EXTREME CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING: That’s not extreme

The camera opens in a dimly lit boiler room. Bill Alfonso stands in front of the camera, pacing like a caged animal, his whistle swinging wildly around his neck. Behind him, steel chains hang from the walls, and the faint sound of dripping water echoes through the room. Alfonso is visibly furious, his face flushed with anger, his voice cutting through the oppressive silence.

WHISTLE BLOWS LOUDLY!

Bill Alfonso: Are you kidding me, daddy?! Are you freakin’ kidding me?! The first Anarchy card comes out, the first chance for ECW to show the world what it’s all about in this new era, and you leave out the most destructive force in professional wrestling?! You leave out Mil Muertes?! You call that extreme? I call it FEAR!

He points directly into the camera, his finger trembling with rage.

Bill Alfonso: Paul Heyman, you’ve made a lot of bold moves in your day, but this one? This one’s the biggest mistake of your life! You parade around, talking about how ECW is the home of hardcore, the home of violence, the home of fearless warriors but when it comes to Mil Muertes, you’re all too scared to even put his name on the card! That’s not extreme, daddy that’s cowardice!

Alfonso grabs a steel chain hanging from the wall and slams it onto the floor, the echo reverberating through the room. His voice grows louder, more frenzied.

Bill Alfonso: You wanna talk about extreme? Let me remind you of what extreme really means! Extreme isn’t swinging chairs and cracking tables. Extreme isn’t bleeding buckets to make the fans cheer. Extreme is standing across the ring from Mil Muertes, knowing you’ve already lost. Extreme is hearing the count of three as you stare up at the lights, wondering if you’ll ever walk again. THAT’S extreme! But you don’t want that, do you, Paul? You don’t want your precious little roster your Raven's, your Jericho's, your Cactus Jack’s to end up on the injured list before the new era even begins. You know what Mil Muertes brings to the table, and it scares the hell out of you! It terrifies you! Because you know that the second you unleash him, the entire ECW roster will be left in ruins!

He blows his whistle three times in rapid succession, pacing back and forth like a wild animal.

Bill Alfonso: Let me tell you something, daddy, keeping Mil Muertes off the first Anarchy card isn’t just a slap in the face to him. It’s a slap in the face to the fans, to the roster, to the very foundation of what ECW is supposed to stand for! You’re robbing the fans of the violence they crave. You’re robbing the wrestlers of the chance to prove themselves against the most dangerous man in the business. Most of all, you’re robbing yourself of the chance to put ECW’s true face at the forefront of this company! But let me make one thing perfectly clear—Mil Muertes doesn’t need your card. He doesn’t need your approval. He doesn’t need your spotlight. Because whether you like it or not, he’s coming. When he does, there won’t be any more debate about who runs ECW. There won’t be any more questions about what extreme really means. When Mil Muertes steps into that ring, the answer will be written in blood, in broken bones, in shattered dreams.

Alfonso grabs the chain again, wrapping it around his fist and holding it up to the camera.

Bill Alfonso: Paul Heyman, ECW, the entire locker room you think you can ignore him? You think you can pretend Mil Muertes doesn’t exist? Well, let me give you a warning, daddy Mil doesn’t just show up. He arrives. When he does, there’s no running, no hiding, no avoiding the inevitable. You can keep him off your little card, but you can’t keep him out of ECW. When he finally steps into that ring, you’re all gonna find out what real fear looks like.

WHISTLE BLOWS!

Bill Alfonso: That’s not extreme, daddy that’s FEAR!

Alfonso storms out of frame, leaving the camera focused on the steel chains swaying ominously as the screen fades to black.