Scene cuts to the parking lot, where Steve Hunter and Petey Profit are walking towards the arena. Then, an unmarked black van drives up behind them, and 5 burley guys jump out of the van, and attack Hunter and Profit. The five mean beat Hunter and Petey to the point that they lose conscienceness! They pick up the two men, toss them in the van, and the van speeds away!

John Johnson - Holy shit....what the hell just happened.

Mike Davis - Uhh ladies and gentlemen, I am not sure what just happened in the parking lot, but I am sure the IwA has contacted the appropriate authorities, and the situation is bein taken care of.

John Johnson - This is serious Mike.

Mike Davis - Yes John I know that, but we have a show to put on.

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Then the titantron cuts to the parking lot, where there is a swarm of security guards surrounding the entrance. Then, we see a set of headlights turn on, and an Escalade speeds down the ramp, through security!

MD: Oh my God!

JJ: What the hell is going on??

MD: Are they heading for the ring?!

Now, every fan in the arena is standing on their feet, and the Escalade comes from backstage, and drives down the ramp! The driver parks it at the bottom of the ramp, and the men inside jump out, and it's Steve Hunter and Petey Profit!! The fans tear the roof off of the arena when they see the two men return after being M.I.A for nearly one month. Profit slides into the ring, and Hunter chases down Chambers. He catches up with him, and starts nailing the Commish with right hands, causing him to bleed from his nose. Hunter grabs Chambers, and whips him head first into the steal steps, sending a sickening thud through the arena. Then Hunter walks over and grabs a steel chair, and nails Chambers in the face, sandwiching his head between the chair and the steps! Meanwhile, security has made their way down to the ring, but is being held back by Nightwolf who is standing in front of the Escalade with a sledgehammer in hand. In the ring, Starr has gone to work on Giant. Starr has taken the padding off the ring corners, and his pounding UG's head off of the exposed steal, causing blood to pour from the big mans face. Starr turns UG around, and starts punching away at the open wound. Then he grabs him, and hits the 5 Starr Finale. Now we move onto Profit, who is going head to head with Orion. The two men exchange blows to the head, until Petey rakes Orion in the eyes. The he kicks him in the gut, and grabs a chair that Hunter slid into the ring for him. He swings for Orion’s head, and connects nearly beheading him! Profit drops the chair, and lifts Orion to his feet. He sets up Orion, lifts him into the air and stalls for what seems to be an eternity, and then connects with the Final Price to the chair!

MD: Oh my God! I haven't seen carnage like this since, well, I haven't seen carnage like this ever before!!

JJ: I think LCN is back!!

MD: No shit.

Back in the ring, Starr, Hunter and Profit are exchanging handshakes and hugs, and they each jump up to a turnbuckle and look out at the fans, and stare down at the members of the Ultimate Masters, who are all bloody messes, while Nightwolf continues to hold back security.

Scene opens up in Mississippi, the home state of Greg Chambers. We see Greg at his home walking outside, through what appears to be a scope of some sort. Greg appears to be doing lawn work, which is amazing because he has the money to pay other people to work in his lawn. But anyway, the scope follows Greg wherever he goes in the yard, keeping his head in the center of the scope at all times. Then the view pans back from the scope, and we now see that the scope is mounted ontop of a sniper rifle, in the hands of none other than Petey Profit. Petey is laying in a field adjacent to Chambers estate just watching Greg through his rifle. Then Petey sits up, and lays down his rifle.

Petey- Just like that Greg, your ass could of been sleeping in a body bag tonight. With one pull of a trigger, I could of blown your head off. You woudln't of died right away though. You would feel the bullet penetrate your skull. You'd feel a chunk of your head get blown off, and then you would fall down into a pool of your own blood, and die. That all could of happened just a minute ago. The power to take someone's life is a power like no other. I could pick up my rifle, shoot your ass, and continue living my life. But instead of death, I am giving you life.

