Little time will be wasted it seems, though. From the entrance stage, we see a big man in a black suit veer his imposing presence from the curtain. His name? Whisper. Some seconds after, a smaller, bald man also suited and booted makes his way out, a man we know as Raine. They stand at either side of the curtain until, finally, a woman makes her way out. Clad in her power-suit and carrying a clip-board, the alluring Ms. Amy Taylor makes her way down the ramp, and into the ring to the murmuring, confused observers. She holds a huge smile on her face as she looks on. She raises the mic she has been holding up for the past two minutes as Whisper and Raine cross their arms and stand at either side of her.
"Hello ladies and gentlemen of the Xtreme Wrestling Alliance. I'm sure most if not all of you will know who I am. If not, allow me this opportunity to introduce myself. My name is Amy Taylor, and I am the founder of Sabbath-Taylor Promotions. Stood to my left is the man you've come to know as Whisper and to my right is Raine. These men are my clients, as well as my enforcers. "
She looks to Whisper, who gives a nod of approval.
"Now, you may be wondering why you've all been gathered here today. All of you. From the top guys and champions to the rookies and new starters. On a related note, you may be wondering why I am stood here telling you as opposed to our esteemed owner, Trace Demon. Well, Trace won't be around at the shows as much these days. Let's face it- he has a whole company to run. With that said, he felt it would be better to bow out of this one to allow you all to get adjusted to, well, the future.
There have been a lot of rumors about what's going to go down today. Let me first say to you all that the XWA is in good hands. It's safe. All of you are safe in your jobs, and your contracts will not be terminated nor will Massacre be taken off the air or PPVs cancelled. So don't even think that's the case. No champions will stripped of their belts or anything like that."
Sighs of relief follow, I'm sure.
"There's a new XWA being born today. A new era starts now. But don't hear it from me. I'm only a Personal Assistant, so this is not my baby. It's not my vision. Allow me to introduce you all to the man you will now call the General Manager of the Xtreme Wrestling Alliance...
Diamond Jack Sabbath!"
Jack comes storming out of the curtain in his familiar leather jacket and jeans look. The General Manager watches on, as the ever-murmuring roster talk cautiously amongst themselves. After a few seconds, he slips under the bottom rope and bounces up, snatching the mic from Amy without even looking at her and leaning on the top rope now as he peers out. The frankly self-indulgent music ends and Sabbath allows a few moments of silence.
DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
"Right. Sit down, shut up. Your General Manager is talking. I expect you to listen, to take in all I'm going to say and understand the words that are coming out of my mouth.
"You're probably wondering how I managed to get this job. How I, Diamond Jack Sabbath, the man authority fears, have managed to seemingly become the very thing I hate. Well let me clear something up for you, here's the deal, here's the big thing- I might have an office now, but don't sit there and run the silly little idea through your head that I'm like my predecessors. Maxwell, Dominique, Hector- all guys I've deliberately opposed because I knew that I could do a better job if I ever got the chance. I know that, Trace knows that, and that's why I was approached. "
He begins to pace slowly around the ring.
"Now listen up- things are going to change. I'm introducing the Sabbath Regime today. And you know what's always annoyed me? We're too...safe. Ironic for me to say because we're the Xtreme Wrestling Alliance. We're supposed to be hardcore! We're supposed to insane! We're the meanest, biggest, most dangerous company in the world. That is what it means to be extreme! And so, effective immediately...you wanna win a match by disqualification? Kick your opponent out the ring and win by count-out? Good luck. Disqualification and Count Out no longer exist. You wanna blast your opponent with a chair, go fight across the entrance stage? The option is omnipresent. If you do or don't, totally down to you. No referee employed by this company will penalise you for it any more."
Every single member of the roster glares at the group of referees sat there, who scratch the back of their necks and look anywhere that isn't the roster, all sharing a good old cold sweat going down the side of their heads. Jack grins, twistedly.
"Next part- know what I get sick of? Unnecessary wins. Know what I mean? How many times have you turned up and won a match for no reason? So I've invented something. A new rule. I call it the "Three To Gold" Rule. Everyone will get a shot at the Television title on EVERY show, make no mistake about that. But if you win two matches in a row, you get a Hardcore Championship shot at the next available Pay Per View. Win three matches in a row, same for the World Heavyweight Championship. This will always happen unless stated otherwise by the champion in question, a request that I will personally review.
So yeah, I get sick of that. But here's the other thing- if people are going to be here, I want them performing to their best ability. I want you putting in everything. These fans come here every week and they pay to see you. Would you pay to see a load of half-arsed wannabes trying to be good? No, you wouldn't and if you would, you're crazier than me. And if you're crazier than me, you need mercy-killing. So here's what we'll do- you're not gonna put in the time, if you're gonna lose three times in a row, then you are going have to survive a spell in 'Anarchy's Court'. What's that you ask? It's a match with Whisper. Or alternatively a match with Raine. Or, hey, why not, a handicap match. What's the stipulation? Who knows? I don't know. I'll think about that on the day. Maybe I'll flip a coin or two. Point is this- if you keep winning, keep being impressive, you'll get rewards. Be disappointing and don't show off your potential- you'll have your opportunity to do so in Anarchy's Court."
The reaction to this is mixed so far, but Jack nods- proud of his mad little idea.
"So...I think I've waffled on for just long enough. You've heard what I have to say, and that's only just the beginning. You've all been given mics and we've promised you can talk- so talk. If you have any questions, I'm your General Manager, and I'm sat right here.
Hello there! Okay, this is now an open promo. This will run until the 27th next Saturday. No violence, no attacking each other, but feel free to do anything else.