..:: Manhattan, New York. Washington Heights to be exact. Its the section above Harlem. Divided only by an invisible line. My roots are in Da Heightz. Born and Bred. The only prowrestler that ever came from here has been, and always will be me. Although I wasnt the only one that went on to have success coming from here. You may have heard of a guy named Manny Ramirez, Boston Red Sox, World Series MVP. Looks like I the gutter has something to be proud of now. My failure to capture the World Heavyweight Championship at Guilty As Charged has brung me back to place where I grew up. After I disposed of my other competitors on Friday Night Glory, I am on root to another World Heavyweight Title match against the man that was lucky enough to win it in that BarbWired Elimination Chamber, Johnathan Windsor. God knows the pride that will be at stake in this match will be global. From the opening bell, the tension will be felt. From the fans watching at home, in the arena, to the two men that will be squaring off for the richest prize in sports today. Well, the other half of my life was spent on the run from the law. I am the most elusive individual in America today. I believe I made the Top 10 on the Most Wanted List. The only list Im used to making is the Top Five in sWc, but I always knew I would be the Top 10 in something, even if it was this. So as always, I walk the streets with a baseball cap on, lowering my head, trying to hide my face, though its only a matter of time before I am in their custody. ::..

..:: 34th Preceint ~ 165th Street ::..

..:: The camera focuses on me, walking towards a pay phone, and dropping a quarter in the slot. From the light pole behind me, you can see that I am standing on 158 Street, just seven blocks away from the preceint. The camera switches to inside the preceint. The voice of the chief of police in New York City, William J. Bratton is heard. He seems to be giving a speech. We now see William Bratton standing infront of a whiteboard. About five or six cops, they look like rookies, have notebooks in their hands, taking down notes. ::..

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| We have reports that Westside Raph, A.K.A. Raphael Johnson flew into New York City about 2 hours ago. Its obvious that we could have arrested him as soon as he got off of the plane, but we have an agreement with his employeer and he is not to be touched by anyone in these 50 States. Therefore, Im here to say that I dont give a shit about what Andy Cobern has to say anymore.

..:: One of the rookie cops raises his hand ::..

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Yes, you over there. Whats your name?

|..:: Jeff Slater ::..| Its Jeff Slater. Sir, I took this badge, because I wanted to make a difference in this city. I never wanted to be a corrupt officer. I want to make this city a better place.

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Well you would make this entire country a better place if you got this scum off the streets. Have you read his track record? He was selling drugs at the age of 13. By the age of 15, he was already handling guns, and becoming a big player in is community. He has killed more than 200 people, and everyone is covering up everything him and is entourage are doing. That badge that you have on, he has killed your own bretheren. Doesnt feel right does it? We arent being corrupt Slater. Im not asking you to be corrupt. Im telling you to follow specific instrcutions.

|..:: Jeff Slater ::..| We shouldnt went through this process in the first place. I say, if you are going to take him in. We should run standard procedures. The ones that we were taught to obey when we took the oath

..:: Another cop, stands up ::..

|..:: Joseph Jackson ::..| I've been at this for three years Jeff. The oath doesnt state that you should take it up the ass everytime. You dont realize one thing. Organized crime isnt a myth. Its all around us. Its been going on for years.

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Exactly my point. These wet behind the ears cops dont understand that Jackson. See Jeff, Westside Raph is apart of the most ruthless crime syndicates in history. Andy Cobern run the entire thing. He is the big fish. We get a cut from all of his profits every month. Where do you think your new raise came from? He is the main man, and one of the reasons the main man seems to be so elusive is because he gives us a little fish everytime. Some small time dealer is put into jail. Thats how the system really works.

|..:: Joseph Jackson ::..| Slater. Raph is a punk. We are going to get him off the streets today.

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Are we clear, Slater?

|..:: Jeff Slater ::..| I guess.

..:: Bratton becomes enraged. ::..

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| You guess? I dont need I guess from you.

..:: Bratton walks up to Slater and grabs up by the shirt. He knocks off his hat and puts him against the wall. ::..

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| You mention this to anyone, and I you will disappear. Got it?

..:: Slater nods ::..

