Interpromotional 6 Man Tag

[Jay]

Deadlines:

Pacific: Tuesday - 10 P.M.
Mountain: Tuesday - 11 P.M.
Central: Tuesday/Wednesday - Midnight
Eastern: Wednesday 1 A.M.
U.K.: Wednesday 6 A.M.

RolePlay Limit: 6 RPs Per Team

RPs Must be 4 Hrs Apart on DL Day

[Mello Yello]

He said, "Who truly belongs here?"
Not I she said, I'll lie here with you
He knows no one shines forever
They change with the weather

He said, "I've now stayed too long here"
Good bye she said, I'll wait here for you
He knows the winds carry sorrow
As the leaves should follow
They leave tomorrow

FAN Party Presidential Candidate Cameron Hayden and his Girlfriend, Jade Chung, sat in the same airport café as before, with their delay still leaving them half an hour to wait around before boarding the plane would begin. Cameron had just finished signing a small kids autograph and looked out at the boys mother, and he felt a pang of longing for a good relationship with his, now deceased mother.

He had given jade a couple dollars to buy a cookie to replace the one he had given the autograph seeking child for his flight, and when Jade came back, her face was shocked looking and she held no cookie.

“Cameron, come look at the TV,” jade said, her panicky tone of voice did not help reassure Cameron.

“What is it?” Cameron asked.

As they walked up towards the TV, Cameron’s jaw dropped. There stood on the screen a woman, surrounded by a throng of media people, tape recorders and microphones shoved in her face, flash bulbs going off in her face. A face that looked oddly familiar to Cameron and Jade.

My name is Victoria Hayden, and I am Cameron Hayden’s Mother. My “son” is running for President under the FAN Party Banner. Well, this psychotic young man, who I gave birth to, tried to kill me many months ago on a visit to his home, my son and his girlfriend stabbed me in the stomach, and cut up through my chest, and dumped my body out in the forest,” the woman said, tears rolling down her cheeks.

”I was able to flag down a car and get to a Hospital, where I was successfully kept alive. I am here to tell you, the man preaching about saving the children and saving Natural resources, is nothing but a cold blooded killer!” Victoria Hayden spat out.

“How is that her?” Jade whispered to Cameron.

“It can’t be! We didn’t toss her into the woods. We were sure she was dead, before he threw her into the lake,” Cameron whispered back.

Just then Cameron’s cell phone went off in Cameron’s pocket. Cameron quickly pulled it out and looked at the number. it was Dave Adams the leader of the FAN Party who had offered Cameron the spot as the FAN Party candidate, with himself as Cameron’s running mate.

“Yeah?” Cameron said into the phone.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” Dave yelled into the phone.

“You’re watching CNN, I take it?” Cameron asked.

“CNN, NBC, CBS, FOX, hell, even UPN has this shit on it, Cameron. What the hell did you do?” Dave asked.

“Dave, I didn’t do a thing! This is a phony! My Mom drowned to death fishing! They never found her body!” Cameron told Dave, recounting the story the police “expert” had told Cameron.

“Then who is this psycho bitch?” Dave asked.

“Dave, I have no idea!” Cameron asked.

“Are you on your way to Japan yet?” Dave asked.

“No,” Cameron said.

“Good, get to my house NOW!” Dave ordered.

“Alright. Talk to you then,” Cameron said closing the phone and looking out of the café and seeing several of the reporters that were going to follow Cameron and Jade to Japan, now converging onto the small café, tape recorders in hand.

“We’re leaving,” Cameron told Jade as they walked to the table to grab their bags. They began sprinting towards the exit.

“What happened?” Jade asked, trying to keep up with Cameron’s long steps.

“Dave wants us at his house. He think’s the press won’t be able to find us there,” Cameron said, pulling out his cell phone once more, he put in ten numbers and held it to his ear.

