A slow fade-in marks the beginning of John Williams' timeless and world famous Superman theme song once again as the blue backdrop spins at a rapid pace, the theme of Krypton’s favorite son changing to the transition tune of the nineteen sixty-six Adam West Batman series. As it did, the center of the screen produced a small dot, growing faster and faster until the already famous custom Superman logo of EWA’s personal hero, Jace Champion, could be seen.

The split second after the logo comes into full view, we cut to black, words appearing on the screen as they are spoken by the energetic and charismatic voice of a young male voice over in gold.

MEANWHILE, IN NEW YORK CITY!

The scene opens up in the dark of the night in New York City. Tonight, a sexy man was pinned in New York. We find him out back of the Hammerstein Ballroom, his charisma we have come to expect from him all but gone. He sits slumped over in a heap on the stoop of the back door, a single light overhead separating him from the shadows, reflecting off his purple tye dye gear. Brian Blaze buries his face into his hands, leaving it there for what seemed like an eternity before rubbing them off of his face.

Blaze rises to his feet, his arm reaching back to his neck and wincing, the effects of the royal onslaught of Vlad Valo still very much fighting him. He lets out a sigh as he crosses the distance from the stoop to the center of the shot, his grip on his neck getting tighter and tighter until he snaps the grip off, yelling to no one and sending his foot flying into the trashcan and knocking it to the ground with a metallic crash.
He falls back to the ground in the heaviness of the moment, almost on the verge of tears. His mind racing with the thoughts of weeks he has held back, and then silence. The camera pulls in on Brian, only his upper-body visible.

WHOOSH!

The wind parts and swirls, Brian’s hair pushing around in the wind, an unseen force taking hold of the situation. He turns his head, the winds calming down as he looks upon the location with blood shot eyes almost going blind again by a heavenly light. The camera pulls in on the source, and yes, it is the UNGODLY smile of the super sexy superhero, Jace Champion! Jace stands tall, his arms bent, hands on his hips in a triumphant pose. He wears one of his signature ring jackets, half-black and half-blue with red and yellow highlights to fit a Superman theme, blue jeans and a black Too Damn Sexy t-shirt. Jace looks down on Blaze without ever breaking his grin, but shows concern through the tensing of his facial muscles.

“Why so glum, Brian?”

Blaze goes wild-eyed in a fit of disbelief. Never mind some guy who thinks he’s a superhero “flying” onto the scene and blinding him with his teeth, now he’s going to rub in the fact that his losing streak continues? Blaze wasn’t going to just sit there and take that. He screams like a bat out of hell.

“Why do you think, Jace?!?! Did you not see anything else out there tonight?!?! I lost, AGAIN!”

Jace cringes at his answer, motioning to Brian that his anger is a little uncalled for, giving him the now EWA famous “Calm the Fuck Down” hand motion. Brian remains restless for a passing moment, then begins to take deep breaths, finally gaining control over his inner self.

“Yeah, that sucks man. But hey, look at it this way: We all go through that…..I guess.”

“You guess?”

“Well, I, uhhhhhh…..never had a losing streak before so I can’t talk from experience.”

Jace could only give a shrug as Brian rolls his eyes, returning his look to the ground. He makes a fist and slams it next to him in frustration.

“I don’t know what’s wrong! I’m better than this!”

Jace takes a few steps over to his TDS team mate and then crouches down next to him.

“Know what you need? A hero. No! Better yet! You need to BE a hero!”

Blaze looks at Jace like he had just grown a third leg from his forehead.

“What are you talking about?”

Jace, as energetic as ever smacks Blaze on his shoulder than wraps his arm around him like an older brother would do to his sibling, shaking him in a friendly manner.

“I’m talking about trainin’ you myself in the art of heroism! Once you’ve finished my trainin’ you’ll be even better than you were before! You’ll be…..well, you’ll be super!”

“I do-”

“EXCELLENT! I knew you’d be done for it! Meet me at sunrise in Times Square! A villain huntin’ we will go!”

“Jace I don’t thi-”

“Oh, and put this on.”

Jace reaches into his pocket, pulling from it a purple tye-dyed mask reminiscent of the old Robin-style disguise. He pushes the mask into Blaze’s hands who just stares at it in disbelief. The camera pulls in on Brian again, his face twisting in the fact that this supposed hero wanted him to dress like a hippie hamburgular.

“Wait, no way! Where’d you even get this?”

