We open our scene with a familiar shot from last week. Two high back chairs, an old stone building, a fire going in the fireplace. We pan around to see two more familiar features of the room. "The Killer" Jeff Jackson in the chair to the viewer's right, Scourge in the chair to the viewer's left. Jeff is in his regular attire, Scourge is in street clothes but still wearing his white half mask. The elder statesman speaks first.
Jeff: Nice work playing with our new favorite toy.
Scourge: It was fun to mess with him some more. I never got a chance to last time around.
Jeff: I'm looking forward to getting a chance to slap him around myself.
Scourge: It's quite entertaining. Just make sure you don't do it in the parking lot or his cronies will try to run you down.
Jeff: Oh no, that will not be a problem. When I have my chance to fight him, it will be under my rules and in my time.
Scourge: I think I know where you're going, and I'm looking forward to watching it.
Jeff: And I can't wait to do it. But now I have some business at hand.
Scourge: *motioning to the camera* You're on.
Jeff: *turning to the camera* Hello CWF! As you all well know, my name is Jeff Jackson, and this is my good friend Scourge. We're here to tell you all about the goings on this past week! It started with my destruction of Phoenix LeStrange. It was masterful, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. However, that wasn't the only important piece of business at Evolution 69. My boy here got his hands on the pencil neck of Johnny Graves again. I was very pleased to see that, until the aforementioned cronies interrupted. We'll deal with that problem when it's time.
This week, I get to put a beating on some scrub named Joseph Svenson. I'll be honest, I know very little about him. Next to nothing in fact, but it doesn't matter. I know me, and I know that I'm on a mission. My counterpart, alter ego, call him what you will, has future business with John Boy. I however have business with everyone else. I am going to use the CWF roster as a collection of stepping stones to get to my ultimate goal. John Boy and his Impact Championship are a mission and subsequent prize for The Judge. He has chosen John Boy as his play thing.
For me, the mission has not changed. I, under my own name and face, will become the CWF World Heavyweight Champion. I will prove to every hater, every doubter, and every second guesser that I DO have what it takes. I will prove that my previous accolades WERE the most important in their companies. I will prove that the Cosmos Championship had NOTHING to do with nepotism or my own ego. I didn't even want to be in the goddamn title match. But when you tell someone who paid money to see your show that you're going to have a top tier main event, you put one the hell on!
*taking a deep breath* Anyway, that's in the past. The future is The Judge as Impact Champion. The future is me and the big guy here as Tag Team Champions. The future is me FINALLY getting what belongs to me. You line them up, we'll knock them down. So it has been written, so it shall come to pass. Quoth The Family...nevermore.
"The concession stands are now selling those cheap hotel room round soap disks that I have personally blessed for $100’s a bar….AND SINNERS….I suggest you buy one, and use it, because if you think your God wants you in his heaven smelling like a 3am New York City uber ride you got another thing coming."