Johnny is at the XWF arena sitting in one of the seats where all the screaming and cheering fans will the sitting in just a few hours. He's watching the XWF crew put up the ring and the announcer tables. One of the worker putting the finishing touches on the ring walks up to the crowd barrier seperating the wrestling from the crowd and looks up at the nose bleed seats. He see's X-treme up in the nose bleeds smoking a cigarette.

XWF worker: ANYTHING THE RING NEEDS?!!!

He shouts up to Xtreme. Johnny gets up and goes into his back pocket pulling out a piece of paper. He folds it into a plane and throws it off the balcony. The paper plane does a few loops but makes it to the first row just a few feet away from the worker. The XWF worker picks up the paper and reads it

XWF worker: stapler....roll of barbed wire.....bag of thumbtacks and or glass....stop sign....lighter fluid and matches....pack of Pall Mall Menthol Black Cigarettes.......(shouts up) THAT ALL?

Johnny thinks and looks down.

Johnny: AND A SIX PACK!!!!

Johnny walks down the steps and into the halls where they sell food and XWF tshirts and walks up to some food stand and orders popcorn and a water. Just to kill some time before he's on.

???: Excuse me?

Johnny turns around chewing popcorn. Standing in front of him is a group of people. A few children and what seem to be college students.

Kid 1: Arnt you Johnny Xtreme?

Johnny:.....yeah?

Kid1: Can I have your autograph?

More people start crowding him asking for autographs and pictures. Johnny looks confused.

Johnny:.....yeah, I guess I can give a few autographs. Sorry, im still getting used to being asked for this stuff.

Johnny signs some autographs and takes a few pictures while random people ask him questions.

Person one: Ready for tonights match?

John: (looking down signing autograph) Im more then ready. Im 150% ready for my fight tonight.

Kid 2: Are you gunna make Brian Braxton bleed?

Johnny: Thats the plan. Well, Honestly I plan to do alot more.

Person 3: How are you gunna do it?! Steel Chair to the face? Barbed wire?! Tacks?!

Johnny: (Chuckling) a good magictian never reveals his tricks. You guys are just gunna have to wait until tonight to find out.

John signs one more autograph and apologizes to everyone as he has to go. The large group of fans start to chant and scream

Fans: FUCK UP BRAXTON (Clap) (Clap) (Clap) (Clap) (Clap) FUCK UP BRAXTON....

Johnny laughs and claps with the crowd until he gets on an elevator gaurded by security. As John rides the elevator by himself he cant help but chuckle and sing.

John: Fuck up Braxton duh duh duh duh duh Fuck up Braxton duh duh duh duh duh Fuck Up Braxton ahhhh Christ I like these fans.

John gets out of the elevator to a private office. Green Rugs, black leather furniture. Plants in every corner. Jason sits in the chair and lights up a smoke while waiting. He hears a fimiliar voice.

???: Yes, Yes so the check has been deposisted into my account? Ok, and what about the royalties I get from the DVD? Ok, good. Now tell Vince if he ever wants to use an ECW match in a dvd, or wants me to host a DVD. All he has to do is ask. Alright, Alright take care.

Paul Hayman comes into the office and puts his cellphone into his suit.

Paul: Hey Xtreme, what can I do for you?

John: First, I want to say thank you for booking me in my first singles Xtreme Rules match. I can promise the results will be up to ECW standards.

Paul: Thats what I like to hear.

Johnny: Yeah. But I was thinking. Ya see I flew my uncle Leo out to train me for the match. And while he was here he brought my old Wrestling VHS tapes. So I went to a pawn shop bought a VCR for 15 bucks and started watching all my childhood favorites. Like WCW starcade, Wrestlemania 15. I was taking notes in all these pay-per-views and I came across a matcg that had it all.....Blood....gore.......and a Hardcore level all fans will either love or be disturbed by.

Paul: ok and which match was that?

Johnny: a Taipei Death Match!!!

Paul Hayman smiles and claps his hands.

Paul: You really are an ECW fan arnt you? Not alot of people remember the TaiPei death match.

John: Are you kidding me? 2 or more men. Hands tapes up. Fist diped in glue and than glass.....and than they beat the living shit out of eachother!!

Johnny smashes his fist into his open hand.

Johnny: Which brings me to my next point. I understand ive only had 2 matches. My third later on today which will be my first singles match. But. I want a title shot.

Paul Hayman leans back in his chair and exhales hard.

Paul: Kid I dunno, you just got here.

Johnny: Look, I know what youre saying. And I dont mean now. I want to prove myself. After Braxton. I have Three match types I want to be in. One is the Taipei death match. Which id be glad to go one on one with any XWF superstar. But Id love a triple threat. Even a fatal four-way. The next....is the match made famous by Sabu and the Sandman. A barbed wire match. All ropes are replaced with barbed wire. Weapons wrapped in barbed wire. Id love for a single or triple threat or fatal fourway in that. And lastly....why break the bank buying weapons for the ring...when the fans can bring them. In the long awaited, Fans Bring Weapons match. A boost for ratings and the top 3 hardcore matches. If I prove that im hardcore enough in these matches maybe throw a title shot my way. I dont care which title it is....but the Xtreme tile would ROCK.

Paul looks like he's in deep thought for a while.

Paul: Who would I pin up against you? Huh?

Johnny: How about that Lord Malichi kid, he's askin for a fight.

Paul: Listen Kid Ill think about it. Right now show me what you can do in the ring with Braxton. I want to see some moves that just scream ECW! Got it?

Johnny gets up and smiles.

Johnny: Yeah I got it.

Johnny marches out of the managers room, blood pumping through body, getting pumped up as adreniline kicks in. He gets out of the elevator and walks back to his locker room chanting

Johnny:Fuck him up...Fuck him up...Fuck him up...

End