*The scene opens on what appears to be a classroom. Yasmine sits at a desk very close to the teacher’s desk, she has a very nonplus expression on her face as she waits for her professor to show up. The door finally explodes open and Richie Stone steps in decked out in a sweater vest, oxford shirt, bow tie, khaki pants and dress shoes. His hair is slicked to the side and a mustache is ridiculously drawn on his face. He carries an attaché case which he thumps onto his desk. He acknowledges Yasmine with a nod and goes about opening the case.*

Richie: Good morning class, I’ll be with you all in a moment.

*The camera pans around and you see that the rest of the chairs are filled with cardboard cutouts of various WWA superstars. However, one seat is empty…and one cutout is missing.*

Richie: Has anyone seen Mr. Copeland? Copeland? Copeland? Copeland? Copela-….Oh, forget it. He’s probably still all broken up about his birthday party.

*Richie pauses a second and removes the WWA United States Championship from the attaché case. He slings it over his shoulder and walks behind his desk, pulling down a projector screen. A paper airplane hits him in the back of the head, he turns around in a huff and stares out at the classroom.*

Richie: All right, who’s the smart aleck who threw that?

*The camera zooms in on a cardboard cutout of James Curzon, there is a devilish smirk permanently on its face. Richie narrows his eyes.*

Richie: I will see you after class, Mr. Curzon.

*There is a silence before Richie continues.*

Richie: The topic of today’s lecture, class, is history. In particular, I would like to lecture you all on things throughout history that EVERYONE and their cousin’s brother thought to be indestructible.

*Yasmine lets out a yawn and catches a chilly glare from Richie. Her back straightens and he continues. Through the next few lines he fiddles with a laptop computer as he hooks it up to a projector. When completed, he circles around his desk, grabbing a clicker from his attaché case. He leans against his desk and speaks some more.*

Richie: You see class, throughout the course that mankind has chartered for itself, there have been many instances in which there has been something, or someone that people believed to be completely invincible. What mankind hasn’t yet realized, is that when everyone puts so much faith in the imperviousness of said things, they are doomed to be disappointed when, well, they get their asses handed to them in one form or another.

*Richie looks out to the class, at the cardboard cutout of Lucas Black.*

Richie: Mr. Black, would you be so kind as to hit the lights?

*The cardboard cutout menacingly stares back at Richie.*

Richie: I’ll ask you again, Mr. Black.

*Still no answer.*

Richie: Very well, I’ll do it myself. But be prepared to stay after class with Mr. Curzon.

*Richie walks over to the light switch and flicks it off. He clicks his remote and a slide comes up on the projector screen.*

Richie: The first classic example is of course, the RMS Titanic. An “Olympic” class ocean liner whose construction was completed in March of 1912; it took nearly three years to build her and as stated before, every Tom, Dick and Harry were in agreement that such a boat, such a marvel of human ingenuity had no chance of ever sinking and dooming thousands of lives.

*Richie clicks another slide. A picture of an iceberg with some penguins happily waddling about on it is shown.*

Richie: This, class is an iceberg. It has no identification class to it other than an “Iceberg” class iceberg. It was constructed a LONG time ago and save for when they carved out the way the world looks today, they are mostly sedentary, harmless things. Look at those penguins, aren’t they adorable?

*Richie clicks to another slide. The Titanic split in half and sinking as droves of people fall to their deaths off of it.*

Richie: This was the end result. The unsinkable and indestructible creation of everyone’s minds met its match in something that nobody believed for a second could do it in. Not only did the Titanic sink, but so did the self esteem of everyone who thought that a boat couldn’t sink. What a pity…… NEXT SLIDE!

*Richie clicks and one of the tripods from “War of The Worlds” pops up on the projector screen. Yasmine immediately raises her hand.*

Yasmine: Mr. Stone, you’re kidding, right? When in history did those things ever show up?

Richie: Ms. Beckridge, who is teaching and who is studenting?

Yasmine: Studenting? I…you…nevermind.

