The camera’s for ICW are shown on the front lawn of this very elaborate white house. There is a long driveway in the shape of a horseshoe. In the front of the house are several parked cars. One is a Yellow Ford Mustang, the other a white Toyota Camry and the third is a long white stretch limo. From the front of the drive is pulling a black limo. The camera watches as it pull’s to the front of the drive and the driver gets out. He walks around and opens the back door. Stepping out is Mason Meadows who is dressed to kill. He has on black dress shoes, with a pair of suit pants. He has a silver shirt on and the jacket to his suit is button up. The ICW Worlds Heavyweight Championship is hanging off his shoulder. He is talking on his cell phone and stands at the edge of the driveway while he speaks.

I agree, Pause…… So when do you want to do that? Pause…… Tomorrow is great, I can catch the red eye tonight and be there first thing in the morning.

As Mason is talking on of the huge door’s of the house swings open. From it comes walking Keith Martin. He is dressed is his slippers and pajama bottom’s with a green robe on. He is smiling and runs up to Mason.

Keith: Mason brother great job.

Mason is smiling and hangs up his phone as Keith approaches. As they begin to speak they turn and walk back up towards the house.

Keith you genius!

Keith: So how does it feel to have some real gold around your waist?

Incredible my friend.

Keith: Good glad to hear it. Hey let’s go out into the sun room, I got some drinks set up and we can get something to eat.

I’m not hungry but I will take a water.

Keith: Come on have a victory drink with me.

Alright but just one,

Keith: What will it be? Scotch on the rocks?

That’d be good.

Keith: Alright you head out to the sun room I’ll be in there in a sec, let me get some clothes on.

Mason enters the house and makes his way through the front room, Keith heads up the stairs and disappears off to his room. Mason glances up on the mantle of Keith Martin’s fireplace and sees a picture of himself winning the Pride Worlds title. Mason smirks to himself and walks on through to the sun room. As Mason enters the room he walks to the glass wall and looks out. He stands there and gazes into the open space. He rub’s his fingers across the ICW heavyweight championship. He then start’s to speak.

It’s been a long time since I have had twenty pounds of real gold over my shoulder. That shit ACW gave me wasn’t worth more than the fifty bucks they paid for it. It feels great to have real gold. I guess no one believed me when I told them I do what I say. When I told ante he better bring the fight of his life when he steps into the ring with me. I guess he took it lightly. Well now he is running around without a Worlds title around his waist. I guess maybe he is thinking how he should have played it differently. I now have another piece of gold to add to my collection. Soon enough I will be given the chance to defend it against many comrades here in ICW, but only time will tell who will be the first to step up to the plate.

As Mason finishes talking Keith Martin enters the sun room. He is now dressed in brown dress shoes with gray dress pants and a green dress shirt. He has suspenders on and walks straight to the mini bar.

Keith: you said Scotch on the rocks right Mason?

Yea, just one though. I haven’t had a drink in a while.

Keith: Yea, yea, yea, I hear you!

Keith Martin fixes both men a drink. He then walks over to the table where Mason is now seated at. He hands Mason a drink and they clink glasses together.

Keith: Here’s to another multimillion dollar contract, and another worlds title run!

Here here!

Keith: So everything is going good now I suppose?

Very well, I am flying back to Houston first thing in the morning to do a photo shoot for Pro Wrestling Monthly.

Keith: You are? I didn’t set that up!

ICW did, Trinity is going to meet me there and it’s the first big cover story ICW has had.

Keith: Your not replacing me are you Mason?

God no Keith, You’re the genius who put me where I am today.

Keith: I just want to make sure.

You know me better than that. You will still get your twenty percent cut off the photo shoot.

Keith: Phew, now I am really relived!

So how’s your vacation going?

Keith: Excellent. I just started Thursday and I went to Rome for the weekend. Then I flew back in last night.

Did you catch Shock?

Keith: Oh yes my friend, Tivo is the greatest thing on earth. Plus the hotel had satellite and I watched it live at about four o clock in the morning.

That’s good to know. At least your keeping up with your talent.

Keith: I always do. Until the day that I die.

So how is the new guy coming along?

Keith: Who Kayden? Not too hot. He fucked up his knee playing touch football. So I am waiting for it to heal before we sign him anywhere.

Dumb ass kid. Cant take those kinds of risk when your wrestling, especially if you want to make it somewhere.

Keith: Right you are Mason. Speaking of making it somewhere what’s the plans for you LJ and Trinity?

Honestly even we aren’t too sure. Right now it’s just going to be to keep the gold on me and take care of these introspecting fools running around everywhere.

Keith: Well I’m glad to knock you have some people watching your back for you.

Right you are, With people like Arch Angel running around jumping into stuff he has no business in. You have to be careful.

Keith: Well I’m glad you came by. I know your busy with photo session’s and training. Who are you wrestling this week anyways?

Lance Adams!

Keith: Who?

