Monday Grudge

Final Grudge before Lock N Load

Tag Team Titles
Team Francis © vs Revolution wt Venom

One Fall to a Finish
DJ Jones vs Tim Timmons vs Ken Nogieura vs Hardcore Tony

Killswitch vs Jordan Post

The Return
Immune vs Domink King

Women's Title
Kristina Kiss © vs Noel Scott


PLUS

Tiny, Jesse Owusu, Randy Harris, Enigma, Rufus, Kenua and all your favorites!

I just want to say good luck to dominik king. it feels great to be back!

HOLY SHIT IMMUNE!

Damn It.

part one:

The homeless are wandering through the downtown area of Warner Robins, Georgia. Soliciting for loose change from the less unfortunate. Contemplating on the hardest decision they have to make for the entire day. “Should I buy a bottle of liquor or settle for some food in my stomach?” Many of the pedestrians don’t acknowledge the pleaders or they just flat out ignore them. Others dig to the bottom of their pockets and pull out a combination of silver and copper. The poor scurry over to the caring individuals and graciously accept whatever change they are willing to provide. The starved have to find ways to survive even if that means burying their pride. The question that all so many people are wondering the answer to is this. “What has happened to our economy?”

The camera comes into focus glaring up at the night’s sky. The moon is shining bright and covering the rest of the sky are hundreds, maybe even thousands, of brilliant stars. Clouds are leisurely creeping as thunder is heard far out in the distance. Focusing down, there is a dreary suburban town. Every house has their lights off as the residents are seemingly sleeping in their estates. The area is particularly quiet as nothing seems to be occurring. The camera begins to fade to black until a violent cough is heard somewhere nearby. The camera focuses in on a car parked alongside the street and zooms in to notice smoke is drifting from a tiny crack in the driver’s side window. Approaching the vehicle, there is a phone conversation to juicy to be able to not eavesdrop.

Man: Alright sounds good man. So when do you think you are going to make your impact on the industry, exactly? A month, year, a couple years, or what?

Unable to hear what is being said over the telephone. In a surprised tone the individual in the car replies.

Man: Really? That soon? Oh man, this is going to be insane. The other superstars are never going to know what hit them.

Some murmuring is heard on the other side of the phone, but is still too distant to be able to comprehend what is being said. The man in the car ends the conversation.

Man: Well man, the camera crew I requested is here so I got to go. I will call you later. Peace.

The man closes his flip phone and tosses it into the passenger’s seat. The shadowy figure reaches into his front pocket and pulls out a square shaped box. He flips the lid open and pulls out a long, narrow, and circular shaped object and places it in his mouth. He closes the lid on the box and tosses it into the passenger’s seat as well. He reaches between his legs and holds an object up close to the end of the item dangling from his lips. A quick click noise is heard before the sound of a lighter igniting is heard. The flame reveals that the man sitting inside the car is none other than resigned XPW superstar, Immune. He engulfs the tip of the cigarette with the flame and inhales the carbon monoxide before blowing away the smoke. He begins to speak.

Immune: It’s been far too long since I’ve stepped foot inside a squared circle. Far too long since I’ve had my name announced over the sound system as I approached the curtains. Most importantly its been far too long since I’ve had the opportunity to feel my opponent’s bones crack in my hands.

Immune takes another puff off of his cigarette before he continues to speak.

Immune: Throughout my illustrious career, I’ve been held back from the fans and owner of this industry because I was worried my actions that I needed to succeed wouldn’t be approved of . Some of the things I wanted to do would be too violent for the premature audience to watch. That the company would be banned from national television due to the fact that the actions I took would be too graphic and gory for the critics, but not anymore. None of that matters to me anymore! The only thing that matters is getting what I deserve. I played by the rules once upon a time and the only thing I got out of it was a knife in the back from the owner and a few hoot and hollers from the fans. I’m done being Mr. Nice Guy! The Your National Hero shit is no more. I’m going to go by the alias I rightfully hold which is “The King of Chaos.” I’ve done more for this company than any other superstar on the roster and yet they held me down and I allowed it. Once again, that shit isn’t happening anymore. I’m going to stand up to the higher authorities and tell them what is going to happen, not the other way around. You can only beat on a dog so many times before he finally realizes he doesn’t have to take it anymore. He senses the fear that is pulsing through his owner’s veins and attacks back and that is exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to fight back for what I believe in, which is, I should be the holder of the World Heavyweight Championship!

The cigarette Immune obtains in his hand begins to shake fiercely as the look of frustration and anger over takes his face. He takes another puff on his cigarette to calm his nerves and begins doing a couple of heavy breathing exercises in attempts to settle down. After a few moments, he collects himself and in a more moderate tone, he continues to speak.

