Lock N Load, Toronto Canada

[Anthony Tarantino]

DATE: 11/15/09
DEADLINE: 11/14 MIDNIGHT

Live in TORONTO CANADA, XPW PRESENTS....

LOCK N LOAD!

A new champion will be crowned!

THE BEST PROMOS IN ROUND 1 WILL DECIDE WHO WINS ROUND 2

Round 1 Matches
Rufus and Michael Elle vs Jay Williams and Ken Nogeuira

Tiny and Matthew Storm vs Hardcore Tony and Daniel Cooper

Killswitch and Pitbull vs Timmons and Jordan Post

Jonny Violence and Kenua vs Botchtista and Randy Harris

Immune and Jesse Owusu vs DJ Jones and Masta Don

Nicky War and Enigma Violator vs Joey Francis and Hulk Hogan

Debut Match
Justin Siva vs Dominik King

XPW Women's Title Gauntlet
Kristina Kiss © vs Noel Scott vs Gabriel Michaels vs Tina Tatigleone vs Rose

Main Event
XPW CHAMPIONSHIP BATTLE ROYAL!

[Anthony Tarantino]

Card to be finalized tonight.

[Anthony Tarantino]

Promos are now open and the wrestlers were really chosen at random.

Let's get it going, yall!

[Tim Timmons]

Scene fades in to this big room where there is a long table that reaches from wall to wall with chairs all around it. The sound of seats dragging across the floor draws the attention of the camera man where as Tim is seen taking a seat at the far end of the table. For a brief moment there is nothing but complete silence, then almost instantly this spot lights shines on Tim and a voice is heard from the other end of the table where the camera zooms in revealing none other then DJ Jones.

DJ: Mr. Timmons we have come to a conclusion about our most recent offer and before we get down to business we want to know why exactly you want to join Full Metal Mayhem and what exactly do you bring to the table.

Dj Jones looks to wards Tim with a huge smirk upon his face DJ Jones who has his arm arms cross awaiting the response as he slowly sips on the finest whine.

TT: DJ Jones last week in our 4 way match I was to cocky, I let my ego get the best of me I ensured myself I had the match won but when you allow your ego to get the best of you then you might as well call it quits. My point being is DJ Jones I seen what you can do in that ring I know that with your experience of being a former Champion that you will rise to the top and with me and my past experience of being a champion I want too Allie myself with the best. DJ Jones I learned the hard way if you cant beat em, join em. Now as to what I can bring to the table DJ Jones if given the chance I can be your best friend or your worst nightmare I know how to get the job done and with my strength and charisma I know I can help bring Full Metal Mayhem to the top of the XPW,

Tim pauses.

TT: DJ Jones don't get me wrong you, Jesse and Jordan Post can get the job done just between yourselves but every powerful factions needs the muscle in the group and that is exactly what my duty is nothing more then the security of Full Metal Mayhem. However with that being said I will clear the air with you right now, for sometime Jordan Post and I have ad some problems but when you get down to it he is one hell of a talented superstar and a former champion as well in his own right there for Jordan Post has earned my respect and I can honestly say that I can put the past behind me and work side by side with each and everyone of you.

Tim stops talking once again and picks of the glass of whine that was out in front of him and slowly takes a drink where he awaits the response from DJ Jones.

DJ: Tim!,,, I will be honest with you at this point and now I am not sure if I can trust you as you team with Jordan Post to take on Pit bull and kill switch, However. Tim I believe in giving chances so this is your opportunity to show that you can be a team player so from what I have have scene and heard I have accepted you into Full Metal Mayhem but you are on probation.

DJ Jones gets up and makes his way over to wards Tim who is also standing and both men look at one another and after a brief moment of silence Tim extends his hand as does DJ Jones and both men lock hands.

DJ: Tim don't let me down.

TT: Don't worry boss I wont.

Tim turns around and stares at the door for a brief moment and then proceeds to exits the room as the camera man follows Tim who makes his way out into the parking lot and hops in his awaiting Ford Mustang.

Scene fades out::

:: Now or Never::

The sound of people talking and laughing is heard everyone seems to be enjoying there life as if they are acting like there is absolutely nothing that could possible go wrong. The wind is blowing the air is brisk and the sun shine is bright today seems to be a peaceful day but only if they knew what was lurking in the shadows. The camera man reaches the room and the red lights seem to be coming from the door that is slightly open as the camera man walks in he sees a figure sitting in a chair facing the window it is as if the World out side is unaware of what exactly is going on.

TT: No matter where I go or what I do I can not forget my past I seen things that the normal humans have nightmares about I witness things that would send the sane human being running in the opposite direction This other power will not let me go he knows my weaknesses and refuses me to speak to the World of what I have witness. For sometime I have sat back and allowed people to over look me and treat me as if I was an outcast, as if I didn't belong.

Tim starts to laugh and looks back at the ground and starts to laugh evilly where he starts twitching until he stops and slowly looks up into the camera.

TT: After my contest last week I went to the back expecting to pack my gear and go on with my life just like each and every normal day however that would not be the case as I found DJ Jones sitting in my locker room. A man who defeated me just minutes before sitting in my locker room felt rage build up inside of me but that changed when he gave me the explanation of why he was indeed in my locker room. Long story short the conversation quickly turned in the favor of Full Metal Mayhem and that is why I am here right now. Lock n Load is exactly right around the corner and I am teaming with my former Devils Mafia partner Jordan Post a man who has made a exceptional career here XPW. Jordan Post and I are taking on the team of Kill switch and Pit bull, two men who have no idea what they are about to get into.

Tim pauses he looks up into the air and takes a deep breath before looking back in to the camera.

TT: Pit bull and Kill switch you're about to step in the ring with a new and improved Tim Timmons a man who will not lay down for anyone and most importantly a man that will stand by his team and do whatever it takes to put them over the top of the mountain of XPW while I climb my way up the ranks.

Tim pauses as there is a knock at the door, Jordan post walks in and slowly walks over towards Tim and takes a seat in the chair on the other side of the table. Jordan gently taps his knuckles against the table and speaks up.

JP: So we meet again Tim last time it was one on one in the ring and now it is you and I teaming up for the first time in four months. Now I am going to come right out and say this because it is bugging me deep down inside and it is this, How can I trust you knowing your history of turning your backs on fellow team mates?... How will I know that you wont screw me over in this tag team contest I want answer before I even consider stepping in the ring with you let alone teaming with you.

Tim turns his head from the wall and looks at Jordan Post.

TT: Jordan Post I made mistakes in the past I thought I was the man to beat but in reality to be the man you got to beat the man and with that being said you got no worries my friend. Jordan we have history not only as rivals but as team mates we know each other better then our opponents this week do considering we have teamed up and destroyed everyone in got in our paths once before, this week and any week following will be no different. Full Metal Mayhem is my main priority from this point and on and if you can't trust me who exactly can you trust I am a team player I get the job done when it needs to be done and Jordan this week it is you and I will devour our opponents.

Jordan Post smirks, and then stands up from the table and slams his fists down on the table.

JP: Tim... That's good news to hear but has yet to be seen so with that being said I will be watching you closely in this tag team contest and if for any second I think that your going to pull a fast one over me I will take you out myself.

Jordan Post looks at Tim and heads to the door where he stops before exiting and looks back at Tim.

JP: Tim, Lets go out there and kick some ass and take our spot in the main event because you can count on one thing if and when Full Metal Mayhem all makes it in the ring at once in the main event we will rule and one of us Will walk out the new XPW World Champion.

Jordan Post exits the room as the camera zooms back in on Tim who also has a smirk upon his face.

TT: Pit bull who exactly are you what in the hell have you done to even earn a spot in this World Championship battle royal... No worries... I will answer that for you, you done shit all and the thing that gets to me is your more of a joke then Gravedigger and Hardcore Tony. Pit bull it is time to put the dog down and I am going to be the man who will end your dreams and you will be taken behind the barn and be taken out of your pain and suffering.

Tim stands up walks over to the window and looks outside before turning around and looking back in the camera.

TT: Kill switch I have nothing to say about you because the fact of the matter is nobody cares about whether or not you make it in the battle royal because you just cant get the job done. Kill switch and Pit bull when you step in the ring with Jordan Post, and myself, Full Metal Mayhem there will be pain and suffering and when the smoke clears and the dust settles it will be Jordan and I with our hands raised in the air. Pit bull and Kill Switch, United We Stand, Divided They Fall.

Tim starts to laugh and exits the locker room where the lights that were once on slowly dims out and the camera fades to black as the scene fades to the XPW logo.

[Joey Francis]

Immune and Jesse Owusu vs DJ Jones and Masta Don

*The scene opens with Masta Don talking to Joey Francis.*

Joey: Hey, look at me! You gotta focus! If you want to help me get the world title your gonna have to beat Immune and Jesse!

*Masta grunts.*

Joey: Don’t make noises at me...... Just do what you gotta do! Take out Owusu, let DJ take care of Immune. You guys will win round one, I’ll obviously win round one, then you can help me take out all my competition in the battle royal and I’ll become champ. Easy, right?

*Joey stares at Masta.*

Joey: I said easy, right?

Masta: Yea..... easy.

Joey: Good. Now what are you gonna do to Owusu?

Masta: I’m gonna kill him.

Joey: And Immune?

Masta: Kill em.

Joey: Exactly... just stay focused and we’ll get what we want! I’ll become champ and guess what, Masta!

Masta: What?

Joey: You will be good buddies with the world champ. That’s an honor! A huge damn honor! So lets focus, okay? You gotta eat your corn tonight, drink your milk and eat your vitamins. Here, I’ll get em ready for you before I leave.

*Joey walks to the cabinet and pulls out vitamins. He then walks to the freezer and pulls out a bag of corn. He then opens the fridge and takes out the milk.*

Joey: Okay? Vitamins, milk and corn. Make sure you eat it tonight, okay?

Masta: Uh-huh.

Joey: Good.... you’re a huge help Masta. Your taking me straight to the top! I’ll call you tomorrow.


*Joey exits the little room, and immediately Masta takes out hot dogs from the fridge.*

Masta: Hmmm, Hot dogs!

*The scene fades out.*

[Eric H.]

(We open up the scene with Pitbull trying to use his phone.*

Pitbull: Pick up....pick up.....pick up....

(Silence.)

Pitbull: PICK UP!

(Slience)

Pitbull: Jesus christ!

(Pitbull slams the phone down.)

Pitbull: So.... I’ve tried to call Killswitch numerous times over the past 24 hours but it’s been the same every time. There has been no answer and I don’t think I have a chance to win this week. If I cant even contact my “partner” then what the fuck am I supposed to do? I had to beat Vincenzo last week to get into this tournament and it’s gonna be all for damn nothing!

