House show line up for 20th

[justicedavro]

There is still place on the card its a one rp maximum. Main event is

VD vs Nero/cross

Roman Gladiator vs Johnny Cocksure debut (We finally get to see what he looks like in ring)

[justicedavro]

New card

Nero/Cross vs VD

Gladiator vs cocksure

Cobolt Dragon vs Sureshot

[cobaltdraganov]

Part 3 of 4 (other parts can be read at leisure in the Character Development area.)

(We fade in Colbalt sitting on a bench in Central Park, eating a deli sammich by himself, his potato salad on the bench next to him. A couple pigeons are munching on the bread he's peeled off.)

Colbalt: "Hungry much, fellas?"

(The pigeons coo and do the walk around head bob thing.)

Colbalt: "I should have pulled a Phillip Glass and bought a loaf of bread before I came."

(He laughs to himself, and he continues.)

Colbalt: "Sureshot... hi. How are you? I believe you know me and (motions to the pigeons) my commrades. Just as I know... well I thought I knew who you might have been."

(He takes a thoughtful bite of his sammich, making sure not to drip on the suit pants. He's even got the Obama rolled up sleeves thing going, and yes his watch is a Rolex. He's also rocking a $20 dollar Lexor on the other wrist. First thing he bought when he left the hotel today. What? Colbalt loves New York AND Bakersfield. It was in these gyms Colbalt trained, Colbalt learned the craft, and in it his passion to perfect his craft that made him the superstar he is today. He wipes his mouth with a napkin, cuase he's gots the mad manners and shit, and even takes a swig of his drink. The drink is unspiked which he's decided is a really good sign.)

Colbalt: "Let's just skip past talking about who we've beaten. It's monotonous, and with the proof that there isn't actually that much about you in the wrestling for for others to even know about. Hell you are probabily some young gun looking for a big break but I think we're both above such trivial matters."

(He waves them away with his left hand.)

Colbalt: "These are the facts of the matter. I've been chomping at the bit for months to get a real challenge. I watched you warm up this week and thought... this is more like it. You even have a catchphrase. I've got a catchphrase. We could spend the week being a couple of crazy catchphrase cut ups, you and I. Trading diatribes. I'd make fun of your hair and your silly sunglasses. You'd call me old. We'd steal the show."

"And yes Triple X, you don't own that title anymore. It's mine now."

"But you see, Sureshot... seriously, I'm not going to say all that. Adding Mr. makes me sound like I'm fighting that guy Colbert hates... Okay, look Commrade Sureshot, you might be hungry like the wolf for a victory, but me thinks you might be getting distracted by dancing on the Sand-y Wells."

(Stacy.)

Colbalt: "I know I was making a joke. See Sureshot, you come out by yourself, and you're this mean, hard nose, take no prisoners guy. You took a guy who thinks he's still anywhere close to MY level and took him to the limit. And then we flip the channel to UWF 24/7 and you're dragging a breakfast cart into some little bitches room just to see her pretty smile. Awwwwwww."

(He holds up his hand.)

Colbalt: "And I know what you're thinking, "Wait didn't he just-" but what you saw, my dear boy, is what's past. It's what's dead and gone and despite anyone's hopes is never coming back, and part of me, Sureshot. Part of me... well... part of me..."

(He indicates the fun zone.)

Colbalt: "Part of me has moved on to the gladly accepting hearfelt condolences. Another...."

(He points to his brain.)

Colbalt: "Has dealt with the blow of losing his queen, but knows the chess game isn't anywhere close to over yet. I've had to readjust my strategy and priorities, certainly. That's what none of you get. I'm on the defense. So far I've taken care of the pawns, and you, a bishop, have finally moved into a position to do some damage. It's cute really. When the truth is, Sureshot, you're so vulnerable right now, I wouldn't have to lift more than a cellphone."

(He pulls out his blackberry and tosses it on the bench.)

Colbalt: "I make one phone call. Maybe I offer those two bimbos- dah I mean strippers- I mean whores... skanks... pita.... Clitoris clearly visible through their jeans... juices, there we go, running around with Top Chop and Guy Creepy Smiley there half a million to kidnap your little girlie-friend. Even if you knew it was me it would throw you off your game. You'd be reduced to making angry demands for her safety and threatening me with all sorts of bodily harm if I dared to threaten her innate goodness."

(He pauses.)

Colbalt: "Yeah, I know. I'd outsource a kidnapping. What can I say I'm not as young as I used to be."

