** The camera focuses in as a montage of images begin of previous Fiesta's showing Shamans path to Revolution with his brutality on all of his opponents sending an example to one man..**

May 10th 2003 ---

Shaman grabs a piece of the broken table and smiles as the large piece is being set up as Shaman steps back waiting for Motive to get up and Shaman suddenly spears Motive through the set up piece of table and then Shaman grins as he grabs the plastic edge of the table and wraps it around his hand and starts hitting Motive with it.

Whap!!!

Whap!!

Whap!!!

Shaman unwraps the plastic edge of the table and looks around for something, grabbing the ring bell and waits for Motive to get up and then Shaman suddenly charges and nails Motive with it.

BONKT!!

** The camera fades to another day in history that will live in infamy for Jimmi Zion **

April 19th 2003 ---

Cut to the backstage area where we see Sky Flyin Jimmi Zion, after costing James Beam the WWA GenX title. Smug, arrogant, and proud. He is approached by WWA reporter, Chris Crenshaw.

Chris Crenshaw: Jimmi Zion, Jimmi Zion. Can I get a word from you after what happened?

Zion casually turns around to address Crenshaw with the same arrogant look on his face.

Zion: Sure thing Chris.
Crenshaw: Jimmi Zion, everybody wants to know why you costs James Beam the WWA GenX title tonight and put it on Showtime?
Zion: Why? It should be obvious Chris why I did it. I think it's a little POETIC JUSTIC to James Beam for three times screwing me over. If I legitimately lost to Beam that's one thing, but I was denied by him on three occasions all back to back. Well just think, I made his whole world come crashing down in one single Sky Flyin move. To be honest, if I am not the GenX titleholder, I can't think of a better person to hold that title other than smiles Showtime. However, he'd better recognize that I will be getting that title back soon enough so he better not go getting that nameplate changed anytime soon. The way I see it though is that until somebody legitimately defeats me for the 1-2-3. We all know who the REAL GenX Champion will be. I am the reason why Matt Warr and Mark Harrington created that division. I am the evolution of this sport, and I revolutionized everything of what an extreme cruiserweight is supposed to be. If it wasn't for me. There would be no GenX division. So regardless; James Beam, Chance, Enigma, our new esteemed GenX champion, Showtime better recognize the man that made it all possible. ME! I am the essence of hardcore, in fact I took it to a whole new level. I made it so much better. I am extreme incarnate made flesh. I am beyond natural, beyond phenomenal, I am supernaturally phenomenal. I am the singles greatest work of art that God has ever created. I am His greatest creation. Let's face it, the only way somebody can defeat me is by pinning my cold, rotting, carcass to the mat because as long as there is breath in his body, I will always fight. I'm immortal baby. I am the blood of the ancients. I'm the ruler of the Universe man!"

Suddenly, Chris Crenshaw steps back and has a look of fear upon his face as Jimmi Zion looks at him confused and nods his head in a cocky response and speaks as the crowd cheers loudly as Zion doesn't see the massive form of Shaman looming over him from behind...

Jimmi: That’s right little man you better fear me!!

Zion turns around to walk away and walks straight into the chest of Shaman who is looking down at Zion with anger glaring in his eyes. Zion suddenly takes a few steps backwards kind of cowering away and then raises the mic to his lips...

Jimmy: What the hell do you want ol...!?!?!

Shaman reaches over and snaps the mic out of Zions hands and throws it at Crenshaw and then looks at Zion...

Shaman: You haven't the slightest of what its like to be hardcore. You do not know the meaning of Extreme!! You are a worthless braggart and show little respect to those that came before you!!

Zion looks on in shock as Shaman continues...

Shaman: I've watched you since the PWF where I was the vice president up till Fiesta's Pain Games and I’ve come to a simple conclusion. I dislike you Zion!! You almost ended Bournes career and had to resort to trickery to get Beam defeated. yet you still call yourself extreme!! You do not know pain until you get into the ring with me little man!! You are about as extreme as Barney!! You have yet to bleed for real in this business rookie!!

Zion quickly yells at Shaman...

Zion: You want a piece of me Shaman!! Right now, next week, anytime I want you to know how extreme I am!!