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Andy Cobern, the leader of Industry Four is telling us to bust Raph. We are following our procedures. Sure. I serve to protect, I serve to protect my family. This man doesnt make idle threats. He doesnt play around. Westside Raph didnt show to the scheduled meeting last week. He hasnt reported to Andy Cobern at all. To make it worse, Westside commited another murder in Tokyo, Japan. He killed someone who was on the same payroll as him. Andy Cobern didnt take kindly to that. We got the report that he was here. We got a tail on him currently. This badge represents one thing now. OUR survival.

..:: Joseph Jackson walks up to the two ::..

|..:: Joseph Jackson ::..| Thats right, Slater. Whats it going to be?

..:: Jeff Slater looks down at his badge, and then straight to the chief of police. ::..

|..:: Jeff Slater ::..| Now that I think about it, I think it been about time that we get one of the big fishes out of this pond.

|..:: William J Bratton ::..| Glad to see you understand.

..:: Bratton lets Slater go. Jackson has his eyes glued to Jeff Slater. Bratton walks back to the white board, and draws a house. Square on the bottom, triangle on top. Very basic. ::..

|..:: William J Bratton ::..| This is where we are.

..:: Bratton draws a stick figure ::..

|..:: William J Bratton ::..| This is Westside Raph. He is in very close proximity to our precient. He thinks that he is being protected by us on this day. Today is a different day for him. Today we put Westside Raph behind bars.

..:: A walkie talkie starts to crackle and get staticy. ::..

|..:: Walkie Talkie ::..| Bratton.. William Bratton.

..:: Bratton picks up the walkie talkie. ::..

|..:: William J Bratton ::..| Speak up

|..:: Walkie Talkie ::..| Westside Raph is on a pay phone right now. He has been for the past ten minutes. I cant make out what hes saying. From what I can tell, he hasnt identified me. Doesnt seem like he knows he is being tailed.

|..:: William J Bratton ::..| Where are you?

|..:: walkie Talkie ::..| 158th and Broadway.

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Thats not too far.

|..:: Walkie Talkie ::..| He just hung up the phone. Seems to be moving right towards you.

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Stay at least 75 feet away from him. Keep your eyes on him at all times, and dont get spotted. We're on our way.

..:: All of the cops stand up and start to head out of the door. Joseph Jackson stays in the room with Bratton ::..

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| That was a great speech.

|..:: Joseph Jackson ::..| Was everything you said true?

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| What do you mean?

|..:: Joseph Jackson ::..| Everything with Westside and Andy Cobern. About how Cobern put out word to arrest him.

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Not entirely. This is my call. I know that Raph missed his meeting with Andy Cobern, but as far as everything else goes, Im the one that wants Raph in prison. The rest of these guys dont need to know that. Know what I mean?

|..:: Joseph Jackson ::..| Yeah, I do.

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Plus....I had 50 grand on Raph winning the World Title at Guily As Charged. How am I going to explain that to my wife.

..:: William Bratton gives Joseph Jackson a pat on the back as they walk out of the room.

..:: Squad cars begin to drive out of the parking garage. There is an incoming radio message. ::..

|..:: Radio Message ::..| All units. All units. 211 in progess at 2038 Broadway, 160th street. Suspect. White Male. Blond Hair. Twenty-Four years old. Considered Armed and extremely dangerous. Proceed with caution.

..:: The man with the radio is tailing Raph. Raph stops for a second to spark up a joint. The man hides behind a wall. Raph turns around. He sees nothing strange. He takes a puff and lets it out, contiuing to walk. The man steps out from the shadows and continues to follow Raph. Police sirens are heard in this distance. Westside Raph stops for a second. He turns around fast enough to see the man that was tailing him. He drops the walkie talkie and runs in the other direction. Raph runs after him, yelling obsenities. The man turns the corner. Raph catches up to him, grabs his head, and smacks it against the wall. He grabs him and throws him down a flight of stairs that lead to the New York City Subway. Raph runs down the stairs quickly and pulls out his gun. ::..

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| Who the fuck are you?!

..:: The man is bleeding, missing a few teeth as well. He tries to catch his breath. ::..

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| Tell me or Ill blow your head off.

|..:: Jessie McRae ::..| Fucking...FUCK MAN!

