Extreme Created Warfare Wrestling

The arena seems to be drawing a fairly flat atmosphere when the ring announcer stands in the centre of the ring with a smile. The people turn their attention to him.

"Please welcome at this time, the former owner of IWA... Malcolm Hocking!"

The fans jump to their feet, some more excited than others but a decent pop is generated as Hocking comes out with a big grin on his face. Smartly dressed in an expensive suit, Hocking stands at the top of the ramp as the fans chant and cheer. He scratches the top of his head, still smiling as he picks his moment and raises his microphone

"Ladies and Gentleman, Pimps and Whores, Boys and Girls.. My name is Malcolm Hocking and I am the former owner of the now defunct IWA. So I'm sat at home with a beer in one hand and my television remote in the other scanning through my channels when I get this phone call from Sol Thomas. Now Sol Thomas is a close personal friend of mine and actually worked for me in IWA before seeking employment elsewhere. Now Sol has the job of acquiring talent and he rings me up and says 'Mac, we want you at ECWW. We want you to work on screen with our guys and girls, they are a great bunch, you know most of them yada yada yada.. What do you say? So I sat down and thought about it and I told Sol I needed some time to think it over. But one pivotal detail that I've omitted problem story time with the Big Mac Daddy is that when Sol called me, it wasn't just me that they wanted to sign on the dotted line, No. There was someone else. Someone who I've worked with for years and even represented in the past and have decided to do so again. My best friend and yes, he's here!... Ladies and Gentlemen... Oblivion!"

The crowd explode and go insane! No theme music plays but all eyes are glued on the curtain. Oblivion hasn't been seen, heard from or even wrestled since the closure of IWA! This is crazy! Seconds later, Oblivion emerges from behind the curtain dressed in blue jeans, a black jacket with the hood up over his head and a bandana around his head too. He wanders out on to the stage to join Hocking who is clapping his hands frantically. They hug and shake hands and the crowd are super excited to see Oblivion. After almost 2 minutes of noise from the fans, Oblivion, who has hardly cracked a smile since returning takes the mic from Hocking and pats his long time friend on the shoulder and steps forward

"So it looks like you are all happy to see me? I hope so too because when Malcolm rang to let me know about this deal.. I came to life. See the thing is, I came to a cross roads a few months back and I was on the verge or just sliding out of the industry. I felt like I was done. I felt although I had given all of you everything I had to offer. I'm a 6-time World Champion and have fought all the big names in this business. I was almost certain that it was time to hang my boots and sit at home and allow Father Time to start beating me up instead of other wrestlers. But then I remembered you fans. I remembered the rush if getting in that ring just down there. What it feels like to entertain.. To be a hero! It got my adrenalin pumping.. It was like a redemption. Once again, I felt alive!"

He takes a brief pause and the fans cheer as Oblivion is shown looking over his shoulder to Hocking who nods back

"I got the rush. The rush a Wrestler gets when he wants to entertain. The world. To steal the show again and make headlines! Be the talk of the locker room. Now Malcolm and I have sat down with Trenton Yorks representatives this afternoon and tried to hammer out a deal.. A contract to bring me here... To ECWW!"

The fans are at fever pitch by this stage and Oblivion finally cracks a smirk

"and after an hour of back and forth negotiations, Malcolm and I finally came to a decision that we will NOT be joining this company! Thank you very much for your time, safe drive home, catch you some other time losers oh and Trenton York.. You can kiss my ass!"

Oblivion drops his microphone and boos of disappointment come echoing around the arena. Some fans don't know how to react as Oblivion stands there smirking as Hocking pats him on the shoulder. The boos get louder. Oblivion then looks in to a camera and shrugs before kicking the camera guy in the gut. Hocking whispers something in his ear and both men turn and leave, without a deal for either if their services in place