The Future:

As each week continues to pass by, JACKSON CADE keeps buildin' up the list. Nah, not the Supermarket list. The list in which have been Destroyed to the very depths of their grave. It's became repetitive to the extent where it's almost a weekly procedure. JACKSON CADE takes his place in the ring; beats the holy hell out of his opponent, or opponents, and picks up yet another victory. Boring? Not the slightest. Here you've got ONE man, taking apart the ENTIRE roster. JACKSON CADE is UNSTOPPABLE; need I go into detail? Your right, I don't. His actions speak for themselves. What for one second, truly makes TERRY GOLD believe he can take down such a force? Such dominance? Since the day JACKSON CADE entered this company, we've had nothing but the same old shit. The guy's who THINK they are somethin'. The guy's who talk the talk, but come time to step up to the plate, they fall straight to their knees. Why? Because the lack of testicular fortitude is a growing number. Exactly WHAT more does this guy need before he finally accepts defeat? From week to week, day to day - we've been given nothing but the fact that TERRY GOLD STILL believes he's the cream of the crop. EVERY single week, we're made to sit down and listen to the SAME old shit. Who cares? Who REALLY cares? The facts are set out in front of your precious eyes - TERRY GOLD on the other hand, hasn't collided with The Future... yet. The question has to be asked; how much longer will TERRY GOLD be allowed to rome around and do as he pleases? WHEN will JACKSON CADE finally get his revenge? JACKSON CADE is on a collision course with his brother. However, another week gone by means another week of X Rated is upon us. In fact, it's the first X Rated after Dead End. Although it seems like there's nothing on the line - that's FAR from the truth because with the next show just around the corner, this could be one of the most IMPORTANT matches thus far .. for everybody. JACKSON CADE...TERRY GOLD- It's definitely got a lot riding on it, so tune into X RATED this Saturday Night!

The camera switches from a fading "ECE" logo and opens up on a clear and sunny day. Not too hot, not too cold. A slight breeze every now and then - the PERFECT day, so you'd say. Standing in front of this very camera, is JACKSON CADE. Standing behind him and a bit to the left, is April Hunter with her arms crossed. It isn't exactly clear as to where we're at; in fact, It's literally impossible to pin point a location. HOWEVER, there's no sign of anyone apart from JACKSON CADE and his manager. Looks like it has the making of a classic, vintage style promo, huh?

JACKSON CADE: Luck. Ain't it the funniest thing, TERRY GOLD? It can take you from being a big head and USELESS motherfucker .. to being yet again, a USELESS big headed motherfucker .. in a position he quite frankly, shouldn't be in. Heh, I think you KNOW what I'm talking about. The Title Shot - you don't even DESERVE to face me. I am FUCKING JACKSON CADE GODDAMMIT .. but being the manipulating cunt you are, you did the un-thinkable. You did what NO other bastard can do, and that's WORK your way to the top .. via Administration. It's not the first time either, is it big shot? You've pulled this little trick off a thousand fuckin' times .. but only this time - you're gonna be sent BACK to sittin' on your ass, watchin' THE HUMAN WRECKING MACHINES DOMINATE!

JACKSON CADE flashes a smirk; even a faint laugh.

JACKSON CADE: And that image .. That picture in your head, of seeing The Human Wrecking Machines standing tall EATS you alive, doesn't it? It fuckin' eats you away because YOU can't stand the fact that EVEN by kissin' President Ervin's fuckin' ass, you STILL can't find a way to take out The Human Wrecking Machines. See - come X Rated, your luck is gonna be flushed down the fuckin' toilet. In the past, you've won some matches.. Yeah, I'll give you credit. Why? Because you never faced anyone like me. It's always BEEN that way too, hasn't it? You can always beat those below you ... Heh, what's the matter TERRY GOLD? Can't play cards without 'em being shown to ya first? (JACKSON CADE Laughs) X Rated - BE THERE. That's all you've gotta fuckin' do, TERRY GOLD. Be there. I don't give a fuck if that means being CARRIED to the ring! BE THERE! I'm READY for your bullshit. ALL OF IT! Interference. Cheap shots. I've got you up against the wall like PIN the fucking donkey .. and BELIEVE me, jackass .. What The Human Wrecking Machines's gonna muster up for you AIN'T gonna be pretty by ANY stretch of the imagination.

The camera slightly zooms out, allowing for a clearer view of April Hunter.

APRIL HUNTER: Jacksont has slapped you around the ring like the insignificant piece of TRASH you truly are .. yet you're STILL missing the picture. You STILL haven't got the message. That Title Solom Noctourne is carryin?DO YOU SEE IT?! Because soon enough it will be ours.

JACKSON CADE: As for TERRY GOLD...These little games you're continually playin' .. they count for JACK shit, TERRY GOLD. You're NOTHIN' but a fuckin' flappin' mouth and when the time's right .. when it's sound .. when I can HEAR the fans anticipate it .. I'LL RUN RIGHT THE FUCK THROUGH YOU! You're about milkin' the cow slowly - playin' MIND games .. You bring way to much bullshit to the table. I GET THE DAMN JOB DONE, AND DONE QUICKLY! I DON'T fuck around .. So consider yourself in a WORLD of fuckin' trouble, TERRY GOLD, cause come X Rated you're going to represent the name to PERFECTION! When I destroy you, do you know what that means? I'll tell ya; it means your dreams are fuckin' SHATTERED into thousands upon thousands of in-repairable little PIECES!

The pair smirk, almost showing off a look of "pity" for TERRY GOLD.

APRIL HUNTER: And Crush, we haven't forgotten about YOU and your little cousins.

