[The Champ is HERE!!!!!]
"...And you better damn well believe it."

Champion; transitive verb
To protect or fight for as a champion.

[From the Inside]

”Today is a day that will live in infamy. Those words were uttered from one of our presidents some forty or fifty years ago…but it is quite funny, really…how those same exact words could come to fruition about fifty years later. August 25, 2004. That was the day that will live in infamy. That was the day in where so many lives were impacted and where more hearts were broken. But there was one heart in Alaska that didn’t get broken. There was one heart in Alaska that did not feel the pain of what was going on around them. That one heart was the one mine. The heart of Marcus Menace. No…I did not feel any pain…instead, all I felt was a huge boulder get lifted from off of my shoulders as I did the unthinkable. I went…and reached…somewhere that only eagles could dare. I did what nobody had faith that I could do…and on that same day of infamy…I made a little history of my own…and I did it all by winning the Chaos Heat Zone Alpha Championship. How sweet it is. How sweet is it to go in front of a sold out crowd, compete against two other men gunning at you with all they have…and just snatch away everything they ever had in three seconds flat?…how sweet is it to know that you were nothing but an underdog…a 35 to 1 favorite to win a match…but to shock everyone in the process?…how motherfucking sweet is it to know that in just your third match after returning from a small hiatus that you get a shot at the Alpha Championship and win the damn thing?…how sweet is it to know in your heart that in just one match…that in just one pin fall…that you have changed the destiny of three others. How fucking sweet is it to know that I will never hear the whining mouth of Brian Hulin again?…or the mouth of K.K Keyali trying to use my own words of wisdom against me?…damnit, I’ll tell you how sweet it is. It’s nothing short of…bittersweet.

And that’s right ladies and gentlemen, I am your NEW Chaos Heat Zone Alpha Champion…and if you don’t believe it…you better ask somebody. You see, in this life gold is something that we all want but sometimes just can't afford. Gold is something that we like to use to carry around to show that we have accomplished something. Whether it is a gold necklace, a gold plated chain…it doesn’t matter…anything that is gold and looks stylish we would want it. Some people just love the shininess of gold and some just love it for the value. Others tend to steal gold, while…others tend to buy it and never wear it…hoping that one day when they are old, gray and decrepit that they can sell it…or give it to their children. Gold has a significant value in the Chaos Heat Zone also. Although most guys on this roster don’t wear the type of gold we are used to seeing they also crave and want a different type of gold. This type of gold is the type that doesn't just fit around your wrist or your neck. This type of gold is just not the type of gold you go to a jewelry shop for. This type of gold has meaning and the type of gold no one would even dare of selling. This type of gold is called a Chaos Heat Zone Championship…something that is so precious…but is also so priceless. See, having one of these are rare and something that some guys take for granted. Having one of these gives you a great confidence boost and it places you in a specific place in history. A place where I know all too well. But even though many of those within this organization like to take opportunities at gold for granted, within the CHZ lies a man who does actually care about gold…and once again, that man would be me. Marcus Menace. You see, now I am apart of this exclusive group. Apart of the group that can claim that they are…or were…the Chaos Heat Zone’s Alpha Champion. They say that it doesn’t matter how long you’ve held a title…but what you have done in the time span that you have held it in…but, you know what?…I say that is a load of bullshit. See, I expect for this Alpha Championship to be with me for a while…because I have now found my niche. I’m holding onto this title and never letting go baby!…because…I’m now in my groove…with fuel constantly getting poured on the fire…making my desire burn higher and higher. And with my desire burning, it makes me someone not to be fucked with. It makes me feared among men…but above all…it makes me…”The Chosen One”.

