The Scenes open outside of the Alamo, tourists walk by with the bottle of water, and other items. The Sun beams down from the sky and makes being in San Antonio horrible. Kids run out of the Alamo with a couple of Teachers and other chaperones watching them. Nearby a black limousine, stops in front of the battle grounds of Texas History. The Windows reflect the image due to there tinting. The window begins to roll down, and the face of Rage is seen. He’s wearing a pair of thick glasses, his hair pulled back, no face paint, blue jeans and a black t-shirt with a giant X on the front. The door opens and Rage steps out; he says something to the driver as he is doing it, notifying him to wait the Driver nods and Rage smiles as he walks out of the automobile into the sun light. Rage stands in front of the main building and just stares at it. The Texas Flag waves in the air, as one of the kids approaches Rage. He’s about 12 or 13 and knows who Rage is.

Kid- Hey… Rage….

Rage directs his attention to the boy, and looks down at him.

Rage- Yea? What do you want?

Kid- So you really are that loser Rage!

Rage begins to smile ear to ear, he crouches down to the boy and looks at him.

Rage- Son… You’ve got a lot of nerve to say that to a man of my stature. Do you honestly know what I am capable of doing to you….

Kid- I aint afraid of you! I bet you can’t even really fight!

Rage’s smile fades away and his eyes shake with anger, the kid begins to back off. Rage stands up and stalks the young man.

Rage- Where do you think your going?

Kid- I’m…. I’m…. Just going to….

Rage- HIDE BEHIND YOUR MOMMY!?!

The Kid takes off, and Rage goes back to looking at the Alamo. He begins to walk towards the building and puts his hand on the reinforced Adobe. Rage is tapped on the shoulder and he begins to speak.

Rage- Kid… Leave before I hurt you.

Rage turns around and the kid is behind him, but not alone. A 6’7” bald angry guy looks down at Rage. Rage smirks a bit, and looks up at the bald guy.

The Father- My Son, Tell me you yelled at him… Is this true?!

Rage- Yes it is...

The Father- Well Son, you’re going to see Daddy kick this feller’s ass!

Rage- Ha-ha…. Very Funny…. But Sir, do you know who I am?

The Father- That Guy who talks shit, but can’t back it up, The Off Spring of Idiocy, Rage.

Rage- I think there must be something wrong with your whole families’ gene pool! I mean, No matter how many times I say I am the off spring of Xtremity, The Applicator of Atrocity, The Badass of Bane, The King of Kaos, the Sultan of sadistic-ness, you all just say, He’s all talk! Oh, and Baldie, I talk words not shit, and Damnit I can back up ever word that I say!

The Father- Then Bring it to the table!

Rage- Sir, this is neither the time nor place to…

The Bald Father whacks Rage in the face with a huge punch. Rage falls to the ground; The Father turns around and gives a wink to his son. But what he doesn’t notice is that Rage is up, the man turns around to be kicked in the gut, and DDT’ed to the ground. The Man holds his head, as Rage gets up and kicks the man in his knee. By this time, a small crowd begins to circle the two. Rage grabs the man’s legs, and drives his knee right in the groin area of the father. The man moans in pain, as Rage begins to lock the sharpshooter on the guy. He screams in pain as the crowd begins to grow louder and louder. Rage yells something about being the best. In the distance the sirens of the police cars are heard, Rage drops the man’s legs, and dashes toward the limo. He jumps into the open door, and slams the door shut; the limo drives off, leaving the man aching. The camera get back in the limo, a camera man is sitting next to Rage; he is panting, and laughing at the same time.

Rage- Oh God… The Guy never saw that coming! I mean… ha-ha…. Losing is bad enough, but trying to defend your son’s honor… Ha-Ha….. But seriously, I am So Psyched for my Rumble Debut, I got my creative juices following, all these Xtreme ideas are just going insane in my head! I can’t sleep!

Rage smiles and looks at the camera, his face becomes more serious.

Rage- But… There are a select few, who…. Think they are better than Moi! Take for example the 14 Time World Champion Adrian Slayer. For some reason, He thinks he’s Xtreme, hell, he spells it with an ‘e’, that is so not Xtreme. I bet one day he just woke up and said, I think I’ll call myself Extreme even though nothing I do is off the wall, high flying, Intense, or anything remotely entertaining, I scouted some of his matches. Let me just say, BORING! Oh look there’s a deep arm drag, and another one. Oh Look his opponent is in an Arm Lock… Oh No… And look there’s Adrian with his Finisher, A Double Arm DDT…. FROM A SECOND ROPE! Adrian, how on earth can you be a 14 Time World Champion? And how the hell can you say, and I quote, “have a great future in the ring – they’re just not there yet.”? Adrian Do you know who I am…. I know, this phrase is getting old, but the question never gets old. Do you know who I am Adrian? I am the future, yes, but I am the next IC Champion here! Not you, not Mack Weaver, NO ONE is getting this title, but me!

Rage smirks, and looks toward the busy street.

Rage- I can’t stress enough how I am going to win. But what cracks me up are tools like Kumba, and The Ever So Talented Mr. Jess. After seeing Kumba’s 30 Second Promo on how “noone” will mess with him, and if you get in his way there will be hell to pay or something to that effect. I could not stop laughing… I am shaking in my boots, I nearly wet myself, I mean, this guy… Has So Much Talent! I don’t want to mess with him! PLEASE…. And then you’ve got Mr. I once had a killer band but that went down the drain, and now I am a badass wrestler. How in the hell am I supposed to be afraid of someone who is an Ex-80’s hair band? HOW?! Don’t even answer that Jess, I’ll get some insult about how I wear white face paint, and I look like a wanta-be-goth. Either that or he’s going to be interviewed in his Rock N’ Roll Mansion, or pay some Radio Station to interview him! Stop the Pain Man, Stop the pain!

Rage stares at the camera for the last time.

Rage- Just keep this in mind, Viewers, Wrestlers, IEW Promoters… After this PPV, There will be a winner of a Rumble, and the new IC Champion, and Damnit, that will be ME!