Veronica Beck: What the Hell is going on out here?!

Vincent Gunn: Nothing…now.

JT Kash: Let me guess, he kicked your ass last week so you pick a fight with him back here this week rather than settling it in the ring like I would.

Veronica Beck: You actually paid attention?

JT Kash: Shush. You Vincent Gunn, and you Scott Taylor, who happens to be knocked out like a punk for lack of activity…fighting ability. I meant fighting ability.

Vincent Gunn: What’s your point!?

JT Kash: My point is get out of my arena. Next week at Wrestlegeddon I’m using my SUPER W2K POWERS!! To make a match. You two loser jerks face off in a little creation I made up called a pit fight match.

Vincent Gunn: What?

JT Kash: Did I st-st-st-studder, douche bag? No, you two in a pit, fighting, MMA like. Get the fuck out of my building.

Vincent Gunn starts to walk towards JT when suddenly Sapphire comes from behind grabbing Gunn around the waist and pulls him back. Vincent looks almost surprised to see her latched on to him and dragging him away like this, but finally he just goes with it and the two leave. Meanwhile. Scott Taylor is knocked out cold. Guess that's what happens to mutes.

NEXT!! 

Those old grungy guitar chords strike up from the old Freaks theme song. “Freak�?by Silverchair. The crowd stands to their feet to see Cross barrel out through the curtains in the old golf cart with Hernandez the dog riding shot gun.

Trunks: Where’s Ryan!?

Finally Ryan walks out with a fresh wound and bandage over his forehead. He looks over at Cross, then at Herny and we see him say. “Traitor�? Hernandez lays down and covers his head with his paws. Ryan shakes his head and walks on down the ramp. Cross zooms on passed him, nearly running his “partner�?over. Cross slams on the brakes next to the ring, steps up onto the hood of the golf cart then over on the apron and into the ring. Ryan just rolls in under the bottom rope and walks across the ring as Cross steps up on the middle turnbuckle looking out to the crowd, who just boo the crap out of him for being such a smart ass. Cross jumps off and spins around to face Ryan. Cross holds his arms out in a shrug with a smile before we’re interrupted with Lesmond’s entrance. The Lights Dim as the lurching Bass line of "Orion" by Metallica fades in over the PA, gradually getting louder as the drumbeat fades in also. The song grows as the fans boo in anticipation knowing Lesmond is about to make his entrance. As "Orion" grows ever louder, the guitars join in with a steady beat as two huge pyros at each side of the stage explode. A nearby fog machine belches out fog onto the stage and out steps Lesmond as lights all over the arena begin to flash in a strobe lighting pattern, his trademark smile on his face along with the trademark shades covering his eyes while the booing continues to engulf the arena. He paces confidently to the ring at a slow speed, savoring the boos of the crowd before stepping up the steel steps. The Strobe effect stops as now small white spotlights begin to flutter over the arena, creating a UFO-type effect. As Lesmond steps through the ropes he goes onto one of the corner turnbuckles and swivels his hips to the crowd as that corner of the arena boos frantically, annoyed by these taunts. Lesmond hops down and starts to make his way over to another corner with his head still turned towards the crowd, suddenly he stops when he walks right into the massive chest of Cross. Lesmond backs up and now bumps into the not so massive frame of little bitty Ryan Cain. Lesmond turns around now stuck between both of the former Freaks.

Joey: Lesmond doesn’t have anywhere to go!

