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*~*The scene today opens up inside of the convention center area of Universal Studios in Orlando, Florida, which will play host to the premier pay per view event for World Championship Wrestling, End Of Days. Inside of the convention center, a pre pay per view fan fest is in full swing, allowing the fans to get up close and personal with not only their favorite WCW stars, but with the stars of the XWF as well. Several thousand people have jammed into the center, just so they can see their favotire stars. Now, in true 'West Side Story' fashion, the center has been divided between the WCW stars and the XWF stars, each company having their own side of the room as to prevent any unwanted violence outbreaks. Over on the XWF side, the cameras find themselves focusing in on a particularly long line in front of one of the superstars booths, longer than any line on either side of the center.*~*
*~*Fans of both organizations, identified by their apparel, are in this line, all leading to the same unknown superstar. Unknown until now. Standing at the large white table, Sharpie in hand signing autographs, is none other than XWF Intercontinental champion and everyones favorite superstar, Jenna Jameson. Standing near her as always, are her security guards, Dallas and Batista. Jenna smiles as signs various items, most bearing either her name or image, for the fans.*~*
Fan #1: Wow! I can't believe I'm meeting you!
Jenna Jameson: Whats your name?
Fan #1: Tony.
Jenna Jameson: Thats a good name. My brother's name is Tony.
*~*She smiles as she signs the copy of the End of Days program, with her picture on the cover.*~*
Jenna Jameson: There you go, Tony.
Fan #1: Yes! I got your autograph! Now all I need is for you to win this Sunday and I'll be set.
Jenna Jameson: Well I'm certainly going to do everything I can to win, thats for sure. You going to the event?
Fan #1: Yes I am. I got fifth row seats!
Jenna Jameson: Awesome. Well, you have a good day and enjoy the show.
*~*The fan walks off and another young male walks up, this time carrying a copy of the 2006 XWF Divas magazine.*~*
Jenna Jameson: Hello there. Whats your name?
Fan #2: My name's Martin. I just want to say that it's an honor to be meeting you. I've been a huge fan of yours since day one.
Jenna Jameson: *signs the magazine* Thanks. It's always nice to meet the fans who've been there from the beginning.
Fan #2: Can you do me a favor?
Jenna Jameson: Well I can try.
Fan #2: Can you PLEASE take out Mike Sanders this Sunday? I can't stand the guy.
Jenna Jameson: He seems to be rubbing a lot of people the wrong way. Not that I can blame the people. He's been getting under my skin since the fluke last week.
Fan #2: Not only that, but he shows no respect for anyone, especially you. He doesn't realize your the greatest performer in the entire XWF.
Jenna Jameson: Well I don't know about that, but I'll go with it. Don't worry. I'll deal with Mike Sanders in my own way this week.
*~*Jenna smiles at the young man as he walks away. Almost immediately, a young woman with curly red hair, in her early twenties, steps up, clad in a Dale Earnhardt Jr football jersey, blue jeans and a black Budweiser hat.*~*
Fan #3: Oh my God! I can't believe I'm standing in front of my favorite wrestling diva ever!
Jenna Jameson: *smiles* And let me just say I love your taste in drivers.
Fan #3: Thanks!
*~*Jenna grabs a glossy photo from the stack next to her and starts to sign.*~*
Jenna Jameson: Now, who do I make this out to?
Fan #3: Allison.
Jenna Jameson: *signs* There you go, Allison. So, are you sticking around for the 500?
Fan #3: Yeah, and I can't wait. This will be my second NASCAR race that I've ever been to, and I'm really looking forward to it.
Jenna Jameson: Awesome. I'm hoping my schedule will allow it so I can attend. If not, then I'll watch it on TV like everyone else.
Fan #3: I'm just hoping anyone but Jeff Gordon wins. He annoys me about as much as Mike Sanders does. Kick his ass for me.
Jenna Jameson: *laughs* That seems to be the running theme around here. Like I said before. I'll do whatever it takes to win. I'm as annoyed with Mike Sanders as everyone else appears to be.
Fan #3: Just show him why you're the next Grandslam champion and next Hall of Famer, and he'll shut up.
Jenna Jameson: I hope so.