Immune: Since I’ve been gone a lot has happened in XPW. The World Heavyweight Championship changed hands. Then was vacated shortly after due to the holder retiring. Which now means the championship is up for grabs. It doesn’t matter to me who I have to destroy to obtain the biggest prize this company has to offer. I will go through the rookies, the cruiserweights, and even every main event superstar on the roster to obtain what is rightfully mine. I mean, think about it. Who deserves it more than I do? Who brought home the trophy to XPW in the Tournament of Chaos? That’s right, yours truly! Who made it to the finals in the Afterburn Tournament? I did! Who backed up the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship in the three on two handicap match and prevailed? Me! I’ve done it all and yet the owner never even given me the opportunity to compete for the World Title. Yet, he gave Jarrod Weiss the opportunity by allowing him to win the Money in the Bank? Are you kidding me? That kid has done nothing to be presented with such an opportunity. Hell, that skater punk looked up to me as his mentor. I’m sick and tired of the undeserved getting pushed in this company, while the well deserved sit in the shadows. Lets take my match this week on Grudge for example. I am making my return, the biggest return in the history of XPW and I’m placed in a match against Dominik King. While Psycho Jester makes his return for one match only and is immediately placed in a World Heavyweight Championship match, in which, he obtained the title. This is blasphemy! Anyways, like I was saying. My match is against a man I’ve beaten before. A man that isn’t even in my league. A man that shouldn’t even be in this company other than to clean the toilets! Now I’ve noticed the poor guy has went through some hard times as of late. I mean, having Multiple Personality Disorder is no laughing matter. Unless it’s me that’s laughing. I mean seriously Dominik! Do you think you are intimidating anyone when you don’t realize Halloween is only one day a year? I understand you hide behind your masks to show the world which character your personality is portraying, but quite frankly, you look ridiculous! After our match on Grudge, I’m going to remove your mask and reveal to the world, the man behind the mask isn’t one to have nightmares about, he is nothing more than a cowering premature toddler!

Immune takes one last hit off of his cigarette before flicking it outside of his car. He reaches over to the side of the steering column and turns the key in the ignition, in which, starts the car. He looks back at the camera one last time and makes a few final comments.

Immune: Dominik, the conclusion of our match this week on Grudge is going to be the same as last time. You riving in pain while I stand victorious over your collapsed body. XPW this is your warning! Immune is back and better than ever! I have the cure to the disease known as stupidity! XPW will be condemned!

Immune puts the transmission into drive and hauls ass down the vacated street. Light sprinkles begin to fall from the overhead clouds. The camera fades to black.

Jesse Owusu: HOLLY SHIT ITS IMMUNE

holy shit!!!! It's Dominik king!!!!

Watch your words
Or your words might drown you
And cure my wounds
And the light will blind you

Tim Timmons is seen prepareing for his contest with Hardcore Tony before the match the camera follows the riseing star as he proceeds to make his way through the hall way where he stops shakes hand with an offical and some fans before heading through the curtain and down to the ring.

To truly see well
You must have faith
Oh the righteous they can't wait

Scene shows Tim Timmons beating Hardcore Tony last week where it shows him poseing in front of the fans where reflection of camera can be seen. Tim is then seen heading out of the ring where he then proceeds up the ramp way.

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Scene fades from the video package of Tim with his back turned to the camera where he slowly turns around with a look of determination upon his face.

TT: Everyone has that oppertunity to move up to the next step showing not only themselve but also everyone that they do belong in such a harsh World. For the past month I have been shifted down to the bottom of the ladder and slowly but surely I have plowed my way through each oppontent until there is nothing left to be at the top of the mountian. Look at Jordan Post he is letting his talent slip away he is not grasping the oppertunities and for that fact he is not liveing up to his greatness. Last week marked a start in the chapter of Tim Timmons and that chapter is the path of destruction.

saving grace
That we all know
Let us pray
Let us hold o

I can't breathe
I prefer to find a ceiling
To the hate of mine

Tim paces around the set for a brief moment before turning his attention back to the camera where you can still hear the music in the background.

TT: DJ Jones a man who I have yet to step in the ring with a man that has no idea what I can do inside that ring nore does he know what damage I could do to him and his career. DJ Jones your an impressive athlete I will give you that but just like many you got nothing on me and I am looking forward to showing you just an exsample of what to expect at the pay per view. DJ Jons this is not a joke this is not a deam, it is reality everything your about to experience this week on Grudge is just a little taste of what you are going to witness when I unleash war upon the other opponents as I go through each and everyone to walk out the new XPW World Champion.

I can't win
I can fight no more
I am drowning
And I'm sick inside

Push no more
And the day will find you
Speak no truth
And your ways will end you
It's alright
And you must move on

TT: Everyone doubted me from the start stateing I dident have what it took that I was nothing but a joke and for everyone to sit there and believe so it is a mistake that they will pay for dearly. Canada's Finest does not back to do no one or any challenge if someone wants to step in the ring with me and witness the wrath I can unleas I really down wish them luck because they would need it.

