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The Living Legend

Turn Up the Volume

SFT Lightweight Champion

Disclaimer:: If you don't like what I have to say, don't read it... Plain and simple.. End Disclaimer::
What another long and drawn out time it has been for Amp.. Not only must he contend with people in SFT, but RWA as well, as some of you seem to forget... But anyways, he keeps on keeping on, the best he knows how to do.. Let's recap.... Last week, Amp was going to take a leave of absence from the SFT, and give up his Lightweight Title. But after thinking it over, Amp decided to stay, and go after the Tag Team Titles as well. Now, Amp must face Knight this Saturday at Slaughter in a non-title match. Amazing how close the World Title is, but yet so far away... Then, at November Reign, Amp must defend his Lightweight Title against Fugitive, plus team with his partner in the Eternal Renegades, Dave Van Dam, to face whoever the SFT Tag Team Champions may be... As we find Amp, he is backstage at RWA Wednesday Night Homicide, with his brother and RWA Co-Owner, Michael Pettis. Amp has just teamed with Zero to defeat Kris Ryder and Chris Rickter, although it wasn't an easy win as Zero used a beaten and bruised Amp to get the win. Earlier in the night, Zero attacked Amp and Michael Pettis as well, causing the Pettis brothers to be fuming and pissed. Amp sits in his locker room in a chair, while Pettis paces back and forth in the room....

Pettis: What the FUCK?! First off, that idiot Zero decides to attack the both of us earlier, then he kicks you around the ring and uses you as a weapon in the match to get the pin! That son of a whore has it coming! Just wait until I get to book him for next week.. He'll pay!

Amp: Blah, blah, blah.. It's done and over with. What I have to worry about now is the SFT. And first on the horizon is Knight this Saturday at Slaughter.

Pettis: Ah, Knight... I remember hiring him into SFT a long time ago. And now he's World Champion there? Funny, he seems to not do much in the RWA... Maybe you should show him why being a Renegade is oh so much better, and bring that SFT World Title to the RWA!

Amp: Well, it's non-title...

Pettis: It's fucking what!? A man your caliber and talent against.. Knight.. of all people! And the SFT bookers don't even have the balls to put their title on the line? That tells me that they fear "The Living Legend," Amp. I can smell them shitting their pants in fear from here....

Amp: You're damn right they do. But you know what, after I defeat Knight, the SFT has no choice but to name me the number one contender to the title. Ah, the SFT Title... something I have dreamed about ever since I created the federation. To one day hold the power again, and all of the stroke.

Pettis: Don't get greedy too quick, little bro. You know what kind of tricks the SFT staff always has up their sleeves... And you know the Regulators are always after your ass as well...

Amp: Coming from a guy who used to be a Regulator himself... Which one were you again? Ex Lax? Ha ha..

Pettis: Very funny, you ass... Well, I need to go get some paperwork done on some new contracts.. And send Rob Hill's information to XCW. I'll see you this Sunday at Explosion.

Amp: Heh, Rob Hills... Please don't make me face him before he leaves! I could never beat the big, bad, English bastard! Ha ha ha!

Amp falls out of his chair from laughing so hard, and Pettis just walks away.. Before he leaves, he sticks his head back in the door as Amp sits back down...

Pettis: Oh.. Don't forget about the Battle Royal Saturday...

Amp: You know I'll be there. Later.

Michael Pettis then closes the door, and Amp walks to the mirror to look at the gash in his forehead caused by Zero earlier. He then shakes his head, and starts to pack his things in his duffle bag...

Amp: Well, Zero... I hope you're happy. In your quest to be the 'almighty bad-ass' of the RWA, you decided to use me as a victim. Well, payback's are a bitch, man. You see, you could have stuck beside me and Michael, and had it all.. Title shots, people watching your back, glory... But you threw it all away just because you thought you were one sneaky bastard. Well, to tell you the truth, I am unimpressed. I sure as hell hope you are in the battle royal this Saturday, because I am gunning for you first. Fuck everyone else in that ring, because all of them will have your face in my opinion. Right now, I'm a house of fire, and no one is stopping me until I exact my revenge on you. I have taken out people twice your size, and sure as hell twice your reputation with ease. You will be no exception to that, Zero... When all is said and done, you will live up to your name like you always have, and be one big Zero...

