The Extreme Scene

[Rich Harden Oakland A]

Good luck. xp

Credit to Kronik for coming up with the name.  

[iKal Enigma]

((Hey Lita..I'll be your first guest)) whee  

[Corollaresse]

*The lights are dimmed slightly as Jet's Are You Gonna Be My Girl starts to play over the PA. Lita makes her way down to the ramp to the ring. The mat has a black apron covering it decprated with abig pink "L" in the center. The "L" also has a pink crown topping it off. In the ring are three black and pink chairs with a television suspended in the air, seperating two chairs from the other.

Lita enters the ring with a mic and smiles at the fans.*

"Hey guys, what's up?" *She pauses for a moment to listen to the crowd before continuing.* "Well since this is the debut of the... uhh... of the Lita show... I thought it'd be nice if we had two guests instead of one. I've got some questions for both of them.

So here we go, please welcome my first guest... "

((Ok, this is how this is gonna work. If you're a guest on the show I'll let you know. If you want to interfere, let me know beforehand so we don't have random interferences that mess up the point of the show. The show will take place every Friday and if I can't make it, I'll get someone else to sub for me in order to keep this alive. You will have until the following Thursday to finish your segment before I make up an ending or finish it for you. Also it needs a name. Enjoy.))  

[XxPsychosisxX]

*"Right Now" hit over the PA and Omega walked out to the top of the ramp. He flexed his arms inward towards his stomach and the fans exploded. He walked down the ramp and climbed into the ring. He stood on the turnbuckle and slammed his hand into his chest 3 times then hit himself in the head a few times. He repeated this on another turnbuckle then turned toward Lita.*  

[Corollaresse]

"Excellent..." *She motions for a camera guy to fetch him a mic of his own.* "Feel free to take a seat Omega. And now, can't start the party without our second guest...." *Lita looks up towards the stage.*  

[XxPsychosisxX]

*Omega got a mic from the cameraguy and sat down next to the TV.*  

[iKal Enigma]

*Suddenly the lights went completely off. The fans were concerned of who was coming out. They have never seen this routine in a long time. Just then, a demonic voice is heard:

"Remember the time that HE has made his debut to the WWE? Well now ladies and gentlemen.. He has returned..but this time..more bad-a** and more evil than ever....

"Blow Me Away" starts to play as it starts to get more upbeat*

"LADIES AND GENTLMEN, I GIVE YOU..KALOS!!"

*firey explosions as well as blue flashing lights went off as Kalos came out pointing up to the skies as more pyros went off. The IC champ as well as half the tag team champ came out high-fiving fans as they are out of their seats causing an outrageous uproar. He then made his way into the ring smiling as he slid in the ring. He then went to the turnbuckle and did his gun taunt like the Hardy Boys used to do*  

[Corollaresse]

*Kalos is also given a microphone and is directed to the chair next to Omega's.* "Wow Kalos, that was quite the entrance... very dramatic. Well, onwards I guess. Both of you have been working in seperate factions for the past month or so, each creating an atmosphere of suspense for WWF fans... but still managing to stay on good terms with one another. Why wasn't the chaingang a part of this... relationship?" *Lita remains standing as she looks at both of her guests, allowing either or both to answer.*  

[XxPsychosisxX]

*Omega put the mic to his lips.*

Well the Chaingang consists of a bunch of little boys that think their hardcore and actually believe they have talent. It wouldn't that be bad if it weren't for the whole "gangsta" aspect that makes them think their unstoppable. They make me sick and they don't deserve to be called.. Superstar.. thats why I prefer the terms: wannabe and poser. They think they get respect and become cooler when they attack someone from behind, gang up on those that can't defend themselves, and generally being immature and disrespectful.  

[iKal Enigma]

*Kalos sat down and nodded*

"Basically I'm gonna have to agree with what Omega said. I mean look who's all in the Chaingang. You got Cena, Orton, Lesnar ((who was in it))..not to mention those 4 hawties. Now correct me if I'm wrong but I find that group degrading."

*the crowd cheers*

"I mean look at New Blood. I mean we got the lovely Lita who is one half of the tag team champ, the dominator Edge, the man with the plan Chris Sabin, and we got the Intercontinental champ Kalos. And as far as the Syndicate goes..I unno how many members are in that but I do know that it's runned by this man right next to me..Omega. I mean look at me and Omega. Sure we may be in different groups, but that doesn't change who we are. Hell we're both even in a match against gravedigger. Why? Cause we both know we can trust each other.

