-[ The scene opens up sometime in the early hours of Saturday morning. B-Pac has just arrived home from his night of partying and is unlocking his front door. He steps inside the house and checks his answering machine immediately. No messages, but the caller ID lists that he has missed a call from some town in Texas. B-Pac smiles and steps into the kitchen for a cold drink. He gets a Vanilla Coke from the fridge and walks into his living room. He flips on the television to G4 and begins watching a show dedicated to the game WoW Malice, the official video game for Worldwide Online Wrestling, available on XBox and PS2. He laughs as the hosts of the show are fighting each other using the characters of B-Pac and Jecht. Of course, B-Pac gets the win by 'Signing' Jecht's ass and getting the 1-2-3. He then flips the television off and leans back in his La-Z-Boy. ]- B-Pac: " Well, well, well... did I hit a nerve there you little son of a bitch? Just one question though... were you visiting the hospital for a WoW charity event or was that just your excuse for getting near and fondling little helpless children? I mean, I didn't get an invitation to go to the hospital... Adam Lax didn't... Triple X didn't... Sweet Cheapshots didn't... PKA didn't... Justin Payne didn't... NDE didn't... Ichabod didn't... but somehow you did... that is odd because even Prez Darren stated after being asked about this, and I quote, "I don't remember that". So, you can admit it now, Jecht... you're just a sick bastard that hides behind a mask because your afraid that people will begin to catch onto who you are and realize that it doesn't matter who you are because you're a nobody now. You need to realize this, Jecht: It doesn't matter how great you were before as whoever you were or are because as of now, your skills are far below par. Make a note of that somewhere in your sketchy memory. " " You know, I heard that you said my last promo was stupid and that it had nothing to do with you... and also that I was lacking creative things to say about you... but obviously I did something right because you sure did try your best to retalliate on my message. But from what I hear, it had heads turning and people snickering and enjoying a laugh at your expense. It doesn't feel good to have it reversed and used on you, does it? Though I'm betting that you will swear up and down that you won't play my game... but is the reason because I'm on a "lower level" and you won't sink to it or is it because you know that you can't hang with me when I'm on top of my game? I won't answer that question verbally because I already know the answer... I'll leave it up to you to think about and answer for yourself. Sure, I can take criticism on my promos... but you certainly can't take criticism on who you are and what you're about can you? Come on, Jecht, play my game. After all, isn't that exactly what we're doing? Playing a game? You can bet your bottom dollar that it's not... this is a way of life, the means by which I eat, the thing that puts a roof over my head. Question what I'm doing and say that I'm not playing right... then I question what you're doing and say that you have no place in this business. Get your old, played-out ass up and out of here... let some new talent grace our presence instead of having you fill our heads with all of your nonsense and flaming bulls##t. " -[ B-Pac calmly sips his Coke with the label out for advertising pops. He then grabs a remote control from the table next to him and presses a button. The fireplace comes on and the lights dim. A huge projection-style television then lowers from the ceiling. He presses the 'DVD' button on the remote as the room starts to rumble with the sound of high-quality surround sound. As the DVD begins playing, we see that it is an advanced copy of the King Karnage DVD that is due to be released in stores in late August. B-Pac skips to the chapter where he and Jecht face off but pauses it. He looks back into the camera as if bothered by it's presence. ]- B-Pac: " You know, I'm dreading Monday... not becuase I got that match with you... but I know that I won't hear the end of your bitching and moaning after I beat you again. I just know that you'll go and run to Prez Darren, you'll plea bargain with VP James, you'll ask for a pardon from the mayor of Boise, Idaho, you'll try to incite a revolt against me and everything that I stand for... but nothing will change the outcome. You're just jealous and worked up because I have friends and remain loyal to them and mark myself as ELITE 4 EVER. You see, being loyal to your friends and to your stable mates means putting their well-being over your own. It means making sacrafices and taking losses for their benefit. They have stuck their necks out for me plenty of times and helped me get my feet back on solid ground and I owe them for that. But you wouldn't know anything about loyalty would you, Jecht? You're just a lonely, confused little boy looking to make a name for yourself again and cause other people to suffer from severe boredom in the process. And while you'll be busy planning for the future and getting yourself set up and established, I'll be planning for the moment and how to better myself now AND later. It's what legends do, Jecht... but you claim to be a legend yourself, right? Then why doesn't anybody agree with what you say besides yourself? Simply because you're a liar. You're a backstabber. You have no potential left in your body at all. You're a has been. You're washed up. And the sad thing is that everyone knows this but you. " -[ B-Pac unpauses his DVD and sips his Coke once again. The camera turns to the action on the big screen and slowly fades... to... black. ]-

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