Music begins to play in the United Center. The place is completely pitch-black. Then as if someone had flipped a switch, lights begin to flood the United Center from all directions. This isn't from an electronic source it's the only kind of light a fire can produce. Thousands of men, women, youth, and children make their way towards the center of the United Center. They're pouring in like ants from every opening. Every single one of them is carrying a torch.
The light from the torches dances around creating some very eerie looking shadows that bounce off the walls of the United Center. The music comes to a stop and you can hear the massive crowd chanting in unison, PURGE PURGE PURGE PURGE PURGE. The crowd just continually repeats the same word over and over as if in a trance. Then every man, woman, youth, and child set their eyes above with an eager look of anticipation. A large flame comes to life at the very top. The shape of a dark figure can be barely made out from the light of the torch they possess. The large figure descends from the ceiling. As this person gets closer to the arena floor they become more visible. It's the Boston Bruiser. He finally reaches his destination which is an elevated podium on a makeshift stage. The Boston Bruiser takes his torch and uses the flame to ignite a display near the podium. The display comes to life with flames which spell out the word "Purge."
The Boston Bruiser walks up to the mic.
the crowd begins to chant
BB BB BB BB
Today we must examine ourselves and remove from the XWF midst the elements that have poisoned this once great company. I'm talking about the ones that do not belong with us. There is a very impure breed of mutts in this organization. Their very existence has tainted the purity of our brand. It is my wish and will that this PURGE movement lasts for years to come until every subhuman creature has been violently removed and exterminated once and for all.
We can be happy to know that this future belongs entirely to our kind
The men, women, youth, and children again chant BB BB BB BB BB
This is a mission that 1 man cannot carry on his shoulders alone. If we are to be victorious in our efforts to purge the XWF of the excrement that so prevalent in the locker room, we are going to need a unification of those who do not share in the ways of the half-breeds. Tony Santos, Notorious Ned Kaye, Robert Main, and Tommy Wish I need you brothers to join with me, let my cause become our cause. We must put a stop to superhero wannabes, the zombies, vampires, and all the other freaks that overpopulate this organization. If there is any hope of resurrecting the XWF from the slime pit that these social misfits have dragged it into it will be through the efforts of the superior class of athletes such as myself.
Now this Saturday, I will be focusing my efforts on one of the biggest oddities in the XWF, Lux. Lux is the Caitlyn Jenner of this organization. The rumor is that Lux believes he is a 30-year-old woman trapped in a drug addicted 17-year-old’s body. So, in other words, Lux is a regular Dateline Special. Believe it or not, this isn’t even the end of this putrid tale. Buckle your seat belts because it gets better. Lux has come from the future to save the world from Maddison Dyson the person who supposedly killers Lux in the future hence why Lux needs the body of a 17-year-old boy. WOW!
One thing is very clear to me and that is the leadership apparently isn’t drug testing anybody in the XWF.
Enough is enough! The foolishness must end and it must end this Saturday once and for all! We cannot allow half breeds like Lux to spread their cancer across the XWF universe. This Saturday Lux is going to have an intervention with my size 18-foot boot kicking him/her/it right in the gut and power bombing her shemale behind through anything within range. A regular match doesn’t provide the type of punishment that this mutant requires. We’re going to have a no DQ I quit match.
I’m going to pick up the metal stairs near the ring and drive them into your head continuously until you either lose consciousness or you scream the words “I quit!” If that doesn’t get the job done, I’ll grab my sledgehammer and begin to rain down vicious blows upon your body, starting with your feet. Working my way up to the knee cap. The rib cage and finishing with your spine. I don’t just want to hear you say “I Quit” I want to beat you so severely that I hear the words “I can’t breathe.”
There is absolutely nothing you can do to overpower me. You’re not strong enough. You’re weak. This is survival of the fittest and you and the many others like yourself are not fit to live. Nature is the perfect teacher. If you ever watch the Discovery channel, you’ll see an example of this through the wounded Gazelle. Usually, the Gazelle is able to outmaneuver the Cheetah. But if that Gazelle makes one wrong move or if it gets injured GAME OVER!
Lux, this Saturday I’m going to corner you and there will be no escaping. There will be no outmaneuvering me. I’ll utilize every object around me to hurt you. Expect to be purged from the XWF.
The crowd begins to chant “PURGE PURGE PURGE PURE PURGE