Blaze turns to hand the mask back to Jace only to catch another gust of air and another “whoosh” noise before seeing that Jace is nowhere to be found. Brian shook his head, returning to the mask now held in both open hands, wondering what exactly he had got himself into. The video footage then immediately freezes and begins to change to a colorful, comic book-style drawing of the last scene, zooming out to a large page of panels, turning, then pulling into another picture which animated and changed into a real-life video.

The sun just peeked over the skyline as another day began in New York City. The camera zooms out from the sun, lowering down to the world famous Times Square. A stray beam reflected off the giant orb of lights that would be raised and dropped again while the country watched on New Year’s Eve. The giant screens and advertisements that surrounded the viewer would be breath taking to some, but to others, it was the home of the beginning of their new age in their life.

Standing directly in front of the giant Toys R Us store was one Brian Blaze, on time at sunrise like he had been instructed. He was in his ring gear, down to the tights and protective padding with one interesting addition, the downright embarrassing mask ordered by Jace wrapped over his eyes. He felt like an idiot, and looked like one even more. Stares were shot his way by men and women alike, but nowhere near the stares he was used to.

Brian looked at the watch he had attached to his wrist, seeing that the minutes were still ticking away. He slapped his hands on his thighs, looking around him and seeing no one there. He adjusted he mask on his face. Stupid thing kept riding up and blinding him. He pulled it back into place, then turning back to the right to come face to face with Jace Champion.

“Sup?”

Brian jumped back from the shock of Jace’s appearance, his hand on his chest, his breath escaping him.

“How the hell do you do that?!?!”

“Internet.”

“What?”

“Hmmmm?”

“Nevermind. What do you have me out here for, anyway?”

Jace held out a hand, displaying the world around them to Brian.

“Brian, to be a hero to all of these people, you need to live by a set of heroic lessons. Today, the lesson is about selflessness.”

Brian scoffs, holding out his arms as if to show Jace who he was looking at.

“C’mon, man! I’m the most selfless guy in EWA!”

“Is that why you ‘get with’ any lady with a lower IQ that walks your way?”

Blaze is taken back by the shot below the belt. He had nothing to retort with. Jace had hit him where it hurt, but only with a friendly tap. Jace opened his mouth to speak but was caught off at the last second, his ears perking, the sonar sound waves bouncing into his ears. A woman is yelling out for aid, her purse snatched. His super sight snaps onto the crook as he runs down the sidewalk dressed in a stereotypical black ski mask and sweatshirt as well as a pair of blue jeans.

“Brian, there’s the target! Subdue the thief and return that purse to its rightful owner!”

“Are you crazy? That dude probably has a knife!”

“NOW!”

Brian shakes his head as he takes off at a steady pace, his light-weight attire and physical ability easily allowing him to catch up with the already panting thief. The thief turned to look behind him, hearing footsteps running to his location, then widened his eyes in disbelief. A masked porn star trying to stop him? What is this, a fucking comic book?!? (GET IT?!? FUCKING COMIC, A PORN HERO….HA!)

The thief laughed at the idea of this guy trying to catch him. They’d been running for quite some time and he was feeling the effects but wasn’t going to be taken out by the love child of The Spirit and Magnum P.I. The thief turned to keep his eye on where he was running and immediately smashed into a force he never expected. His back hit the concrete, looking up to see just a closed fist and an arm held straight out. Jace champion looked down at the near unconscious criminal, lowering his arm and placing his hands on his side. Brian soon caught up, crouching over and breathing heavily. He looked up at Jace.

“How….how the hell di-”

“I’m not going to answer that every time. Not bad, kid, little more cardio and you’ll be fine. Now go bring that thing back to that lady.”

Brian nodded and grabbed the bag, the two heading back to Times Square to give the shocked woman her property back. The duo found her in short time, Jace pushing Brian to go return the purse while he stood behind him.

“Here you go, Ma’am, I believe this belongs to you.”

Sweet hero opener.

“Oh my god, thank you! Oh I had all of my information in there, I was so worried! Thank you…..you weirdly dressed yet strangely attractive man.”

She dragged a finger down the exposed chest of Blaze, miraculously not getting it caught in the amazing chest hair he had just shaved the night before, yet was completely grown in.

“Is there any way I can…..repay you?”

Brian’s face becomes the home of a big, conniving grin. If he could, he’d be rubbing his hands together and laughing maniacally.

