:::The scene opens up outside of a gym, in a parking lot. We see Da' New Generation, Jake Douglas, who is wearing a white muscle shirt, gray sweat pants, and a towel around his neck, we see the sweat run down his face and drip off his nose like a leaky faucet. Rex Ryder, Chasey-Duarte Jericho, Kefka, and Ravager are all there. Jake tells them to take off, that he'll walk home...not that he needs the exercise, Jake just wants to be at his best Thursday night, so he can beat down Pledge even worse than originally planned.:::

Jake Douglas: Pledge Alligence, really...you messed up when you said "Me and you are alot alike". I am nothing like you, you may wish you were like me, hell everybody wishes they could be like the Pinnacle of Perfection, but you and I have nothing in common. If we were alot alike, then I would have the wrestling skills equivalent to that of...well...to that of you. And with you going on and on about your life story, about how you got into this business, well, I was sorta takin a piss, sorry about that, I kinda missed part of it, but I didn't miss your idiot ramblings about how you think everyone deserves a chance to be "The Man" in this business. Well sorry pal, because I bear bad news. You NEVER deserved the chance. What the hell did you do? Bribe Mark X with a lifetime supply of Viagra? Whatever the story, I don't care, because it won't matter 4 days from now. The story is going to be simple. Jake Douglas defeated Pledge Alligence (c) inside a steel cage to win the CWF World title, end of story!

I amaze you do I? Thats not a shock or anything, I amaze everyone, in and out of the ring. Just ask my wife, no...again...ask your mother. Because she said the same damn thing last night. But Pledge, may I ask...how does one become so cocky when they can NEVER back it up? You should answer that, being so sure of yourself, thinking you will actually pin my shoulders to the mat, ha ha! I almost laughed my ass off when you said that. I mean, I am cocky, I admit it. But hypocrite I am not, I am cocky, I am arrogant, why? Because I fuckin can be! Yeah, I am the best technical wrestler here, I should have been world champion all along. I am the Pinnacle of Perfection. Is that cocky enough for you? I hope so, because I'll back it all up Thursday night, something you won't even come close to doing.

Have you been pissin' me off lately!? If you said yes...then your damn right. I can't believe that someone that lacks the skill to trash talk is pissin' me off, but the reason is...your making me sit through your boring promos. These have been two of the most boring days of my life, and god forbid I have 4 more days before I put you and everyone else out of their misery. Thankyou very much for making yourself look like a jackass, I mean who brags about a moonsault? I don't care if you pulled off a 1080 flip off the rafters, because you won't be landing the fucker on me. And, why would you tell me not to underestimate you? I don't need to, you suck. It is a fact. If you look up the word "Sucky" in the Webster's dictionary, there is your face Pledge. What it all boils down to is, your the one with a shot at fame here, not me, because everyone knows I am going to take that title, but you get the chance of a lifetime. Why? Your facing Jake Douglas, and I'm pissed off, and I want what you have.

I mean Pledge, do you love every single fucker in this shithole? "Everyone deserves a shot to be the man", you make me sick, whatever it is your trying to accomplish in your promos will remain a mystery for the rest of your career. All I know about your promos is you wear Tommy Carpenter jeans (how gay), you want everyone to be in your current position, and your tendency to hump rabid lambs while cutting drawn out, pointless promos. I mean me...having trouble beating you? Man, you will have PLENTY of time to think over exactly what you said, after I whip your ass all over that arena, and your lyin up in that hospital bed and you'll see where I'm comin from when I say...yoooouuuuuuu crazy!

Just look into my eyes, your not looking for fear here, your looking for hatred. I want you jacked up for our match, because this is for the World title. I don't think the fans will enjoy me kicking your ass the whole match, then picking up the victory in "flawless" fasion, and no, I was not referring to that testicle Brian Adams...but instead they want one helluva match, where we both get in great offense. Of course it may be unlikely that will be the case, I can atleast try to piss you off. Pledge...your gay, you hump dead oxen...you lick hairy horse testies...how am I doing? aw this isn't going anywhere. The fact is Pledge, I am gonna clean the blood, whether it be mine or yours, off the mat with your faggoty face and take your title, then I am gonna piss on you and your damn Tommy Carpenter jeans. And while your lying there on the mat, staring up into the lights in the rafters, with everyone laughing at your fat, frumpy ass, the warm piss fumes still lurking around your nose, I will be embracing, drinking beer, fucking fine women, I just hope my wife doesn't find out, cause then I'll really be in trouble.