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:::The scene opens up to an
old, broke down rest home. We see a giant banner above the entrance that reads "The Big Ring in the Sky" retirement home.
We see Jake Douglas, wearing a black leather jacket, a white muscle shirt, and blue jeans, walk into the home. Many familiar
faces pop up as the camera pans around the home, as we see Nemesis, with the nurse changing his bedpan. How gross. The
camera pans to the right, and we see another bed that says "Todd Kephart" labeled on the post. The doors open and the
camera turns, and being shipped into the home on a wheelchair is none other than Magnus Thunder. Next, down the hall, we
see a dark room. Looking in, there is the oldest geezer of them all, Jimmy Blast, who seems to be on life support. As we make
our way back into the lobby, sitting on a recliner chair is "Big Mo", aka Mike Stewart, being fed green jello by a fat, ugly nurse. Finally the camera turns
back to Jake, and he begins to speak.:::
Jake Douglas: Have you had your spot reserved here Pledge? Well, this place is filling up
fast, you may want to go ahead and have Rob Osbourne call this place up to get your bed ready. But about this Thursday. To
say Pledge Alligence and fighting champ, all in the same sentence would be an oxymoron. A fighting champion is
someone who can defend the title against all comers, both good and bad. You will get one chance and one chance only to
defend that title Pledge, because after this Thursday, your lookin at the new champ, and by next week, people will forget your
damn name. Because if you, and Mark X actually think you can give me a lesson in wrestling, then both of you two have been
poppin X. Because...news flash, you are dealing with the man who put the word "technical" into technical wrestling,
the man who put the word "show" into Showtime. I'd like to see you try and out wrestle me, laughing always makes me feel
better. Because I have seen you out there Pledge, and I will say this, you have about as much of a chance of out wrestling me
as NRG has at staying in a AA meeting for longer than 5 minutes.
Pledge, you are really good at making a complete ass of yourself, thinking that your at the top of the mountain and your
staying there. I sure hope you have some more of that Champaign Rob poured over your head, or hell, any alcoholic beverage
will do, because after Thursday, you will need something to drown your sorrows in. Because after all that celebrating, after all
those empty promises, your gonna feel real lousy, especially since you lost the title after 5 short days. Because it's simple
Pledge, I am better than you are. ALOT better, something I wish I didn't have to say, since I am facing the World champion. I
mean hell, you said it yourself, not in a million years would you have imagined yourself with the World title, I'll say I agreed. It
doesn't seem like you have much confidence in yourself, and you know what they say about guys with a small amount of
confidence, well, they also have something else that's small.
But it's your decision Pledge, if you want to spend all your time gloating, and making empty promises, go right ahead.
While your too busy being so full of yourself, you have neglected the fact that this is Jake Douglas, the man that respects
nobody, but almost everyone else respects. The man with advanced cerebral equipment. I have the advantage in every aspect
of the game going into Thursday's cage match. I'm stepping out of my league here to take you on, something I would have
never expected to do when facing a World champion, but for you we can make an exception. Your not even close to me, your
right down there with Jeff "The Jobber" Jobbins and Falcon 2. I was always suprised you weren't on top of that division.
Pledge, if you were smart, you would hand that title over now, just to escape the beating I am going to give you. But even then
I wouldn't except it, because I want to take you apart, and spill YOUR blood.
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