(He shrugs.)

Colbalt: So "Sureshot?" I'm not really all that sure. "Slightly-Accurate Shot" maybe. Me? I'm straight Villian, no chaser. Even more so than before, now none of you have the safety net of having someone around to call me off of you."

(He leans forward.)

Colbalt: "Because that's the truth, Sureshot. You've found a woman, a fine woman, who thinks you're the bee's knees and gives you the confidence to go out there and destroy the menace of the ranks of OW and climb the ladder. I've lost the woman I love, drowned in a lake. Your heart burns with passion. My is cold, empty, left with nothing but the only other thing that has ever mattered to me: World Titles. You eyes are being pulled away from such things, being pulled to pretty young thing. Mine are focused- even when bloodshot- on that belt and nothing else. In defeating you, I get one step closer. One week closer to Oracle, where I WILL be joining some actual competition, The lead singer of Bush, and whoever else OW decides is going to lose to me and I put on a clinic on how to make a classic wrestling match. I'm going to climb that ladder and get that belt. It's not something I think will happen, Sureshot. It's what's going to happen. Just like what's going to happen at the first ever OW house show. I'm going to beat you, just like I've beaten everybody else they have put on the other side of the vs."

(He smiles.)

Colbalt: "I'm going to walk into the show, sit in my locker room, maybe lift some weights, maybe watch Iron Man on DVD again, Maybe Tropic Thunder, then I'm going to walk out to that ring and beat the living shit out of you, stick you on the mat and then climb that top rope and finish you off. You? You're going to show up to the arena, and then Stacy will track you down and ask for your help, or maybe you'll be a little jealous because Damage won't stay off your kool-aid- pardon the pun- and you'll interject and save Stacy's dear old Papa Smurf. And then when you come to the ring, you'll be wondering 'Is there going to be payback?' instead of thinking about what's going on in the ring. But don't worry, Sureshot. It'll just be business as usual for me. Get in the ring, humiliate someone from the promising OW ranks, stick them on the mat and then let the find out that... wait for it..."

"Comedowns are a bitch."

(He takes a small bow, though still seated.)

Colbalt: "Personally, though, Sureshot, I hope you surprise me, but I'm much more optimistic that you'll disappoint me."

(He peels another corner of bread off his sammich and holds it up to the camera.)

Colbalt: "And while you might be good in the ring, great when pushed. I'm the best, period. No one pushes me. And it's not ego that says that Sureshot, it's the honest truth. Because to believe anything else... well"

(He smiles and tosses the bread on the ground. the pigeons both got for it and begin pecking at each other over it.)

Colbalt: "That's just for the birds."

(He grabs his drink, and balls up the empty sammich wrapper. Lobbing it into the trashcan no problem, like he does it all the time. He turns and walks off screen and the camera fades.)

[Nero]

I lit my cigarette and smirked as he finished putting his pants on. I was sitting at the head of the bed with the covers pulled up to the top of my chest. I knew my hair was a mess but I didn’t care at the moment. I’d fix it after he left the hotel.

I had to chuckle as he looked around for his shirt. “I think it went behind the television.”

“Do you always get that into it?”

“Depends on my mood.”

“I see,” he commented as he retrieved his shirt. I was about half way through my smoke as I pulled the covers away and stood up. After a moment I noticed he had stopped moving and was just staring at me. I smiled at him as I found my underwear.

“You can leave first, I’m going to at least brush my hair.”

He walked towards the door and put his shoes on. “Right, don’t want people to think you’re a whore or something.” He joked as he grabbed his coat.

“That’s the last thing I’m worried about being called.”

“Really?”

“Do you know how many people I have slept with in the past 5 years?” He didn’t give me an answer, he just shrugged. Which was probably the best thing he could do.

“3. Louis, Ryder, and now you.”

“So it was Louis’ baby.”

“I never slept with James and the thought never crossed my mind. It crossed Remmi’s but not mine.”

“Remmi? Nero, no cameras, you don’t have to keep your gimmick.”

“She isn’t a gimmick, Remmi’s a split personality.”

“Oh..” he paused a moment as his hand was on the door knob. I had my bra back on along with my shorts, just needed to find MY shirt this time.

“I’m not hearing voices crazy.”

“Didn’t say that… here.” I looked up and he tossed me my shirt. Somehow I lost it near the door. Go figure. “Next time, I pick the hotel, this place sucks.”