Not real sure

Keith: Well another walk over wont hurt you

I agree, that’s all that has come across me so far.

Keith: Well I might fly into Chicago to see you on Saturday. It all depends on Chris and Sean.

Yea they always come first don’t they?

Keith: Damn right they do. As much money I have on those guys insurance if something happens to one of them I will make enough to retire on!

Well it’s amazing they don’t kill someone with all that sick ass shit they do.

Keith: I agree, here I will walk you out.

Mason stands up and kill’s the rest of his drink. He lifts the ICW worlds title up and drapes it over his shoulder. He and Keith make small talk as they walk outside. Mason gets to his limo and the driver stands with the door open.

Keith: Don’t forget to sign those papers I sent to you

Those are the one’s opting me out of my ACW contract right?

Keith: Yes, those dumb ass fuckers need to read the damn fine print on any contract with one of my superstars.

I will sign them and drop them in the mail right away.

Keith: Alright take care.

The two men shake hands and Mason get’s into his limousine. The driver shuts the door then walks around and gets in. The limo pulls away as the camera flashes to the inside where Mason is sitting in the back. He has taken the ICW worlds title and neatly folded it and set it in the seat next to him. Mason look’s up to the camera.

Well ICW fan’s what do you think now? What do you think about this guy Mason Meadows walking in here and taking the belt? I guess you are all still shocked over the fact that I easily took care of Dante and won this belt. Or you all shocked as to what I did to the ACW Generation championship? Or is it the new alliance formed by myself Mr. Black and the lovely Miss. Litrell. Whatever it is that has you all so shocked you better get use to it. Because with “Mr. Main Event” Mason Meadows now the top dog around here you will see more of it week in and week out. I told everyone that I would win this belt and I did just that single handedly with ease! Like I said to start with like me or not I’m here to stay. I’m better than the rest! I’m smatter than the rest! I am simply the BEST!

Mason takes his jacket off and folds it up. He lays it on the seat next to him and he un buttons his shirt sleeves. He roll’s them up slightly as he begins to speak.

Dante, I tried to warn you. I told you I would bring all the fight you could handle to the table and even more. I warned you to be ready but where you? Where you prepared to fight me? No your fucking dumb ass was drinking coffee in trashy ass Denny’s? you’re a joke Dante. I tried to warn you but I guess the doctor put them stitches in to tight and it squeezed your brain! You said your not going to give this title up until you find someone worthy? Guess what! I’m worthy. You didn’t give it to me I took it from you! Dane it was easy to. I barely had to work for it but I got it. Maybe next time you go to deal with me you will realize that I’m not something you can discuss over a cup of coffee at a cheap ass restaurant with some ugly ass bitch! You better get in line if you want a shot at my ICW Worlds Heavyweight Championship! You are one unworthy punk you know it Dante? I hope Arch angel rips you to shred’s over the next few weeks. Because I’d hate it for you if you had to face me again.

Now this upcoming week my new friends with the power LJ and Trinity have sent me out to face some guy who has yet to be impressing here in ICW and that is Lance Adams. Lance you and your she male friend Juliya, need to be at home watching video’s. At the gym training, in the ring practicing moves. Why you ask? Because you are climbing into the ring with perfection. I am flawless, you want to know my weakness? It’s idiots! I cant stand them. My strength’s? Everything, you get to climb into the ring with the current Worlds champion. I am extremely out of your league yet they are letting you play in the big boys ball park1 Lance you where nothing in the battle royal. You where a joke. I seriously doubt you can bring much to the table against me. I mean let’s compare ourselves. This past week you went one on one with some shitty ass bitch name Blade and you barely won. I on the other hand went up against the best ICW had to offer and wiped the floor with him. Lance your not ready for me. I know your not. You think you can waltz into Chicago and even stand the slightest chance of defeating me? Your crazy Adams, when we get down to the point in the ring where you think you have a shot to win. You think you can get a quick one over on me and put me down the mat for those three seconds. Guess what, you don’t because I will bounce back and lay you out! You will feel what the Massy Driver is like and it’s not a pretty picture! You be hit the gym Lance,…. That’s the only chance you have!

Now to everyone on the ICW roster take what happen on Shock as a warning. The alliance that was established with myself, the ICW Worlds Heavyweight Champion, LJ Black the Owner of ICW and the lovely Trinity K. Litrell who is the CEO. What more can you ask for in a alliance? To everyone on the roster I am saying stay the hell out of our way. We are the greatest Wrestling Empire to ever undertake a federation! You think we are going to stand by and let you little peons do whatever you want? Not a chance in hell of it. We rule the ring, the office and the headquarters! ICW you have been undertaken by the greatest force ever. I am talking about THE EMPIRE! It’s going to be a fun ride for us! Lance, Dante, and everyone else just remember this….. I am “Mr. Main Event” Mason Meadows the ICW Worlds Heavyweight Champion, and your not!

Mason leans over to his mini fridge and gets out a bottled water. As he loosens the lid the camera fades to black.

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