“Hello? Mr. Inoue? It’s Cameron Hayden, something has come up, and we won’t be able to make it over there. My deepest apologies! I’ll make the dates up I promise. Jade, get a cab for us. No, I was talking to my girlfriend, sir. I’ll call you as soon as I can make it over. I’m also sending a check to reimburse you for the plane tickets. Alright, sir, I’ll talk to you soon, bye,” Cameron sighed as a bright yellow cab stopped in front of Jade and they opened the door, and Cameron gave the cabby Dave address.

* * *

The cab pulled up outside of Dave Adam’s large Philadelphia, Pennsylvania home. Cameron reached into his back pocket in the back seat of the cab, and handed the cabby a wad of cash that more than covered the fare.

“Keep the change!” Cameron said as he and Jade went to the back of the cab to grab their bags and quickly head into Dave’s home. Dave and Lauren Adams quickly helped Cameron and Jade get their bags and themselves into the home.

“Dave, they were already coming after us at the fucking airport!” Cameron said shaking his head

“They’re monsters,” Jade said shaking his head.

“Sorry to cut your vacation short,” Dave said putting Jade and Cameron’s bags next to the sofa in the living room.

“It was going to be a working vacation, anyway. We were only gonna be gone for 14 days. 11 of which I was wrestling. Taka Inoue was pissed I had to cancel, I screwed up the next two weeks of shows,” Cameron said, shaking his head. He hated canceling bookings.

“Sorry, man,” Dave said, putting his hand on Cameron’s shoulder.

“So, what are we gonna for damage control?” Cameron asked.

“Wait,” Dave said.

“Wait? For what?” Cameron asked.

“We want to see what will happen. Just then the host of “Headline News” on CNN, said something that grabbed all of their attention.

”Presidential hopeful, Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton has called a press conference to comment on the recent accusation of murder against FAN Party Candidate, professional wrestler, Cameron Hayden. We send you live to new York, where Senator Clinton is now approaching the podium,” The Announcer said as the view on the screen cut to a podium in New York, where the Senator, Hillary Clinton was standing, with a prepared speech in front of her.

”Today a woman came out, and accused my esteemed opponent, Cameron Hayden, of attempted murder. I am deeply ashamed of my opponent, and I hope he can live with the guilt of this, if it is true. We all hope Mr. Hayden is not guilty of what he is accused of, but we do not know. As one of his opponents, I hope he can surpass this, and make it through the campaign in one piece,” Senator Clinton said, stepping away from the podium, as the screen went dark from the remote control in Dave’s hand.

“Well, that answered my question,” Dave said, rubbing his hands together.

“What question is that?” Cameron asked, confused.

“They’re gonna use this to stab you in the neck, I was just wondering how long it would take,” Dave said.

“So. . . what do we do?” Cameron asked.

“Good question,” Dave said.

Fragments of joy torn apart
A freshly drained heart that beats
Disguise themselves through him
He'll say that it's nothing new
And swear this is true,
for you, I'll swallow the ocean

I'll swallow the ocean

He said, "Who truly belongs here?"
Not I she said, I'll lie here to you
I know the sorrow is sacred
And I'll never break you
I'll softly save you

Cameron Hayden appeared on camera with his EWE Xtreme Tag team Championship Belt over his shoulder. Cameron was dressed in a suit akin to that of a game show host. Behind him is a large screen with Jade Chung standing next to it dressed like a Vietnamese-American Vanna White.

“Welcome everyone to a show I like to call: Triple H’s Most Embarrassing Moments EVER! We are here to bring to you some of the most humiliating moments in the Career of one Paul Michael Levesque.

“I give to you first, December 17, 1995. A match called an Arkansas Hog Pen match. A man by the name of Hunter Hearst Helmsley had to take on henry O. Godwin inside of a muddy, disgusting Hog Pen. Triple H did win, but not after taking part in the worst, ugliest, most disgusting mud bath in history. Triple H was covered in mud, much, shit, and who knows what else.

