Sean: Here it is bubba!

Chris: Canada……Fucking Canada…..What the hell was Maddog thinking bringing the entire company up here for a show?

Sean: Chris it isn’t to bad. It could be worse

Chris: Yea like how?

Sean: It could be Mexico!

Chris: At least in Mexico we can buy some Jack Daniels for under two dollars. Do they even sell liquor here?

Sean: Beats the hell out of me. Let’s go find the ring,

~{ Sean and Chris start to make there way through the back entrance. They see a sign pointing towards the locker rooms. They glance down the hall but keep walking straight. Finally they come to the sound booth area behind the huge entrance. Sean and Chris both walk out to the open arena. They stand on the ramp and look around. Chris takes a deep breathe then exhales.}~

Chris: Ahhh…. Sean can you smell it?

Sean: Sick man! I told you not to have those fucking tacos!

Chris: No you faggot! Can you smell the arena?

~{Sean stop’s and sniffs out in the air. He gets a puzzled look on his face. He then smells again.}~

Sean: Cheap beer and old pretzels?

Chris: God your so fucking dumb. I’ll be back later!

~{Chris Van X jump’s off the side of the entrance ramp he begins to walk down the backside of the arena. Sean watches him as he slowly walks away. Sean then look’s down at the ring and sees the scaffold high above the ring. Sean walks down and looks up at it.}~

Sean: Here it is! This is where it all will take place. Twenty five feet up in the air. Nothing below it to soften your blow except the ring. The only hope is that you don’t fall to the left or right to much and hit a post like Owen Hart did…..

~{Sean slowly begins to climb the side of the scaffold above the ring. The men setting up chairs look up at him and shake there heads. Sean gets to the top of the scaffold and stands there. A huge smile comes across his face.}~

Sean: The time has almost come. Sunday is going to be here soon! The entire world will be watching. They want to see the return of Mr.E! They want to watch possibly the greatest Iron Man match in the history of UWWF as Maddog takes on his former friend Curtis Schmitt. They will be watching as Jeremy Clarkson once again squares off against G-Man…..But the one match that I know everyone is wanting to see is the Brass Knuckles Tag Team titles match. It’s going to be a classic and one for the ages!…

~{Sean stands there on the scaffold looking out into the arena. He then sits on the edge of the scaffold and lets his feet dangle.}~

Sean: It’s almost here! The time is coming. Two great teams will each climb this ladder and look across and see the other. All four men have earned respect from the fans in there own ways. They have each dominated there respectful time periods. But now when past meets present we are going to clash. Go head to head in a match that few are brave enough to enter. Why are people so afraid to enter? Because this has been many men’s last match!….Clarkson you have to be going through a lot in your head. Two matches! Very high caliber matches. Defending both of your belts…Your mind has got to be going crazy trying to figure out what your game plans will be! But lets both be honest you know as well as I do that Greg is the least of your worries. I hope your extremely pumped about this. I hope your laying awake late at night going through the step’s in your head!…Why you ask? Because I want you to be at your best. I want you to be on top of your game. Because when it’s all said and done and your ass is laying twenty five feet below and you look up your going to see me standing there with your belt! Then and only then will you know that you just got beaten by the greatest tag team in wrestling history!

~{Gets up from the edge of the scaffold and walk’s back over to the ladder. He climbs down to the bottom. He starts to walk away but stops as he looks back up at the top.}~

Sean: Well not to forget the other man who gets to get up there with Clarkson is his buddy Curtis. His tag team partner Bonez. He is suppose to be “perfect”. He has claimed to be perfection1 But I have seen as he has been beaten in the ring by my own brother Chris. Curtis your not perfect… Your far from it. You are worthless is what you are. Your past your time and if I was you I wouldn’t even show up for Made of glass because that sick crazy mother fucker Maddog is also getting his shot at you! Bonez your in for one hell of a night! You have to face all three of the men who shed blood,…sweat,.. Tears for this company all those years ago. Curtis you claim that you treasure your Brass knuckle tag team title so much. But let me ask you this…. Do you treasure your career? If so you wont bother even showing up come Made of Glass. Your going to get the shit beat out of you then your going to get dropped from that scaffold and watch as you lose not once… But twice in the same night! Bonez where coming. We are going to destroy you and Clarkson. There’s no way to stop it!