We have all flocked to this business for a reason. We all came to the Chaos Heat Zone for one prime goal…and that’s to win the big ticket…that big ticket being the Heavyweight Championship. We all choose our own destiny…and decide our own fate. At Doomsday, my fate was decided. It was signed, sealed and delivered…for the entire world to know…and what the entire world needs to know is that I am the Chosen One. I am chosen for this…my own destiny set me up for this. My own destiny put me back in this business again. My own destiny gave me the Alpha Championship…and why?…because I am the Alpha. I am the beginning. I am the big ticket. I am the Chosen One. Whether you like it or not. That is why I am Alpha Champion…and the reason why you are not, Manson. I am Alpha Champion…because I was chosen to be the champion. Manson, I am Alpha Champion because fate wanted my name to written in the history books…not you. Manson, I am Alpha Champion today because fate wanted me in that room next to the future Matt Helms. Or the next Don Rossi. Fate wanted me with that plague…not you…and Manson…you just can’t question fate and the path it lies for you. You just have no place to do that. But let’s put fate aside for a minute here and let’s realize the real reason why you went down in flames…when you were just so close. See, Manson, in case what happened occurred a little too fast for you…I will tell you what happened. You lost…and lost an embarrassing match. Plain and simple. You connected with your move and everyone thought you were going to be the next Alpha Champion…but what you made was a novice mistake on an intermediate level. What you did was not play it smart and in return, I got the pin fall instead of you…giving me the Alpha Championship. You see, what I did was outsmart you…because that is exactly what I am. Smarter than you. In every aspect of this game…I am smarter than you. You think you have me figured out…but I go one step further…I take it to another level…another notch…so you never know what I am going to do. But not only that…what I did was perfectly legal…making the victory even more bittersweet. And Manson, I know the feeling. I know the feeling of having the victory right there in your grasp…but to only have it slip away by the man you hate. The exact same man whose butt was going to get handed to him. The same man who some little refugee thought I couldn’t defeat. And that is what makes what I say…and think…so ironic…because when I first stepped through the doors here…I said I was taking no prisoners. I said that I was here to make no friends…and here to make nothing but enemies. I said I was going to come here and spoil things and that is exactly how I became Alpha Champion. But Manson, don’t cry son, that’s how the real world works around here…so get used to it. Get used to being on the bottom of things. Get used to being at the bottom of the barrel…because Manson, it all goes downhill from here, kid. Tommy, you had your fun and your time in the sun…but the playtime…and your fifteen minutes of fame…are over.

I know that with this match that will come on Wednesday Night Wild, you will try and convince yourself that you will defeat me. I know that you will try and convince yourself and to everyone else that all I got on Doomsday was…lucky. Well, Manson, beginners luck doesn’t really strike you now either…does it?…see, I won this Alpha Championship on pure skill…and on pure ability. And that ability was to capitalize on mistakes that you made. I mean, come on Manson, the fans love you so much…you pucker up and you kiss their asses every minute of the day…what happened at Doomsday…when they saw me with the title instead of you. It really wasn’t the storybook ending that you was hoping for…now was it Manson?…no…it wasn’t. You didn’t get that standing ovation that you were craving for. That ovation that you were dreaming…and foaming at the mouth for never quite happened the way you wanted it to…all because I took it away from you…and well, to be honest, it was quite easy. It was like taking candy from a baby. But Manson, what happened to your loyal fans that supported you so well. I didn’t see them cheering you on then. I didn’t see the fans sticking their arms out to give you a five when you were at your weakest moment. I didn’t see them do any of that. What they saw was a man, exploited. A man, destroyed…and a man whose dreams of becoming the Alpha Champion…shattered. I didn’t see that boyish smile on your face…or that girl…yeah, I said it, girl…next-door attitude. It all changed when I snatched it all away. This is the harsh reality, Manson. Welcome to the real world my friend…the world where no one gives a damn about you. You don’t realize that this business is a dog eat dog business. You don’t seem to get that the fans can grow to hate you…just as much as they have grown to love you. But I tried. I tried my damnedest not to see you fall into that trap that they set for you…but you know something?…I don’t care anymore. Manson, do whatever the hell you please…it doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is that I have to go through one more week with you. One more week of your stupidity. One more week of your immaturity and for what?…this match has no meaning, Manson. So if you win…then big deal…it means nothing. Don’t you get that?…you had your first chance Wednesday to become Alpha Champion…and you blew it…which means it’s your final. In this life, you only get one shot to show everyone what you are made of. Manson, you had the spotlight directly on you…the way you like it…and you choked. So makes you think that if I defeated you…and proved to everyone what a clutch player that I am…in a title match where everything is on the line, that I couldn’t defeat you in a non-title match where nothing matters?…and if I defeated you and Keyali, what makes you think that I couldn’t do it again?…and if I defied the odds two out of three times…what could possibly make you believe that I couldn’t do it just one more time?…you know, just for kicks. See Manson, this is what makes you so predictable. This is what makes you be so immature and vulnerable…and hell, maybe me bringing it up makes me vulnerable too.

