(The big screen comes to life. In a dimly lit locker room, Sambo sits.)

Sambo: I've waited too long for this.

(A "You took steroids" chant breaks out.)

No shit.

(It dies.)

This is what it all comes down to. I've done it all: World titles, IC titles, Tag titles, Hardcore titles, TV titles...hell, I've even retired and come back. I'd say that would make my career quite complete and me a future hall of famer...so why would I bother with this?

And it is very simple: this is the only place where I've been challenged every day. This is the place where, when my ego got too big, they sent me home without a paycheck for a month. And this is also the only place where, when those two primadonna tag teamers felt they were better than everyone else, they were dealt with. Hell, this is the only place where I maintained a winning record and still wasn't good enough for the World title. This...is home.

(An FCW chant breaks out.)

Now, I'm not going to come out and say that this is my last match. I did that already, and it didn't work. But what you are going to get is Sambo in as tip top shape as he can possibly be. I've worked myself into such a shape where I am the best example out there of balancing speed and power. This is a Sambo that you haven't seen before, but I assure you that you will not forget. Let's start the show.

Scion leans against the wall with his eyes closed, occasionally putting a cigarette to his lips. Scion looks a little bigger than he had been in his FCW prime, as injuries over the years have kept him from keeping the grueling training schedule he had back in the day. He is wearing a black leather jacket along with one of his old FCW Scion t-shirts. His black jeans and boots accentuate his mono-color attire.

Scion throws his cigarette to the ground and steps on it, as he looks up at the camera. Scion then gets a bit of a smile on his face. Before he begins to speak, he looks the wall of FCW Arena up and down and nods in approval.)

Scion: Man, it's hard to believe it's been three years. Never an easy thing to handle when the best years of my wrestling career are probably over and I'm not even 30 yet. But I wouldn't take what I did in the FCW back for anything. I didn't come out here to bore the fans to tears, but I want to give them a brief little story.

Six years ago I was the very first graduate of Speed Racer's Wrestling Academy. I know, I know. Mentioning his name around here won't win me anything but indignant sneers, but the fact is, he DID train me. He got me a contract with another fed he happened to be involved in which should stay unmentioned because it's a piece of shit. I was in the "Japan" division since the league had supposedly blossomed enough to warrant having worldwide exposure. Or so THEY thought. I went over there, not for a second thinking that I'd get things handed to me based on who trained me. And sure enough, things weren't handed to me. In fact, things went so poorly over there that I quit after a few weeks. It pissed my teacher off, and pissed a lot of other wrestlers off but it was something I felt I had to do for the good of my career.

So there I was, sitting at home unemployed. After all, nobody knew who I was, so why the hell should I get any gigs? Even on the indy circuit, nobody seemed impressed with me. Just when I was about to call it quits, I got a call from a man named James Crawford. He said he saw some of my matches while I was stuck in the Orient and thought I had some potential. He told me he was planning on opening up a league called Full Contact Wrestling and wanted me to be a part of it. He didn't make me any promises. He didn't kiss my ass because of who trained me. He simply gave me a chance and said that it was up to me to make good on that chance. And I'd like to think that during my FCW tenure, I made good on the opportunity he gave me. I'm not going to lie and say that I always saw eye to eye with Crawford nor did I get along with all of my peers. A couple of my brief departures from the FCW were very volatile and very public. Back then, I was a hot-head and tended to say the wrong things to the wrong people. I'm not going to try and justify it years later. I was an asshole. Plain and simple.

But the moral of the story is that when everyone had seemingly given up on me. When I'd even given up on myself, James Crawford and Full Contact Wrestling gave me a shot. Even when I left on bad terms, Crawford found it in himself to ultimately bring me back, forcing me to work harder each time to get back to any sort of top position. He challenged me so that I could get more out of myself, and I'm pretty sure it was the best thing he could ever have done. So for that, I'm eternally thankful. Regretful for all the bad shit I did. But thankful that he was able to forgive.

(Scion lights up another cigarette, as he once again leans back on the wall, seemingly lost in thoughts amid the buzzing of construction inside the building.)

When all was said and done, I was a two-time FCW World Champion and held the FCW Tag Belts once. Not only did I hold the FCW World Title....but I was the second FCW World Champion in it's history. I defeated Most Holy in April of 2001, and that's when my career started to blossom. Then my second World Title reign came in November 2001 as I defeated Darian Blaze. And then I proceeded to have, at the time, the longest FCW World Title reign in it's history. When all was said and done, it became the second-longest reign as Jean pretty much doubled it....and deservedly so.

I'm not out here to tell you all what you already know though. I just wanted to point out how the number 2 has always played a part in my FCW career. Crawford gave me a second chance. I was the second FCW World Titleholder. I ended up with the second-longest World Title reign. And I was one of the two final FCW Tag Champs. Oh, and I guess I was often a piece of shit too, so the number 2 truly did make it's mark on my FCW career. I'll let you numerology experts dissect it further.