The lights in the arena flicker, as the commentators and crowd watches the jumbo tron, waiting for the man's introduction movie to hit. Maroon and golden colored lights fill the arena as the small projector in front of the stage begin to flash with Jacob's face as one of his trademark tattoo signs. "Around the Fur" by Deftones hits over the P.A. System sending some of the unexpected crowd jumping to their feet. The black curtain was seen pushed to the side as Jacob slowly struts out and stopped at the top. He holds both arms out to his side, with an cocky smirk on his face while he waves the crowd down. With the W2K Impact Championship thrown over his left shoulder, he dropped his arms back down to his side as he begun to walk down the ramp, watching the crowd finding humor in their ordinance. Jacob has on his black tights, and tribal design on the back of his tights, which was outlined with a maroon stroke, and in silver letters 'MITCHELL' which was also stroked with a red outline. Once he reached the middle of the ramp, he slowly dropped down to his left knee and braced himself with his left arm and closed his eyes. He looked down at the steel ramp as sparks fell from the top of the tron. Lights beamed off of Jacob's Impact Championship, as a series of camera flashes ripped through the area. Jacob pushed himself back up and made his way down to the bottom of the ramp, he slid into the ring and pushed himself up back onto both feet. He ran over to the ring post, pulled himself up and extended his arms again. A few gold and maroon lights beamed down on Jacob, causing the Impact Championship to take on a almost godlike appearance with it's glow.. Now, the boo's had gotten louder, but Jacob's smirk got wider. He dropped his arms back down to his side and jumped back down to the mat. Jake stepped forward, now making his way to the turnbuckle in the opposite side. He climbed up the turnbuckle again and held his arms out, gathering much more boo's this time around this time around. He held the Impact Championship into the air by it's strap and watched as his eyes skimmed the darkened crowd. After a few seconds, he dropped down to the mat and backed up into the original post he had used to taunt on. He handed the Impact Championship to the ref as the lights come back to normal.

Trunks: He sure took his sweet time with that.

Jake walks over to the center of the ring where we see Lesmond stuck between two rivals who don’t like him very much either. Jacob walks over by Cross and stares down Ryan, Cross with his eyes locked on Lesmond.

Joey: Looks like our teams are confused on where they need to be and who they need to be standing by.

Trunks: I think they know exactly where they’re at.

Cross fires off a right hand at Lesmond as Jake does the same to Ryan. DING DING!! Cross starts backing Lesmond up with several rights until having his back to the corner. Cross kicks him in the gut, Lesmond doubles over and gets a kick to the chest and face by Cross to straighten himself back up. Cross backs up then plows Lesmond over the top rope with a big clothesline. Lesmond lands on his feet before falling backwards into the guard rail on the floor. Jacob has Ryan reeling on the other side and goes in for a clothesline, but Ryan ducks under and dumps Jacob over the top to the floor with a back body drop. Cross and Ryan both back into each other in the center of the ring and both guys turn around with their fists pulled back about to throw a punch.

Joey: PARTNERS! REMEMBER THAT!

Cross walks almost through Ryan, bumping into him with his shoulder as he steps out to the apron, then drops down to the floor to help Jacob up. Jake starts to get up and slowly rolls himself into the ring in front of Ryan. On the other side Lesmond is back up. Ryan has his sights set on Jacob, as he gets to his feet ready to tangle with Ryan. Suddenly Jacob jumps out of the way and Ryan gets run over from behind by a double axe handle from Lesmond. Jacob walks across the ring and steps out onto the apron as Lesmond lays in some boots to the back of Ryan’s head. Lesmond looks over and mouths something to Cross, who in reply simply flips him off. Lesmond looks pissed, but instead of going after Cross he picks Ryan up off the mat and whips him to the ropes. Ryan stops and blocks a drop kick attempt by holding onto the ropes behind him. Ryan steps forward grabbing both of Lesmond’s legs and flips over into a bridging pin. 1...2..kick out!

Joey: What’s he doing out here?

The camera turns and we see Hex, the manager for the NLS walking out from the back. Hex walks around the ring stopping by Jake as Jacob kneels down Hex says something in his ear. Jake nods and stands back up as Hex walks around the ring to where Cross is at. Cross drops and sits down on the apron as Hex whispers something in his ear as well. Cross smiles and nods his head saying something back before standing back up.

Trunks: What was that all about?

Joey: I don’t know but you can be sure those NLS guys are up to something. They’re like a pack of wolves, when you see one there’s five or six more lurking around the corner waiting to rip the flesh off your bones.

Trunks: Thanks for that little image. Here’s an image for you. My penis in your mothers vagina.

Joey: I miss the days of censorship�?/FONT>