(Pitbull tries to calm down a bit.)

Pitbull: Okay, you know what? I’m calm.... im ready to go.... Im not gonna start flipping out because my so called partner’s not returning my calls.... Jordan Post is one of my opponents. What can I say about him? He’s a former XXX champion, albeit for a real short time, but he’s still held gold. Cant overlook someone like that, right?

(Pitbull shrugs.)

Pitbull: And Tim Timmons? The king of the run on sentence right? You never can tell what this guys talking about, because he never pauses. He really makes your head spin if you listen to him long enough. I’m just gonna calm down. Im gonna relax...... im gonna not worry about it...... We got it in the bag. Pitbull and Killswitch are moving on, baby!

(The scene closes out.)

[Hardcore Tony]

*The scene opens up with a shot Tony in a dark area with water around him. Nothing is heard minus the sound of light breathing.*

Tony: Lock N Load 2009. A big step... no a HUGE step.... No, a monumental step in the career of Hardcore Tony. I've been in numerous federations all over the world wrestling in deathmatch tournaments and strong style tournaments. While doing that, i've picked up hardcore titles in every promotion i've been in. XPW is my chance to be the best.

*Tony smiles.*

Tony: And I plan on being the best. I plan on taking out my two opponents in round one, then taking out the rest in the battle royal. Speaking of opponents, First off is Matthew Storm.

*Storm walks through the mud a bit. He then stops and smiles toward the camera.*

Tony: Matthew, i know we've never crossed paths, but im not very impressed with what i've seen from you. I dont think you can take a Hardcore Assault form Hardcore Tony. I'm gonna break, you buddy. And Tiny... former KOTC champ, but your gonna be broken and battered by the Hardcore One, Tony...

*The scene fades out.*

[Ken Nogueira]

The scene pans in to the busy streets of downtown Toronto there are plenty of people walking to and from the Air Canada Centre as cars are driving all around the Air Canada Centre and up back lanes. The camera pans back to the exterior of the Air Canada Centre and zooms in on the front doors to show a couple of employees about to open the door to go to work, there is a male employee wearing a business suit and carrying a briefcase standing beside a female employee in a nice dress carrying her purse on her arm. The male employee goes to open the door but before he can it opens itself as a large man walks out of the doorway. The man is wearing a leather jacket and has his hands in his pockets warming them up. The man looks up to peer down the street as the man’s identity is revealed to be XPW’s own Ken Nogueira at the sight of Ken the male employee’s facials change as a look of fear slowly spreads across his face. The woman however has a very different reaction as a look of longing spreads across hers. Both employees think they should introduce themselves as the woman walks forward first and extends her hand to Ken who takes it and they shake hands.

Woman Employee: Hello Mr. Nogueira my name is Jane

Male Employee: And my name is Curt

Ken smiles at being addressed with the proper respect…the proper respect he deserves in XPW yet gets so little of from his fellow superstars and vixens.

Ken Nogueira: Its about time I’ve been treated with respect, I can’t tell you how long its been since I’ve actually gotten respect from people and I’m not talking about just in XPW I’m talking about respect in general. I mean hell I barely get enough respect in XPW as it is and then to be disrespected by people I know, to be disrespected by the fans to and from towns we perform in…hell I’m even disrespected on the planes I get on…and not just by the other passengers oh no I’m talking from the staff themselves!

The employees listen to Ken for awhile the male employee looks at his watch.

Male Employee: I’m sorry Mr. Nogueira but we really have to get to work…we’re late as it is.

Ken Nogueira: Oh well that’s ok I guess I’ll see you guys later then…eh?

Ken smiles at the two as they smile back the two shake hands again with Ken before turning to walk into the building. When the two employees are in the building Ken is left on the street corner thinking. A thought quickly pops into Ken’s head as he rolls up the sleeve of his suit and checks his brand new Rolex watch.

Ken Nogueira: Oh crap…I’ve only got about 10 minutes left until I have to meet him at the restaurant, I guess I better get going then.

Ken looks down the street and sets off going left away from the Air Canada Centre, Ken passes a few fans who flip him off or stick their tongues out at him some even glare at him but Ken just ignores it and walks on. Ken checks his watch again and it shows he only has about 2 minutes left to get the table and meet his friend there. Ken turns down a street and sees his destination. Ken smiles again showing his pearly whites as he begins to speed up his pace walking to the restaurant, he pauses and looks up at the big neon red sign reading: The Keg Steakhouse And Bar. Ken walks inside and is immediately greeted by a shapely blonde hostess who smiles at Ken as he walks up to the desk.

Hostess: Hello sir what can I do for you today?

Ken Nogueira: Uh table for two please

Hostess: Sure thing sir right this way please.

The hostess quickly grabs two menus and walks off wending her way through tables as Ken follows, heads turn as the people eating notice the new arrival. The hostess finally finds a table and places the menus down on the table as Ken sits down in a chair.

Hostess: Ok your server today will be Holly and I hope everything goes good sir.

The hostess walks off leaving Ken alone, Ken opens up his menu and begins to think about what he’s gonna order when out of the corner of his eye he sees a man with long blonde hair walking towards him. Ken stands up and smiles again at the arrival of one of his childhood friends back from his time in Toronto. The two shake hands and sit down awaiting service. A few minutes pass before the waitress, another shapely woman with red hair this time walks up to the table causing both men to stop and quickly check her out.

Holly: Hello my name is Holly and I’ll be your server for this afternoon, can I get you anything from the bar?

Ken Nogueira: Two Millers please…that’s Miller Genuine Draft or MGD in case you didn’t know.

Holly: Yes sir and do you think your ready to order your meals now?

Ken Nogueira: I don’t know about my friend here but I am…I’m going to get the steak medium rare with mashed potatoes please.

Holly takes down the order before turning to the blonde haired man sitting across from Ken.

Holly: Ok sir that sounds great…and for you sir?

Man: Um…I’ll get the same thing as Ken except my steak well done please.

Holly: Excellent I’ll be right back with your beers.

Holly writes down the man’s order before leaving the table. When she’s gone Ken and the man turn back to each other and begin to talk again.

Ken Nogueira: So Justin…its been a long time bro you still dating that Alyssa chick?

Justin Siva: Dating her no…married to her yes, but whats up with you bro? Last I heard you supposedly murdered your sister and your ex girlfriend.

Ken begins wringing his hands together for awhile contemplating the answer all the while not taking his gaze off of Justin Siva.

Ken Nogueira: Well before I get onto that I’m really happy for you bro…at least one of us was able to tie the knot eh? Well actually bro yeah I did and I’m actually not proud of it but come on you know me…I’ve always been a violent man and besides Jessica was a lesbian and you know what I think about lesbians

Justin smiles and winks at Ken him and Ken have had plenty of talks about lesbians over the years.

Justin Siva: Yeah you find it hot

Ken Nogueira: Well yeah I do but not when its my own sister…I mean if its my sister which it was that just made me think of lesbians in a whole different way, and then you had my ex that slut Barbara who said she loved me and stuff, and I know I fucked other women but she was fine with it and it aint cheating if the woman says its ok! Now her with Jessica was the LAST thing I wanted to happen because until Jessica began having those lesbian fantasies about Noel Scott she was always a good woman…but Noel changed her I mean our family even turned on her and silly me I stuck with her but in the end bro I knew it wasn’t going to work out she didn’t want me there no more so I did what I had to do.

Justin Siva: Wow bro…well thanks for being happy for Alyssa and me and I love her man we’ll be together until the day we die. But enough about that bro we both have matches at the upcoming Pay Per View Lock N Load. I’m going to make my XPW debut against Dominik King and you well your in the Lock N Load tournament to determine a new XPW World Heavyweight champion.

Holly comes back with the beers as the places them down on the table before the men, she then walks back to the kitchen and comes back over to the table with the food which she places on the table in front of the men and smiles at them.

Holly: Well I hope you enjoy the food and if there’s anything else you might need don’t hesitate to ask. Ok bye guys

Holly leaves as the two men begin to eat their steaks, they both take a big bite out of their steak and chew it abit before washing it down with some MGD.

Ken Nogueira: Yup that’s right bro I am in the Lock N Load tournament and the first round is a bunch of tag team matches of course the pairings were chosen at random. Boy was I ever shocked when I checked out the finished card and saw that my partner in the first round was my good friend “The Professor Of Pain” Jay Williams. I normally don’t say this much but I’ve admired him ever since I came into XPW all those months ago he was one of the guys I watched and I wanted to tag with him. Jay Williams like myself also has a undeniable thirst for gold, an undeniable thirst to be the best. With Jay all you have to do is look him right in the eyes and you see his drive to be the best at what he does…his drive to be the world heavyweight champion. Like me Jay is willing to leave a pile of broken bodies in his way if it means he ultimately reaches his goal. Now that’s probably why Jay and I worked so well as a team even if Lethal Injection was only a brief thing it didn’t matter because at that point we weren’t exactly close anyways however we had the same ambition, the same drive to succeed so it worked out well and we got along. Sadly though I took a brief break from XPW because a member of my family had fallen ill and Jay thought I ditched him so he left XPW and our team never got the superstardom we believed it would when we formed the team. But that’s the past it’s the present day now and I have to admit its good to have Jay Williams back except…I’m not too happy with him for turning on XPW and teaming up with those punks “The King Of Chaos” Immune and “The Anarchist” Johnny Violence.

Justin Siva: Yeah I’ve heard about those guys from some of the other wrestlers in the back. Violence just has this attitude about him it makes him instantly hated around the locker-room kind of like we were when we were rookies eh?

Ken Nogueira: Ha-ha yeah it does bro now that team like so many in XPW these days...just came out of nowhere and Jay told me about if shortly after he came back hell he even tried to get me into it, Immune however said no because he was sure Violence and I wouldn’t get along and he was right, however I don’t think of Immune or Jay any differently because I have so much respect for them, I think I have more respect for Jay because not only have I faced him and he gave me his all but I’ve also teamed with him and he showed the fans, myself and most importantly XPW management what he has to offer. Now that’s enough reminiscing about the good times its time to move on and get ready for this tournament. I’ve been training and working out hard…pushing myself ever since I heard I was selected to be a member in the Lock N Load tournament. I’ve always been looked down upon in XPW until know even the people I’ve beaten still doubt I have what it takes to be a main player here in XPW! Well that’s fine because at Lock N Load in the Air Canada Centre I’m going to prove them all wrong!!

