"Poem" by Taproot rips into the convention center speakers and the crowd rises in anticipation of the main event for the night! The lights are out and a fog rolls across the stage, slowly trickling down the ramp and around the ring. Red, blue, green and blinding white lights illuminate the once darkened building, changing the color of the fog as it moved on. Towers of fire explode, one after another, starting from the sides of the base of the ramp and lead to the stage, an entire wall of fire exploding upward before parting at it's center and slowly dieing away!!

Standing at the center of the stage, his newly won X-Treme Championship in hand, was one of the members of the rebel group The Outsiders, Gojinn. The up and rising star yelled out to the crowd as he lowered it and slung one of the straps over his shoulder.

Coach: This is ridiculous. Mr. Arcane would never have allowed a ridiculous match like this to HEADLINE a CWE run show! Someone back there is playing games!

Todd Grisham: Well, nevertheless, the ALL Outsiders main event of the night is here finally!

Josh Mathews: Sure is, Todd and I'm feeling the excitement just like these fans right now!!

Coach: I hope someone from Monopoly just BURIES these guys! I hope they're so weak at the end they can't even DEFEND against a beating!

Grisham: That's real nice, Coach.

Mathews: Jonathan Coachman, everybody.

Coach: Show some respect for the bosses group! He owns you all!

Mathews: Are you insinuating he owns you as well?

Coach: You're damn right! His names on my checks! He owns my ass!

Grisham: *Tries not to burst out laughing*

Mathews: *Got the joke just as fast*

Coach: The hell's so funny?!

Gojinn made his way to ringside, slapping the outstretched hands of a few fans along the trip down the ramp. He was wearing his trademark black trench coat, black loose fit pants, white shoes, black finger cut gloves and a black Outsiders branded sleeveless t-shirt. He slid the title into the ring and followed after, scooping it up and quickly mounting the far turnbuckle, holding it high for everyone to see. The crowd popped for the champ, as he lowered it and turned his sights to the entryway, hopping down to the mat below.

The relative newcomer removed his trench and handed it off to the official as he started pacing the ring. He threw the belt up over his shoulder waiting on his team mate, Red. The two had talked a lower-tier exec into making the main event, based solely on a drunken bet that one could beat the other in a match. Arcane would hate them for it, probably fire the exec for not featuring anyone from Monopoly and still be stuck with the end result! The lights dropped again and "Poem" slowly filtered out, settling the electric crowd....