[[It is creeping up, isn't it? Can't you smell it in the air? The air is thick with anticipation for Supremacy. It is so thick you can cut it with a knife. Are you looking forward to Supremacy? Are you ready for the beginning of the end for the Ultimate Authority? Are you ready to see a revolution, a coup de ta, if you will? Odin Paige is ready. He is ready to hold class. He is ready to teach once again. Exile taught him everything he knows about the wrestling industry. And I am the man who made Sean Corbin, and will now make Kris Jakson and Salensky. Without that education from Odin Paige, these two would still be a curtain jerking jobber. When you think about it, whenever a student challenges the teacher, 99.9 percent of the time, the teacher shows why the teacher taught and the student learned. Will Supreme follow the trend or will it be the exception to the rule?]]

*The scene opens up at the border of Canada (otherwise known as America, Jr.) and the United States of America. Odin Paige is driving Exy's trademark jet-black 2002 Lincoln Navigator as he slows to be questioned by the border patrol. The rather large, disgustingly fatbodied border patrolman approaches the Navigator as Odin rolls down the window.*

Patrolman: Hello, sir. As standard procedure, I must ask you some questions before allowing you to enter the great country of Canada, eh.

Odin: Alright.

Patrolman: Do you have any baggage with you?

Odin: Yes. I have a couple suitcases full of clothes and a laptop computer in a case.

Patrolman: Did you pack your luggage yourself?

Odin: No. Last night I called up Carrottop, Florence Henderson, and Martha Stewart and they came over to my room and we packed them together. Afterwards we drank a few beers and ran a train. They left near dawn, all satisfied.

Patrolman: Sir, have you been in possession of your bags ever since you packed them?

Odin: ((saracastic)) No. As a ritual, I set my bags down in the middle of the lobby overnight, just so the glare of the moonlight reflects off of them.

Patrolman: You sir are a smartass.

Odin: And you sir, are a fatass like Hen.

*Odin cracks a smartass smile.*

Patrolman: Finally sir, are you carrying any thing that could be considered a weapon of terror?

Odin: Well, I have a tub of anthrax in the back, and I have a megaton a-bomb under my seat. Do those count?

Patrolman: Just proceed into the country, sir.

*Paige floors the gas pedal into Canada, spinning his tires all the way as the scene fades into the interior of his Navigator.*

Odin: What a jackass. Yeah, if I was a terrorist, would I really tell him? Why the hell are they asking me those questions? Yeah, I, a worldwide personality and millionaire, am going to blow up some shit or kill thousands of people in a terrorist attack. I know this isn't politically correct, but I could understand them asking those questions to a man of my age that is from Saudi Arabia or Yemen. Well I guess I shouldn't say that, because now it looks like we have some domestic terrorists, too. Well, fuck them. I still don't deserve to be treated like I am a potential terrorist. Speaking of jackasses, guess who comes to mind. Yes, that is right, Kris Jakson and Matt Salensky are a jackasses. Jakson from canada.. or sure as hell acts like it.

*Odin reaches into his center console and pulls out a cigarette and lights it.*

Odin: I admire Matt Salensky. Now I know what you all are saying right now, 'Did Paige just say he admires Salensky Kid?' Why yes, yes he did. I admire the fact that he is trying to be like me and Exile included. He uses the word fuck as much as he can, but he just can't use it with the flare and in the spirit of the word like I can. I mean I could say fuck as every other word and everyone would know what I am saying. I communicate my thoughts effectively. Whenever Matt puts a microphone to his mouth and begins to speak, everyone says, 'What is this jackass saying? Is he trying to impress us with his thorough knowledge of the word fuck?' Everyone loses interest. No one cares what Salensky says. Can anyone remember a time when Salensky OR Jakson has ever said anything that mattered or significantly contributed to the success of a show or DRWF as a whole? I didn't think so. Hell, even in that whole little Lethal Lottery tag match he and I will be in, he'll do the big J-O-B to us, right.... Now I know Salensky will say, 'So what? Paige jobbed to the Sexual Harrassment Panda.' Yeah, that would be a great comment, if I wouldn't have had two cracked vertabrae in my neck, courtesy of that big, bad, English basterd now deceased Pumped and PBF at Death Warrant (thanks for that Matt, thats where your respect kicks in).

*Kano deeply inhales the cigarette smoke, savoring its deadly, cancerous smoke. If only it was real...*

Odin: Is there really any doubt that Jakson and Salensky is going to be taken to school by me at Supremacy? Who the hell has eitehr of them ever beaten of any stature here in DRWF? Look at my resume. I have beaten Corbin, Jackrabbit, former DS champ PBF, Pumped (dont really count) , beat Ace to a pulp and crushed him with a forklift, Ive taken Deniro to school, and so on. I am not some run-of-the-mill seasoned veteran. I am not some old has-been who can barely walk and is still clenching on to his delusions of grandeur like IcE or Ace. I am a 23 year old LEGEND. I will soon have been to the promised land of DRWF, and I have been to the bowels of hell. I am still here, still rocking as hard as I can. I am still putting the asses in the seats. I am still entertaining, and at Supreme, I will beat Jakson and Salensky, and I will become the number one contender to the DS title. I will then go on to become the next, next, my God, next Eternal Champion. And that is why at Supreme, I will show the whole world, and teach
my new student why I am WHAT REAL LEGENDS ARE MADE OF.

*The scene fades to black as Odin floors his gas pedal once again to head into the beautiful city of Toronto, Canada.*