'We Belong' by Insane Clown Posse begins to play on the PA-System. It was time Captiol E thought backstage as he looked down at the ground, it was time again to step out into the crowd, take their boo's, take their racism, and again to stand up for what he belives. He fixes his attire, weather tonight it be a suit for him to make points about how racist America is or to make speech of how injustice this company has been to him, either way the suit gave him the right as every other American who wore won, it gave him freedom of speech. And weather it be the yellow or red trunks with his name in his Arabic tounge. He looked up as his manager placed his turban on his head. The turban fit right as it always did and the long fabric just laid across his neck as he started his walk down to the ring. He pushed back the curtain with his left hand and walked out into the bright lightsand loud frantic screams and boo's from the crowd and the light above. He moved on out to the ramp in a slow walk and just stopped a top the ramp. The crowd was booing him and it made him angry as he had to just show his face and was already booing him. His face was very disgusted as he walked on down, hearing the crowd start chants of USA....USA...USA...USA...USA. He just tried to ignore them as he walked down the ramp. his manager beside him was screaming at them as they began to throw objects, and it was in native tounge. Captiol E stopped again at the bottem of the ramp and slowly raised his arms up as he held his head back and was praying....'Please Help me tonight...Help me make my point clear to these people....Help me if attacked from some one....Please help if some one is mad because I beat them and they take an advantage behind my back..... He then let his arm fall to his side fast as the white pyro from the ramp expoloded. Captiol E then walked over to the stairs as his manager walked up the stairs first and across the ring side and stepped one leg over the second rope and placed his shoulder under the first and pushed up spacing the ropes as Captiol E walked up the stairs. He ducked under the space and stepped into the ring. The crowd died down as did the music. Captiol E was then gave a mic and he put it to his lips


-Captiol E- "As I come out again....I'm booed again for one reason....You boo me because of my apperance. But I'm not going to say anything to you as I hate to be cut off by your arrogance and biggtry.....So I'm here to ask for something and Mr. Waltman can give it to me and only him....So Waltman...."


-The crowd just got louder with their chants of USA. E just placed the mic to his side as he looked out at the crowd digusted as they wasn't going to listen to what he had to say.


-Captiol E- "SILENCE YOUR STUPID BABBLING.....((-Silence-))....Now as I was going to say.....Well ask is this....Mr. Waltman you and your so called non-racist fans want me gone Right?....((-Loud Hell Yeas-)).....Well how about this....YOu vs. Me.....One on One.....Barb-Wire....Cage match.....Here are the stips.....If I win I get a #1 contender spot for the belt.....But if....IF....I lose I walk away from SCW and you and your blind crowd will never see my face again....So you bring your ass down here and I sign something or whatever you do....And let me get your answer....NOW!!!!!!"


-He lays the mic down at his feet as he stands there waiting on Waltman....


((OOC: TBC By Waltman....ONLY!!!!))

" Captiol E waits for James Waltman to come out in the arena, standing in the center of the ring with a deep grin on his face. Suddenly the lights turn off as a huge " X " Xplosion booms near the entrance ramp. " Sittin ' Sideways " By Paul Wall plays all over the p.a system. Captiol E is seen in the ring with a smile on his face. The crowd grows wild as Mr. James Waltman makes his way through the black silk curtains as he is spotted near the entrance way. Mr. James Waltman has on a black buisness suit and one hundread dollar sunglasses on. His usual jet black curly hair wet, and a red bandanna covering half of it, which usually drapes below his broad shoulders. James Waltman has a deep smile on his face as he walks along the entrance way. He slaps a few hands on the way as he slowly walks along the steel steps. He makes his way through the ropes and into the ring. He walks to Howard Finkel, asking for a micophone. Howard hands him a microphone as the lights turn back on and " Sittin' Sideways " By Paul Wall fades from the speakers. The green fog stops spreding in the arena and the remains of the fog suddenly vanish mysteriously into thin air. Captiol E and his manager, both standing near a turnbuckke corner, with smiles on their faces. Mr. James Waltman, standing in the center of the ring, holding the microphone tightly in his hands. The crowd starts a USA..USA..USA chant as Muhammad Hassan's smile turns into a hideous frown. The crowd grows dead silent, showing their appreciation to Mr. James Waltman. Mr. James Waltman brings the microphone up to his lips. He clears his throat a bit as he begins to speak. "

Mr. James Waltman: Ladies and Gentleman, Viewers watching at home, I'm truly sorry that you had to just watch that promo. No wonder WWE took Muhammad Hassan out of their company. I don't blame them at all. But unlike other owners, I allow all types of races in this buisness. Captiol E, I'm sick and tired of having to hear you whine and complain every damn day out here in the ring. May I ask what the hell is wrong with you? Why is that you are the only SCW superstar to whine and complain? Listen, I'm not going to hurt you, Well maybe not today, But I'm willing to help you resolve your damn problem.

" Mr. James Waltman pauses for a second. Captiol E glares at Mr. Waltman with an angry look on his face. His manager, standing tall right behind him, makes unpleasant faces at Mr. Waltman. The crowd suddenly starts the U.S.A chant as Captiol E and his manager starts throwing a tantrum. Mr. James Waltman, looking at both Captiol E and his manager, starts laughing hysterically. "

Mr. James Waltman: This is not the place to act like wild untamed animals. You guys need to chill. These fans have every right to chant U.S.A all they want because it's their beloved and devoted country. So you want a match with me, Mr. James Waltman. You got to be kidding me. Do you know my history? Do you know who the hell I am? Fine, I'll give you your damn answer.

" Both Captiol E and his manager with smiles on their faces, waiting for the right answer from Mr. Waltman. "

Mr. James Waltman: It's official. Next week, We will do a contract signing. James Waltman Vs Captiol E, Double tables match

" The crowd grows wild. Captiol E is standing in the corner with an exited look on his face. "

Mr. James Waltman: You don't make the decisions around here, I do. The stipulations are followed. If you somehow beat he, which I doubt, Then you get my respect in the SCW and I will leave you alone. You will then get a shot to face an opponent of my choosing to earn the number one contendership spot for the SCW World Heavyweight Championship. But....If I win the match, Which is a 100% possibility, You will not leave the SCW. We don't have quitters in the SCW. If you lose, You will repsect each and everyone of these fans out here. You want respect? Ever heard of " Treat others like you want to be treated " ? Well thats what you are going to have to do after I kick your ass all over the arena. The contract signing will begin the day after House Show I. See you there.

" Mr. James Waltman drops the microphone in the center of the ring, with a smile on his face. Captiol E, along with his manager, both start glaring at Waltman. Mr. Waltman nods his head at both of them as he steps out of the ring. Mr. James Waltman heads backstage as the cameras fade to a brief commercial break. "