The ATW Arena is suddenly plunged into darkness apart from a solitary, blindingly bright white spotlight, shining on the entrance ramp. "Power Struggle" by Sunna begins to play over the arena's speakers and Adam Nedman steps out onto the ramp. He flicks the hood of his dark coloured top down off his head, unclasps the ReEvolution Title Belt from around his waist and raises it above his head with both hands to the approval of the live crowd, before bringing it to rest over his left shoulder. He begins to walk down the entrance ramp, taking long and brisk strides, occasionally meeting the outstretched hands of fans on either side of the aisle with his own, yet his unwavering gaze remains firmly fixed on the ring. On reaching ringside, he bounds up the ringsteps, before undergoing his usual routine of wiping his feet on the ring apron before stepping through the top and middle ropes. He makes his way over to the corner of the ring closest to the announce position and signals for a live microphone. Having received one, he returns to the centre of the ring as the arena lights are brought back up and his entrance theme fades out.
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Nedman: So I, Adam Nedman, the ReEvolution Champion, The Oncoming Storm, The Lonely Assassin, don't have a match scheduled for tonight. I can only assume that this monumental cock-up comes courtesy of that incompetent Show Overseer, who our beloved leader has already disposed of.
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This elicits a modest round of applause and cheers from the crowd.
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Nedman: It has also been brought to my attention that another ATW wrestler doesn't have a match tonight. I'm talking about the wrestler formerly known as Wolvian. To go with that change, he's also gone corporate, he's got a snazzy new suit and a nifty new hairdo. But not everything has changed. He's still all about hellfire and brimstone, the end of days, Hell on Earth, et cetera, et cetera. Well guess what, Wolf. I don't care if you're the Pope of the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, I accept the challenge you made on Fear Factory last week.
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The crowd pops huge for this announcement.
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Nedman: Something else I don't care about is what type of match we have. So how about we let the crowd decide?
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Another massive pop.
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Nedman: How about a good old fashioned One Fall match?
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The crowd doesn't seem too impressed.
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Nedman: What about a Submission match?
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The handful of purists in the crown approve, but nobody else does.
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Nedman: You sons of [censored]!
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He looks up and sees a steel cage hanging above the ring.
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Nedman: I suppose you want a Steel Cage match then?
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The crowd almost blows the roof off of the Arena in approval.
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Nedman: Fine, Steel Cage match it is. Raven Wolf, I'm waiting.
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Nedman moves closer to the announce position and hands the microphone and the ReEvolution Title Belt over to the ringside crew and begins to stretch as he waits for his opponent.
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Nedman: So I, Adam Nedman, the ReEvolution Champion, The Oncoming Storm, The Lonely Assassin, don't have a match scheduled for tonight. I can only assume that this monumental cock-up comes courtesy of that incompetent Show Overseer, who our beloved leader has already disposed of.
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This elicits a modest round of applause and cheers from the crowd.
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Nedman: It has also been brought to my attention that another ATW wrestler doesn't have a match tonight. I'm talking about the wrestler formerly known as Wolvian. To go with that change, he's also gone corporate, he's got a snazzy new suit and a nifty new hairdo. But not everything has changed. He's still all about hellfire and brimstone, the end of days, Hell on Earth, et cetera, et cetera. Well guess what, Wolf. I don't care if you're the Pope of the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, I accept the challenge you made on Fear Factory last week.
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The crowd pops huge for this announcement.
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Nedman: Something else I don't care about is what type of match we have. So how about we let the crowd decide?
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Another massive pop.
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Nedman: How about a good old fashioned One Fall match?
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The crowd doesn't seem too impressed.
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Nedman: What about a Submission match?
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The handful of purists in the crown approve, but nobody else does.
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Nedman: You sons of [censored]!
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He looks up and sees a steel cage hanging above the ring.
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Nedman: I suppose you want a Steel Cage match then?
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The crowd almost blows the roof off of the Arena in approval.
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Nedman: Fine, Steel Cage match it is. Raven Wolf, I'm waiting.
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Nedman moves closer to the announce position and hands the microphone and the ReEvolution Title Belt over to the ringside crew and begins to stretch as he waits for his opponent.
