The Shadow Fades With The Dying Of The Sun

[TheMainMan25]

Scene opens to the Main Man re-watching Tuesday Night Turmoil in his living room. He looks quite comfortable, dressed in a red t-shirt and grey/ red striped track pants. A water bottle and gym towel rest on his coffee table. He fast forwards his TiVo to a certain point of the broadcast- Jamie Parker’s interview with Amy White. The Main Man watches some of the promo, and then laughs out loud. The laughter goes away quickly as the Main Man watches the rest of the promo. The Main Man’s eyes narrow as he pauses his TiVo.

TMM: The Main Man is starting to tire of this Nancy-boy.

The Main Man looks at the camera.

TMM: Jesus Christ, The Main Man has not seen that much bitching and moaning since his ex-wife left! Well, it looks like the Main Man will be defending his newly crowned Tag Team Championship by himself, because it’s that time of the month for Jamie Parker. He’s not going to take part in the title defense this Tuesday, and then actually DARED the Main Man to do something about it. Bitch, the Main Man has been begging you to leave! The Main Man doesn’t care about you or anything you do! So, please don’t show up on Tuesday, so that when the Main Man beats…The Darkness, he can be called the first singular Tag Team Champion in WPW history. From that point on he will NOT be introduced as “One half of the Tag Team Champions”. So, adios- don’t let the door knob hit you where the Good Lord split you on the way out.

The Main Man stops and thinks.

TMM: It would’ve been one thing, however, if Parker had simply refused to show up in protest. But he refused to show up, and he insulted the Main Man. The Maniac Man? You stayed up all night thinking about that one didn’t you? Now Parker, there is a part of the Main Man that tells him that for this insult, he should take you apart, publicly, so that the entire company can witness it, lest the Main Man be perceived as weak. In this business, public image is everything. But the Main Man is gracious enough to understand where you are coming from because the Main Man feels the same way. The Main Man was part of the Main Event at When World’s Collide, but since then has been almost de-pushed. All while the man that the Main Man beat in his second week in the company, Dan Murph, gets pushed to the main event. Then, to make matters worse, these goofy bastards from PCW get jobs at this company and further push the Main Man down the card. But Parker, the Main Man knows this business. For any owner of any company, from Jeffrey O’Donnell, to Carlos Gonzales, to the Almighty Vince McMahon himself, the bottom line is money. And like it or not, guys like the Jokester happen to bring in a little more that your bitch- ass does right now. The Main Man realizes this, but instead of whining and complaining every single damn week, the Main Man decided to make his star shine bigger than those others pansies, so that when the Main Man gets back to the Main Event, standing next to him will be like staring at the sun. In order to do that, he has to destroy EVERY single opponent that dares to step into the ring with him, and maybe… a punk-ass “partner” that dares sully his name with terrible insults. So, if you don’t want to help out, fine. The Main Man is more than capable of doing it himself. You remember last week don’t you? And the week after that? You get your ass handed to you for 95 percent of the match. The Main Man does all of the work, and then you lock on one move, or come in at the right time to get the pin. You don’t do a whole lot, but you still bitch and moan about carrying the Main Man. The rest of the company sees it, which is why the Main Man has come up with a condition that he likes to call JPS: Jamie Parker Syndrome. It’s a little like PMS, but without the heat flashes and cramps. But, just like with any woman, the Main Man’s tolerance has a limit, and that limit is about to be reached.

The Main Man straighten in his chair.

