The scene opens on Cross, chest and face. We can tell he's wearing a white wifebeater, the dark ink of his tattoos almost bleeding through. Hair tied back, look on his face of...pleasure.

Cross: Make sure that camera stays up.

He looks down.

Cross: Keep going, it's only awkward if you let it be.

He looks back up at the camera.

Cross: So last week what did you all see? You saw me come out and normally what would've been weeks of intense build up, unlike the intense build up. *he points down* going on down there. I just flat out said what I want. RAGE to come back. That's W2K. That's how I remember it. DAMN!

He looks down with a clenched jaw.

Cross: I know it's big but try to use less teeth...Damn.

Cross shakes it off and regains his focus looking into the camera.

Cross: I got Apollo this week. Well Apollo you should've stayed down there with Trey Waters cause as big and as hairy as you are, you ain't shit for someone tougher meaner and stronger than you, bitch made mothafucka. All you are is a fuckin' road block set in place by the guy running like a scared little bitch from the only guy in this place capable of complete and utter domination. Ace fuckin' Hart. Ace, I'm just gonna throw it out there. You're a bitch. You're scared of me and what you know I can and will do to you, you're a bitch. You're a bitch, you're a bitch...You're a little bitch. Who hasn't had your number lately? It's just a matter of time before one of those guys you've been side stepping your whole life gets you in the ring and guess what? You drew the worst card of em all, Ace. You got me one on one at Palooza. And until then? Until then you get to watch me do what I do best. Did I mention you're a bitch? Cause you're a bitch. See I can say that and people laugh at you. If you tried saying that about me? People still gonna laugh at you. You got lucky with Ryan Cain. If he was here like he was here a couple years ago there'd be nothing left of you but a grease stain and a pair of cheap sunglasses. I remember a time when being W2K champion meant you were the best period. Nobody else could or should touch you. No where else could or should touch you. When I had that strap who stepped up to all incomings? I did. You're damn right I did. PWT try to come at us? Me and Jake would break them pussies in half like you snapping into that fiber bar your old ass needs to take a shit in the morning. FWA? They didn't want no part of us. Even when it was friendly, they couldn't compare. I sent them fuckwads packing with their tails tucked just like you.

Cross looks like a tingle shoots down his spine with a smile on his face hre looks down, then back up and continues talking.

Cross: Why am I saying all this? You're probably hoping I don't bring it to light but you know what? I just can't help it, because I always said. If it makes Ace look bad...DO IT! You think I didn't hear Drew talking? We all did, just like you did, and you couldn't even shut him down. You big ol pussy! Ace, I thought you were better than that. See this is why I need to take the reigns back and bitch slap any punk bitch left standing. Like you, like Apollo, like Nevyrmorr, like Winterborn, like Hartman, like AJ Caine, like Serenity, ANYBODY! You think I'm cutting these chumps slack cause they decided to pick team W2K so they wouldn't have to go against me? Fuuuuuuccckkkk that shit! There is no team W2K! I AM THE GOD DAMN TEAM! You see Trey Waters out here anymore? With his little mentor Ryan Cain gone he's all but a distant memory too. Winterborn? What the fuck did he ever do? He's lucky I even know his god damn name. That punk reminds me of one of those kids you'll find online bitching and complaining about why nobody but him thinks he's good so instead of bringing his supposed beef with you to you he'll just block you on messenger and hope it goes away. PLEASE DON'T LET CROSS KILL ME! PLEASE DON'T LET CROSS KILL ME!

Cross looks down again gritting his teeth with a grin.

Cross: I LOVE THIS SHIT!

He looks back with an intense stare into the camera, almost grinding his teeth, just looks like he wants to rip your soul out of your throat. One of them looks!

Cross: TOO FUCKING LATE! When ol Willy decided to unleash me with no anchors and one hundred percent go at a motherfucker. He unleashed the worst thing you could ever imagine. Because Cross without a filter to do and say whatever the hell I want? That's dangerous. That's dangerous, let me say that one more time. THAT'S DANGEROUS. Because? Because I can actually back up what I say. In and out of the ring. I make what I want to happen, happen. I've got the stroke.

He makes a jack off motion.

Cross: To do whatever the fuck I want. If I wanted to set the jumbo tron on fire? I'll do it. If I want to rip Scott Addams in half by verbal torpedo? I will, in fact I did. If I want to go up to Drew Stevenson backstage at am IRX show while visiting my brother Bryce and smash his head into the grill of my truck? I will. That reminds me, I need to polish my grill later, it's got some clowns face juice all over it. Speaking of Bryce, he's another one on the recent punk out our champion list. Man, when guys like Cross or Mitchell or NED had that title you sure as shit wouldn't see them getting punked out from across the country. Sad, Ace. So sad. PLUS! You got Dante running around here proudly showing off your number, you know...since he's got it and all. And you're doing what about it? Cheap shot with a sledge before you run away crying cause that big guys after you and this time there's nobody around to stop what's coming? You better shit money and gold Ace cause at this point the only thing that's gonna save your ass is a multi million dollar bribe, and then I might just take it and kick your teeth in anyways. That's how much I wanna see you bleed. I don't shit money, I shit hatred and anger. I shit Mike Tyson's AK 47's firing off a mile a minute with nothing but straight unfiltered murder. You shit fairy dust and rainbows. Your guns a bright yellow water pistol. Mine flies off the holster and kills anything I look at. Don't believe me? Watch...

Cross stops, almost jerks back with his eyes closed like he froze in mid word.

Cross: Oh God...

Cross reaches down and we see some dark hair down by his waist line flipping over as Avyn is pushed aside. See I bet you thought he was going to allude to having a BJ this whole time then change it up at the end like Van Wilder, nope. He's been getting head the whole time. SCORE!

Cross: OOOHHHHHH!!

A little MSN butterfly censor covered his, you know. Baby's arm holding an apple. Then a smaller butterfly tried zooming through the air to cover the uh....apple juice. SPLAT! Cross has an oops look on his face, but then shrugs cause well....who cares. The camera turns and we see Serenity and Winterborn, who were minding their own business walking down the hall, frozen in their tracks. Cross reaches down and pulls up his pants. Phoenix looks down and sees Serenity's hair stuck to his black shirt, that now has a very noticeable white stain on the chest from where it, uh, landed.

Cross: Heh, boycott that.

The camera refocuses on Cross and they leave I guess, nobody really cares anyways.

Cross: How fucking perfect was that?!

The camera pans back, Cross has been standing in the doorway of someone's office this whole time getting a blowjob basically on camera by Avyn. She's standing up and stepping off to the side. Mr. Anderson walks up and sees the two, cautious of Cross because, well, he's basically been hired to kill this man. Cross steps to the side and waves Anderson in to what we now know is his office.

Cross: Oh don't mind me, just shooting the breeze...

Shooting something alright. Cross allows Anderson into his office and the door shuts behind him, then promptly locks.

Cross: Well, now I have to go collect some cash. Terri and Rorie posted a flier backstage saying fifty bucks to whoever made Serenity go home early, no way she sticks around after that...Awesome. I got my dick sucked and I got paid. Fuckin' A.

Avyn: I'm pretty sure some of that got into Phoenix's mouth too.

Cross: We can only hope, honey...We can only hope.

JW3 has to be regretting his decision to unleash Cross on W2K now. He said it himself, he is the team, and now everybody in his way is FUCKED. The only way to fix it is to tear the whole motherfucker down to the ground. Fade to black.