The scene opens up in Sacramento, California. There is a bomb fire going on at a local school. In all the mist of the basketball players and cheerleaders. And all the on lookers. Crimson Tide emerges from the flames. He steps right out of the burning fire. And the people look on in astonishment. He walks away from the crowd of people and the burning fire. And crosses a long field with high grass. It's late at night so the grass is a little wet from all the dew. He drags his feet along the grass and finally makes his way out of the tall grass and onto a gravel lot. He begins to slowly walk and then calmly he speaks into the camera provided by the XWF.

[Crimson Tide]: I see you have come to join me. I have been waiting for you. What is it with you people? I lose one match and you dissappear on me? I plumet 15 feet from the top of a steel cage onto the canvas below. And you people ignore me. It wasn't bad enough that I was cheated out of my title. It wasn't bad enough that I was humiliated in front of the world. But that loss upsetted the Gods from below! It made them angry. And when they get upset...it's not good for me. So you people finally decided to track me down. Back to the flames provided from below. And let me guess. You want me to speak about my upcoming match against Kurt Angle and Bret Hart. No, no, no! Let's not forget that one is a Canadian and the other is a lousy American! Let's not forget that I was born and raised in Great Britain. I lack the accent but I assure you I grew up there.

Tide makes his way to the middle of the lot and stands there a moment. He begins kicking a beer can that is lying on the tiny rocks. As he continues to talk he kicks the can and follows it wherever it goes only to kick it again.

[Crimson Tide]: You want to talk about my match....so I will. But first let me address the Master. Only a man of his stupidity would warrant such a name as The Master. Afterall this isn't a Bruce Lee movie or the Last Dragon! But I have heard bad things about this man...Charles Chima! Apparently he doesn't think I'm too deserving of the North American belt, let alone any title! Well that man is deadly mistaken. No one deserves it more than me. I have poured my heart and my soul. My blood, sweat and tears into this company. I even called upon the Gods to guide me along the way! And no one will stand in my way from recapturing my idenity. Without the title I'm just a regular physcho! I'm just another nut job. And I don't mean that literally....so all you fags can calm down! I have tried to restore fear into the hearts and minds of these superstars. But it doesn't seem like it is taking it's toll. Well....I will strike fear into everyone here in the XWF! And it will start with two men fighting for their country! Two men who don't understand the situation they are about to get themselves into. If you think I will lie down and let you defeat me...you are sadly mistaken! Don't think I'm just another poor soul. I have more to offer to this company and this buisness then you Kurt Angle! And even you Bret Hart! So while you wave around your national flag. I will be praising my Gods. I don't fight for a country. I fight for something more greater than that. Something you can never quite understand. But understanding isn't the key element here. The key element is watching me slowly take back what is mine! And what is mine...is the XWF! I have relaxed and haven't took many of you seriously.

Crimson Tide reaching into his leather trench coat pocket and pulls out a pack of cigaretts. He stops walking and takes one of the cigaretts out. He tosses the empty pack to the ground and pulls out a lighter. He clicks down on the lever and a flame appears. He doesn't light the cigarette at first. He just stares into the flame. After a moment of admiring the small flame he lights the cigarette up. He takes one puff and then tosses the entire cigarette to the ground. He watches as the orange fire burns the cigarette down to nothing but a filter. He looks back up at the camera and contines to talk.

[Crimson Tide]: Sorry, where was I? Oh yes! I haven't taken anyone seriously. But that 15 foot drop must have started something. It made my mind race and my heart beat faster than ever before. On one hand I am completely upset at myself for losing my title. And for letting Angle and the Canadians get the best of me. But on the other hand it might have starterd a reaction. It might have started a huge chain reaction. And when it unraffles many will be left for dead. You might have executed an accident my Crippled friends! But you might have just ended the Xtreme Wrestling Federation as we know it today. One thing is for certain I don't plan to lose this Sunday Night! I also don't plan on losing at the Pay Per View! So Charles Chima you might think you are a smart man. And you know how to fix a good match. But I am someone you don't want to mess with. Because in the end you would fall to my feet! But this Sunday isn't about Charles Chima. It's not even about Angle or Hart! It might not even be about the North American Championship or my career! It will be for the Gods below! The ones who have guided me on this journey! You can take me lightly. You can take me anyway you want! But the truth of the matter is I won't be going away! I plan to make all your lives a living hell! And the hell begins this Sunday my friends. If you haven't been affraid of anything in your life. If you never had any phobias in your life. Then Sunday Night on Smackdown you will come face to face with your first phobia your first fear! And it's name is Crimson Tide! You will definitley feel my evil wrath. Prepare to come in contact with a special being. Prepare to be defeated and humiliated! And most importantly! Prepare to be Simply Executed....Tide Style! And if that isn't original. Then I don't know what is!

Tide stares into the camera for a few seconds. And it feels like he is staring right through you. He slowly bows his head and walks across the gravel lot in the same manner he was before. The camera stays where it is and watches him as he walks off. In the distance you can see him pull the lighter out and begin to watch the flame. He then pulls a small rag out of his pocket. And he lights the rag on fire. He places the rag on the ground next to some broken branches. The rag ignites the branches into flames. And fire breaks out all around him. He isn't visible inside the fire. The firemen watching over the bomfire notice the flames starting to get out of control. And they rush over with fire extinguishers. They cross the tall wet grass and run across the gravel lot. One man slips to the ground but quickly gets back to his feet. They begin to put out the flames with the fire extinguishers. And smokes begins to fill the air. The entire fire is put out in a matter of seconds. And when the smoke clears Crimson Tide is nowhere to be found.