TMM: Let the Main Man not forget about his opponents this Tuesday, the Darkness- the members of which hate each other almost as much as the Main Man and Jamie Parker hate each other. That simple fact is going to keep them from defeating the Main Man this Tuesday, because this Tuesday, the Main Man won’t have a partner to worry about, whereas you two will have to put your own hatred of each other on hold in order to accomplish something that no one else in this company has done without help, and that is pin the Main Man. Now, the Main Man knows that you once held this (holds up Tag Team Title), and that some part of you wants this back. But how much do you want it? That’s the real question. How much do you want this? Do you want it enough to forget the man beside you? No, you don’t. You don’t want this, because if you did, you would have NEVER let it get away from you. If you really wanted this, then you would have cashed in your rematch clause the INSTANT you lost the belt. So, you don’t want this, not like you may think that you do. Jamie Parker doesn’t want this either, he’s too busy writing checks that his ass can’t cash, but the Main Man is different. The Main Man wants this, and he’ll be damned if you take it from him. So, it’ll be a handicap match. It won’t be the first time for the Main Man, nor will it be the last. But this match will be the first time that one half of the tag team champs proved to be better than the whole. It’s time to make history, bitches. You can either participate, or get out of the way.

The Main Man tosses his remote at the TV screen, which shatters. The Main Man looks surprised.

TMM: Now that was unexpected. Fuck it, The Main Man will by another one.

[Duff]

The scene opens outside a high rise apartment block in what doesn’t appear to be a particularly affluent area of town. The exterior wall of the building is swathed in graffiti and in the external parking area, a few beat up motors are positioned on bricks, the windscreens smashed and the wing mirrors kicked off. The camera pans the building, revealing a few boarded up windows on the lower floors. The street opposite is littered with closed businesses, a further sign of the deprivation in the area. In fact, the only building that appears t have remained intact is an old gym, the paint peeling off the walls and the sign faded through age. Yet, in spite of this, the halogen light emitting through the windows and the sound of music pumping through the walls gives a certain sense of character. The camera heads towards the doors of the gym and them cameraman nearly falls as a guy barges out of the gym, sending the door within inches of the camera. The cameraman grabs the open door and heads inside. As the camera heads up the dimly lit stairs and pushes through another door, the strains of men pushing their bodies to the limits of physical exertion can be heard. In one corner of the gym sits Jamie Parker, towel draping his shoulders and sweat gushing from every pore. Parker looks up and sees the camera, dries his face off and nods to the cameraman, who has been getting some stares from the guys in the gym.

Parker: I know what you’re going to ask, so we might as well just get rolling. Ah, Michael, Michael, Michael, I do so enjoy watching your little promos. It can be almost delightful watching you sit there and run your mouth. It almost comes across as if you actually ARE somebody. Yet, I can’t help but feel cheated somehow. If I really wanted to watch re-runs of tired old clichés, I’d watch reruns of old tv shows. They do say the originals are the best. For example, if I wanted to watch some idiot running his mouth off thinking he was the greatest thing to ever grace wrestling while throwing out tired old insults, I’d watch a Mike Adams promo. If I wanted to watch some guy struggle with a split personality, I’d watch one of our opponents this week in SiNN. The thing is Main Man, I’ve seen it from them first, and in all honesty, they do it a lot better than you ever could.

Parker reaches down into his bag and takes out a bottle of water. He unscrews the sports cap and drains the bottle in one long gulp. He takes his towel and again dries off his face, patting it down gently to try and cool the redness burning in his cheeks.

Parker: So, I guess it doesn’t surprise me when I hear you saying that you will be the first tag champ without a partner, because our other opponent did that first too. In fact, he went quite some time defending those belts on his own while SiNN was off “finding himself.” Though I’m not entirely sure why he bothered considering what he found was hardly worth the effort. I guess it’s only natural that the next step in your progression is to try and mimic me by being actually good. While you sit there and basically delude yourself into thinking you’re good enough to be in the main event, cast your mind back to that match you mentioned at WWC. Do you recall who was the first member of team WPW to be eliminated? Do you recall who then went on to eliminate the guy that put you out? I’ll give you a second to think of the answers and while you contend yourself with obsessing about dragging yourself onto the same level as me, I’ll get on with what I do best, defending our tag team titles.

Parker’s face contorts into an expression of such seriousness that the hotness come back and his cheeks again burn bright red. He fumbles around in his bag, and pulls out another water bottle, but this one is empty. He picks up the other one and carries them both across the room to the water cooler where he resumes talking.