*Yasmine throws her arms up in the air in disgust and begrudgingly listens.*

Richie: Now, before I was so RUDELY interrupted. As I was saying, this was one of those tripod things from “War of The Worlds”. Notice class that the operative word I used in that sentence was WAS. You see, throughout the movie nothing seemed to be able to stop them in their intricate and seemingly infantile plot to pick up every human one by one and suck out their blood with giant needles so that they could spray them out to feed those nonsensical plants. The United States military couldn’t, the sharp and keen wit of a classically trained character actor like Tim Robbins couldn’t….nor could the chiseled, manly good looks and insane mind of one Tom Cruise were able to floor them. But you know what did?

Yasmine: *Sighs* Bacteria…

Richie: *Jumps for joy in the air.* PRECISELY, MS. BECKRIDGE! Bacteria, simple, ordinary bacteria that we humans deal with every day. The powerful, indestructible and seemingly unstoppable alien forces were brought to their end by simple, ordinary bacteria that would give you or me nothing more than a common cold. Once again, something very unlikely in the end was the downfall of the unstoppable juggernaut. And on that topic….

*Richie clicks and none other than THE Juggernaut from X-men stands before his class. Yasmine groans and collapses on her desk.*

Richie: Now class, I realize that I am using examples from TERRIBLE movie renditions for both this slide and the last one. But please just bear with me. As you all know, this is The Juggernaut….bitch *Richie snickers.* Excuse me. As I was saying, this man used both a magical jewel and sheer brute strength to manhandle anyone he saw fit on any day. He did whatever he wanted and was, well, as you guessed it, invincible.

*Richie clicks and a picture of Shadowcat is shown.*

Richie: Class, this is Shadowcat. In X-3…she….defeats The Juggernaut. While he is invincible, or in the case of this atrocity of film, has…”unlimited momentum”…she can walk through solid objects. She uses this to her advantage and eventually by passing through enough things, she slows his momentum, which I thought was “unlimited” and eventually stops him….Awful, right? However, it’s not the point I am trying to make. What I am trying to say is this, which I will illustrate by showing the next slide.

*He clicks and a picture of Copeland, sledgehammer in hand is shown.*

Richie: This guy, this guy right here. The good ole’ “American Psycho”. Sethy boy, the Sethanator, Hunter Hearst Copeland, the FORMER United States Cham-peen. This guy is a lot like all of the things I’ve already mentioned. He’s that thing right now in the WWA. For some reason everybody thinks he’s some invincible badass because he’s wrecked a couple of old geezers and came out on top in a clustermatch. I’ve got some news for you class, one, Richie Stone is no transitional champion. As it is, Copeland was supposed to retain the US Title at the Birthday Bash, everyone said he would.

*Richie clicks again and shows “The Gamblers Table” that predicted as such. Then clicks again to show him decked out with his new piece of jewelry securely around his waist.*

Richie: But that didn’t happen, did it class? In fact, something quite the opposite happened. Not only did Seth lose the title that was his. He ended up walking out of the Birthday Bash completely empty handed. He was, what we professors like to call “punked out” class. And now people are up in arms even more that he’s invincible more now than ever now that he’s back on the hunt; now that he’s hungry and driven. Because apparently what I have is his for some reason. It isn’t his anymore class, let me make that perfectly clear.

*Richie holds the title aloft with one hand briefly and then kisses it before slinging it back over his shoulder.*

Richie: This is mine, and I am going to do whatever I have to do to make sure that Richie Stone begins to solidify himself as one of the best that the WWA has. We’re at the top of the company now, Copeland…And if you think that I’m going to let some two-bit, anger driven and bitter psychopath take away my Championship just as quickly as I won it then he is sorely mistaken. If you think what you and EVD went through was brutal man, you have no clue what you’re getting yourself into…Mister…”American Psycho.” I mean,if Shadowcat can defeat The Juggernaut, than what chance do you think you have against me? Class dismissed.

*Richie clicks again, the last slide simply reads “The End” in black and white lettering. Richie sits against his desk as the one member of class who has a pulse collects up all of the other members and walks out with them.*