*~*The scene opens up outside on a slightly chilly October night in the Windy City of Chicago,Illinois. On the outside, the streets are empty, as everyone in Chicago's Southside are either loked in their living rooms or down at Jimbo's Sports Bar, watching their beloved Chicago White Sox play the Houston Astros down at Minute Maid Park in Houston in a crucial World Series game four. The doors to the sports bar are open, so basically anyone walking the deserted streets is able to hear the crowd inside. As the cameras scan the streets, they spot a figure walking along, sort of slowly. Walking across the street, the cameras get in closer and see that the figure walking down the sidewalk in front of Jimbo's is none other than XWF megastar Jenna Jameson. Dressed in a pair of black heeled boots, faded blue denim jeans, a white long sleeved slim fit shirt and a medium length pale pink chenille scarf, Jenna walks down the streets, looking at several of the empty businesses. I guess thats what happens when your team reaches the championship game. Anyway, Jenna tosses her blonde hair behind her shoulders and clears her throat as she sees the cameras fast approaching her.*~*

Jenna Jameson: Halloween Havoc. An appropriately named event, if you ask me. It combines the tumultuous aspect of the everyday lives of your average XWF superstar and magnifies them by a thousand simply because it falls on Halloween. Or maybe everyone is loopier than normal because we're in Haddonfield, hometown of Michael Myers, the scary yet misunderstood serial killer. See, I did a little thinking, and I've come up with a theory. Trust me, I will make it relate to this match. See, we all kno the story of how Michael Myers killed his sister and was later sent to Smith's Grove Sanitarium, only to break out years later and go on a killing spree. But, the question that remains is, why did he kill in the first place? Well, anyone who has seen the movies can tell you that. His sister left him alone on Halloween night when her boyfriend came over. She left him alone to go off and screw while he was by himself, dressed up to go trick-or-treating. That set him off so much that he came back to the house and grabbed a butcher knife and waited until the boyfriend left so he could extract revenge. So there you have it. The reason why he killed was because no one would pay attention to him. That reminds me an awful lot of Rheia. Now Rheia, don't take this the wrong way becasue out of everyone involved in this match, you're one of two people I'll admit to having respect for. But, I can't help but relate this theory to you. You started out as this nice, somewhat innocent girl. And then BAM.....Queen of the Dead, if you will. You were right about one thing, though. It is important to take control of your match. Unfortunately....this isn't one of them. You might as well go ahead and tell Madison the same thing, because this night won't be yours for the taking. Now, Madison, you happen to be the other I'll show some repsect for, but it's not for the bulk of what you've done OUT of the ring. You're one hell of a talent inside of the ring, but like I told Rheia....this night won't be your night.

Jenna Jameson: Lee Dragonali. *chuckles a bit* What a freaking tool. The so-called most evil and sadistic man on the face of the planet. Please, you're no more evil than the guy who runs the concession stand at Wrigley Field. What exactly are you trying to prove by taking Linda McMahon hostage? Are you trying to prove what a gutless son of a bitch you are? Because your actions, while disturbing, are nothing to shirk over. You're more like Norman Bates at the end of 'Psycho' when he's in the holding cell at the police station....all calm and subdued. In short, I'm coming right out and saying it. You don't scare me. Not one bit. Now, Dean Darkfire on the other hand....yeah, he's a bit on the loopy side. He's more like Norman Bates earlier on in the movie. Out of Dean and Lee, I'd be most wary of Dean. But Dean, like every movie killer, you too have a weakness. And that weakness is your pride. You're the type of man who prides himself on being the best and winning just about every single match. And when you fail to do so.....it leaves you in a defeated heap of misery. But hey, don't feel so down. At least you'll be able to compete for the World Title later on. Whats one loss gonna do to you, huh?

*~*Jenna smirks a bit as she comes to a stop in the open doorway of Jimbo's. Turning her attention to one of the large screen televisions located above the bar, she watches what is looking to be the final out of the game. White Sox pitcher Bobby Jenks pitches to Houston Astro Orlando Palmeiro. Palmeiro drives one up the centerfield line, and the ball is caught by Juan Uribe, who throws it to first base, and it's caught. The crowd inside of Jimbo's erupts as the realization starts to hit that their beloved Chicago White Sox have won the World Series. Jenna smiles as she backs away from the doorframe and walks slowly past Jimbo's.*~*