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| Ill pull the trigger man, I swear to God.

|..:: Jessie McRae ::..| Im Jessie McRae.

|...:: Westside Raph ::..| You know what I mean. Who do you work for?

|..:: Jessie McRae ::..| NYPD!! I had a tail on you. Those sirens you heard, they were for you. You got me down here in the stairwell. But now this place is surrounded. There is no escape for you this time, Westside Raph. Andy Cobern has called for you capture. Kill me.

..:: After a few seconds are thinking, Raph pistol whips Jessie ::..

|..:: Jessie McRae ::..| DAMN IT!!!...What was that for?

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| For being a pig....How many are there?

|..:: Jessie McRae ::..| How many what?

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| COPS MOTHERFUCKER!! How many are there?

|..:: Jessie McRae ::..| I dont know man, about four dozen.

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| Damn it!

|..:: Jessie McRae ::..| So what happens now?

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| You tell me.

|..:: Jessie McRae ::..| You go quietly. You are either leaving here in a body bag, or in cuffs. We rather you go in cuffs.

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| Not a very good selection.

|..:: Jessie McRae ::..| You make a decision.

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| Yeah!

..:: Raph kicks Jessie's teeth out. ::..

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| You stay here.

..:: Helicopters start to fly over head. The chief of police, William J. Bratton gets on a megaphone. ::..

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Raphael Johnson. We have the place surrounded. All exits are blcoked. We know you are with Jessie McRae. We urge you to leave your weapon with him, and come out of there with your hands in the air. We have your best interests at heart.

..:: Raph stands up, and starts to go up the steps. As he reaches the final steps. He sees a line of officers with their guns drawn towards him.

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Keep those hands up. I said get those hands up, Westside!

..:: Raph puts his hands up ::..

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Now turn around.

..:: Again, Raph complies ::..

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Put your hands behind your head......NOW GET ON YOUR KNEES....RIGHT NOW!!!

..:: As Raph goes so.. a group of officers walk up to Raph. They lay him on the around and cuff him. Raph isnt resisting at this point. The pick Raph up and lay him on the hood of one of the squad cars. Bratton walks up to where Westside Raph. He gives him a cold stare. Bratton then spits on Westside Raph. ::..

|..:: William J Bratton ::..| Oh that felt good you little bitch.

..:: Bratton punches Raph in the cheek. ::..

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Get this scum outta here gentlemen.

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Cost me fifty grand will ya.

..:: They place Raph is squad car harshly. ::..

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Ill ride in the car that Westside is in. I have to ask him a few questions before we take him down to lock up.

|..:: Officers ::..| Yes sir.

..:: Bratton gets in the passengers seat and looks behind at Raph. ::..

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| So Westside. How are things going for you? I see you were succesful in winning your shot to face Johnathan Windsor for the World Heavyweight Title on Friday Night Glory. Too bad you couldnt win it at the pay per view. You cost me alot of money.

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| Is that what this is about. Fucking money? I could have given you that if thats what you wanted. Andy Cobern could have given you that.

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| If only it was that simple. Appearently, its ok for us to do business with the likes of you, but its not ok to gamble. Gambling isnt illegal. You can gamble at your local 7-eleven. I just dont understand that. Anyway, putting fifty grand on a wrestling match was a stupid thing to do. Alot of people have gotten wind that someone from our precient placed a bet on you to win. When you win, everything is clean. Its a different story when you lose. It turns into a game of politics. They threatened to name names unless I got you put in the State Penn. I love being a cop. So you have to take the fall for your loss.

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| You should have doubled up this Friday Night. I was going to take home the World Heavyweight Championship. This time I wasnt going to play around. Dumbass.

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Watch your mouth. Your lucky Im letting you live the rest of your life in prison. Though I doubt it will be a very long life since everyone you have ever killed was connected to someone in the big house. You will be recognized from the first day. Your salad is going to get tossed everynight that you are alive.

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| Oh really? I bet Im going to be walking away from all of these charges. I dont have time to fuck around with your problems. I have to train for my match this Friday.

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| You wont be doing much of that anymore. Everyday will be about your survival from now on. This was my personal decision, to take you in. I have to respect my badge from now on, and getting you off the streets will be a great start.

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| You wont live long enough tell anyone about it. Andy is going to kill you when he finds out you breached the contract.

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| How is he going to find out? You never reported to him.

