( The scene opens up as Rex Rottwyler steps out of an XWA production van with
an XWA camera man. Rex tells the camera man to follow him as he walks through
a dark alley in central New Jersey, a place also known as The Bowery. Not a
thing can be seen as the only light around is the faint light which is
illuminating from the camera itself. They approach a large red dumpster...a
figure is perched on top of it, squatting like a catcher. A car passes by as
it's high beams shine into the alley, revealing what appears to be the XWA
International and Tag Team Titles slung over the figures right shoulder. The
figure's face is still covered in darkness as Rex is confused on where to
start, and where to sit. The figure points to a small silver garbage can
right near the dumpster, which Rex proceeds to sit on with a few seconds of
hesitation. The figure takes out a silver Zippo which glows in the
moonlight...he also takes out a cigar as he cuts off the tip and lights it
with a large orange flame. The figure's face can now be seen, it is "The
Wicked Extremist" Deathlok. He is wearing a long, black leather trenchcoat
which floats calmly behind him and under that, he is wearing the new 'D*ING'
t-shirt. Deathlok signals for Rex to go ahead...)
Rex: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sitting here with XWA International Champion,
and also one half of the XWA Tag Team Champions, Deathlok. Thanks for
sitting down with me today.
Deathlok: No problem Rex, thank you for coming to a place I am familiar with
rather then that couch in the XWA headquarters (Deathlok extends his hand
which Rex shakes after a bit of hesitation...Rex fumbles through some papers
for the interview)...anything you want to say?
Rex: Yes...now Deathlok, we all know you're fairly new in this business, tell
us
how you got into pro wrestling.
Deathlok: Well Rex, as some of you know, I am...or I should say, was, friends
with Chris Norris, a.k.a. Little C...he was the guy that made me take a look
at the XWA back in early May. We knew each other as children growing up right
here, in this small, country town of New Jersey. I wrestled in some
underground organizations, mainly going along with Chris because we didn't
know very much about the business at the time...so we pulled about $50 a
night in small-time, pay-per-appearance promotions like the EWF and HWF in
1997. One of them I worked for didn't like my name, which was Danny Loch
a.k.a., Deathlok...so they put me in a mask and colorful tights and called
me, 'El Dynamo'...I didn't like the gimmick at all, but at the time, I really
didn't have much of a choice. One night, I just took off the mask during a
match and grabbed the mic, telling the 25 people in attendance what a
shit-hole this federation was and how they all wasted their money...then they
cut the mic's transmission and fired me...and thus, 'El Dynamo' was dead.
This was at the time when I was about 5'7" and 156 pounds, they classified me
as a Lucha Libre, High Flying, Lightweight. Well, after about 1 year of
staying out of Pro-Am wrestling altogether, I trained in my Uncle Paulie's
famous gym in Miami, Florida. I gained some weight, some height, and
strength, so I decided that I would get back into wrestling. I signed a
developmental deal with the WWF in 1998 that never fell through, mainly
because I didn't get along with the "Genetic Jackhammer" and his son who
wanted to send me to Memphis and Ohio farm-systems...so, I then felt like I
needed a change of scenery. I packed my bags and went over-seas, wrestling
some independents in Japan'...that's when I earned that nickname, right after
a 1999 New-Japan Tour match with Masa Chono and The Great Muta...Muta said I
was a, 'Wicked Extremist', and at the time, I had a Japanese to English
interpreter with me. I couldn't describe how I felt when the legendary Muta
said this. While there, I got a call from Chris Norris, telling me to come to
XWA X-Trememania 2 right there in Japan. That's where I got my first glimpse
of the XWA, I had pretty good seats too. After that show, I knew I wanted to
be in the X-Treme Wrestling Alliance, so soon after, I filled out my
application, signed my contract, and now I sit here...hehe, sorry to get off
on a rant there, Rex...