Tim pauses he takes a deep breath and lets out slowly which shows how cold it is in the room as you can see the fog due to the hot air mixing with the cold.

TT: Hardcore Tony for sometime you have been on my case since the very start we stepped foot inside the ring back at that battle royal and also just recently in which I kicked your ass one on one. Tony your obsession with me has ended for everytime you tryed to show me up you failed and now there is nothing left for you here you just got to face the facts you dont got what it takes to beat me and with that being said Tony this will be your last oppertunity to step in the ring with me and try and show you got what it taks. When the time comes and I get my hands on you I will make sure I end your career and send a message that when you mess with the best you fall like the rest.

Though the damage
Has been done
Cherish the life
And the ones you hold
Can you change
Can you go on

Tim exits the scene where he was standing and enters this room where there is a leather couch resting against the right hand corner with a glass coffee table resting in front of the sofa.

TT: Then there was one, Ken we fought once before and to date you were the biggest challenge that I have had the privleage to step in the ring with and although I respect you and what you can do inside that ring tha dosen't stop me any from being at the top of the mountian.

To truly see well
You must have faith
Oh the righteous they can't wait
A saving grace
That we all know
Let us pray
Let us hold on

TT: Ken we are the only two expected to make an impact in ths contest and when we do indeed meet in the middle of the ring we are going to blow the roof off of the arena and give the fans the quality match that they have paied for. With that being said Ken may the best man win because I really have nothing bad to say from you and I know for a fact your going to bring out the best of me and I wish you luck.... Nobody Is Gonna Stand In My Way....

Scene fades out to Tim taking a seat on the couch and resting his feet on the table as then opens up a cold bottle of keiths and starts to drink his beer.

*Drip*
*Drip*
*Drip*

The water drips from the leaky pipe, a rythmic sound that would drive even the most sound minded person to their wits end. The rats scurry across the floor, ever desperate to fill their empty bellies with some sort of food. Dimly the sunlight shines through cracks in the concrete on the wall. the man in black clothin walks down the small tunnel, his back to the camera. A door opens and the room becomes dimly lit with candles. One hundred candles light the small room, spaced out in groups at certain points in the wall and along the floor. The man carefully walks over the rows on the floor, his footsteps make him look like he is walking on glass. Various masks hang on the wall. The man plops down on an old sofa, a cloud of dust kicks up. Dominik King is facing the very camera that followed him.

Dominik: Welcome....to my sanctuary. My room where I can come and avoid the pillars of the human world. A place that is my...comfort zone.

Dominik stares around the room at all the various masks hanging on the wall.

Dominik: Shhhh. We must be very quiet. They are all sleeping. I don't think you want to wake them up.

Dominik points to the eyeless masks sitting quietly on the walls.

Dominik: A fabulous machine was created oh....one hundred and sixty plus years ago by two men named Joseph Henry and Michael Faraday. These two men began experimenting on electromagnetism. Those experiments jump started the era of electronic communication. Than in 1862 the first still image was transferred. That bright person was named Abbe Giovanna Caselli. He transferred the first still image over wire. Fast forward 14 years and a Boston civil servant named George Carey was thinking about complete television systems and in 1877 he put forward drawings for what he called a selenium camera that would allow people to see by electricity. Fast forward again another oh 50 years and the first transmission was accomplished between Washington D.C. and New York City. And I believe it was Secretary of Commerce Herbert Hoover who commented, “Today we have, in a sense, the transmission of sight for the first time in the world’s history. Human genius has now destroyed the impediment of distance in a new respect, and in a manner hitherto unknown.”. Than evolution took over and no today we have....the television. Think about it. A simple idea transformed into this gigantic phenominum that every household today has at least two televisions in it. Me, I have five. One in my living room, one here in my sanctuary, one in my bedroom, one in my kitchen and one in my bathroom. Now everyone out there might be thinking, "What the hell is he talking about?". Well let me tell you something kiddies. I watched television earlier today, and to my amazement Immune has made his return to XPW and I get to face him in his return match. I was shocked at what he said. He wants to be known as "The King of Chaos"? Did I hear right? Well alright your royal highness, let me be the first individual to welcome you back to XPW.

Domminik suddenly looks at the masks on the walls.

Dominik: Shhh.

After a breif three seconds of silence, Domink turns his attention bak to Immune.

Dominik: You said I was only good for cleaning toilets Immune? Well maybe if he water is replaced with your blood, than yeah I can clean the toilets in XPW arenas across the land. But I don't like to sound cliche or nothing. No not me. I like sounding like Dominik King. But Immune have you forgotten why our Monday Night show is called Grudge? In my opinion, it's because everyone here holds a grudge against someone else in XPW. Your my "grudge" Immune. I'm still sour after you beat me the last time. But don't worry. I plan on rectifying that problem by picking up the win over you on Monday night. Than I plan on rectifying every wrong I have against me. Every loss. Every humiliation that XPW superstars have given me. But I won't be alone. No sirry Bob.