I do want to quickly mention my Tag Title reign though. I teamed up with a man whom I always respected. Someone who challenged me just as much as I challenged him. And a man who I am proud to share the title of "final FCW World Tag Champs" with. That being Darian Blaze. It's been years since I've talked to Darian, but he was a top-notch talent and I'm glad to be mentioned alongside of him. Sure, I did BEAT him for my second and final FCW World Title reign, but I always considered him an equal even when he didn't return the favor. One thing is for sure. I've got that FCW Tag belt on the mantle of my living room and it almost brings a tear to my eye every time I see it. While it seems a fad in wrestling leagues to deface belts, or steal belts or essentially destroy the prestige of what you had done, I will never do that. I never got a chance to say how much that belt, and my World Title reigns meant to me, and so I just felt I had to do just that....three years later. Better late than never.

(Scion continues with the cigarette, looking at it disgustingly as he puts it out.)

God, that stuff'll kill me. I just need to quit. Where was I? Oh yeah, now that I've talked about the past, let's talk about the present. I get a call a month or so ago from Nik Cain saying he was going to put together a reunion show and he wanted me to be a part of it. It took me all of one second to accept. I'm fully recovered from my catastrophic knee injury I suffered 2 years ago and have just been waiting for an opportunity. Unfortunately, I'm not particularly fond of either of the "big" feds out there right now so my options are as limited as they were back in the winter of 2000. So I am SO ready for this show, and even though James Crawford isn't a part of the proceedings, I think we're all here to honor not only what he created but to honor the fed that so many of us called home....the F - C - Fucking - W.

And my opponent this evening is going to be Sambo. Sambo is a guy who pretty much has the same background as me. He was in a fed, and got treated like crap until the fed closed and he was out of a job. Much like with me, Crawford took a risk on that young talent and he ended up blossoming into a top-tier performer. Sambo is a hell of an athlete, and while I can't say his acting's terribly well-done, at the very least he had a wrestling career to always fall back on.

But really, I don't have anything bad to say about Sambo. He and I never really feuded. Sure we had matches on occasion, but I never had a problem with me, and he never had a problem with me. Don't get me wrong. I don't plan on losing tonight when I take him on. I might not be in the prime shape I was in three years but I'm also not going to come out here and be embarrassed by him. I've been waiting three years for this chance to once again step into an FCW ring, and I hope I can give the fans a good show. And speaking of good shows...

(Scion waves to someone behind the camera. And into the scene leaps former FCW Women's Champ...the lovely Rhapsody. She gives Scion a big hug, and turns to the camera. Not only is she too wearing an FCW t-shirt...albeit a belly-bearing one, and blue jean shorts, but she is also wearing her FCW Women's Title, a belt she held for 175 days until it was retired.)

Rhapsody: Hey big guy, what's up?

Scion: Long time no see, Rhaps. Are you geared up for tonight?

Rhapsody: You know it! I've got my FCW Women's Title here and I'm ready to defend it.

Scion: That's all well and good. But I'm pretty sure there aren't any female challengers, and I'm doubly sure you're not booked this evening.

Rhapsody: Really?

Scion: Yeah, really. Sorry girl. If you want, you can come out to the ring with me for my match with Sambo. And hell, I'm pretty sure the Thespians would love for you to be out there with them too. After all, you're just as nuts as they are.

Rhapsody: Sad but true. I didn't come here expecting to compete though. Honestly, I was in FCW in some form or another for the whole run. Even when you got suspended all those times, I still came to work because I loved it.

Scion: I didn't get suspended. I had disagreements.

Rhapsody: And I'm Tom Cruise. Oh wait, check that, I just stalk Tom Cruise. Anyways, Nik Cain called me up and said what this FCW show was lacking was some T&A so I decided to accept his offer to be at Night Of The Living Dead tonight.

Scion: I'm pretty sure I know Nik Cain, and I'm pretty sure he did NOT say they needed T&A tonight. But regardless of your delusional reasons for being out here tonight, I'm glad you are. What do you say we go inside and mingle with the rest of the guys. I'm pretty sure there's sandwiches back there.

Rhapsody: And Mark Payne's there!

Scion: Well yeah, sure he is.

Rhapsody: If he wasn't married, he'd SO be mine.

Scion: Ummm....don't you work with him at your current gig?

Rhapsody: So? He's still hot, no matter where he works.

Scion: Ahem, yeah. Anyways FCW, I'm glad this show is happening, and I hope I can put on the performance of my life for all of you fans.

(As Scion gets to his feet and slides out of the ring, the crowd cheer him on. As he and Rhapsody head towards the back, he receives lots of pats on the back and thank yous from the fans.)