|[ Prologue - Last week was a week that nobody will ever forget in the wCw. J-Dawg, wCw's biggest superstar ever, returned to the wCw! The man, myth, and legend has finally made his return to his rightful federation. He has vowed to take it by storm, and kick more ass this time around. Will the old flame reignite into something disastrous? Or is J-Dawg now merely a softy? Stay tuned to find out! ]|

Location: J-Dawg's Home | In Oakland, California
Time: Monday April 4th | 5:12 PM
Scene: ' A Lenged is Back and Kickin' Ass! Can Ya' Smell Dat'?! '

|[ Scene - Our scene opens out front of a huge house. The location? Oakland, California. The hometown of one of the greatest athletes in sports entertainment history. J-Dawg. The camera shot heads inside, and we see J-Dawg. He is sitting on his couch. We see he has his bags packed, and they are sitting next to the door. Today, Jay is dressed in a Cincinnati Bearcats Jersey. But not just any jersey. #54 Jason Maxiel. UC's most dominate player since Steve Logan and Tony Bobbit. J-Dawg is wearing a pair of matching basketball shorts, and a white pair of Nike Shox. Around Jay's neck we see a diamond studded necklace. Hanging from it is a pendant that says 'My Struggle'. The lights gleam off of it. Jay is laid back, with a UC throwback hat laying over his face and eyes. He is obviously thinking hard upon something. We see a girl walk into the scene. The woman is very pretty, with a long lean body. She is wearing a blue low cut top that exposes most of her mid-drift. She has a pair of blue-jean capris to go with it. She plops onto the couch beside Jay. He doesn't stir at all. The woman reaches over and grabs Jay's hat off his face. His eyes are closed. The woman suddenly hits Jay in the arm playfully. For the first time, we actually see J-Dawg move. He reaches over quickly and snatches his hat from her hand. Placing it back on his face. The woman begins to speak.]|

|-*A Legends Sister*-| Dawn- Alright Jay. I know somethin's up. Tell me what's wrong

|-*UrBaN LeGeNd*-| J-Dawg - Nah. There's notta problem.

|-*A Legends Sister*-| Dawn- You're nervous! Awww! My big brother is afraid!

|-*UrBaN LeGeNd*-| J-Dawg - No, I'm not. I ain't neva' scared. I'm just thinking.

|-*A Legends Sister*-| Dawn- What are you thinking about?

|-*UrBaN LeGeNd*-| J-Dawg - Just wrestling. I haven't done it in a while. So I guess I am a bit nervous. I don't even know if I still got it.

|-*A Legends Sister*-| Dawn- What?!? You go around for years braggin and boastin about how you are the immaculate J-Dawg. The True Icon. Now you are doubting your own capabilities?!? Your a bitch!

|[ Scene - We finally manage to see a smile elude from underneath Jay's hat. He pulls the hat off his face, and finally opens his eyes. He sits up and playfully hits his sister in return for the hit she gave him earlier. He stands up, as she lunges towards him to hit him back. Jay gets to the door quickly and opens it up. He closes it quickly once outside, to keep her from getting to him. Jay starts off down the walkway to the street. He begins to walk down the sidewalk through his neighborhood. ]|

|-*SuBcOnScIeNcE*-| J-Dawg - What the hell am I doing? Returning to the wrestling ring? After all these years? I must be outta' my damn mind!

|[ Scene - Jay has now made it to a basketball court. He stops and grabs ahold of the chain-linked fence surrounding the court. He watches as the young men all play an aggressive game of Street Ball. ]|

|-*SuBcOnScIeNcE*-| J-Dawg - Look at this. This is me. My culture. This is where I belong. On the streets. With all my friends. Playing street ball like I used to. I don't know if I have what it takes inside a ring anymore. I don't know if I'm still The True Icon I used to be. I just don't know.

