*{Fade In}

*{The scene opens inside the local Oriental massage parlor, "the Bankok Escapes". The camera shows all kinds of beautiful oriental ladies walking around and then follows them into a room with a large hot tub where a certain bustful Oriental redhead girl is bent over filling up the hot tub and distributing the neccessary spices and minerals in order to complete the mineral bath. Standing behind her waiting wearing nothing but a robe is "Sky Flyin" Jimmi Zion patiently awaiting on his masseuse drawing his bath. After a few moments, she turns off the hot water and steps back looking back at Jimmi Zion with a pleasant but flirtatious smile.}

Oriental redhead: "You're bath Mr. Zion."

"Sky Flyin" Jimmi Zion: "Thank you."

Masseuse: {She walks up very close to him, her firm, perky breast pressed up against his dark chest.} "I'll be right outside, if you need anything call me, and if you ever happen to change your mind, I get off work in a couple of hours."

Jimmi Zion: {Trying to politely fight off her advances, subtly pushing her away.} "As tempting as it is...

{He pauses for a moment as he glances down at her chest and lets out a heavy sigh.}

...And trust me, it's very...very...VERY tempting. At last I must declined...

{He politely flashes his wedding ring on his right ring finger.}

...I'm married, remember?"

Masseusse: "Oh of course sir, but you can't blame me for trying...anyway...

{She slowly turns around while still close to him, she talks over her shoulder, puckering her lips, and stroking his face with her hand.}

...I'll be right outside, and will let you know when your time is up and ready for your FULL...BODY...MASSAGE!"

{She walks out closing the curtain behind her, glancing over her shoulder taking one last final look at Zion before she closes it all the way. Zion tries to keep his composure, and then when she closes it fully, her lets out a full sigh, he runs over to the sink and splashes cold water in his face frantically. He looks up in the mirror as the water falls off of his face.}

Zion: "Cold...cold...cold...think married thoughts. Cold shower. Just because I'm about to have a very sexy Oriental woman rub her delicate hands all over my body doesn't mean that I am gonna cheat on my wife. You're a husband, soon you'll be a father, and to top it all off, within the month you'll have the opportunity of a life time and become the number 1 contender at Meltdown in the Bourbon Street Brawl."

"I've never been in this annual event, but I have heard so much about it, Running around New Orleans hunting people down and beating them down within an inch of their lives only to pin them and become the number one contender for the WWA World Heavyweight title at the Independance Day Rumble."

"I'm considered as the underdog again, nobody think that I have what it takes to win this brawl and fight Kash for the title. Everybody thinks I'm reckless and undeserving. Even thought I have shown in time and time again.

I beat Enigma...

I've beat Chance...

I've beaten Justin Bourne...taken out Justin Bourne, not intentially, but I've taken him out nonetheless. Which means that it's one less person in the rumble...

I've defeated Shaman...the most extreme/hardcore icon in sport entertainment, let alone the WWA...

And I've got The Rainmaker Nick Adams on my case, possibly the single greatest veteran the WWA has to offer.

"I have alot to prove, and it could all come down this Monday night on Meltdown. It's gonna be my night because I'm gonna make it my night. I'm not settling for second best, I'm playing to win."

"Win or lose, I will make everybody know and respect me once and for all. I will not stop until I've defeated every single person in that brawl. All 19 of them will fall at the hands of "Sky Flyin" Jimmi Zion. I'm doing this for me, but I'm doing this for my wife and my child on the way. They call me ungrateful, but I'm looking out for number one. ME! I'm no different than Nick Adams or any of those other guys in this rumble."

"Even if I happen to lose, which I don't see that happen, but worse case scenario, if I do happen to fail, I will make absolutely certain that I make the single biggest impact in this brawl. I will be the break out star. I will go beyond my comfort zone and show that I can be more than just a mere little extreme high flyer, I can and will become what I was meant to be. I will claim my destiny. I will become the eniviable. I will become the essence of the greatness. I will reveal that I am extreme incarnate. I will show that I am the future of the WWA and all of sports entertainment. I will become the...true...immortal...supernatural...phenomenon known as SKY FLYIN JIMMI ZION! After Monday night, they will remember this night and how Jimmi Zion against all of the so-called haters to embrace his calling on his life. This is my time. It's starts here."