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| Im talking about my one phone call. I still get my one phone call. Thats something you cant take away from me.

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Ill see to it that you dont get a chance to talk to anyone. As a matter of fact. Officer. Dont drive to the station. Take us straight to the Maximum Security Prison in the Bronx. Fuck the paper work. Hes already dead.

|..:: Officer ::..| No problem.

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| I swear man...

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Oh oh? Whats that? You are about to shit in your pants? You dont know shit about what? Shut the fuck up, Westside. At this point, you have no say in the matter. Sit tight.

..:: Interogation ~ Prison ::..

..:: Westside Raph is tied to a chair. He is sitting inside of a room, with a two way mirror. Behind the mirror stands three of the guards, and William J. Bratton. They are smoking cigs, keeping a close eyes on Raph. After a few minutes, they exit their room, and are shown entering the room that Raph is in. The guard takes his club and smacks Raph in the back of the head. The three guards stand, and Bratton sits infront of Raph. A table is between them. ::..

|..:: Guard ::..| Westside Raph. These guys watch you every Friday Night man. My son watches you too. He praises you even. That makes me SICK! He should be looking up to his old man instead of some scrawny little punk like you.

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Settle down guards. As soon as the director of this place shows up, we can get his approval to lock you up here. I think you'll like it. About 45% of the people who are locked up here, are connected to you. You killed someone they were very close to. Odds are, the second you go take your first shower, you will be killed. So much for the career of "The Franchise".

..:: Raph begins to look around the room ::..

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| You really thought this through didnt you?

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Yeah, I did.

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| Doesnt seem like you did. Im going to get outta here. Ill give it a week tops. Ill be at Glory for my World Title Match. One way or another I am getting out of here, and you know what, Im going to kill you when I see you.

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Big talk from the little man straped to the chair. If the thought of you even escaping this place entered my mind you wouldnt be alive right now. I would have put a hole in your head and forgotten all about you, and your legacy.

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| Then why dont you.

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Orders.

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| From whom?

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Shut it.

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| Yeah right. What fucking orders are you talking about?!

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| We arent going to discuss this shit right now. When the time comes you will either find out, be dead, or both. Right now, I just want to get you set up, in a cell of my choosing, being watched by the guards of my choosing. These men right here. They will keep an eye on you, to make sure you dont do anything stupid. Meet the Three Amigos.

..:: Raph looks back ::..

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| How you guys doin?

..:: The three men dont say a word ::..

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| They dont say much.

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| They arent paid to talk. They are paid to follow orders. I follow orders too, but they follow mine, and you will follow the orders of everyone else from now on, including the Three Amigos. Any fuckin smart mouth, you will never see your son again. Clear?

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| Alright.

..:: Bratton stands up ::..

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| And they said it could be done. Westside Raph, obeying like the little bitch dog that he is. Thats how you train the scum of the world. You hear that scumbag. You do what I say. Say hes sir, bitch.

..:: Raph seems reluctant. ::..

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Say it!

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| Yes sir.

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Louder.

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| YES SIR.

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| LOUDER!!!

|..:: Westide Raph ::..| YES....SIR!!!!!!

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Good doggie.

..:: The prison director walks into the room. ::..

|..:: Prison Director ::..| Mr. Bratton. Good to see you. Hows the wife?

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Shes doing good. Four Months Pregnant.

|..:: Prison Director ::..| Well I hope the baby turns out to be just like you.

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Thank you. I hope so as well.

..:: The Prison Director is fumbling though a folder. ::..

|..:: Prison Director ::..| And who do we have here? Ah yes. Westside Raph. "The Franchise" Westside Raph. What do you like to be called?

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| Raph will do just fine.

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Excuse me, but this murderer should be getting any consolation.

|..:: Prison Director ::..| Bratton. What did you have in mind for Raph here?

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Oh, where do I begin. Well, first of all, why dont we stick him in general population. Right there will his kind. The murderers, the gangsters, armed robbers, felons, rapist. Stick him in there with the cop killers. Teach him a lesson. Besides that, I would like to have these three men watch him.

..:: The Prison Director looks up at the guys. ::..

|..:: Prison Director ::..| Ah, the Three Amigos. That can be arranged. Any specific person you would like to have him share a cell with?

