Ichabod walks toward the front offices of Nuclear Wrestling with a letter of resignation as if he were going to quit. The split screen shows a view of last Tuesday's match in which he was never eliminated and yet still somehow lost. A technician stops him and asks for an autograph

By the way congratulations on getting that World title match in the After Shock Show tonight!

Ichabod stops and looks at the technician, he grabs his shirt

What are you talking about?

You have been signed in round two of the 8 man World Title Tournament. You face Mike Creed, Maxx Pain, and Romeo. If you win you face the winner of round 1.

Ichabod Drops the technician and grins into the camera. He rips up the resignation letter.

Now, this is what I am talking about when i say recognizing talent. I don't know who the hell Mike Creed or Romeo is, but I guaranteee that they are going to wish they had never set foot in this federation. You see, now it is for the World Title. Now it's all on the line. My track record here is 0 and 2. That ain't doin it for the old career. I came here for one reason, and that is to finally put world title gold around my waist. You panty waists I am facing tonight better recognize one thing. I have never been given the world title shot. This match means all the world to me, and any two bit asshole who stands in my way is going to be pulverized. This is my shot at becoming what i set out to be a year ago. And no one, not Creed, Romeo, or even G_Digga is going to stop me from taking what is rightfully mine, the Nuclear Wrestlin Championship. If you think you've seen Ichabod in action before tonight, you have no idea what is about to hit the ring. Prepare for the end, ya fuckin' choads.

Ichabod walks away toward the nearest training room to get ready for the big night ahead of him.

Ichabod=World Champion.

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