People may not know for sure why I am hiding out outside of your esate right now. They might not know why I had a sniper rifle aimed straight for your head. But you know why. You know exactly why. You thought your plan would actually work? You thought you could just take two guys like Hunter and myself and lock us away in your damn basement? That's not how shit works around here. Guys like Hunter and myself have friends in low places. We know people that would take a bullet for us, and deliver a bullet for us as well. At the snap of my fingers I could have a mob of guys swarm your house, take everything, and then shoot you in the back of the head with no questions asked. You're the one responsible for our abduction, you're the one that hired the thugs to kidnap us before Terror a month ago. Don't deny it either mutha fuck*. Why would you do something like that? For power that's why. But why you would do it to us and think you wouldn't suffer the consequences is something I will never understand. Right now Hunter is a little on edge, so I made him stay home. If he were here, his ass would of pulled the trigger and you'd be a deadman. I don't care what kind of business you got goin on with Beast right now, because I am callin you out for Hunter. He wants to come out of retirement for one match, you and him, man to man, or in this case, man to pussy.

I have much more to say about that subject, but there's plenty off time for that. A lot of things changed while I was gone. Ultimate Giant is World champion, Master Orion is International champion, Greg Chambers is Hardcore champion, hell has frozen over, and pigs can fly. Once we get out of Chambers crummy ass basement, we go get some decent food, and by the way, who in the hell cooks at your house? The food tasted like it dropped out of a donkey's ass. I'd rather you starve me then eat the shit you gave me. But anyway, when we were checkin up on things, we find out that another group has formed in the IwA that thinks they can compete with the LCN. They call themselves the Ultimate Masters. Very creative guys, gotta give credit where credit is due, great stable name. I did mention hell has frozen over right?

You three queers may have actually had a chance of beating LCN while Hunter and I were gone. I take that back, Starr could of kicked all your asses with a hand tied behind his back. You better remember how it feels to be ontop, because it definately won't last. LCN is back now, and we're not playin games anymore. People say that you can take a man out of the ghetto but you can't take the ghetto out of the man. Greg Chambers has woken up the thug inside of me. He has woken up the 16 year old Blood member that could look someone in the face, look down at their kids, and then blow their brains out just for an easy dollar. That's what I did. It's nothing I'm proud of, and it's something I hope I never go back to doing. But that killer mentality is something I will have with me the rest of my life. The killer mentality that will allow me to step in the ring with any superstar and beat the living hell out of him with out feeling any remorse whatsoever.

The old Petey Profit could get the job done, no doubt about that. But the new Petey Profit will get the job done faster and more effectivly. I am only worried about one thing right now, and that's winning IwA gold. I'm not worried about that fans, if they like me, that's great, if they don't, then so be it. Now about my competitin this week. Some new guy, a rookie, probably older than me, but still a rookie in my eyes. I think he calls himself suicide kid. I checked out the first promo you did here in the IwA, and you reminded me of a young Ultimate Giant. I know you're new here so don't get that twisted. That wasn't a compliment, it was a flat out insult. Giant is our champion, but Giant couldn't wrestle his way out of a paper bag. He's an 800lb fatass with an even bigger ego, and talks shit that he can't back up. So what I am trying to say here kid, is that I wasn't impressed. I've got a lot of emotion built up inside of me that is going to be released on Thursday, and you're just the unlucky person that got put up against me. Your not a threat to me, you won't challenge me, you are just wrestling me because I haven't wrestled in a month and I need to get rid of any ring rust I may have. Next week I will start wrestling with the real competition. Nah, there is no competition here. LCN is the NBA, and the rest of this damn fed is the developmental league. This week Starr will wipe the ring with Giants ass and become World Champion, and next week I'll humiliate Orion to become International Champion, and we'll be ontop again. So kid, cut a promo, try to diss me, try to insult me, and then Thursday, try to survive. That's all I got to say.

Petey lays back down on his stomach, and picks up the rifle and gets Chambers back into his sights. He is carrying a flower pot, and Petey focuses in on that. Then Petey pulls the trigger and shoots the flower pot, causing it to fly to pieces. Greg looks around, and then runs inside his house. Petey has a silencer on his rifle, so Greg has no idea what direction the bullet came from. We can see through a glass door that Greg is on the phone, and within a matter of minutes cops swarm his house. Petey just smiles, takes his gun apart and puts it in his case. Then he stands up from his hiding spot, walks about 100ft to a road where Damien Starr has been waiting for him in his brand new Dodge Viper. Petey tosses the gun into a hidden compartment in the trunk, and then the two drive off down the road.

Scene over