And what of everyone else in the RWA? Like I said, fuck them. You're either with me or against me in this one, and if any of you simple minded idiots even look at me wrong in the battle royal, I will throw your ass over that top rope so fast, you'll think you were still standing in the ring. I am probably the smallest guy here, but I am also the quickest. If any of you doubt what I can do, just take a look at RWA's official website and check out my accomplishments. That's right.. I didn't get all of those titles by running my mouth. I got them from busting up motherfuckers in that ring like it was going out of style! After all is said and done this Saturday, only one man can stand in the ring as the winner, and that man is "The Living Legend" Amp! Zone Capone? Brock Jones? Jay Gamble? Please... that gold is as good as mine, and damn will it look good around my waist!

Amp then gets ready to put his SFT Lightweight Title in his bag, but looks at it for a second...

Amp: Speaking of gold.. Ah, how this title means so little to me now. I could care less how long I hold a title. I just want to win them all. What this is to me now, is extra baggage. Do you realize how much of a pain in the ass it is to carry a title belt through customs at an airport? And once security sees the damn thing, they know I'm a celebrity and mob me for autographs... But anyways, thsi Saturday, I should have my chance at one title I have always wanted, but I don't. My brother was right. The SFT fears having "The Living Legend" as it's champion. Like Knight is actually a role model for fans and makes a good company spokesperson? He doesn't even hardly talk! Hell, we'll probably be lucky to even hear him cut a promo this week, let alone for November Reign... But Knight, you're lucky, man, you really are. You know that if SFT had even a speck of talent that the RWA was, you would not be wearing that gold at all. You would be fighting for a lower tier title, and you would have to grin and bear it. Back in the days of the old SFW, when you first started out, you had as much talent as you possess today. I must admit, I was amazed as hell that you defeated Fox to win that Title, but it happened. I guess the sun shines on every dog's ass one day out of the year, and that day was your day. But what happened since then? It's almost pay per view time again, and you have almost dropped out of sight! Granted, I did as well, but I had some prior commitments elsewhere.. You on the other hand, had none as far as I know of. And you call yourself the champion?! What an embarassment! What better person could represent a shithole like the SFT and actually bring some credibility back to that title? I know, damn near no one.. But one logical choice would be.. me! That's right, my name should be the one in lights! I shoudl be main eventing every week! But no, it's your sorry ass! Someone who should've ended up as a puddle on a pillow instead of what stands before us today as SFT Champion!

Amp puts his Lightweight Title in the bag as he shakes his head, then zips up the bag. He then slings it over his shoulder, and turns the lights out before he leaves the room. He begins to walk down the hallway, as he continues speaking...

Amp: Only a day away, Knight.. Until I show the whole world just what kind of paper champion you are... As you sit at home and quietly prepare for tomorrow's match, just remember that I am greatly anticipating shocking the whole world and the SFT... This veteran isn't done by a long shot, and you of all people should know that. Enjoy your time with that title while you have it, Knight... Cherish it.. Adore it.. Treasure it.. Because it'll all be over in the blink of an eye... And if I don't take it away from you, I'll be sure someone does...

Elsewhere....


We open up to Bothwell Regional Health Center in Sedalia, Missouri. The camera pans down the hallway until it reaches Room 224. As the door opens, we see Angel Eyes lying in bed with tubes sticking out of her arms and nose. A heart monitor quietly beeps in the background... This is what has become of her since Amp decided to exact his sick and twisted revenge against her in her Scaffold Match against Zero.. Now since that day, she has lid here in a coma, and not said a word... Visions of the match play themselves over and over in her head, as does thoughts of Amp as well. Some thoughts are good ones, others are painful... All of the sudden, her eyes slowly flutter open, and only one thought escapes her mind and her mouth as she bolts upright in the bed. She then screams at the top of her lungs...

Angel Eyes: AAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPP!

Fade to Black...