{Jimmi Zion pauses as he pulls himself together and collects his thoughts. He looks in the mirror one last time and then turns toward the tub, the camera pans around to where it is behind him. Zion takes his robe off and casually drops it on the ground exposing his dark skinned naked body. The camera stays focused on Zion's backside, just above the waist. He sets down responding to the hot water prepared by his masseuse. He eases into the water letting out a nice "AWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEE" sound. He turns on the jets to begin massaging his body. He dives down in the water to get his head wet and then comes back up. The water lets out a elequent little splashing sound as he comes up that's almost soothing to the sound of the camera. Zion just leans back and relaxes in the hot tub.}

Jimmi Zion: "Now granted I can't forget the other people in this brawl...like I was going to, let's think about them...

The Cell, Thomas 'Leviathan' Conner and his jailbait boyfriend Lockdown. I don't care how big or how bad these boys are....wait a minute, since when have I ever cared how big or bad they are? Oh well, I haven't forgotten what they did to Mikalia and what they almost did to my unborn child. Monday night, is when I pay them back for EVERYTHIng that they did to me...Mikalia...and my child.

Showtime and James Curzon, these two scrubnut assmunches three times screwed me out of my WWA GenX title. Three times handed MY TITLE to that bloody bugga James Beam. Three times ruined what would of been my night. Now I finally get my payback on them once and for all. No more playing the game by the rules. This isn't just personal because this time I don't have to wrestle Showtime and Curzon, I get to fight them and this time I will personally hand'em their arss on a silver platter just so they can look at it and know that it was me that gave them the single greatest whoopin the WWA has ever witnessed. Then after I'm done with the both of them, espically Curzon, they'll have a new gimmick, it's called casualty of Zion.

Shaman, I do respect Shaman, and he gave me props after our match at May Revolution. I respect him even more now than before. He took me to hell and back. For the first time ever, he successfully grounded me and made me step up my game to a whole new level. Something that nobody has done. Shaman has made me bleed, he has permanantly scared me, my knees are now shot to hell because of him, and I still won. But after everything that Shaman did to me and the blood that I spilled at his hands. I still defeated him...

BUT...

Everybody in the back still thinks that I got lucky. They say it was all just a freak occurance. They say that it was all just a fluke and nothing more. That I can not defeat Shaman when it really matters. They don't think that I beat Shaman, I just survived him and nothing more. They still don't believe that I am the next generation. Well Shaman, don't take this personal, but in the Brawl, I finish what I started. I prove that it wasn't a fluke. I prove that I didn't just survive. I prove that I didn't get lucky. I prove that I can and I will take Shaman out when it REALLY matters. And let's face it, it REALLY matters. Right here, right now, it SO matters."

"Se7en, on Fiesta, Nick Adams stopped me from beating him on my own. This time I finish what I started and no Nick Adams this time. It's just him and me fighting foe one single goal, to be the number one guy after taking out all 19 others. I don't care how insane Se7en is or how many times he watched Friday the 13th. I am not just a gimmick. What you see is who I am. I've got prospects, I'm bonafide prima A, grade A, USDA approved, 100% arss kickin mayhem. Se7en will know this once and for all."

"Enigma and Chance, I proved that that I could stop Enigma, and I had a...chance against CHANCE. They still think that they are the future and counting me out, but I am still in it. I'm closer than they realize. While their still fighting each other, I will take both of them out. I stopped Enigma once, and I know I can stop him again, and Chance will know who the real deal future is...I'll give you one clue, it's not him. It's all me."

"Reverand Tweek, this guy thinks that it's his time. He's an upstart rookie on the rise, on the verge of superstardom. I have no doubt that his time will come, but it won't be now. His time is not now. His day will come, but in the meantime he will have to continue ministering the gospell a little while longer. He better recognize my religion, my gospell, it's all about me and nobody else. He better save the preaching for another day because if he gets on his soapbox during the brawl, I will knock him off of it...on his head."