A wicked smile creeps across Dominik's face. He stands up and walks over to the Kabuki mask hanging on the wall.

Dominik: This one is awake Immune.

Dominik pulls the mask off the wall and holds it close to his face.

Dominik: He wants to talk Immune. He wants to talk......to you!

Dominik puts the Kabuki mask on and turns towards the camera.

Dominik: Immune, like Dominik has said already, this Monday Night we come face to face again. But this time Immune.....I.....will be walking out of Grudge the winner and you will be on your back looking up at the ceiling lights. You said it's been a long time since anyone heard your name come from the PA system Immune. Well it has been a longtime. You wanted to go on and bitch and moan about how you didn't get a title shot? You were cracking under the pressure Immune. Cracking not because you couldn't handle it, but cracking because everyone was getting that spotlight but you. Your a narcicist Immune. You have to be the center of attention. The center of everyone's universe. And that didn't happen. So instead of picking up your fat gut and finishing with aggression, you packed up your bags and took the first bus out of town. The reason I think Psycho Jester got his title shot WHEN HE RETURNED was because he earned it. Not because he was given it. Now you can go and blame anyone for your past mistroubles Immune, but come this Monday you will have no one to blame your loss on....but....YOURSELF!!!

A gust of wind comes from nowhere and extinguishes all the candles in the room. The camera is left in complete darkness. Suddenly a small flame is seen, growing with every second. The picture comes to full view, a picture of Immune burning on fishing line and dangling in the dark. Suddenly the picture falls to the ground and burns out.

(The scene opens up with a shot of Hardcore Tony in a dark, dreary area looking straight into the camera.)

Tony: This week on XPW’s Grudge I step back into the spotlight. I will be involved in a four way, one fall to a finish contest against three top wrestlers in XPW. Number one.... Ken Nogeuira.

*We see a few clips of Ken in action.*

Tony: Ken, I’ve watched you over the past months while I was working my way up to XPW. I don’t know what to think, really. Saw your group abandon you, saw Enigma injure you... Saw you crumble to the ground. I’m still not too sure about you, but im pretty sure you’re a useless piece of trash. Then there’s DJ Jones, the former Continental Champion of the world.

*We see clips of DJ.*

Tony: Now, DJ im not too sur eon you. Don’t know a tremendous amount... but I do know that you were the continental champion for a very short time. You even lost the belt to your partner, your buddy from Full Metal, Jesse Owusu. I don’t consider you much of a threat, either.

*Tony clears his throat, then takes a sip of his Bud.*

Tony: Then we have the most useless man on the roster.... Tim Timmons.

*We see clips of Timmons.*

Tony: Tim, we’ve met more than once and it’s a displeasure each and every time, okay? I have nothing more to say to you.... I hope you stay out of my way on Monday so people actually remember me in a match. Because If im in there with you, people don’t care.

(The scene closes out.)

The dimly room attracts the feeling of security, the candles shadows dance on the wall in rythym with the music playing overhead. The fans sit and listen as Sully Erna of Godsmack does an accoustic version of Running Blind. The view pans around the room, until it focuses in on DJ Jones sitting in the far back corner. His blond mohawk, black bandana and tattoos distinctly set him apart from the rest of the crowd. He slowly picks up his glass and sips on the ice cubed chilled brandy in the glass. The amber colored liquid settles back down as he puts his glass on the table. His concentration is on the music, but when the camera comes in closer it shifts. He now eerily watches the movement of the crowd and the camera, his eyes darkened by the bandana.

DJ: So I guess I haven't been pulling my weight around XPW lately. I guess losing to Botchtista last week made Ant second guess my abilities? Well as they say, "All is fare in love and war". So professional wrestling is my love and stepping in the ring each night y war. Not Nicky fudgepacking War, but an actual war. A lot of people don't know much about me. I have hid things from people within this organization. So I guess this is kind of my reality check. Stop the lies and bullshit.

DJ takes another sip of the brandy.

