( Our scene opens as we see Triggaman navigating the busy streets of downtown Los Angeles fresh off of his first Elevation win. Triggaman finally sees his destination, Club Rage. Triggaman walks over to the club entrance, no line, just a huge bouncer in dark shades, a few people fall in line behind Triggaman but nobody seems to be in to much of a rush, with such a small line surely all of them will get in. That thought is quickly put to rest as the bouncer’s thunderous voice informs them otherwise. )

Bouncer: The club is at capacity, no one else is going to be getting in tonight.

Triggaman: Come on man, I’m here trying to celebrate my first win tonight?

Bouncer: First win? First win at what?

(A fan wearing a blue XWF shirt towards the back of the line interrupts)

XWF Fan: HE’S THE TRIGGAMAN! He won tonight at the XWF show.

Bouncer: Damn, ya’ll made me think this guy was important, XWF, pssh. The XWF hasn’t been relevant since it was sold for the first time, all of ya’l get outta here including you Tiggaman.

(Before Triggaman even has a chance to respond the XWF fan chimes in once more)

XWF Fan: IT’S TRIGGAMAN!!!!!

Bouncer: Whatever.

(As they are walking away from the club Triggaman approaches the XWF fan.)

Triggaman: Yo man, thank’s for trying but I guess the new XWF is small fish in huge pond.

XWF Fan: No problem, and if you keep doing what you did tonight, everybody is gonna know your name.

Triggaman: Thank’s again man, wait.... aren’t you.... Willie Warren from the Clippers?

Warren: Yeah, you got me.

Triggaman: Why didn’t you just tell that bouncer who you were?

Warren: I ride the bench....for the Clippers.

Triggaman: Good point, but why would he know me and not you?

Warren: Eh, he looked like a wrestling fan.

Triggaman: Oh, well it was cool meeting you and everything, I’m gonna head back to my hotel, how bout an autograph before I go?

Warren: I usually charge $10 for those.

Triggaman: No, I meant.... nevermind. It was good meeting you man, peace.

(With that Triggaman walks away with the feeling that his victory over Blake Valentino and Night Terror wasn’t as big of a deal as he had originally thought it was. As the Triggaman loses himself in thought replaying the last sequence of events over again in his mind he almost walks right into one L.A.’s famed streetwalkers.)

Triggaman: Sorry, wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.

Streetwalker: That’s okay hunny, why don’t you put my mouth to good use.

(One thought passes through Triggaman’s mind, herpes...herpes...herpes...and....herpes.)

Triggaman: No thanks, I’m good.

(Triggaman continues to walk but suddenly feels a hand on his shoulder, out of pure reflex he quickly spins around and elbows the streetwalker in the face. In a matter of seconds the streetwalker is down on the sidewalk.)

Triggaman: I’m so sorry, are you okay?

(Triggaman checks on the steetwalker but she is unconscious with blood trickling down her nose. The loud L.A. streets have suddenly gone silent but the silence doesn’t last long though, suddenly a loud clacking noise is heard. Triggaman turns to see what is making the noise and its another streetwalker running across the street in his direction. )

Streetwalker #2: YOU KILLED HER!!!!

Triggaman: No, no, no, I didn’t mean it and she’s not dead.

(A black Cadillac with dark tinted windows slowly pulls up, the second streetwalker runs over to it)

Streetwalker #2: You’re gonna get it now asshole!

(The streetwalker leans into the window of the Cadillac then starts pointing in Triggaman’s direction. The drivers side door to the Cadillac now opens and out pops the most enormous purple leopard print hat in the history of the world. The only thing funnier than that is the fact that it’s attached to perhaps the smallest pimp in the history of the world. If Triggaman didn’t just punch out a random hooker he’s probably be laughing his ass off but even under the circumstances he’s still on the brink of laughing.)

Pimp: Aww hell no, nobody puts they hands on my bottom bitch.

(The pimp comes charging at Triggaman who just side steps him)

Triggaman: Look man, just leave it alone, I didn’t mean it.

Pimp: It don’t matter, you’re fuckin with my business now I’ma fuck you up

(The Pimp reaches into his pocket and pulls out a knife and charges at Triggaman once again, this time Triggaman punches him in the throat. After seeing her pimp get knocked out the second streetwalker hops in his Cadillac and speeds off. Triggaman just shakes his head and walks away)

Triggaman: I hate L.A.

F A D E T O B L A C K

Closing Thoughts

At first I was weary as to weather or not wrestling could fill the void created by turning my back on the life of a hired gun. As soon as my music hit and those fans started cheering my doubts quickly dissipated. The way my adrenaline was pumping you’d think I had just dropped a running target with one shot from 900 meters. That’s just how I felt on the way to the ring, once the fists started flying the real fun began. My arsenal was tweaked, all the overly lethal moves I learned over the years were removed and still I prospered. Blake Valentino’s half hearted threats and over-inflated ego did nothing to soften the blow when his head was bouncing off the canvas courtesy of the One Shot Kill. A couple hours later the adrenaline rush was gone and it was time for me to celebrate my first victory however fate had other plans. I had to settle for a glass of rum and a cigar back at my hotel room but in the end I guess it all worked out for the best because I need to get an early start tomorrow. You see tomorrow I prepare for my next match, tomorrow I prepare for Bill Blakk, tomorrow I prepare FOR WAR! You gotta love Jon Brown because he sure as hell doesn’t beat around the bush, he wants to know who the best wrestler is on the roster and he wants to know now. The funny thing is that the two most talented people on the roster don’t have backgrounds in wrestling. The Triggaman and Bill Blakk, the first new roster members to be booked in an Elevation main event. Here we are going into the third week of the companies reopening and we’re already making history. Yeah, history, that seems to be all that I can think about when I look at Bill Blakk because more or less he’s what I used to be which is exactly why I’m preparing for war this week. With only one match to look at I don’t know exactly what Bill Blakk can do inside that ring but I know damn well it ain’t gonna be pretty. Whatever it is though, I'll be ready.