“March, 31, 1996, Wrestlemania XII, possibly the biggest show Triple H had ever been apart of, up to that point. He is facing the man who main evented Wrestlemania VI. No, Not Hulk Hogan, but everyones favorite racist, homophobic, wack-job, Jim Helwig, or as he is known, in the eyes of Wrestling fans and the government, The Ultimate Warrior. Now, this sounds like a match Triple H would very easily squash the past-his-prime Superstar. But, that was not to be on this night. Here is the match for you to watch:”

Jade Chung moves away from the screen and the Minute long match comes up: youtube.com/watch?v=Bc2Xsh70gDA&search=Triple%20H%20vs%20Ultimate%20Warrior

“September 22, 1996, the In Your House: Mind Games Pay-Per-View, you got your ass handed to you by everyones favorite crack head, Jake “The Pipe” Roberts.. I meant Snake. I meant Jake “The Snake.”

“September 16, 1999. As WWF Champion, you issue a challenge to WWF Chairman, Vince McMahon. Thinking it’d be an easy chance to beat up your father-in-law, and end the problems there, you mess up. Shane McMahon attacks you, and next thing you know, you lost your WWF Title to a man whose more than twenty years older than you, and a Senior Citizen!!

“April, 21, 2002. As WWF Undisputed Champion, you walk into a Pay-Per-View headlining match against yet another past-his-prime Superstar. A man by the name of Terry Bollea, also known as Hulk Hogan. And you lose. That makes you 0 and 2 against the main event of Wrestlemania VI! Trips, you lost to HULK HOGAN! That pretty much makes you a failure at life! The man has had his hip and knees replaced and you couldn’t beat him! And you claim to be a great wrestler?

“December, 23, 2002. You lose an arm wrestling match to your comrade in anal steroid injections, Scott Steiner, pretty weak, Trips.

“Speaking of Scott Steiner, on January, 13 2003, he ripped off your suit and let you walk around in your little bikini brief jockey shorts. What kind of man wears those things? Trips, maybe you’ve got some kind of cross dressing issues that you need to work on. Is the King of Kings really a Queen?

“May, 18, 2003, you have to beat up a referee to get away from Kevin Nash with your title, a man with the wrestling ability of a mechanical bull. Trips.. How were you the longest reigning EWE Champion again?

“July, 21, 2003, Bill Goldberg gets in your face and you run away like a little bitch. But, I guess you are, so, I guess running away works for you, huh? You pathetic little coward. I have had some of the top stars in the business today confront me and I brought them to their fucking knees with my pure wrestling ability. Ask White Tiger about Cameron Hayden! Ask Johnny Chaos about Cameron Hayden! They’ll tell you what I am saying! I do not back down from ANYONE! And you run away from Bill Goldberg! You coward! You were so scared of Goldberg you had to offer any $100,000 to take him out, so you wouldn’t have to! You pathetic waste of testicles!

“August, 30, 2004. You loose to a retarded kid!

“Now, onto your Tag Team partners, Joey Matthews and John Hennigan. Or as they are known to everyone else Joey Mercury and Johnny Nitro, collectively, as I like to call them, SKITTLES

“Johnny Nitro floated around WWE’s Monday Night Raw for a while, being Eric Bishoff’s bitch. Remember? Do you know how he lost his job as Bishoff’s assistant? He lost to the same retarded kid as Triple H did!

“And Joey Mercury, getting booted from the WWE and sent to drug rehab! You get the gift to actually be a good wrestler, Joey, and you fucking blow it! You poison your body and fucking blow your shot at the big time!

“It’s a good thing EWE is loose with their drug testing or you’d be gone from here in a fucking HEART BEAT you pot smoking, coke snorting waste of a nose and mouth. Speaking of loose on drug policies. Triple H, I remember a few months back reading on Ultimate Warriors website that he thought you looked a little puffy, like you had been taking a lot of steroids and not working out very much. That wouldn’t be true.. Would it Hunter?