Justin Siva: That’s great bro and while your proving the world wrong I’ll be winning my debut match against Dominik! Then who knows maybe we can get the band back together?

A smile breaks across Ken’s face at these words as Ken looks at Justin who is likewise smiling. The two laugh about it for a few minutes causing people to look around and then all is silent again.

Ken Nogueira: Well bro that’s a good idea but as of now I’m going solo…and I’m already in talks with a possible partner who if management is fine with will tag with me soon enough. Maybe somewhere down the road we can get the band back together though…now my opponents in that tag team match are actually abit of a joke, the match is Lethal Injection facing Rufus and Michael Elle.

The two men laugh more at these two names before taking a sip of MGD and pushing their finished plates away. The two then finish their bottles of MGD as Holly comes back to the table.

Holly: Was everything all right?

Ken Nogueira: Oh yeah it was good…but can you bring us two more bottles of MGD please?

Holly: Sure thing sir I’ll be right back with your MGD!

Holly picks up the plates and takes them to the kitchen before walking back out to the bar where she gets two bottles of MGD from the bartender and brings the bottles to the table. Ken and Justin take the bottles from Holly as she leaves again.

Ken Nogueira: So as I was saying bro on the opposing team Rufus is the only half of that team that actually shocked me. He’s a hobo he lives on the streets…yet he is our current King Of The Cage Champion…I wonder where he got trained how to wrestle, I mean if he lives on the streets in a cardboard box he aint gonna be able to pay for training now is he? Rufus has actually surprised me and as we both know that’s not easy to do, he’s got a little thing I like to call talent. I can’t believe I’m saying that about a guy like Rufus though because you know what all those homeless people do eh?

Justin Siva: Nope what do they do bro?

Ken Nogueira: Well they do things like washing car windows and stuff and hell some will even beg for money which some people will even give them…stupid people too because they use that money and buy drugs and alcohol with it. They take advantage of the people feeling sorry for them and use the hard earned money those people give them just to fuck up their lives even more and the worst part about it is that everyone else will even try to help the homeless and they don’t even care they don’t give a shit they could be out there doing good things and being normal people but no they live like bums eating out of trash cans and garbage bins, hell some of them even SLEEP in the garbage bins. The hygiene those guys have ugh don’t even get me started most of them have flies swarming them their teeth and nails are rotting their hair is unkempt, their facial hair is tangled and obscuring their vision and the worst part is the constant smell of BO!! Anyways Rufus has been given money from people to buy himself some clothes and turn his life around but he hasn’t oh no instead he joins XPW and gets paid well to step into the ring and wrestle for the fans. Yet he doesn’t even treat himself to the rewards he gets for being in such a profession! Most people dream to one day get into the wrestling industry and let alone such a mainstream promotion as XPW and when they do they keep their mouth shut and their eyes and ears open to learn the secrets of the trade from the grizzled war tested vets. Rufus on the other hand just comes into XPW thinking he’s ready for superstardom and disrespects his fellow superstars and the business in general!! I mean when I was younger and I began training my trainers told me to keep my mouth shut and my eyes and ears open so I did…and look where that got me

Justin Siva: I hear you bro my trainer Rob Stardom told me the exact same thing man and I followed it…and now I’m here in XPW and its only a matter of time until I’m holding gold around my waist!

Both Ken and Justin break out into smiles, Ken’s a more cocky smile Justin’s a confident smile. The two then look back at each other again savouring all the moments they’ve had in the ring together, all the gold they’ve won as a team.

Ken Nogueira: Now that Rufus has been laid to rest next we have Michael Elle.

Justin Siva: Aint that guy the worst wrestler in XPW?! I mean I’ve seen some of his matches and…damn he sucks!!

Ken Nogueira: Hey man Elle gets that a lot bro come on Michael Elle is one of the best superstars here in XPW and he’s got a great chance of winning this tourney and proving to XPW he can hang with the big boys…

Ken pauses and tries to look serious to no avail as the two burst out into more laughter and just like before more heads turn to look at them. Ken wipes a tear from his eye before he looks at Justin Siva with a serious look on his face.

Ken Nogueira: I’m sorry I thought I’d be able to say that with a straight face but now that we’ve had our fun onto Michael Elle well first I just have to ask…what kind of name is Michael Elle?! In all seriousness I don’t see Michael as a threat at all and I know I’ve underestimated people but with a guy like Michael Elle I mean in the back there is a big sheet of paper with every current superstar and vixens records and Michael Elle has yet to win a match…I mean his record is zero wins, four losses and a draw how in the hell is that a record to be proud of?! When Elle came here into XPW he was talking shit hyping himself up and I warned him NOT to do that because as we both know neither of us are rookies we’ve been all around the world and we’ve seen it all. I can’t count the number of times I’ve seen rookies do what Michael Elle tried to do: talk themselves up to get management, the boys in the back and the fans to keep an eye on them and when we ARE all watching them they stink up the fuckin joint which means we have to work harder to keep the fans into the action! In the end it was just the same with Elle he talked himself up and when it came time for him to put up or shut up he couldn’t back up what he said. Now I’ve seen this a lot I mean we currently have tons of people here in XPW that do that…some of those people are actually in this tournament and I can name some of them right now Jordan Post, Kenua, Nicky War, Matthew Storm and Joey Francis…just to name a few they’ve all talked themselves up and made us pay attention to them, and when it came time for them to show what they had they just went out there and stunk the joint up. To them it might have been nothing but to us veterans that have honed our craft and left our blood sweat and tears in that ring doing what we do best…actually wrestling and giving the fans a show so they want to come back and see us do it again it was a slap in the face. After the shows when the boys went out to drink at the bars we’d take the rookies aside and tell them about what they did right and wrong and what to improve on next time. If they didn’t do it in the next match then we’d put them through punishment so severe sooner or later they’d learn their lesson and actually put on a show for these fans! Now bro as you know I used to and still do consider myself a leader among the boys and if I get word of any of the rookies disrespecting the vets or any fights between my fellow wrestlers I take it upon myself to intervene and teach the rookie some respect or in the case of the wrestlers fighting break it up. I’ve had to discipline rookies from time to time and teach them to respect the veterans like us…and more often than not I’ve had complaints from the other vets telling me how they disrespected them to their faces and behind their backs and what did I do? I beat the fuckin respect into them! Now Michael I hope your listening because your losing streak has gone on far enough I don’t care what I have to do as long as it shuts you up and you begin to wrestle with some confidence because a few of the boys have come up to me and told me about your constant bitching, your constant whining your constant belly aching your constant complaining and you know what kid? WE’RE FUCKIN SICK OF IT!!! You came into XPW talking shit hyping yourself up and you failed to prove to us you actually have even a shred of talent in you every time you get into this ring so instead of using the experience to try and better yourself what do you do? You whine like a little bitch to fans to the boys in the back and the worst thing a wrestler could ever do…whine to management! Kid if I wanted to hear bitching like yours I would’ve went back to my ex wife and she annoyed the fuck out of me…hey you know what I’ll give you her number maybe the two of you will hit it off since you both love to whine and bitch about every little fucking thing!

Justin Siva: Yo bro…you never told me you were married I’m sure a guy like YOU would’ve avoided tying the knot his whole life ha-ha.

Ken Nogueira: Ha-ha I know bro so did I and let me tell you was that ever a mistake! I mean I met her in high school and at first she hated me but then we became friends then after that we became much more than friends and began going out…we were in love so we got married and at first the marriage was good. But then she was complaining about everything I mean I couldn’t even listen to my music…you know how I like to listen to my music nice and loud she’d whine telling me to turn it down because she was busy…yeah busy laying on her ass more like! Hell even the sex was horrible…it was me doing all the work so in the end I got fed up and divorced her! Now she sounds like Elle’s kind of woman because both of them are like little kids they always need constant attention and love they think the world revolves around them and it doesn’t! Sooner or later they’ll learn that the world can be a very cruel place depending on who you piss off.

Justin Siva: Yo bro we should get going to the gym man, we’ve got to train more and build more muscle mass for us to be taken seriously.

Ken Nogueira: I agree bro but first I just want to remind Michael Elle and Rufus of one thing. These pairings were chosen at random and while its true that some random pairings have done so well management liked what they saw and teamed them up permanently and those teams have gone on to achieve greatness but boys…to achieve greatness you have to get PAST greatness first because the two of your are rookies that have nothing to offer this business…and that’s not me being cocky that’s a FACT…that’s what we call the cold hard truth boys and your opponents Lethal Injection Jay Williams and myself well we have something all teams need, something that makes them click, something that makes them achieve greatness: chemistry. We’ve only tagged together a short time but I’m pretty sure we had it since day one because when one of us was in the ring working over our opponent the other knew what was coming next and was ready when the time came to double team an opponent. Now that you’ve gotten your little history lesson about Lethal Injection guys…I’m gonna do something I don’t do that often and that’s wish you luck, because boys…your going to need it!! Now when Lethal Injection moves on into the battle royal and we will it won’t matter who’s in it because either Jay or myself will be walking out of the match with the win…and the belt around our waist and that’s the truth…the whole truth and nothing but the truth! Oh and boys don’t worry because the fans, the boys in the back, management, XPW in general, the world and the universe itself will…GET A LOOK AT GREATNESS!!!

Justin Siva slowly turns towards the camera as a smile spreads across his face. Ken just sips from his MGD watching him intently. A fire is seen inside both men's eyes as Siva opens his mouth to speak

Justin Siva: There you go bro…I can’t wait for Lock N Load to happen because your walking out of Lock N Load with that world heavyweight title strapped around your waist and I’m walking out with my first win…so shall it be written so shall it be done…THE MESSIAH HAS SPOKEN!!!

Ken and Justin look at each other before they grab their beers and drain the rest of the bottles before standing up. They walk up to the front where they find Holly talking to the hostess, Ken clears his throat as the two look around and smile at Ken. The hostess is staring at Ken with a look of longing on her face. After awhile Ken notices and winks at her, Holly is also looking at Ken.

Holly: Was everything to your liking?

Hostess: Hey I’m supposed to ask that!

Ken Nogueira: Girls there’s no need to fight over me...unless you wanna and if you do don’t let me stop you…ha-ha but anyways yes everything was to our liking and we’re ready to leave now so all we have to do is pay…and we’ll be on our way.

Hostess: Well alright let me just enter the info in the computer first and then we’ll see how much you have to pay.

Some clacking is heard as the hostess enters the info into the computer and looks up at Ken to let him know the payments ready. Ken hands over the money and waits for his change.

Hostess: And here’s your change sir.

The hostess hands Ken his change as he pockets it and smiles at her.

Ken Nogueira: Thank you….oh and before we go I hope this will make you remember me.

