MIAMI: Yeah, well. Goes with the turf. Dev wanted us to talent scout and I figured we'd start with 2XWF fans . I mean with the threat of a CPWE invasion we need all the cover we can! Who's next on our list, Justin? <

JUSTIN: The Gallopin' Grasshopper.

MIAMI: Jesus...

((A scrawny 23 year old kid comes out wearing a green outfit and a mask with antennae))

MIAMI: ALright, kid. Lemme hear a rant.

GALLOPIN' GRASSHOPPER: Actually...I don't 'rant' persay. My thing is all I do is communicate through a series of clicks and clacks and chirp...

MIAMI: Next.

((The Gallopin' Grasshopper walks off, dejected))

JUSTIN: Mr. Diabolical Man.

((A big fat guy wearing boxing shorts comes out))

MIAMI: Can you even, like, make a muscle?

((Mr. Diabolical Man attempts it, but sadly, only manages to embarass himself in front of Missile Enterprises))

MIAMI: Next.

((Mr. Diabolical Man waddles off...))

JUSTIN: 'King' Jerry Lawler.

((The King comes running out...))

JERRY LAWLER: PLEASE! I NEED WORK! I have mouths to feed and a son's drug addiction to support!

((Miami gets that look in his eye...))

LAWLER: BLAHHHH!!!!!!!

((Miami quickly rises to his feet, and darts for the ring. He grabs the squirming Lawler and takes the crown off his head...))

JUSTIN: Oh...this ain't gonna be too purdy...

((Miami rams the crown up Lawler's ass and twists it a bit. Lawler runs off screaming something about respecting one's elders. Miami calmly exits the ring and sit back down near Mikey))

MIAMI: Let�s take a break from this �talent spotting�. Now I notice that I was attacked by Cobra at Mayhem��

JUSTIN: I see you�re your usual perceptive self.

MIAMI: Be quiet Justin and go cry to your fiancee!

JUSTIN: Make me!

MIAMI: Like that Thai �female� did!

JUSTIN: Hey if you had drank what I had�..

MIAMI: I would have been f-cked by a ladyboy! Anyway Calitre is behind this attack! His �CPW� make-shift �super�stars have attacked the 2XWF for the last time. Feeding off a successful federation like the 2XWF, and lets face it, any federation with me in has to be successful! It was a cry for help from a small �backyard� federation ran by a European jackass who probably models!

JUSTIN: HEY! What�s wrong with male modelling?

MIAMI: Nothing if you don�t mind having to answer about your sexuality! Now Calitre, you think that by getting a poorly trained product of the CPW to blindside me is going to make me mad, then you�re wrong , I mean Cobra? We have Dragon , a Cobra is a sorta mini-version of a Dragon and I dare say that Dragon had a better trainer! Why do we need to have to put up with run-ins from some small-minded federation that barely has one person on the roster who I rate, I mean the only worthy competitor is Wrath and you couldn�t even persuade him to attack his old buddy could you!

Mark my words Calitre! You just signed a cheque that is gonna make your ass bounce across the ring! I will hit the Missile Launch and will ensure that all my hatred for you emerges when I face you , of course it�ll be a straight fight! No crap for me, no CPW run-ins, I will beat you in the middle of the ring ! I will make sure that I hit the Missile Launch in front of our SLIGHTLY more deserving fans and I will make sure you get a copy of the match in case you happen to forget that I beat you!

JUSTIN: You done? We got a job to do!

MIAMI: Ah well...next victim, Justin!

JUSTIN: "The Accident."

((A man comes out in a broken condom costume, and gets into the ring))

MIAMI: Aww man!! I ain�t putting up with this anymore! I�m going out on the town! Ya with me?

((The camera shot fades as Missile Enterprises head back to backstage. The Accident is just left standing there alone with the ring microphone in his hand...))))