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Smith: "We just received word that Matthew Stevenson is in the building as we speak and it appears that he is alone."
Brunswick: "Let's get a camera backstage to see what's happening."
The camera cuts to Stevenson, walking down the hall in a grey tuxedo and a black bow tie with a bokeh of a different assortment of flowers. He had a smile on his face as he walked down the hall like he didn't command his believers to assulting everyone in the Superbattle match and eliminated Lal Singh ruining her chance to head line Summerfest. Stacy Cornbread comes to the side of Matthew Stevenson and tries to get a word with him as they both walk down the lengthy hallway.
Cornbread: "Can you explain why you attacked and eliminated Lal Singh? Who those people were and why you are all suited up."
Stevenson: "Firstly, you have a really strange name and secondly, all things will be revealed in time. Just keep watching and you'll understand."
He pats her head smiling as he hurries off to the entrance ramp, Stacy looking as he disappears from her line of sight.
Brunswick: "Stevenson is up next." ...
Stevenson comes through the certains to recieve half of the crowd cheering him and half booing him. Even though some are mad about what he did to Lal Singh, the other half is glad to see Matthew Stevenson back in a PRW Rage ring. He walks down the ramp and allows the fans in the front row to smell them. He kept a grin on his face as he gets to the ring and rolls in from the bottom rope.
Smith: "Let's take you back to Superbattle where Matthew Stevenson and his mysterious gang of masked individual attacked everyone in the ring."
Shows the pictures of Kurt getting his fist caught, Jack Rider getting Super kicked onto the apron by a unmasked Stevenson and finally Lal Singh getting picked up by everyone and thrown out the ring.
Brunswick: "No one saw that coming but what does Matthew have to say about this?"
Matthew was looking at the pictures of his chaos at the Superbattle, his face went from a grin to a really sympathetic look on his face like he was a spokesperson for those sad dog commercial. He looks to the crowd and raise a microphone to his mouth.
Stevenson: "At Superbattle, I marched into that ring with four other masked participants and I completely annihilated anyone who stood in the same ring and in the progress, I elimated Lal Singh."
Half of the crowd booed Stevenson and he just nod his head and took it.
Stevenson: "I know, I know and I came to say I was wrong for doing that. It wasn't right going into that ring with other people backing me up and picking apart everyone that was in sight but I'm here to be the bigger man and apologize to Lal Singh for my actions."
He claps and people start coming out to roll the black carpet out on the ring mat and handing Matthew two bar stools that him and Lal Singh could take a sit on. He sits down and claps once again to deem the lights in the arena.
Stevenson: "Come on down. I got flowers for you."
Brunswick: "An apology, I don't like the sound of that but let's see how things pan out."
Stevenson's words hung in the air. Time passed, noticeably so, and the crowd started to murmur, a small section started chanting Singh's name. "LAL!" and "SINGH!" echoed briefly then faded as Stevenson cocked his head, staring up the ramp.
<Josh Brunswick> ‘Leaving him at the alter?‘
<Doug Smith> ‘Cowardice, perhaps, Brunswick; she was the specific target of the Superbattle assault. Can't blame her for being afraid.‘
Then...
A solid pop issued from a good portion of the crowd, and Stevenson looked eager, if not even relieved. It was looking like she wouldn't show. But about a minute into the song, it was apparent she was making the tron.
The music cut, and the tron screens went blank.
Looking over to the production booth, Stevenson raised a questioning brow, smoothed his suit jacket, and shrugged at them. The booth shrugged back, did several hand gestures and...
Not much of a pop this time, but the crowd was still expecting, anticipating something from Singh. After a minute of song play without Singh appearing, the music was cut yet again. The crowd was giving up heat now when they weren't murmuring loudly amongst themselves. Matthew Stevenson looking mildly irritated, wondering what gave?
Singh had wanted to field goal his head off his shoulders after her Superbattle elimination.
At first the crowd didn't react, then, they lit up like a bonfire. A massive verbal gush as camera angles revealed them looking upward. Angles returned to the ring, and the Internet Title was seen falling down into. Stevenson went to move, but did perhaps the wiser, more natural act of looking up.
<Josh Brunswick> ‘Singh descending from the rafters!‘
<Doug Smith> ‘This crowd is in an uproar!‘
Black rope, repelling harness, dressed up like Tom Cruise out of Mission Impossible, Singh halted her descent, hovering a good fifteen feet above the ring. There she swayed, smiling down at Stevenson. Microphone in her free hand, Singh brought it to her lips while turning her black wells on the crowd.
<Lal Singh> ‘Good evening SOUTH CAROLINA!!!‘
She screamed, turning her head back up to the rafters when she did. Reaping the cheap pop in good verbal return, she looked back down at Stevenson.
<Lal Singh> ‘Stevenson, forgive me if I don't shake hands. I will make this quick...‘
She paused as a "Lal" chant started back up for a moment, after it passed, she continued.
<Lal Singh> ‘I was angry about how you eliminated me at Superbattle, but after dwelling upon it, meditating on what you said to me, and much prayer, I have concluded you were correct in your actions. So, look down at that belt in the ring, my belt...‘
A dramatic pause followed.
<Lal Singh> ‘If you could eliminate me so easily, even with numbers, I have to accept that I am not as strong as I had previously perceived. As a gesture, I want you to possess the belt; Don't take this as me relinquishing the title to you, I am not doing so. But I want you to hold onto it as my promise to you...‘
The smiles and mirthful tone left Singh's face and voice. She looked solemn, and serious.
<Lal Singh> ‘Every match I take between now and Summerfest will be for the Internet Title...‘
The crowd roared, and Singh had to wait for them to stop before continuing.
<Lal Singh> ‘If I lose it, you have a superior opponent to face at Summerfest. If I retain it all the way to Summerfest, then I will be worthy enough, strong enough to face you and your cadre of wild cards. So, go ahead, pick it up! Pick up my belt and say your piece, because this kin d of hanging out is tiring!‘
Stevenson was a bit surprised about the turn of events, he looked at the belt as it would be the first but probably not last time he touched the Internet Championship. He grabs the belt and puts it on his shoulder and smiles, dusting it off like it's his own. Stevenson looked up to the rafters with a microphone up to his mouth and her title on his shoulder, he licks his lips and gives a massage to the current Internet Champion.
Stevenson: I have nothing but respect for you and everything that you have done but down this road to Summerfest, you'll be experiencing hell. You're going to experience mind games like you have never endured before and when it's all set and done. You'll be losing your title for real and I won't let it be to some random wrestler in the back. It will be to me... personally.
Matthew Stevenson exits the ring.
Brunswick: Singh and Stevenson both sending strong massages towards one another, Singh giving Stevenson the belt until Sunmerfest. Can she defend it all the way towards Summerfest or will Stevenson be getting a new opponent.
Smith: But I wonder, what does Stevenson have up his sleeve? How much can Singh endure and how will this all come full circle?