"Suck my Sushi"

[ We open up backstage with new tag team, Null and Void ]

Null: "I’m not sucking your sushi for even a second"

"Anybody wanna suck real sushi?!"

[ Null and Void turn round to see Johnny Legend standing before them. Johnny looks down toward his crotch, which we cant see�?He winks. ]

Void: "Sure!"

[ The Camera moves down to see a white bag in Johnnys hand, hanging before his crotch. Void snatches the bag away from Johnny in his excitement�?]

Void: "Japanese Takeaway!"

Null: "Aren’t we Japanese?"

Void: "Nope. Japanese."

Null: "Oh�?That’s cool, then."

[ Null and Void dump the bag on a table and pull out the contents, and few boxes of different Japanese foods. Whilst the two begin to ‘tuck in�?to their Sushi, Johnny creeps up on them ]

Johnny Legend: "I still have that proposition in mind."

Null: "Still?"

Void: "I don’t know, Johnny�?You’re not really Japanese enough."

Johnny Legend: "I’ll have you know that I’m one-third Japanese."

[ Johnny pulls his eye-lids in different directions ]

Johnny Legend: "See?"

[ Null and Void look at eachother, stopping their gorging for a moment ]

Johnny Legend: "We can get to the VERY TOP!"

[ Null and Void sling their arms round each others shoulders, and turn away from Johnny, having a small ‘conference�?I suppose�?Johnny smirks ]

Johnny Legend: "I’m very good friends with the Boss."

[ Ah, an Inside man!... Null and Void nod a little, whispering too each other in Japanese as they make their decision ]

Johnny Legend: "Woah I’d totally be able to understand you if you weren’t Whispering. Japanese is like my second language."

[ Null and Void spin round after a few seconds of intense talking ]

Null: "Deal... on ONE Condition."

Void: "You must use Charmander"

Johnny Legend (Looking slight worried): "…O..kay"

[ Null hands Johnny a Pokeball. ]

Void: "Now. Eat. Sushi is full of vitamins and all that good stuff."

[ Johnny shrugs, walking closer toward the table. All three men begin eating as we fade too black... and we open back up on Paul Lombardi, who's walking around the back with a Mic... he gets to a corner. ]

Lombardi: "I had a commique earlier with Nevyrmorr, and I tried to set up a meeting, but he said he'd find me. But I'll keep you updated. It's creepy, I kind of want to find him before he finds me... I mean, who knows what a guy dressed all in black is up to-"

Voice: "HEY!"

Lombardi: "Bobby Johnson!"

[ BJ walks in on the scene. ]

Johnson: "What's that about black people?"

Lombardi: "Oh, uh, um, I said, 'people dressed all in black', sir."

Johnson: "Sure you did, you damned racist."

[ Fade. ]

Macklin: "Well, haha, Paul may have more troubles than just Nevyrmorr, eh, Johnny?"

Askin: "Yes, he does but the next three men are probably in alot more trouble at the moment. As you can see, Tim Torn is already in the ring, along with two tables, and four tables on the outside at each side of the ring. It's gonna be elimination style."

Macklin: "And there goes 'Burn it Down', which soon households all over America will come to know as Johnny Legend's music. That cocky, arrogant.,... WEASEL! he's just a weasel, John."

Askin: "ANYONE named Johnny can't be too bad. He's climbing up the steps and is just barely taking notcie of Tim Torn already in the ring... and there it is... 'Superbeast'... listen to the fans for Damien Destruction."

Macklin: "LOOK at Damien Destruction. he's probably one of the best power wrestlers in wrestling today but I think guys like the W2K Champion Kutter Flash and now, Travis O'Neal will give him a run for his money. He's towering over these guys as he enters the ring and you have to wonder WHO can put him through a table-"

Askin: "OH! Legend sneaks around and goes for a chop block eaarly, putting Damo to one knee as Tim Torn brings out a lariat, but Damo grabs his arm, and swing shim hard into a corner. That knocked the wind out of him, and he's sucking air as the BIG J-L himself has gone for a bulldog, but Damo just shoves him forward into the ropes- he's set up for a MASSIVE CLOTHESLINE! That about turned Legend inside out-"

Macklin: "Yes, he just about did, but Legend's pushing himself up and gets a boot to the back as Damo stomps on the former BWA Synergy member... Damo reaches down, picks him up and whips him into Tim Torn, Torn dives out of the way and Legend gets a face full of corner! Damo hits an awesome Avalanche, and Torn takes Legend, chops him har,d and brings him to his shoulders, he's sitting on the top-"

Askin: "He's going to powerslam him off the ropes! Legend's in trouble, he's going through the table- NO! Damo kicks the table out of the way and Legend is now sucking air like it's a milkshake. Torn pushes up and gets a huge boot to the face, knocking him like a car hit by a semi. You gotta love that about the power guys, folks. Damo's picking up Legend, and putting him up for a running powerslam, this just might be the end of Legend in this match up-"

Macklin: "And he HAS to win in order to impress the boss, Johnny."