Shadow and SiNN, how odd that we find ourselves coming face to face in such circumstances. Less than three weeks from now, you two former tag team partners, who once dominated every opposing team that was put in front of you will get the chance to tear each other apart limb from limb. All that time you tried to hide your faces behind masks, when all the while what you were really hiding was your burning hatred for each other. Yet, now the mask has been ripped from one of you and with it the undiluted hatred being felt by one of you has been unleashed. All the while it was Shadow that had to put up with carrying his partner through bout after bout, so I can somehow relate to that. Though, with that said, it was perhaps understandable that when he walked out with everything, including the girl, that poor old SiNN got a little bit upset. So this week you two have the chance to kiss and make up. I urge you now, even if it’s just for one week, to take that chance because otherwise the things you have planned for each other when you face off at Everything Ends will pail into insignificance, because you just might not make it that far.

Parker makes his way back towards the bench and again goes to his bag. This time he takes out a fresh towel and some clean underwear and sits them atop the bag.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m more than aware that myself and my partner have our issues, but can they really be compared? I think I’m better than Maddox, he thinks he’s better than me. Can that really be compared to the fact that you two want nothing more than to kill each other? Maybe it can, because it’s looking more and more like the green eyed monster is taking control of my partner, but the thing is, deep down, I know that like me he’s just too damn egotistical to let these tag titles slip away. You had that opportunity to show solidarity at Ruined Fate and it all went horribly wrong, although I’m sure you don’t need reminding of that. I’m sure it’s been burning away inside both of you, just dying for a release. So who really was to blame for your implosion? Was it SiNN for deserting his partner when he needed him or was it Shadow for stealing away everything SiNN had and choosing to sit atop the ladder when he could have retrieved the belts at Ruined Fate? I’ll let you two decide that. Perhaps you can give us the answer this Tuesday when you have your little get together at TNT. Until then, why don’t you both have a little think about it?

Parker grabs the fresh towel and stands up. He motions to the cameraman that he is about to hit the showers, and the cameraman gets the hint as the camera shuts down.

[The Shadow]

Nothing beats the taste of nice, sweet revenge. Nothing that is, except for the nice sweet taste of realizing you made a mistake and correcting it before it leads to bloodshed. That old law about "an eye for an eye" leaves everybody blind. The time is always right to do the right thing.

The scene opens up on the streets of Waycross Georgia. The Shadow is seen in the camera shot as he slowly walks down the sidewalk, to his side Ware County High School is surrounded in a fence, and the other side is what seems as if it were supposed to be a main street, but not many cars are going either way in this small Georgia town. The camera is slowly moving backward as Shadow walks toward it.

Apologies if the audio is a bit rough, seeing as WPW officials were a bit too afraid to lend me a camera in fear I wouldn't show back up, I had to use one from my own personal collection.

The Shadow raises his hand.

Ok, stop it right there Amanda. That spot is good.

Shadow lets out a deep breath which is barely picked up by the audio of the camera, then easily drowned out as a car drives by. Shadow looks to the side to watch the brown voltswagon pass, then simply glances back at the camera before continuing.

Today I plan on keeping my words short and sweet, for although I have much to say, I have little motivation to say it all here, and to use up the last of my voice when I've yet to hear confirmation my partner still has one. It may be odd to thank an opponent, but I do want to say thank you to you Jamie Parker. Thank you for having the sense to realize that while SiNN and his legion of sinners may believe he carried me through our battles, that the truth is I carried him through just as many. There's a word for you SiNN I've been told to use by the blonde behind the camera.

Overrated.

Shadow pauses and looks up surprised as the voice filled the camera's audio.

Yes, overrated, but whether it's true or not is up to you SiNN. See, while your blind followers praised your footsteps, and while everyone else turned a blind eye to you, something happened to you that never would have happened to Van Risen. See, you became a victim of your own reputation. Funny how you can dissappear for months and still be put in a PCW Championship with a man the likes of Dust, and when you lose you still find time to blame me when I wasn't even around. But this isn't about blaming you SiNN, no, it's about letting you know I don't hate you, and I don't seek revenge.