Ken smiles before he walks around the desk and slaps Holly and the hostess on the ass before turning and walking out, he looks back in the window to see the two of them looking at him biting their lips. A snort is heard from beside Ken as he turns to look at Justin Siva who is smiling at him.

Ken Nogueira: What bro?

Justin Siva: You just couldn't help showing off could you bro?

Ken Nogueira: Oh come on bro all these years we've known eachother and that STILL surprises you? If I remember correctly I wasn't the only showoff though bro.

Justin Siva: ...Touche

The scene fades out showing Ken and Justin Siva laughing as they walk into the hotel to pick up their gym bags.

[Omega]

The scene opens with DJ Jones sitting alone on a park bench. His black leather jacket open, a slight chill in the air. His grey sweatshirt gives him a little bit more protection from the elements. But DJ isn't meeting with anyone here today. No he is reflecting on the past couple of weeks and the upcoming Sunday of Lock N Load. All of his past opponents rush through his head. Timmons, Hardcore Tony, Botchtista, Ken Noguiera, Jesse Owusu, Randy Harris. All his opponents since he joined XPW a few short months ago.

DJ: Lock N Load. The greatest Pay Per View to date. Even bigger and better than Max X. Well maybe not bigger than Max X. At Max X we saw a Terror Dome match involving the former World Champion Kenua, The Enigma Violator, and the retired Pyscho Jester. Now that match is going to go down as one of the greatest and most barbaric matches in XPW history. No one can deny that. Not even Ant. But the aftermath of Max X is what has Lock N Load a buzz both online and in the news. No World Champion in XPW. Psycho Jester went and retired. But I don't blame him. He did what he wanted. Won the World Title for a second time. Just like Venom. Two of the greatest wrestlers this company has ever had. Both are going to the Hall of Fame. Those two set a standard that everyone wants to reach. Everyone wants to be World Champion. But those two can say they were World Champion twice. Thats is waht greatness is. Being able to say you did something that no one else can say or maybe on person.

DJ exhales deeply, his breath becomes visible in the air.

DJ: I never got to know Psycho Jester very well. I hear he is as crazy outside the ring as he was inside, but he never shyed away from people who needed his help. Kind of like Venom with revolution. The legend teaching younger guys how to be successful. I mean, I'm not saying Nicky and Matthew needed Venom's help, but it never hurts to receive help. Hell I bet Venom is training those boys to be there best. But I hate to burst your bubble Venom, your boys ain't going to win the Battle Royal at Lock N Load. It's going to be me. DJ Jones. The next XPW World Champion. Now I know everyone is thinking I am thinking outside the box. But I'm not. You see I know Full Metal is invovled in the Battle Royal. Every member. But we all know that this Battle Royal is business. We know that if we face one another in the ring it is business. No one is going to get upset that the other won. Full Metal has formed in XPW for one reason...dominance! We want to dominate the XPW and show these people who think their shit don't stink, we want to show them that their shit does stink. Jesse and Jordan have been busting their asses off to get the oppurtunity to be World Champion. Me, I have had to fight personal demons and overcome some large obstacles. But all in the same we have been working for the shot to see a member of Full Metal become World Champion. All the training we have done together and on our own is finally going to pay off. All of our sacrifices will be paid off after Lock N Load. Full Metal is going into Lock N Load with just the Continental Championship, but we as a team are walking out in possession of the World Championship. No matter who holds it. So I guess those words just put the whole XPW locker room on notice.

DJ laughs at the slight remark.

DJ: I guess I talk too much on the plans I would like to see come for Full Metal. I mean think about. Every member has proven that they deserve to be World Champion. Unfortunately we can't all be the champ at one time. I mean Jesse is the current Continental Champion. Right now he is holding the title longer than I did. Jordan. Jordan is a former XXX Champion. He won that title from Omen, who holds the record for holding the XXX Championship an amazing three times, at Afterburn. The month before that he faced Omen and Plague in a hell of a match in which Omen dethroned Plague. Light bulbs. Barbed Wire. Shit was brutal and bloody. But they don't call it Hardcorepalooza for nothing. But I admire Jordan for his tenacity. His determination to become better. Anyone who puts his own body through that much pain and shortens his life that much gets my applause. But like I said earlier, this is business Jordan. I will be the World Champion. Not you or Jesse, no matter how close we are as friends, is going to stop me from achieving that goal. Now I know there is going to be silent moments and awkward moments whenever we are around each other after you hear this, but remember Jordan and Jesse this is business. I wouldn't expect anything less of you trying to kill me to get the World Championship. Because guys, that's about as far as I am going to push our friendship at Lock N Load. I'm going to push your weaknesses and our strengths as a faction to the limits. I might double team Jesse with Jordan or vice versa, but than turn and sucker punch whoever I am helping. That's the nature of the beast, the beast being any kind of battle royal or rumble match. People can walk in allies and friends and walk out bitter enemies at each others throats. I honestly do not want that to happen. I see you two as brothers. But if that time comes when Full Metal ends, it was a fun ride while it lasted. I am proud to be standing next to two of the hardest working men in this industry.Now Jesse, you hold the Continental Championship. You beat me and Randy Harris for that title. You dethroned me. But I ain't holding a grudge against you Jess. Like I stated already, this is a business. You did what you had to do and you won. If anyone was to defeat me Jesse, I would have wanted it to be you. You will bring a little bling as the Continental Champion and bring some prestige to it. Me, I in a way tarnished the reputation of the Continental Championship. I didn't give a fuck about it. When I won that title, I was exstatic. But after losing to Kenua the following Monday I lost interest in the business and respect for the title. I lost respect for myself. But when you won Jesse, you showed me what can happen again with a positive attitude. I haven't felt that motivated since Sam was alive.

The mention of DJ's deceased wife makes him choke back some tears for a moment. DJ slowly lifts his hand and wipes away the few tears that have trickled down his cheek.

DJ: Sam always said I would be World Champion one day. Now I got the oppurtunity to be that. To realize her dream. It hurts that she isn't here in person to see it happen. But I know she's looking down on me wherever she is. And with her memory, I add fuel to my fire. No limits. No holds barred. Put the pedal to the metal and come out swinging. Fuck anyone and everyone that gets in my way. So I say this to end my words on Jesse and Jordan. Friends or not after Lock N Load, I will be World Champion.

DJ looks up in the sky and smiles. He gets up off the park bench and walks towards a parking lot.

DJ: Now also involved in this match is a man who is dangerous. So dangerous he is the reigning Tournament of Chaos Champion. That man is Immune. Now I know I have yet to face you Immune, but I hear you used to be one of the top dogs in this company before being sniped and had a piece of shit dirtbag put you on the shelf with a spinal injury. Now Immune I know you probably have some unresolved anger and resentment towards Ken, so I am not going to bother you if and when you exact your revenge. Hell if I was in your shoes man, I would do the same thing. Getting taken out by some punk, who also went on and bragged about it, ,man I would staple his picture to my mirror every morning and let the anger fester and boil up inside. Than when I saw him in the ring I would let it all out. Explode like a stick of dynamite and destroy him. But Immune remember this, there are other men in the match who have placed a bulls eye on you. And I am not gonna lie, I am one of those men. You see Immune, like I said earlier your the reigning Tournament of Chaos Champion. A brutal tournament designed to inflict and nearly kill any and possibly all members involved. You walked out the last man standing. And just like I said with Jordan earlier, I applaud you for that. I respect you for that. But Immune, be prepared to go the distance again. I know you can. Hell I know your willing too. That is why you are one of three men I would love....LOVE... to eliminate from this battle royal. So Immune do not take it personally when that happens. Also so do not take me as cocky or arrogant. I'm not Hardcore Tony or Ken Noguiera. I bring a threat to this battle royal. If memory serves me correct also, I "stole" your number one contendership for the Continental Championship. Well for that I thank you. But in a respectful way. I mean if you weren't gone I wouldn't have had the shot at the Continental Championship. But what if you weren't injured? What if you beat Jay Williams for the title? I would have faced you at Max X. That would have been a better test than having Jay try to sneek out with the title or Randy Harris trying to smell me to death with his body odor. It wouldn't have been a match that needed to be restarted to have a winner. That match would never had even taken place. But it did. That match that involved Jay Williams trying to shun away with the title, the one where Randy nearly burned all my nose hairs with his body odor, the one that was restarted, that actually happened. But in a management position, Torch did the right thing. Why should a person be a champion if they don't want to defend the title? Why let some weak and pathetic person try to find the easy way out with his or her title?

DJ jumps up onto the rock wall going adjacent to the sidewalk.

DJ: Questions Immune. Everyone has questions. But who has the answers? Does the God you believe in have the answers Immune? No. The only person who has the answers is yourself. I have the answers to my questions. You have the answers to your own questions. So the answers aren't out there to find, they are there for us to show everyone. The question that burns in everyone's mind though is this Immune, who is going to be the top dog and win the World Championship? Well my answer says it's me. Now I know you don't know much about me Immune, but I am as tough as any wrestler in this battle royal. Tougher than most actually. You see when I started wrestling, I wrestled for a federation called EWC. In this company I had gone through hell. I was involved in matches that nearly killed the people involved. Hell I was cut open all over my back by a weedwhacker! But I got even with that guy. In the following year's Rumble, I cut HIM open with a weedwhacker. The point I am trying to make Immune is I always get payback. I make my balance with inflicting the same amount of damage on the person who inflicted it on me. Now does that mean I am going to severely hurt you Immune? No. But accidents happen in this business on a daily basis. I mean if you walk out of Lock N Load with just some slight spinal discomfort, I'll be surprised. But Immune how does it feel? Hmmm. I mean I have never had spinal damage as severe as yours, but I did have my back sliced opened. I had salt, literally, poured into my open bleeding wounds. So as far as prior injuries Immune, I can relate to a degree with you. I can relate on how much harder it is to wrestle with an injury and the harder it is to wrestle after having several injuries. But I know, hell I'm not even going to ask, but I know your going to push through the pain. Push through that weakness. Push yourself to the limits like you did in the Tournament of Chaos. But I am going to, and I hate to do so, break that frailty of reality and eliminate you from the battle royal. I will be responsible for eliminating you Immune. Digest that little bit of information. Hope it settles well with you.

DJ reaches the parking lot of the park. He walks over to a black Ford F-150 2009 model. He opens the driver's door and gets inside. He slams the door quickly and reaches over to the CD player. He pops out the Full Blown Chaos CD and pops in Anthrax. The begin guitar riffs and drum beats begin as 'What Doesn't Die' begans to erupt from the speakers.