Askin: "NO! Legend slides behind and wraps around a wasit lock and Damo is going back and forth like a tornado with those elbows, Legend's gotta be reeled with those, and Damo's got a headlock, and snaps him over his hip- Legend reaches for a rope, but just gets GUTWRENCHED, oh my god, Eddie..."

Macklin: "Legend's trying to fight him with some fists to the face but- but- OH MAN! He just stunted him right down to his shoulders, and Damo stands up and turns towards Torn, Torn is running right at him, jumps off Legend;s back and hits a SPINNING HEEL KICK! Man, that rocked Damo off his foundation! Damo's holindg his nose and I wouldn't be surprised if it's broken right now, Johnny- and and... Torn rakes the eyes and pulls the nose, forcing Damo to step back to the corner, and now he's picking up Legend- whips him at Damo, Legend reverses, and Torn goes into Damo, Damo picks him up in a bear hug and OH!!!! Spinebuster!!! Legend's on Damo now, hammering him with blows, but Damo's deflecting them off.... and a kick to the gut, and now- now, holy god, he's ripped him up and over the ropes, and Legend has tumbled to the floor."

Askin: "If they go through a table out here I don't mind as long as they don't go through ours. Oh, Damo's following him to the outside and is tossing him into the rails. It's not those WWE style, folks, that's hard cold metal leaving bruises on Legend's back, and now he's aiming for the ring steps- but Legend cartwheels over, he knicked his leg, but he seems okay, tending to some wounds. Damo looks back into the ring and TIM TORN! TIM TORN! He shoots out of the ring with a 'Space Flying Tiger Drop', but Damo moves out of the way and Tim Torn sends himself through the first table! WHat a move."

Macklin: "Impressive to say the LEAST, but now we're down to two men here. Damo goes into the ring... And look at Legend, trying to get a chair, he's sneaking behind Damo- he lifts the chair and swing- Damo catches it! Oh man, Damo catches it! He shoves the chair into Legend's head, Legend slinks back- and Damo sets a table up in the corner. We're gonna have a new XW Champion right here, Johnny- he goes to whip Legend- but the big JL slinks around and puts on an Arm bar and LOOK AT THE STRENGTH!"

Askin: "Damo just picked him up and slammed him hard into the canvas... "

Macklin: "With authority... and he goes to rip Legend up off the mat, and he does- flings him and o h my god, the sneak, Legend grabs the ref and reverses HIM into the table! The red just went through the table!"

Askin: "Does that mean the ref is out of this match?"

Macklin: "Legend looks as confused as us, as he backs into- Damo- and Damo shoots him into the ropes and goes for a Spinebuster- and hits it through the table! NEW XW CHAMPION! NEW XW CHAMPION!"

Askin: "Damien Destr- where's the bell?"

Macklin: "THE REF HAS TO SEE IT!"

Askin: "Haha... Legend is saved by the LACK of a bell... and he's rolling to his feet, and he's getting the chair. Damo's going to the ref to wake him up- and... and... the ref is stiring-"

Macklin: "LOOK OUT DAMO!"

Askin: "SAY GOOD DAY! Damo just got it right in the cranium! But he's still up...."

Macklin: "That oppurtunistic little slime! LOW BLOW! Damo's feeling his marbles- and 'Perfect Alibi'.... Damo's out."

Askin: "But look WHERE he's out, Eddie. Legend put him down over the splinters... and the ref is up."

Macklin: "He did the same thing to Dangeorusly in BWA! THE REF SEES IT! He called for the bell! Johnny Legend has won! He is the NEWWW XW Champion- but you can bet Damo's not gonna be happy about this!"

Askin: "He doesn't have to be happy, he's just gotta accept that Legend pulled a fast one on him. Face it, people named Johnny are just smarter."

Macklin: "Well, as they leave, we can hear Hamid Ismaili's music coming out, and look at that... he's shaking Jonny Legend's hand... ugh..."

Askin: "With the boss coming down to the ring you know it's gotta be something important... he's got a mic, and look, Christian St. James has followed him to the ring with a clipboard."

Hamid: "Tonight, patrons of Wrestling 2000, I have become once again the bearer of bad news. Once again I have to give unto you the gravity of the situation concerning Taylir McCallister."

Macklin: "Listen to that crowd!!"

