Joe, why are you pacing like that, you're bothering me!

Got to get in the right state of mind for what I'm about to do.

The handicap match?

Fuck no, I don't want to waste anymore time than I have to thinking about that worthless training session. I'm about to do a charity show down on the entertainment part of the casino, GI and I are going to have a match.

Really? Against who?

Kanich and JJ. It's just a charity exhibition match, classic tag style stuff.

Well no wonder you have to get psyched, this should be a good match to see!

The scene fades

What's this for? I'm about to kick your ass you want me to talk?

No way Joe, I'm gonna beat you, but these fans want to hear about your matchup this Wednesday, I think you should give out a promo for your "opponents".

How about we fight, then I do a promo in my victory?

Haha, good one. Let's go then.

Joe pairs off with Crawford at ringside as GI throws Kanich into the ring. GI fires some right hands at Kanich but he ducks and spins GI into a Knee Lift. Kanich fires some left hands before going for the Irish Whip. GI counters and sends Kanich into the ropes, catching him with a Belly to Belly Suplex! Joe heads to his corner after a brawl as JJ Crawford staggers onto the apron. GI gets a kick to the midsection and heads for the DDT but is pushed into the ropes and almost decapitated with a Clothesline. Kanich tags in Crawford and together they take down GI with a Double Suplex. Kanich heads to the apron as Crawford applies a Reverse Chin Lock. GI escapes the hold with the Snapmare before catching JJ with a Super Kick! GI hits a Snap Suplex before tagging in Joe Cool. Joe immediately hits a Lionsault for the near fall before heading to the top rope. He looks for a Hurricanranna but is sent to the canvas with a Power Bomb. Crawford grabs Joe�s legs and clamps him in the Texas Cloverleaf. GI heads to the top rope and breaks the hold with a Flying Clothesline. GI rolls onto his feet and cheap shots Kanich off the apron before being forced back to his corner by the referee. Joe hits a Drop Kick to Kanich for the two count before heading to the top rope. Kanich leaps back onto the apron and grabs Joe�s legs! The referee enters the struggle between Kanich and Joe Cool as JJ Crawford gets to his feet and drags GI into the ring. Joe Cool manages to clock Kanich and send him crashing to ringside before diving off of the top rope with a Missile Drop Kick!! Cool then ducks a right hand from Crawford and nailing a Tornado DDT!! Joe then goes to the top rope and delivers the One Step Closer!! ONE...TWO...THREE!!

After the match, Joe helps his friend JJ up and GI and Kanich reenter the ring as the fans give them all a standing ovation. They are thanked for putting on such a great match all for the benefit of charity.

Joe, you promised a promo, deliver a promo..the fans want to hear it man.

No way man, you can't let me take all the stardom here.

Hell no, we're going to hit the bar for a celebration party!

Haha yeah you go do that, I got to entertain the fans!

So let's see here. What should I talk about with you people, huh? How about my opponents, for ICW's PPV from right here in Las Vegas? Yeah, let's talk about them. It seems to me that these two guys, are both on different pages. From what I can see, NE Existance must not be the thinker, and Bob Rocket must be the brains of the operation. So, since Bob is actually making me respect him through his actions, I'll get to him first.

Mr. Rocket, I'm beginning to see some respect for you. Whether or not I keep it depends on how you fare in this Wednesday's handicap match. And why do I have respect for you all of a sudden? The answer is simple. You showed me some respect. You didn't sit there, after watching my promos, my matches, and think it's gonna be a breeze to get by me. That alone, means that you are deserving of the same respect as anyone.

You sat there in your promo, and talked about how you have the heart to win. I'm glad you do, because I wouldn't want to have this match if your heart wasn't in it. My heart goes with every fan in every arena, in every match I ever take part in. When I leap off the top with the One Step Closer, as much as that KILLS my ribs everytime I land it, I know it's going to win me the match, and it's showing that I have the heart of the business. Any lesser man, wouldn't use it anymore after the first time, if it hurts them. Hell, I broke my jaw, because I jumped off on the outside of the ring, sending Reaper through a table. I wasn't too sure I'd hit it perfect, but I did it anyway. Hell, if I had to, I'd do it again. That's heart, and if that's the kind of heart you have, well then I'm going to be in a lot of trouble from you. But you know what, I'll gladly pay for it, if you have to eat some humble pie.