JACKSON CADE: You know; you're lucky, in a way. You haven't got the spotlight on you .. which for the moment, might be the best thing for you. But at X Rated - it's all but the same thing for you, as it IS for TERRY GOLD. You wanna walk around protestin' about your bullshit? FUCK you. FUCK YOUR MATCH. This is Professional Wrestlin' TERRY GOLD ; think I could give a fuck if you're blackjack or not? I care about ONE thing. I care about makin' sure EVERY time I step foot in that ring, I leave a battered and bruised, sorry son of a bitch LAYING .. in a POOL of his own fucking blood. It's ALL I care about .. NOT the trash you come out with every time you show your damn face.

The camera pans down to the feet of JACKSON CADE, and reveals several weapons including Barbed Wire, Steel Chairs, Ladders, Tables and so fourth. The camera quickly moves back up to JACKSON CADE's face again, as he begins speaking.

JACKSON CADE: I suppose you're probably sittin' back in your chair, wonderin' why the fuck am I surrounded by weapons? I'll give you a clue. It's all he depends on. It's ALL he truly is.

We are left dumbfounded as JACKSON CADE let's a few seconds pass by.

JACKSON CADE: Still clueless? Heh, you fuckers are stupider then I first imagined .. but hey, why be a BITCH and tease you like TERRY GOLD? I ain't here to perform a fuckin' tease; I set things out STRAIGHT. TERRY GOLD .. The insane, fucked in the head MORON .. who actually believes, that he's the next World Champion. Let me put it to ya this way, Jack; ANYONE can claim themselves to be fuckin' hardcore when you give them Barbed Wire, A Steel Chair and whatever the fuckin' else that relates to being Extreme. ANYONE! Even that dumb fuck brother of yours could proclaim himself to be Hardcore if you gave him a Ladder and told him to land on a table. What YOU are, is a pure .. and NOTHING ELSE .. but a loser! Heh, Lemme' tell ya .. you're gonna fuckin' LOVE this saturday Night - cause you'll be in a shitload of pain and you'll be DROWNING in a river of your blood. But then again, you don't REALLY love pain, do ya? It's all just one shameful image for the big, useless piece of shit that deep down, you are. When you were a kid - you were picked on. Why? Cause you were too weak to ever fight back. Nothin's changed now pal, except for the fact that you finally grew a pair of balls to swing that first punch. That's all - but against me, that punch is gonna be worth what the New York whores you've got runnin' around topless are.

APRIL HUNTER: If you're failing to calculate that, TERRY GOLD, then your offense counts for absolutely nothing. The thing is, whether you can admit to it or not .. a FACT is a FACT and you will ALWAYS be the Sports Entertainer. You'll NEVER be a professional wrestler - you ENTERTAIN, TERRY GOLD. Hell - you put your life at RISK. Why? Because you ain't got a brain, It's as SIMPLE as that. But that right there, that's the difference between you and my client. You're specifically a Sports Entertainer by risking your body .. JACKSON CADE however, is a professional wrestler and ISN'T out there to entertain, TERRY GOLD. He's out there to beat senseless fucks like you and heh, take it from me .. he gets paid damn well for doin' it.

Hunter shruggs off a cocky chuckle, as JACKSON CADE keeps a straight and an intensified image.

JACKSON CADE: Barbed Wire - it ADDS to the pain, don't it? It's what MAKES you along with numerous other fucked up weapons. You NEED this kinda shit to be Extreme.

JACKSON CADE stays silent for a few seconds but never once does he turn his attention away from the center of the camera.

JACKSON CADE: I .. DON'T! Know what I need? A fuckin' carcass. You provide that, TERRY GOLD, and I'll make mince fuckin' MEAT outta you. I don't NEED weapons to make myself look like some bad motherfucker! Weapons involved with me are two ingredients that result in TOTAL Fucking IMPACT! But ya lucky TERRY GOLD .. ya DEAD fuckin' lucky cause on X Rated, It's just You vs The FUTURE! NO weapons! But you can BET ya ass, that YOU'RE the one who's gonna be layed out with not a HOPE in the world of gettin' back up. Think of me as a fuckin' Train - If you happen to be in my way, I'll run RIGHT .. THROUGH YOU! You ARE and WILL ALWAYS be that sack of crap that got pushed around for bein' the kid that nobody gave a single shit about. To this day, these people - they don't CARE about you TERRY GOLD. You entertain them that's all. But on X Rated, you AIN'T gonna be entertainin' anythin' - not a SINGLE soul because I'll be mandhandling you from the MOMENT that damn bell sounds. COUNT ON IT; you'll be FUCKED up worse than you already ARE once I'm finished with you. Heh, you can kill wannabe Legends 'till you're blue in the face .. cause I ain't about to LOSE to some fuckin' reject; I'm The FUTURE for a reason, TERRY GOLD. Do ya realize that? It's for takin' assholes like you to a WHOLE new level in professional wrestling. It's for takin' shit like this beyond the definition of EXTREME! That's WHY I'm The FUTURE and THAT .. is why on X Rated, you're gonna crumble like a fucking COOKIE! I know ya IQ is about as healthy as fucking cancer, so allow me to put it into simple terms, which even YOU can understand. (JACKSON CADE Pauses For A Moment) … At X Rated… YOUR CAREER IS OVER! ...

APRIL HUNTER: And hope to holy hell you're left with at least one leg and one arm .. Haha.

JACKSON CADE: Might be the first you've heard of me, but I promise you TERRY GOLD .. it WON'T BE THE LAST!

The camera pans out of a close-up shot of JACKSON CADE and eventually fades to the ECE Logo, leaving us to anticipate what will be a classic blockbuster between JACKSON CADE and TERRY GOLD!

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