Before I go back to doing biographies, I thought I'd offer up a scenario for the upcoming Draft Lottery, which will take place after Judgement Day, and give them time to incorporate guys into the storylines, and build to the ECW PPV.
So the draft lottery begins, we'll just assume it's same rules as last year, names are drawn out of a bowl containing all the members of the roster, Eric Bischoff chooses from the SD! talent pool, Long picks from RAW. But there is also a mysterious third bowl sitting out as well...
Bischoff and RAW get:
Heidenreich
Carlitto (because they always put the guys what start to get over on RAW)
Rey Mysterio (ditto)
The Bashams
Long gets:
Chris Benoit
Chris Jericho
Simon Dean
Shawn Michaels
Just some names I'd like to see traded across the board, not that I think they'll actually happen...it's the ending that's important. When the draft is done, both GM's wonder about this third bowl,
Bischoff: "what the hell is this? Get it the hell off my stage! I've had enough of this crap! I said two or three times already to remove it!"
Long: "Playa, for once, I feel you. Let's just get this out of here right now."
A loud, and familiar voice comes over the speakers: "Gentlemen, you really don't want to do that, because you see...this lottery is about to get...EXTREME!!!" This is Extreme 3 kicks up over the loud speaker (ECW's theme music), out saunters Paul Heyman with an ECW baseball cap on his head, Long looks shocked, Bischoff looks pissed. Paul E. shakes Long's hand, then forces Bischoff to shake his, laughing in his face.
Paul E.: Seems the WWE Board of Director's have finally realized what I've known since I was relieved of my duties as Smackdown!'s General Manager...the Brand Extension is a FAILURE! You guys are a couple of jokes, you can't manage your brands to anything above mediocrity, so the Board has decided there needs to be a true alternative...an Extreme alternative...they've green lit the return of ECW! *monstrous pop* But, there's conditions...see, first, we needed a time slot, so they've decided to give me the Saturday night time slot alloted to...um...what's that show? Oh yeah, Velocity.
Long: Hold up there playa! That's Smackdown!'s show! You can't just...
Paul slips a piece of paper in front of Long's face: Read it and weep! I now am in complete charge of the time slot for Velocity, oh, and I'm also going to be getting Heat's time slot as well Eric.
Eric: You son of a...they can't do this! I'm Eric Bischoff! You can't do this to me...you're nothing but a fat, greasy, bingo hall running, no talent...
Paul gets in Eric's face: What I am, is the guy you stole most of your best ideas from...so shut up before I shut you up, Karate boy!
Bischoff just scowls.
Paul then opens up his bowl, and proceeds to read off the names of outside ECW talent that is being brought in for the ECW PPV.
Paul laughs: These men, are the Tribe of Extreme, they will drive ECW to buyrates this company hasn't seen in years! Right now, we're on a trial basis, two hours of tv a week, for a month, leading into one PPV event, but if we're successful...I'm sure we can convince the Board to give us a permanent commitment.
Eric and Long smile at each other: Not if you're guys can't make it out of the building, boys!
Both locker rooms empty out and sorround the ring, The ECW guys are poised, Sandman is swinging his cane at anyone who trys to get in the ring, Bischoff is elated, Long seems pleased as well.
Bischoff: Well Paul, now what are you going to do? Mr. "Wrestling Genius" Mr. "Mad Scientist" how do you get out of this one?
Paul E. smiles: Simple, get 'em boys!
Everyone sorrounding the ring who was in ECW turns and attacks the WWE guy next to them, the other ECW guys in the ring jump out as well, they drag the brawl into the ring, and the ECW guys begin tossing WWE guys out left and right, more reinforcements try coming from the back, but then out come Taz and Tommy Dreamer, who are identified as staunch WWE, they face down their former allies, standing tall with what's left of the Raw and SD! coalition, and then plaster the coalition! Taz and Dreamer have shown their true allegiance lies with the Tribe. However the WWE is recovering, and through sheer numbers, begin to get the upper hand again. Then the music hits..."Natural Born Killaz" and J.R. starts screaming "NO! NO! Not this guy...of all the damn sicko's that Paul Heyman could have dragged out...not this guy...not New Jack!" Jack comes out with his customary trash can full of weapons, tosses it into ring and knocks Rene Dupree out, then he proceeds to reach in and tee off on every WWE star he can find. There's a keyboard to the head for Edge, how about a golf club to the crotch on a fallen Heidenreich? A road sign to the gut, then the back of Shelton Benjamin, Jack picks up a tazer, and zaps the CLB Christian, then gets a fork, and stabs Ric Flair in the head, then Jack pulls out his trademark staple gun, and Staples Triple H in the head to finish. Then makes his Gangsta X sign, as the fans chant "ECW! ECW!"
As the show fades out on this image J.R. is screaming: "Oh my god! ECW! ECW is back! ECW is back! And may god, have mercy...on us all!"
Show ends.