The arena is quite after the monumental Firefight, in which Rowdy Wallace was defeated by "The Real Deal" Mike Austin and where Erin Jacobs beat Mohammed for the hardcore title, but more importantly, at that firefight, Rage destroyed Roz Blayze for the Xtreme Title. The camera is on the other side of a hallway looking at a door, he walks closer, and the word, “Rage” is seen on that vary door. The cameraman slowly walks toward the door, and opens it. Rage is sitting at a desk writing something, the lamp is the only light in the room. The only sounds in the room are the foot steps of the cameraman, and the writing of Rage. The lamp looks old fashioned but as you come close it turns out to be an imitation. What Rage is doing is un important right now, the camera man inches closer, and close, then suddenly Rage stops all movement, and looks over his work. Rage- NO, NO, NO, NO! THIS IS WRONG! The Man inches backwards now, and Rage crosses out words and ultimately tosses it off to the side. He runs a hand threw his hair, and smiles. Rage looks down at his newly won Xtreme Title. The reflection beams upwards at him, as he smiles. Rage- Stop were your at. Come Closer, Much Closer. With that being said, The camera man walks closer to Rage, Much Closer, and gets a close up view of him. Rage- It was the epiphany of Failure. It’s a moment in history that will stand out like a zebra in pink room. It will live forever, and People who saw it will tell there children, and children will tell there litter. No matter how much they try, it will never be gone. I bet your wondering what the hell I am talking about. It, my friend is very simple. It’s gone down in the record books, I did the un-doable! I beat a pissed off Canadian, with a Superior Move. Sure, it was first made by a Canadian, BUT I MADE IT FEARED! Roz Blayze tapped out to The Superstar Sharpshooter. He squealed like the pig he was. I mean, look at this clip! Rage shuffles threw his papers and finds a remote. He presses a button and a TV Comes up from his desk. The match is on, and it plays towards the end. Rage nails Roz Blayze with the Superstar Sharpshooter. Chris Jones is checking for a tap out. ... ... Rage tightens the hold. ... ... Rage tightens the hold. ... Rage tightens the hold. ... ... ... (AHHHH!) ... Rage tightens the hold. ... Roz Blayze taps out. The TV goes back down and Rage is laughing his ass off. He holds his gut and laughs insanely. Rage pounds his fist into the desk and snorts. He whips a tear from his eye and stops. Rage- Did you see that? Honest to god, that is classic. He goes to honor his mentor, and he fails just like Lee Naughty did! I mean, Lee didn’t forget the Xtremity Maker, but I mean he didn’t even scout my matches. He didn’t check to see where I was taught or anything! I mean, Come on! Well, Roz… If you haven’t figured it out… I was trained in your hell hole of country! Yes, Canada. If you want to beat the so called, Best, you’ve got to learn from these so called “best”. I mean…. Roz, your embarrassment to Wrestling, to your country, and to your mentor! I’d just stop trying. Rage’s fax machine begins to go off. He smiles as the paper comes out of the printer attached to it. He rips the paper off, and reads it briefly. Rage- What the hell, there must be a mistake. On the card, it says I am facing a guy named Mohammed. Who is the blue hell is that? Oh… Wait…. I REMEMBER! That was the name of that loser, the other guy who was going for the Hardcore Champion. How could I forget… Maybe because he’s a nobody! Yeah, I said it! This guy sucks! I mean, I can’t find a word which will describe how badly he sucks! Well, Imagine how bad Lee Naughty and Roz Blayze Suck and like multiply that times 5! I mean, Is this a joke?! Who’s my real opponent? And How does he think he deserves a shot at The XTREME Title, when he can’t even be Hardcore! What the fuck?! Rage laughs slightly, and slowly brings the Xtreme Title closer to him. Rage- Mohammed, Just realize this… I am the Off Spring of Xtremity, with this title, I am the Epiphany of Xtreme. No one comes close to being as good as me at what I do. And what I do is only what I can do. No one else can relate. I am in a class of my own. I am untouchable, and you…. Your Nothing…. Nothing But a worthless obstical in my way. Just remember that when your tapping out to the Superstar Sharpshooter, or get hit with Xtremity Maker…. Just remember THAT! Rage smiles and turns off the lamp. His eyes are the only things that can be seen in the dark room, and the camera zooms in on them and slowly fades out to darkness.