“See, it is people like these three stooges that makes people like me and Dylan North look bad. These people who have outrageous bodies, only because they take pills. People like Dylan and I work for everything! Our bodies included. See, I spend three hours a day in a gym! Three hours, seven days a week! That’s 21 hours a week! That’s nearly a day a week in the gym! What do you three do? You pull your pants down, bend over and ask the guy next to you to “put it in your ass.” I guess you just have to hope your not next to a gay man, huh?

“You three do not equal up to Dylan North and myself! So at Extreme Overload we will walk into Chaos’ front lawn, and leave a flaming pile of dog shit on their front porch, courtesy of Xplosion’s top tag team! See, we don’t even need Mr. Man to dismantle you, but if we can get the help, it would be nice.

“Between Dylan North and myself, we posses, possibly the most talented set of wrestling holds and maneuvers ever known to man. And we plan on using most of them on you three human turds!

“My name is Cameron Hayden, and I Am Above You!”

Fragments of joy torn apart
A freshly drained heart that beats
Disguise themselves through him
He'll say that it's nothing new
And swear this is true,
for you, I'll swallow the oceanI'll swallow the ocean

[[The King Of Kings] }{}{}{]

not much, but it's something

[Mello Yello]

Wish I may
Wish I might
Have this I wish tonight
Are you satisfied?

Dig for gold
Dig for fame
You dig to make your name
Are you pacified?

All the wants you waste
All the things you've chased

FAN Party Vice Presidential Candidate Dave Adams paced the living room of his large Philadelphia home, as his wife Lauren Adams watched, sitting on their large sofa, her hands clenched around a mug filled with steaming tea. Her eyes darted back and forth as Dave walked from one end of the room to the other. He stopped, sighed, and ran his fingers through his long black hair, and then continued pacing around the room.

Upstairs, FAN Party Presidential Candidate Cameron Hayden sat on the red carpet of Dave and Lauren Adams’ guest bedroom, as his girlfriend, Jade Chung sat on the bed looking at Cameron. Cameron had been accused of murder and been forced to cancel two weeks of bookings over in Japan. Cameron was frustrated with what was going on, and every few minutes he would sit up, slam his fist into his thigh, or into the floor and mutter a curse word.

Dave still paced thinking of a way to end this, so Cameron can come out smelling like roses, and still have a shot at the Presidency. Dave paced before stopping, suddenly, he did not put his hands in his hair, and he did not sigh. He had stumbled onto an idea. The political genius that got President Bill Clinton out of impeachment would be the same one to get Cameron Hayden off from murder charges.

“I got it Laur!” Dave exclaimed running to his wife, kissing her, and then running to the steps and bounding up them taking three at a time. He then burst through the door of the guest room, not even considering knocking.

“Cameron fucking Hayden, I just saved your ass!” Dave said, his excitement making him look and act like a wild man.

“What?” Cameron asked, his excitement showing in how he acted, as Cameron looked as happy as a toad that just lost a real-life game of Frogger.

“I have saved your ASS, kid! I have fucking saved you!!” Dave said, grabbing Cameron’s wrists and pulling him to a standing position.

“What is it, Dave?” Cameron asked, getting annoyed.

“You said the police told you your Mom died from drowning, right?” Dave asked Cameron still buzzing.

“Yes, Dave I told you that,” Cameron said.

“Then that is what we’ll tell every fucking person in the entire planet, kid!” Dave said.

A grin crept across Cameron’s smug face.

“You’re a genius, Dave,” Cameron said.

Dave grabbed his cell phone.

“Tony, call the press, we need everyone there in an hour Yes an HOUR. Sixty minutes or your ass is fired!” Dave said hanging up the cell phone and stuffing it into his pocket.

“Get in the shower, put on a nice suit and get your ass down town in sixty minutes!” Dave said as he left the room.

“He’s very excitable,” Jade said laughing.

“You’re tellin’ me,” Cameron said, grabbing a suit of Dave’s from the closet. Dave wouldn’t mind.

* * *

Sixty five minutes later, Cameron arrived downtown, outside of the FAN Party Head Quarters, where a mass gathering of media stood. Cameron walked up and stood in between Dave and FAN Party spokesman Tony Michael.

