Venom? Showtime?....Who???

As the scene fades in, we're at an airport in Chicago Illinois, homeplace to X-Plicit Content 2001. A night that for many will be remembered as the first appearance of "The Icon" Vinny Vegas. A man that has been known to kick ass and take names for years now. He didn't give himself the name Icon. It was the fans and the people backstage that gave him the name back in KFW when he defeated the so called "Icon" Joseph Archer. Ever since, the name has just stuck with him. He used to be the "Ticking Time Bomb". At least people say he used to be...but that name never really did leave. It kinda stuck...it was the nickname under the nickname. Anyway, he's in Chciago's airport, the most important and busy one in the world and there's no suprise that the flight to Cleavland is delayed. As Vegas and the other wrestlers wait in the airport, you can already see the sea of fans starting to come closer and closer to where they are. Somehow, word has leaked out that the roster would be getting ready to go to Cleveland. As Vegas sits in a seat all by himself, he sees the fans and starts moving away from them. He's got a headache. He doesn't need this shit right now. Vegas isn't used to be alone. He's always had his BMF buddies behind him...beside him. Now he's all alone, and through his shades he starts looking at possibly enemies. He lays his eyes on Rommel, Driggs and Halesz. Ah, Justin Halesz. He remembers him. Little prick. He then spots Venom...and then Mr. Showtime. Both looks somewhat tired. But they also look bigger than the last time he saw them. "Dk's not tough" he thinks to himself.

As the fans approach closer and closer, Vegas starts to becomes antzy. He wants to get on the plane, away from the goddamn people. He doesn't wanna hear the same shit he's been hearing for the last 3 years. "Your the best"..."Your the greatest"...."Will you marry me?"...Shut up! He knows he's the best, the greatest and NO he will not marry you. The temple in his forehead begins to throb more and more. Finally, he hears the boarding call. He gets up calmy and grabs his backpack. He takes his ticket from out of his pocket and gets in line behind some other guys. The line is moving quickly and Vegas loves that. He finally gets up to the teller.

Attendant:"Boarding pass and passport please."

Vegas takes his passport out of his bag. He lays it down on the counter right beside his ticket.

Attendant:"Everything checks out Mr. Vegas. You may proceed."

Vegas:"Thanks."

Vegas, wearing the same clothes he wore yesterday, passes through the gate and away from the people. He sighs of relief. He's wearing the black leather BMF jacket along with his shades and a bandanna. Blue jeans and Black boots. He boards the plane and finds his seat right away. Something if finally going his way because sitting right beside him is an absolutely GORGEOUS woman. A brunette, perhaps 5'10. Beautiful eyes...GREAT rack and a nice tight ass. Vegas smiles and licks his lips as he sits down beside her. She's wearing a mini skirt, the kind business women wear, revealing her sultry, sizzling legs. "Simply amazing" he thinks to himself. He open up the overhead compartment and shoves his bag in there. He then opens up a pocket and puts his shades in there as well. While he's up there, he gives himself a spray of Binaca. He closes the compartment and sits down beside her. She's reading deeply into a magazine. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices that it's the latest Maxim magazine with Denise Richards on the front. "Are you fucking kidding me? She reads Maxim?". He turns to her.

Vegas:"So you read Maxim huh?"

Woman:"Yeah. I want to see the world through men's eyes. I mean, it's obvious we're the more dominant sex. We'll read your magazines but you won't even get close to one of ours to see what makes us tick. And what we really want."

Vegas:"Let me tell you something. The way to hook a man is easy. All it takes is two steps. One, show up naked. Two, bring food. And you got him for life."

She stops flipping through the pages and looks at him. "Beautiful blue eyes...nice face complexion."

In the meantime, she's giving him the "If I could kick you in the balls right now, I would you chauvinest pig" look. It could be worse...she may actually get up and kick him in the balls. She shakes her head and starts reading the magazine again. Vegas stops smiling and looks forward. He grabs a magazine ahead of him and starts flipping through it. He actually leans back and begins to read it as she looks out of the corner of her eye, curious as to what magazine he's picked up.