..:: Bratton gets up in Raph's face ::..

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| How bout it Raph.....you want to be paired up with a 7 foot tall monster who would love to anally rape you?

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| Dont man.

|..:: William J. Bratton ::..| Haha. Anyone would do just fine bro. Just get him out of my sight. Raph. Live Strong..Haha!

|..:: Prison Director ::..| Alright. You have a nice day. Raph. Ill have the three Amigos show you to your new home. I guess Ill leave you with them.

..:: The prison director leaves with Bratton. The Three Amigos grab Westside Raph. ::..

|..:: Bernard Cordova ::..| We'll take you to your cell.

..:: They usher Raph out of the room and down the hall. Raph still handcuffed. They exit through another door that leads to the outside, and down some stairs. ::..

|..:: Bernard Cordova ::..| You have a big following here.

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| Do I?

|..:: Bernard Cordova ::..| Sure do. We like to give the inmates something to keep them busy while they are serving their sentence. Friday Night Glory and the monthly PPVs are something they look forward to, besides the lifting weights, bread, water, and weekly showers. Half of the cells have a poster of you. Or I should say HAD. You cost alot of people alot of money when you didnt win the World Title. You should of beat Johnathan Windsor. Now you are chasing the World Title again. Dont you feel envious of his position? Of his achievements?

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| I am envious of his achievements. However, I do not envy the manner at which he got them because he soiled each of the in his operations to get them. He still does not know the true meaning of competition. I will always lay claim to those Championships as my great achievements in wrestling. Oh, didnt you hear? Westside Raph is in a World Heavyweight Title Match! What was that? Did someone say something else? Did someone say that- this would never happen? Did someone say that- he'd never get this far?

|..:: Bernard Cordova ::..| I love how you guys stay in character, even though its all fake. Isnt it?

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| No bro. Its all real. They hate they have for me better be real, because what I feel for everyone else in sWc is real.

|..:: Bernard Cordova ::..| Always thought it was fake.

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| Well I'm glad the secrets I told you helped your two pals realize that I am the greater good. They havent even said a word about me. But when I speak, people tend to listen. I had Gregory Page silent, and promoless for one week, fucking coward. Johnathan Windsor had more nuts than him, but he should return to the abyss of England that he grew out from before I send him myself. I know things look grim right now, but Im going to make it out of here and make it in time for my match, for one sole purpose...win back the World Title. I don't have the time to think of my rough times. Im going to have some rough times in here from the looks of it.

|..:: Bernard Cordova ::..| Trust me, they dont get much rougher than this. But let me introduce you to these guys. Rudy Luna and Jose Luis.

..:: Raph shakes their hands ::..

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| Nice to meet ya.

.:: They remain silent ::..

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| They dont seem to like me?

|..:: Bernard Cordova ::..| They dont like to say anything. Their actions speak louder than their words.

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| I see. So how much further is it?

|..:: Bernard Cordova ::..| Not too far.

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| You got a cig on you man....I need one right now. Maybe give you some insight into the man in the ring. Cut a promo maybe.

|..:: Bernard Cordova ::..| I guess thats alright. Just remember. As soon as we take you to lock up, we have a job to do. Get my drift?

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| Absolutely!

..:: Bernard puts a smoke in Raph's mouth and lights it. Raph inhales. ::..

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| Oh, that felt good....Dont worry J Wind. Soon Ill be free as an eagle. Free as a motherfucker, and you will have no choice but to bow at my feet. I come to you, Johnathan Windsor. Did you enjoy trying to make a fool of me? A mockery of me Windsor? I suppose you went out and bought yourself a hooker to celebrate after your World Title victory. Its not like you can fly back to England, and get some whore with wooden teeth out there. We got the best of the best in America, Windsor. I hope you got your money's worth. First, not like you can get any pussy without paying. I'm sure some AIDS infested whore would do you for five dollars. I hope you're proud of what you achieved at Guilty As Charged, John. I hope you're PROUD you are a truly powerful man with a pair of brass knuks. You are a truly powerful individual when you can come attack a real man. What? Do you beat your wife too? Do you stick a boiled fork into your pets? You're fucking pathetic, and your plan to look like a credible champion has failed you horribly. For,if you truly... TRULY believed you winning would take momentum from me you got yourself mistaken, buddy. You can't even touch my spirit let alone kill it, I thought you knew?