“You’re later,” Dave whispered.

“But, damn I look good,” Cameron said as a joke.

“Not time for jokes kid, if you want to be President, then you better get serious,” Dave said, he the leaned forward and looked at Tony Michael, “It’s time.”

Tony stepped forward and stood behind the mic at the podium, with the HAYDEN - ADAMS 06 Logo.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have called you here today to address the issues brought up by a woman claiming to be a Ms. Victoria Hayden. Our Presidential Candidate, Cameron Hayden, will now address the issue,” Tony said stepping away as the small crowd clapped, and Cameron walked up to the microphone, holding a speech Dave had written while Cameron was preparing to come to the press conference.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” Cameron said looking over the crowd filled with TV Cameras, flash bulbs and people with note pads scribbling down notes. “I am a professional wrestler. It is my job, and it is my lifestyle. Earlier today I was preparing to hop onto a airplane and fly to Japan to do what I do, wrestle. I stood in line to buy my girlfriend a cookie, when I looked up at a TV and saw a woman, who did look strikingly similar to my Mother, but that was not my Mother.

“My Mother, a accused sex offender, and child abuser, by the name of Victoria Hayden died earlier this year in a boating accident. She took a small boat out onto a lake just outside of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. I do not know what happened to her, all I know is that Victoria Hayden never came home. The police searched the area, and all they could tell me was that my Mother more than likely drowned.

“Do I really know what happened to my Mother that day on the lake? No. Did I kill my mother? No. See, My Mother’s death was a sad event. Despite the fact my mother sexually, and physically abused me from the ages of seven to fourteen years old, I was still saddened to see her die. And it breaks my heart to hear some lady claim that it was me, who killed her. A woman who even goes as far as to claim she IS my Mother.

“Whoever this woman is, she is mentally ill, should not get media attention, but media pity, and some kind hearted person should check this woman into a nursing home, so she cannot spread any more malicious and fraudulent lies. She is trying to ruin at the Presidency, and I am as ashamed of this woman as I am of Senator Clinton for believing such obvious shots against my character!

“In conclusion, I would like to tell you all, this woman is just confused. She must have ran out of whatever medication she is on, and needs a refill. Thank you,” Cameron turned from the podium as the crowd clapped.

“Nice delivery, kid,” Dave said.

“Nice speech, old man,“ Cameron said despite fact Dave was not too much older than Cameron.

Cameron and Dave walked into the FAN Headquarters as Tony fielded questions from the press. Cameron saw a TV on CNN showing the last seconds of Cameron’s speech. Cameron grabbed a cup off of a table and filled it water from the PUR Water dispenser they got from the company which endorsed Cameron’s campaign.

Cameron slammed down the cup of water before Dave tapped on his shoulder from behind.

“Hey, Cam, we got something to show you back here,” Dave said, leading Cameron towards a back room.

Once the door opened, Cameron gasped, and then an evil grin crept across his face.

Sitting, tied to a chair was the imposter of Cameron’s dead Mother.

And it all crashes down
And you break your crown
And you point your finger
But there's no one around

Just want one thing
Just to play the king
But the castle crumbled
And you've left with just a name

Where's your crown?
King nothing

One half of the Extreme Wrestling Entertainment Xtreme Tag team Champions, Cameron Hayden walked into the same room as he did before, the game show set, torn down, leaving just grey walls and a grey cement floor. The most colorful thing in the room was Cameron himself, dressed in nearly all black.

His shirt is a black button up shirt, opened to reveal a Wednesday Night Xplosion T-Shirt, he wore it as if it were a team jersey, showing that he was out to win this match for Xplosion, because it was of very little benefit to Cameron himself to win the match. He wore a pair of shorts that hung below her knees. He wore a pair of short black socks with a pair of black shoes on. His Championship title belt hung over his shoulder.

