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[J.J.S.]

*The crowd begins to buzz as the FTW owner, Johnny J Shmoove walks out to his theme music, Bring Da Noise.  He's carrying a metal briefcase in one hand.  He looks at the crowd, shakes his head, then goes down the ramp and into the ring. He grabs a mic that's tossed to him.*

Johnny: Hello, ladies and gentlemen!

*crowd cheers*

Johnny: If you could shut up for a moment and pay attention for a change, I have something very important to ask to all wrestlers in back.

*boos.*

Johnny: You may be wondering what's in this briefcase.  This briefcase contains something that will make one very talented -or lucky- wrestler famous in Full Throttle Wrestling.  Only the best of the best may have it.  Allow me to show you what it is.

Opens the briefcase, which contains a shimmering gold belt inside.  He lifts it high above his head.

Johnny: This, is the FTW Internet Championship.

*crowd is dissappointed.*

Johnny: What? Were you expecting something else?  There will not be a World Title yet.  I haven't seen anybody remotely worthy of holding that belt yet.  But this title is just as good for now.  

Points to the back.

Johnny: One of you wrestlers in the back will have the distinct honor of being crowned the first ever FTW Internet Champion.  But, I need to see someone worthy enough of holding the belt.

Looks around.

Johnny: I want any wrestler, any wrestler at all to come out here right now, into the center of this ring, and explain to me exactly why you deserve to hold this title.  Please people, humor me.

Laughs.

Johnny:  I will decide who does the best job of convincing me into giving me this title.

*crowd is buzzing.*

Looks at watch.

Johnny: You may begin.... now!

*Johnny stands in the ring waiting for a response.*

[Phillip]

Devil Without A Cause Suddenly Hits the PA System, and Phillip Slowly Makes his way to the ring, while giving up time to rip up a sign from one of the fans

Phillip: Hey J.J.S, What the hell are you thinking do you think any of there in the back are worthy of this title? half of them arn't even worth the salary you pay them to wrestle! There's one man In the back who's worthy of holding that title, and It's Niel, This man has everything it takes and more to be a Champion, and his biggest selling point as to being a great champion....*Looks at the croud*.....He's not an average, brainless American! He a British, and The Dumbest thing your countrys ever dont - And Believe me you've done a lot of dumb things over the years - the dumbest thing your countrys ever dont was to remove your self's from the commonwealth.
J.J.S I suggest that Niel Face one of your FTW Employee's & the winner be crowned the Internet Champion, Cause I believe that Niel would be a History making champion, not only by being the first ever Champ, but being the most dominant. Think About It!

Phillip Turns away from J.J.S and Leaves the Ring

[The }{urricane]

*J.J.S. puts mic. up to his mouth to speak when the lights go out*

~STAND BACK..... THERE'S A HURRICANE COMIN' THROUGH!~

*The }{urricane enters the ring to loud cheers and gets a mic*

The }{urricane- Did I just hear, what I thought I heard? Did I just hear that Phillip thinks that NIEL deserves the FTW Internet Championship? Right here on WRESTLEXPRESS.NET?????? Whatsupwitdat!?!?!?!?!

*crowd cheers*

The }{urricane-J.J.S. the only man here who deserves that title is ME! Not Niel, I am constantly fighting evil like Niel and am always coming out victorious! Get out here Niel if your not scared to come face to face with The }{urricane

..........

[The Headliner]

The drilling chords of "Nothing" by A pound over the PA system, and Nathan Wolfe walks out through the entranceway, accompanied by his microphone-wielding manager, The Headliner. As the music drowns out, the boos continue.

The Headliner:
"(looking to the crowd) If you people don't want to be here, then get the hell out because we're not going anywhere! You paid your money, good for you, but we're here to earn it!

(looks towards the ring)

"And the way we're going to earn that money is by taking that FTW Internet Title, and putting it around the solid waist of Nathan Wolfe. If he wanted to, the Jersey Devil could walk down to that ring and take that shiny gold belt right now, and not a damn one of these pussies could stop him. But we've already established that everyone in FTW is scared of the big bad Wolfe, so all that's left to prove is why. And Mr Shmoove, given the opportunity to do so, Nathan Wolfe will claim that title in the time honored way and be the kind of champion you can be proud of! The kind of champion these morons will pay to see! The kind of champion that will protect... your... investment!"

[SavageRulz]

"Suck My Kiss" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers plays as SavageRulz makes his way to the ring escorted by The Harem, three very volumptous beautiful ladies!

*Crowd boos*

SR: Hahahahahaha, good God!!  I can't believe you people actually think that you deserve this title more than I.  THAT is the most ridiculous thing I have heard in my whole life.  Now, JJS, come on.  Look at me and tell me that this gold doesn't belong around my waist.  I dare you!  I am God's gift to wrestling.  I am the be all and end all of FTW.  Everyone knows it.  Nathan Wolfe?  Think about what would happen if you gave him the championship.  HE wouldn't be champ, Headgiver would.  Just like when Bill Clinton was in office and everyone knew that Hillary was the real President of the United States.  Niel?  Correct me if I'm wrong, but Niel hasn't shown his face anywhere near FTW!  The Hurricane?  Certifiably insane people who dress up in underwear and think they can fly should not be representing FTW.  Everyone knows what I've said is true!  I am the best thing since sliced bread.  And these three gorgeous ladies I have at my side aren't just for me tonight JJS.