DJ: God I love alcohol. It calms me down. Soothes the "savage beast" within. Stops me from crossing over that imaginary boundary and going too far. But how far is too far? Is it when we are dead? Or is it when we have no other way of getting out of a situation but fighting? You see I believe the second meaning. You back uyourself into a corner that all you CAN do is fight your way out. I know that's what I did and that's how I got this match with three....coutn them....three......other superstars. Well maybe two superstars and a kid who didn't take his ridilun. But before I get into my opponents I would like to address something to them all. I am a member of the faction known as Full Metal. A triad of superstars who are in as a team for one reason. To dominate. And so far Full Metal is dominating the Continental Division. But what is going to happen at Lock and Load? I guess everyone will have to tune in and see. But as for this upcoming Monday night Grudge, I stand alone. And does anyone know what that means? It means I am going to fight tooth and nail to get the victory I so deserve. I'm going to pin either Ken Noguiera, Tim Timmons or Hardcore Tiny....I mean Tony. Actually that is an insult to the former King of the Cage Champion Tiny. Your more like a Hardcore Hak. All talk and no bite. Well not a dangerous bite anyways. Your bite is like that of a teething baby Tony. Just trying so hard to pierce the skin, but only leaving slight marks. You see I heard what you said the other day Tony. Well lack of what you said. If my memory serves me right, and I quote 'You even lost the belt to your partner, your buddy from Full Metal, Jesse Owusu. I don’t consider you much of a threat', well I guess someone took notice. News flash. Jesse beat not only me but Randy Harris as well. If you even have an ounce of decent functioning brain matter, you would know that winning a triple threat match is hard on it's own. But I guess you never got that in that neanderthal thick cranium on your shoulders. I guess you just have this imaginary ego that makes you this unstoppable man who can't be defeated? Another news flash boyo. You haven't beaten anyone that would even make me turn my head to notice. Your just a gnat on the giant back of the elephant known as XPW. Just an annoyance. And Tony, if you wanna do this verbal bullshit about how I am this and I am that, guess again. I'm not some homeless guy, no offense to the Hobo Nation, that you can beat up and steal his liquor from. I dare you Tony, step into that ring on Monday and get in my way. I'll slap you so hard in the mouth I'll knock your teeth out and they will be calling you "Toothless" Tony.

DJ takes another sip of his brandy as Sully Erna goes into an accoustic version of Whatever.

DJ: Now next on my list of people to talk about is the first superstar besides me in this ring. Tim Timmons. Timmy! Timmy! Timmy! Such a disgrace his parents named him twice. But hey I ain't taking you lightly man. I seen your record. Impressive. But what's this I hear you wanna be the next World Champion? Ha. You ain't got the gaulle to hold the title. You abandoned ship Timmy. Left. Quit XPW. Now your back and wanting to bitch and moan and say you were one of the top contenders in this company. But who have you beaten Timmy? Have you beaten Enigma Violator? How bout Venom or Psycho Jester? How bout even Gravedigger? Yeah you heard me right, I said Gravedigger. Well actually you probably beat Gravedigger, but the other guys or men like them you have not. Now don't feel bitter or butt hurt Timmy. I listened to what you said too. As short as it was. I mean do you really think I am intimidated by you? Canada's Finest? What blind, death and dumb girl gave you that moniker? Do you really think you can come back into XPW and just walk out as the World Champion? I pray you bring some talent to this match on Monday because you wanna show me what you plan to do at the Pay Per View this week. Walk in and walk out the victor. Am I right? I know I'm right and you know I'm right. But Timmy, this week on Grudge I don't plan....I'm gonna show a preview. But I ain't looking to far into the future. I will World Champion one day. Maybe at Lock and Load? Maybe at a later time. Who knows. But eventually I will be World Champion. And you Timmy, will just be a faded memory who cracked under the pressure in XPW.

DJ swigs the rest of the Brandy down his throat and slams the glass on the table.

DJ: Now this brings me to my final opponent. Ken Noguiera. Noguiera? What is that? Chilian? Czech? Oh wait, it's Portuguese. Hmm. Exotic. But here's the facts Ken. The only Noguiera that turned heads was your carpet loving sister. And you somehow terminated her contract. Why Ken? Why? I mean I am not a fan of lesbians, I actually don't like them very much, but she made you noticed. I mean come on man, you threw your only "cash cow" out the door. Face it, without Jessica, was her name Jessica, your a nobody. Hell even your own "teammates" left you for someone better. Man how does it feel to not only have your team leave you high and dry, but get injured in the same night as well? Well that's what I was told. Ken do the XPW a favor. Stay home next Monday. Heal that injury. And than when it's all healed up and good to go.....find another line of work. The way I see it, professional wrestling doesn't want you Ken. Also I noticed that "Hardcore Male Porn Star" Tony and "Canada's Funniest" have said something. But you Ken, you haven't said spit. Let's do everyone a favor and keep it that way.

DJ stands up from the table and walks towards the exit. Before he leaves, he turns around and looks at the camera again.

DJ: Remember, I am the Omega. I am your end.

DJ Jones leaves the establishment as the camera pans back to Sully finishing his set and fades to black

*The camera now focuses on a black female holding a purple spray can., slouching at the back of the wall. She stares at the spray can oddly and then looks at the camera, signifying the cameraman that she is about to say something.*

Female: I have been waiting for too long. Waiting to display my skills to millions of XPW fans around the world. Waiting to prove to everyone who knows me that I have changed. Waiting to get a shot at gold. I know many divas had said they are not just a pretty face, but I feel like I am the real deal. I mean, I am young; I have experience when it comes to wrestling and managing a successful team, I have the looks, the charisma, and I definitely have what it takes to be the best. Therefore, this is a message to all the XPW divas backstage. Get ready for the impact…….MY IMPACT!

