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*{Tokeyo, Japan}

*{Cut to backstage at the sight of the Fiesta supercard PPV, Dia Das Los Muertos. The camera shows two groups of EMTs carrying two sets of stretchers.}

{On one stretcher is Wes Sanders who is yelling in absolute pain and agony. The camera zooms in on the large deep gash in his leg from her his Sanderizer kick literally blasted Jimmi Zion so hard that his own kick and entrapped his leg. The camera shows the deep wound with lots of blood spilling out. The camera actually has to resort to "blurring out" the wound because it is so deep and graphic. The EMTs fight to get Sanders under control so that they can stablize his wound.}

{ON the other stretcher is "Sky Flyin" Jimmi Zion, who is STILL out cold following the kick heard around the world. His beautiful wife and manager Mikalia Rush-Zion stands closely by his side holding his hand while the other group of EMTs try to bring him back into consciousness. They wheel Jimmi Zion into his locker room. Mikalia stops and takes one final look at Wes Sanders by the ambulance at the end of the corrider who FINALLY just passed out from the pain and loss of blood. A look of concern and worry flashes across Mikalia's face as she looks on. Soon enough an EMT approaches her to break her silent contemplation and bring her back into reality.}

EMT: "Ms. Zion, are you coming in?"

Mikalia Rush-Zion: "Yes of course I am."

EMT: "Is something wrong, you don't look well?"

Mikalia: "I'm fine."

{Mikalia closes the door behind her as she walks into locker room where the EMTs work to revive her husband "Sky Flyin" Jimmi Zion. He is still unconscious as one of the EMTs breaks open a small can and slowly begins to wave it underneath his nose. After a few moments Jimmi Zion SUDDENLY snaps out it like he was just coming out of a nightmare. He has a large indention like wound like cut on his forehead from where Sanders made contact from his kick. He is also bleeding from his nose and mouth sustained during the match. The blood on Zion's nose and mouth looks a little dry as it happened a little sooner than the more recent kick.}

"Sky Flyin" Jimmi Zion: "What a bloody f{beep}kin rush! Is that all you've got Sanders? I'll take you apart, I'll rip you limp from limp...

{Cutting Zion off in mid sentence, Mikalia puts her hand over Zion's mouth to shut him up. Shocked at first, Mikalia awaits to calm down and then looks up at his beloved wife, she slowly takes her hand off of his mouth.}

Jimmi Zion: "What happened? Did I win? Where's Sanders?"

Mikalia: "You don't remember anything after the kick?"

Zion: "Should I? Listen baby just tell me if I won or not."

Mikalia: "Nobody."

Zion: "HUH?"

Mikalia: "Right after Sanders kicked you while you were holding the steel chair, he hit you with so much force that he kicked straight though the chair. He actually cut his own leg in the process so much that he couldn't continue. The ref had no choice but to call the match and ruled it as a NO CONTEST."

Zion: "You mean I didn't win? I didn't get my number one contender spot to face Grunge for the WWA World Title at Rage In A Cage?"

Mikalia: "I'm sorry baby, but he is still the number one contender."

{Zion tries to stand up on his own two feet, stumbling of course but trying to do it on his own power.}

Zion: "Oh that's some cheap bull s(beep)t. I'm telling you this is all another ploy to deny me of my right at the WWA World Heavyweight title. I'm telling you it's all goddamn politics holding me down. Who's running this show Matt Warr or Vince McMahon."

{Mikalia and the EMTs attempt to hold Jimmi Zion down and help him regain his composure.}

EMT: "Easy Mister Zion, please don't try to get up. You're still hurt, you could have a concussion, let us examine you first."

Mikalia: "Please baby listen to them. You didn't listen to me during the match at least listen to me now."

Jimmi Zion: {Trying to push the EMTs off while still stumbling around on his feet almost like he is drunk.} "Bah I'm fine, and I refuse to let this match end in a no contest!"

{Zion opens the door to the locker room and stumbles outside walking in the direction of an unconscious Wes Sanders being tended to by the other group of EMTs.}

Zion: "Hey Sanders, whatsupwitdisS(beep) b****! I'm still standing you bloody {Mock Latino accent} Poota! You hear me Poppi!?!?! Somebody over there wake his arss up, we have a match to finish! I want my goddamn number one contender spot even if I have to rip it clear out of your arss!"

{The EMTs and Mikalia rush out of the locker room trying to hold Jimmi Zion back and attempt to push him back into the locker room while Zion is still yelling at Sanders from afar.}

Zion: "I ain't going out on some LUCK factor you sorry arss lucky F{beep}k! Give me what I want right now!"