“You know I think we can work something out.”

“Aherm…..”

Brian looked back to Jace, hearing him clear his throat as a clue.

“Oh, my mistake.”

Blaze turned back to the woman.

“We’re going to need to go to your place.”

“AHERM!”

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry ma’am……your….gratitude is all I need for a reward.”

The lady raised an eyebrow, taking her purse and marching away in offense. As she did, a whispered “Jackass” could be heard. Jace walked over behind Brian as he dropped his head in disappointment, placing his hand on his shoulder.

“Ya did good, Brian. That’s part one of training this week.”

“What do you mean, part one?”

“Part two is going to come at Shatter Point. You’re going to prove that you’re hero material by watching me take down a Super villain! It’s going to be Jace Champion, your hero, against that big, lumbering buffoon Skyscraper with you in my corner!”

Brian’s eyes lit up. A chance at payback against those who wronged him, those who hurt his friends and himself. He nodded while starring ahead, already running through plan after plan on how he would take out Violent Retribution in his mind. With that, the scene froze again, changing into the comic-like image and then zooming out into the page, soaring over it, and zooming into the next panel.

The cartoon features warped and returned to a live feed. We find ourselves as the lucky recipients to the first views inside the EWA’s Colosseum, the interview area our new location. Two large televisions hung on the wall in the back, an EWA logo placed on each with golden lightning surging in the background behind them. A backdrop with a roman theme finished up the look.
Standing center stage, dressed in sparkling red dress was no other than the most ‘open for business’ interviewer in CZW turned EWA personality, Jenny Jacobs.

“Hello Ladies and Gentlemen and welcome to EWA and our new home, The Colosseum! I am, of course, Jenny Jacobs and I have to say I’m honored to be conducting the first ever interview for EWA in our new home, and what better person to start off than one of the only undefeated men in EWA today. This man has been impressive since his debut, and is in store for one of the biggest fights of his career, no pun intended, this Shatter Point! He’s EWA’s personal hero, fans, Jace Champion!”

The camera pans to the right just as it did last show, catching the grinning face of Jace Champion. Jace is, as always, dressed in his own personal gear with the new Too Damn Sexy touches to them. This time the colors are black and red, a red boa lining the outlining of his jacket and the sleeves. A tight red muscle shirt gleamed in the spotlight, his signature “JC” logo plastered on his chest. His baggy pants held the same half-black half-red theme, his red leg holding the word “CHAMPION” in black writing, his black leg the same logo on his chest. He flashed his teeth from under his feathery hood, pulling it back to show his face.

“Jace, welcome to the Colosseum!”

“Verily,thou hast greeted the hero of the empire in a most gracious manner!”

“Ummmmm….what?”

Jace broke out into laughter, looking behind him at nobody before looking back to his interviewer.

“Sorry Jenny cakes, I went to the midnight debut of Thor on Friday and I’ve been speaking like I just came from a renaissance fair for the weekend.”

The two share another laugh before Jenny calms, continuing.

“I need to check that one out myself. Anyway, first thing’s first, what do you think about the new age of EWA? Do you have any thoughts on the new T.V. deal and our new location?”

Jace displays the room around them with his hands, his excitement obvious as he looks at the camera like it was a jealous friend, then back to Jenny.

“This place is awesome! I haven’t been so excited for a new building since the Hall of Justice was renovated for the new league! I mean, don’t get me wrong, the Hammerstein Ballroom is an iconic place and it was an honor to perform there, but the Colosseum is a new step in all of our careers, and I can proudly say Jace Champion is back on prime time, baby!”

Jenny can feel the energy emitted from Jace just as Jess did, his aura almost visible to the naked eye. Jenny looked down at the card the EWA officials had given her, reading the next question she was going to ask “Mr. This is Awesome”.

“Jace, we have the question everyone has on their mind since the last edition of Shatter Point. We saw the formation of the newest faction in EWA, Violent Retribution consisting of Massive Impact and The Next Generation. They claimed that this group formed to even the numbers in the battle against Too Damn Sexy, and they did so at the expense of you and your friends. EWA General Manager Frankie Manning has made the match official; it will be Violent Retribution vs Too Damn Sexy as you take on Skyscraper. They put a hurting on a couple of your friends, what are your thoughts of this match?”

Jace laughed at the thoughts of last week. EWA was already used to seeing the never breaking smile upon his face, but laughing at the assault on his team and this new clan of enemies was something they never expected. Jace shook his head from left to right at the ridiculous comments.

