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The lights in the arena dim as the stage lights turn dark blue. The titantron lights up with an urban camo background, the worlds 'JAMIE BADER' are shown in white, with a spray-paint effect.

In the city of dreams
You get caught up in the schemes
And fall apart in the seam tonight
That boy he is the bomb, from B.K. to the Bronx
And it's the fortunate one who dies
(New York, you ready?)

Jamie Bader slowly walked out of the curtain as the music played, a mic in his right hand. He was all business tonight, this was his chance to make a first impression. Jamie slowly walked from one side of the ramp to the other, his hands extended to his sides in the Bret Hart fashion.



He moved from LAS to SoHo (hooo)
A few blocks for those who don’t know (ohh)
Down the hall punched a hole in the wall
Bounced out, all are in control
Certified son of a gun
Learns life lesson 101
Don’t fly too high on your own supply
Get burnt by the sun

"Cut the music!" He shouted in the mic as the music died down and the lights returned to normal. He strolled down the ramp a ways until he was about midway. "Good, good...We're off to a good start. Now then, for those of you inbred hicks who can't read--" He said, pointing to the titantron. "--My name is Jamie, Jamie Bader." The crowd was a little uneasy about this new superstar, some of the closer fans were boo-ing him. "And I'm here to--SHUT UP!" He shouted as he fronted a punch at a fan, causing him to flinch. "I'm talking! I have the mic! This isn't karaoke! Shut your traps and listen!" He barked as the crowd began their 'What!?' chants. It was kind of stupid since he himself had a slight southern tinge to his voice.

"As I was saying, I'm Jamie Bader, and I've been brought here for one reason: ratings. I mean let's face it, this show is plummeting. I have been in that locker-room and it's full of no-names, has-been's, and never-will-be's" He continued as he held up three fingers. The crowd began to boo loudly now. "I know, I know, It sucks that you all paid good money to see some mid-carders throw a few at one another, but you can rest assured that I will have all of this taken care of!" He smiled a smug smile as he began to walk around the outside of the ring slowly, staring at fans.

"Yes, yes--This dump needs a lot of work." He said in the mic, as if it was instinct. He grabbed a fan's bottled water from him, pausing to dump it out on the padded floor before throwing the bottle back at him. "I see you all have gotten your 'What Would Jed Do' T-Shirts and your...Your...Your Hiro wristbands--Oh wait! Look at this kid with his 'Nuke Fusion' shirt, Ha!" He laughed as some of the surrounding fans began to thumbs-down in his face. He snatched a beer from a fan and threw it all over the lot before putting the cup down and crushing it under his foot. He turned back around and stuck his tongue out as he knocked a hot-dog out of another one's hands. "Stuff it, punks" He blurted as he knocked on the top of one of the announce tables. "At least they got the announcers right."

After he was done criticizing the place, he slowly walked back to the ramp, his voice barely reaching over the thunderous 'A-HOLE!' chants. "All you little kid's and fat teenagers--Oh, I didn't forget about you ugly girls, yes: you too can rest your not-so pretty little heads at night. This company is in good hands. Ah-Hahahahaha!" He finished with a dark chuckle as he performed his taunt, the JBL longhorn taunt. "Ah-Hahahaha!" Those at home could still hear his laugh due to the camera close up.

Jamie growled as this..This buffoon came out and stole his spotlight! He gripped the mic tightly and pulled his shades off, his dark brown orbs glaring at the other man. He walked back to the ring and pointed his hand at the man as he hung his shades in his shirt pocket. He slowly walked up the steps and entered the ring, the crowd boo-ing him once more.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" He announced into the mic as he continued to point at Hiro. "Remember what I said about the Has-Been's and Never-Will-Be's? Allow me to introduce to you all Exhibit A!" He then began to clap sarcastically. "Now you listen here punk and you listen well, I don't what kind of drug you are on that makes you think that you can just come out here and interrupt ME! But I suggest you check into rehab real quick or you my friend will be checking in to a hospital!"

Jamie was furious. He walked up to Hiro and poked him in the chest, hard, twice. "Now. You. Listen. Here. Punk. If you have one iota of a brain cell in that big head of yours you will watch who's hands you step on and who's throats you crush. Don't screw with me or I will make you wish that your career was better spent jobbing to Eugene in Ohio Valley Wrestling!" He slowly calmed down as the crowd was alight with a mixture of cheers and boos. Jamie looked around and took a few steps back and adjusted his tie. He was going to get out of here before he got attacked, of course he'd never admit that.

"I'm watching you." He said as he dropped the mic and quickly stepped between the ropes before hopping to the floor. He pointed at Hiro as he quickly back-tracked up the ramp. "I'm warning you!" He shouted, of course, no mic to assist him. The crowd shouted 'Chicken! Chicken! Chicken!' as he disappeared behind the curtain.

The small figure shot right back out of the curtain as soon as the gauntlet was laid down. Jamie nearly flipped a lid. "No!" He shouted, throwing his arms from side to side. "I'm not signed as a superstar, I have a managerial contract!" He continued. The crowd couldn't hear, except the ones up front. "Forget it!"

"You look here! I'm not scared of anyone or anything!" He retorted, yanking his tie off. "Do you know who I am!? Do you know where I came from!?" He shouted as he walked back down the ramp, a camera man standing in the way of the two. "You want it? You want it you little punk!? Well you got it!" He was fuming as he stormed back up the ramp and disappeared backstage to get into his gear. He wasn't prepared, but all wrestlers always carry a spare just in case. Unfortunately, it was his CZW gear...His 'Cutler' Gear.

Jamie Bader strolled down to the ring with a scowl, no music or anything. His pants are very generic, just blue, like Chris Hero's. He slowly rolled into the ring and got to his knees, keeping his hand on the middle rope.

"Introducing the challenger, from Renooo, Nevadaaa! Weighing in at one-hundred eighty-three and one-quarter pounds! Jamie Baaadeeerrr!" The crowd boo'd as he stood and backed into a corner.

Jamie grabbed the sides of his pants, looking around slowly. After a brief pause, he pulled the pants, ripping them from his body, leaving him in his ring gear.



The crowd joked and laughed, even though it wasn't very odd as far as in ring gear went, but it wasn't hard to tell that young Jamie wasn't prepared and was a bit on the edge. He adjusted the waist of his red tights/trunks as he looked on.

He swallowed hard and approached the center of the ring, his hands up offering a test of strength. In reality, he was baiting a trap. He was waiting for Hiro to accept the test so that he could get a cheap shot by kicking him in the gut.

Jamie was caught off guard and was clocked by the boot, sending him to the mat. He quickly slid out of the ring, holding the side of his head. He walked from side to side on the outside as the fans started their 'Chicken! Chicken!' chants.