Back in Action The Pinnacle of Insane Wrestling, 2002... The bell sounded in the ring and LLB was handed his newly acclaimed, Hardcore Championship belt, and lifted it into the air as he stood on the turnbuckle. The battle between Crash and LLB had finally came to an end and now LLB celebrated the end of a war, in the ring. Once he felt satisfied, he exited, and walked backstage because he didn’t want to be apart of the aftermath that was about to partake. Crash balanced himself on one knee, holding the front of his head in pain caused by the chair shot from LLB. He tilted his head up, with one fist on the mat, and blood streaming down his face, glaring at the Boss as he entered the ring with a sinister grin defining the felicity flowing in his veins. Jim Johnson stepped into the ring in his fancy suit and tie, raising the microphone to his smirking mouth. He’d been waiting for this moment for two months and now it was time to nourish it for all that it was worth. “Andy...Andy...Andy...” laughter aroused, echoing repeatedly throughout the arena while Jim Johnson eye balled Crash on the mat. “I told you NOT to mess with me, but you didn’t listen. You insisted on doing things YOUR way and now look where it has gotten you! FIRED! HA HA HA....!” Crash grimaced, befriending the pain throbbing in his head, and raised from his own pool of blood beneath him. He stroked a forearm passed his face, knocking the blood from his eyes, and watched Jim mock him one more time. “I knew damn well you wouldn’t beat LLB again and as always, I was right! So Andy, pack your damn bags and GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! YOU-ARE-FIRED!” The crowd murdered Jim Johnson with profanity, gestures, and boos. The now, former PIW Hardcore Champion was now a former PIW superstar. But he wasn’t leaving without a proper farewell. After all the years of grief this man had put him through, there was no chance in hell, Crash was going to let JJ get away with this one without some cold hearted reprisal. Nope. He had a parting gift for Jim Johnson. Middle finger to the face. Blackout! Pop goes the crowd. And down goes Jim Johnson. Crash stared down at JJ, still encoded with anger; the thought of being forced out of his beloved estate, was heartrending. Four years, he had sacrificed his body for the Pinnacle of Insane Wrestling, and now...it was all over. He couldn’t believe it. Andy 'Crash' Miles saluted the crowd one last time and wondered if he would ever wrestle again. Present Day... “Welcome to jOlt, Andy.” said Damien Lee dressed in a modish blue suit and tie, sitting behind a desk which was overran by an assorted amount of paperwork. Andy Miles sat across from Damien Lee, wearing dark worn jeans, and a orange collared shirt with black pinstripes on it. He was suited with a fortunate grin and very content as he looked at Lee. “I never thought I’d be back in the ring, not after the way Jim Johnson disrespected me and my family after ALL the hard work I did for that man and the PIW. Not only that, I NEVER would have believed I would be working with him again. But It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make for my family. We need a better source of income, the poultry industry just isn’t cutting it for us. Not with Obama running this country.” Andy rolled his eyes, he really hated Obama and his ethics, which completely changed the subject momentarily. “I’m tired of these dope dealers living off welfare and their drug money. Hell me and my wife went to apply for food stamps and they rejected us, then waiting in line behind us was this women with a coach bag, driving an escalade, and SHE was already approved! And guess what. She was black!" "Come on man!” he tossed his arms into the air, the thought of Obama drove him insane. “Anyways, I appreciate the opportunity you are giving me Mr. Lee. I’m still in pretty good shape and I’m ready to start contributing immediately. You just tell me when, and where.” Damien gently nodded his head, he liked Andy’s attitude and demeanor; jOlt needed more positivity in the locker rooms, which made him the right man for the job. “You start after All or Nothing. We have several new guys making their debuts at that time and you will be one of them. jOlt needs more men like you Andy and if you continue from where you left off, I have no doubt that you will have a successful future in this company.” “I have no doubt either, Damien. I will give you everything I got and then some.” Andy added, standing up from the seated position, and extending his hand. “All I ask, give me the man that dominated the Hardcore division in the PIW. I want him, the fans want him. If you give me him, then you will most certainly succeed in jOlt.” replied Damien, meeting Andy around the desk, and shaking his hand. “That’s the only man I know.”