DJ: Now I know there are a few top level guys in this tournament. But there are also some lower card filth that call themselves wrestlers. Actually I am thinking of three men in general. Pitbull, Michael Elle, and "Toothless" Tony. These three men think that they are going to be the next World Champion. Probably boast about all the titles they won in past federations. But look here kids, this is the big time. It don't get much bigger than winning the World Title. Maybe being inducting in the Hall of Fame is bigger than this. So any thoughts of saying anything about winning this battle royal, don't. Do everyone in the XPW locker room and the fans at home a favor. Keep your mouths shut. Please do not waste the oxygen or our time with pathetic words that will be falling on deaf ears. You three will be in and out of this battle royal so quick, it will make Michael Johnson look slow. You know, I can waste a few seconds saying something about these three individuals.

The camera pans around the front of the truck as DJ turns the key in the ignition inside. The engine roars to life. The cameraman opens the door and sits in the passengers seat. The camera focuses in on DJ Jones after the cameraman buckles his safety belt.

DJ: You buckled?

The camera shakes up and down in a positive reaction to the question.

DJ: Sorry. Force of habit. I got my god-daughter sometimes and I make sure she buckles up, than she makes sure I buckle up. It's cute.

DJ chuckles to himself.

DJ: Now where was I? Oh yeah. The three jobbers in this battle royal. Well first I'll start with Pitbull. Man I heard and remember you tore up XPW for a little bit when you debuted. Than something happened and you lost the edge. Good. It proved to everyone that you can't handle the pressure of competing in the spotlight here in XPW. Now I know your probably going to spout off and try to act all tough. Please again, do not waste your time or energy. Your going to need all that energy to pick your face up off the floor after your eliminated in the battle royal. Your going to fly over the rope and land like a SPLAT! Just like Rob Van Dam did to Jerry Lynn in the late 90's version of ECW. Now that I think back on wrestler's I watched growing up, Pitbull you remind me of Amish Roadkill. Funny to look at. Never made much sense when he talked. And always on the losing end of the stick. So Pitbull before you get any thought process going on what to say, look at the situation and remember that your out numbered, outclassed and pretty much out matched.

DJ turns out of the parking lot and drives down the road. The camera pans to outside the front windshileld. Verious white buildings and small corner shops pass by. People walk the streets. A junkie is sitting on some steps outside an apartment complex. DJ turns the turning signal to the left. The black Ford F-150 turns down a road. The run down city view turns into a decent looking neighborhood. DJ pulls the truck over and turns the ignition off. DJ and the cameraman hop out of the truck.

DJ: Now Hardocre Tony, your a little bit of a nusance. Last Grudge before this pay per view I faced you, Tim Timmons, and Ken Noguiera in a fatal four way match. I wooped your ass from pillar to post when I had my hands on you. I beat you like the little punk you are. And now, if my knowledge is correct, I hit you so hard that you have a speech impediment now? Damn son. But I'm not sorry for that. See like I always say, this is business. Tony you got in my business and you payed for it. So don't go around saying that I got lucky in beating you. Trust me. I'll show you again in the battle royal how talented I am. Now I mentioned Pitbull before you. To me you are both the same. Useless and funny to watch wrestle. As a matter of fact Tony, your the Danny Doring of the two if Pitbull is the Amish Roadkill. You try to be flashy and talk like you know what your talking about, but in all honesty your just in the closet afraid to come out. You also have no ounce of decent working brain matter left in your skull after that ass wooping you received in the fatal four way. I think you need to rethink something Tony. Rethink if standing in the unemployement line is easier than getting your ass wooped night in and night out?

DJ pulls out a pack of cigarettes. He pops one out the top and puts it between his lips. As he puts the pack of cigarettes away, he pulls out his lighter from the other pocket. With a click, the lighter sprouts a yellow flame. The end of the cigarette goes from brown to red in an instant as the flame kisses the tobacco. DJ inhales deeply, the cherry growing bright red, and exhales through his nose with the cigarette still in his mouth. He removes the cigarette and holds it between his two fingers.

DJ: Now I also mentioned Michael Elle. The Brooklyn Brawler of the XPW. The only thing you have done notably in XPW Mike is faced Southern Mix and Jesse a little bit ago. And if memory serves correct, you lost a lot of those matches. Now I don't know if you had some bad nights or you were sick, but you got your ass handed to you by Jesse and Southern Mix. What's up with that? You see the way I see your stature in XPW is like this Mike, your the guy they give to the rookies who wanna get their feet wet in XPW. And they win Mike. They beat you. But hey I might be wrong. I'm usually not wrong, but there is always the chance. Eh what am I going to do? Nothing. Exactly nothing Mike. You know why? Because I fear you like I fear getting a cold. I don't! As a matter of fact Mike, you are a cold. Your here for a brief minute, annoy the hell out people and than leave. You come back, repeat the same shit, than leave again. You keep doing this over and over Mike. Why waste everyone's time with your pathetic and childish antics? Grow up son. Your sitting at the big boys table now. You wanna prove something to people, win some decent matches against people with some credit here in XPW. If not, go home and hide under your bed like a scared little kid.

DJ puts the cigarette back in his mouth and inhales deeply again. As he exhales, he rubs his chin and ponders.

DJ: I have wasted maybe a whole twenty minutes talking about the three most sorry individuals involved in this battle royal. Michael Elle, Hardcore T-T-T-Tony, and Pitbull. So as I close my lips and stop wasting my breath, Pitbull I am the SPCA for you. And I will put you to sleep like they do to stray dogs. Michael Elle, I am your mortician. I am going to make you look good for a few second performance, and than bury you. And Hardcore Tony, I am your dentist. I am going to hit you so hard again, it's going to feel like you got injected with novacaine.

DJ throws his cigarette down on the ground and squashes the cherry with his boot. Suddenly DJ's pants pocket begins to vibrate, the humming becomes louder with every passing second. DJ pulls out his phone and flips it open.

DJ: Hello?

Voice: DJ it's me.

DJ: Hey JP, whats kickin?

JP Voice: Ant changed the Lock N Load card man. Everyone is placed in tag team matches to qualify for the battle royal. Winners stay and the losers go home.

DJ: WHAT?

JP Voice: Yeah. It's a series of tag matches now. Your pitted with Masta Don and your against Immune.....

DJ: And who Jordan?

JP Voice: I don't wanna say.

DJ: JORDAN WHO THE FUCK IS IMMUNE'S PARTNER? Is it you?

JP Voice: No.

DJ: Than who?

There is silence for a moment. Than the sound of Jordan taking a deep breath is heard.

JP Voice: Jesse.

DJ: WHAT? What the fuck do you mean Jesse? Jesse from Full Metal?

JP Voice: Yeah.

DJ: Fuck. Alright man. Thanks.

JP Voice: No problem. Later.

DJ: Later.

DJ hangs up his cell phone and puts it back in his jeans pocket.

DJ: Ant changed the fucking battle royal. He made it into tag team matches to QUALIFY for the battle royal. Damn it. And to make matters worse, I got Masta Don as my partner. I know your probably wondering what? Well Ant decided to do a raffle and pick teams at random, at least that's what I can fathom. Than he pitted the randomly picked people, placed them in tag team matches, and the winners go into the battle royal. But not only do I have to have Masta Don as my partner, I gotta go against Immune and Jesse. Full Metal Jesse. What the hell does Ant thinks he's doing? It seems like he is trying to pick Full Metal apart. Good luck. Full Metal is so cohesive, we make rhino glue look silly. So go ahead Ant, pit me and Jesse against each other. See what happens. I know him. He and I and Immune are gonna tear the roof off the damn place. And any bodies left in the wake are your own damn fault. But I'll get to Immune and Jesse and Ant later. Back to what I was originally saying. Well hell I'll say something about the Tag Team Champions, Masta Don and Joey Francis. First, Masta Don, your my partner in this deboggle of a pay per view. So I am only telling you once....ONCE! Do not and I repeat DO NOT mess this up. You better come in that ring on Sunday fired up and ready to kick some ass. Because if you slow my pace down one bit, your God better help you. If I lose Masta Don, after the match I am going to take you and your goomba boyfriend, take you out back, and murder you like one of the street kids from Brooklyn who don't pay their debts. Cuz the way I see Masta Don, your ass just wrote a BIG check and you better cash it. Like I said, if not, you better run back to whatever place you call home, call the police and a preacher, and pray I don't find you. Cuz if I do, your gonna get whacked like the Irish and the Italians do to each other when a mob war comes a calling. Now, your partner is probably watching this and thinking, who do I think I am? Joey listen carefully. I am an Irish born American who will kick your teeth so far down your throat, it will make the matches you had with Ant look like G rated cartoon movies for kids. I don't like your attitude. I don't like you as a talent. I plain out don't like you. So stay out of my way this Sunday.

DJ stops, his hand rubbing his chin ever so deep in thought.

DJ: Where was I? I said a little bit about Jordan and Jesse, Immune, The Tag Team Chumps, and the three wise men who can't wrestle. Who's next? How about Jay Williams? Jay Williams. The so called "Professor of Pain". One of the men who I beat for my Continental Championship. Well you were involved anyway. You see Jay. You got the chance to face me and see some real competition in an opponent. But you blew it. You didn't get to feel my wrath. You didn't get to feel what it's like to wrestle some real talent. Nope. You just came into the match and thought you could walk out with the title. Guess what? You didn't. No Jay, I did. I walked into Wicked Web Wednesday and said I would walk out the Continental Champion. I proved all the naysayers wrong. I proved myself right. But Jay, it don't stop there with you. No. You went and aligned yourself with Johnny Violence and Immune. Weren't you guys called Nine One One at one point? All that's missing is Jarrod Weiss. Than the original XPW version of the Backstreet Boys are back. Maybe that can be your next gig Jay, a talentless no one who dances and tries to sing, but only attracts men and underage girls to their shows. You disgust me Jay. Just like Johnny Violence. Now Johnny, I have never faced you before, but come this Sunday at the battle royal, after I pull my team to victory, I'm gonna come at you like a fucking missile. You see, I once stood proud and tall and defended these great ideas called democracy and independence at one time in my life. But a filthy degrading puss bucket like yourself goes and spits those same virtues, the same freedoms, in everybody's faces and laughs about it. Well the laughing stops here Johnny. You see I'm not laughing. I'm staring you right in your eyes and not even flinching. You don't intimidate me. You don't impress me. All you can say is....well nothing Johnny. Nothing you say will ever nudge me in fear of you. All you do when you open your mouth Johnny, is put your foot right in there. Shove down deep so you gag on it. And you act like no one notices it. I do. I notice it everytime you come out from behind that curtain. I notice it everytime you wrestle. Sometimes Johnny, you just gotta learn when to stop. Someday it might kill you. I might kill you Johnny. But we will see at Lock N Load. We will see.