The Shadow shakes his head, his eyes never leaving the camera as another car passes, this time coming from the opposite direction and not making as much sound in the camera as it does so.

I forgive you SiNN. Yes... I forgive you for being the blind idiot you were, and I forgive you for not trying hard enough in our time together. Hell, I even forgive you for breaking Amanda's heart when you needed time off to find yourself, watching from around the corner as T-Dog laid his hands on her. Whether she forgives you or not I can't say, but I forgive you for being the ignorant fool you like to pretend you never were. It's not your fault after all, it's just who you are, can't get upset with someone for being themselves can you? No matter how pathedic they actually are.

Shadow shifts a bit, adjusting his hood slightly as he pauses and waits for a girl in a bicycle to pass. She rides past the camera shot and Shadow continues.

But this Tuesday isn't about you SiNN, it's about the WPW Tag Team Championships. It's about bringing them back where they belong. SiNN, you may have no sense of pride or compitition, but I do, and seeing the title in the hands of someone like The Main Man makes me sick. It's a disgrace to the championships we once held, and it knocks them down in value! The Main Man said we can't get along, but I say we prove him wrong SiNN. I say we upset this team and take back OUR championships, and then decide what to do from there. I will always be the man who carries the team, no denying it, but I'm still willing to let you be the one who runs in and gets the pin in the end. You know, boost your confidence since no one else around here seems to care too much about you... Wonder why that is... No matter, I'm willing to be your friend in a world filled with Darkness SiNN, so since my proposition is logical, it only makes sense you'll most likely turn it down.

The camera shakes a bit as it's lifted off it's tripod. It begins to slowly zoom in on the masked face of Shadow.

But never the less the offer is there. You can forget your bad blood for me SiNN and join me in our quest to take back what's rightfully ours, or you can be a fool and fight me in a match at Everything Ends, a match you know you can never defeat me in. Be logical SiNN, I know that's almost a foreign word for you, but it's one you should learn. Forget whatever revenge you had planned, revenge is petty and pointless, and what I'm offering is so much better. Revenge is the naked idol of the worship of a semi-barbarous age. I'm offering you what you lost, to take it back and once again be on top of the world.

Shadow's eyebrows angle downward as he gives the camera a stern look.

Or be defeated this Tuesday, and defeated at Everything Ends. The choice is yours, and choose wisely because this is the point of no return my friend. This is the point of no return. Revenge is sweeter than life itself, so think fools. Semper et infirmi est animi exiguique voluptas Ultio. Revenge is always the weak pleasure of a little and narrow mind. Prove everyone wrong SiNN, and make the right choice before your life falls any more then is already has.

Shadow takes another deep breath, then closes his eyes.

Turn it off Amanda, he's not listening. He's still living the same deluded fantasy he always was.

Cut.

[AFalseSinn]

*Camera comes in, the sun is slowly rising over the skyline and buidlings of a busy city.
It pans around, steam rolling off of some as they sun heats up the roofs. The camera eventually points back inside the building it is sitting in, SiNN is sitting on a love seat, his legs stretched out.
His notepad sits in his lap as he scribbles away with a pen. he looks up and places a corn cob pipe into his mouth....he takes a few drags from it and then blows out nothing.*


SiNN: Where do I start.



*he takes another "puff" off the corn cob pipe*


SiNN: How about this....Main Man charicter. He seems to write checks....and then try to insert them into his ass for cashing....I dont know about that. I usually take the checks i get to the bank, cashing them there usually works much better.
Maybe thats why he cant afford his own gimicks or catch phrases!

There it is, I have figured out the mediocrity that is Michelle Mad Max.
I will not fear a man who trys to cash checks with his hind quarters, unless of course he tries to give me one of his checks...or for some reason decides he wants to put something a little larger in there.

Tag...Team....Champ. Such a title I no longer thirst for, but of course you cannot expect me to just simply walk away from this can you?