Woman:"Cosmopolitan?"

She almost said it as a laugh. Vegas straightens himself out and looks at her with a questioning look.

Vegas:"Well not all men are chauvinist pigs. I'm interested in what you women want and how you want to be held...and apparantly according to this ad right here, how to insert a tampon..."

He makes a sour face and throws the magazine away. He sticks his tounge out with a disgusted look on his face and starts wiping his hands on his jacket. She starts to laugh and closes her magazine. She turns to him.

Woman:"What did you say your name was?"

Vegas:"....Vegas. Vinny Vegas."

Now this isn't any ordinary plane. This is a special plane built and paid for by Diamond Kid. It's the POW plane and inside are seats, couches and a couple party rooms. There's also an interview room where wrestlers, or managers, can come and cut interviews which upon landing, will be sent to POW headquarters and aired right away. Well after getting to know Christine a bit better...you remember her....brunette, yadda yadda yadda...he decides it's time to really, truly break the peace and cut an interview. It's time to show these punks how it's done. Vegas has taken off his bandanna but still has his jacket and jeans on. The camera clicks on and the little red light pops up. Vegas looks right into the camera and with the remote, begins his rant.

Vegas:"It's me. I'm back on the air and once again, I'm gonna trash talk you little shitheads into making you think your nothing more than Bladefist. To those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, he was a little blond punk who I trusted and he stabbed my back so he could get some spotlight. DK had promised him spotlight, but in the end, he got jack shit. He's probably in the sewers now, cleaning up all our shit. Literally. But anyway, I'm watching TV last night and Diamond Kid and his Fagtapulous Four decide that they are gonna stick me in a handicap hardcore match against venom and Mr. Showtime. I justs atrted laughing. I mean, are you fucking kidding me??? Your putting me basically in my own backyard and telling me to go play. How fucking retarded. Not only that, but you think by sticking two men on me, you can destroy me. DK, you lonely pathetic fuck. When will you learn that I don't DIE! I'm the son of a bitch who always...and I mean goddamn ALWAYS comes back and finds you, and haunts you and hunts you down. I've been causing you misery for the last 2 years. When will you learn? There is NO STOPPING VINNY VEGAS. You see, you throw in Venom, and you throw in Mr. Showtime and expect me to be scared, or even intimidated by them. But I look at them and see nothing more than a couple of mid-carders put up against an Icon. And I know they're afriad, because they know what I can do. They know everything I've done and they know I'll do anything to win. The fact that this is a hardcore match just put the cherry on top. But see, this match is not my main goal. for you see, I have two goals. the first, is to win the world title and the second is to absolutely beat the living hell out of you, and if the opportunity comes, you can bet your ass I'm gonna make you bleed. Diamond Kid, I came here to once again, destroy your dream and end any chance of peace that you had. And now I'm here and I know you must be shaking in your boots. Just know this DK: If you come anywhere close to me, you better pray that I'm unconscious or dead because if I'm not....then YOU'RE MINE!!!"

Vegas backs off and slows himself down a bit. He takes a sip of a bottle of water beside him. You can hear some music beginning to play in the seating area. Seems some of the boys wanna start partying. Vegas puts the cap back on the water and continues.

Vegas:"Now let's talk about these two chumps you put me up against. Mr. Showtime and Venom. Shit DK, I thought you had at least some brains to put me in the ring with some competition. I got more talent in my smallest fart than the two of these have together. They will be no challenge. As a matter of fact, they will be a very large stepping stone to my quest for gold. I will make them an example to the entire world. I'm gonna show them that Vinny Vegas is not a thing of the past. I'm gonna show the people and all the execs that Vinny Vegas is not a man to be fucked with and I'm especially going to show you DK, why everything you do to me, and everything you try to do to me fails because of the fact that I'm tough as nails and smarter than you. You can hide behind your corporate goons for now but not always. Now Mr. Showtime, your obviosuly the least of my worries. I mean, your just some over pumped steroid baby. Showtime, you remind me of this guy I once fought. His name was Grizzled Bear. This guy claimed to be the best and made up little nicknames for himself, but each and every one of those nicknames were bullshit because like I'm going to do to you, I slapped him around the ring. I made him my bitch. And tomorrow night, you become my bitch as well. Your gonna be in the corner begging for mercy. I will not give it to you. Your gonna be running to the corner begging Venom for a tag. He doesn't wanna tag in though. Why would he? Why would he want to step in the ring with the most extreme wrestler in wrestling today??? Showtime, tomorrow night, your going to feel first hand what it's like to lose to greatness. I've been in this business for four years now and I have dominated from day 1. I can't tell you what the low point in my career is because I don't believe that I've had one. Actually, I think it may be happening tomorrow when I step in the ring with pure GARBAGE such as yourself. You don't deserve to be in the same ring with me nevermind fighting me. But don't worry about it. At least you can say that you were beat by the best..."