..:: The Three Amigos appluad in approval. ::..

|..:: Bernard Cordova ::..| Priceless! Do some more!

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| Alright.

..:: Bernard grabs Raph's cig as he takes a puff. Raph takes another drag and lets it out. ::..

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| Oh but no, Johnathan Windsor? You would think being locked up here would be a concern of mine. A concern of mine? Fuck no. It's all you Windsor. You see man... You've claimed to be the best for so long. You've won this title in some desperate attempt to prove said point. You feel as if gold anyone can just buy makes you worth something, special even. What? Did your mommy not tell you she loved you enough as a child, you attention deprived pathetic faggot? And yes, I will call you any demeaning and childish name. You are not worthy of being respected. No one does respect you, and if they do it's only because they are as much of shells of men as you. So, back on point. You want to prove you're truly the best? Prove it by beating me in straight up wrestling match. There isnt anyone in sWc that wants this more than me. I proved I'd die for it, didn't I? At sWc, I risked my life by constantly staying in the match. Me being able to last for so long after you were so fresh in the match. Oh, I do believe that moment haunts you everyday of your life. Watching me in the ring on guts alone. Yeah, don't admit it. I didnt know deep down inside that it was going to be you. Raising the World Title, with my lifeless body laying in the ring. Try sending in your buddy Page, a fool who now tries to act intelligent. But how do you stop me from becoming World Champion? Can you use a weapon? Can one of your Triple A commrades come from behind? No. I think you'll find that beating me in a one-on-one encounter isnt as easy as you have it pegged out to be. Shit, I AIN'T DONE!

..:: A door swings open, The Three Amigos and Westside Raph walk past a cop. ::..

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| Our battles have led us to this point Peter. To this VERY week. These fights wont be as great as the ones I've has with Southside Shane. THREE YEARS Windsor, three years it has been since we first started our war. We wont have that problem, as it wont take me three years to get you out of my hair. Try three weeks. When you saw fit to taint undefeated streak, I will do the same to yours, and take your title in the process. But I know you will come back for more after I beat you. So what I said my have been and understatement. You will always return, trying to regain what you are about to lose, and there is no way you will get it back once I have it in my possesion...EVER! They call it the butterfly effect, right? Like that movie? How a butterfly could flap his little wings and cause a typhoon thousands of miles away? Here is our typhoon. No, I will not be the one who is buried underground. Instead, I will be cremating you. I will scatter your ashes in a toilet bowl full of my shit and piss, and flush your remnants down with it to right where you belong. Amongst shit, piss and rats in a sewer. I am the number one contender to MY World Title. But it is more than a title, a strap of leather with gold attached to it. This goes back to my ROOTS Windsor, my ROOTS. After UCW, UWF and XWF. Before anything else, came swc. There was only the World title before, and only the Eternal title after. It was the people like YOU who condemned me. People like YOU who mocked me.. Remember that.

..:: The four men are infront of a desk. ::..

|..:: Front Desk ::..| How we doin tonight fellas?

|..:: Bernard Cordova ::..| Nothing much. Got Westside Raph here. Hes cutting a promo for his World Title Match versus Johnathan Windsor.

|..:: Front Desk ::..| I would love to hear some.

|..:: Bernard Cordova ::..| No problem. Go ahead Raph. Continue.

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| Lets see, where was I? Oh Yeah! I still dont know how it feels to look upon Johnathan Windsor and think... "That should have been me." It hurts, it almost kills my spirit and drives me deeply insane. Now you know my sufferings. I am coming to Friday Night Glory, with a new arsenal of fighting techniques. I am coming with my entire soul to lay before you, my entire mind to place before yours and all my power to fight your power. If you thought you could kill a man like me you were wrong. You are the World Champion, but you arent sWc. You werent sWc then, and you arent now. It's all or nothing John Windsor. You bring the actual title, the actual sWc World title which I know you still possess. I will bring my career. Very rarely are such high stakes played. Very rarely are people willing to play it all on one hand. I am. I am ready to give you my career Windsor. If I fall, you have the choice of ending my career or letting it continue. This is it. What You, I and the Fans have waited for. Nay, the WORLD has waited for the final battle of lackey turned leader turned bitch made slut turned lackey once more. After Friday, when I am victorious, we've never been able to coexist. So no, you can end all of my dreams in one swipe. And I can lay claim to yours. I am here now Windsor, to lay claim to all of your glory. JUST as you stole MY GLORY, I shall TAKE yours. The ball is in your court my old enemy. I am enticing you now, you have the ability to do what MANY have tried. You have the ability of doing what you wish would finally happen. You have the chance that to do what only one other person has done....defeat me twice....and in the process, kill my career. You can kill Westsie Raph. Know this, Im not leaving glory without that belt. Its not happening. Gimme another smoke. Im on fire.

