A darkness looms an undisclosed area.
The sounds of traffic can be heard in the distance, though by the sound, you can tell they're miles off, and it's late at night. From the shadows, a voice is heard. A familiar voice. A twisted voice.
"Some say home is where the heart is..."
"I've never really put much stock in that, until now..."
A lighter flame flicks on as Crowbars face appears briefly, a light off to the right also turns on. The location still unknown.
"Home isn't where your heart is. Home is where you bled it out. Where you had injuries, laughter....they associate the saying with family...blood family....well if anything in the past is to go by, with the amount of blood we have all shared in the WARPED ring, I'd say we're all bound by blood. We will return, no matter where we are, no matter what we're doing."
He leans back a bit.
"Revival. I like it. I'll admit, when approached with it, I almost damned near had a heart attack. Never thought it'd happen. You know what though? Fuck I'm glad it did."
He leans forward, with a grin and yells.
"I'M HOME, BABY!"
After composing himself, he continues.
"So, firstly, at this moment, I'd like to address something. Just ever so quickly....Revival, that's what this show is about right? and no, I'm not going there..where I'm going with this is, this is almost like my revival from a slumber. The stirring of the love of wrestling is coming back, and I get to show that, in a triple threat match, for the Evolution Title. Excellent."
He inhales deeply on a cigarette then flicks it over his shoulder.
"Firstly, I want to address Mark Storm....I hear you, I do, and despite all I've seen and done, everyone knows if I'm shown respect, I show it back, so respect to you. I appreciate the kind words, really I do, and maybe down the line we can get together, have a beer and a laugh, and celebrate a great show..but for right now, we're rivals, which means I'll do what I do best...injure, maim and retire people, which includes you! Though maybe I'll just try to injure you, respect and all."
He chuckles a bit.
"Seriously though, you're right, I've held the Evolution title, the World Title..at the same time! Though, you know, I'd be quite happy to run with the Evo title again, it felt pretty good around my waist last time..also suited PKA when I gave it to him....hm. Anyway, you say I'm the underdog going into this match...I can kind of see it...how did you put it....'stop trying to relive the glory days'....well, I haven't even started. If i wanted to relive the glory days trust me, I'd probably be in jail at this point, or standing with a group formed out of the toughest sons of bitches in this company, but no, I'm not trying to relive anything...I'm bringing them back. I know I know, cliche, right? Look, I understand, in the way of this match, I'm not the underdog, I'm the threat, I'm a former champion, I've been known to use all kinds of violence, dirty tricks, all the fun stuff, but trust me, it's still my house. I know you'd like to think somewhere that you've taken over, but I was here the day the company closed...and may have had something to do with it, and I'm back here for the revival. Where were you? Turning tricks in your mothers basement for wrestling school money? Don't talk down to me, good sir, whether you meant it as insulting or not, I think I've just upgraded you into the maim category, though if you decide to be a thorn in my side, you'll go up to retire very quickly."
A drink is taken from what looks like a water bottle.
"Then I remember something else you said 'Not while I'm here', congratulations! you just hit the Retirement level of destruction! Lace your little booties up tight, dust off the glory hole in the basement, and get ready for a new career. I'm not giving anything up, I'm taking the Evolution title, and sending you back to your pimp mother."
He rolls his neck, in thought.
"You know I don't exactly know who the hell the other guy is. I really don't. I mean, have we met? Are you some random from parts unknown? Sorry but your name really doesn't ring a bell to me, and if it should, well maybe I've had my bell rung too many times."
"In any case, while I don't doubt you'll try and put up as much of a fight as Storm, who I have heard of, I just really don't see you coming out as much, just a jobber between two guys who want the title, you know, the ones they sometimes put in as comic relief, although back in the day it was usually midgets or something....wait, are you a midget? That'd be awesome if you were, I'd almost let you win, mini-evo champ! Though I'm guessing you're not, so my heart sinks. Whoever the fuck you are, prepare for Crowbar."
"To end, sure, just like PKA, I've been called many things. Crazy, Psychopath, Abomination, Fuckin' Xtreme, some shit in Japanese I didn't understand but was probably cool, though at the end of the day, I'm just me. I am who I am. Am I violent? Sure. A Psychopath? Probably. Fuckin' Xtreme? Most Definitely. Worthy of the Evolution Title? Yep. Though, remember this, kids: I held it before you. I don't need to live up to your standards, it's you two that need to live up to mine. Now the question is, can you do it?"
He chuckles again, like he's been hanging around Rottentreats too much, before walking off into the darkness, the light flickering and then dying, slowly fading out to black.
Crowbar. The only man in WARPED to hold the Evolution and World Titles simultaneously.