*The female then turns around and starts spray painting on the same wall she was laying on and then smirks at the camera.*

Female: These suckers are not ready for this…

The female then leaves the scenery while the camera focuses on the word “Next XPW Woman Champion, Gabriel Michaels” written in bright purple colours

OMG welcome back Immune!

I've been defeated and brought down
Dropped to my knees when hope ran out
The time has come to change my ways

Scene fades in to the sight of Tim Timons paceing back and forth in his locker room with a look of anger upon his face as the camera shifts over to the television where it shows the promo from Dj Jones. Tim waks up to his wall slams his fists against the wall causeing it to echo throughout the locker room.

TT: Dj Jones who do you think you are trying to trash talk me what in the hell have you done to prove that you are better then me, besides your short title reign in XPW the shortest to date as a matter of fact. Jones you asked who have I beaten to deserve the shot at the XPW World Championship well I got news for you I have defeated everyone who has stepped in the ring with me thats more then I can say for you. Jones like you stated my record here in XPW speaks for itself I am the most under rated superstar in this damn company and it makes me sick seeing people like Hardcore Tony and you trying to steal my spotlight when in reality you both have a better chance at getting struck by lighting. For the past month I have destoryed everyone who hs stepped in the ring with me from the bottom of the ladder back to the top from names such as Hardcore Tony to Matthew Strom and Nicky War.

On this day I see clearly everything has come to life
A bitter place and a broken dream
And we'll leave it all, leave it all behind

Tim is still paceing around the locker room but stops when there is a knock at the door and a young blonde walks in with a huge smile upon her face. Tim looks towords her but can't help but to smile back at her as the ladie walks up to Tim and grabs a hold of his arm.

Blonde: Hey Tim, I just wanted to come here and wish you luck with your match this week it is surely going to be tough contest and I am rooting for you baby.

Tim stares at the blonde tilts his head for a breif moment and then begins to speak.

TT: Firstly I don't need luck I am ' Canada's Finest' I am the man that is going to take XPW to new heights that is if or when management gets off there asses and give me the oppertunity in the spotlight. No one knows how long I have waited to finally get an oppertunity to grasp that gold ring at the top of the mountian and plenty of times before I have come close and at Lock n Load my dream will be a reality.

Tim looks at the blonde who looks down at the ground as Tim looks at her and then puts his arm around her as he then looks into the camera.

TT: Dj Jones you went out there and prety much bashed everyone in the 4 way contest and for most part I agree with you considering Hardcore Tony dosen't deserve to be in the same ring with me but yet, once again management is trying to give Hardcore Tony an oppertunity. However Dj Jones you as well are trying to come back and make a name for yourself and while you have been sitting on your ass at home it has been I kicking ass and taking names and besides the fact I am more talented and have more charisma then you that makes me better then you in each and every way.

I'll never long for what might have been
Regret won't waste my life again
I won't look back
I'll fight to remain:

Tim walks over to the television stares at it for a brief moment and then picks it up and huffs it against the wall causeing the television to shatter to millions of pieces.

TT: Dj Jones you have no idea who in the hell you are messing with, you have no idea what I can do in that ring I am a machine when it comes to wrestleing there is nobo who can do better then me at what I do. It seems everytime someone wants there shot in the spotlight they get it handed to tem where as I have to work my ass off to get where I am and atleast I can say I earned my shot unlike you who pretty much was kissing ass you got it handed to you... So Dj Jones you must of been born with a sliver spoon in your mouth because you think you can just walk in here and act all tough and mighty, well I see just exactly wha your trying to do and let me tell you something as your ego forums and with your cockieness it is going to be what causes you in the long run. Jones I don't care if you think I am impressive because the fact of the matter is I knew that from the start anything you can do I can better. When it comes to wrestling I can do it better when it comes to being a Champion, guess what, I can do that better to cant you see Dj Jones all your doing is waisting your time you stand a cold chance in hell of beating me this week I am sorry to burst your bubble junior but this is not a place for little pups this is the Big Dogs yard and I am without a shadow of a doubt one of the big dogs. Once again Dj Jones, When you do something that actually shows me that you deserve my respect and shows that you are better then me then and only then wil I agree but right now your just a little punk who is writeing checks his ass cant cash.

On this day I see clearly everything has come to life
A bitter place and a broken dream
And we'll leave it all behind

On this day its so real to me
Everything has come to life
Another chance to chase a dream
Another chance to feel
Chance to feel alive

The blonde girl kisses Tim on the cheek and then runs his fingers gently over his shoulder and down his arms as she smiles.