Vegas laughs. The door opens and in walks the woman. He has found out that her name is Christine and that she's from a city near Toronto in Canada. She sits down on the couch beside the camera and his eyes follow her all the way down. She crosses her legs. Those smooth...amazing legs.

He stops himself from drooling and shakes it off. he looks back into the camera.

Vegas:"Now Venom is the other bitch in this match. Venom, we were in the OWF, ASW and maybe some other feds together as well. Our paths have never crossed...until now. You should be worried Venom. I've heard your good, but your not good enough to beat me. You never will be. Especially not in any kind of hardcore match where the rules are just tossed out the window. Venom, I'm gonna teach you the true meaning of pain. Not that little pussy shit you see in the WWF or WCW. Not even that shit you see in ECW. Hell, this wont even be POW. This will be VEF: Vegas' Extreme Federation. I'm gonna make your goddamn blood trickle out of your forehead right down that white paint on your face. The fans will be turning away from the mess I'm gonna make you. Hell, they may not even be able to show this match on the network because it would be just too damn immoral. I mean, they got shows like Temptation Island which degrade anyone that watches it but this will be much worse. This will be EXPLICIT VIOLENCE and nothing more. It will not be a match. It will be myself beating the absolute fuck out of you and Showtime for as long as I want to. Make you look like a pinatta and then spit in your face. You better be damn afriad Venom because this will be your last match in a long time. Mentally and physically you will not be able to get into the ring after tomorrow night, so be prepared. Be prepared to walk into the ring tomorrow night and get carried out. It'll be tough for the doctors to determine what's your ass and what's your face."

He motions for Christine to get up. She does so and lenas on him from the side. Great fucking legs....

Vegas:"Now I'd like to introduce to you my new valet to the ring, Christine. She'll be accomponing me everywhere."

Christine:"That's right. I'll be behind Vegas all the way whether you little boys like it or not."

Vegas:"She's a great manager...especially with her 'assets'..."

She playfully slaps him and comes and stands right in front of him but lower. Her ass is right in his groinal area. He gulps and it's very visible on camera but smiles.

Vegas:"Now I just wanna make one thing clear with the rest of you. I'm not here to be your friend, your pal or your poker buddy. I'm not here to be your enemy or someone to feud with. I'm here for one reason and one reason only and that's to once again make DK's life a living fucking hell. What that means is that I'm gonna run over the competition one by one or in this case, two at a time until I reach the very top that I can get here and I don't care who I have to take out, wheteher it's Venom, Showtime, Rommel, Driggs, Swift, Coal or even you Overdose. That title will be around my waist. I guarran-damn-tee it because I'm Vinny Vegas and I am THAT DAMN GOOD. I can do anything and everything. Venom, Showtime, be prepared tomorrow to step into my fucking world tomorrow. Be prepared for the biggest beating you will ever receive and hell, I'd even reserve some spots in the hospital for the two of you because when time for a blood transfusion occurs, and you have no room, then you will most likely die and although I'd like to take the credit for it, I wouldn't want that burden on my shoulder. POW, Be Prepared...if you sniff, what the Icon's scratchin'."

As the scene begins to fade out, Christine turns around and they start kissing. As she turns around completely...you can see Vegas starting to pull down her zipper from behind. Fade to black.

*Vegas Entertainment 2000™*