Mr Charisma and some no name hairy fat man are wrestling on a ASWF house show. Most of the crowd are sleeping and those who arn't aimlessly stare at there toes. A person boo's as Mr Charisma puts The fat man in yet another arm bar. Another yawns. All of a sudden this pointless, inane match is interupted by the flickering of the ASWF jumbotron, which at the time, had been endlessly showing a speel of a big-breated skank in the third row. Its the only entertainment the crowds had all night after snoozefests from the likes of Jelly, pj marshall and Bigsnot so they boo when there sleazy princess dissapears. They boo harder when her image is replaced by that of Sir Quincy Penfold III.He sits happily in a stately room. Mr Charisma and the fat man stop wrestling and stare at the screen.

SQP3:Greeting Peons! It is I, the man who needs no introduction. I'd apologise for interupting this battle if i thought anyone would have noticed its presence. I brings words of great wisdom for those of you who wait for nothing in life but to hear to wah those in life that have nothing better to do then to come to this ridicuolous boobery show. I also bring a great announcement. (says offscreen) Pigsy, bring me the silver box chop chop!!

A short possibly-blind albino man runs in struggling with a silver,well polished box.
SQP3 takes the box and puts its on his lap as the little man squeals and scurries off.

SQP3:In this box is the future of the ASWF. It is the only thing that any wrestler will revere. It will motivate the slobs, renew the vigor of those who lost it with there pride and invigorate the audience. It will bring with it a greed that has long been lost in this profession since the only man of any worth retired from this business 4 years ago. It is with his blessing and under the direction of common sense that i produce the object that this federtaion, will henceforth revolve around.

SQP3 opens the box and produces an object rapped in fine silk. He unwraps it to reveal a championship belt encrusted in jewels. It is magnificent and the crowd gasps. The fat man in the ring faints.

SQP3:I declare this to be the ASWf's number trophy above all others. One belt to rule them all!! I am Sir Quincy Penfold and i declare myself your new ASWF World Heavyweight Champion. On the simple assumption that money is power and power is control, i feel that seeing i am the richest man in this place, that i am in control. Bring your objections you filthy swines, it will do no good! I declare the decisions of your CEO, boy Bush to be invalid and null and void!! I control the albinos, i control the sun and now..... I am the new CHAMPION!!Honour my Glory or be damned! the belt is mine....

The Jumbotrons goes back to the ditzy blond and the corw goes back to sleep as the fat man hip tosses Mr Charisma....