*JJS looks confused at SR.  The crowd starts to "ahhhh"*

SR:  Girls...

*The Harem walks over to JJS and begin groping him and kissing him**

SR:  Hehe.  You see JJS, there are certain advantages and priviledges to having me, SavageRulz, be the FTW Internet Champion.

*SR smiles widely as The Harem continues to fondle JJS*

[Purple Marauder]

NYAR!

I Touch Myself by the Divinals begins to play.

"Look to the above Non Beliver!"
From hig above the arena a purple spotlight appers and the Purple Marauder is standing in the rafters in all his glory!
"NYAR!"
The Marauder is lowered from the rafters on a cord to the center of the ring!

I see before mine eyes many unworthy foes! And look hence.."
The Marauder eyes the Harem and their actions toward JJS. Be not decieved young warrior. The path that these wenches will lead you down is filled with deceit. Sure, they are appealing to yon eyes....especially that brunette...DAMN! Look at that Rack! It makes me have a tingling sensation in my nether regions! If I could just put my head in between them and shake it vigor......uh, but I digress! The Marauder sees that he has no alternative but to take this title to keep these greedy women from accosting anyone else who is unable to resist their advances. I deserve...NAY, I must claim this belt! It is my mission to protect the other males of the FTW! I am the only one styrong enough to handle all that comes with being a champion! Plus, I have a great thong that will go with that belt!! "

The Marauder turns to JJS.

"Mark my words and remember my warning! NYAR!"

The Marauder pulls his sword and points it skyward. Suddenly he is lifted to the rafters and disappears!

[A-Dubb]

*"Hom-She-Bom" by Twiztid plays as A-Dubb twiches while walking down to the ring*

*Crowd Cheers uncontrolably for 5 minutes*

A-Dubb: I swear, most of the talent that works for FTW are morons.

*Crowd Cheers*

A-Dubb: Look at them as they come out. You've got Phillip.

*Crowd Boos*

A-Dubb: Who the hell wrestles with the name "Phillip"? A borderline queer, that's who. Then you have The }{urricane.

*Crowd Cheers*

A-Dubb: I have no problem with the guy except that he's fighting for something that's clearly out of his league. Then there's Nathan Wolfe accopanied by his ever so annoying mouthpiece, Headliner.

*Crowd Boos*

A-Dubb: Nathan is about as smart as that ringpost *points* and Headliner deserves to be shot.

*crowd cheers*

A-Dubb: Then we have, SavageRulz...

*Mixed reaction*

A-Dubb: I just wanna... I just wanna *Hauls off and hits J.J.S.*

*Crowd cheers wildly*

A-Dubb: Oh sh(beep)!

*Helps J.J.S. up and hands him his mic*

A-Dubb: I'm sorry.

*J.J.S. begins to speak but not into the mic then smashes A-Dubb with the belt*

*Crowd boos*

*A-Dubb gets up almost right away, and is split open as J.J.S. watches in awe*

A-Dubb: As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted by that bastard with the cup of tea...

*J.J.S. slowly backs up to the ropes*

A-Dubb: Where was I? .... Oh yeah, And that purple freak, I won't even start on him. Bottom line is...

*Takes rope guard off*

A-Dubb: I deserve this title because I'm am Iron Man Mcgee.... Whopeeeee!

*Runs head first into un-guarded corner and falls down, then gets up seconds later bleeding even more then before, then leaves through the crowd*

[HX3Fan]

Suddenly, green,

white, and red spotlights move around the arena, while "Seven Nation Army" is heard through the speakers. Jack

Lupino and the Iceman arrive...

Jack Lupino: Excuse me, but are you obviously gonna consider awarding the FTW Internet

Title to any of those other boneheads who try to convince you?

(crowd boos)

First off, you got a shrimpy

wrestler who thinks that he's a hurricane. Then there's a guy who fly's to the ring in purple attire who makes

questionable remarks about women and screams "NYAR!" every ten seconds, an Australian who's already making

suggestions to give the title to another person rather than himself, and a guy who calls Headliner stupid, and then bangs his

own forehead into an exposed ring turnbuckle. This is pathetic!

(turns to other wrestlers)

Seriously, do

any of you think you are worthy enough of holding the gold?

(turns back to JJS)

Look, Johnny, I've got

someone much, much better for holding this title.

(turns to The Iceman)

Behold. This is the Iceman.

This is the real deal. He's  6'6''. He's 320lbs of solid muscle. He's like a concrete wall.

This is someone worthy enough of holding the FTW Internet Title. His strategy is unmistakable.

(turns to

JJS)

When you call me to tell me that the Iceman will be the first FTW Internet Titlist, here's my business

card.

(Lupino hands JJS a card)

It has my cell phone number on it. If you want to know where the Iceman and I

will be tonight, we'll be at our Penthouse suite in the Marriott hotel down the street. Come down there and ask the clerk

at the front desk for Lupino and company.

(Jack turns to one of Savagerulz's valets and winks at her)

How

you doin'.

Jack and the Iceman exit the ring.