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Transmission.

Cut to…

The Eagles Nest.

In an abandoned and isolated part of the arena kneels Cactus Jack in front of a large iconic Jim Morrison poster. An old tattered world map, which still has Germany divided into two seperate countries hangs on the wall in the backdrop. The broken fluorescent lights buzz in the background, some flicker as the last scrapes of life remaining in them fizz out despite their brave fight. Cables hang from the missing tiles in the ceiling, rubbish is spread across the floor and the Raven’s Nest loiter like discarded human-litter. Jack hunches, sporting a white ragged t-shirt branding the WCW logo tucked into his black wrestling tights which are augmented by his tan leather cowboy boots. Raven stands behind him in cut off denim shorts, black t-shirt which has some underground Grunge band depicted on the front, and ripped leather jacket with a plaid flannel shirt tied around his waist. He places a comforting hand gently placed on Cactus Jack’s shoulder.

Cactus tucks back a ragged lock of hair behind his remaining full ear and sniggers a little.

Cactus Jack: When I kneel here today, and contemplate upon everything that’s happened lately, I can’t help but think of Bob Dylan when he said “the times they are a changin’”. It seems that the whole landscape of the business we have come to know, and which some of us loved dearly, has once again changed without asking us whether or not we preferred it… just the way it was!!

Cactus rammed an accusing finger into the camera lens.

Cactus Jack: Legacy Wrestling has arrived… well, whoopee!

He moped ever so sarcastically as he twirled a finger into the air in mock-excitement.

Cactus Jack: Oh the times they are a changin’, but you see, while Uncle Eric was busy transforming the wrestling world, little ol’ Cactus Jack underwent a transformation of his own…

The hint of a grin began to spread across Jack’s face.

Cactus Jack: And, it’s because of one man… you see, one man had the courage; the strength; and the compassion to open my eyes, to show me the way; and allow me to kneel before his alter of pain. You see, I’ve been taught a lot recently – and it’s all because of Raven.

Cactus looked up devotedly at Raven who remained emotionless and cold, all but for his hand which still rested upon Jack’s shoulder.

Cactus Jack: Raven made me realise that I have got a moral obligation, you see the I'm on the path of righteousness. And righteous men wield a lot of power. And it’s what we choose to do with that power which defines us. It’s the cause we support which saves us. So, what I’m saying to you Legacy Wrestling, is that the situation is more serious than you would assume. You can't stop the wheels that have already been set in motion. No-one can stop them. No matter how hard they try, Legacy, it won’t work. This Thursday Night, at Shock, Raven is going to become the Legacy World Heavyweight Champion and I… I will get my salvation.

Jack smiles his happy-go-lucky toothy-grin.

Cactus Jack: So let’s put those fingers up, and until next time… BANG BANG!!!!!

Cactus fires off the finger-pistols into the air with a remarkably cheesy grin on his face as Raven stands over Jack’s hunched posterior with both his arms outstretched in the Crucifix (Wings of Raven) pose casting an imposing shadow over his lackey.

Raven: Quote the Raven; ...Nevermore.

Cut.

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