Scene: A shot of a small arena comes into our view, we see a banner which is hanging at the front " CZW: Trent Acid Farewell ". We see two men outside who are smoking, seemingly taking a break from the show. We get inside the arena and we see Chris Hero standing in the ring, all ready to face the man who is to leave the company. Trent Acid appears and the fans are booing the hell out of him, they don't like his reasons for leaving the company. He just smirks at them, not a care in the world on his mind as he slides into the ring. Chris Hero points at Trent Acid and looks out into the crowd, they start a " FUCK YOU ACID " chant. It doesn't bother Trent who just waves his arms, pretending to conduct the chants. They are hurt that someone like Trent Acid would turn his back on them but, that's the way it is in this business.

The match begins as we flash into the backstage area where we see a whole host of wrestlers, all of them pissed off. They see it as Trent Acid turning his back on the, not just the company. Ten minutes pass and we check back into the ring, Trent Acid just hit the Acid Bomb on Chris Hero who looks out of it. Trent Acid stands up and looks into the crowd with a smile on his face, the crowd all chanting for Chris Hero to rise back up to his feet. We know that there is no way Chris Hero is getting back up, all Trent has to do is pin him. He moves his hair away from his eyes and looks down at Chris Hero, he then lifts Chris Hero up and delivers ANOTHER Acid Bomb. The fans are going crazy, they are almost ready to stop Trent Acid now. Trent puts a foot on the chest of Chris Hero and he spits into the crowd, as the three count is made.

Trent Acid kicks Chris Hero out of the ring, who is in agony right now on the outside. Some workers from the back come and pull Chris Hero up, taking him away. That leaves Trent Acid in the ring with the fans looking on, each of them hurling abuse at him. He begins to laugh as he asks for a microphone, he gets handed one and looks out to all the crowd. He doesn't seems to care that he is leaving the company, he just continues to laugh. He once again spits out into the fans, he doesn't give a damn about any of them and it shows. He takes off the wrist tape and throws it to the ground, he removes his knee pads also. He raises the microphone to his mouth, as the crowd continue to scream at him.

Trent Acid: Why don't all of you just SHUT.. THE FUCK UP!

A man in the crowd jumps to ringside and motions for Trent Acid to fight him, Trent laughs.

Trent Acid: Come on in then fatboy.. I'll kick you're ass just as I did Chris Hero's.

The fan decides to slide into the ring and as he does, Trent Acid kicks him right in the face. The nose of the fan is broken, blood pouring from both nostrils. Trent Acid picks him up and throws him hard, onto the concrete floor. He picks his microphone back up.

Trent Acid: It's people like that, which make this place a problem for me.. It's that type of idiot that I no longer want to see, that man is the same as all of you.. A bunch of fat, broke and lazy people, that's all you are.. You get paid you're twenty dollars a week and then you come down here, buy you're ticket.. You'll watch the show, go back home.. Fuck you're wife, then it'll start all over again.. You people don't deserve me, you don't deserve to see a talent like Trent Acid in this very ring.. That's why I decided to leave this place, there's no competition here.. I kick everyone's ass, week after week.. I don't get paid more than those jackasses, fuck no.. I get paid LESS than some of the so-called SUPERSTARS in this company, it makes me sick.

" GET THE FUCK OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT "

Trent Acid: You want me to get out?

" GET THE FUCK OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT "

Trent Acid: I'll tell you something, if you don't want to see me.. Why don't YOU all get the fuck out? Answer me that.. I'll tell you why, as much as you chant that bullshit.. You came here tonight to see me perform, you all come to see Trent Acid.. That's why none of you can leave, you can't force yourselves to leave.. The only reason you'll buy a ticket is to see me, each and every week in this company.. The reason you're all angry is because now, without me.. This company is as good as.. DEAD!

Trent Acid sits on the top turnbuckle and pushes his hair back once again, he runs the sweat coming down his forehead. The crowd are not leaving, he was right with what he said. All of them have stayed to see what he has got to say and they won't leave till he is done.

Trent Acid: You all know this has been coming for a long ass time, you people knew I was bigger than this place.. This company is nothing in the world, it's a TINY dot on a huge map.. I need to move on to better myself and to rid myself, of all this shit.. All you ungrateful fucks who boo me now, after what I have done for this company.. You should be coming in this ring and bowing at my feet, without me.. CZW would have been a joke, it would have fallen before it begun.. I carried this place on my fucking back and THIS.. THIS is what thanks I get for it? No, FUCK YOU!

A few fans begin throwing beer into the ring, others throw food into the ring directly towards Trent. He doesn't even care, he just smiles and jumps off the turnbuckle to throw things back.

Trent Acid: Does it make you feel better?

He targets one man at the front and throws a hot dog right in his face, ketchup going all over him.

Trent Acid: I've got all night, I don't give a shit.. This just proves my point, everything that I was saying about you idiots.. Where else do you get this? You leave a company and people shit on you.. There is no other place on EARTH like this, this is a fucking dead end arena.. You people make me sick, fuck what you have to say to me.. I'm better looking, I have more money.. I actually HAVE a good job, which I am currently doing now.. I am getting paid to stand here and tell you all, what a bunch of wasters you are.. Not bad for an asshole right?

There is an awkward silence in the arena now, Trent awaits the next round of abuse aimed at him but, it doesn't come. He just shrugs his shoulders, amazed that they have suddenly stopped.

Trent Acid: I got a phone call from a man called, Sterling James Keenan.. He came to me with a proposal that I couldn't turn down, a company that is bigger than this place could ever be.. I'm heading for WWC, that's right.. I'm heading out into the big time, you people can all kiss my ass.. No more will I need to stick around this place, where you barely have fucking room to breathe.. You know what, fuck this.. This isn't even worth my time, I proved tonight why I am BETTER than anyone else here.. It's only a matter of time before I prove I am the BEST in the world, nobody can stop me.. Fuck you, I'm out.

Trent Acid throws the microphone down to the ground and flips the bird to the fans, who are going crazy. He leaps out of the ring and walks to the back, laughing all the way at the irate fans. He disappears as our scene fades to black.