Blonde: Tim I get excited when I hear my man tell it how it is because we both know that you are the man here in XPW, we know that there is no one who is going to stand in your as you make your way up the ladder of XPW and at Lock n Load your time to shine will no longer be hidden behinde black clouds.

Tim looks at the blonde and smiles as he slowly turns his attention back to the camera.

TT: Ken we have fought in the past and we have also been team mates we know one another very well but weither your a friend or foe this week will not be any different from what I have planned at the pay per view. Ken you have tryed to defeat me once before but like many you have failed to do so and with that very reason Ken you are no threat to me but I will be keeping an eye on you just incase you plan on cheating your way to the top because that would be a cold day in hell before I let that happen.

Fear will kill me, all I could be
Lift these sorrows
Let me breathe, could you set me free
Could you set me free

TT: Then there was one... Hardcore Tony you have been on my back since I kicked your ass in the battle royal and on that day I was ashamed that I had to be in the very ring as you and then a week later I kicked your ass one on one once again. Tony what are you trying to prove are you ever going to give up, face it man you cant beat me you just don't have what it takes so do yourself a favor curtain jocky... Stay Out Of My Way....

Tim face turns red with anger but the blonde girl stands in front of him gives him a kiss and then backs off to the side of Tim where she is pulling on Tim's arm.

Blonde: Tim lets forget about your match right now we have other things to attend to.

Tim stares in the camera as the blonde slowly waks off set and the camera shifts towards her and then back to Tim who watched her leave. Tim gose to walk off set but stops and grins.

TT: Survive If I let You, Beat Me If You Can.

On this day I see clearly everything has come to life
A bitter place and a broken dream
And we'll leave it all behind
On this day its so real to me
Everything has come to life
Another chance to chase a dream
Another chance to feel
Chance to feel alive

Scene fades out::

We see DJ Jones sitting on a wooden chair in the middle of an abandoned building. Nothing around him but a bottle of water at his feet. A boarded up window on the wall, small cracks of sunlight pouring through. But DJ is alone. Sitting there alone while the camera records.

DJ: First of all I would like everyone to see the conditions of my location. Nothing fancy. Nothing extravagant. Just simple. Dull and simple. But if you look close enough, this is an old bomb shelter. A fall out shelter as they were called. Now your all probably asking yourself why I am videotaping myself in here. Well it's actually kind of ironic or metaphoric if you ask me. You see at one time this shelter was used to protect people from bombs if there ever was an attack on the United States or even a nuclear attack. People would store their food in places like this and if a siren went off, they would run to these and hide. Seal themselves in here until the threat was over. Now your asking why am I talking about fallout shelters when I should be talking about my match this week? Again it's quite simple. This fallout shelter is a symbol. A symbol kind for me. My fallout shelter protected me from everything, even Sam's death. I came here to protect myself in a proverbial way, from the real world. Well now my "threat" is over and I have come out of my fallout shelter. When I wrestled Botchtista last week and lost, I came to a realization. It's time to kick some ass or get out. I chose to kick ass, and that starts this week on Grudge. To leave when things got to hard or painful for me would be the cowards way of getting out. But it's not in my nature to be a coward. You see I was in the United States Marines at one point in my life. Tough as nails. Tufflehundens. Devil dogs. Hounds from hell. Any way you some it up, some tough motherfuckers. I lost that edge I had. But thinking back on my Corps days, it began to come back. Now I am full of that same gall, that same aggression and intensity level. So be prepared come Monday night. A new DJ Jones will emerge. One full of hate and rage. One on a path for dominance in XPW. But first I have to get through this little tangle in my fatal four way match.

DJ reaches down and picks up the bottle of water. He calmly sips some water and places it back in it's original place.

DJ: Now usually someone would respond to anything anyone says about them with the same childish demeanor. But I like to state facts as well. So excuse me if I become an ass with what I am going to say. First, Timmy you wanna go around and say that I run my mouth and talk shit when I don't have anything to back it up with? Son you better get on the train. I know my record ain't impressive as of late. Hell it ain't impressive at all. But I was voted in by the fans at Wicked Web Wednesday to fight for the Continental Title. I faced Jay Williams and Randy Harris in that bout. And guess what? I walked out of WWW as the Continental Champion. I did what I said I was going to do that time. I walked in the underdog. Randy was on a hot streak and Williams was the Champ. I walked out, and in the process pinning Randy, to become the Continental Champion. Looking back on your record son, you ain't won jack shit since your first tenure here in XPW. Not titles. Do you know what that means Timmy? It means I have tasted XPW gold before. It means the taste lingers in your mouth. It's a sweet taste. I guess every title win is like that. But not every title is in the XPW. Just a select few. And even before you go around and say you won this title and that title, let me tell you something. They don't weigh in on smack here in XPW. This is a whole different ball game. A different level of competition. This is the level where people go that is near the border of insanity and murder. You have to give 120% in each match. You can say your ready for it Timmy, but deep down you need to ask yourself if you can handle it? I'm prepared to go through hell to get just a single victory. I'm prepared to go through hell in our fatal four way match and come out the victor. But the difference between me and you Timmy is I am prepared to nearly kill and maim if I have too. You probably would get queezy if you even saw the guts of a man lying on the ground. You don't scare me and you never will Timmy.

