*Fade to picture*

*The camera pans around to see Matt Sharper sitting in a chair. He sips on a cup of coffee before smirking at the camera. He takes another sip and begins to speak.*

Sharper: Downfall..Downfall...Downfall. Where the hell do I begin?

*Matt takes a sip of his coffee again before putting the cup down.*

Sharper: Well let this be known. If I had a quarter for everytime you said the word sick in your last promo I'd be rich!

*Matt laughs to himself before continuing.*

Sharper: You talk about how your so sick and all that baby mumbo jumbo whining like a little bitch. Dude, if your so sick go to the fuckin' doctor. Jeez.

*Sharper takes a quick look at the clock and then turns back to the camera.*

Sharper: Downfall I got a question for you, buddy. Does it really look like I care what you did in past feds? Did I ask what little kid's asses you've kicked in your backyard federation? Not really. What you've done in the past doesn't mean shit anymore. Live life in the future not the past.

*Sharper takes another look at the clock and turns back.*

Sharper: Where the fuck is this kid?

Sharper: You see Downfall, I've not only broken the typical stereotype of a rookie who comes in talking a bunch of shit and then loses there first match, picks there tail up, and runs off, but I almost HAVE beaten the world champion, Joey Kincaid. But then again the word almost means as much as a parrot's piece of shit on a hot, muggy summer afternoon.

*Matt scratches his chin and begins speaking again.*

Sharper: Speaking of parrots, how much was yours? I kinda want to buy one now, name it Downfall and teach it how to say, "your a Batista ripoff", "your gonna get yourself a lawsuit soon", and "your stupid"..some of the phrases you seem to know very well.

Sharper: No offense, but dude if I look like Batista like you say I do, then hell more power to me.

*Just then Sharper's pager goes off. He takes a glance at it and looks at the camera.*

Sharper: You know I actually thought I saw Downfall and Carlos smoking some Mary Jane a couple of days ago, but then again I forgot something Downfall. Your "straight edge". Oops, my bad. Thats C.M. Punk, not you. Anyhow, I have to go. Time to meet some real hot bitches at the fair.

*Scene fades out.*

*Scene fades back in at the fair.*

*Matt and Danny are spotted walking around at the fair. The camera rushes over and follows. They make there way past a big crowd and then a woman runs up to them. Her breath wreaks of alcohol as she begins to yell at Sharper.*

Sharper: What do you want, you stupid bitch?

Bobbi Joe: You and me! We had that thar one night stand! Yer mie baby's daddy!

Sharper: What the hell were you talking about? Have you lived a sober night in your life, or are you naturally stupid?

Bobbi Joe: I assure you...I am not drunk!!!

Sharper: Oh, you aren't are you? Raise your right hand.

*Bobbi Joe raises her left hand.*

Sharper: Point proven. Get the fuck out of my face and head home to your trailor. Stop wasting my time. Go fuck guys like Downfall and Wilhite. Be gone, bitch.

*Danny and Sharper walk off. Danny looks on for a bit then starts cracking up.*

Sharper: And what the hell is so amusing?

Danny: Nothin' man, nothin'.

Sharper: Good. Looky here...

*They make one last push through a crowd and stop at a game. A big sign reads "Shoot out." Matt and Danny get in line and wait their turn.*

Sharper: You been watchin' this Downfall guys promos lately?

Danny: Yep. Sure have. Why?

Sharper: Nothing just wondering. What are these message boards this guy keeps mentioning?

Danny: Oh, it's like a site for XWF where you can talk to other people that watch the shows and stuff. It's kinda cool.

Sharper: Wow...I was right after all. Doesn't this guy have a life? Shouldn't he be going out and talkin' to girls? He really is a nerd..

Game host: NNNNEXXXTT!

Danny: Looks like your up.

*Sharper steps up and gives the man three tickets. He grabs the game shotgun and gets in position.*

Sharper: Watch this Danny boy. Paid these people a little extra to do this.

Danny: Do what?

Sharper: You'll see.

*Just then a disk with Downfall's face on it pops up. Matt aims...and shoots. It falls over!*

*Danny cracks up and Sharper smirks.*

*This time two disks pop up with Downfall's face on them. Sharper aims at one...shoots and it falls! Aims at the other shoots and hits it!*

Sharper: This is cool isn't it?

Danny: Hell yeah! I wanna get one with my ex girlfriends face on it!

Sharper: Ooookay..weirdo.

*The last disk pops up and starts moving across the board. Sharper aims and shoots, but misses! He aims again as the disk reaches the end of the board and shoots.....he knocks it over in the knick of time! The buzzer goes off as Sharper places the gun down.*

Sharper: That's all skills right there!

Game host: Alright! Good job. You can pick anything from the top shelf. The ultra soft teddy bear, the blow up bat, the stuffed horse, or the replica wrestling title.

Sharper: Ill take the replica, foam title.

Game host: Alllllright!

*The host takes the title off the rack and hands it to Sharper. Danny and Sharper start walking off as one last thing from Danny and Matt can be heard.*

Danny: Why did you take the belt?

Sharper: You'll see.

*Scene fades out.*

*Scene fades back in at Sharper's place. The camera is focused on the replica title which lays on a table. A note is attatched to it that reads.

From: Matt Sharper

To: Downfall

P.S. This is the only title you will be seeing in a long time. As a matter of fact this is the only title you will hold in your whole life as long as your in the XWF. Oh yeah...Merry Christmas, bitch.

*Foot steps are heard as the camera looks up to see Danny walking out. Sharper yells from the other room.*

Sharper: Hey! Dont forget to put the title in the box and ship it to Downfall. Dont forget, trailer park #32, trailer #9!

Danny: Okay! Cya.

Sharper: Peace!

*Fade to black*