Joe then smiles as he thinks about the other half of the team, and the match.

Then we have Mr. Existance. To quote JJ: "Who in deeee blue fucking hell do you think you are?" I mean, honestly. At least Bob Rocket, your tag team partner, has enough guts to step up and say: "I might lose, but I'm gonna try my damndest not to." You come back with petty insults. I mean, come on. The only reason I act like certain people are fucking idiots, is because certain people are. Like you! You, NE Existance, are the perfect fucking example, of a fucking idiot. Why kind of idiot, calls a wrestler who could easily kick his ass, retarded, fat, and lazy? Have you seen me? Look at me!

Do I fucking look fat to you? Jeez how moronic could you be? That's why I have to stop, and say things slllloooooowwwwww so you can understand me. That's why I had to give a fucking definition. Man, the only reason it might seem like elementary school to you, is because that's where your education stopped! I can see you sitting in class now.
"Ok class, let's spell now. Who would like to start, how about Mr. Existance?"
"Oh I don't know maam, I'm not very good at spelling."
"Nonsense. Spell these words. Cat, Dog, Hamster, and Bicycle"
"Ok. D-O-G, Cat. C-A-T, Dog. N-E-E-X-I-S-T-A-N-C-E..um...S-U-C-K-S, that's how you spell hamster. And bicycle...um....B-Y-I-S-Y-K-12-47-U-L..bicycle."

Man, I almost feel sorry for you back in your elementary days. Almost. I mean, saying that I could not beat you if I brought The Pac, and the US army? That's not cocky, that's STUPID. That's like saying you can fight the entire ICW roster in a handicap match and win. Which you can't, nor ever could. You say you're a better wrestler, which I doubt, I mean, I REALLY doubt it. Your brain is too far gone to have more focus or more brain power, the only desire you have is to make yourself look retarded, which you do flawlessly. Hell, you don't even need my help to look stupid, you do a very good job on your own. It's obvious Rocket is carrying your team. By the way, I'm the Smooth Criminal and The Cool One, but not "the smooth one." Listen next time, maybe you won't seem like a big dumbass. I mean, you said, and I quote: "I can make you scream in pain, without breaking one of your ones." One of my ones?! What the fuck?

We may choose the path, but our destiny is pre-determined. My destiny, I have no know idea where I'll end up on Earth, but I know where I'm going in the afterlife, because I choose the right path. You talk about how I can bring The Pac, and you wouldn't bring anyone, because you have yourselves. Well one, if I brought a Pac member, that would make it a fair 2 on 2 fight, and if I don't, and if hell freezes over and you win, you'd win because it's..gasp..2 on 1! You are making a big thing of you two beating me, when you wouldn't even be doing it fairly! But hey, I'm not complaining, because if I do lose, I sure as hell will not lose to YOU. Let's see the advantages I hold over you. Experience, heart, determination, intellegence, pure wrestling talent, techincal skill, speed, strength, agility, confidence, respect, the support and adoration of the fans, oh forget the list, I have everything better than you! You don't know how to think Existance, your promos show that, your choice in clothing..PINK..show that, and just the way you act shows that.

I wanted a handicap match, No DQ, because I figure you two would need all the help you can get. I mean, really, do you think honestly that you, NE Existance, could beat me one on one? HELL FUCKING NO! And yes, you can have a wrestling match with No DQ rules. I don't plan on using any nefarious means to win the match, I plan on beating you with my pure wrestling ability. Can I use hardcore methods to win my match? Hell yeah. Will I? Hell no. Your army sergeanct may have said what he said, but one of MY role-models, "The Nature Boy" Ric Flair said, "To be the man, you've got to BEAT the man". Until you beat me, you will never be the best, you will never be the man. And the way you're going, you never will.

I'll tell you what, Annie. You think you can beat the Pac? Then how about after I kick your ass, you fight The Perfect Storm, consisting of my brother, GI, and my best friend JJ Crawford. Let's see you beat the Pac then. Hell, then you can fight Phisch, he'll beat you too. But that's in the future, and I'm going to think about the present. You can't beat me, you never will beat me. But I'm not telling you anything, you don't already know.

The scene fades as Joe thanks the fans for coming, and tells them how much money was made, a good amount to go to the cancer research foundation.