DJ walks back to his truck and hops in. The engine starts and the camera man quickly jumps in. The black Ford F-150 speeds out of the parking space. The scene goes by quickly, DJ speeding down the highway. DJ takes a quick turn, the tires squeal under the turn ratio. The truck pulls over and stops. DJ hops out of the truck, the camera man in tow, and beelines for an alley.

DJ: Alleyways. I hate alleyways. But I know a few XPW superstars that love them. Quite frankly Botchtista, Rufus and Randy Harris. But don't worry boys. After I am done with this Sunday, I'll give you some new neighbors. That's right. Make you guys some wealthy looking hobos. I might put Timmy down here with you. I might make Matthew Storm and Nicky War a nice two bedroom cardboard house. Than, when I am all done and content, I'm gonna rip through all of you chumps like a tornado in a trailer park. Rufus, your the King of the Cage Champion. A nice little title that doesn't seem to fit you. As a matter of fact no title fits you Rufus. I bet even Gravedigger thinks your cool. Gravedigger, the only man in XPW that smells worse than you. But Rufus, I don't like to drag on about people. I like to cut the fat and get to the point. Rufus, your a champion. That means you have a bullseye on your back. Don't be surprised if that bullseye gets a lock on it from me. I would love to wrestle you in a match Rufus. Prove who the superior team is. Hobo Nation or Full Metal. Everyone knows Full Metal is better. All you lead is a rag tag bunch of misfits and societies lazy. So when the time comes, Full Metal is going to take that precious King of the Cage Championship away from your penniless hands. Not even Botchtista can help you than. Speaking of Botchtista, you and i have a lot in common. We both have alcohol problems. But I faced mine Botchtista. You sully yourself and endulge in it. This makes you pathetic and weak. I'm not speaking from an AA pamphlet here. I'm speaking of what I see. And Botchtista, all I see is a pathetic shell of a man that probably had a good life. Key word...probably. But lastly, lets not forget my old friend Randy Harris. The Ragin Cajun. The whatever from the backwoods of the bayou. Randy, I have faced you almost a dozen times in the XPW. You probably beat me once. So anything you want to say about me or intimidate me with, don't. Take your Louisiana ass back to whatever mud slicked village you came from. And while your at it, take Botchtista with you. As a matter of fact, take all the XPW rejects from the Island of Misfit toys with you. Take them all. Remove these sullen stains from the face of this proud company. And speaking of sullen stains on the face of XPW, Revolution your next.

DJ stops and stares at a homeless man. The homeless man is pushing a shopping cart down the street, his tin cans clanging into each other. He stops and looks at DJ. DJ's look back is empty. No pity. No remorse.

DJ: Old man. Where you from?

The homeless man is shocked that someone is talking to him.

Homeless man: Brooklyn.

DJ: Brooklyn? You a yankees fan sir?

Homeless man: Nope. A Dodgers fans.

DJ laughs.

DJ: Sir the Dodgers haven't been in Brooklyn in almost sixty years I think. But your a hardcore fan if you still like them.

Homeless man: Yeah. You got any change?

DJ: No. But I will do something for you. All I need is for you to do something for me.

Homeless man: Anything.

DJ: Just go and find a job. Here's...

DJ pulls out his wallet and pulls three hundred dollars out and hands it to the homeless man.

Homeless man: Thank you sir.

DJ: Go and find a hotel room. Buy a nice suit. Get a job. Don't be a lazy degredant. Be something.

The homeless man has counted the money three times and is exstatic.

Homeless man: I will sir. I surely will.
The homeless man leaves his cart and runs off into the dying day.

DJ: I know that man is going to go and get a nice hotel room and some food. But he's also going to go and buy boose with it. You can't change a person when they have been doing something for so long. But the good thing is he lives another day. But that homeless man, the man who swallowed his pride to ask for spare change, reminded me of someone. Ken Noguiera. Now Ken, like most of the other people involved in this week's pay per view, we have not yet met inside the hallowed square. But Ken, just by hearing your words come out of your mouth, I have learned a great deal about you. Your arrogant. Your disgusting. Your high on yourself. I mean honestly, it is said to have a decent amount of pride, but do not excess. You excess so much, your just burning in your own boots. Ken, let me tell you a little secret. I hate you. I hate everyone. But Ken, you stand out in a certain hate of mine. Your the hate I feel for people who need to be corrected and punished. Punished for their stupidity and indecent remarks. I'm not spiritual Ken, but I will make you speak with whatever God you wish, and when your done, I'll take your ass and squash your brains in with my G-9. Watch the lies and words spoken, because the floor is a thin sheet of glass. You know I never knew I was a poet until recently. I mean I wrote in journals and poems in high school, but it has never flowed so freely from my mouth than recently. But alas, I am no writer. I'm a wrestler. I have wrestled in countless arenas and matches. A lot of men in this federation have.

DJ walks over and sits on the curb. He pulls the pack of smokes from his pocket and pops one in his mouth. The cherry crackles as the flame passionately kisses the cigarette wrapper holding the delicious tobacco inside.

DJ: You know I remember watching XPW about...oh...about five months ago? It was a Pay Per View. Afterburn. God the Main Event was amazing. Kenua versus Venom for the World Title. It was Kenua's last chance before another challenger came along. Man he was hungry. But he won. And Kenua, I respect the man. I respect him enough that he is the second person I want to eliminate from this battle royal when I get to it. Nothing personal Kenua, just business. But your going to be going into the battle royal hungry and fired up. Well that's good. Now you won't have to expect only a fight from Enigma Violator...you got me to contend with as well. I mean how awesome would it be to eliminate the former World Champion from a World Championship battle royal? My stock would sky rocket. Full Metal's stock would sky rocket. I'm ready Kenua. I'm ready for the test you bring to the ring. But unlike some past roster members, I will succeed. I will be standing tall when your looking up at me. And Kenua, before you go and say that you were the World Champion at one time, remember your the "former" World Champion. Not the current. No one looks at a past champion the same as they do to a future champion. So Kenua, if you read this, remember, I am coming for the test. Bring your "A" game and don't hold back. I hope you don't.

DJ smiles.

DJ: Here I am getting ahead of myself. I wanted to talk about all these guys, but jumped right to Kenua. Funny huh? Well let me backtrack. Revolution. You two think that just because you got Venom in your corner, your bound to have that silver spoon in your mouth? Alright kids, I'll put that silver spoon in your mouth. Than, I'm gonna cram it down your throats. It's all good that you got Venom showing you guys some things, but he isn't going to be there this Sunday. Just you two. And with your opponents and partners in the early portion of the night, I can't wait to see who is the better Revolutionist. Is it Nicky War? Or is Matthew Storm? Now Nicky, I know you have been here in XPW for quite some time. Hell you were even part of the Managerial Team at one point. But that doesn't bother me at all. No what bothers me about you Nicky is this, you can't hold your weight in XPW anymore. your slacking. Your grasping at straws when there is nothing in reality to grasp. So do yourself a favor....stop. Stop before you embarrasse yourself. Same with you Matthew Storm. Your like a rookie here aren't you? I'm a rookie too. First year. And already I have held gold. That usually speaks big things....and I mean BIG things for someone when they can capture their first title within the first three months of competing anywhere. But you knew that. You know that I have an edge above you. You know that in one way I am better than you. So Matthew, give up. If we go into a "rookie" slugfest, I'm going to win. Plain and simple. So with you, I am done.

DJ gets up off the curb. The sun is setting in the background somewhere. He lopoks out into the streets. Silence for a moment. Homeless people and prostitutes come out of their darkened lairs to feast upon the innocents of the night. DJ walks over to the driver's side dorr and hops in his truck. The camera man follows and DJ puts the truck in drive and drives out of the decadent neighborhood.

DJ: Jesse Owusu. The current Contninental Champion. A founding member of Full Metal. My friend. But his week we face each other in the ring, on opposite sides of the ring too. This sucks. Jesse your my friend. Almost like a brother to me. But Jesse, I know you got your eye on the prize. You want two championships for yourself. I don't blame you. If I had the Continental Champiosnhip still, I would be thinking the same thing. Jesse you know me the better than ninety nie percent of the XPW roster. Your competitve. Your sportsmanlike. Your a better than me sometimes. But, just because you have thos outstanding qualities, doesn't mean I won't rip your face off in that ring. We fought before Jesse. Back at Max X. You bested me to win the Continental Championship. But my competitive side will not let that go. I gotta see if I am better than you jesse. It's in my nature. So come Sunday, be prepared to fight. And this fight Jesse, is for a shot at the World Championship.

DJ turns the blinker right and pulls out on to the street.

DJ: Now Immune....I know nothing about you than what I have been told. Your the Tournament of Chaos Champion. You were also the number one contender for the Continental Championship. Not bad. Impressive, but not intimidating to me. I've fought some brutal matches in my career Immune. So anything you can bring to the table, I can dish it out just the same. I wanna go the distance with you Immune. I wanna see how far we can push each other. Come Sunday it's Armageddon. May the best man be left standing.

DJ pulls into the same parking lot located at the same park where his day started. He walks over to a park bench and sits down. The camera focuses in on him as he stares into emptiness.

DJ: Finally, Enigma Violator. The man. The myth. The legend. The one man that has the biggest bulls eye on his back. Now hearing about the tag team "qualifying" matches, I bet they gave you someone easy to work with. Let me check.

DJ pulls out his cell phone. He types something in on the keypad and waits patiently. A couple of minutes later DJ closes his cell and stuffs it back in his pocket.

DJ: Nicky War. That's your partner. And your facing Joey Francis and the Immortal Hulk Hogan. Now I know that the Hulkster doesn't have a very impressive record here in XPW, but it's the Hulkster. And Francis, he's half of the Tag Team Champions. But sucks now the less. Enigma, I said it about Immune and Kenua earlier, your THE man I want to eliminate from the battle royal. Your the ultimate test. The man that no one has beaten by a large margine. But Enigma you have lost. Your human. I'm human. Your a bigger challenge than kenua, in my opinion that is. And you proving that your team can win and you advance, that might just solidify your stature. But Enigma, I know you won't, but do not get comfortable. I am coming for you this Sunday. The only reason Full Metal evacuated the ring last Monday, was because we want you in full health. So Enigma sleep well Saturday night. I know I won't. See ya Sunday Enigma.

The camera fades to black as DJ gets up from the bench and walks off.

