-[ The scene opens up as we see B-Pac sitting comfortably in front of his home theatre watching WoW 24/7. He has his feet proppd up on a table and is drinking on some Catain Morgan Gold, just enjoying his evening. The camera then zooms into the background to show the WCHW World Title belt hanging on a plaque on B-Pac's wall. B-Pac notices that the camera is eyeing the belt and looks to it as well. He smiles and looks back to the camera. ]- B-Pac: " You know, I hold something that noone in this place has held... the WCHW World Title. It may not mean much now that WCHW is defunct, but back in the day, it was pretty difficult to get your hands on. I showed up in WCHW and gave them a little taste of WoW... a little taste of greatness... a little taste of defeat. And in my first appearance, I leave with the World Title around my waist. How sweet is that? Pretty sweet, to tell you the truth. Looking at this title and remembering how much confidence Redeem placed on me from the beginning makes me realize how over-looked and passed-by I have been here in WoW. NOT ONCE have I had a World Title Shot and I've been here since December. Hell, the very moment I put in my application in WCHW, I was granted that World Title shot... and I followed through and showed everyone just how effective the Venom was and that I wouldn't let them down... but as soon as I came back to WoW, what happened? Tossed back down to the middle of the card and left hanging in the IC Title race. I'm actually glad that I finally got the chance to rid myself of the IC Title... it was more of a set back than an advancement or accomplishment. It held me down more than pushed me up... that's a shame. So, now that Darren has ripped it from my waist with his cold heart and millimeter testicles, he wants to unify it with the World Title. Yeah, that's the right thing to do, Mr. President, take away the hopes of your lower ranked talent... take away their dreams... make them positive that they'll never stack up to the likes of Ichabod, Triple X, Cheapshots, Dick, Smokey... make them lose their interest in this place... crumble them up and toss them out. Why don't you unify the European Title and the Brutality Title and call it the Soccer Hooligan Championship? " " You know, maybe I'm wrong for feeling this way... maybe I'm not as good as I think I am. Maybe I'm overrated. Maybe I'm too confident in my actions. Maybe I take things too far or take them to heart too often. But then again, maybe I really am the greatest in this fed. Maybe I'm actually underrated. Maybe I'm not confident enough in my actions. Maybe I don't take things far enough or don't take them to heart as often as I should. Whatever the truth may be, I'm not changing a thing. It's worked for me so far, and it'll continue to work for me in the future. And when it stops working, I'll change it to MY liking and I'll do it for noone other than myself. I mean, after all, I am the one that got me here, correct? Nobody paid my way or cut me any slack; nor should they have. And because of that, I am tougher than any of these cowards that ride around on favors from Darren and hide under his coat tail. I'm more of a true talent than those that do their catchy little moves and live off of fan acceptance. " -[ B-Pac happens to look up at the telelvision after hearing someone with a little girly voice keep swearing over and over. He laughs and shakes his head to see who is behind this femanine voice... it's Wafer. ]- B-Pac: " You know, this guy Wafer seems to have a few things twisted. I mean, he uses the same "I Am Awesome" catchphrase as someone else that passed through here recenlty. Hell, he even looks like the skinny, goofy bastard. I forget that other guy's name though... he wasn't really anything special. Just another waste of WoW money and television time. But enough about that other guy, I gotta get some words in to this Wafer character. I see that he's another one of those guys that gets to push Prez Darren around. I mean, it clearly states in the rules of the federation not to use excessive foul language... but what does this guy do? He makes his entire promo one long vulgar outburst of childish rage... And trust me, Prez Darren won't do a thing about it. Heaven forbid that he actually forces people to obey the rules! What a bunch of crap this place has become. I'm starting to feel ashamed that I am even a part of it. Wafter, watch your mouth... but if you don't, try not to act surprised when I slap it clean off of your ugly-ass face with one swift backhand motion... along with those beedy little eyes, that pointy Witch Hazel nose, and those huge dumbo ears of yours. You're not ELITE... you are whatever I say you are... or was that not you that said that? I could be wrong, you know..." " I have other things on my mind... like where is Cheapshots? And can I trust that Triple X doesn't have a plan up his sleeve to screw up everything that I've worked so hard for? X, it's not me that you have to worry about... I still hold true to my label: ELITE 4 EVER! It's you that you should be worried about. What is your commitment level exactly, X? You've gotten yourself into an odd situation, eh? But don't worry, X... if you're true to what you say, then I'll be more than happy to help you through the struggles that are to come. And about those threats... never threaten me again, do you understad? Because IF I do decide to ever turn my back on ELITE (which I won't), you won't have time to hunt me down or put me on any black list... because you'll already be taken care of. Let's keep things friendly though... we are, after all, a team. " -[ B-Pac smiles to the camera and throws up the ELITE hand sign as the scene fades... to... black. ]-

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