X-Rated: “Alright, I got my tights, my boots, clothes, clean underwear, toothbrush, tooth paste, shaving kit. Hmmm, why do I feel like there is something I’m forgetting?”

{X-Rated goes through his bag one more time, shuffling through everything}

X-Rated: “What in the hell am I forgetting? I have already made sure my jet is ready for the trip; my wife is at her folks for the weekend with the baby. What am I forgetting?”

{Suddenly the phone rings, X-Rated picks it on the second ring}

X-Rated: “Hello? Speaking……….Yeah, I got them, not that they helped much, they basically just proved what I already figured………Well, I can see why I gave it up, that’s for sure………………..Oh, I’m not. Frankly he should be grateful that he has a job in the ICWL……………………No it’s ok, it’s better then nothing, I appreciate it. I sent them back tonight via currier so you should have them first thing in the morning………Alright, talk to you later.”

{X-Rated hangs up the phone, then a puzzled look comes over his face.}

X-Rated: “Now, what the hell am I forgetting?”

{X-Rated looks around the room scratching his head.}

X-Rated “OH yeah, the Champaign for my celebration party! I paid top dollar for it, to forget it would be a complete waste, and well who wants to see perfectly good Champaign go to waste?”

{X-Rated walks out of the master bedroom, to the bar. He reaches into the wine fridge and pulls out a bottle of Krug Clos de Mesnil 1995 vintage}

X-Rated: “Here we go. Only the best for my celebration, then again, I guess I could go with the 1989 Vintage? No, I will save that for after I have beaten Bane and captured the ICWL World Heavyweight Championship for a second time, and go on to beat my own record.”

{X-Rated walks back to the master bedroom and places the bottle into another bag. He zips up all the bags, about three in total, and carries them out into the living room}

X-Rated: “Finally, ready to go. Just 24 hours until I’m the #1 Contender for the ICWL World Champion. Sure there are 11 other men that stand between myself and that goal. But come on look at who those other 11 men are. WE have 4 new comers, one washed up gangsta wannabe, one that I proved to by a liar last week, one puppet, one that’s ego is bigger then his wives fake breasts, A follower, a ‘specially challenged’ individual, and finally one that can’t keep his lips off the Champions ass. All four new comers have claimed the same thing, not only a victory, but that they are going to be the next Legend in the ICWL. Well, Evans, Juvenile Juice, H.G. Hitster, and Bolt. I want you to listen and listen closely, you are looking at the only legend the ICWL has produced in more then 2 years. I am the fastest rising start in the ICWL’s long and decorated history. What you four are striving to be, is ME! But as we all know, there is only one True Talent in the ICWL. I am the best the ICWL has ever had, hell I should already be in the damn Hall of Fame. Your legend may begin this Saturday, but sadly, it ends the same night! None have you have proven anything, or shown an ounce of talent, honestly, I’m surprised all four of you are able to get yourselves dressed in the morning. I have this Tournament clenched, it’s mine to win.”

X-Rated: “Now, as for Killah Sin, I’m glad to see you have come out of retirement, however, I think you were better off at home. Sinister you aren’t the man you once were, you’re not even a shell of your former self. You thought yourself a the king, a god among men, now you are nothing more then a peasant, a mortal. You may be a Hall of Famer, you may even be a former Champion, but that is the theme of your current career. You’re former, you’re beyond washed up. The sad part it, that in this Tournament, a new comer is going to make it further then you do!”

{X-Rated looks down at his watch}

X-Rated: “I have a few more minutes. So that brings me to Angel of Death, and Brandon McCain. I have beaten both of these men in the past, Angel of Death time and time again. AOD, it’s time you realize that you don’t have what it takes to stand up to the True Talent. You should know, if your ass makes it to the Finials, it’s over for you. You have been an eyesore on the ICWL roster for far to long, and hopefully, after Saturday you will realize that, and finally hang up the boots, and move on with your life! You have rode coat tails since you arrived in the ICWL, aligning yourself with people that are capable of carrying you with them, people like Bane. This time, Bane isn’t going to be there to carry you. This time you have to do all on your own, and I think we both know, there is no way that is going to happen. So spare yourself the embarrassment, and just give up now. And McCain, you never had what it took to be in the ICWL, why you returned defies normal logic. The pair of you shouldn’t have been in my Tournament, nor should you been on my roster, so I have spent more then enough time on you two.”

X-Rated: “Marionette, and JJ Crawford, two of the most long winded bastards to be employed, I think you two just like to hear yourself talk. Because to be honest with you, I see your lips flapping none stop, but neither of you really say a whole lot. You just keep going and going, your worse then the damn Energizer Bunny. With the amount of hot air you two spew, we could all by flying in balloons. The pair of you need to shut up, and listen for a change. You are nothing, never have been, never will be. Crawford, you think you should be the #1 contender, but you have not done a damn thing to prove it to anyone. You claim a few victories over people that mean very little. I don’t mean that as any disrespect to Chris Cage, but who is he in the ICWL. He’s new, and has a lot of promise, but in the grand scheme of things, he means nothing yet. Shut up, step up and prove yourself as worthy to be here! You were nothing with Dark Forces, and you are even less without them!”

X-Rated: “So there you have it, 11 useless tools, and one true talent, do the math. The tournament is already over, your looking at the #1 contender, hell, I should be the #1 contender for both the World Championship and the United States Championship. Now, I have to get going as my plane is set to take over in about 45 minutes.”

-=With that X-Rated grabs his bags and head to the Elevator. The doors slide open as X-Rated walks in. He pushes a button on the wall, the doors slide closed as the camera fades out. =-