*~*The two shake hands as Allison walks off. Jenna turns to the crowd and signals she's taking a short break, then turns and walks off to the side, noting the XWF cameras there.*~*
Jenna Jameson: You see this, Mike? You see these people? These people, whether they are WCW fans or XWF fans, all agree on one simple thing. You annoy the hell out of everyone within a ten mile radius of your voice. And whats sad is, you don't even realize your own annoyance. Hell, even Hank Gunyon knows when he's being annoying. At least Hank knows when he gets under someone's skin, because, well, thats all he lives to do is annoy people. See, while Hank does it blatantly and directly, you take the less obvious approach and resort to tactics that even Lindsey Lohan in 'Mean Girls' would have rejected. You are the person that no one wants to be friends with, no matter how hard you try to be liked. Stop being such a Taylor Townsend already.(OOC- This is a reference to 'The O.C' for those who wonder.)No one likes to be around someone who is about as narcissistic as a male model and can't come up with better insults than a third grader. Oh, and SPEAKING of third graders, I saw your little comments about me not making it past the third grade. While you think thats cute, there is something wrong with that statement. If you must know, I dropped out of HIGH SCHOOL the summer of my senior year. Not third grade, jackass. Check your facts before you speak, ok? It will only save your ass. Then again, maybe it won't. You seem to think that this match for MY Intercontinental title is all a big joke and that it's going to be a cake walk for you. Well I have news for you, Mike. The joke is going to be on you when the only thing you will be able to remember is me standing over you, hand raised in victory and the XWF Intercontinental title STILL in my possession, staying where it belongs, not going back to WCW. Jenna Jameson: Mike, I just don't get you. Call me crazy, but you make absolutly no sense when you speak. Does Shane actually PAY you to speak the shit you do, or does he write your material for you? It's apparent that you two must be collaborating, because I haven't heard stuff that lame since the last time I listened to Hank talk. Actually, I take that back. Between the two of you, I would much rather listen to Hank. Because with Hank, at least I know he does what he does because of his time at Shady Pines. You on the other hand, well, there really is no excuse for your lack of intelligence. Understanding anything coming from you, Mike, is roughly the equivalent trying to read Dostoyevsky on a rollercoaster. It's just not something that can happen. Mike, I want you to REALLY understand just who you are about to deal with here. You are about to face off against the person who has headlined more pay per views than anyone on the active roster, XWF or WCW. You are about to face off against the only female in XWF history to win the World Heavyweight title more than once. You are about to face off against a friggin first ballot Hall of Famer and the next XWF Grandslam champion. Yet, you STILL come out with insults that would make an elementary school student wince because they're so bad. Give it up, Mike. This false front you're putting up won't save you from the inevitable downward spiral that you have so ELOQUENTLY set yourself up on. *~*Jenna is about to turn around and walk back onto the platform for more autographs when someone walks up to her. jenna places her hands on her hips and sighs when the woman is revealed to be none other than fellow XWF diva Trish Stratus.*~* Jenna Jameson: What do you want, Trish? Trish Stratus: Oh now whats the matter? Not happy to see me? Jenna Jameson: Trish, the day I'm happy to see you is the day that Jeff Gordon becomes a heterosexual. Trish Stratus: Ha...ha. Very funny. You know, I'm almost hurt by your reaction. I really am. Jenna Jameson: Really. I didn't think you were capable of feelings, Trish. Trish Stratus: *rolls eyes* Anyway. The reason why I'm here is because I share something with these fans. Jenna Jameson: Dare I ask what that could be? Trish Stratus: I can't stand listening to Mike Sanders. Jenna Jameson: Wait....are you serious? You're joking, right? Trish Stratus: Does this look like the face of a woman who is joking? Jenna Jameson: No, but considering you and I aren't exactly bosom buddies, I'm a little wary. Trish Stratus: Under normal circumstances, I would love to sit back and gloat about someone who has the chance to take you out, because thats how I operate. But when someone makes even Hank look like Einstein, then something is wrong. I just think Mike Sanders fits the WCW frame of mind to a tee. He has the brains of a rock, the talent of a wet noodle, and the charisma of an eggplant. *~*Jenna stands there and looks at Trish, unsure of what to think of her longtime enemy's thoughts.*~* Jenna Jameson: I....wow. I can't believe it. We actually agree on something. Trish Stratus: Actually, make that two things. Remember how you agreed with me about the whole Dawn Marie thing? Jenna Jameson: Begrudgingly, yes. Trish Stratus: And see how much better off you are? Jenna Jameson: Are we through here? I have fans waiting. Trish Stratus: One more question. Jenna Jameson: What? Trish Stratus: Who are you going to side with? Jenna Jameson: Excuse me? Trish Stratus: Which company are you going to sign with? I mean, by now everyone should know your contract runs out the day after the pay per view, and both sides are practically falling over themselves to get you to sign, although I have NO idea why. So who's it going to be? The company that single handedly put you on the map and made you the star you claim to be, or the company run by the husband of your former best friend? The world is dying to know. Jenna Jameson: Truth be told, Trish, I haven't given it much thought. But once I reach a descision, I'll be sure to ignore you. Trish Stratus: Gee, and here I was thinking things weren't normal between us. Anyway, I'll leave you to your....fans. And you might want to do some more thinking about your big choice. The minute that your contract with XWF runs out, your phone won't stop ringing and the media won't leave you alone. Think about it. *~*Trish smirks as she walks off, but not before turning and giving one final comment.