What kind of a name is "The Ambassador"? What does it mean? Who or what is he an Ambassador to? Who does he negotiate with? Matter of fact, why should anybody care? Personally, I think he has no idea what an Ambassador is and just thought it would sound cool. He probably should have consulted a dictionary before-hand, because now he's stuck with a name so retarded it's surprising the surname Zappa doesn't follow.

Dylan Jones and Ambassador. Cold Justice. The Tag Team champions. Try to read those sentences and not break into hysterics. Oooh, they beat Jade Diamond and Doc to get the belts. Ooooh, they beat Jade Diamond and Doc to get the belts. Oooooh, they beat Jade Diamond and Doc to get the belts. WE HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME, GUYS! AND GUESS WHAT? NOBODY CARES!

What kind of pathetic crap-moron brags about victories over big name stars?

This tribe of chutney ferrets have been coasting too long. Free to ride the tide of their only impressive achievement in the tag team scene thus far. But wait! I hear you say with your nasally geek voice, They beat Onslaught. Big deal. Darrel Anderson is the epitome of a washed up hack. The problem is, he's not a whale, so he's allowed to just stay in wrestling, washed up and rotten, the stench of his consistent failures poisoning the air around. If he was a whale, at least someone would take his washed up arse off the fucking beach. The wrestling beach. Sorry, bad analogy. Or was it a bad metaphor? I don't know, better ask OutKast.

Back on point - Who else have Cold Justice beaten? Adam Young and whichever inbred mong he has attached to his side this week? Again: Big deal. Bragging about beating him is as redundant as being booked against him.

This week, Cold Justice have real competition. Jamie Krenshaw has held tag gold before and along with HBM was part of probably the best tag team to never receive a title shot. And as for the mystery partner, well... if I told you about his past, you could probably put the pieces of the puzzle together, so I won't.

Dylan Jones was right about one thing, though. Cold Justice vs. Jamie Krenshaw and for the tag titles doesn't need the added hype of a mystery partner. But it doesn't hurt, does it? That's what seperates Jamie Krenshaw and Cold Justice: "The Virtuoso of Violence" goes as far as possible with everything. Cold Justice obviously don't. Probably something to do with all the reefer. Stuff really kills your motivation. And shrinks your genitalia. Ask Ambassador's wife. Behind his back she calls him "Small Balls McGee".

Jamie Krenshaw sits in a small, quiet hotel room. He doesn't stay in the rooms the DCW pay for. He wants privacy from the other wrestlers. Having to see them once a week is enough. There's only so long you can go, having to hear Jade Diamond rambling about High Art and Jack Bone silently whispering brooding gloomisms in dimly lit corners before you start to go crazy.

So Jamie is at a different hotel. By himself. Sitting on the foot of a bed. He stares at you through the television screen. His eyes all dull with apathy and his mouth partly open. If he were any more bored, he'd be asleep.

JAMIE: So Dylan Jones, legend of the TWF, has no clue who I am? That's fine. That's actually good. It will make the match that much easier. But just for fun's sake, lets take a little walk down memory lane. You know the TWF Tag Team Titles. I held them for ages. You know the Television Title? Held that for 67 days. Defending it every week. How about BTW? You heard of that? Well, I was there for one week before Heartbreak Meyers was so bedazzled by my awesome maverickness that he BEGGED me to team up with him. I refused, of course, not wanting to lower myself to his level, but the management thought it was a good idea, so I was stuck with it. We all know how that ended, though, don't we? I beat him. I beat HBM. I beat Heartbreak Meyers.

A wry grin forms on Jamie's face. Superiority over others is better than any drug. Perhaps if Ambassador had any talent he could quit the hooch and win World titles and see for himself.

JAMIE: I've been the Champion of BTW twice. In the MWF, where my career began, I also held the title twice. Two reigns that each lasted over ninety days. I've spent more time in my career with titles than without. How many wrestlers that don't bang the bookers can say that?

Jamie shrugs. He's so nonchalant. Chicks dig it. And suck him.

JAMIE: You wondered why I got the title shot so easily, Dylan? It's because the fed would lose credibility by NOT giving me title shots. My reputation has earned more title shots than your hard-fought victories in the ring ever could. But that's fine. I don't care. Apathy is my shtick, man. I did find it funny though, that you claimed I got the chance to take your championship away by cheap means. This coming from the partner of AMBASSADOR. Why, exactly, is he in the Main Event at Resolutions? I mean, I see the match Jade Diamond vs. Ben Gebhart vs. The Ambassador and it melts my brain. There you have the champion, Gebhart. Then you've got Diamond, who earned his title shot by winning a tournament. And then you have The Ambassador, who carries a bat around with him leaves the side of his dying father. It makes no sense, but that's okay. Your comments about me, your reason for disliking me apply equally to your partner, who you like. Seems Ambassador isn't the only hypocrite in Cold Justice.

Jamie yawns and stretches his arms.

JAMIE: What did I say when I first came to the DCW, Dylan? Were you listening? Or were you too busy wrapped up in your own little fantasy of being an under-appreciated legend? What I said was, I'm going to win every title in this place without even trying. You know why I'm going to do it? Because I can. It will be easier than Xavier Preston. I, a maverick who couldn't give two shits about titles and the "prestige" they bring to their holders, am going to hold every belt in this place at the same time, just to piss off all of you crap-bag wrestlers that are so hellbent on preserving the honour of the sport.

Jamie affords himself a grin.

JAMIE: Because in the end, pissing off everyone is much more important to me being honourable. And it all starts this week. You and Ambassador shall be the first ones pissed off by my mighty campaign of antagonism. This week, I take your belts. And next week, if you can handle it, Dylan, I'll take your pride, one on one at Resolutions. What'ya say?

A knock on the door breaks Jamie's rhythm. The promo stops instantly. He shrugs because he doesn't care. Apathy is his shtick, man.

He gets up and answers the door. A man whose face has been blurred by the editing squad enters.

JAMIE: Mystery partner!

MYSTERY PARTNER: Indeed it is.

JAMIE: I'm just cutting a promo on Dylan Jones. You want a go?

MYSTERY PARTNER: Nah. Ignoring him seems to upset him more.

JAMIE: Oh yeah. Good point. Maybe I should erase the promo?

MYSTERY PARTNER: Nah...

JAMIE: Why not?

MYSTERY PARTNER: Because then we couldn't sign off with a vague hint as to my identity.

JAMIE: Good point again. You are a Smooth Operator, aren't you?

MYSTERY PARTNER: I surely am.

Behind the blurs, the partner grins.

Fade to green.