Sitting in the middle of the room, unseen before, was a gray metal chair. Cameron spun it around and sat on it backwards, his forearms resting on the back of the chair. Cameron stared right into the camera, and hung the belt over the back of the chair.

“Did you guys see Xplosion last week? The Queen of Queens and SKITTLES came to my show, and tried to take out Dylan North, and myself. The Queen himself, swung a chair at Dylan, trying to send his head into the third row, and all he did was make Rick Cage even more retarded than before.

“And SKITTLES? Well, they just flat out got thrown away like the garbage they are. See, they don’t realize, Dylan North and myself are the greatest team in professional wrestling.. EVER. Which brings me to White Tiger.

“See, Jeff, you were able to beat me in what you call a “tag team” match, when really, my partner never showed and it was two on one. See, Jeff, you can beat me, when the odds are against me, but the first time you and I went one-on-one, I brought down the “mighty” White Tiger. And now, you think you’re bringing in some huge surprise of a Tag team partner, that I would never be able top figure out. But Jeff, I know. I know who you’re bringing, and if this were two years ago, I’d be a little worried. If it were two years ago, I would be some kid fresh outta wrestling school. But this isn’t two years ago, Jeff. This is the modern day. And you and your partner are of no importance to me, and no importance to Dylan North.

“It’s funny you think it was my win over you that shot me to the top. Like I owe you my entire fucking career! Jeff, I got to the top because of my hard work. Really, when I beat you, the name Jeff Payne meant so little, it was like beating Rick Cage! Jeff, you didn’t make me, but I broke you!

“Now, onto things that aren’t “so two years ago.” Triple H, Vince McMahon’s son-in-anus... I mean son-in-law. A man who slept his way to the top. I guess it is pretty easy to get to the top when your penis finds it home inside of the boss’ daughter, eh Trips?

“See, Trips, you had your time in the spotlight, but you’re on the other side of the hill. Your career is winding down, Hunter. See, you’re what? 36? 37? I’m 24 years old! You didn’t win a World title until you were 30! I have plenty of time left, Paul. You don’t.

“I love how you mock my X-Division Title reign, and you mock my X-Tag Title reign, it is hilarious. Because these are titles you couldn’t win if you tried! The steroids that gave you the look that won you a spot at the time, are the ones that are breaking down your body, slowly, and making it impossible for you to go much longer. Most of your EWE Titles have been Tag team titles, because now, you can’t carry yourself through a wrestling match.

“Could I beat Sean Lewis? Probably, but a better question, Hunter is: could you? Trips, you are past the expiration date, buddy. You know what Paul, Jeff Payne and Johnny Chaos can’t match up to you, because they can still wrestle. You half hobble, half dance around the ring, and in the end look even more dumb than your entrance costume at Wrestlemania 22.

“DO I believe I can be a one man wrecking crew? Yes, I do. See, All I have to do is beat up a Tough Enough jerk off, a has been loser, and a drug addict. This is like sending Michael Jordan in to play Special Olympics basketball! See, I have seen my partners, Dylan North will show up, and really, he is the only partner I need, because Mr. Man wouldn’t contribute anything Dylan and I couldn’t do on our own.

“You brag about being the longest reigning EWE Champion in History, yet, you won the title two years ago! You’re just like Jeff Payne, two years too irrelevant. You’re a thing of the past, Trips. I can carry MY team, can you? Can somebody whose body is so worn down like yours is, handle the most gifted technical wrestler in the history of professional wrestling? I’d rip your stiff limbs right off of your fucking body!

“It may be “time to play the game,” but I have the cheat book!

“My entrance music is called “King Nothing,” and it is by Metallica. So, since you’re the “King of Kings” I have to ask: When it all crashes down, and you break your crown, and you point your finger, and there’s no one around. Where’s your crown, King Nothing?

“My name is Cameron Hayden and I Am Above You!”

