Name: "Main Event" Chris Davis Opponent: Master, Showtime Fed Record: 1-0-0 Career Record: 20-3-4 PPV Record: 1-1-0 UWF Titles Held: TV Titlex2, North American Title. Past Titles Held: ASW Stable, UWF TVx2, UWF North American, XWA Crusierweight Current Title: NONE People Mentioned: Master, Showtime

[[Chris is seen walking down a dead quiet street by himself. Its really dark and cold but it doesn't seem to bother him, considering he has black sunglasses and baggy jeans on. He has no shirt on and is flexing every muscle in his body as he walks down the street to ward off any attackers. Smiling like a cocky "mother-fucker", Chris continues to strut with a swagger in his step. Two men walk past him and shoulder him. Chris tops dead in his tracks and turns around to see the other two walking away at a quick pace laughing and snickering. Chris shakes it off and noticing the camera, sits down on a bench.]] "Main Event" Chris Davis: What a day! I mean three phone numbers and I boned the fuck out of that chick. For real. I mean think about it. I went to that theme park lookin' like a third wheel and got myself...3...4...10 phone numbers from these chicks. But I once again must say...Who needs em? I mean those girls are just cheap sluts to me. I don't need them, I don't want them. Truthfully I actually didn't touch that Hispanic chick. I mean c'mon, I am not one to be racist but Mexicans piss me off and that chick had a mustache. So instead of screwin' that chick I went off and beat the hell out of her boyfriend and then told her to hit the road. I mean that chick wasn't worth it! Some people make no sense at all. I mean christ for one reason or another that girl actually believed that she was good enough for me? Bitch please! RIght now, there is no girl who is good enough for the Main Event. I mean I extended my hand to Eevee and that was my last mistake I WILL EVER Make. I mean what was I thinking? SICK! But you know what? That's alright because I don't need her. Truthfully I don't need anyone in life. I'm Chris Davis for crying out loud! [[Chris turns the corner onto a really busy street. Its a buz with tons of people walking around and having a great time. Chris looks around for anyone he knows, not seeing anyone he walks down the street some more talking.]] "Main Event" Chris Davis: Now I know you guys didn't follow me from Red Lobster to hear me talk about my love life. So I am going to stop with that and talk a bit of two men who have seemed to team up against me. Master and Showtime. Two morons who underestimate me to say the least. I mean do you guys actually think that I don't know what's going on? I know that the two of you are planning something. Because when it comes down to it, EVERYONE IS! In a mere 3 days I have once again TAKEN the spotlight. I pissed off EVERY member of the UWF, Hell me and Diaz actually got Complicated so angry that he took himself OUT of the hall of fame and he booked himself a great spot in the HALL OF SHAME. Him and his friends are all the same. Turn your back on something when it looks bad. But now look at the UWF. Look at MY UWF. The UWF That I run, the UWF that I own! My home... The UWF in mere 3 days has sky rocketed HIGH UP in the ratings. In a mere Three DAYS the UWF has come back to the TOP of the wrestling world. And Master, you actually think that you can ruin this for me? ShowTime do you believe it too? Do you two think that you imbred hicks can compare with CHRIS DAVIS? My god. Maybe you should have been paying attention. You see if you guys were doing your homework on me, which of course you weren't. You would have seen the win/loss record and then you would have realized that I DON'T LOSE! Especially when the stakes are THIS high. Boys I made this one short and sweet because you are both done... But mark my words. I am leaving Fright tomorrow night, with two wins...one way...OR ANOTHER! [[Chris disapears into a crowd of people as the camera fades.]]