“It was quick.” I explained as I finished my cig and walked into the bathroom. I turned on the warm water as I heard the door open and close. I looked up at myself in the mirror than the series of hickies and bite marks that ran down my collar bone. I had to grin as I slipped my shirt back on and started brushing my hair.

My peace wasn't long lived as 'Whatever' By Godsmack started blaring from the floor at the foot of the bed.

"Found your cell phone."

"I don't want to hear it right now."

"I wasn't going to give you shit, you're finally seeing things the way I do."

"Fuck, I am going to be called a whore... Ouch!" Bitch pinched me again. I grabbed the phone, and tapped the screen as Tylor's voice sounded in my ear.

"You ok?"

"Yeah, why?"

"NNY said you never came home last night."

"Yeah, drank too much and just ended up grabbing a hotel room. I'm awake and about to head into Odyssey."

"Want me and NNY to meet you there?"

"Yeah, bring our dogs please."

"No problem, see you soon."

"Yep." I hung up the phone and stared at it for a moment. Tylor was still a bit awkward from his coma. We talked... but we never really addressed the whole subject about him being my father...

"That's cause you're scary."

"I'm the scary one?"

"I don't exist, remember? Just a personality."

"Would you rather me tell him what you really are?"

"No, being a personality is a lot easier." I finished brushing my hair before grabbing my bag and heading out. A smirk plastered to my face as I made my way to my car.

"This isn't going to be a one time thing Nero."

"No it won't but a little bit of fun never hurt anyone..."

"Only if you could keep it at fun." I ignored her as I got into my 1970 Plum Crazy Cuda. My smirk now a smile, I was happy to have my car back. It took more time to rebuild this damn car than I thought it would.



That was awhile ago... I sadly should have paid more attention to Remmi, but that was my mistake. I had ignored her, like I had been and now I was looking down a path I didn't know if I could take...

"Odyssey's first house show. I've sadly never taken place in one of these. Always had to much drama and shit going on in my personal life. But who doesn't right?"

Eris sat in her chair, slightly uncomfortable that she was the one who drew the short straw to interview the boss. It wasn't that Nero was a mean boss, NNY just handled most of the staff.

"How do you feel about wrestling Damage and Vigilante? A man who Remmi also put herself into a match against at Envy."

"How do I feel? I feel just fine. I respect both men and think it will be rather interesting to see how this works out. Damage and me have trained together and Vigilante... well Remmi wanted a challenge. I look forwards to this experience."

"And the rumors about Vincent Cross being your chosen partner?"

"Those would be correct. Since him and Damage are facing off at Envy too I thought I would give the fans a preview into Envy."

"What are your thoughts on the subject that you aren't stable enough to re-enter a ring."

"Let me be honest Eris, I probably shouldn't be allowed back into the ring. Last time I did when I had pent up angry I stabbed my boss in the leg. But given that I'm the boss now worst I can do is hurt myself. Remmi wants some action, why not let her have some fun?"

"Isn't it odd that you and your partner have never seen eye to eye after your attack on his ex fiance?"

"Key word, ex. The past is the past Eris, stranger things have happened. If I didn't trust him to get the job done I wouldn't have had him teach Big Daddy P a lesson."

"So the rumors about him being your Titan are true?"

"I guess in some ways."

"Well I don't want to take up anymore of your time Nero. Is there anything you would like to say to VD?"

"Yes, first off guys... VD? Really?" I shake my head a bit with a chuckle. "Like I said before, I respect you guys... but that doesn't mean I'm not itching to beat both of you. It's not personal, it's business, a business I preform very well.

A business I can't wait to get back into." A smile at the camera before I get up from my chair and walk towards my office. I'm slightly surprised to find Lilith sitting in my office. I close the door as she turns and gives me a smile.

"Tell Remmi thank you."

"Tell me yourself."

[Vigilante]

.: The scene opens up to the bedroom of Vigilante. Vigilante is laying sprawled out in the bed, the covers pulled up to the middle of his back. He is laying on his stomach, dead to the world. The silence of the room is broken by the ringing of a phone. Vigilante lets out a sound that can only be described as a Neanderthal grunt. He reaches over to the table where the phone is resting, he knocks over two empty Wild Turkey bottles, and finally finds the phone. He pulls his head up off the pillow long enough to see who it is that is calling. Vigilante rubs his eyes trying to wake himself up and ignoring the throbbing in his head. Most of the time Vigilante wouldn’t bother answering the phone, especially in this condition. But since it is his tag partner Damage, Vigilante figures he better answer it and check in with the man.