|[ Scene - Jay watches on as a teenaged boy bounces the ball off of another dudes face, and crosses him up. Hitting the dunk at the end of the sick combo. We see a smile spread across Jay's face. Authentic Street Ball. He turns and continues to walk down the street, contemplating his official return to the wCw Alliance. He had been there before, and dominated the roster. So why go back? In the back of his mind, a thought begins creeping forward. But what is it? Why should he return? The thought bursts into the front of his mind. To Prove Critics Wrong! To Show These Talentless people that he is Da' True Icon. That he is everything he claimed to be. That he is still THE ABSOLUTE BEST. We see J-Dawg approach a street corner. We see a group of young black men on the corner. It seems as if they are battle rapping. J-Dawg watches as the two men tear into each other, verse after verse. Finally the guy named "Engineer" manages to get the win over the other guy. Jay steps up and decides to give it a try. Even though he hasn't rap battled in the longest of times. Jay volunteers to go first. ]|

|-*SuBcOnScIeNcE*-| J-Dawg - Uh..Get Dis' dude off my block! Uh..Uh..

Engineer you're a redneck, you ain't ballin and shit/
got sheep under each arm, we supposed to call you a pimp?/
You ain't no Mac, you couldn't touch a hookers chest, uncle fester,/
so, everyone knows you're just a "ho"-mo-lester/

but you don't know no better, so, go ahead and face it/
the education in your state is last place in the nation/
so think you're testin this? never shorty, split/
you ain't a genius cuz yer IQ's close to six/

pour your fortys bitch, cuz I'm killing a thug quicker /
than slugs, drugs, liquor, the gov, prison, /
I'm sicker than bugs living in dumpsters and kitchens, /
sucking the blood from whatever I get in/

cuz if he stopped for a second and payed attention..../
he'd recognize that he rhymes with the same basic rhythm/

as an autistic child from Jamaica with missing/
chromosomes and down syndrome, it's physically sickenin/
you sound like you've been stricken with an affliction/
of some sort that causes your vocal cords to emit pitches/

that up until this instance, only primates were hittin/
I hope you have another vision on how yer making a living/
cuz you suck dick, spit wrong and you're still losing/
William Hung would have a longer career in this music/

and Engineer what's up with your name, u fucking insane?/
if you a engineer that means you in the front when they runnin a train/
and getting your butt stuffed is the pain you love, son/
I heard you tried to get Miss Dick Rain to bust nuts/

up in your asshole, now you don't even crap whole/
you just pass fluids out the back as if your gastro/
intestinal SYSTEM was Cracked by gay Hackers in drag mode, /
with huge tools, and even faster macro's/

if you wanna compete with this, then you need to get /
a meaner kid to spit, you won't win with that geeky lisp/
no matter how hard you plot and scheme and shit/
when I cross you, you gonna die Righteous like Jesus did/

|[ Scene - We see J-Dawg take a step back. All of the black men are left mouths agape, because this 'White Guy' just tore up their lead rapper. The black guy just lets his head hang and backs up from J-Dawg. J-Dawg just walks away, talling the guys to "Stay Up". After a few minutes of walking, we see that Jay is back at his house. He had only took a walk around the block. He opens up the door, and gets blasted by his sister. ]|

|-*A Legends Sister*-| Dawn- You got your mind set now?

|-*SuBcOnScIeNcE*-| J-Dawg -Yeah, I'm aight.

|-*A Legends Sister*-| Dawn- Good. Cause Shane just called. You have a match at Nitro.

|-*SuBcOnScIeNcE*-| J-Dawg - Aight. Cool, Cool. Who am I facin'?

|-*A Legends Sister*-| Dawn- The Rock...

|-*SuBcOnScIeNcE*-| J-Dawg - What?!? I'ma legend in this damn industry and the best they give me is Da' Crock? They must be mistaken! I mean get serious. I've beaten all the legends that are there currently. But noooo! They throw me up against a dude that has no pull whatsoever. They know me! I should be up in a World Title match right now. Shit, I've scouted the place. There's a dude who ripped off Triple H's nickname to make his own name. Then there's a fake thug John Cena. A woman named Feloni Richards holdin two titles? The place has gone down hill. It's time for a real star to shine and redefine the word "Champion". These people don't represent shit. I'ma have to show them how to wrestle properly. Just like I did in the original wCw.