"Eddie Van Dorn, a man who gave me my first real loss, and ended my first title reign. I'll give him props for that. A man who kept the title off of me after he took it, but let's face it, that was then...THIS IS NOW. Now I get to show him that I can and will take him out when it really matters once and for all. When it's all on the line, I get to pull out all of the stops. I get to take what has alluded him for years. He has come so close to winning it before. He was in the final three of the Bourbon Street Brawl before and almost won it, but then lost to the Tomarrow Man Jackson Kraven. Meltdown could be his night...but over my dead body. I will show that he will just have to wait a little longer because it's MY TIME. Recognize EVD it's my time because I am claiming it to be. I am seizing this for the taking."

"To the so-called mystery men that are supposely in this rumble. I've had my fair share of mystery men. The last mystery man that I ran into, it was back in the PWF when the man from Alcatraz, who was later on known as revealed as Kade Williams conveniently pulled me over the rope. It didn't matter if I had all of the really awesome high spots or stole the whole show. I failed to win the rumble and the title. Well I have vowed that I will NOT be played again by another mystery man. No more unknown surprise gimmicks for me. Monday night, I steal the hype surrounding the unvealing of these two mystery men and I steal their debuts or even triumphant returns. I don't even care if the men happen to be two thirds of the Holy Trinity. I'm not going to allow them to steal my spotlight...AGAIN!"

"Ian Tense, the man who held the WWA World title for so long...longer than Cripple H, and I will be damned if he gets his hands on that title because and keeps it for another 7 plus months. I'll be damned if he makes me wait to get another title shot for another 7 plus months. I'm going to make certain that Tense doesn't have another crack. If anybody who is gonna take Kash's title, it's me. It's all me. So Tense you better recognize that you're time has come and now it's time for you to be put out to pasture and make way for the Future of the WWA...ME!"

"To Mal Somer and Dave Harley, the X-Corp. Two funny guys who I would of actually loved to have them watch my back during my fight with the Cell. I actually trusted them, but again, that was then this is NOW. MY NOW! Now I get to show that I am better than Somers, I'm better than Harley...and most of all...I'm bloody flippin better than ROOKIE! I'm a God and Rookie's well...Rookie!" There are no sides, it's either me or them, and I'll be god bloody damned if it's them so what does that tell you?"

"To Venny LeTrav, I've teamed with you, I've faught against you, I've pinned you once already, and now I get the opportunity to beat the living hell out of you and become the number one contender for the world title. I respect you, but Monday night, take what I did to you in that triple threat on Meltdown over a week ago and multiply it 100 fold, then you will know what I will do to you in the brawl."

"To Joey K, I've beaten you once, and can and will defeat you again...this time when it all matters. I s*** you not."

"MyZery, A former GenX Champion, who carried on the tradition of the division that I created, but remember you are setting foot in the brawl against the master...ME! I aim to prove it to, you will know what the essence of GenX extreme really is. You will know once and for all who Sky Flyin Jimmi Zion is face to face."

"Tommy Starr, you may be a star in the making, but I'm about to go SUPERNOVA on your arss and take you out.

"And finally, the Rainmaker Nick Adams. I'll get you for automatically stepping up and claiming the rights to be my teacher. You have no such right. You have no place, and just like I did to everybody else before you, I will show that you are obslete. You a fading...fleeting...soon-to-be forgotten memory in the making, and I am you're future."

"I picked you all apart, I know you all, and at the Bourbon Street Brawl on Meltdown...all of you will know me and fear me. You will know the supernatural phenomenon named sky flying Jimmi Zion."

female Oriental Masseuse: "Excuse me, Mister Zion, it's almost time for your full body massage. You're time is up. When you are ready, you can come out."

Zion: "Okay, I'll be right there."

"You heard my rules, take it for what it's worth. It's not babble, it's all truth and it's what I will do, now take that in your bibles, roll them fatties up, and smoke it till you drop. Now fade out so I can get my massage."

{As Zion's request, so he can get out of the tub, the camera gives him the privacy he needs and fades the camera out.}

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