I wish I may
I wish I might
Have this wish I wish tonight

I want that star
i want it now
I want it all and I don't care how

Careful what you wish
Careful what you say
Careful what you wish
You may regret it

Careful what you wish
You just might get it

Then it all crashes down
And you break your crown
And you point your finger
But there's no one around

[Johnny Nitro]

[glow=pink,2,300]The scene opens up backstage at Extreme Overload. Johnny Nitro, Joey Mercury, and Melina are shown walking around…

Nitro: Well cats, we made it here… our first EWE pay per view… in what, our 3rd show?

Mercury: This EWE knows what is up if you ask me… they know where to toss the talent… and they know we’re a force to be taken serious. I mean… come on… our looks are serious enough…

Nitro: Seriously hot!

Melina: You guys can’t forget about my match… I’m gonna knock that slut right out of her hooker boots, and bring the Women’s Championship home to MNM!

Nitro: That’s the plan Melina… now do something about it! Tonight… Joey and I go down to that ring with the King of Kings… The Game… the former EWE World Champion… Triple H… and we take on those 3 junior varsity ugly dudes from Chaos…

Mercury: Mr. Man… what the hell kind of a name is that?

Nitro: I think it has something to do with what his boyfriend calls him or something… a name like Mr. Man couldn’t be straight… no way in hell…

Melina: Then you guys have the EWE X-Tag Champs… don’t tell me those guys aren’t a little too close…

Nitro: Yeah… Cameron Hayden… the biggest mouth in the EWE… he thinks he can say anything he wants about anyone in the EWE… wasn’t it Shadow Angel… some newb… who took the X-Division title from him? He still thinks he’s the king of the X-Division or something… know what… FUCK THE X-DIVISION… learn to wrestle you little pricks. That goes double for Mr. Dylan North… the “King of X”… your useless moves won’t do shit against Joey, Trips, and I… we’re just too hot… and well… you’re just not!

MNM all laugh as the scene fades away…[/glow]

[Shawn Ashlocke]

A scene unfolds for the fans, from O'Hare International Airport in Chicago, Illinois. The doors from gate 17 swing open and out walks a crowd of people. They are mainly just average people, who don't stand out in any way, except for perhaps the odd severely obese man, or a woman with a crying child. The intercom cuts in.

Intercom: Flight 915 from Calgary, Alberta, Canada now arriving at Gate 17...

The next man to come out, however, is VERY familiar. Over one shoulder, he has a large black and red duffel bag slung over his Calgary Flames jersey-clad shoulder. His red-lensed sunglasses only serve to add to the ensamble. As his head turns we recognize the shaved head, cold stare, and wide, but imposing build as that of XPlosion superstar, and eWe double-champion Dylan North. He looks around for a minute, getting his bearings, then heads toward the main terminal. The camera catches up to him as he begins to speak.

Dylan: So.... here we are. My first encounter in a LEGAL environment, with the boys from Chaos. I must say, I'm not too impressed. While I COULD be back on XPlosion, winning more titles... or AGAIN proving myself to be the most fighting champion in this damn company, instead I have to fly all the way out to fuckin' Chicago, just to bring up the ratings of a Chaos Pay Per View.

He shakes his head a bit, letting out a deep sigh, obviously pissed off.

Dylan: I mean, there's a DAMN good reason it took Lewis, Piper and Hayden MONTHS to get me into this company.... and, further, why I refused to even give a THOUGHT to signing with Chaos.... and that reason is this. I don't trust Shane McMahon as far as I could throw him. Then again, that IS a pretty damn far way. But I digress... you see, I know about the vendetta the McMahons have against UKW, and being a former UKW World Champion... it kinda puts me on edge knowing that out here, one of them runs the show. I'm preparing for, and expecting, an all out war. I fully expect to see at least 3, 4, maybe even a whole LOCKER ROOM of Chaos guys to get thrown at me tonight, ASIDE from the ones in this match. The way I see it, I'm walking in to enemy territory, with a standing grudge with their general. This doesn't sound very good for me, does it? But ya know what?