What the hell man do you know what time it is…

Exactly four, what the hell are you doing calling me now, I just got in…

What do you mean afternoon…

Vigilante lets out another grunt as he sits up. He rolls his neck as he throws the covers off of him. He stands up and has a pair of black sweat pants on as he makes his way over the window. He pulls the blinds back and stumbles backwards as the light attacks his eyes. He quickly closes the blinds and stumbles back over to the bed. He sits on the bed and closes his eyes enjoying the darkness. He reaches down and grabs one of the empty bottles and holds it up looking to see if there is anything at all left on the inside. He can’t help but feel disappointed at this finding.

I hate the sun….

Yeah yeah I know…

Don’t worry I will be ready for my match against Remmi at Envy…

House show…

Oh yeah no I knew about that.

Vigilante obviously doesn’t remember anything about the upcoming house show. He gives his beard a tug to try and bring back his memory. He gives he head one hard shake.

No man, don’t worry about. I will be ready. I was just enjoying myself last night. I was very happy to hear the news you brought me last night about my match with Remmi…

Don’t worry man I will be there, I won’t leave you high and dry.

Alright, I’ll see you then.

Vigilante hangs up the phone and tosses it back on the bed. Vigilante lets out a big sigh as he flops back down on the bed. He takes a moment and takes a deep breath. The pounding in his head is taking its toll, along with still trying to fully wake up. Vigilante rolls over onto his stomach and reachs under the bed, looking for something. He comes back out with a bottle of Pedialyte. He takes off the top and starts chugging it. He finishes about half the bottle and sets it down on the table. He reaches over and pulls the drawer open from the table and pulls out the pack of cigarettes an the lighter from inside. He takes out a cigarette and lights it up and tosses the pack back ontop the table. He takes in a deep drag as he clears his head.

Well it looks like I forgot about match that I have coming up. It was probably when I was out on my drinking tour. But it doesn’t matter to me, since I learned that I do indeed have a match at Envy I will be ready for it, and I will be ready for the house show as well. It looks like Damage and I are going to get a chance and team up, looks like we are going to get a chance to show that we deserve these belts and that we can work together. In our minds we are going to the only tag team champions this federation ever sees. I mean who in the hell is going to come and take these belts from us. So this is going to be a little tune up for us.

Vigilante takes another drag from his cigarette and reaches over and flicks his ashes into an ash tray on the table and adjust his position.

Now it looks like Nero is going to step out from behind her desk and lace up her boots again. It has been a little while since she has put those boots on, but I have seen what she can do. I have sat in the back and watched the havoc that she can wreck inside the ring. I know not to underestimate her, I know what she is capable off. But it is going to be interesting, I mean here she is stepping into the ring and going against two superstars will she be able to fully let loose, will she be able to unload on us. Will there be some corner of her mind that is thinking that she doesn’t want to hurt us, that she doesn’t want to injury us, I mean she can’t want to lose some of her biggest stars.

Vigilante lets out a little chuckle, realizing what he just said.

You know what scratch that, something tells me that there are other things going on inside that mind of hers, and I don’t know if we really want to know. But what I do know is what employees wouldn’t want a chance to drop their boss, and their be no repercussions. I for one am looking forward to it. Damage might come into this seeing it a little differently and that is fine. He doesn’t see things the way that I do, and that is fine. We balance each other out that way. He is a little bit closer to Nero, he has a past with Nero. He might be a little bit more apprehensive about it, but I know that he isn’t scared and won’t back down from anybody. And you know what, if Remmi decides to peak her head out then the more the merrier. Let her get a glimpse at what is in store for her at Envy. Because it doesn’t really matter much to me, be it Nero or Remmi I will take them both down, and I will do it with a smile on my face.

Vigilante takes another drag and gives his beard a tug. His eyes are staring off thinking about the opportunity of getting into the ring finally with Nero.

Now Nero did get herself a good partner. She isn’t going into this match without somebody watching her back. She has got Vincent Cross standing beside her, that is another name that I am familiar with. Cross is another guy that I have come across from the federation that shall not be named. And this is another guy that I am itching to get into the ring with. I mean I don’t know if there are two names you could have drawn that would have made me happier to step into the ring with. I don’t want to step into the ring against people that I am just going to run over. I know that I am good, thats not me tooting my own horn, that is me stating fact. And the fact of the matter is that I love getting into the ring with people that are going to push me to my limits. That are going to make me dig back deep for just that little bit extra. Those are the type of opponents that I want, those are the matches that I want. I mean to prove that I am the best, I have to step into the ring and beat the best. I have never taken my career lightly, and I don’t take carrying around gold lightly. I want to face the best. And I am not sure if I could have picked two better name to step into the ring against.

