You knew it was coming... (Dubaine)

[William James]

The guitars ring out across the arena, blaring 'I Stand Alone'...
as the AWF World Champion, William James, walks into the arena... onto the stage.
He looks down at the World title, across his shoulder, and gives a grin to the crowd.
He continues to the ring... and climbs in, getting a mic from the ring crew.
He stands center ring, and begins to speak...
"It's been a good long while since I've been out here...
and it seems like things have changed quite a bit!"

WJ 'pats' the title over his shoulder, and continues...
"What I've set out to do... has FINALLY come to pass...
I stand here the AWF World Champion!"

WJ pauses to collect his thoughts... then, continues again...
"NOW I know a I made a vow to Osiris...
when I became AWF World Champion...
he would be the FIRST man I faced...
declaring myself the 'real' AWF World Champion...

But, that has changed...
all by the 'simple man' known as Brandon Dubaine!"

WJ pauses again, as the thoughts angered him to no end...
"Dubaine, you sorry bastard!
You think a victory over me is really something...
well, it IS, son... congratulations!

But, your 'little show' after the match...
placing your 'paycheck' on my eyes as I was 'laid out'...
THAT was over drawing the line, punk!

THAT kind of garbage... I will NOT stand for...
you wanted my attention, son...
well... you sure as hell got it!

You see, William James will take his loses... yes, I will...
but, when you make a 'mockery' of what I stand for...
son, you open a can of something you DON'T want any part of!"

WJ anger is clear on his face, as he continues...
"So, this sh*t isn't gonna wait until the PPV...
hell NO, son...
THIS sh*t is gonna go down at this week's Collision...

you and me... one on one AGAIN!
Title WILL be on the line!

I f*cking DARE you...
to bring your 'paycheck' down again...

I'll see to it... those quarters...
get lost so far in your ass...
you'll be sh*tting nickles by the time I'm done!"

WJ tosses the mic down, as he is about to exit the ring...
however, music rings out... stopping his progress...

[KraZ]

The music is not of Brandon, it is that of Trip. Bagz plays as the man named Trip makes his way out.
Yes, I know I'm not the person you were wanting to see, dude. The things you said got to me so I had to come out. See, you finnally got the AWF Worls Championship. Then Brandon punks your ass. You also said something about beating you is something. Well, dude, I beat you on the very night you won that title. Hell, think I am up on you in the time we've faced. I even have, HAD some respect for you. But don't think this is me asking or demaning a title shot. Because it ain't. I am merely out here to let you know I'll be at ringside for your title match with Brandon. That is all.

once done he simply drops the mic.

[Spazz]

As soon as Trip finishes, Saliva's "Your Disease" plays through the arena. Brandon walks out from behind the curtain, but instead of his wrestling gear he's in some dress pants and a sports jacket over a dress shirt. Brandon looks at Trip as he walks out but doesn't say anything, obviously thinking Trip is too far below him to talk to. So he simply makes his way to the ring and steps inside, receiving a microphone from a ring hand.

"Seems I struck a nerve. You say I insulted for what you stood for. Tell me sir, what does William James stand for? Besides coloring your hair a ridiculous color and drinking a cheap dollar fifty beer on the entrance ramp?"

[William James]

WJ laughs, then once again turns 'serious'...
"Struck a nerve?
No... not hardly, punk.

I'm tired of you no talent punks...
disrespecting what this title stands for!

If it's not a drug addict holding it, like the last guy that was out here...
or some 'group' of wasted trash stealing what they didn't earn...
and then here you are, getting a win over me...
and yes, I'll admit that... what's done was done...
but, again... your little 'show' afterwards... total disrespect!"

WJ steps into the face of Dubaine...
"I not only deserve respect, son...
I DEMAND it!

THAT'S what I stand for, punk!

Little sh*t-stains like you...
thinking you are better than me...
with one meaningless victory?

Bunch of damn garbage, punk...
that's why this company is WHERE it is, right now...
all after one win...
you damn punks think you are Championship material.

But, plain and simple... I'm here to fix that!

Taking out one sorry piece of trash at a time!
and it seems like THAT'S gonna start with you!"

WJ gets nose to nose with Dubaine...
"You don't have a problem with that now... do ya, punk?"

[Spazz]

Brandon doesn't back down on bit as he returns William James' glare.

"My problem, William James, is wrestlers like you riding a wave of hype as they enter this company. People like you need to learn your place. I don't know what back alley company you crawled out of, but in AWF, all new guys start at the back of the line. The ONLY reason you have that title right now is because that whale I call a father believed your hype."

The fans are glued to their seats as they can almost see the lightning jumping back and forth between the two wrestlers.

"Soon as I saw your first match in AWF, I knew you were nothing but hot air. And I laughed as I saw you fail over...and over...and over as people believed you didn't measure up in the least to your hype. My father...HANDED YOU...the title.

"But no matter what way you won it...you are still the champion, and therefor are privileged to a certain level of respect that only the World Champion receives, even if you don't deserve it. With that in mind, I'm going to be the bigger man and wish you...good luck...in our match."

[William James]

WJ takes a step back, and laughs...
"HA! Luck, you say?
Luck is for LOSERS, punk!"

WJ shakes his head...
"It's gonna take more than that,
if you think you are gonna take this title from me!

After all the hell it took to finally get it...
the AWF World title is staying right here with me!

Try as you might...
there ain't a damn thing you can do about it!"

WJ tosses the mic down, and exits the ring, walking towards the stage.

{open for a last word and/or fade}