Rex: Heh, no problem 'Lok...Now, you were in a stable called the 666 Boyz
along with Little C, but that
unionship has since ended. Any hard feelings towards Chris?
Deathlok: Ok Rex, let me tell you this. When we were in high school, Chris
had a big mouth that always got him into trouble and in the process, he
didn't have many friends. He was not a big guy, but his mouth was bigger than
he was. He would speak against anyone, his teachers, older kids, his parents,
his boss...he didn't care, and I would be the one who always bailed him out.
When nobody wanted to hang out with him, I did...I was the only one who could
tolerate his attitude, everyone else hated him. When he got too drunk to
drive, who would he call? Me...I would go out of my way to pick his
drunken-ass up. Chris doesn't realize that I didn't have to do a damn thing
for him, but I was his friend, and I did. And he brought me into XWA, he told
me about everyone on this roster, he did show me the ropes of XWA...but he
had this Wac-pac. Now, when I arrived here, Chris wanted me into this
Wac-pac, and I wasn't jumping to join it, but it was a favor I'd do because
he got me here and he was a good friend. And then, Joker, Mike "Violence",
Wizard of Odd...they didn't want me in the group. Rebel and Little C...or so
said Little C...wanted me in, they were fine with that...but Mike, Joker, and
Wiz didn't think I was "good" enough. And I hope they are watching this and
kicking themselves in the ass, because in my 2 months here, I have had more
success, more titles, a better record, and more wins over big names than Wiz,
Joker and especially Mike, combined. My record dwarfs their's in
comparison...and now I am in the part of the resurrection of the greatest
stable in XWA history. And if me getting voted out of the Wac-pac wasn't
enough, after Chris turned on the Wizard, he came crawling back to me, asking
for the friendship back...and now I realize I was just someone to watch his
back and save him from getting his ass kicked by the Wiz when he returns...I
was a tool, and that's why I disbanded the 666 Boyz...so to basically sum it
up, Chris was my friend, he turned his back on me, I accepted him as my
friend again, he turned his back on me again...there's not much more to say
besides that...
Rex: A lot's happened since then, as we all saw last week, our commissioner
Calvin Krime resurrected the legendary Damage Incorporated group, and you're
now a key member, please tell us how you, and your tag team partner for that
matter, were brought into the group.
Deathlok: Well, CK left a message on the answering machine back at the hotel,
and it was a "simple inquiry" as he put it. He said I had potential, and he
obviously knows what he's talking about, being the 2-Time World Champ and
Hall-of-Famer he is, so I felt it was a huge chance...but most of all, a
great honor and privilege to be hand-picked by Senor Suicide himself, and
seeing as how I was one of four he had chosen, I felt it was my obligation
and duty to accept...but I also wanted to be associated with the likes of a
hall-of-famer and a man who by all means, deserves to be in the Hall-of-Fame
in Drought...I know I can learn much from two veterans such as them...so, I
later told TrAuMa about the whole situation, and he too thought it was a
great chance and an honor, so without any qualms or hesitation, I agreed to
become a member of the New Generation of Damage Incorporated.
Rex: Another thing we saw last week was yourself defeating a ring legend in
Sonny Lightning, and basically ending his XWA career mere days after it had
begun! How does that make you feel?
Deathlok: Well, Sonny came into the XWA, trying to instill fear into our
entire roster, and I knew all along what he was trying to pull. He acted like
he could sign his XWA contract that morning and win the World Title that
night...he got overzealous, bad-mouthing Truth and me especially...so I had
to show him how we do things here in XWA, put him in his place, and make him
come to the realization that there is a pecking order, and if you wait long
enough, sooner than later you'll get your chance and time to shine...he felt
like the minute he walked through the door, that it was his time so to speak.
