First the Tag Titles, then the World!

[Anthony Jordan]

*The crowd explodes as Pearl Jam's "Even Flow" hits. "The Role Model" walks out onto the stage wearing a "Team USCW" T-shirt and a pair of khakis. He looks to be in tremendous spirits as he walks down the ramp and plays to the crowd.*

Cross: "And here might be the happiest man in the IWF roster! Not only did he beat Jake Seven, but he will have two title shots over the next two weeks!"

Ventura: "Not because he deserves it, mind you, but because Crazy Bill wants to upset the Ringmaster and Jake Seven."

Cross: "Given what happened to the Ringmaster at International Incident, I doubt he's even aware of anything right now."

*Jordan reaches the ring and hops up the steps. He strolls half-way down the apron before entering the ring. Jenny Stark's already offering her microphone as Jordan makes his way to her. He takes the microphone and ascends the ropes in the closest corner as he holds his arms out to the side to let the fans bask in his glory.*

Ventura: "He better live it up now because the Faction is a lot tougher than Jake Seven!"

*Jordan finally hops down and backs up to the center of the ring as "Even Flow" cuts off. He lifts up the microphone and looks at the crowd.*

Jordan: "Things are finally going my way."

*He chuckles as he paces around the ring.*

Jordan: "I could spend time bragging about beating Jake Seven, but that would be akin to the Sun bragging about rising in the morning, so let me skip to important matters."

*Jordan gives his goofy grin as the fans cheer.*

Jordan: "After months of fighting the good fight, I finally have contract with IWF that compensates me fairly!"

*The fans cheer as Jordan holds his arms up in victory.*

Ventura: "Has he deserved it?"

Cross: "With what he has done in his career, I would say so."

*Jordan looks around again.*

Jordan: "Yeah, that is what I am talking about! No more next-too-highest tax bracket for me! I am so happy to be rich again...WOO!"

*Jordan smiles as he is genuinely happy.*

Ventura: "How arrogant can one man get?"

Jordan: "Now that would normally be enough, but wait, it gets better!"

*Jordan holds up the index finger on his free hand like a cheesy game show announcer.*

Jordan: "Kid Kaos and I will team to take the IWF Tag Team Titles from Michael John Windsor and Croc!"

*The crowd explodes at the thought of Team USCW taking the gold.*

Cross: "The fans are loving that idea!"

Jordan: "Some of you might be saying, 'But, Anthony, beating Windsor and Croc is no easy task. Do not take them lightly!' First off, it is Mister Jordan, to you, Mister Address Me in a Familiar Manner. Second, the team of Croc and Windsor might be enough to scare a majority of teams in wrestling...back in 2005, but in 2008, Team USCW has nothing to fear from the grumpy, old men. Even if they manage to subdue or escape Kaos' speed, they have no answer for my technical prowess. The Faction is a case of big names, little talent."

*The fans roar in agreement.*

Jordan: "Kaos will help me go into that at depth, but I really must get to the most important matter."

*The crowd quietens down as Jordan walks around the ring before taking a knee.*

Jordan: "And that matter is that on July Twelfth, I will become the first quadruple Undisputed World Champion as I will win a one-night tournament to become the NEW IWF WORLD CHAMPION!"

*The fans go wild again as Jordan stands up and pretends like he's clutching a belt just barely dangling over his head.*

Ventura: "He'll face stiff competition. Not only from the Faction, but from his USCW allies, too. Who's to say Kid Kaos won't leave Jordan out to hang at Revolution to soften him up for the Saturday Night Special?"

Cross: "Good point, Jesse. Kaos has shown that he doesn't quite have the admirable qualities Anthony Jordan possesses, such as loyalty."

Jordan: "Get ready for a double champion because I am cashing in on both my title shots in the next two weeks!"

*Jordan plays to the fans until...*

[Justin "Fucking" Voss]

The P.A. System rings out...

"Johnny "Fucking" London... Play time is over"

The crowd looks on wondering what the resident IWF jobber could possibly be planning. One single purple pyro poofs up from the corner of the stage as the sound of a record skipping begins playing throughout the arena. Johnny London walks out from behind the curtain with some new attire and a new attitude. London is clad in a pair of sweatpants and a sleeveless shirt. His arms are now covered in tattoos as he dawns two full sleeves.

Johnny London:
"Anthony Jordan... quadruple Undisputed Champion. That sounds amazing, doesn't it?"

Jordan looks on in the ring, loving the attention he is getting. He flashes his goofy grin, but is quickly cut off.

Johnny London:
"What about me? What about London?! I have been here in this God-forsaken place for years now. Have I ever gotten a title shot? No! I bust my ass, Anthony. I sweep up after the shows, I clean the parking lot, and I have to pay for my own transportation to get from city to city. Why don't you think I'm ever at the Pay-Per-Views? I can't fucking afford the airfare!"

Jordan looks confused as London continues on down the ramp. He shoots a glare out to the fans who attempt to grab a piece of him.

Johnny London:
"Not anymore Jordan, not anymore. I'm tired of playing third fiddle. I'm tired of losing to Fat Chocolate. That's why I'm entering this tournament for the title and when I win, things around here will be different. No longer will the IWF be plagued with the AJs, the Crocs, and the Donzigs. It's not time for a new era, because I've been here already... I've paid my dues. It's time for a "Fucking Revolution"."

London slides into the ring and goes nose to nose with a tournament favorite. Jordan chuckles, lifting his own microphone to his mouth. He doesn't need to waste his time on Johnny London.

Anthony Jordan:
"Liste---"

Boom. The microphone echoes as it smack the ground. London cocked back and knocked the mic right from Jordan's hands. AJ looks on in disbelief, but London pours it on him.

Johnny London:
"I said, it's my time Jordan. You don't get to talk until I tell you to. You don't run this fucking show anymore, I do. Johnny London is a changed man. I have ice running through my veins and I won't surrender. I'm taking this federation by storm and when I win the World title... I'll force this place to turn upside down as I shake it's very foundations."

London looks away from Jordan for a second, looking out to the crowd. He quickly looks back, right in AJ's eyes.

Johhny London:
"Johnny "Fucking" London, don't forget the name."

London flips AJ his microphone and rolls out of the ring as Jordan fumblems the mic. AJ picks it up as London walks towards the back, does he say anything.