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“STOP!”We hold on a black screen for only a moment before the 2point0 Productions logo appears. “The following piece has been paid for by 2point0 Productions Owner and Chairman of the Board known as The Rocket. The views expressed in this piece are solely those of the individual and not the company in which he represents.” The 2point0 Productions logo begins flashing and as it fades a quick flash of the green and ICWA logo appears before the screen once again shows black.

“So at this point, I think I almost have to go ahead and warn you that this piece isn't going to have anything to do with me…” He shakes and head and throws up some air quotation marks. “Whining.” He says with a smile before rolling his eyes and continuing. “It’s more stating a point and a motive.” He nods his head and continues. “Last week, I did a promo calling out Scotland McCreedy for the ridiculous abuse of power on his part against my wife the previous week.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Come to find out this week that the boy wonder has gone on a little vacation.” He smiles and waves at the camera. “Hey Scotland! Hope you fun on the well-deserved…” Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. “Vacation! Because when you get back you and I are gonna sit down and have a little talk about how you speak to a women such as my wife.” He smiles and nods his head.

“But,that isn't what this is about either.” He shakes his head. “No, this is about correcting the two morons that sit at the announce position on Demented.” He nods his head and begins pacing around. “See, in the very same promo in which I called out one Scotland McCreedy I also informed both him and the ICWA… Uh… What are we calling it? It’s not Universe because that’s the other place.” He stops and thinks about it for a moment. “The ICWA fans that I was one upping Scottie Mac by accepting that I will be defending, and retaining, my National Heavyweight Championship against Antonio Johnson and then coming out and being the FIRST guy to throw his name in the hat for this Slam Jam Jumble Rumble thing that he’s come up with.” He stops pacing and turns back to the camera with his arms folded across his chest. “See, eleven years ago I decided that I wanted to become a professional wrestler.” He nods his head.

“Prior to that, I watched Wrestling in high school and college and a little bit as a kid.” He taps the side of his head. “Thinking back, there really wasn't much else I ever really wanted to do.” He smiles at the camera. “Both my brother and I decided that we wanted to give a go and we walked in and told our mom what it is we wanted to do with our lives and I’ll admit, she wasn't the happiest person in the world but damn it if you told mama something and you were to her with a well thought out plan of how you were going to get there… Nine times out of then she’d be right there behind you cheering.” He takes a second thinking back. “There we were in a little suburb of Houston Texas that was transforming from being small town to big city. We walked in the front door and sat mama down at the kitchen table and we told her what we wanted to do and she told us that she would support us one hundred percent because that’s the kinda gal mama was.” He nods his head up and down still smiling.

“So there we were, one of the weekly programs would come on and there they’d be…the Superstars of Professional Wrestling and what is the one thing they had that everyone wanted?” He smiles and nods his head. “If you said the World Heavyweight Championship then you are one hundred percent correct!” He looks away from the camera for a moment and smiles. “I wanted that thing from the moment I laid eyes on it because I knew what it meant. It meant that you were somebody and if you were lucky enough to hold it that also meant your company trusted you.” He throws up both hands motioning to stop. “Whoa! That right there is where the problem lies.” He smiles and put his arms down. “For the better part of two years now, I have been part of something known as the Anti-ICWA Movement and that right there is why the company won’t trust me… but let’s get back to the story.” He smiles and nods his head before continuing.

“That Championship is the one thing I have had my eye on since day one.” He smiles and looks up at the ceiling. “I lay in bed at night and look at ceiling and see my name in big old bright lights!” He laughs for a second. “I saw myself main eventing a HUGE show and I didn't care what show it was but that’s where I saw myself and I did it! I have been to the promise land twelve times in my career but the one thing about those belts and the ICWA World Heavyweight Championship… Those belts mean nothing and the ICWA World Heavyweight Championship means literally EVERYTHING.” He looks back to the camera. “From the moment I step foot in this company for the very first time with the likes of Drew Stevenson, Tommy Bennett, Scott Addams and so many others I have wanted nothing more than to be THE Guy.” He looks down at the ground and smiles.“Right now I am the National Heavyweight Champion and that’s great! Really it is...But you see, that Championship it’s not the World Heavyweight Championship.” He looks up shaking his head.