But none of that matters. We all know what happened at Doomsday already. There is no need to say about how much my sacrifices…and my dues…have paid off. There is no need to dwell on the past. There is no need to speak on a match that already speaks for itself. What ”The Chosen One” is looking forward to is the future…and what new contenders await him at his throne. What new contenders will fall beneath the wrath of the Menace II Society…..but unfortunately, this week, it has to be you, Manson. Because, if you haven’t had enough of me already…then I am going to sign, seal and deliver your fate once…and for all.”

[Congratulating the Champ]

.:The cameras open up backstage at the Sullivan Sports Arena in Anchorage, Alaska to where we see Mitchell Davis walking down the corridors. The cameras pan back a little bit more and see that behind him is none other than Marcus Menace. Mitchell has on another version of the Unholy Alliance to fit him with their trademark skeleton on the front and not the back…a pair of black jeans and another pair of white sneakers. Marcus is wearing a sharp black tuxedo with his Chaos Heat Zone Alpha Championship strapped over his left shoulder. Mitchell Davis and Marcus Menace walk down the corridor in a pace that leads you to believe that they are in a rush for something but as they do, Marcus stops and tells Mitchell to take good care of his belt…as he bends over to tie his shoe. Mitchell Davis then signals for him to hurry up with his arms…full with anxiety.:

Mitchell Davis: Hurry up…hurry up…come on…come on.

Marcus Menace: What’s the deal with you today?

Mitchell Davis: Nothing…we just have to do something really quick.

Marcus Menace: What do you have to do…and what does it have to do with me?

Mitchell Davis: …More than you think.

Marcus Menace: Well, whatever it is, make it snappy. And give me my damn belt back!

Mitchell Davis: Here…take it. Now let’s go!!!

.:Marcus Menace makes his way to his feet after tying his shoes and Mitchell Davis thrusts the CHZ Alpha Championship into the heart of the champion, Marcus Menace. Marcus takes his championship, rubs off his chest and swings the title over his left shoulder…as he struts down the hallway with a cocky attitude and full with confidence. Both men make their way down the corridor and after several sharp rights and lefts come to a white door with the lettering above it saying “Cafeteria”. Mitchell stands in front of the door barricading it from Menace as Marcus looks at Davis confused.:

Mitchell Davis: Alright, Marcus…I hope you like this…..

Marcus Menace: This…what?…cafeteria food?…This better be a good…..

.:Suddenly, Marcus walks up to Davis, moves him out of the way and opens up the cafeteria door. The lights then pop on and from all four corners of the cafeteria about seventy five people jump out at Marcus Menace screaming………..

All in Unison: SURPRISE!!!!!!!!!!

.:Marcus Menace jumps back from the surprise given and laughs enjoying the amount of shock that just went through his body. In the cafeteria, a banner hangs that says “Congratulations Marcus!” with a miniature stage under it. But in the population of about seventy-five, the noticeable people we can see are Sharon, Gloria, Skip and Aaron. The rest of the people, we figure, that they are just friends and relatives of Marcus. Anyway, the cafeteria is set up as if a dinner party…or a banquet is about to be thrown as the local band begins to play music and Marcus Menace turns to Mitchell Davis. They both glance at each other with grins all across their faces, lean back and then smack each other a five followed by a friendly like kiss to the forehead from Marcus Menace. Menace then backs up and pretends he is fighting his friend in a Muhammad Ali kind of way and then laugh at each other again, enjoying the moment.:

Marcus Menace: I love you like a brother, Mitch.

Mitchell Davis: I love you too, bro.

Marcus Menace: I don’t know how to thank you.

Mitchell Davis: Don’t. Just go ahead…enjoy yourself…enjoy what I got here for ya…have a couple of drinks. Go nuts.

Marcus Menace: What about you?

Mitchell Davis: Me?…I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me, plus, there seems like a lot of people here who want a look at the new champ.

Marcus Menace: But I’m not just any old champ…I’m the…

Both Men: Alpha Champ.