Shaman smiles and then looks to Zion again..

Shaman: Now you are on my time rook!! I will name the time , Place and destination!! You are so eager to fight that will be on my time!! I will make you bleed on my time and trust me I have plenty of time. I can wait can you wait!! Time is on my side rook and the time you have is borrowed time!!

Shaman turns and walks away leaving Jimmi Zion fuming as Chris Crenshaw looks on in shock as Shamans massive form disappears from view as he walks down the dark corridor...


** Shaman is seen standing as a faded image over the film as he speaks quietly and no emotion is shown as Shaman looks to the nothing as he speaks.**

Shaman: Yes such a day does exist Zion. Why do i show you images that you have already seen and felt. It is simple really. You had begun this war. You began to become a braggart and i found you wanting that which you did not have. You wanted to be taught the ways of pain. A lesson that will be seen at Revolution. Your evolution into an extreme being has begun. Win or lose this lesson shall teach you what it is to become the master of your own pain. this is not merely a victory for me to win. No i could careless if we both lay unconcious at the bottom of the bit dying. No this is a day the Student faces the teacher. Respect has grown and will either come to fruition or go right out the window in the pit. There are no skills or abilities in this pit. Its simple straight forward primal brutality. Watch Zion remember the pain and use it to fuel your rage for me. Your utter hatred!!"

** Shaman fades away as the images pick up elsewhere becoming something new something different.**

May 24th 2003 ---

Shaman charges forward with a clothesline, but Zion ducks under it, spins around and smashes the chair into Shaman's back!

CRACK!!!

Shaman grins.

Chase: Holy crap! That didn't put the big man down.

Mikal: I think he likes it.

CRACK!!!

This time, Zion warps the steel over Shaman's head. Although Shaman turns away, he does not fall.

Chase: Shaman just refuses to go down, even after that shot to the head.

Mikal: Is nothing. In Russia, ve use steel chairs in vedding ceremony to beat in-laws. Othervise, they may never leave.

With Shaman turned away, Zion swings the chair low, stabbing the edge of it into Shaman's hamstring. Shaman cries out and falls to one knee again.

CLACKT!!!

Chase: Zion is really showing an impressive amount of offense here.

Mikal: I suppose is all right for little man. But, Mikal prefers his men big.

Mikal doesn't seem to understand why Chase has begun to laugh so hysterically. Meanwhile, Zion moves around to the front of the kneeling Shaman and raises the chair high. The fans roar in anticipation of another brutal chairshot.

Crowd: ZION! ZION! ZION!


Without warning, Shaman reaches out and jabs his fingers into Zion's eyes. Zion stumbles back amid the disappointed groans of the fans.

** Shamans image fades back in as he begins to speak. **

Shaman: " Disturbing images of a man not folding or accepting defeat at your hands isn't it Zion. I have been your white whale haven't i Ahab. Your Holy Grail of sorts. I am at the top of the mountain you are climbing and yet you can never ever reach me Zion. I am my own being. You should have learned that it is i who have set your standards these last few weeks. It was me who was pushing all those buttons inside of you. It was me who began to play this end game. It was me causing our two worlds to collide. No Zion i've been watching you move about the ring and the WWA as of late. You have plenty of doubts don't you. You ask yourself can i possbly beat this man at his own game. Can i beat him with his own sick and twisted arts. No Zion you must begin to form your own immoral standards. You must delve deep into those primal instincts that are set in everyman. Your survival instincts are either going to destroy you or save you. No Zion your game is at hand. Will you be the hero or will you drop the ball?? That is a question you can only answer Zion!"

** Shamans image becomes full bodied and bold and clear as he walks forward towards the camera.**

Shaman: " Where am i in this grand scheme of things Jimmi Zion? I am and ever will be the one causing the pain and the fear. I am the doubt you have in your mind. I am the fear your family has and the fear you feel deep inside your soul. I am unknown to you now. Why you wonder! Simple i am that which you cannot understand. I change, I am unpredictable, I am your fear. Simply Zion i am your every nightmare come to life. Its time for a revolution and guess what. I am the conqueror!!"

** Shaman fades away as two words become solid and bold and bright on the darkness.**

GOT BLOOD!!