*~* Trish Stratus: Oh, and the haircolor...LOVE it. It makes you look more like Dawn. *~*She walks off, laughing to herself as Jenna just sighs and rolls her eyes. Dallas and Batista roll their eyes too, having heard every word.*~* Jenna Jameson: I have a feeling it's going to be one of THOSE days, guys. *~*Shaking her head, Jenna walks back to in front of her table, ready to sign more autographs as the scene fades to black.*~*
Jenna Jameson: Mike, I just don't get you. Call me crazy, but you make absolutly no sense when you speak. Does Shane actually PAY you to speak the shit you do, or does he write your material for you? It's apparent that you two must be collaborating, because I haven't heard stuff that lame since the last time I listened to Hank talk. Actually, I take that back. Between the two of you, I would much rather listen to Hank. Because with Hank, at least I know he does what he does because of his time at Shady Pines. You on the other hand, well, there really is no excuse for your lack of intelligence. Understanding anything coming from you, Mike, is roughly the equivalent trying to read Dostoyevsky on a rollercoaster. It's just not something that can happen. Mike, I want you to REALLY understand just who you are about to deal with here. You are about to face off against the person who has headlined more pay per views than anyone on the active roster, XWF or WCW. You are about to face off against the only female in XWF history to win the World Heavyweight title more than once. You are about to face off against a friggin first ballot Hall of Famer and the next XWF Grandslam champion. Yet, you STILL come out with insults that would make an elementary school student wince because they're so bad. Give it up, Mike. This false front you're putting up won't save you from the inevitable downward spiral that you have so ELOQUENTLY set yourself up on.
*~*Jenna is about to turn around and walk back onto the platform for more autographs when someone walks up to her. jenna places her hands on her hips and sighs when the woman is revealed to be none other than fellow XWF diva Trish Stratus.*~*
Jenna Jameson: What do you want, Trish?
Trish Stratus: Oh now whats the matter? Not happy to see me?
Jenna Jameson: Trish, the day I'm happy to see you is the day that Jeff Gordon becomes a heterosexual.
Trish Stratus: Ha...ha. Very funny. You know, I'm almost hurt by your reaction. I really am.
Jenna Jameson: Really. I didn't think you were capable of feelings, Trish.
Trish Stratus: *rolls eyes* Anyway. The reason why I'm here is because I share something with these fans.
Jenna Jameson: Dare I ask what that could be?
Trish Stratus: I can't stand listening to Mike Sanders.
Jenna Jameson: Wait....are you serious? You're joking, right?
Trish Stratus: Does this look like the face of a woman who is joking?
Jenna Jameson: No, but considering you and I aren't exactly bosom buddies, I'm a little wary.
Trish Stratus: Under normal circumstances, I would love to sit back and gloat about someone who has the chance to take you out, because thats how I operate. But when someone makes even Hank look like Einstein, then something is wrong. I just think Mike Sanders fits the WCW frame of mind to a tee. He has the brains of a rock, the talent of a wet noodle, and the charisma of an eggplant.
*~*Jenna stands there and looks at Trish, unsure of what to think of her longtime enemy's thoughts.*~*
Jenna Jameson: I....wow. I can't believe it. We actually agree on something.
Trish Stratus: Actually, make that two things. Remember how you agreed with me about the whole Dawn Marie thing?
Jenna Jameson: Begrudgingly, yes.
Trish Stratus: And see how much better off you are?
Jenna Jameson: Are we through here? I have fans waiting.
Trish Stratus: One more question.
Jenna Jameson: What?
Trish Stratus: Who are you going to side with?
Jenna Jameson: Excuse me?
Trish Stratus: Which company are you going to sign with? I mean, by now everyone should know your contract runs out the day after the pay per view, and both sides are practically falling over themselves to get you to sign, although I have NO idea why. So who's it going to be? The company that single handedly put you on the map and made you the star you claim to be, or the company run by the husband of your former best friend? The world is dying to know.
Jenna Jameson: Truth be told, Trish, I haven't given it much thought. But once I reach a descision, I'll be sure to ignore you.
Trish Stratus: Gee, and here I was thinking things weren't normal between us. Anyway, I'll leave you to your....fans. And you might want to do some more thinking about your big choice. The minute that your contract with XWF runs out, your phone won't stop ringing and the media won't leave you alone. Think about it.
*~*Trish smirks as she walks off, but not before turning and giving one final comment.*~*
Trish Stratus: Oh, and the haircolor...LOVE it. It makes you look more like Dawn.
*~*She walks off, laughing to herself as Jenna just sighs and rolls her eyes. Dallas and Batista roll their eyes too, having heard every word.*~*
Jenna Jameson: I have a feeling it's going to be one of THOSE days, guys.
*~*Shaking her head, Jenna walks back to in front of her table, ready to sign more autographs as the scene fades to black.*~*