*