Can You Hear Me Now? Good.

Tuesday Night Extreme
Feb. 25, 2003

Xw World Champion, 'Impulse' Brian James stands outside his locker room on his cell phone.

You may ask, why is he on his cell phone?

You may ask, why is this call taken outside his locker room?

You may ask, why is this call is so important?

Well it's about Ninja Turtles, Dingbats.

IBJ: Now I am going to explain this to you one more time. Raphael wears red cause he is the moody one. The moody one. Got it? Now he has sais, which are basically those forks for carving turkeys. Donatello is the smart guy, and wears purple, which is beyond me. He fights with a huge wooded stick. Leonardo has no personality and therefore is the leader. He wears pansy blue and fights with swords. The coolest is Michaelangelo, who wears orange and likes pizza. He fights with nunchucks, which makes him even more hardcore. Got it? Bye.

After that mindnumbing conversation, James closes his cell phone and quickly slings the Xw World Championship over his shoulder. He mummbled a few words of his arguement over his cellular phone, and slowly opened the door to his locker room. IBJ was in no mood to deal with things, but it looked like he would have to. Suddenly he walked into his locker room and what he saw, shocked him and sent rage throughout his body. The fans immediately blasted with cheers as none other than Trey Vincent, one half of Team EGO, was on IBJ's bench and looking through IBJ's locker room.

"Kool Aid...Kool Aid...god damn, where does this fairy keep the beer?" commented Trey Vincent, unbeknowgst to Brian James, who had just walked back in. Brian James threw down his title as his mouth went wide with shock. Trey Vincent continued to throw packets and pitchers of Kool Aid over his shoulder, allowing the red substance to explode onto the ground. Brian James went red with anger and yelled out, "WHAT THE HELL?!!"

Trey Vincent cocked a single eyebrow up as he slowly turned around and caught glimpse of the current Xw World Champion. Trey Vincent slowly got up and approached the Champion with a grin upon his face, "Now, I know what this looks like, but it's not what you think. I did NOT put any of that kool aid in there bro, in fact, I was just extracting some of it to accomidate our needs of free alcohol," Trey said with a wide smile as he patted the champ on the shoulder.

Brian James quickly swatted the hand away and looked to talk until he heard...

"He's a super freak, super freak...he's super freakyyyy now...dun dun dun dun dun," a familiar voice coming from his shower stall. Brian James stomped toward the shower and quickly pulled the drape open, the camera quickly moved behind James and standing there in his birthday suit was Sean Studd. Studd's back was turned to James, as the female fans went wild with cheers upon the site of Studd's bare ass. Studd looked over his shoulder and rinsed his golden locks with the hot water as he grabbed a towel that had "IBJ" upon it and wrapped it around his waist, "Hey man, do you mind? SOME people are trying to have a little privacy, and having a fairy peeping on them isn't going to help"

Brian James was completely speechless, anger continuing to build up. Than he heard a *CRASH*, and as he turned around...his largest pitcher of Kool Aid had been destroyed into a million pieces of glass and red liquid. Trey Vincent just destroyed his greatest pitcher, as Trey continued to look through the fridge. James was just about to say something, until Studd grabbed him by the shoulder and looked over at Trey, "Hey Trey, find anything good?"

"Nothing, nothing but Kool Aid...what the hell is wrong with this promotion? Can't they provide their WORLD champion with a bit of alcohol...I mean c'mon. Sure, he's an overrated pile of human execrement, but still...he represents this indy promotion as it's champion," Trey stated, knowing full well that James was just a few feet away. Studd slowly approached James face to face and asked a very good question.

"Hey James, tell me something...your the World Champion, right?" James said absolutely nothing and just stared at the remnants of his Kool Aid pitcher sadistically. Studd shrugged and looked down at the Xw World Championship that laid on the floor. Studd reached up and picked it up and slung it over his own shoulder, "Well, considering this is on your floor...I'll assume that you are. Hell, if I was champion of this indy-promotion, I'd throw the belt down and attempt to break it myself," Studd said with a smile as he pointed to the Xw Title, "But in all honesty James, you're the champion...so, where are the ladies? I mean, c'mon James, everyone knows that a champion is surrounded by beautiful women and large quantities of beer!"

The fans looked on and began to chuckle as James just remained completely still, staring at his broken Kool Aid pitcher, the one with the smiley face on it. Trey finally gave up and threw his hands in the air, "Trey Vincent gives up, I searched this damn fridge through and through and I can't find one can, one liter, one ounce of alcoholic beverages. I'm beginning to think that this place is a damn fairy fest. I mean, how unentertaining; a champion SHOULD be drunk when wrestling, makes the bumps fell less painful. C'mon James, where's the alcohol?"

"And where's the babes?" asked Studd again, interupted his partner, "Or is this place a bigger sausage factory since the Asylum? Don't tell me your pulling a Villam Ender on us and banging men in the ass, because if you are...I'll beat you worse than the Jacksons beat down Michael"

"RUAH~!" James snapped. He quickly snatched the title from Studd and put it over his own shoulder, "Get out! GET OUT! GET OUT~!!!!!"

Studd and Vincent both looked perplexed at one another and than back at James.

"Fine, be like that, only a fairy drinks Kool Aid anyway, kid," Trey added before exiting the locker room, "Let's go Sean, I can feel the entertainment value slowly dripping from my body just standing next to this indy wrestler with absolutely no conception of sports entertainment"

Studd just looked over at James and snickered as he reared back and spat upon his locker room floor, "What a waste of human flesh. Maybe if you gain alittle better of an attitude, and stop ATTEMPTING to be a real main eventer...and finally realize the kind of jobber you truely are...than maybe, just maybe, we'll give you another chance Impulse...just maybe"

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