(Scene opens inside David "Sniper" Wattsoner's home. He is sitting at his kitchen table, clearly sh*tfaced. On the table are four empty beer cans. He is finishing a fifth one. He is dressed in his usual leather, with his CPE shirt. He finishes his drink and sets it down on the table, next to the others. He than looks up at the camera.)

Sniper: There you are. I thought you'd never show up.

Camera Man: Hey, you really can't just call one o'clock in the morning and expect a cameraman to get out here quickly.

Sniper: Sure. Fine. Whatever. Now shut up and listen boy. I've been waiting all weekend for this Lockdown character. I've been waiting to hear his retort to my abuse. Now I don't know where he learn how to wrestle, but where I come from, when two guys are booked to fight, in order to hype the match, they trash talk. I say something bad about him, he says something bad about me. And so on until the match. That's how you sell tickets. And where I come from, the wrestlers that don't sell tickets, don't keep their jobs very long.

(Sniper shrugs.)

Sniper: But this is the WWA, so who knows. Anyway, there is a reason why I called you over this late in the night.

Camera Man: Don't you mean this early in the morning?

Sniper: What part of shut up do you have issues understanding?

Camera Man: Sorry.

Sniper: Now the WWA has completed this spilt. And what do you know, they screw over CPE and break us apart. I'm sure Warr, Raine, and the rest of that crew thinks they pulled a fast one on Cold Pain Enterprises. Well they are in for a shock.

(Sniper takes the beer cans and straightens them into a row. Well it's almost a row, he's so drunk that it's more a crooked zig zag.)

Sniper: Warr is laughing his ass off, but he should know that the one who laughs last, most likely didn't get the joke. Devil's Own gets to stay together, despite the fact the fish guy is going to stink up the ratings for Meltdown. Those Satanic Cultists went to Fiesta, which is kind of stupid if you think about it. Depressed Goths on a show called Fiesta? Anyway, Youth United goes to Meltdown, ignoring that their leader Eddie likes to play weird disappearing acts. And finally X-Corp goes to Fiesta, which sucks because I liked them.

(Sniper finishes with the cans and takes out a marker from his jacket.)

Sniper: So half of CPE is on Meltdown. The other half is on Fiesta. Does that mean we call it quits and go home? NO! CPE will fight anyone at anytime. The fact we're separated only makes us meaner. So here's how it's going to go:

(Sniper picks up a can and writes "Chuckster" on it. He places "Chuckster" on the right side of the table.)

Sniper: The Chickster (OOC: Not a typo, a nick-name) will be here, doing what he does best. Drinking shots of Jack and showing Devil's Own who's boss.

(Sniper picks up another can and writes "Fuel". He sets "Fuel" on the left.)

Sniper: This crazy motherf*cker will be here, scaring the crap out of the women and children.

(Sniper takes a third can and makes it "Shaman" and puts it on the right.)

Sniper: Shaman will be with Chuckster, showing why he is the baddest native American on the planet. Everyone thinks Shaman is a joke, but I know the truth. I know the greatest that is there. Everyone laughing now, won't be very soon.

(Sniper takes a fouth can and makes it "Zion" and puts it on the left.)

Sniper: Jimmi Zion, the guy who put the "Pain" in Punishment.

Camera Man: But there is no...

Sniper: I said shut up! Zion is the future of CPE and on Fiesta, he's going to show how tough he really is.

(Sniper picks up the last can.)

Sniper: Than there was me. Sniper. The guy who put this show on the road.

(Sniper writes his name on the can and puts the can on the right.)

Sniper: CPE is mine right now, but what most of you don't know, it wasn't always mine. Another guy created CPE. By the name of Snowman. Snowman was a tough guy, but he also was one hell of a backstabber. After he screwed me over, I showed him. I got him into a match for the rights to the CPE name and I won. The stable was mine.

(Sniper grins at the memory.)

Sniper: CPE has done a lot. It's been in countless federations. Now it calls the WWA it's home. But my time is almost up. This is going to be my final run. The final act. But it will not be the end of Cold Pain Enterprises. When I go, CPE will be given a new father. CPE is going to celebrate it's first decade in existence next year. As it does, I will pass the torch. I don't know who it will be. It could be any of these four guys. Or it could be someone who hasn't joined yet. We'll find out soon.

(Sniper tares at the cans for a few moments, deep in thought. Than he shakes himself awake.)

Sniper: Well there you go. Here...

(Sniper points to the left side of the table.)

Sniper: ...we have CPE: Fiesta. They need to get a third member, but Zion and Fuel know what type of person they are looking for. And here...

(Sniper points to the right.)

Sniper: We have CPE: Meltdown. Devil's Own worst nightmare.

(Sniper chuckles and looks at the camera.)

Sniper: United we stand. Divided we kick ass.

(Scene fades to black.)