{The camera shows Wes Sanders slowly coming to as he groggily looks up in the direction of Jimmi Zion, still unable to make heads or tails of where he is or what he is doing at the moment. The EMTs and Mikalia finally manage to push Jimmi Zion back into the locker room and shut the door behind them.}

{Back inside, Jimmi slumps to the ground while the EMTs all surround him. Mikalia interjects her own two cents into the situation.}

Mikalia: "I think that I know what I need to do. Gentlemen, if you please could you wait outside and allow me to speak with Jimmi. I think that I can talk some sense into him, and then I will call you back in."

EMT: "Of course mam, we'll be right outside if you need us."

{The EMTs all exit the locker room one by one shutting the door behind them leaving Mikalia and Jimmi alone with the cameraman. Mikalia walks over and kneels down next to her husband and wraps her arms around him. The blood from her husband's head actually runs over her body and her white silk evening gown, but she just holds onto Jimmi tightly.}

Mikalia: "Jimmi, you stubborn, prideful, arrogant, fool. Why couldn't you just stay down when I said to?"

Zion: "Because I never give up. What would little Alex think of her father if he knew I had quit? I would never beable to look upon him ever again. I will never bring that shame upon my son...or you for that matter. Everything that I do I do for you my love. I will not stop, or rest until the WWA World Heavyweight title is mine...that and show the entire world that I am better than The Rage Wesley Sanders. I have waited for over a year to get my hands on him and the one time that I do we fight to a no contest. That is unacceptable. Failure is not an option for me. I will accept my losses. I will always fight to win. One way or another, and now I may not get another chance!"

Mikalia: "What if I told you that there was another way."

Zion: "How?"

{Zion sits up, his glazed blood shot eyes, which a small indicator that Zion is suffering from a concussion as a result from the Sanderizer kick trying to fixiate his vision on his beautiful wife although it is very blurry.}

Zion: "How can that be possible?"

Mikalia: "Think of it as a contengency plan just in case. I managed to throw in your name into the running of a tournament that will decide who will represent Fiesta in the fatal four way match for the WWA World Heavyweight title at Rage In A Cage 7. The only question left is ARE YOU HUNGRY ENOUGH?"

Zion: "That's a no brainer and I'm the one who feels like crap."

Mikalia: "Then who am I to stop you? Go out there and win it, be the man that you were destined to be. BE THE WWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!"

Zion: "I will do exactly that, and finally put the final nail in the coffin of Wes Sanders once and for all. My life is about to change...for the better, and it all starts March 1st."

Mikalia: "That's the man that I know and love, now if you don't mind can we call the EMTs back in her so that they can tend to your wounds and get you ready for March 1st?"

Zion: "Oh yeah I guess they could!"

{Mikalia stands up and walks over to the door, opening it up for the EMTs to come back in.}

Mikalia: "He's ready for you now gentlemen."

{The EMTs walks in and begin their procedures on Jimmi Zion. Mikalia walks back over and holds Jimmi's hand while they work on him.}

Zion: "Thank you my love."

Mikalia: "What do you think that I am for?"

Zion: "Say what should I do on March 1st?"

Mikalia: "Just be yourself Jimmi. Do what you wanna do that makes you happy."

Zion: "To win and to never hold back."

Mikalia: "Then who am I to try and stop you Jimmi? I'm your wife and even I can't stop you, why should anybody else be successful?"

Zion: "Exactly. Anything else I should know?"

Mikalia: "Yeah, I don't think that it is right for you to keep calling yourself the Tough Little Darky. I mean don't you think that is a little racey and appropriate to say the least?"

Zion: "Why should I? I mean I'm one dark son of a b****, and it's isn't because of the color of my skin. It goes beyond skin color. When I say that the TLD. The Tough Little Darky on the Planet, it simply means that I am exactly that and then some. White, black, pink, blue, purple, pokadot, I'm greater than them all. This is not a race thing. It's a ME thing. It's all about me. It was always about me. I'm reckless...I'm dangerous...I'm unsafe...and I am the last person that the WWA wants to screw with...

{Zion chomps his teeth/jaw together loud enough at Mikalia to where the EMTs and the camera pick it up. Zion just smiles slyly with his classic Cheshire Cat like smile}

Mikalia: "Sure thing Iceman, now rest and let the EMTs do their job thus getting you ready for your big match, or else."

Zion: "Or else what? Baby I've got this, and with you by my side I can't lose."

Mikalia: "About what you said though about how it's all about you and it's all about you...you...you. What does that make me? Am I beneath you or better than you?"

{Zion reaches over and takes his hand stroking Mikalia's cheek looking into her big brown beautiful eyes.}

Zion: "Not over or better than me. Certainly not beneath me. You are equal to me, and if I am a god then I guess that makes you a goddess. If I am Zeus then you are my Herra."

Mikalia: "I thought so."

{Mikalia moves into give receive a very passionate kiss from her husband on the lips as the camera slowly fades out.}

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