-=A camera fades in outside of a target range, muffled sounds of gun shots can be heard coming from the building. The cameraman moves inside slowly as if not really sure why he’s here. Suddenly from behind a divider wall X-Rated appears. He has on a pair of glasses and ear plugs. X-Rated removes the plugs and glasses and places his firearm, a custom Smith and Wesson SW1911 down on the counter in front of him.=-

X-Rated: “Target Practice, the best way for one to hone their skills when it comes to shooting, and right now everyone in the ICWL is shooting for the stars, and I have become their Primary target. Honestly I’m not surprised, I mean Bane may be the World Champion, but I am the best the ICWL has to offer. They appear to be coming out of the woodwork. Every time I tune into ICWL programming I have someone else trying to use my name to gain some fame. Marionette is scared of me, and is trying to play mind games. He comes out every week and gets involved in my matches and calling me out, but when I show up he runs the other way, or gets his ass handed to him.”

{X-Rated pushes a button and brings the target to the front revealing that every shot was right on target.}

X-Rated: “Then I tune in the next day and I have some new guy that no one has hear of who sounds like a Marvel Comic reject. Z-Man, or Zit-Man as he should be call. He’s nothing more then a little boy playing in a big mans game. He comes out and decides he’s going to “put me in my place” and demand that I earn his respect. Well let’s get one thing straight son I don’t have to earn anything from you. You come into the ICWL and throwing your name around like it should mean something. What have you done here? What have you proven? You are nothing but a microscopic Bactria trying to bring an infection upon the ICWL of more talentless performances. The fact is, you should be flattered that I even took the time to mention your name. You aren’t worth my time, or my energy, so I have nothing more to say to you, besides prove something before you try the True Talent on for size.”

{X-Rated changes the target and sends it down the zip line to the far end. He picks up his gun, takes aim, and fires off a full round.}

X-Rated: “I was sitting at home, watching everyone name drop, and I figured seeing as I have become a target, I might as well start practicing. So I grabbed my gun, and came down here. You see, the problem is simple. Everyone wants to be just like me. Everyone wants to prove they are just as good, if not better then me. When you are the True Talent, it’s expected. I have everyone wanting me, everyone from Zit-Man, to Jason Black to the freakin Pope it seems, but perhaps the most surprising of all is Anthrax. Anthrax has ran from me every chance he has gotten. He avoids me at all costs. But Anthrax, the fact that you are calling me out is laughable, and that’s putting it nicely, because the last time we met, well you couldn’t measure up, in fact, when it was all said and done, you walked away with your tail between your legs and your head hanging. Allow me to remind you if you forgot, and to educate everyone that doesn’t know or remember who the hell you are. It was June 18th, 2006 in Las Angeles, California at a Pay Per View called Beach Fest. The odds were against me, Sugar J was hell bent on insuring your victory, and ending, what would become record setting, title Reign and my career in the ICWL. It was no Disqualification, no Count outs, the stage was set, and the red carpet ready for your victory. It was a pretty good match, and you gave it all you had, but in the end you were X-Ecuted just like everyone else. You were out cold, and all of Sugar J’s hard work, and careful planning was in vain. Now here we are, over a year later, and you come out of nowhere and demand a match against me. Well I say, anywhere, anytime, any match! I will prove to you once and for all, that I am the True Talent here in the ICWL. I will prove to you that when it comes to the ICWL, I am its past, present and future. You may have been considered one of the best the ICWL had to offer, but that was before I came along. I changed the face of the ICWL, I single handedly made the ICWL the organization you see today. Z-Man, Jason Black, Bolt, they all came to the ICWL because of me, because they wanted their chance to mix it up with the True Talent. I AM THE ICWL! And I don’t need a little belt to prove it.”