DJ reaches down and grabs his bottle of water again. He takes a nice chug than puts it back on the ground at his feet.

DJ: Timmy, you wanted to go on record and state that you are the most under rated superstar on this roster? In all honesty that sounds like the biggest bitch on the roster. Do you really expect people to be intimidated by you when all you do is cry over and over about the same damn thing? Come on man. Your a full grown adult. Act it! Do go around and pull these high school style antics. The time is now to put up or shut up Timmy. No more bitching. No more crying. Put it all on the line in our fatal four way. Prove to everyone out there that you deserve the chance to carry the XPW World Title. Maybe people would glance a little bit more at you if you can actually pull off something impressive. Being undefeated for the past month is new kid. Hell I think Enigma Violator went undefeated for five months before he lost. Hell Venom held his first XPW World Title for four months and eight days. His second title run was five months and twenty five days. That is impressive Timmy. Hell if I wanted to bring out Legends of XPW, how about Iron Man or X-Pac? Both men are former World Champions. Both men have held that title impressively. But you Timmons, your title runs aren't impressive. Oh I'm sorry....you haven't won a title in XPW yet. So I do not know where the hell you can even fathom the idea that you are in my league. Win some gold first. That might just put you on the same level as me. Cocky? No. I'm confident Timmy. Confident in my abilities to walk into Grudge, beat some tail, and walk out after my hand is raised.

DJ gets up, stretches, than sits back down.

DJ: Timmy do you really think I have a better chance of being struck by lightning than stealing your spotlight? I've been struck by lightning before. It sucks. The odds of getting struck twice are more appealing if you like to gamble. But anyways, who said I was trying to steal your spotlight? You got to have the spotlight first Timmy before someone can steal it. You my friend have not had it yet or not that very for people to care. And I applaud you for "starting" at the bottom of the ladder and working your way up. But dude, Hardcore Tony is a laughing matter of an opponent. Storm and War, two of the guys that make up Revolution, are getting a Tag Team title shot at Grudge. AND they also have one of the best mentors in the business in Venom. Though beating them is impressive, it still didn't get you anything worth weight. Your not in a title match like they are. If those were such impressive wins Timmy, why aren't you facing Jesse or Rufus for their titles? Answer. No one cares that your in XPW. Your like the Repo Man from WWE. A nice laugh. Now that I think about it Timmy, you contradicted your own words when you decided to try and speak last time. First you accuse me and Hardcore Tony of stealing your spotlight. Than you went and said that management should give you the spotlight you so deserve? Which is it kid? Is it you have the spotlight or you deserve the spotlight? Me, I don't care which ever one they give you. But I will say this. Once Lock and Load is over, your going to be fighting Rufus or Botchtista for lunches. Now you also said you had "talent" and "charisma"? A lot more than me and that also makes you better than me? My formula for a superstar is this Timmy, 99% "don't give a shit, shoot you if I have to bad ass talented dude" and 1% emotion. The one percent emotion is so you don't go too far and kill your opponent. It's ok though. The good thing about engineering is this. You can always rebuild. And Timmy I want you to rebuild yourself. I want you to put on a nice red and white dress, some nice high heels,pull your blonde hair back and than go stand on a street corner in the Northwest territory with all the other cry babies from Canada.
DJ picks up his water bottle, but chugs the rest of it down than throws it off camera on the ground.

DJ: Finally, you said XPW is a place where the big dogs place Timmy. I'm just a little pup and I don't deserve to be here? Did you smoke some dope or something? Are you high? Am I the one going around and biting off more than I could chew? In some people's minds yes. But in my mind.....no. I know how much I can take Timmy. You don't know how much I could take. Hell the first Grudge after I won my Continental Title, I faced the former World Champion Kenua. I lost that match, but I stood up to that big dog. You Timmy....I think it's time to put you to sleep. Because after this Monday, after I win, your going to go back to your little feud with Hardcore Tony. Opening bout status again. I'm going to love busting your little pegs down so you fall Timmy. Fall down the ranks and right where you belong....fighting for the Vixen's Championship. Maybe one of those girls can show you a thing or two on how to wrestle. But enough senseless chit chat here Timmy. Enough about you and me facing each other. Enough about how "tough" you really think you are. The time to man up is now. The time to face your fears is now. The time to come BACK to reality is now. The time to face your end......is now.

DJ Jones gets up from his chair and walks off screen. The ceiling begins to crumble and than caves in, knocking the camera over and breaking it.