The Main Thing wants to walk into this match alone, thinking he can take on the first tag team champions....half a year of holding those titles. Yet less then a month and this guy thinks he is "the shit" that he might be "top dog".....Sorry to say you might just be wrong.


*SiNN smiles to himself as he nods and places the pipe back into his mouth, another empty puff goes back as he goes into "deep thought"*


SiNN: Main Man, you wish to shake off your partner. James Practitionare, you also seem to go in completly ready to dismiss Shadow and I, ready to dismiss your own partner. And seemingly ready to assume that the distaste between us would make it a cake walk for you to "lay the smack down" as your partner might some day put it.

Isnt it amazing the hunger some gold can put into a mans belly.
Isnt it amazing the thirst some straps can bring.
I plan to do things as normally as ever, putting myself and everyone else on the line to make you fear what I might do.

NO! Not what I might do.....What I will do!

The two of you are making a large, LARGE.....mistake in not trusting each other, in HATING each other.....I thrive on hate.
I thrive on pain....I thrive on creating pain in others.
Jamie.....Mad Max.....You two are full of sin and each ounce of it will be used against you in this match.
Wake up children and be ready.

*SiNN tosses the pipe over the love seat and writes some more on his notepad. he tosses it onto the table and the camera looks.....The Main Mans name is written onto the pad, but then scribbled over....Jamie Parkers name is written but then scribbled over as well.....Shadow is writen deeply into the paper.*


SiNN: Shadow.....You have grown so....cocky recently. the carrier of the team.
All you really are is another carrier of my disease, you just willingly accepted it when you became Van Risen's partner.

You seem to think you have an insight to me and as to why I had an absence, and for that matter that I used some kind of magic or special power to secure a title shot I never got?

Many people have been vocal about my time away and how you so awesomly kept those titles warm while I was taking what you all think was some pretty vacation some where.

Shadow, everyone always says that we fear the unknown. But I am not afraid of you, nor should you be afraid of me.
Yes, your name is next on my list....but that is not for now....because I will respect you this week, I will tag with you and we will become tag team champions again.

But we will still meet at Everything Ends. And on that day, your time in the Darkness will come to an end, and your name, using your blood....will be marked off.

But this week I shall treat you as the equal that you are. I will not underestimate your abilities to help me, nor will I make the mistake of trusting you long enough for you to walk away. If we can meet in the middle.
Then Darkness will again fall over WPW and we will take away those titles from the mockery of a team we face.


*SiNN tosses his bladed pen onto the table, Leon Capri's blood still dried to it. He smiles playfully as he stands up...he pulls out another corn cob pipe from his pocket and sucks on it a bit before blowing out nothing again.*


SiNN: One name at a time I bring my illness into the blood of WPW.
One match at a time I will check off those who stand in my way.
One war at a time I will make my mark.

Jamie Parker.....Mad Max.....you two have been spared the list, but dont take that as a good sign, I simply cannot stand either of you enough to care to spill your blood.
Your blood would mearly thin my virus, and I cannot have that.


see you on Tuesday children.

*SiNN slowly turns to the skyline we saw before, everything goes dark suddenly and then becomes bright just as fast.....the camera follows SiNN's eyes. The window has changed!
Written in blood, or more likly red paint, is Jamie and Micheal's names....a large black streak runs through them*

SiNN: Your fate is already chosen.


*the camera slowly fades as SiNN laughs*


SiNN: WAIT!


*The room comes back into focus suddenly*


SiNN: I seem to have forgotten somone havent I.......

Amanda.

Did my counter part not warn you....he knew....I KNEW....something was wrong.
You think it was his decision.
You think he walked away from you.
There was nothing more to him then you.....nothing deeper running then you.

However that part is dead.
instead stands me, and to me you are nothing more then a bothersome problem.
If you decide to get in my way again then I will have to solve that problem.
Stay out of the way child. Your view of the world is small, and shrouded in mistake....

*back to the pipe again, he leaves it hanging in his mouth*


SiNN: Well, I think I have covered all the important parts.....even a bit about that bore of a man Parker.
so now...finally, I will wish you goodnight.