Hamid: "Whilst the first and foremost thoughts on all your minds should be about how he tried to bring this country to ruins, being in cahoots with the world's most dispicable and dangerous terrorists, it should also be known that his treason does not stop there. Because no tonly has he betrayed the peopl eof America, he's betrayed each and every one of you, out in the audience right now. He's taken your trust and your hard earned dollars, and have taken them to BUD- that's right... Bytches Ultimate Domain has a contract with WallStreet's name on it, and not only is it reported on the reputable W2K confidential in conjuction with KSAT-12 news, but also that dirt sheet rumor mill in BUD has also made mention of it. And we have, in our possession, the footage of him entering BUD."

Macklin: "I can't believe this- WallStreet going to BUD?"

Askin: "Look on the Jumbotron, there's his limo... and it's pulled up right outside an arena with a BUD event... and the door is opening- fuzz? Static? Ah, hamid must not have wanted the people to get too upset at this treachery."

Macklin: "WHAT? That couldn't be WalLStreet, is was just some guy in a suit and a limo!"

Hamid: "I stopped the tape, because that degenerate on society has committed a sin in the W2K world, and in the world outside these walls, and I wanted him to have a chance to answer for his crimes, with a member of his own fan club. Christian St. James is going to conduct the questioning, as WalLStreet will be live via satelite!"

Macklin: "The Jumbotron is back on again, fans, and, there's WallStreet. Is he in prison stripes? IS THAT SADDAM?!"

WallStreet: "This is ridiculous, Hameed."

Hamid: "So thankful of you to join us, Mister McCallister. Even though in this country you are innocent until proven guilty, I wanted to give you a chance right here on W2K GT Network Television to admit to your dispicable crimes. Go one. Admit your treachery."

St. James: "Mister WallStreet... how could you do this to the people? What inside your heart turned so black, so ungiving that you'd want to kill literally thousands of innocent people?"

Wallstreet: "You know this isn't true. The people know this isn't true. A photo isn't proof of anything! Christina, you lovely flower-"

St. James: "STOP! Stoppit... you horrible... horrible piece of-"

Hamid: "I was wrong. I thought that we could handle this internally, so atleast you could answer for what you've done- like an honorable man but you still to this moment, McCallister, deny these allegations and you want to bring up circumstantial evidence and photshop- but really you need to just stop, think, and realize the position you're in now. Your assets will soon be siezed. You'll soon have nothing left. You'll be bottom of the barrell stock, just like every other flimsy rich man in the business."

WallStreet: "I'm gettin-"

Macklin: "HE WAS CUT OFF! The Jumbotron is off."

Hamid: "I am sorry, people of San Antonio. Justice will not be served today but I have other news. Christina St. James has been offered by myself, and she has accepted, to be my personal assistant. She will be wher eI be. Do what I do. Think what I think. She will handle my... business, and I just wanted to say that before WalLStreet was taken back to his hole in the wall with bars. Thank you- and maybe next week he'll be ready to admit his secret agendas concerning W2K and BUD..."

Macklin: "What a buncha BS! I can't even believe-"

Askin: "Sh... Lombardi found Nevyrmorr."

[ Backstage, Lombardi is standing next to a dark, shadowy figure. Insert scary music. ]

Lombardi: "Nevymorr... you found me."

Nevyrmorr: "I told you I would."

Lombardi: "Well, I wanted to get your more anaylitical version of what you were tyring to say- OH!"

[ Lombardi's shoved out of the way as the camera is taken and hit into NEV! It's dropped on the floor, and there's grunting and slapping sounds, until the camera is taken back up. It shows Nevyrmorr laid out, and Sean Locke standing over him. He looks at Lombardi. ]

Locke: "Thanks, laddie. You led me right to the freak."

[ With one last kick, Sean Locke heads off. But the scene cuts to Hamid's office. ]

Hamid: "I'm getting tired of your attitude, buffoon."

Kutter: "The way I see it, I don't have a contender, so fuck you and your fairy feelings, faggot."

Hamid: "How... mature, really. Get out."

[ Kutter storms off, as DVD goes to knock on the door, and is simply shoved out of the way by the Champion. DVD looks at him with disgust, and walks in. ]

Hamid: "What the hell do you want?"

DVD: "Something better. I get these jobbers and low run talent. I need something more. I want to be the best, and to be the best, I have to face the best-"

[ Hamid grins. ]

Hamid: "Yes... you should face the best, shouldn't you?"

DVD: "I should."

Hamid: "Wait until the card is released, Mister Van Dam. You'll have your match, and I think it'll be something you'll really like..."

DVD: "Uhm, okay. That's it?"

Hamid: "Get out."

DVD: "... damn."

[ Fade. ]