Jenna Jameson: I guess that right there is a cause for celebration. Winning a championship is always cause for celebration. Last year...Halloween Havoc 2004.....the year I became the XWF World Heavyweight champion. Now, one year later, I'm fighting for my third World Tag Team championships. Everyone in this match wants to win, but only two can. I can tell you one team that won't be winning, and thats the team of Nitro and Mercury. *laughs softly* Where in the hell did these two bozos come from? I mean, everything about them screams "Loser" and I think everyone is aware of it.........but them. Everything from their clothes to their looks to the way they are inside of a ring just plays up to the fact that those two are sad. And I don't mean sad in a lost puppy, 'Terms Of Endearment' kind of way either. I mean sad as in never-gonna-be-taken-seriously-ever kind of way. Where shall I begin with you two? I mean, there hasn't been a more oddly matched duo since The Odd Couple. I mean, we have a cake-obsessed ninny paired with a self-professed ladies man. Not exactly Felix and Oscar, but an odd duo none the less. Joey, Johnny, look at yourselves. You two look like you stepped out of the movie "A Night At The Roxbury." I mean, you two remind me of the two main characters. Goofy, loudmouthed, full of themselves, and liked by no one except for themselves. That is you two in a nutshell. But in all seriousness, what you are doing is only deciding your downfall. You may not like the fact that two of the teams in this match are made up of women, hence the comments. But guess what? GET OVER IT! It's just a fact that you're going to have to get used to, and you'd better get used to it quickly because at Halloween Havoc, the only way you'll be remembered in this match is by lying down and losing your shot at winning the tag team titles. It's as simple as that.

*~*Looking over her shoulder, Jenna watches as the crowd that was gathered inside of Jimbo's slowly pours out into the streets, as well as the rest of the neighborhood. Shaking her head and chuckling to herself, Jenna tries to get as far away from the drunken revelry as possible. Once she's a safe distance away, Jenna places her hands in her pockets.*~*

Jenna Jameson: If there is one type of person on the face of the Earth that I can't stand, it's the shameless self promoters who think they are God's gift to everyone. Basically, that is what describes Chris Arcadia. Oh, and I forgot to mention condescending asshole too. But I'm sure everyone figured that out already. So....Chris. We meet again. You know, I'm gonna take a shot in the dark here,*sarcastically* but I am under the impression that you don't like me very much. I mean, I can't imagine why. I mean, I'm beautiful, talented, charismatic, richer than you can imagine. I've got legions upon legions of fans. Basically, I've got everything that people coming into this industry DREAM of. Whereas you.....you've got a ways to go before catching up to me. So in actuality, I can see where the hositlity comes from. Or it could be the fact that you simply feel threatened by a strong, talented woman. Don't worry. You're like most men I've delt with. They too learn the hard way that doubting me and hurling mindless insults my way doesn't work out for them at all. That only sets you up for inevitable failiure. Yet no matter how much you get, you always come back for more. You're like Chucky in 'Child's Play.' The litte fucker just wouldn't die...didn't know when to die. Now, it's almost unfortunate for your tag team partner, Chris Jericho, that he has to suffer the same fate as you. Aside from the fact that you both are cut from the same arrogant, narcissitic, Canadian cloth that is the bane of the American existance. Jericho, you are like a somewhat tamer version of Arcadia.....Diet Arcadia if you will. Now Chris, while I can understand that you want to win....you NEED to win, I'm afraid that your time just hasn't come. You and Arcadia can get on your little soap boxes and proclaim to the world that you are the best because you're from Cananda and that you're going to win...blah blah blah. But your cires will fall on deaf ears. See, no one is interested in listening to the rants of a pair of overgrown frat boys. Face it guys..........YOU"RE NOT WINNING THIS ONE! No if's, and's, or but's about it either.

*~*Coming up on a plain brick wall, Jenna stops and leans up against the cool surface and sighs.*~*

Jenna Jameson: And then there was one. One team left. One final hurdle to overcome if Torrie and I are to be sucessful in becoming World Tag Team champions. This may be the biggest hurdle. Scott Steiner and Triple H. It's like dealing with two friggin brick walls. But, even the most strong and sturdy of walls have a weak spot and eventually come crashing down, leaving behind a cloud of dust. Now, before I get started on Vince McMahon's latest lapdog, let me say this. Scott Steiner, I actually was somewhat stunned by your comments about me. I never thought that anyone who is teamed up with Triple H had the ability to say anything nice about anyone, but you proved me wrong. You realized that I am one of the true main event-calibur stars around here, and for that, I say thank you. For those comments, I can say that it's going to be a fun challenge facing you in the ring. I wish the same could be said for your partner. So....Hunter. Out to do Vince's bidding once again, I see. You know, it really makes me sad to watch you sometimes. I mean, you're The Game! You're the Cerebral Assasin for Christ's sake. You were considered to be the most feared man in the business, and now look at you. You're more or less a lackey. A lackey for the Devil himself. Someone who was once feared, but cowers at the mere snap of a fingers. You know? You're more like Jason Voorhees than people realize. Outside of your association with Vince, you're a menace. Tearing people left and right. But, the second his voice enters your thoughts, you wilt. Much like Jason did when he heard his mother calling. You know Hunter, I don't know what it is Vince has on you. Or then again, maybe he has nothing on you. Maybe he's capitalizing on some unknown weakness you have like flies on honey. Sonner or later, you'll become a jacked up, longer haired version of him. While I can appreciate wanting to help Satan, I'm afraid that this Tag Team Turmoil match is the one thing that you won't be able to get over. This match is going to turn out to be your Achilles heel, so to speak. Hell, I don't care how many people it would take. I am going to see to it that you don't leave the ring wearing gold. That...you can count on.