Welcome to the ACW

The camera opens with nothing but a black screen. There is no sound, except for a single, steady, drop of water every few seconds. Then as the picture begins to fade in, there is heavy breathing. Then a loud grunt, followed by an incredibly loud bang of metal on metal. The picture becomes clear and the setting is a small, dusty, disgusting gym. It is nothing more than a square room, perhaps a basement. There is a rack of dumbbells in the right corner. A squat rack next to it. There is what seems to be tons of forty five pound plates lying about the entire room.

"You're early..."

As the camera pans around, there stands JaXion. A man around 6 feet tall, with almost a bodybuilder-esque physique. He is wearing cut-off sweatpants, just below the knee, revealing a calf muscle that looks more like a football underneath skin, along with an old ripped up tanktop, a weight belt fastened tightly around his waiste, and a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes. He is standing over a barbell with three hundred fifteen pounds on it.

"Just got one more set and I'm done."

He squats over the bar gripping it tightly with both hands. One deep breath and he snatches the bar up to his chin, and proceeds to rep out 15 hanging cleans. He again drops the weight and a cloud of dust flies up off the floor, then unfastens his belt. He grabs a gallon jug of water and sits onto the nearest bench.

"Didn't you say four thirty?"

"Uh... yes ah.. sir we did. I apologize. If you like I can come back..."

"Eh, don't bother. You're here and I'm done. What exactly is this supposed to be?"

"Well on behalf of the entire ACW and Mr. Stanton, we wanted to formally welcome you to this great company...."

"Christ, you make it sound like I just got hired to a law firm. I thought I was here to fight?"

"...Well of course, sir. I'm just doing my job."

"Right, I got ya."

"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

"Go for it pal."

JaXion stands up and takes a drink of water.

"Well, I would like to get your thoughts on the other wrestlers..."

"Heh, well I've been here for a day. I don't have a great idea about any of them. However, it seems like this Stanton guy likes to keep things interesting, what with dickin' this Dreamer fella and his buddies over last week. But I guess I can't blame him. Maybe they're getting to big for they're britches, ya know? They are holding 3 of the titles here between them. I guess they're getting what they had coming to them. I'm not too sure what all the hooplahs about anyway. None of 'em seem to be that talented. But hey, who knows right?"

"Well they are the Tag Team, UK, and Heavyweight Champions..."

"Yeah, you're right. They are champions right now. But you never know. Talk to me again on Monday. By then they could all be without belts at the least. Or in the hospital. Decks are stacked pretty high against 'em all. Especially in the Heavyweight Title match"

"What about the other two opponents in that match? Devlin Cross and Nightmare?"

"Well here's how you've gotta look at it. As hot as Devlin Cross has been, and having Stanton behind him, I still wouldn't bet on him. Peter Stanton is so wrapped up in destroying Dreamer, that he hasn't considered Cross and Nightmare taking each other out. Nightmare doesn't seem to happy about last Monday, even though his team got the win. All bets are off in this one, anything can, and probably will happen. It doesn't matter, however. Regardless of who wins on Sunday, I'll be seein' them real, real soon..."

"Isn't it a bit early to be making predictions? You haven't even wrestled."

"It isn't a prediction. Its more like inevitability. I've been a champion before, and I will be one again. Count on it..."

"Those are strong words. What about the other wrestlers in the ACW? What do you think of the talent all around?"

"Well, I'm not sure talent is really the word I would use. They're not all bad. I see some promise in a lot of these atheletes. Promise... not talent. The only real talent that I have witnessed so far is that CJ Sparx guy. He seems like he'll be goin' places sooner than later. But I guess only times gonna tell us that."

The man conducting the interview looks at the camera.

"Certainly strong words from the newest superstar in Atomic Championship Wrestling. Will his words be tr..."

JaXion shoves the small man out of view from the camera, and looks dead into the lens.

"I don't know when my first fight's gonna be, but rest assured, whoever it is... and I mean, whoever... is gonna be in for a long night. Sweet Dreams..."

JaXion turns away from the camera and steps over the fallen ACW employee. His massive back disappears from view. Fade to black.