So as far as I am concerned bring Nero on, bring Cross on, hell even bring Remmi on. I fully believe in myself, and I know that the man standing next to me at that match I can trust. As far as I am concerned we can beat them all. Now it is up to them to prove me wrong. I only hope that Nero knows what she is getting herself into, I don’t want to push her or Remmi to hard before my match with Remmi. Damage has his own shot at Cross coming up at Envy as well. So this is going to be a great preview of what is to come. Because as I see it, this week you are going to see Damage and I take care of business, and then at Envy you are just going to get an encore with the same outcome.

Vigilante gives a little chuckle.

In a couple of days Nero and Cross are both being taken down by VD.

Vigilante just shakes his head as he takes a final drag from his cigarette before putting it out in the ash tray and setting it back down on the table.

VD... is that really the best we can do. Jesus I need a drink.

Vigilante gets up and opens the door to his bed room and turns down the hall going down to the kitchen to find himself something to drink. We see laying on a table across the room his OW Titan Championship as we slowly fade to black. :.

[Damage]

He sits and cups the mug in his hand allowing the warmth of it to ease the aching in his hands. The new Russian superstar certainly has a hard head he smirks to himself no doubt he will attempt some form of revenge on him at some point in the coming weeks. Damage leans back on the leather sofa its pure luxury. The marketing execs are certainly doing well he smiles as waits the coffee hits his taste buds like a nectar of the gods Italian blend of course why is he not surprised at all. He is almost tempted to put his boots on the expensive looking table in front of him but the masked man is a little more refined than that. Well today he is. He is amazed at how much Vigilante and himself have caught the wrestling world by storm forming VD its like the world was crying out for a decent tag team and they know they have got it now. Lots has happened this week with the emergence of a new head Booker and the new road schedule, With the leaving of Hayden Raine and the firing of Eddie the future of OW seems brighter than ever with a load of new talent showing up as well. He wonders what he is doing here he called VIG but as usual he was other wise engaged with a massive hang over of terror. Damage is one of the few who manages to not suffer the next morning.
The leather squeaks as he moves again they better hurry he is getting bored and a bored Damage is a mischievous Damage he smiles again thinking of the next practical joke he can pull and on who. He hears movement and glances at the door in walks a tall lady beautiful in her own way her hair tied up to hide her beauty in a Grey business suit the second person a sleazy looking business man with thinning hair and horn rimmed glasses Damage stands to shake their hands as they introduce themselves.

"Hi I'm Desiree and this is John and we are the head of merchandise development for the OW"

Damage nods as he sits back down so that's why Nero sent him here and also why VIg missed the meeting Damage mutters under his breath.

"Vig you ass"

He sighs
"OK well why am I here?"

Both Desiree and John Take a seat opposite from Damage she has a brown envelope and she opens with a smile.

"With your little surprise a couple of weeks ago, You kind of left us scrambling I mean we missed a perfect marketing opportunity there you could have made a fortune. A killing on the forming of VD'

Damage starts laughing at this executive talking about VD the name he started as a joke its gonna stick Vig is gonna be pissed.

"Well Desiree even Vig didn't know about it to be honest I let Nero know back stage just before my match and cleared it with her it wouldn't have been so much of a shock for everyone if you knew would it"

She smiles a smile Damage recognizes she thought he was a dumb wrestler, She has been in the business longer than she looks he smiles back as she pays him more attention.

"As you know " She continues "The Damage mask is doing very well, but we have put something together that we want to run by you before we start selling it at the next big event."

Damage nods as he listens he smiles again as she pulls a black t-shirt out of the brown envelope and holds it up in front of him. In red writing in huge letters it has the words OW gave me and on the back in big red letters it has VD. Damage starts laughing what starts as a chuckle becomes a huge gut wrenching belly laugh he stands up taking it in his hands holding it up and still laughing. He pulls of his shirt and pulls on the new VD shirt he flinches and feels the pull on his body its good quality he looks at her with a smile his voice full of excitement. He sees that Desiree is blushing as he forgot where he was and just took his shirt of as the sat down Desiree eyes where crotch level and he caught her looking. The scary part he caught the very quiet John looking too. He sits down enjoying the blush and speaks to her.

