:::Scene fades up from black inside a messy hotel room. We see clothes scattered all over the floor, and empty beer bottles as well. Dead asleep in the bed is Jake Douglas, wearing a white muscle shirt and blue sweat pants, and is soon awakened by a noisy alarm clock. He slowly turns over and we see his groggy face, and he smacks the snooze bar. He rolls around a few times, then sits up and stretches and yawns loudly. He gets up, puts on some slippers, yawns again and sits back down on the bed. Suddenly the snooze alarm goes off to Jake's surprise, and he goes over to the alarm clock and unplugs it. He turns around and begins to pick up empty beer bottles laying around, and checking for anything left over. He sees that there is not one drop of beer left in the room, and then he lets out a long, loud sigh.:::

Jake Douglas: No beer anywhere...what is a man to do? Oh no...I am turning into Steve Dart! NO! Get a hold of yourself Jake, it's not that bad being an old folk in a rest home, drinking beers and trying to flip his stiff, bony middle finger at the others wheel chairing by. I wonder if Rex has any.

:::Jake gets up, and walks out the door and into the hallway. He walks down the hall and into the 3rd room down and knocks on the door. Nothing. He knocks again. Nothing. Jake bangs on the door and yells "REX!! OPEN UP!" until finally Rex opens the door and lets Jake in. Rex is wearing a black shirt with Rex Ryder on the front and "Cause everyone knows Rex always Rydes on top" on the back.:::

Rex Ryder: What the fuck are you doing here so damn early? What do you want? Are you drunk? That is so uncharacteristic of you Jake. What is your problem? Is it me?

Jake Douglas: Just because I woke up this morning with a headache and a need for beer doesn't mean I was drinking man. And what if it was you?

Rex Ryder: You've been drinking. Your a regular Steve Dart, only 25 years younger. But I mean you have a National title match this week at Massacre against WildCard, and you're drinking NOW!? Are you crazy? And for god sakes what did I do?

Jake Douglas: Andre had 17 bottles of beer before his match with Hogan for the title at Wrestlemania III. And what did you do? How dare you ask such a question?

Rex Ryder: And Andre was not only 7'4, he lost that night. AND WHAT THE HELL DID I DO!?

Jake Douglas: Have you ever considered the fact that maybe you never take me out anymore?! And I am not Andre, I won't lose.

Rex Ryder: Dude...I know you've been drinking...but I also think you have been enjoying that fruitcake Mrs. Showtime made the other night a little tooo much...if you know what I am getting at. So get back to your room and get some sleep.

Jake Douglas: But Rexy...I can change!

Rex Ryder: You make it seem like we are an old married couple. Now get out!

:::Rex pushes Jake out and slams the door. Jake stumbles back to his room, and takes a seat.:::

Jake Douglas: Now bear with me people, I have been doing some drinking. Now I am not drunk now, but I have a killer headache, I was just playin with Rex back there, I don't need anymore beer. I mean, does anybody even think of me as "good" at what I do? Must I prove to everyone what I am really made of? I have been hearing all these predictions for the pay-per-view. Mike Driven. "WildCard..if he can get the rust off a weeks LOA.."; and Paul Blair..."However for now, I think the champ is just too good. Douglas has been busy playing around Hudson and company. While they may be gone now, will he be completely focused in? I hope he is, or this could be a quick one." what the hell was that? I guess everyone is against the Showster, but you know that all the front runners will be jumping on the ban wagon after this Sunday.I mean, 30 long minutes in the ring with no breaks, except between decisions, in an Iron Man match for WildCard's National title. WildCard, didn't I tell you it was going to be me at the pay-per-view? I sure hope that you don't have any ring rust, since you haven't showed your face around here for a while. Maybe you decided to head for the hills when you figured out Jake was in the hunt for your title. I guess it's only a natural reaction. But take your time, nobody is rushing you. Especially not me. Yeah, go ahead and ignore your greatest challenge for your title yet. Not my problem. I'm the one with so much to gain, and you, well a win over Jake Douglas would do you good, but since it won't happen, you have everything to lose. That National title is as good as mine.

God knows I love to crack on vets. Me? A vet? Did I say that I was a vet? Maybe so...but a 45 year old vet? I think not. Now WildCard, are you another one of these soon to be CWF rest home regulars? Are you gonna have some old lady wheel chairing you around with the likes of Triple X, Jeff Jericho and Steve Dart? If you aren't now, you will be after Sunday when I put you through hell and back in the Iron Man match. I mean you go on and on about how great you are, your accomplishments and what not, but frankly...I don't give a rat's ass what you did. It's what you do to me in the present and future that counts, and what is it that you will do to me? Beat me? Only in your wildest dreams. Lets try again. Injure me? Bring a whole army of 7 footers and see what you can do. One more time shall we? Now WildCard I hate to say I bare bad news, but what you will do to me is NOTHING!. Absolutely nothing, and if you're smart you will hand over that title to me right now, but as we all know you haven't been known for your advanced cerebral equipment in your career now have you?

Now I have been wondering, where do people get off saying they can kick my ass? Now we haven't heard WildCard say anything about kicking my ass, because hell he has been too scared to even show his face for over a week, but there is one who said they could kick my ass, and I took offense to it. His name, Ravager. Please, don't tell me I have to step down to his level. Going back down memory lane, into HCW, pfft! That sure as hell ain't happening. That place is gone Ravager, dead and gone and I suggest you get your mind on CWF, and your match at Massacre. Now as we know I won't have the time on Sunday to test you, but if you want a piece of me next Sunday on Brawl, then try me. See if you can kick my ass. I wanna see what all the hype is about. Apparently you have been kicking everyone's asses lately, and maybe somebody should put a stop to it. The only man who should be kicking the shit out of everybody around here is me, the Pinnacle of Perfection. NOT the Paragon of Perfection, I am not the geriatric super hero Jeff Jericho. But Ravager, keep your mouth shut about me. See I understand that when you meet a wrestling fan, and he asks for MY autograph and not yours, you get jealous. But it's reality, people don't want some animal as a role model, they want someone who can light up arenas all over the country, someone who puts on one helluva show every fuckin night, someone who isn't best friends with the damn cameraman and someone who doesn't have psycho flashbacks of past promotions wishing they were still around. Namely...me! So Ravager....you know the deal, TWO WORDS! IT'S SHOW...naw just kidding!

:::Jake gets up and puts his hand on the lense and the camera goes snowy.:::