::: The scene opens up in Impact's home where he is sitting on his couch watching Cartoons. All of a sudden the Van Man comes running down the stairs with a bowl of cocoa puffs. He jumps on the sofa and starts to speak :::

VAN MAN: WABBASS!!! They say you go cuckoo for cocoa puffs, but I don't feel crazy at all? Look feel my nipples do they feel wobbly to you?

IMPACT: No thanks, I'd rather not...

VAN MAN: YOU, ARE A BITCH! You think your gonna beat Jarred by watching cartoons? Get out there and mow the lawn, wash the windows and GET ME SOME PANTS!

IMPACT: Sorry Van Man that's not gonna make me beat Jarred. Hard work, Determination, Strategy and Courage is gonna help me beat Jarred. You see, I don't need help from anyone in the back. I don't need the Alliance in this one. I'm gonna bring two legal weapons to the ring. And those weapons are my fists. You see, Jarred is tough to fight, but what he doesn't realize, is that I'm a tough fighter. And Jarred is gonna see just why I am the television champion. Just why the Alliance holds all the gold in the Extreme Measures Federation except the Intercontinental Title which will not be up for grabs that much longer once we add it to the many titles we all have in the Extreme Measures Federation. But I can go on and on about the Alliance, cause what I speak is the truth. And people like Jarred just don't understand that. Jarred, I am not here to punish you. To make you look like a fool in your own game. I am not here to whoop your ass, and stand over your fallen pathetic body. I am here to teach you. Because if there is one skill that I have that can outshine anyone here, is my ability to influence and make an IMPACT on the lives of others. Which is exactly what I intend to do to Jarred at Saturday Shockwave. I want to show him that this Television title is not what it used to be. It means a whole lot more. Jarred, the stakes have risen to the highest levels of extremity. All boundaries have been broken. This title is not a little pass around toy like it used to be. It meant nothing until I came into the Extreme Measures Federation. But now this prestigious title can actually be considered worthy of a wrestler with a high and most definite caliber. A man who can defend it at all costs, no matter what the situation. Jarred, that man is me. And this title has found a cozy little home around my waist. And I do not intend on making it homeless any time soon. Jarred as far back as I can remember into the Extreme Measures Federation, I remember saying how I would dominate all in this federation. But now I wish to alter my statement. I only intend on gaining victories of opponents who are up to my level of wrestling. And that just goes to show why nobody has gone after my Television Title so far. Not one person in the Extreme Measures Federation has the testicular fortitude to face me. Everyone here is scared of hearing that fatal one, two, three once they are pinned to the ground because they have suffered the most brutal beating of a lifetime. But now I see one man has come to the plate. A man who thinks he is worthy of facing me for my own Television Title. Jarred, what makes you so sure you can even last 5 minutes with me? You lost it. Your nothing anymore. You suffered two losses from a rookie, you lost your World Title. Face it Jarred, it's time to throw in the towel. Maybe for good this time. Now Jarred, I know there's one little thing that stands in your way. And that is a Five letter word called Pride. You see Jarred, I do not wish to hurt your Pride, I wish to help you from putting yourself in great jeopardy. Maybe you don't know what your in store for. Maybe you can't except the fact that your career is either down hill or down the drain. Tell me Jarred, once you consider all of this, do you really think you can still go after the Television Title? I mean, I could be doing you a big favor. But Jarred, let's just say in this case there is a sign of respect. I mean, I know you have accomplished all you could in the Extreme Measures Federation except the Television Title. Even if that means you were a former woman's champion, but that is beyond the point. The lesson to be learned here is that Jarred, you are a has-been. You don't have what it takes to go toe to toe with one of the Extreme Measures Federation's highly talented superstars. You may call it rookie luck, but I call it greatness. Because that is what it is. It is a sign of greatness. Jarred maybe one day I will be just like you, and go after every title. But one thing I can always dangle in front of your face is this Television Title. The one and only title, in which you will never, ever get your hands on. Jarred, I know you feel this anger inside of you that just want to knock everyone in the Alliance out. I mean, we all hate you, only some of us will respect you, but in time ALL of us will beat you. Because Jarred has nothing left in his sad career. He just will not learn when to give up. Jarred this could be the moment where you