{The scene fades in, at a bus stop in Manchester. Reject, wearing a hooded jumper which reads "Human Sacrifice" and on the back...Reject, as well as a pair of training jeans, and his Intercontinental Championship Belt over his broud shoulder is standing, waiting for the bus. He has a frown on his face, as he looks at the people around him, an old granny with her shopping from Sainsbury's, a blind man with a guide dog, and some kids wearing Sugababes T-Shirts.}

Reject: Why? Why does RWF continuously leave me out in the cold, leave me to catch a bus instead of pay for a limo. Why RWF? I am your Intercontinental Champion, and you leave me out here in the rain with a bunch of yellow bellied punks? RWF, you are playing games with me here, very very very DANGEROUS GAMES at that. Sure, you corporate suits with your little "CEO" and your stupid little half prezs can have a great old laugh at Reject's expense huh?

NOT ANY MORE!!! The games are going to be over, it isn't funny anymore. No longer will I stand idly by, watching you hand the RWF World Title to whoever the hell you like this month. Gangzta, you talk about your little "way of life", your little Gangzta's way, but let me tell you, champ, NO LONGER will RWF be a Gangzta's paradise to you, your brother Criminal...your Brother Con...your pet bird, Ill Eagle, your prostitute of a mom.

The outlaw family...yeah right. Gangzta, you think you can just ignore me, Reject me, like everyone else has done their whole life. But Gangzta, unlike you, I am not a simple "Craze", a "fad", I am here, I am here to stay, and you better take notice, because, little boy, I know a lot more about you and your stupid little family than you could imagine in your wildest dreams. Gangzta, I hold a secret that is darker than the odds that have been put against me for Thunder, this so called "Show".

Sure, I have been forced to tag with Sephiroth, a former world champion, all that means is that I not only have to watch my back from the given enemy, but my supposed partner! This could be a well oiled plan, a Conspiracy against One, against Reject. The Dangerous Games seem to continue, but they will all end on Tuesday!

{Just then, the bus pulls up. Reject climbs aboard, pays his fee and takes a seat on his own. He looks up at the small TV Set, which is displaying some recent RWF Promos. Reject watches them, then stands up, and shouts...}

Reject: {Shouting at the top of his voice} IT ENDS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Old Granny sitting in front of him: No it doesn't, there's three more stops!

Reject: Urgh! Please...stop talking, let me enjoy the silence while I can, because I won't get the chance at Thunder.

{Someone tips him on the back.}

Person: REJECT, MY MAN!!!

{Reject turns around, recognising the face from HKWF...}

Reject: Jack Ask! What are you doing in England?

{It is Jack Ask, interviewer and journalist from HKWF, now employed in GZW.}

Jack Ask: Ah well, GZW were in town for the Dark Horizon Pay Per View, and they sent me out scouting for some new blood. I think you are what they are looking for Reject. John Profit is now in control, HKWF are there, it'd be just like going home!

Reject: Jack, look at me. I am the RWF IC Champion, I am here in RWF, for a reason, and that is to prove that the name Real Wrestling Federation is true, and to finally get some respect!

Jack: Fine...but keep in mind, this is the Offer of a Lifetime!

Reject: {Sighs} Oh well, here's my stop. The games are over, Jack. Over.

{Reject gets up, and walks to the door. He takes a look back at Jack Ask, who is grinning hopefully. Reject turns, and walks out into the rain, and steps inside the gates of the RWF Arena. The bus passes, as do several cars, and the scene eventually fades to black.}