*The camera does its fade out again, this time to black*

[AFalseSinn]

SiNN: Overrated.


*SiNN sits it what looks to be a utilitie room, lots of tools and such hang from the walls...but the most abundant item appears to be ladders? There are several ladders sitting around, one leaned up against the wall, two laying on the floor, two hung up on hangers on the wall and one standing in the middle of the room.*


SiNN: Seems like the Sesame Street word of my life is "overrated".
I like that word really. No I am not saying it is an accurate discription of myself. Though having heard it for so long every where I go no matter what I do, I might as well embrace it.

Overrated.

Just the sound of it brings a smile to my face.
The idea of it brings a smile to my face.
The thought that others feel that way brings a SMILE TO MY FACE!


*SiNN smiles big and pretty for the camera....he moves over to the standing ladder and puts a foot onto the first rung*


SiNN: All of you who think this way about me have just put me one rung higher on this ladder.
Shadow and his.....shall I say puppet? feel this way about me do they not?


*SiNN takes a step up the ladder, now onto the second rung*


SiNN: Another step on this ladder my dear man.
Jamie Parker feels this way about me to I bet. Thinking he will carry that sparkling gold belt down to the ring and simply be done with me and take it and walk back to the locker room.
You see, this week I came to a decision......I want those belts. I want to feel that leather up against my skin again.
I want to feel the power of having people want what I have again.
I want to feel the sensation of havin to watch my back for contenders. I love the feeling I get knowing I am overrated.


*He takes the time to slowly climb up another rung for the ladder*

SiNN: Overrated.

The Main Man thinks I am overrated. He simply wants to get through me so that he can shed the man who he thinks is the weaker link of there team and hold the titles himself....in his mind he already does.
A ticking time bomb these two are together. They dont trust each other for a second nor do they like where they are.
They spend more time squabbiling with each other then paying attention to the Darkness looming in front of them.

*Another step up the ladder...he looks down at the camera and then takes another step up and then sits on the top of it*


SiNN: You know what word is far more useful then overrated....its actually similar to it nearly.

Underrated.

You see, everyone...including my tag team partner of the night has me underrated.
But I dont mind.....because I like it that way.
And in honesty they are all probably right, everyone knows I am not all there at any given time of the day. So I could be way off base.
One thing has changed though.

Jamie Parker and The Main Man have something I want.
They have the tag team titles.
Those titles belong to Darkness, the name plates are waiting to be put back on them.
Weather or not you think you can trust me Shadow, weather or not your full of anger, hate, or fear because you know you will be facing me at Everything Ends.....Just know I go into this match planning on walking out with those two lovely belts. One in my hand and one in yours.

Can you accept that?

*SiNN stands on the rung and takes another step up, he reaches up high into the air with his left hand, palm open*


SiNN: Tuesday we win back those belts. Tuesday we show why we held them for so long. Tuesday we prove that Darkness is behind everything......and after that.......


*SiNN closes his hand and the room goes black*


SiNN: Your fate is already chosen.


*end*

[TheMainMan25]

"I did My Time" by Korn hits, and the house show crowd comes alive. People in the concession stand rush back to their seats, temporarily forgetting any refreshments they make have been thinking about getting. Men in the restrooms run out, forgetting to wash their hands, and spreading germs, piss, and fecal matter over whatever they touch. Kids decide that they can hold off urinating for just a few minutes. Such is the effect of the Main Man's entrance.....in his own mind at least.

The Main Man walks out, dressed in an expensive black suit and shades, the World Tag Team Title on his shoulder. The Main Man climbs into the ring and has a microphone handed too him. The crowd is mixed, lots of boos, but lots of cheers as well. The Main Man looks around the crowd, letting them get a glimpse of the biggest start they have ever seen, before raising the microphone to his mouth to speak.