are finally put on ice. This could be the time in which you are energized with the knowledge that your time is over. This may even be your final Pact Fact, and that is of course, You mess with this bull and you sure as hell will get the horns. But who knows, Jarred might pull an upset. He might actually attempt to bring his career back from the grave. Jarred, I recommend you leave it dead now. Because you are just reviving yourself to die and lose it all again. Face it Jarred, what is left for you to conquer that the Alliance has not already taken? We are one top of the Extreme Measures Federation. We control all the titles, and we stop all the others from giving these Titles a bad name. Look at my Tag Team Title. Before me and Twilight conquered that division, they were bouncing all around. I mean, there was no true definite champions. Unless these people can keep those titles, then what are they champions of? But Jarred, you do not have your Extreme Measures Federation World Title anymore. You lost it to Primetime, who lost it to the MessiaH, and there is your new Undisputed Extreme Measures Federation World Champion. Not you Jarred, I mean can you even consider yourself a real winner? Who are you a winner of? You have nothing now but your meat and bones. And that won't do you much good once they are ripped from you like a riddled corpse in a coffin. See Jarred, the words that I speak are not meant to scare you. They are meant to teach you your ULTIMATE and Final lesson. There is not enough room in the Extreme Measures Federation for a washed up waste of life such as yourself. So you might as well give up now, while you can still hold on to your precious Pride. Because if the Alliance are given just the right amount of time, were gonna take that away from you as well. Jarred, the whole point of this being an Alliance is because we are all on the same page. I know Twilight and I know MessiaH to well enough to not trust them. But Jarred, just in case you want to play dirty, I will have those two guys ready to back me up at any time and at all costs. Jarred, I am not like Enforcer. One man trapped in a stable that is sinking. I am in a stable which is flying high. We are on top and I can guarantee things are going be like this for quite a long time. But you also need to realize Jarred, that your never gonna have anything over the Alliance. You will always be a second rate winner in the fans minds. You will never achieve our status. No matter how long you have been in the Extreme Measures Federation. You can never amount to what we have. So why even bother trying now? You just gonna end up with your ego so far up your ass that it will hurt when you walk. Jarred, I'm advising you now. Go out, enjoy nature while you still can. Because I will be the one to crush your little flower. Jarred once you get the IMPACT 404 through your head, you will start to see things, the "real" way. Because things aren't what they always seem to be Jarred. And Jarred your gonna need a new perspective on life just to understand the degree of this situation. Because once were both in there, only one of us is walking out with this title. And there is no way in Hell that I will give up this title to a poor role model for children such as yourself. See, the fans do not want to see this title in your hands, they don't even want you to look at it. Because your piercing little beady eyes are about the most damage you will do to me. Jarred, sure you have waged wars against Wes, sure you have battle Primetime to an ultimate defeat. But nothing can make up for just exactly what I plan to do to you. And let me make it short and painful, nothing can amount to the amount of pain in store. Nothing can even coincide with what I plan on doing to Jarred. Jarred, you better stop making deals with the devil because pretty soon, it's gonna be you being tortured while others laugh in your face. And Jarred, this Saturday I would hate to be the man to say, I told you so. But someone's got to do it. Just like someone has to show you that your not the biggest fish the Extreme Measures Federation has to offer anymore. You see Jarred, you won't even be remembered to the fans and roster of the Extreme Measures Federation. It will only be to the few select friends that you have, such as Angelus and... Angelus. Jarred, you may mock and ruin the lives of others all you want, but you will be the one who has to bear witness to your own IMPACT ASSAULT. And I am bringing this one, head on and full force. And that's your final Pact Fact. You can bet on it....

::: Van Man stops dead in his tracks as he sees the angered look on his face. Van Man walks away backwards while making funny faces at Impact :::

VAN MAN: Looks like somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Probably the left side, the left side is a real killer...

::: The camera fades out as Impact stares into the camera into Jarred soul, letting it be known that this is not a battle, this is all out war. The camera fades out :::