[99 Quite Bitter Beings" plays, as Ryan Cain, FWA World Champion, walks out to a huge ovation, even though Hamid is standing in the middle of the ring with a small table. Ryan Cain walks up the steps.

Macklin: The man FWA turned away."

Askin: "WITH their title. How awesome is that? That company must be full of dolts."

[Cain hesistates, to enter to the ring with that pesky owner, but Hamid even holds the ropes and splits them for Ryan, as a sign of respect? But as Cain enters, and the music dies, Hamid raises his mic.

Hamid: "So good of you to join me today, Mister Cain. it says alot about your character, especially in contrast to someone else's character, who shall remain nameless for now in Hong Kong-"

[Ryan steals the mic.

Cain: "get on with it, Simsimsalabim... no one tunes in to hear about how your boyfriend broke your heart."

[Hamid glares at Ryan, and holds his hand out for the mic. Ryan smiles, and drops it. Hamid sighs, you can tell he's peeved, but he collects himself and reaches down to get it. Picking it up...

Hamid: "In any case, whether you like me or not, Mister Cain, it's obvious that you didn't sign on with W2K just because FWA scorned you, and decided you weren't worth it, even as their champion."

Macklin: "Hamid's getting his little digs in...."

Askin: "These two are both getting to each other! It's great!"

Hamid: "And whilst I must say that you're not the same arrogant prick that WalLStreet was- and I say was becaus ehe's no longer a part of this company... whilst you are... you are still an arrogant prick in your own right. Calling me 'prez'... oh, wishful thinking there, Mister Cain, because I am the direct and only owner of this company now. No Veronica Beck, no Jeremy Mc- er, Micheals, just me. So as scuh, I have my own way of running things, and while FWA doesn't think you're worth it, well, Mister Cain... i think you're just good enough. You pass! You get to stay in W2K, with the FWA title, because I don't know what it is about you, but I like you. Maybe it's your spunky attitude. Maybe it's because you're a lovable loser. Maybe, it's because you're as gullible as Gomer Pyle when it comes to your friend, Cross. I mean, how many times must he blast you in your noodle with a blunt object before you realize you're probably much better off on your own? Or, did he knock you so silly, he's damaged your brain enough to make you consider yourself his bitch?"

Crowd: "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...."

[Ryan now sighs, nodding as if he's two seconds away from pounding Hamid.

Macklin: "How low. Just how low!"

Hamid: "But that's not the important thing right now, the important thing is your loyalty. FWA doesn't want you. You're like a boogar they've picked, and flung to the side and you have a trophy as your only memory. Even your on again, off again love, Isabella Taylor, hasn't shown her face since FWA coined you as a traitor. So... put the belt on this table, and I have this hammer."

[Hamid grins, holding the hammer out to Ryan.

Hamid: "And finish the job."

[Ryan takes the hammer, putting the belt on the table, but shaking his head. The crowd cheers for it to happen- hell, it's controversy....

Hamid: "Show the people! Show the fans! Show me! Show FWA how much you prefer W2K and tha fans that won't turn their backs on you.... Mister Cain, destroy this belt and fulfill your destiny as a W2K-exclusive! Do it, and send FWA back into the minor leagues!

[Ryan sighs, and raises the hammer, almost listening to Hamid, but he takes the mic, and adresses Hamid, pointing the hammer at him and freaking out the box-

Cain: "You know, Hamid, I can't understand if you're such a good liar that you fool yourself, or if you actually truly believe the crap you sa-ACK!"

Macklin: "MISTER SCARIE! MISTER SCARIE!!"

[Scarie comes out of the crowd, and wraps his arms around Ryan's face, with that cloth with the chlorafoam... as Ryan's arms wave around, and Scarie rips him side to side like a rag doll... Hamid's eyes are wide, and doesn't know what to do, as he dumps himself out of the ring.... and as he heads up the entrances, Caiden Reeves flies past him and goes into the ring, grabbing the FWA title like he caught a touchdown pass, diving into the canvas and rolling out, holding it up as Ryan's down to his knees, eyes half open...

Askin: "WHAT THE HELL! WHAT THE HELL!"

Macklin: "THAT... That rag of Scaries is knocking Ryan out... "

[Caiden calls to Scarie, who reluctantly lets go of Ryan Cain, leaving him a hobble dmess on the canvas, and escapes with Caiden through the crowd as people throw shit at them...

Macklin: "Someone get him help!"

[Cross blasts down from the entrance, knocking into Hamid and pushing him down and heading into the ring- moments too late, kicking the rope, but checking on Ryan as we fade.....