The world's greatest wrestling promotion finally came to an end just as the worlds greatest tag team was crowned champions. Team Impossible. An unstoppable force that could've gone farther if only we had more time. I saw potential in Team Impossible the moment it formed. People were amazed and shocked when they saw us in action. They could'nt believe their eyes when something so amazing had finally overtaken the tag division. Tag Titles just weren't enough to describe the stature of Team Impossible. Atleast the Dangerists had something to remember the final Insurgence by. And the final PayPerView was even sweeter as my father was victorious once and for all against Drone. Did Drone actually think he would win after all the failed attempts? The standing ovation he recieved afterwards was out of pity. The fans felt sorry for the mis-guided kid, not impressed by his weak performance. The only ovation he gets from me is coming out of my ass. I don't know what makes him think anyone wants him around. His purpose in EWCL was to defeat Dangerous and avenge what happened to Campbell. He failed and let any fans he had down. His performance was shit and there ain't a damn thing he can do to change his reputation. How's it feel Campbell? You must feel pathetic knowing your arrival to EWCL was pretty pointless. You're just like any other man that would try to overcome Dangerous only to find out it's IMPOSSIBLE. Dangerous tore you up like Campbells contract, and you fell harder than G-Flem did.

Now onto Jose de Vaca. Not only does his life story bore the shit out of me, it makes Peter Tigers look like a masterpiece. What the hell could you possibly have to say in a book? Lets see... You were born through butt conception, and you lived in an adobe house your entire life. That sounds like plenty to me, other than getting your ass kicked by Zachalous. You think anyone gives a damn about you? People want to see Dangerism, not some dirty Mexican in a mask. You should be at the Wal-Mart bagging my soda, or at some school mopping floors. That mask isn't going to help you any, other than make you look KEWL to the 12 year olds in attendance. I'm not even gonna bother unmasking you since I don't really give a shit who the hell you are. I'll simply beat you and leave.

Zachalous beats the horn on his Saturn like a mischievous child as he drives through the interstate. Wayne just sits back puzzled by Zachalous.

Zachalous: WHEN I MOVE YOU MOVE...

Zachalous starts to bust out with a song by ludacris.

Zachalous: Wayne?!

Wayne: I don feel like singin mon...

Zachalous: What's wrong Waynard? You said your favorite singer was Ludacris!

Wayne: Nuteen mon...

Zachalous: OH COMON! I know some things wrong... I can see it in your eyes.

Wayne: Wel...

Zachalous: Yeeees?

Wayne: Petar Tigar called me fag mon...

Zachalous: WOT?!

Zachalous pulls the car over abruptly.

Wayne: I don tink he meant it...

Zachalous: NO NO NO! No one talks to Wayne that way.

Wayne: Wut? Zach where you goin?

Zachalous opens the trunk and steps out of the car. Wayne follows him to the back where Zachalous takes an aluminum bat out of the trunk.

Wayne: Nononono mon...

Zachalous: I don't know who Peter thinks he is messing with my second best friend like that.

Zachalous takes the bat with him to the wheel but Wayne remains outside the car.

Wayne: Don hit Petar wit da bat mon... Please.

Zachalous: Remember those kids in school that used to pick on you for being different?! That's what he reminds me of, and i'm gonna take his ass out.

Wayne: Dey pikked on both of us mon...

Zachalous: Wot? WELL SO WHAT! It just wasn't right what they did to you, and it's not right what Peter said. I'm gonna teach that whore some manners.

Wayne: Gimmie da bat.

Zachalous goes to give Wayne the bat but pulls it back as he reaches for it.

Zachalous: DOONT GIVE YOU DA BAT.

Wayne: Seriously mon...

Zachalous: Hooooooo!

Wayne: Pleeeease.

Zachalous: Fine... Take it.

Zachalous hands Wayne the bat. Wayne slides the bat under his seat and buckles up.

Zachalous: Peter is still going down.

Wayne: Wuteva... You shood worry more about de Vaca.

Zachalous: Pfff. I've got chicks to worry about...

Wayne: Wut? Domn mon for once can't you take opponitz seriouzly?!

Zachalous: Wot? I do!

Wayne: No you don, you always bullshit.

Zachalous: THAT'S NOT TRUE. I take this business very seriously.

Wayne: SURR SURR.

Zachalous: I'm the next Nick Dangerous damnit.

Wayne: SURRRR.

Zachalous: You fag- I mean

Wayne: WUT?! How cood you?!

Zachalous: Ugh, I didn't mean it!

Wayne: Yoor juz like Petar! You Zacholuz Tigar!

Zachalous: I'M SORRY WAYNE. Just, please don't call me Zachalous Tiger.

Wayne: Zacholuz Ti-

Scene fades.