*The scene starts out in Kid Xtreme's Locker Room. Inside he is sitting on his black leather couch. In front of him is a wood table with a vegetable platter. Around his waist he has the XCW World Championship and on the table he has the EWL World Championship set up for all to see. He eats a carrot, looks around for a second and then looks directly into the camera*

Kid Xtreme: You know, ever since I have arrived in the EWF I've had people jumping down my back. First there are two morons from XCW who want the rights. One being Angel who poses as much threat as our World Champion Thor and the other is the psychotic vampire Vice President. Then there is crazy man by the name of Deathscythe is running his mouth like he is better than the "Rock Superstar" Kid Xtreme. I just thought I'd be the one to personally address these "rumors" that are going around.

*Kid Xtreme then stands up and poses.*

Kid Xtreme: Do you see this everyone? Deathscythe, Johnny Blood and Angel wish they could look like me. They wish they could have the gold I have. As you all know I am the only person in the EWF right now who has Double Gold! Double Gold! But like always, some one has to be jealous of Kid Xtreme. First we have Angel who has never seen held a championship belt in his entire career, much less seen a belt. I mean for god's sake Angel, even my beautiful Heather has held the Women's Championship before. Do you honestly think it's cool to whisper something into a little girls' ear and have her giggle? I mean for Jebus' sake decide on what you want to be! Do you wanna be the Lord of Darkness and Destroyer of Good or do you want to be the guy who invites little kids into his dressing room for "One on One Meetings" or whatever you call them. Angel get a life, get a woman, get something. But my offer still stands Angel. Even though the odds of you winning the Hardcore Championship are more like the odds of you actually winning a match. Or if I can put it in your terms: You no win, cause you suck donkey balls! I mean Angel. seriously, what is your facination with little people? You're running your mouth how you wanna eat Shorty out? Shorty is a male my friend, not one of your little kids so do me, him and everyone else a favor and stay away from little people alright? I know it's gonna be hard but Kid Xtreme can have Shorty find you a nice prostitute for those first few lonley nights. I mean, you can't be a Michael Jackson wannabe for the rest of your life. The fact is Kid Xtreme is too much everything for you. This'll be like takin candy from a baby. Oh wait, I'm sorry, we're trying to stay off the subject of little kids, my bad yo!

*Kid then stands up straight and now looks down at the camera*

Kid Xtreme: And then there is the Blood Banger. Johnny Blood. Not so long ago Johnny you and I were partners in the XCW, you were the Vice President and I was the President. Even then you knew your role as always being a step behind me. You and I were once the ECW Tag Team Champions. You and I, Johnny you and me, we were Blood Type X. One of the most dominant tag teams in federation history! But what happened to that? What happened to Blood Type X? Well Johnny the honest fact is I got tired of carrying your sorry ass in every single match. As for the rights to XCW, they are yours, just remember that I am the XCW World Champion and if you want your federation's belt back, you'll have to come get it! Johnny you'll be number two on my XCW hit list. You should know better than anyone that I can destroy what I create! And it was never the matter that my heart wasn't with XCW, it was the fact that Kid Xtreme was never meant to be an president, much less an owner. Kid's place isn't in the back, it's in the ring. I don't fight legal battles, I fight in Death matches. My pen isn't my weapon of choice, my San Diego Hi-Fi and Xtreme Measures are what I choose to battle with. Johnny, after I win Quadruple Gold! Quadruple Gold! Quadruple Gold! Quadruple Gold! I'll promise that you'll be the first to get a title shot at one of my many titles. Johnny, this time you've stepped up to the wrong plate. After I give you the beating you deserve, I promise you that you'll never make that mistake again.

*Just as Kid Xtreme is about to talk again, Shorty McFly bursts into the locker room*

Kid Xtreme: Shorty! What the hell are you doing!? I'm trying to do an interview here!

Shorty McFly: Kid look! I learned a new dance! Wanna see!?

Kid Xtreme: Fine, make it quick! Then get the hell out of here, I'm spilling out here Shorty!

Shorty McFly: Okay, sorry! Here it goes!

*Shorty begins to dance*

Kid Xtreme: Shorty! Get the hell out of here!

Shorty McFly: Did you like it!?

Kid Xtreme: Just go!

Shorty McFly: I knew you liked it!

*Shorty then continues his dance out the door*

Kid Xtreme: My god, that midget must be on crack! I mean for Jebus' sake, where in the hell did he learn how to dance? Anyways...

*Kid then stands up and looks right into the camera, there is a twisted look on his face.*

Kid Xtreme: Deathscythe in just two days time you and I will step into the ring for the first time in our EWF careers. In just two days time you and I will be the first two men ever to fight for the EWF Northern Championship. Deathscythe I'm still trying to figure you out though. Everytime you speak I don't know whether I'm listening to a wrestler or a song from the Backstreet Boys! I mean you definetly wouldn't make a good Backstreet Boy with a mug like yours. But then again the only one who probably cares about the Backstreet Boys is Angel because we all know how he feels about little kids. But that's a different subject. The subject were at now Deathscythe is you and me, Friday Night Fallout. If you win it'll be your first piece of gold ever. That would be a great accomplishment for you. But sadly Friday will not be your night! For you see Deathscythe, it is my destiny to hold all the gold, it is what I was born for! Deathscythe you run around asking everyone, do you think I'm crazy!? Yeah, I think you're one screwed up dude, but so am I. I guess you have an advantage though cause you do have voices in your head. And where do you have the nerve to call me, Kid Xtreme, a moron! I'm not the one with voices in my head. You go around bagging on Kid Xtreme Productions first video entitled Right On, starring me, Kid Xtreme! I portrayed beautifully some of the greatest icons of our time! Then again you run your mouth saying that I am afraid!? The only thing I'm afraid of is the ass kicking I'm going to be giving you. I realize that our match won't be fair because I do have the upper hand and I am the Golden Kid as everyone says, then why are you even showing up on Friday? You know you're gonna lose, so I suggest that you shine my belt up real nice right now and try not to drool on it alright. But the thing that gets me most is that you claim that my time is up!? Oh hell no, what you don't understand is that my time has just begun! My time is now, your time will be in two days time when I make your sorry dead ass apart of the Kid Xtreme history! Deathscythe, you and the voice in your head remember this, you can't beat the "New F'n Breed of Xtreme". You just can't...

*Kid Xtreme appears to be done and Shorty enters the room again*

Shorty McFly: Kid I learned a new dance! Wanna see!?

Kid Xtreme: Go ahead...

*Shorty begins to dance again*

Kid Xtreme: Shorty that is the exact same dance!

Shorty McFly: No! I did it diffently this time!

Kid Xtreme: How so!? You still look like a retarded midget!

Shorty McFly: You really like it!?

Kid Xtreme: Oh brother...

*The camera fades on Shorty still doing his dance.*