And 2 Sonny Lightning interviews of completely bashing me and Steve Borgir
and 2 Bereavements later, Sonny was wheeling his equipment bag out of the
desert, and back home to Pittsburgh as a loser...in a fit of tears. I have no
respect for that man, and no remorse for what I did...he may be a skilled
athlete, but I took the Senior Citizen out, and if he ever decides to come
back again, all it would take was a click of the heels, and off he would be
again, sulking and having his lawyer buy out his contract one more time.
So...(Deathlok sticks up his middle finger to the camera, just as Sonny did
to Truth) Fuck you, Sonny, Legend my ass...
Rex: OK, here's the segment where I list off some names and you give me your
opinion on them.....
Deathlok: Shoot...
Rex:Prez Tokyo
Deathlok: Ahhh, hehe, well, as many of you know, the first thing I did when
arriving here back in mid-May was vowing to destroy Tokyo's Enterprise, and
that I did. He is most likely shocked how far I have come in 2 months, as is
everyone. He planned everything to be perfect, he wanted to take "the rookie"
out, thinking I would be gone in a matter of weeks, but here I am. But in all
seriousness, the Enterprise is long over...and since it's fall, it turns out
Henry Tokyo hasn't been such a bad guy, making good decisions and choices and
trying to right his wrongs, and I have found a respect for him, especially
since he and Doc O'Leary have kept this company on it's feet for the better
part of 2 years, with a little problem along the way...but the bottom line
is, Tokyo now is far different then Tokyo then, I thank him for giving the
rookie a chance, I thank him for all he has done, and all he didn't have to
do...and I just wanted to make sure I proved to him that it wasn't a mistake
on his part to take a chance on me...so Tokyo, much respect.
Rex: Calvin Krime
Deathlok: CK is a legend, a hall-of-famer, multi-time World Champ, and a nice
guy in this business, something you don't normally find. Although I didn't
get to see much of his in-ring ability since my first match was the same
night of his last, I have rented some tapes of old XWA pay-per-views and have
looked at the Hall-of-Fame and title histories, and it seems like CK was
always involved in the thick of things, some way or another and was
everything everyone says he was. I can't thank him enough for choosing me in
this resurrection of Damage Inc., and I won't let him down, and I will show
him he made a pretty good choice. Just to be part of this legendary stable is
mind-boggling in itself, but to actually meet and up-hold a conversation with
someone like him that I thought I would never be associated with when I first
got here is amazing alone. And he is a generally funny guy, glad to see him
as commish and make some good choices, he's quite a character, lots of
respect for him.
Rex: TrAuMa
Deathlok: I remember a time over 2 months ago when I was laughed at for
choosing TrAuMa as my Tag Team Title partner, instead of the obvious Truth,
Drought, or Hall Monitor. We were labeled the worst tag champs in XWA
history...but here we stand with the last laugh, the titles still intact, and
a 6-1 record, one game up so to speak on the legendary Hall of Truth which
was 5-2. Many questioned why I chose TrAuMa as my partner, and the answer is
quite simple. I see a handful of guys in wrestling walk out through the
curtain, put on a mediocre show, get a cheap pop, bitch backstage afterwards,
and pick up their pay-check as they go home, not thinking about their
wrestling careers one time...to them it's all a "gimmick", well, there are
people like me, TrAuMa and Rebel that have no gimmick, what you see is what
you get, we don't do this for the money, we don't do this for the fame, we do
it for all of the people that buy our merchandise, that chant our names, and
cheer us on as we put on a show that they paid to see. That's what wrestling
means to me, and there are some people that ruin this game as it is corrupted
into politics and money, and that's not how it was meant to be. In actuality,
there are still people like TrAuMa that care about what they spend their
lives doing...a man who will risk life and limb to win us a match, a man who
is willing to put his body on the line, the thought of possible injury never
entering his mind...that's why I'm proud to not only call TrAuMa my tag team
title partner, but to also call him my friend. And now only that, but I
respect him as well, and Emeral is one the most gorgeous and generally nicest
girl I have ever met...I am proud to be associated with 2 people such as
them.