TMM: The Main Man has never seen more confused individuals in one match as this one. First we have Jaime Parker- who first runs his mouth on TNT about not defending the tag team titles, then comes out in a promo and says that what he does best is defend our tag team titles. So, which is it Parker? Are you going to show up or not? The Main Man has been doing some thinking, and has decided that it may be a good thing if you showed up.... so that everyone can finally see that you are full of shit, and that none of your words mean a god damned thing. The way that the Main Man sees it, if you say that you're not going to show up, then DON'T SHOW UP! You say all that you want that watching the Main Man is like watching a re-run. Well, that's one problem you sure as hell don't have Parker, because you are not like a re-run. You're more like watching a person with bi-polar disorder: one second you're crying something, and the next you're ready to fight. We never know what's going to come out of you're mouth, but odds are that it's going to be a complaint of some kind. Your parents must have loved having you around.

The Main Man saunters around for a moment before continuing.

TMM: Parker, the Main Man really doesn't care what you say about anything, but to clear the air for the rest of the idiots who may be watching, at When World's Collide, the Main Man pinned former PCW Champion, Rhys Saunders, and he was on the verge of pinning Dan Murph, the current number one contender for the WPW championship, when he was jumped from behind by not one, but 3 members of the opposite team. That's the only reason he was pinned. And where were you? Where was the People's Queen, Dust? Where was the Prince of Pussy, JMC? You all sat on the damn ring apron. In fact, the ONLY reason that you even pinned Dan Murph was because the Main Man hit his finisher first. You were setting your pattern early: letting the Main Man do all the work, the coming in for the pin. Well the Main Man says this: If you actually decide to bring your lying ass to the ring, go to the opposite corner, because the Main Man will be damned if he tags your ass into the match. It's more likely that the Main Man will ball his fist and punch you in the mouth. So, if you like having your teeth, steer clear of the Main Man this Tuesday.

The Main Man walks around again, adjusting the Tag Team title on his shoulder.

TMM: Then we have another confused individual: Shadow. This is a guy who has fueded with SiNN for a long time. Now, when faced with his Royal Badness, the Main Man, he wants to let bygones be bygones and team up again. The Main Man thinks that he must have struck a nerve to make Shadow want to forget all of the shit that he and SiNN have been through in the past few months and be one unified team again. The Main Man doesn't care one way or another, because all he knows is that it doesn't matter who teams up to face him. The Main Man is destined for greatness. This Tag Team title says as much. It also serves to remind the Darkness that the Main Man has beaten everyone who has faced him one- on- one. It serves to remind the Darkness that the Main Man has beaten the very men who beat you for the World Tag Team Titles. It serves to remind the Darkness, the Shadow in particular, that the World Tag Team Titles being around the waist of the Main Man is not a disgrace- it's destiny. THIS is where Gold belongs, around the waist of the fastest rising star to hold it since... ever. The reason it disgusts you that the Main Man has this belt is because you know that this is as close as you're ever going to get to having it until the Main Man says otherwise...and it's driving you crazy. The Main Man wants to you look at the man who's going to be standing beside you on Tuesday every time you see the Main Man with this belt. And know that you can thank him for it.

TMM:
Which brings me to SiNN. It's funny because in the past, the Main Man didn't think that he would have the opportunity to face SiNN, unless it was fighting for the PCW World Championship. Things change, don't they? The one thing that's not going to change though is the World Tag Team Titles. But allow the Main Man to digress. You see, SiNN at one time was at the top of the wrestling world. He was PCW World Champ. Millions tuned in every week to watch him. Now? Well, let's just say that when Van Risen unmasked himself and showed himself to be SiNN, the only one that was enthused was Max the announcer. The Main Man actually heard channels changing at that point. So SiNN, the next time you want to talk about mediocrity, pull out a tape of your last few matches and take some "No Doze"- you'll need them. The only reason that you were Tag Team Champs for half a year is because you never faced the Main Man. Greatness has no time constraints. You were the first Tag Team Champ- the Alpha. But that very word signifies the past. The Main Man is the Omega, the end. Get used to it. It'll make your upcoming loss much easier to stomach.

The Main Man throws the microphone down and exits the ring to his own music, and a loud mixed reaction from the crowd.