Mitchell Davis: Yeah…yeah…yeah…blah…blah…blah.

Marcus Menace: Hey man…shut up.

Mitchell Davis: You know that I’m just joking with you.

Marcus Menace: You better be. Anyway, I’m going to get a couple of drinks. I’ll see you around.

.:Marcus Menace and Mitchell Davis catch a quick glance of each other before heading off their separate ways into the crowd. The cameras pan around the cafeteria where Marcus Menace is the center of attention. Several columnists pull Menace over to the side to get a quick interview and he cooperates with them. After the interview session is over…Marcus gets wrapped up in a conversation with a man who we do not find to be all too familiar. Anyway, Marcus Menace takes his glass of red wine and goes to the stage where he grabs a fork from a person nearby and tips it on his glass three times. The cafeteria begins to go quiet as one of the waiters informs Menace that he can use the microphone that lies in the center of the stage. Nevertheless, Menace picks up the microphone and taps it twice…hoping that it works.:

Marcus Menace: Hello…testing…1…2…3. (Tapping microphone) Can you all hear me?…good. May I please have the attention of all those in attendance here tonight?

.:The noise in the room have now decreased from a few voices…to now…only a whisper.:

Marcus Menace: First of all…I want to say thank you to Mitchell Davis from putting this shit on for me. (Applauds) Secondly, I want to thank my family…for if it wasn’t for my pride and joy…Sharon and Gloria…that I wouldn’t be here today. I also would like to thank Skip for working with me around the clock to get me right here. But this isn’t over. Lastly, I want to thank myself…for having the talent to get the job done…and coming out with the Chaos Heat Zone Alpha Championship when nobody said I could. Only the aforementioned believed in me. Nobody else. And when everyone else was placing their chips on Manson or Keyali, they forgot about the wild card in the damn thing. The wild card…being ME!

.:Marcus Menace points at himself and lifts his arms in the air with the Alpha Championship in his right hand as several men and women in attendance cheer him on. Marcus looks around and with an evil smirk…continues his speech.:

Marcus Menace: Now, I don’t want to keep everyone waiting…so I will keep this short and sweet. This victory tonight…was not for me. Instead, it was for a very close friend. A friend who is not with us tonight. A friend who you all know pretty well. I won this title and this match for a friend. That friend being Sean Andretti. So tonight, when you go home, I want you to say a prayer for him. Matter of fact, let’s all have a moment of silence, in honor of Sean.

.:The lights are dimmed in the cafeteria as Marcus Menace puts his head down in the tribute to Sean along with the estimated seventy five people in attendance. After about a minute and a half of silence, the lights and the heads of the people are lifted. Marcus pounds his chest and then begins again.:

Marcus Menace: Tonight ladies and gentlemen, this ceremony is not the ending. No…no. Instead, this is just the beginning. The Alpha of something brand new. Get used to looking at me and this shiny gold right here…because this will not be leaving me for quite some time. See, this ceremony is just the first of many to come…and if you think this party is huge…then you haven’t seen a real party yet. Just wait and see when I am World Champion. You’ll be amazed. Now enough of my rambling…let’s get this party started!!!!!

.:Marcus Menace takes the final gulp of his red wine and puts the microphone back on its stand. Menace then makes his way off of the stage before he hears someone shout out…..

Anonymous Person: What about Tommy Manson?

.:The question in itself forces Marcus Menace to stop what he’s doing and turn around. Menace then walks back to the microphone, picks it up and goes to answer the question of the anonymous person.:

Marcus Menace: It’s all funny when you mention him really…because he is probably living in denial. Manson probably doesn’t know who I am…but I will tell you who I am. I’m the man who handed Tommy his first loss here…and won’t hesitate to hand him his second. Why won’t I hesitate?…because that is just the way I conduct business…and me single handedly snatching his dreams of ever becoming Alpha Champion…was strictly business. Nothing more…and nothing less. You see, what happened was fate taking its toll on Tommy…and what Tommy can’t do is question his fate. But all of his questions about his fate will be answered when he meets up…one on one…with The Chosen One.

.:Marcus Menace makes his way off of the stage as the music begins again and the cameras fade…to…black.:

**Credit for the two banners goes to Josh Sutton and Josh Richards**