*{Fade In}*

*{The scene opens with a montage of graphic images and footage notes from the Jimmi Zion verses Shaman 2 out of 3 falls match on Fiesta}

*{The footage is filmed while in black and white showing numerous scenes from Shaman and Jimmi Zion done to the tune of "Revolution Man" by Union Underground, also the theme song for the WWA ppv, May Revolution.}*

One more time and you'll be dead

{A shot with Shaman standing over a bloody "Sky Flyin" Jimmi Zion after a totally and brutal attack.}

At least I think that's what they said

Forty days won't break a man

{A shot where a bloody Jimmi Zion, through his crimson mask of blood, is starring a laser beamed hole into Shaman as Zion tries to make it to his feet.}

It was a bullet in his head

{A shot is cut of Shaman throwing a huge box of thumbtacks into the ring, and then they go to a scene where Shaman powerbombs Zion right onto the pile of thumbtacks.}

There's something in the...

{A shot with with Shaman flashing his trademark, sadistic Native American smile in the direction of the fallen Jimmi Zion back in the ring.}

Something in the way you were

{A shot of Zion, wearing his kneebrace, bloody as hell, trying to stand on his own power.}

The pain so wrong my friend

{Then leading into scene where Zion is trying to fight Shaman off of him.}

Revolution...revolution man

{A shot of Shaman and Jimmi Zion standing nose to nose in an intense staredown with Zion looking up at the bigger Shaman with rage in his eyes.}

Imagine all the people

{A shot of a huge arena crowd of people cheering wildly.}

{As the song plays through again low, it plays through the last remaining moments of Fiesta where Shaman decided to inflict more pain and damage onto Jimmi Zion. The scene is still done in black and white.}

*Finally, Zion begins to pull himself to his feet. He slowly limps his way over toward Shaman.

Chase: Looks like Shaman's about to be in trouble here.

Without warning, Shaman turns, shattering the barbed wire wrapped 2x4 across Zion's braced knee!

CRACKT!!

Chase: Oh my god!

Mikal: Holy s***!

Crowd: HOLY S***!

Shards of wood scatter about the ring as Zion cries out and falls to the mat. Shaman stands and stares down at the unmoving Zion.

Chase: This is terrible! I think that Jimmi's unconscious!

Mikal: Body can only take so much pain.

Shaman smiles with satisfaction, and places a single foot over Zion's chest.

One...

Two...

Three!

Shaman roars with delight before quickly exiting the ring.



Chase: Oh god, someone get the paramedics out here. I'm worried about Zion.

Mikal: Forget Zion! Celebrate victory of Shaman!

Shaman disappears into the back as EMTs swarm the ring.

Chase: Well, I don't know where Shaman is going, but at least we have some assistance out there for Jimmi.

Mikal: Is shame that Zion got in Shaman's way. Now, perhaps he will know better.

Chase: You know, regardless of the outcome, Jimmi Zion put up one hell of a fight here.

Mikal: Agreed, but...

Mikal is silenced as a U-Haul box truck backs into the arena. From the cab of the truck, comes Shaman.

Chase: What is he doing back here?

Mikal: He is not done yet!

Shaman chases the EMTs away, and hoists Zion up over his shoulder. With a sadistic gleam, he carries Zion to the truck and tosses him inside.

Chase: What the hell? He just threw Zion into the back of that truck! Is he kidnapping Jimmi Zion?

With a dark laugh, Shaman closes the rear door of the truck, and latches it securely.

Chase: Dammit! Somebody stop him!

Mikal: Get the cameras ready outside!

Shaman hops back into the cab of the truck and roars from the arena.

Chase: This is terrible!

Mikal: Vhy are you alvays so negative?

In the parking lot, the truck roars forward, swerving left to right.

Chase: Zion must be getting tossed around back there with those sharp turns.

Mikal: Is just more beating from Shaman!

The truck stops its swerving and barrels forward, picking up speed.

Chase: Oh no...

Mikal: Is going faster now!

The heavy truck slams headlong into a parked car, shattering it beyond all recognition. Shattered glass and twisted metal litter the parking lot, as the trunk comes to it's sudden, crashing stop.

CRAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

Chase: ...oh my god...

Mikal: ...uh oh...

Several long moments pass.

Chase: I think we're going to need professional attention for both of these men. Dammit, where are the paramedics?

Suddenly, the driver's door opens. Shaman pushes aside the cloth balloon as he crawls from the vehicle.

Shaman: Bless the spirits for air bags. Too bad poor Jimmi-boy didn't have one back there. Maybe next time, I'll use a garbage truck!

Shaman grins and limps away.

Chase: Oh my god...thank goodness that we're out of time.

{While still in black and white, the camera cuts to the backstage area of reckage of the car as EMTs and security try to get around the debris and pulls Jimmi Zion from the U-Haul truck. As they pull him out of the reckage. The footage goes from black and white to color where they operate on. As they are working on Zion, he actually awakens in the midst of his pain. The reality sets in as Zion begins responding in agonizing pain as he screams. The EMTs try to get him calm down but it is difficult as Zion is hysterical.}

EMT: "Try to stay calm Mr. Zion, we're taking care of you even as we speak."

Jimmi Zion: "Oh God, the pain! Where the F*CK is Shaman?! I'll kill him!"

EMT: "We need to sedate him right now until we get him to hospital. We gotta get him calmed down, do it now!"

{In the middle of Zion's hysterical panic, they inject him with some kind of neutralizer, to help dull the pain and calm Zion down. As it begins to take immediate affect, Zion utters some final words before he falls asleep.}

Zion:

"I'm...sorry...Mikalia...for...letting...you...down!"

"Shaman...I...will...finish...what...I...started!"

{Zion falls asleep as everything blacks out. The camera fades out.

*{BLACK OUT}*

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