[Kermit]

**Rufus is walking his pet goat, Billy the Kid**

Rufus: People sure love the color red. Well, looks like I won't be able to make it to the arena this week unless someone pays for my ticket, hint hint. I think I'll just enjoy the weather. Oh, and Ken Nogueira licks donkey sack. I'm rubber and you're glue, bounces off me and sticks to you. That applies to whatever you say, so nyah. While I'm at it, I'd like to mention that I own the King of the Cage Championship so I don't really care to win another belt because it would hurt my waist to have to carry that much gold. Good day to you all, and Ken Nogueira still likes dudes.

**Rufus continues walking his goat through the pouring rain**

[Nash]

The scene opens at Jay’s cottage house he bought over the summer, he’s barely walking through the front door leaving his duffel bag and his half of the HVW tag team championships a couple of feet away from the black leather couch. He turns to the answering machine right next to the door and presses play as he goes towards the kitchen to fix himself something to eat.

Eric: Jay, what the hell were you thinking by returning to XPW? Didn’t you learn from that past experience that Anthony is a corrupt piece of shit? Come on, man, I thought I taught you to stand up for yourself. Try to explain this to me…

Jay shakes his head at Eric’s message and goes to pour himself a glass of Jack Daniels alongside his food. Regardless of what he tries to say, very few people will be able to understand the motive behind it.

Ken: Hey, partner, long time no talk. I just wanted to know if you’re willing to give Lethal Injection another shot… never quite got a reason why you left… the offer stands if you’re still interested.

Jay chuckles at that message knowing that the man they knew and loved has now been washed down the drain. Ever since departing to focus on MCW, Jay has turned into a more well rounded athlete. He was such a one-dimensional piece of shit back then… ah but as one wise man once said, as one door closes another opens. There were certainly plenty of fish left in the sea.

Lance: I’ll be late in getting home, Jay. Went to catch up with Vincent since it’s been 3 months without talking. I wanted to catch up with our cousin, hope you don’t mind. See you later, bro.

He smiles at finding his family once again. Yeah, back then Jay was a loner that didn’t even know if his family existed. Now he has been reunited with his sister Jessica and tags with his brother Lance. For him challenging for the MCW tag team titles with his brother was a dream come true. He had finally found peace in his life instead of the arrogant piece of shit that walked these halls during Eternal Armageddon.

As he finishes his plate and gets ready to go wash it, his cell phone rings. When you’re a celebrity in these parts, word spreads rather quickly. He looks at the caller ID and rolls his eyes. “Eric Herrera - Office.” He flicks it off and looks annoyed as he brings it to his ear.

Jay: What’s up, teach?

Eric: You know perfectly well what’s up… you’ve been dodging me for a couple of days. What’s going on, man?

He sighs and leans back on the wooden cabinet right next to the fridge.

Jay: You knew that I had a tag contenders match at MCW. No need to play dumb with me.

Eric: Oh yeah, the same show where you completely ignored me. You know, I thought asking you to drop the respect shit was actually gonna be helpful.

He rolls his eyes and takes a drink of Jack Daniels before continuing.

Jay: Back off, okay? When Vincent was with us, he pissed it all away for us. The reason that roster hated us was cause of his elitist attitude regarding the South. He gave us a very bad image that took nearly three months to fix. So pardon me if I’m not particularly willing to slap the taste out of someone without any provoking being involved. After all, teachers have to learn how to control themselves at some point…

Eric: Right… well, I just hope you know what you’re doing here, Jay. You’re basically betting the entire house on that battle royal when you have people like Enigma Violator and Immune entering. You’re the underdog once again, partner, prepare yourself for yet another disappointment.

He goes to wash his plate while he waits for Eric to finish his rant.

Jay: Stop treating me like a child, Eric. I know the situation perfectly. It’s not like I walked into college after graduating high school. I know these people like the back of my hand. Trust me, after Lock N’ Load, Anthony is gonna pay for underestimating my abilities.

Eric: Yeah, just like he did against Enigma at the last Lock N’ Load… come on, Jay, this act is getting old. You’re too forgiving at times, man.

Jay: That’s something I’ll deal with, okay? In the mean time, worry about defeating Christian Spade. That bastard deserves a Texas sized whooping for bringing outside fed stuff into a title match. His ego needs to be bumped down more than just a peg.

Jay laughs and drinks some more Jack Daniels while waiting for Eric’s response.

Eric: Christian, are you kidding me? That guy hasn’t been a threat to me in a while. All that kid ever talks about is my jobber days… honestly, the kid has no clue about current events. It’ll be a cinch to bring him to the REAL vision of reality. To be honest, I think Odin is the only one worth shit out of that tag team. Had I said that, the poor kid would’ve wanted my head on a silver platter.

Jay: Ha, that’s Total Intensity alright… known more for their childish tantrums rather than for their brains. Don’t worry about it… we got it in the bag, I’m sure Ken will carry his half of the load properly. For now, I got an announcement to make that will shake XPW to the core.

He smirks and walks over to the bedroom searching for his camera.

Eric: Better send me a tape then… I wanna see how fickle them idiots are… after all, their vision of hardcore is so exaggerated. It reminds you of backyarders that claim it’s better than the real shit.

Jay: Yeah, really… anyways, let me get this out of the way so their vacant title finally is worth something.

Jay takes out the camera and goes to take it to the living room area.

Eric: Vacated huh? Yeah, figures… they had some of the most ridiculous champions to date… I’ll definitely be waiting. Talk to you later.

Jay: Yeah, apparently Psycho Jester had a one day reign… oh well, guess he’ll never accept the new generation. The Society of Destruction will shatter their vision of true success, brother…

He closes the phone as the scene fades to black.

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The scene opens in that same living room where Jay has now taken out a ruler and pointed at the chalk board on the left side of the room. He written the words “Equal Opportunity” in cursive writing and nods in that direction.

Jay: When you hear these words, the first thing that pops up to mind is women rising to the top to positions of power. You think of blacks being treated like garbage until they were able to attain freedom. The opportunity that I’m talking about though approaches us next week. For the second straight year, the professor will walk into Lock N’ Load challenging for the World Championship. Last year, I faced Enigma Violator in a champion’s challenge match back when I still didn’t have much singles experience. In that same match, people started flooding me with apologies, saying they underestimated me and that I had potential. Basically kissing my ass when I’ve spent four long years telling them stubborn bastards the truth. It’s not my fault they choose to ignore my words and call me delusional for several years.

It’s sad though that the lone championship opportunity against Enigma wasn’t enough to convince Anthony I was main event material. He kept shoving that Continental Championship down my throat, hoping that it would make me forget about that dream. Sure, there was a point in my life where that championship felt like a dream come true. I had finally won something on my own and escaped being known as a tag team specialist. I used to hold that title close to my heart and aspire to bring it to levels it’s never reached before. Then, that’s where my efforts were underappreciated. No matter how many times I would successfully retain or how many Grudges I managed to main event, people would never get a clue. They would forever keep cheering for has-beens like Enigma Violator and Psycho Jester rather than enforcing equal opportunity. As long as Anthony caters to the past, he will never move his company in the proper direction. That is where today’s lesson begins.

He turns on the television to show the segment with Immune and Johnny Violence. At the time, several people that haven’t left the arena yet are heard booing in the background. Jay chuckles as he nods at the shocking handshake between him and Immune.

Jay: Ever since that day, I’ve been receiving several letters with idiots yelling “Why did you sell your soul to the devil? Why has the professor turned on his own morals by teaming with Immune and Johnny Violence?” The answer is simple, because we have all experienced what it’s like to be held back by Anthony Tarantino. We all know what it’s like to blow the roof off every single joint and not get any appreciation in return. In all of those matches, Immune versus Jay Williams drew more than any other main event in recent history. We made the people care about the Continental Championship after it had become a complete joke. We as a unit defeated every single big name XPW had to offer yet what does Anthony do about this? He refuses to grant us that title shot, after years of blood, sweat, and tears proving that this place is biased as fuck.

Before you jump the gun and claim I’m bitter let’s look at the evidence. How many times did I pin their joke of a world champion, Kenua, huh? This should be pretty simple if you don’t have your head lodged so far up his ass. I did it twice, one of them directly after he won the Rumble proving that he’s a damn fluke. The only way he was able to win was by knocking someone over the top rope, which can easily be done even when people have their backs turned. The best message you could ever send across is viewed in boxing where you knock your opponent unconscious to gain a victory. In wrestling, it’s usually done by pinfall or submission. Kenua failed to do that to me on back to back occasions! He was a damn joke, yet Anthony failed to give him a true challenge. You call Jarrod Weiss a challenge? Come on, I was main eventing before that kid even knew what wrestling was! While the kid sat on his ass for a year contemplating whether he’ll ever wrestle again, I was selling out arenas defending the tag and Continental titles. This is a damn injustice but that’s where this tournament will definitely benefit me, boys and girls.

He pulls down a screen from the top of the chalk board. On the screen we have the actual drawing of the tournament and the term open invitational underlined. Jay smirks and lets the thought sink in to the crowd at home before continuing.

Jay: Now I have forced the hand of Anthony Tarantino and Michael Nelson Matthews by entering this tournament. They will no longer have a reason to hold me back and yell “You can’t do it!” until the rooster crows. They will be forced to acknowledge my dominance and have a worthy World Champion. What do you usually look for in a champion? You look for someone that can properly represent this business, someone that’s in peak condition and has paid his dues in order to get there. I’m a teacher outside of this business, folks… I’ve been helping train a fair share of students into world champions. I’ve given countless amounts of dedication to this sport all to not get anything in return. In those three months after I quit, that’s when I learned who my real friends were. The ONLY person on the roster that bothered to ask where I was turned out to be my tag team partner, Ken Nogueira. Nobody else gave a fuck after a year of blood, sweat, and tears. To the point where Anthony had to place an imposter in that ring to lose the title rather than tell these people the truth - that I walked while champion cause of having nothing left to prove with that title.

What was the point of continuing to parade that title like if it was an accomplishment? Absolutely nothing, because I did everything possible to elevate it to the top. There was nothing left to prove, it was time to move on to greener pastures. It could have all been avoided if he told Jarrod to pay his dues like every other man on the roster and placed the professor himself in Money in the Bank… but guess what? He didn’t, he spat on every title defense and every ass I planted in those seats. Not only that, he spat on Immune and Johnny Violence, two of the hardest working individuals in XPW history. Youth was on our side… we were already starting to take every single has been and driving them into retirement. Johnny exposed Jordan Post as a fluke champion and tossed him to the trash. Immune reached the finals in back to back tournaments proving he’s worthy of being a champion they could admire while their “World Champion“ got eliminated early, but did we get a I’m sorry or act of recognition? FUCK NO! They pissed on all of that hard work and told us “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out!” A total screw job, folks, but people continue to worship hypocrites like Michael and Anthony every single day of the week!