{X-Rated pushes the button again revealing yet another perfect round of shots. X-Rated changes the target once again, this time however, the target is a life size picture of him. X-Rated sends the new target to down the zip line. He changes the clip in his gun, takes aim and empties the clip. He pushes the button again bringing the target up again this time the target is untouched.}

X-Rated: “Now, this is a metaphor that even the most simple minded individuals could follow. I am the target, and everyone member of the roster is represented by the bullets. You see, none of you can touch me, I’m bulletproof! It doesn’t matter what any of you throw at me, I will always survive unharmed. Now, I know what you are all thinking, X-Rated is either firing blanks, or aimed away from the target completely, so I got Patrick Flanigan, an Xtreme sports shooter, to come down here. ”

{Patrick comes into the shot and shakes hands with X-Rated.}

X-Rated “Patrick I would like to thank you for taking the time to come to Las Vegas tonight to prove my point.”

Patrick: “Don’t mention it, I’m a huge fan of yours.”

X-Rated: “Alright, first let’s get a little history here, how long have you been firing guns.”

Patrick: “My whole life really, my father use to take me out hunting and stuff as a kid, but Professionally I have been doing it for about 7 years.”

X-Rated: “Alright, and what are some of your accomplishments in Xtreme sports shooting?”

Patrick: “Well I hold 5 Xtreme records regarding Clay targets. You can find out all that information on my website at http://www.patrickflanigan.com”

X-Rated: “Excellent, alright, now the goal today is to shoot this target. You think you can do it?”

Patrick: “Oh yeah, without a problem”

{X-Rated pushes the button sending the target back down the zip line. Patrick picks up his Winchester Shotgun, takes aim at the target and fires off a shot, quickly reloads, fires again. Patrick reloads 3 more times and fires at the target before lowering his shotgun to his side. X-Rated moves in and brings the target back up. Again the target is untouched by the bullets.}

X-Rated: “Patrick, would you mind looking at the target for me?”

Patrick: “NO F@#& WAY! There is no way I could have missed that target with all five shots.”

X-Rated: “Patrick, don’t take it personally, it’s not you, it’s just I’m bulletproof. Patrick, I would like to thank you for your time today, you have proven my point.”

{Patrick leaves in disbelieve, as X-Rated takes down the life size target of himself.}

X-Rated: “There you have it, I’m untouchable! Which leads me to the matters at hand, Knockout. On July 14th I will have to face not only one, but two Talentless worms. First allow me to address Bolt. You arrived in the ICWL, and in your first night here, pulled a damn rabbit out of your hat, by managing to win the one night Tournament, a Tournament that I, by all rights, should have won. Bolt, you got lucky then, but trust me, your luck has run out. Frankly, you have not impressed me one bit. You faced a guy that was much smaller then you in the first round, then in the second round you took the low road, and attacked your opponent before he even knew what was happening. Then, you wiped the floor with a MMA reject. Big Deal! Bolt, you are pathetic, after watching you for the past couple of weeks, I have come to a realization, your wife probably wasn’t “Killed by a Drunk Driver” the bitch probably swerved into on coming traffic trying to killed herself after living with you. Bolt, it’s time you cry yourself a river, build a damn bridge and get over it all ready. You come on TV night after night; retelling the same boohoo, feel sorry for me sob story, like it’s going to make a difference. Sure you may have the fans feeling sorry for you but I don’t. You are nothing more then another Talentless maggot feeding away at the rotting carcass that has become the ICWL as of late. Well the feeding frenzy ends next week. After I am done, showing you what True Talent is all about, you are going to be crying for more reasons the your dead wife. This isn’t a MADD Convention this is the ICWL, so wipe your nose, put you chin up, and get ready because I’m going to give you something to cry about!”

X-Rated: “And finally, Sebastian Thorne. It’s time you get your head out of Bane’s ass and stand on your own two feet. You are perhaps the best example of the old saying ‘you are the company you keep.’ You ride on Bane’s coat tails, hoping he will bring you to the top. Hoping that you will be accepted by association, well guess what, you aren’t! You run around here talking about your Ho’s when we all know the only Ho’s you have is the boxes of Ho Ho’s you drowned your insecurity in. Thorne, you are being given a chance of a life time next week when you get to set foot in the same ring as me. This is your opportunity, your chance to prove to everyone that you deserve to be here, not because you are Bane’s ass warmer but because you can hold your own. It’s up to you how this turns out, you can either shine or be another forgettable name we will remember only when we see your name in the obituary”

-=X-Rated grabs his custom Smith & Wesson and heads out of the firing range. =-