(Well, Avalanche didn't quite turn out the way Doomsday would have liked, did it? It seems that The Icon was the only member of the BoV that had a good night. Crisis jumped Doomsday backstage - no good reason, he just felt like it - and Doom ended up losing his match against the aforementioned Crisis. Needless to say, Doomsday is rather pissed, but just how pissed is he? I guarantee, if he's even half as pissed as I think he is, then Crisis would be well advised to book a flight on the next shuttle to the moon.)

(The scene opens up in the parking garage of the Denver Civic Center not long after Avalanche went off the air. Eventually, Doomsday walks into view, wearing a black shirt, black trenchcoat, black fingerless gloves, black leather pants, black cowboy boots, shades, and a black bandana. Before he gets too far, he is intercepted by GWA interviewer Ross Bobby.)

Ross Bobby: Doomsday! Earlier tonight, you were attacked by Crisis, and it's just been announced that you'll be facing him in a match this Wednesday. What do you think about this?

(Doomsday stops in his tracks, then looks at Ross.)

Doomsday: You know what? F*ck Crisis, and f*ck everybody that looks like him, too.

(Ross stops, stunned at the unfamiliar use of foul language from Doomsday. Doomsday continues.)

Doomsday: Yeah, Ross, you heard me, I said f*ck Crisis. It's all about one thing, Ross. One thing I'm not gettin' any of. Respect. I gave Assassin the fight of his life in several matches, but he refuses to acknowledge that I even exist. That's strike one. Doom and I beat Total D two weeks in a row, then they get one lucky win over us and call us nothing. That's strike two. Then Crisis attacks me in the back for no good reason, saying he was only tryin' to get to Doom. Guess what? That's strike three. It's clear to me that no matter how many punk-ass b*tches I crush, Doomsday will never be a respected name here in the GWA. Doomsday's three-time Legion Tag Team Champion, and Doomsday still gets no respect. Well, ya know what, Ross? As of right now, this very moment, Doomsday is dead and buried. From now on, when you f*ck with me, you're not f*ckin' with Doomsday, the gothic Lord of Darkness. You're f*ckin' with Drakestone, the man behind the darkness, and if any of you don't like it, then just step on up and do somethin' about it.

(He pauses, thinking briefly about what to say next, then continues.)

Drakestone: But ya know somethin', Crisis? I gotta hand it to ya. You've managed to do the one thing that no one has ever done, and that's get under the skin of the Darkness enough to piss off the man beneath it. You said it wasn't personal, but you made it personal the minute you took the fight to me instead of Doom. You had to go and be a little chicken-sh*t about things. If you wanna beat on Doom, go beat on Doom. I'm sure he won't mind beatin' your ass either right then or at the next available opportunity. Instead, you jumped me, and this Wednesday, you're gonna find out exactly how big a mistake that is. You're a dead man walkin', Crisis, and I guarantee that this Wednesday, even though you'll wish you'd never heard it, Drakestone will be one name you'll never, ever forget. Think on that, and I'll see you Wednesday, b*tch.

(With that, Doomsday - no, Drakestone - pushes past the interviewer and heads towards a Harley. He mounts and starts it up, then motors on out of the garage. The camera watches him leave as the scene slowly fades to black.)

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