“It’s close but it’s just not THAT Championship and I have been close, so close for the longest time now that I need for something to click.” He smiles still looking at the camera. “I need for something to MY way and I figure that by going to the Slam Jam Jumble Rumble and defending and retaining MY Championship and THEN competing in the Rumble and winning it…” He shakes his head with wide eyed amazement. “And then going onto Thunderstruck and competing for the World Heavyweight Championship and winning it on such a stage…” He blinks and looks back down and smiles into the camera. “That is the Ultimate move that would not only piss off the front office but the fans in general… Not to mention the locker room.” He begins laughing for a moment. “Think about it, the same guy that has been spewing the message of the Anti-ICWA Movement finally makes it and sticks it to EVERYONE!” He continues laughing for a couple of minutes.

“Boy that would make my entire year!” He takes a deep breath. “But not only that!Check it out, you have the biggest event and in the two World Championship matches of the night you have a wife that has been shafted for the last two years and a husband that FINALLY takes his place in the main event of the biggest show this company has… And then BOTH of them WIN World Championships!” He puts both hands on his face almost Home Alone style and he smiles. “Oh man! It would be the equivalent of kicking both Scotland and Victor McCreedy right in the sack and then laughing and pointing at their blunder.” He thinks about it for a moment. “It would be like that moment from Man of Steel when Superman snaps General Zod’s neck leaving you asking yourself just what have you witnessed?”He shakes his head. “It’s that scene from the Dark Knight, you know the one with the HUGE chase which ultimately reveals the Gordan really wasn't dead.” He smiles and looks directly into the camera. “It’s that one moment in time where I look the fans and the rest of the Ultra stars straight in their faces and shoot them the bird.”He says with a smile before backing up and away from the camera.

“I said all that to say this…” He looks around and takes a deep breath. “I was the first guy to step up and play your little game so you need to make this right. I agree to defend the National Heavyweight Championship at the Rumble and because I have agreed to that you need to make my entry into the Rumble official and I want it done on LIVE television for the entire world to see.” He smiles and points at the camera. “I want Scotland McCreedy, that’s you buster brown, in the center of the ring on the next LIVE episode of Demented, not in a match, I wouldn't want to embarrass you but I do want you to grant me my chance to compete for a shot at the World Title at Thunderstruck and the only way that happens is to let me into the Rumble.” He nods his head up and down. “I don’task for a lot but I will push this issue because I am complying with you putting me against Antonio Johnson, I got nothing against the guy and look forward to putting on the match of the year with the guy but I am looking forward to the Rumble so much more.” He smiles still nodding his head.

“Who wouldn't be? It’s the prize is a chance to main event Thunderstruck with the World Heavyweight Championship on the line.” He points at the camera. “If you aren’t in this business for that shot then you shouldn't have ever laced up a pair of boots.” He shakes his head and smiles. “I don’t give a damn who is in that match. At the Slam Jam Jumble Rumble if you are in the ring whenever I arrive, you are going to be a victim.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Some would say I am over confident in my abilities but damn it I have been through quite a few battle royals in my career and for whatever reason, I usually come out on the winning end of them.” He nods his head and continues. “BUT in order for me to be one of the thirty guys in the match I NEED for McCreedy to make it official. I really don’t think that’s asking too much of one of the guys with all the power around this place.” He grimaces. “Power, the one thing neither McCreedy should be wielding but decide to whip it out when they feel challenged.” He sighs and shakes his head. “Not the point. Make it happen Scottie Mac or I will bug you until the end of time.” He smiles and looks down at his watch.

“Clocks ticking and I ain't getting any younger. See ya around Mac.”

 As he finishes he walks forward and out of frame as we fade out.

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