~{Sean turns from the ring and start’s to walk up towards the back. He has a smirk on his face as he walks. You then hear him mumble. Where the fuck did you go Chris? Sean walk’s towards the back. Cameras flash over to where Chris is at. He is up behind the entrance ramp on the balcony. He is standing there looking off into the empty arena. Apparently he has been there a while watching his brother. Chris begins to speak.}~

Chris: Time marches on…. It’s been a long time since I have climbed up onto a scaffold. Four years in fact. But for some reason it seems like it was yesterday. It’s something you will never forget. It changes your life to watch two other men fall twenty five feet. A huge sense of pride builds up and somehow you know that the better men won. Made of Glass: Back to the bloody roots!….. I helped make those roots bloody. I bleed for this place. I climbed into a empty swimming pool with Pike Daniels and we beat the ever loving shit out of each other! I climbed into a double tall steele cage wrapped in barb-wire filled with weapons in a match that was my last in UWWF! I put tables on fire and sent people through them. I put Singapore canes on fire and put them through people. I have given everything I had to this place. It cost me my marriage! It cost me my mind! It almost cost me my own brother!… but now I’m here to take something… I am going to take the Brass Knuckle Tag Team titles!

~{Chris look’s out into the arena with a empty stare. He walks over to the edge of the balcony and looks down. He then squats as he stares at the ground.}~

Chris: That’s a long ways down boys…. Not quite as far from the scaffold to the ring though. But still you get the point. It’s going to be a long night for you two. You each have two huge matches. Curtis you get to take on the maniac that built this place Maddog. In a iron man match that I’m not sure you are going to make it out of alive! Then to top it off you have to come climb on that scaffold with us? That is going to be one long night Curtis. Are you sure your up to it? Come on lets be honest your in for a ass kicking you wouldn’t believe! Bonez I whipped your ass all over the ring a few weeks ago. Now it will once again come to happen.

~{Chris stands up and looks back down the edge of the balcony. He then turn’s and walks back some. He then walks over to a old bench and sits on it.}~

Chris: Jeremy Clarkson your another man with two matches. The thing is you don’t have to worry about one of them because you practically have that match won. But on the other hand you have to deal with us! You have to take on the best UWWF has ever had to offer! The team that put tag team wrestling on top of the world! Jeremy I respect you ! You’re a awesome man! You have done it all. Except beat us! You have not…. Nor you will beat us! Jeremy I am taking those belts. I will rip them out of your hands and watch ass your ass fall’s!

~{Chris stands up and a slight smirk comes across his face! The camera then flashes back downstairs to the locker room set up for Chris and Sean. The door swings open and Sean walks in he stops and look’s around. }~

Sean: Well Chris isn’t in here. But earlier I failed to mention my other match. The Storm Warning match for the Nation wait no it was the National title! I guess some people are just dumb as hell and cant talk English!….. Now Cyrus…. Or since you have come out to say your name is Scott Levi…. Or is it Cyrus? You need to make up your fucking mind which one it is!…. But you claim to be a hardcore icon! But your nothing but a bitch. You said that what you did to that boy in Texas was hardcore? Tell me this Cyrus,…what the fuck is a towel boy? Or you that fucking stupid? Do you really think there is a such a thing as a towel boy? I hope to god you are not as stupid as you look!… Then you run your mouth talking about you are a man how you challenged someone face to face! Bitch you are in my federation! I don’t have to challenge you! You should be humble enough to accept the fact that I beat the shit out of you!

~{Sean smirks as he turns from the locker room and walks out. He starts to walk down the hall. He looks at the camera as he walks.}~

Sean: Cyrus your such a joke you know it! You are dumb as hell you can just say Van X… Van X….Van X! Do you even know my name? Do you even know who I am? Cyrus you cant even listen to me when I speak. Your such a fucking moron! You claimed I have been in five high incident matches? When in the hell did I say that? You just start making shit up all the time. You’re a joke! You make no sense! Your think your going to beat me? Who in the hell do you think is going to take your belt? It’s me! I am going to take it. There’s nothing you can do to stop it! You even said that I started demanding a title shot at you? When did I demand a title shot? See you cant even speak proper English! I never said that. I went out and beat some silly bastard for a shot at that belt. I earned my shot! You should feel privileged to even be in the ring with me. When Made of Glass comes around I am going to show you what hardcore is all about. Cyrus I am going to make you my bitch!