:::The scene opens up to Da' New Generation sitting around a table, playing poker. We see Chasey-Duarte Jericho come and sit next to Rex, nagging him about their relationship, but Rex just ignores her. We see the tag titles belonging to Jake and Ravager laying on the leather couch behind the table.:::

Jake Douglas: Looks like those boneheads in the front office finally got smart, they are giving the fans what they want, and that's giving me a title shot.

Kefka: But now Pledge has the belt, didn't you want Z-Pac?

Jake Douglas: Yeah, that means less of an effort that I need to put forth, but I will put it forth nevertheless.

Ravager: Yeah well we are all gonna be rootin' for yah Jake, we know you can do it.

Chasey: C'mon Rexy...just come with me to the back room, we really need to resolve some issues....please?

Rex Ryder: ............

Chasey: ...please?

Rex Ryder: Can't you see I'm doing something here Chasey? I am playin poker with the guys, go talk with Mrs. Showtime for a while, I'll be with you in an hour or so...

Chasey: Damnit, who is more important to you? Me, or these big dumb jocks?

Rex Ryder: I'm a jock...

Chasey: Yeah, and your gettin dumber by the minute!

Rex Ryder: Look here bitch! I...

Kefka: Hey, hey, hey...enough! Other people exist, I am trying to think here.

Chasey: I may be a bitch but atleast I ain't dumb!

Rex Ryder: Then go be a bitch around someone else!

:::Jake stands up, walks over to the couch and sits down. We can still hear Rex and Chasey cussing each other out, when the camera pans over to them, we see Chasey slap Rex, then Rex stares her down, and suddenly they start to kiss. Rex takes Chasey to the back room so they can hump like bloody bunnies. The camera pans back to Jake and he begins to speak.:::

Jake Douglas: I don't even wanna know what the hell all that was. Maybe it is their little ritual before...well you know? But about the CWF. What I am guessing is people finally started to realize what talent lies with the Pinnacle of Perfection, because this Thursday Night, I get my chance to show everyone that Jake Douglas is a headliner, plain and simple. You fans won't be disappointed, because if it's me as World champion that you want, then it's gonna be me as champ you will get. Pledge Alligence. Do you actually think that belt even belongs around your waste? I thought it was bad enough that Brian Adams was getting title shots left and right a few months back, but now someone just as bad as the champion? How you managed to pick up that gold will stay unanswered for all of eternity. I guess that if you can beat Z-Pac, then I could whip his ass blind folded, unless there was something different about him last night, like say...not complete concentration? Not saying I couldn't beat Z-Pac in the first place, but atleast he would bring out the best in me. Pledge, if you've paid attention to my past promos, I don't respect anybody, and I sure as hell don't respect you, World champ or not.

Please don't think that because your some oldschool legend that I should respect you. Use your cerebral equipment for once man, this is 2001, move on. You are nothing but a CWF rest home regular, along with WildCard, Steve Dart, Jeff Jericho and all the other "geriatric superheros". You might as well say "Say your prayers, eat your vitamins, and drink your milk" to try to prepare me for this match. Now what I look forward to the most this Thursday is on top of me being able to take your strap, I get to beat the piss out of you inside a steel cage. I may be the best technical wrestler the CWF has, but when it comes down to it Pledge, I am one mean, vicious mother fucker, and I don't show any mercy...just ask your mother. But aside from all that, I see you, cutting this promo like you wish you were Z-Pac. But no, aside from being decked out in ripped pants and a leather jacket, you so graciously named yourself P-Pac. Well thats all fine and dandy, although I thought playing dress up was for little girls though...silly me.

:::Jake gets up and walks to the back room door.:::

Jake Douglas: Hey Rex! It seems playing dress up isn't for little girls after all! Wanna go put on some Tommy carpenter jeans and call ourselves "Pledge Ryder" and "Jake Alligence"? You know it's always been my dream to do so!

Rex Ryder: Uuuhhhh....I'm kinda busy here!

Jake Douglas: Damnit, he ruined my day. But really, enough funny business, Pledge. Now have Rob Osbourne take some pictures of yourself and the World title, because that's all you will remember of yourself as champion, because I have been waiting my whole life for this one match. CWF is legendary, no doubt. And I bet it feels good to be the World champ of a legendary federation, doesn't it? I know it will feel good when I have you locked in my Perfect Leglock, and I can hear your bones crunching, and you screaming for mercy, and then grasping what should have been in my possession in the first place. The National title means spit to me now, I wanted the World ever since I stepped foot in this place, it's just that those pencil pushing morons thought I was National title material only. Somebody gave them a reality check finally. So Pledge, you have what I want, I want it bad, and what I want bad enough, I sure as hell get. And you can Pledge Alligence to that, bitch!

:::Scene fades out...:::