The match itself worries me about as much as bingo night at the Seniors center.... I mean, let's look at who I'm facing here. First of all.... we have TRIPLE H. A former 10-time WWE champion.... a LEGEND under that particular roof. Well, let me tell ya something Trips.... this aint the WWE. I'm not The Rock, or Stone Cold Steve Austin.... I don't get by, by chugging beers and raising eyebrows... I don't expect people to fear me because I can roll back my eyes.... or to RESPECT me, because I say 'BROTHER' a lot. I get by in this business by kicking ass... people fear me because they know, going into a match with me, that they will be hurt.... and they respect me, because I'm one of the VERY BEST at what I do! I walk in to any ring, on any night, against any opponent, knowing there's less than five percent chance I won't walk out with the win. You see, I'm not a SPORTS ENTERTAINER.... I'm not a SUPERSTAR.... I'm a WRESTLER! It's what I do. I get into the ring, I hurt people, and I walk out with gold. It's that simple. No spitting water into the air, and making constapated faces while I growl at people, hoping it intimidates them. I don't need to be a CEREBRAL ASSASIN... cause I beat my opponents IN THE RING! You say you're THE GAME? ....Well, congradulations Hunter. You're about to get PLAYED!

Dylan turns down a hallway toward baggage claim..

Dylan: Or what about MNM? ....Wow, what a name. Kinda makes me hungry, now that I think of it. Ya know, I heard these guys have been workin' out with H all week.... ya know, they all get into their little spandex skivies... head down to the gym.... do some lunges, some benches, some squats, some.... PELVIC THRUSTS, whatever the case may be. They work up a sweat, then head to the shower.... and Triple H finds out why MNM's 'melt in your mouth, not in your hands'.

He turns into the camera with a big smile..

Dylan: Though, to be fair... it's not like Triple H had much of a choice, I guess this time, MNM had two words for HIM.Nah, but seriously... I've always wondered, which one of you two imbaciles is the little red guy, and which one's the big stupid yellow one? This could be useful information when scouting an opponent.... I mean, the one with the chocolate center's GOTTA be easier to break than the peanut, wouldn't ya think? ....nah, nah, but seriously. Enough bad candy jokes. We all know where you guys really got your name right? Mercury.... Nitro... and Man-diva? I mean, I gotta hand it to ya, you guys are pretty suave. I mean, you're smoother than Triple H's shit after drinking a whole bottle of Exlax.... which makes me wonder what you're doing with Melina. I mean, she looks sleazier than a Las Vegas pimp, and more man-like than one of his whores! That is one ugly bitch... Then again, to have two guys wrapped around her little finger.... who knows? Maybe her adam's apple isn't too obvious up close. But then again, who knows? Maybe you guys are taking an example from Triple H in old-school DX.... maybe she's your supposedly female bodyguard? After all, having seen how cowardly you fuckers were on XPlosion.... we all KNOW she must have the biggest BALLS in the group!

Their one and only advantage lies in the home-field concept.... this is THEIR Pay Per View... its XPlosion vs. Chaos, and we're just three.... scratch that, TWO lonely XPlosion members in a building FULL of Chaos wrestlers. We're like two blood soaked slabs of meat being thrown into a lions den... by all rights there should be NO WAY we walk out of Extreme Overload alive... but then again, those are just the odds. Odds are calculated on the basis of an average human being.... odds dont take into account... THE NORTH FACTOR! You see, Triple H and MNM have never crossed paths with me before, nor anyone LIKE me. This is a whole new experience for them... one they will soon live to regret. You underestimated me boys, and now it's time to pay the penalty.... so you bring on LAW, you bring on Randy Orton... Kris Jaxson, hell, you bring your WHOLE DAMN LOCKER ROOM! 'Cause me n' Hayden aint backing down. We're here to do what we do best.... kick some ass, and stand tall in the winners circle. You're NOT taking us down without a fight... bring your best, Chaos... 'cause XPlosion ALREADY HAS!

With that, his hand grabs the camera by the lens and shoves it away. The camera hits the floor with a loud thud, and something must have broken, cause it cuts instantly to static.

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