He shakes his head and walks a couple of feet to the left of the chalk board at a picture of Jay’s previous and current reigns. Jay had the Midas touch to the extreme when being in tag team competition. He’s won the tag team titles with four different partners yet they still continue to question his loyalty… eh, they all learn eventually that greatness can’t be stopped with selfish ambitions.

Jay: It doesn’t matter if its Lethal Injection, Eternal Armageddon, Negative Influence, or any other combination… Jay Williams equals ratings, an equation that our biased management continues to ignore. Not anymore, folks, cause once Lethal Injection take Michael Elle and Rufus to school, we’re gonna ensure that either me, Ken, Johnny, or Immune walk outta here with some gold. We all realize that we walk into here with the X placed on our backs due to reasons out of our control. People only choose to laugh and look at the wins and losses rather than the years of hard work and sacrifice to get this far. Nobody else fucking matters to me, because the evidence is right there for EVERYONE to see. I remained a fighting champion until they continued to screw me over. Now there’s no other choice… repent of your sins or else XPW will be burned to the fucking ground. The real revolution is taking place right now… Lethal Injection will live on and walk out victorious just like they did in their lone match.

Fade to black.

[Kermit]

**Rufus is dancing to the Fresh Prince theme**

Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I liked to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
Startin making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'

I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suite case and send me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.

First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.

But wait I hear there're prissy, wine all that
Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat?
I don't think sow
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightening, disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I can say this cab is rare
But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air

Rufus: See, length doesn't mean diddly squat. I could ramble on all day and then everyone would be all like, oh man did you see that long promo by Rufus? Then another dude would say, yeah, he had LOADS of quantity bro! You want to go skateboarding man? Yeah sure man! But Rufus's promo was uber long dude!

Something like that. But quality trumps quantity. In some cases however, some broskis stepped it up. Like DJ Jones. Respect to DJ, even though I really made fun of his wife the other week. He has stepped it up. DJ gets my Golden Shining Star of the Week award this week for being a man instead of a Jordan Post.

Lately I've been hearing some junk from this punk named Ken "I Take it up the Butt" Nogueira. Now this joker had the audacity to call me out by my first name. First of all, Kennifer. You do not have the right to call me Rufus. You can call me Sir Reginald Arnoldson III. Now I'm sorry if you love men, but that's not my fault Ken. I have no problem with gays as long as they don't conduct their business in front of me. I mean who wants people exchanging cash in front of them? I mean it disgusts me. If only Ken would get his face out of Jay Williams's rear end, he would hear me say these things about him. Ken, you have formed teams with lots of guys (and I'm assuming stuff about you but who cares) and you have failed each time. Now me and Botchtista, we're successful. We make a good team and I have already won gold in this place, which you have yet to do. How long did that take me? the span of a few months. I got here in the summer and now here I am with the most prestigious King of the Cage Championship in XPW. And the only King of the Cage Championship in XPW. But dont tell anyone. Ken, you aren't fit to scrub the boots of the guy who scrubs my boots. You are lower than the illegal immigrants who work for the government, tapping our phones with their banjos and pinatas and such. You make me want to go to your moms house and vomit on her. Which I do every Monday night. Because shes my Monday night lady.

Ken, you drink MGD, a woman's drink, with your "bro" AKA your man lover Justin Siva? He already sounds like a man whore turned burrito costumer wearer turned prostitute turned fashionista turned back into a man whore. Please. This Siva character is pathetic and unoriginal. He needs to get his hair redone and his eyebrows waxed. Also, have you been demasculated lately? Or castrated? Man up you cowardly cow tipping cowlicker. You are nuttier than a bag of Grape Nuts. And Grape Nuts are pretty darn nutty. Oh, the humanity.

Not only are you nutty and cornier than a corn dog on Corn Dog Celebration Day, you are lame. Oh, I've been training ever since I heard I was in the Lock N Load tournament. Everyone looks down on me so now I'm going to win because I said so. I have what it takes to win! Yay me! I'm going to prove everyone wrong like in the Disney movies where the white people pity black people and in the end they all get together and have great big tea party! Give me a break you titmouse. This is the real world not some Disney clusterfluck. You flucked up this time. Yeah you heard me right. You flucked yourself in the motherflucking butt. Who cares where I trained to wrestle. I have already beaten a whole bunch of sweaty dudes in that square thing with ropes. Doesn't that mean something around here? I think I'm 8-1-1 if I'm not mistaken and crazy. What are you, 20-15? 5-10? Banana and Republic? Hannity and Colmes? You know what, lick my shoe. Lick it. That's what I have to say to you.





But I still have more to say, Ken Noguerino. Don't think I'm finished yet. Because I'm not. Because I'm still talking. You can make fun of homelessness but that went out of fashion about the same time as your mom sucked her first big one, I mean lollipop you sick fluck, so probably around the time of the dinosaurs. Yes I do wash windows and yes I do beg for money but I don't see you going around and doing that do I. Problem solved. I dont do drugs either you sorry excuse for a maggot mother. Do you hear me maggot? Drop down and give me 20. I'm waiting....



Okay I've waited enough. Do you like all the spaces I'm using? I'm trying out this new Feng Shui thingy man. I'm liking it bro. I really am. I'm feelin it man. I'm digging the new digs.

Ken, you really think I live in a garbage can like some kind of Oscar the Grouch? What are you, 5 years old? You still feed on your mother's 80000000 year old flappers? The only thing you know about homeless people is what you see in movies, and judging by your lifestyle, you probably think all homeless men are gay porn stars looking to get it on. My body may not be very well treated but my mind is quite intact. My hair hasn't been washed in years and yet it still is home to many lice. I have named one of them Lenny. He's dead now... But Lenny Jr. is still around. He's a cool cat, that Lenny Jr.

Rob Stardom? Really Ken? Justin Siva's trainer's name is Rob Stardom? Really? Hmm, I need to come up with the fakest name anyone has ever heard... What to use, what to use... How about Rob... No.... let's use a noun as a last name. Stardom! I got it! Rob Stardom! Like something out of American idol! Yay, Rob Stardom. Please do something useful with your head and shove it up a leaking pipe.

You know what Ken, I can disrespect you all I want. I will now compile a list of why Ken sucks.

1. Ken is a D-Bag.
2. Ken is a Barbie doll name
3. Ken has not won any title and he's been around like 3 years
4. Ken partners with people like Jordan "You Can Hammer Me Anytime" Post
5. Ken does these lame smiles which leads me to believe he is one of those gays
6. Ken uses lame catchphrases
7. Ken thinks he is a "veteran" even though a "rookie" like "Rufus" has already won a title and he hasn't
8. Ken likes green mushrooms
9. Ken thinks he has "laid Rufus to rest" just because he spent one minute talking about him
10. Ken is a synonym for cat, and it's not kitty
11. Did I mention Ken is a homo
12. I will end this now because Ken is probably going to come on to me

**Rufus runs away**

[Kermit]

**Rufus is sitting in his HoboMobile with a suit and tie and intellectual glasses on**

Rufus: Jay Williams is a Hick.

That is what Time Magazine called Jay "Eric Herrera" Williams last week in a shocking article.

Do you want your kids being educated by this so called "Professor of Pain?"

More like the "Professor of Personal Gain."

Or the "Professor of Seducing Kids and Trying to Abduct them."

A study recently showed that listening to Jay Williams causes Breast and Lung cancer.

Do you want your kids getting Breast and Lung Cancer?

Did you know that Breast and Lung Cancer causes Sclerosial Methanous Arterial Monosyclosis Disease, otherwise known as Popcorn Fart Disease?

Do you want your kids getting Popcorn Fart Disease from Jay Williams?

Did you know that if your kids get Popcorn Fart Disease they will have no friends and get bad grades and drop out of school and become a janitor and then you will have to support them when they're 50?

Do you want to go to a cocktail party with your rich friends and have to explain that Jay Williams is responsible for you being the proud parent of a janitor?

Jay Williams is a Bad Influence and causes kids to become janitors.

Do you want this man on TV?

Vote No on Prop 68 and Ban Jay Williams from your TV.

In closing, Jay Williams is a Hick.

This has been paid for by the Friends of Mr. Rogers

**Rufus gets up and walks away**

[Kermit]

**Rufus is standing with one foot on a stool looking like a blue collar worker**

rufus: Is the economy getting you down? Is your mortgage rate rising ever higher? Do you like when I ask questions? If so, call Kenua's mom to get a good night's fun in. She's a real wild girl.

Also, Enigma "I dont got a real name" Violator has been sighted. Reports indicate that he is being followed by a hurricane of words for his next promo. Already 2 have been reported killed by his words.

In other news, Johnny Violence is back. Apparently he couldn't get a job in this economy either so he came back to XPW, where bums can get jobs and people like Ken Nogueira are allowed to roam the streets where children are.

Paranormal Activity grossed lots of money the other week. You know what else grossed a lot of people out this week? Ken Nogueira's face.

Recent graduate of the Fashionista Male Prostitute Academy in Nogueirasbourg, Justin Siva, is making his debut in XPW. My sources tell me that he is currently in a relationship with Ken Nogueira. But his Facebook status is "in a relationship with Nen Kogueira." Reports also indicate he is dyslexic.

Jay Williams was recently in an altercation with a fan. Someone asked him for an autograph and he screamed that he was being oppressed by management and he wasn't getting an equal opportunity. The fan, a gay Black Mexican Jew whose parents are illegal immigrants, had no comment.

**Thats all for now folks**

[Tina Tatigleone]

XPW Women's Title Gauntlet
Kristina Kiss © vs Noel Scott vs Gabriel Michaels vs Tina Tatigleone vs Rose

(The scene opens)

Tina: Kristina Kiss, the XPW Women's champion. What is there to say about you? You beat Noel Scott a month ago and hav eheld the title ever since. But your time is coming to an end, okay?

(Tina smiles)

Tina: Former Champion, Noel Scott. I never had a problem with you, but when it comes to gold... i want it, okay? And your in my way.

(Tina makes a motion of the belt)

Tina: Gabriel Michaels. I know your Close with Jesse Owusu. If he trained you at all, im sure your a good wrestler. But i've been trained by the Hillside Family, so you got nothing on me, okay?

(Tina chuckles)

Tina: And Rose.... i have no problem with you, but just like the rest, if you get in my way im gonna have to push you aside t oget my belt!

(The scene fades to black)