“Jenny, I’m lookin’ forward to it. Now I bet you boys were real high on yourselves. I betcha’ll thought this week was going to be an easy win in the books for the ole’ Violent Retribution because Too Damn Sexy would still be confused and shook up from your little attack.”

Jace begins patting himself on random parts of his body and checking for any injuries.

“Well it looks like I’m in perfect condition! Keep dreamin’, dudes, maybe you can win there? Thing is out here in reality the outcome will always be the same, sexy. Not gunna lie though, I was a little concerned when I heard Al Tubbs had found a couple of new guys to make a bigger unit……….and then I found out it was The Next Generation and laughed for like two hours! Are you kiddin’ me? You thought you’d be stronger against TDS with Tim Timmons and Mountain Man? Oh, let’s not forget their gimp slave either Marky Mark striker, the most generic name in wrestling history. See guys, you caught us off guard, bravo, but we get hurt, it’s our job. One of my best friends Eli can’t make it from the aftermath, but he’ll be here the show after that. Get me scared? You didn’t even piss me off! All you did was make the list of villains I need to bring to justice longer, file up in line, and painted X’s on your foreheads. So take a number kiddos, I’ll get to you all eventually.”

Jace slid his hands into his pockets, tilting his head back and to the side.

“This….Legion of Doom wanna bes are about to realize that all six members of Violent Retribution don’t even equal one Jace Champion, and they’re goin’ to learn that the hard way. Skyscraper, you’re unlucky number one my friend. Yeah we get it, you’re big and tall and whatever it is makes you think you matter, so save it. I’ve fought bigger and beat bigger. Hell I’ve wrestled with bigger beasts while having alone time with myself.”

Jace looks back to Jenny who is wide-eyed at the fact that he would even say such a thing on live television. Jace shrugs. Yeah, it wasn’t really a heroic thing to say, but screw it, the line served its purpose.

“What?”

Jenny says nothing.

“I find it appropriate that you and your tag-partner have your respective names, it fits the theme. Just like your chances against TDS, when faced against a force you can’t explain, you both come crashing to the ground in a fiery heap. You’re taller than me but I’m looking down on you right now. You’re not even on the level below me. Come Shatter Point I’m goin’ to leap this tall building with a single bound and continue on my way to bring Violent Retribution to justice and once again save EWA! I’m goin’ headhuntin’ kid, and after out match you’re going to be officially welcomed as the newest member of the Jace Champion K.O. Club! Scraper, you’re going head to head with the one true king of wrestling, and I’m going to wear your jawbone like a frickin’ crown!”

The smile creeps wider on his face as he leans in to the camera, getting as close as possible to his viewers.

“So ya better bring ya best, ‘cause here comes the best. Now, Who’s ya hero?”

Jace stood up straight and went to thank Jenny for the interview, raising an eyebrow as she closed her eyes and leaned in.

“Uh, what are you doing?”

“Oh, ummm, well I was watching last week and you kissed Jess at the end of the segment….I just thought….I’d get ready.”

Jace looks to the camera with just his eyes then back to her, trying to silently call for help while figuring out what the flying frick was going on. For once, the hero needed saving.

“Uuuuuuuuhhhhh…….yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah. I’ll make you a deal. Pucker your lips and close your eyes and I’ll give you a big surprise.”

Jenny shakes like a child in a candy store, giddy in her actions, she does exactly as she is asked. We now see from her first person, the camera going black as if the eyelid had shut over it. She stands there and waits, not paying attention enough to hear the audible “WHOOSH!” in front of her.

“Jace?”

Jenny slowly opens her eyes, seeing that there is no one there. She stomps her foot in irritation then
Looked down, seeing a piece of paper where Jace once stood. She picks it up and shows it to the camera, a huge frown on her face as “SURPRISE!” with a small drawing of Jace giving a thumbs up is seen. She storms off as the camera turns to the EWA logo, pulling into the logo before the scene freezes and changes back into the comic panel, the voice over of Jace’s intro speaking out again!

“What will happen at Shatter Point!?! Will our hero be able to save EWA from the menancing Skyscraper, or will the tower come crumbling down on top of him?!?! TUNE IN TO SEE! Til next time, same Jace time, same Jace Channel!”
It then fades to black.

JACE CHAMPION RECORD W:3/L:0/D:0