|-*A Legends Sister*-| Dawn- There we go Big Bro. There's that passion you used to have. Now grab your shit and go! You got a plane to catch!

|[ Scene - We see J-Dawg take a step inside and grab his luggage that was placed right by the door. Before he closes it, he hits his sister, and slams the door real quick. He walks over to the garage and pulls the front sliding door up. Parked inside, is a treasure. A rare find. A 1969 Dodge Charger is sitting in there. General Lee. Complete with the 440 Horsepower V8 motor. Flawless. Mint condition. Jay jumps into the drivers seat and starts the ignition. Upon starting the car, you can hear the engine revving up to perfection. A true car lovers paradise. J-Dawg reaches down to the CD player which he installed, and pops in 50 Cent's "Massacre" CD. He skips the first couple tracks until he reaches "I'm Supposed To Die Tonight". He pulls out of his garage and heads to the airport. ]|

Location: On board the Airplane | Flying 52,000 feet
Time: Monday April 4th | 7:17 PM
Scene: ' A Lenged is Back and Kickin' Ass! Can Ya' Smell Dat'?! '

|[ Scene - The scene opens up a little while later. We see J-Dawg sitting in a first-class seat. He has a drink sitting beside him, aswell as a open laptop on the table in front of him. It seems as if Jay is watching footage of The Rock's past few matches in the wCw Alliance. Jay watches two matches. Both of which, The Rock lost to "The Game". J-Dawg looks at the camera and begins to speak.

|-*SuBcOnScIeNcE*-| J-Dawg - Aiyyo, Rocky. Bet'cha thought I had already fo'got bout our lil matchup at Nitro didn't ya? Well guess again patna'. Ya' see, I've been watchin' the footage of you as of late. And to be quite honest. Ya' suck ass man. You don't have no talent whatsoever. You need to just take ya' pansy ass back to Hollywood. You ain't wrestlin' material anymore. I mean, you got your ass handed to you by "The Game" on two seperate occassions. Back To Back! That's sad man. You get'cha ass beat by a Triple Aitch rip-off?!? Pathetic! Ya' promo's have been unbearable too. You couldn't find a useful line on the road. You try to go with the intimidation factor, yet all you do is talk about "strudel". I mean, from what I've seen in stores, Strudel sure is mighty small. I guess quick wit is the only thing your packin. No heat anywhere near you.

|[ Scene - We see J-Dawg reach over into a bag sitting next to him. He pulls out a book that has a black cover. The book is entitled "The Rock Says". Yup, you guessed right. It's a copy of The Rock's autobiography. Jay taps the book, and laughs.

|-*SuBcOnScIeNcE*-| J-Dawg - I ain't eva' met'chu Rocky. So I figured I'd be one of da' first to tell ya'. This book flat out sucks ass. How you made it to numba one on the New York Times list is unfathomable to me. But hey, I guess every dudes got his own cup of tea, eh? You see, mine is wrestling. It's my passion. I love getting into the ring with anybody and everybody. Just so I can destroy them. And I do it quite well, might I add. I've been doing this for years. In my wrestling career, I've won 49 World Titles. I'm aiming for one more. Once I get 50, I'm retiring from the wrestling business forever. I wont stop, until I get that fiftieth World Title. And you Rock, You are just a tiny stepping stone towards that. You're just a blemish on the ass of wrestling society. A washed up has been. A man that simply can't hack it no more. Let alone against a hardcore veteran like myself. Ya' see Rock, your time is simply over. You don't have the charisma to last as long as me. You aren't as strong as me. You aren't as smart, nor as fast as me. You are simply at a disadvantage. Technically, anybody I wrestle is at a disadvantage. When you have somebody of superb talent like myself, it's extremely hard to find somebody that can match you punch for punch. It's never happened before, and I'm damn sure it wont happen ever. I guarantee it. So for now Rocky. All I got to say to you is, get plenty of rest. Oh, and GET READY!

|[ Scene - J-Dawg leans back into the chair, and puts his headset on, as he continues to watch footage of The Rock's matches. With that shown, the scene fades to black