Rex: Rebel
Deathlok: Well, here's a man, or a kid for that matter, that stood up for the
XWA when Hall Monitor wouldn't, here's a kid that broke himself trying to
prove his worth in the Lightweight division...and after all of his hard work,
he persevered and can now be called, the XWA World Heavyweight Champion...and
he earned it, and I couldn't be happier for him, and I have great respect for
his in-ring ability and he's basically a hard-working, decent guy. I'm glad
to fight at his side and be a fellow member of Damage Incorporated.
Rex: The WWX
Deathlok: Well, all seems not to be so right in Sweet Home Alabama, eh,
Phantom? With you in a seemingly coma as of late, Steve Borgir's retirement,
Brady now running with that hulking retard, Unfortunate, NightStalker unable
to quite find his niche here, luckily winning that Lightweight title from
TrAuMa with help from the crack-monster himself at ring-side, and Jason Slade
apparently has a broken neck, blue skin, and he kills people, and Pender
kicking your ass on two separate occasions...I'd say your master plan is in
certain jeopardy, Phantom...and I couldn't be more content...I love to see
you fail...No respect for any WWX members, or lack of WWX for that matter...
Rex: The now-defunct Hierarchy
Deathlok: Well, I would have enjoyed seeing the tears stream down Needles'
face while watching the gripping retirement speech of Sonny Lightning...for
those are 2 men that I have no respect for whatsoever. So it appears that
Lieutenant LSD has no current allegiance now that his mentor is on a plane
back to the Steel City, and you know what they say about Steel Factory
workers, well, nevermind, anyway, with Needles' in search of a new
"companion", at least hits are up 75% at www.antisocial.com and
www.social-misfits.net because of Needles' quest for a new mentor. The
Charismatic Crackhead is someone I will enjoy facing in a match when that
time comes, hell, I'll let him choose the stips since he enjoys it so much,
we can make it a "Crystal-Meth on a Pole match", a "Heroin in a Cell
match"...whatever you wish my syringe-shooting friend. Next question...
Rex:(laughing)The Bowery Posse
Deathlok: Well Rex, this is a frequent misconception, hehe, and I know you
meant nothing by it. But the truth is, I never LIVED here...let me tell you
the history of The Bowery. Well, I grew up in an upperclass, suburban
neighborhood in Central Jersey, my parents were very wealthy, but I was
invisible, the only thing I was acknowledged as was a human punching bag for
them to take out their aggressions on...and one day, I couldn't take it. My
father punched me in the face one day when he found a driving ticket in my
jeans pocket...it was a measly, $25 dollars...and he punched me. I then
picked up a Louisville Slugger which was laying on the grass and I cracked
him in the back of the head while he was walking away...of course, I wasn't
going to hit my mother, so I just walked inside, packed my bags, got into my
car, and drove...I didn't know where I was going, I must have been driving
for 2 straight days, and finally, the car broke down in front of an
alley-way. I got out and it was since it was winter-time, I started a fire in
a barrel right there in the alley. I stayed there for a few nights, never
meeting a person...but in those few nights, I evaluated my life, I was able
to learn about myself, I started to get to know me. I never saw my parents
again after that, and I always go back to the Bowery, it's the one place I
can truly think and contemplate current events which surround my
always-complicated life...I am my own posse.
Rex: Well, Deathlok, thanks a lot for shooting with me today, it's been great
talking to you.
Deathlok: Likewise Rex, c'mon, give us a "holy shit" just for the hell of
it...
Rex: HOLY SHIT!!!
(They both start laughing as they shake hands once more. Deathlok hops off of
the dumpster as he begins to briskly walk into the dark alley, until he can
no longer be seen. Rex shakes his head as he steps into the XWA production
van...it peels off through the damp streets...and all that is seen is the
moonlight which glows onto the streets as smoke rises from the sewers, and
the scene fades to black...)