..:: They spark up another cig for Raph.

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| Yeah, you don't respect me but you've heard of me? Okay, let me ask you something. Who the fuck are you? Where the fuck did you come from? You don't look like no "Sugar Shane" Perry to me buddy, so hush up. Alright? You seem to feel as if you've got the potential to win this thing, as if you're trying so hard to reclaim a glory you've never had. I don't remember you winning this ever, I don't think you will either. So no, pay NO mind to me whatsoever. At no cost, in fact an early Christmas present. Im gonna teach you how to trash talk. Let me go into more detail. You'll also learn there are many other ways of saying you suck, you've always sucked and will always suck. It's called me throwing a thesaurus at your head with the only page in it, is the word suck. And it's also highlighted, underlined and circled to boot! Study the way to master trash talk against me, it's useful for anyone looking for an easy win over me. Damn, you're worthless Windsor. John. Johnny. You know what? I dub you Little John. You could never measure up to me, in any way pal. So, Little John. You gonna come up with some excuse after I win MY World Title? You cant take the heat like I can. When it comes to ACTUALLY PROVING YOU'RE THE BEST IN THE WORLD, YOU CANNOT DO IT! Just as when it comes to defeating me in a true manner which you can say, you know? I beat Raph. I beat him in a real wrestling match, one on one. No weapons, no outside help. I outwrestled Westside Raph, I proved I am his superior. I dont see any of that shit on your resume. Yet, I havent outwrestled you. You lost the meaning of this sport long ago. You will NEVER be a champion of the world, only real wrestlers can win such a prestigious Championship. Matter of fact, when you won the sWc World Championship... What true honor do you fucking hope to possess Little John? That shoulder feels warm with the World Title, doesnt it? I only got to feel it for a few minutes, then I tossed the belt in the trunk of my car before I forfeited it. You're too smart to give it away, so if I have to rip that belt away from your lifeless fingers, thats what Ill do.

..:: Cordova cuts Raph in the middle of his promo ::..

|..:: Bernard Cordova ::..| Ok, thats enough. Gotta go to lock up. Rough the guy up.

|..:: Westside Raph ::..| Yo, I thought we were cool?

|..:: Bernard Cordova ::..| Hehe! NO! Get him!!

..:: The punch Raph in the back. Grab him and smack his head on the wall. A cut opens above Raph's eye, he falls to the ground unconscious.

|..:: Bernard Cordova ::..| Mop his ass up!

..:: Scene Fades ::...

..:: Locked Up ~ They Wont Let Me Out ::..

Well, Little John. By now, you would think I said everything that I needed to say. I can do this for a long time. I can sense Windsor has begun his rest for the night, I can hear his snoring even now. Though I am in a deep sleep right now myself, I am still in constant thought. No matter, I can feel the World Heavyweight Title... I can taste it. But, I have a feeling this is going to be a long journey until I get to you Windsor. I fear myself winding up the same way I did last time. I reminisce on how tortured my mind felt, such torture of spending nearly 60 minutes in complete hell in a Barbwired Elimination Chamber, giving everything in me, and still coming up short. But aside from the defeat, the hellacious enviornment wasnt natural. Those things can change a man. This is why soldiers came out of Iraq much different men in more ways than one as far as thier psychological makeup is concerned. It is why I turned to the greater side of life. A side of justice in a world full of so much injustice, and the side I chose the path I walk. Really though John, all jokes and sarcasm aside. You’re the first opponent I’m actually getting to know a little before I step into the ring with you on Friday Night. And while we’re still being honest, let me tell you … you don’t impress me.