"Can I keep this one I love it"

She nods unable to speak

"Oh and Des please make sure you send Vig one with a letter from you insisting he wear it at the house shows he will love it."

Damage laughs as he stands up and heads for the door he almost leaves before stopping shaking his head and says with a grin

"Hey guys you can check my ass too its as good as the front"

Both of the execs blush again as they are speechless.
"Bye now"

Damage walks out of the office to the elevator he stands inside and presses ground floor he shakes his head. Vig is gonna kill him, the old man needs to lighten up this will help him live longer Damage smirks as he imagines the old Veterans face when he receives the shirt from him.

"Ah well he should have come to the meeting" Damage says out loud

Damage walks out of the sliding doors and into the production teams area he now has to do some promo work for the house show this week he better make a showing here as its not only the first real house show but its the first tag team match of VD. He heads in the recording room he sees what looks like a small wrestling ring with figures of himself and Vigilante Nero and Cross also a certain recently leaving wrestler. Damage smiles exactly what he wanted.
He steps over to the table as the camera crew sets up at eye level with the toy ring so they can not see Damage he takes a microphone that is connected to the ring and begins to speak in a ring announcers voice. As he stands the recently released wrestler in the ring.

"That is why I am once again quitting the world of wrestling" Damage is mimicking someones voice quite well. "It has nothing to do with me going to loose a match, No no no. Seriously I promise the fans I have decided to retire no there is no truth I am going to show up some where else in there tournament for there belt no really, there is no truth to the fact that I have done this in every fed I have ever been in"

Damage can not contain the disdain in his voice as the camera pans up to him. He looks into it with a growl

"I'm tired I am its like a slap in the face to every guy in the locker room and we are told not to rock the boat to keep quiet let it just pass let him show up on another TV show and pronounce the death of us because he has spat his dummy out again. Or was it he was offered the belt of that other place? Its a lack of respect from a coward and I'm sick of it. Let him show up there let the has been show up and announce how he killed us but we are still here fighting the good fight. We have a sold out ppv hell we have more press these days than any other fed in the business we have a new Booker who is all ready bringing in new guys left right and center. So I want you to know you coward that next time we ever work for the same company I am gonna kick your teeth so far down your throat that you will be able to chew toffee through your over sized ass hole. Now enough about you and on to the important stuff in my life the tag team match, Nero and Cross vs VD in your towns coming to you in your back yards, We are bringing you a PPV quality match at a house show I was amazed when I heard that Justice Davro was going to do this I mean I asked him why. He told me its to say thank you for staying with us for showing us its worth it and to show you we will be putting this quality of matches on for all of you. Now lets look at the people in this match"

Damage holds up himself

"Now this sexy dude well he is just ta pure bred star saying what ever he wants the coolest geek on the planet. He will be a tough guy in this match. Now he is paired with this man."

Damage holds up the Vigilante figure he stops and looks at the face before smiling

"It amazes me how they got that angry scowl of yours so right on your figure bru they even have that little vein in your head that pops out every time the crowd chants VD. He is a vetran he is one of the best in the world today he holds two championships and is the one of the few men to ever beat me for a belt any where in the world today so he will be dominant no doubt."

He puts Vig down while whispering to the figure "don't worry old man ill put you down gently I don't want to break your hip"

He picks up Vincent Cross as smile

"Cross the future of OW damn son I even watch your matches your so damn innovative you are the way this business is going you will be the next big thing I swear if I could bet on you I would but you just keep missing that Brass ring. The bad influence's in your life have gone with their tail between their legs leaving you a clean slate a future champion and I see all of this but not this month Cross, not this week VIg and I are the most dominant tag team in the world today we have zig zagged the globe wrestling in japan and Mexico facing the best teams in the world these past few weeks to prepare for this and believe me we are ready son its almost your time but not this month. Because this month you face me twice."

Damage puts him down and picks up the final Nero figure.

"Nero the boss and pound for pound one of the best wrestlers in the world today but its not just that you have the fact she has two people in that head of hers both as deadly as each other does this make it a handicap match on our part well it could but only if we let it this match is a momentum builder for the ppv with the four of us looking for the rub going into it I promise you a great match and a great night of entertainment but I also guarantee you that Vig and I are coming out on top. I wonder how many perverts have bought the Nero Doll with ulterior motives "

He laughs and shakes his head before he smiles and shows the camera the back of his shirt as it switches off. as it does we hear Damage voice obviously playing with the action figures as himself

"Well Hello Remmi yes I am Damage would you like to go out some time"