The scene opens up in Chicago, Illinois. There is a camera just moving down the streets of Chicago. It zooms in on people selling drugs. Then it moves down the street further to show the homeless people on the streets. You see hookers walking up and down the alleys as well. Then it shows a man standing near the corner of a building. He lights up a joint and begins smoking it. Suddenly Tide jumps out from the side of the building weairng his Super Hero attire.

[Tide]: Helloooo Citizen! How is your lovely day been...on this.....lovely day!? Freeze frame a moment please! But isn't that...marijuana?

[Guy Smoking]: Nah man it's a cigrarette.

Cigarette? No, no, no! This my friend is cigaweed! Unhand that you dirty vilian!

Tide snatches it out of his mouth and tosses it to the ground and steps on it with his foot. The guy looks down at the destroyed joint and looks back up at Tide. Tide gives him a smile and a thumbs up. The guy grabs him by the collar and tosses him up against the side of the building. The man is skinny and wrinkled looking. He just seems to be a crack head. With all his might he swings and hits Tide across the face. But Tide's not effected at all by the weak hit. Instead he grabs the man and throws him up against the building.

The temper on you man it's not healthy for you. Neither is all these drugs. You need to clean yourself up and look deep inside you....like Tide has! And if your ever in trouble....just look on the television for your favorite Super Hero. And all the pain shall go away. Good day citizen!

Tide turns away from the man and begins making his way down the street. The camera stays back as he jogs all the way down to a phone booth. He steps inside the booth. The camera catches up to him in a matter of seconds. Tide is shown struggling inside the booth trying to get his cape off. He spots the cameras and instead keeps his gear on. He steps out of the booth and looks at the camera.

Sorry I had to call my grandma. She just loves her little Tide. And I didn't have change...so I did the next best thing. I used 1-800-COLLECT! 1-800-Collect saves you money. Infact you get up to twenty minutes for only a buck!

Mr. T jumps out onto the streets out of nowhere. Tide looks over at him confused.

[Mr.T]: That's right sucka! Don't make me pity you for being a fool! Just pick up the phone and dial 1-800-COLLECT! Save yourself a bu--

Excuse me you hoodlum! But I was in the middle of a promo. And you come and interrupt me...what's up wit dat!?

Suddenly a horse trots on up wearing an orange wig. The camera pans up to show Carrot Top sitting on top of the horse.

[Carrot Top]: Whoa fella! You don't want to use 1-800-COLLECT! You want to use the service that saves you money...and that's 1-800-CALL-ATT! All you have to do is hit one and then dial down the center!

Citizen orange head! What in the world are you doing here? I am trying to speak to the XWF crowd. I am trying to find my good friend Crimson. So if you don't mind. I have to run inside this store real fast to see if they have a bathroom.

Tide runs inside the small store. Mr.T and Carrot Top start talking. The camera stays on for about 3 minutes. When suddenly Crimson Tide comes stumbling out of the place. He has his leather trench coat on. He's wearing his black shirt. And he has his makeup on. But he left the mask on above the face paint. Mr.T and Carrot Top stare at him like he's some psycho. Crimson Tide sees them staring and snaps.

[Crimson Tide]: What the hell are you looking at!? I have the right to just knock both your dumb looking asses out. Now have you seen my buddy Tide?

Sorry I don't associate myself with guys with mask on.

What? Oh...oh....

Tide removes the mask and begins smiling. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bunch of matches and a cigarette. He gives them both an evil look and starts walking away. As he walks he sees the same crack head about to light up another joint. Crimson Tide looks into the man's eyes. The man looks scared and is about to throw the joint down himself. But Crimson instead holds out his cigarette. The man lights it and Crimson gives him a friendly nod. He takes one puff of the cigarette and blows the smoke out. He walks down the alley at the side of the building. As the end of the alley he finds a trash can filled with paper. He gets a match out of the match book and strikes it across the back. The match is lit and he places it on the rest of the match pack. He tosses it inside the trash can. The flames start of a small and then grow higher and burn hotter. Crimson glances up at the camera. He then holds his cigarette and begins admiring it as he speaks.

Alot of people talk about what's wrong and what's right. What's real and what's not. Who can be trusted and who can not. There are alot of different opinions on different subjects out there. None mnore controversial than me...the Crimson One. It appears that some actually credit me now. Some applauding my improvement. Let me just say that I don't give a damn what they think! Each and everyone of those losers can stop with the ass kissing. I don't need someone to tell me I'm good. I don't need someone to tell me I'm a feared man. I know all that already! What I need is some competition. I need someone who's ready to test their skills against the most Xtreme man in the buisness. 9LP did just that. He walked out a winner. He kept his little title. *Crimson slowly claps his hands* Congradulations you dirty little man. Cogradulations on putting me through a burning table. It really took alot of guts to do that. And frankly I didn't think you had it in you. You proved me wrong. But that won't happen again. Now you see Showdown isn't about 9LP. It isn't about what transpired on this past week. It's about me getting my first challange against Suicide King! A crazed man...a man with no fears....until now! You see just like everyone who steps into the ring with me. Like every person who watches me on television or for the thousands who witness me live each week. Just like those people...Suicide King is affraid! He knows that his time is about to come. His first match against the Crimson One. His first bout against a fellow Old Schooler. And I will surely take his status into consideration when I'm tearing him limb from limb. I'll make sure to remember just who he is when I pin his ass...one...two....three! But for those who will come face to face with me in the future. For those who will have to come in contact with the Crimson One. Just remember that you won't get away nearly as easy as Suicide King will. You will have a much rougher time trying to defeat me. And I will not make it easy on you. I will make sure that each of you who come in contact with me will be Simply Executed....MY WAY!

Tide takes his eyes off the burning cigarette and looks into the camera. He thens grabs the cigarette and places the burning part right into the palm of his hand. His face twitches a bit in pain. But then he begins laughing. He crushes the entire cigarette in his hand and let's the pieces fall to the ground. He looks down at the flames coming from the trash can and just starts walking away. He walks all the way down the alley and turns the corner as the scene fades to black.