"What the hell am I going to do?", I question myself. There is absolutely nothing that can assist me in declaring myself the winner of the match. Everyone is drunk and unconcious. "This is it I guess... not much more for me here."

Philly Fats: "So what you are trying to tell me is that you won the fight between you and Swingblade?"

Clive Windsor: "And just to get this straight... there was no referee on site?"

Icehawg: "Sounds like you're trying to Amp us in my opinion..."

I glare at the CTO with an odd look spread over my face. "Amp you?" I've never heard the expression before...

Icehawg: "Yeah. You know. Do what -his- people do. Lie. Cheat. All of that good stuff."

Stuntman Colt Calhoun: "We can give him a chance... was there anyone else there at all to see you win? A squirrel or something?"

"What?" His questions are slightly confusing. Then again, SCC has always been an oddball. It wouldn't surprise me if he took my side just because of his off-the-wall antics. "That made no sense, Colt. So what are we going to do about this situation?"

Clive Windsor: "Well... we're going to need some kind of proof. See, no one was there to witness the actual win, which can cause a lot of problems when it comes down to the contracts to move on to the second round. Do you understand?"

Spinner: "I doubt it..."

Spinner has always had a personal vendetta against me. His trash-talking when I left the Canadian Wrassling Alliance and he took over did no justice for me either, since he seems to have a tad bit more swing with the way people think than I do, if I do at all. Then again, more recently, he's been more willing to keep an open ear since taking over the CFO position on the EC, so this could go either way.

Clive Windsor: "Unless you can provide some kind of evidence, we're going to have to take a trip up to Virginia and get one on one interviews with each resident. And then we have to get them to score it... which could take months. I just figure it would be easier to take both of you out..."

My eyebrows scrunch up instantly. "Are you ****ing serious!? Come on Clive... when have I lied about anything? I'm telling you... I did what I had to do to win the match, and Swingblade is back in Hollywood now. What more do you expect from me?"

As if perfectly on time, a fax comes through the Executive Committee's meeting room printer. A signed and notarized documentation stating that I officially won the match as witnessed by an old friend of mine... someone that I thought would just be laying low for a while.

Icehawg: "Schizophrenic? Sheesh... where the hell did you pull him up at?"

"He was an AWA Original, so I'm assuming he still lives in Richmond", I explain to the Wrassle[dot]Network Legend. He nods his head and hands the sheet of paper over to Clive Windsor, who throws a seal of approval on it.

Clive Windsor: "Congrats, Jay... you're moving on to the next round of the Bar Room Brawl. Good luck, and we'll see you then."