The Chaingang is just a wannabe group. All they do is basically rap or RKO. As far as Omega said..they DON'T deserve to be superstars. But they're in the business, so there's really nothing we can do."  

[Corollaresse]

((You forgot Rhamm, Kalos. xp ))

"So it's pretty much safe to say that both of you consider Orton to be talentless and full of himself. And you both seem to think poorly of his "RKO". If you were to rate this move on a scale of 1-10, 10 being the highest, and compare it to other moves like The Oklahoma Slam or the Physcopathic Slam, where would it be? 2?" *Lita smiles and holds her mic in her left hand while absently playing with the hem of her black skirt with the other.* "Omega, Kalos, with so many verbal attacks directed at the chaingang and especially Orton, coming from you... it makes one wonder if you think there's someone better suited to be the CEO of the WWF."  

[Rich Harden Oakland A]

*The lights suddenly went out as a guitar note hanged in mid-air.*

Hey! Hey! Hey!
Nothing you can say!
Nothing you say can change what you've done to me!
Now it's time to shine!
Now it's time to take back what's mine!
While you're burning inside my light!
They try so hard to follow!

*Mercy Drive's "Burn in my Light" hit the Titantron as the fans went wild. Randy Orton came out on stage with the World Heavyweight Undisputed Championship strapped on his right shoulder. Smirking, he raised his arms into the air in a shrug-like taunt as yellow pryos rained down his body. Slowly, he walked down the ramp and rolled into the ring. Then the Legend Killer grabbed a microphone.*

Ever since I walked into this business as the Chairman of the WWF, I've recieved all these verbal assaults from third-rate superstars. Omega, Kalos, Lita, Angel...

The list goes on and on. But no one can deny what I've done for this business. No one can deny that I've turned this business in a complete 180. Not only have I improved shows and rosters, but I have become your twelve time World Champion. So Omega, Kalos, and Lita, just run your little mouths because that's just about all that you can do.

Omega, you may be the United States champion. You believe that one day you will become the WWF Champion. Yet that dream will never come true. As long as I'm and Congress is here to stop you from taking your daily steriods pill, Viagra pills, your Ambien inhalers, just like what they did to Palmerio, you're just a little sissy. People say that you have a nice body, but we all know about the million bucks you paid the surgeon to get a sex change from female to male.

Kalos, you're the Tag team Champion and IC Champion, but I've never seen you defend your Intercontinental title. It's a shame that we can't have a better role model and a better GM. Look at me: I've defended my title against Lashley and will defend this title against Angel. But you've hardly lifted a finger while you make these blistering attacks against my character. You should know where your bread is buttered because I can take that title away in a second.

Lita, I don't know what to say about you. I mean you're a *itch. You can barely wrestle. I don't know what Edge sees in you. Maybe he just likes to give you rides.  

[Corollaresse]

*Lita paces the ring for a minute while Orton drags on with his speech, trying to keep her temper under control. When he's finished, she leans across the ropes that face the stage, clutching her mic with white hands.*

"Shut up Orton. This is my show, and it's gonna be run by my rules. You want a chance to run your mouth infront of this audience, then get inline. Obviously these two have something you don't, or I would have selected you for this interview. But as for now, stop wasting our time and GET THE H*** OFF MY SET!"  

[Rich Harden Oakland A]

Corollaresse

*Lita paces the ring for a minute while Orton drags on with his speech, trying to keep her temper under control. When he's finished, she leans across the ropes that face the stage, clutching her mic with white hands.*

"Shut up Orton. This is my show, and it's gonna be run by my rules. You want a chance to run your mouth infront of this audience, then get inline. Obviously these two have something you don't, or I would have selected you for this interview. But as for now, stop wasting our time and GET THE H*** OFF MY SET!"

*Orton smirked.*

This is your show, but you're standing in my ring.  

[Corollaresse]

*Lita looks like she could throttle him. After a few seconds of silence, she turns back to her guests.* "Unless you two wanted to say something to our uninvited... guest... I suggest we move on, ignore him long enough and he'll leave."