Feelin' Lucky.

[Johnny Kaos]

It's a rainy night in Memphis tonight. Wet and cold. The kind of weather that makes people hold close their significant other. "The Modern Outlaw" Johnny Kaos is no exception. In the master bedroom of his uptown condo, Johnny sleeps close to his naked beauty, Kori James. One would think that in the arms of such a gorgeous woman, a man would have the best of dreams. That is not the case for our hero, as he suddenly awakes in a cold sweat. Gently removing Kori's arms so as not to disturb her, she is probably exhausted from last night's bedroom antics. Johnny goes into the bathroom and splashes cold water over his face. He grabs a t-shirt form the floor and goes downstair to the kitchen. He opens the fridge and gets a Bud Light, pops the cap and takes a big swig. He sits down on the couch and grabs the remote. He clicks the television on. It's the recorded telecast of last week's Underground Attitude. He fast forwards to his match against Nikolai King. He watches the match intently until the end where King disappears into the crowd. Johnny pauses the screen. With a light chuckle he lights up a Marlboro Light cigarrette and leans back on his leather couch.

"Couldn't sleep?"

Comes a soft voice from the stairs. Johnny looks up to see Kori, dressed in a black see-through nighty, walk into the living room.

"I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean to wake you. I've just been thinking alot."

"It's ok, I'm not too wore out from last night, if you wanna talk."

She pauses before adding,

"Or something else."

Johnny smiles, knowing he's the luckiest man alive.

"In a minute,"

He says, going back to his taped match against Nikolai King. He studies it a moment before pushing the pause button.

"You know what really ticks me off?"

He asks Kori. After she nods her head he adds,

" The fact that Jason was too scared to even show up. I half-expected that stupid bitch 'Mistress' of his to pull some kind of stunt like this. but the Jason I know would've at least run-in and attacked me. I mean what the hell?!"

Johnny throws the remote across the room in a fit of anger. Kori comes up behind him, massaging his shoulders. Johnny calms down a little and lights up another smoke.

"Don't worry,"

Johnny says in a billow of smoke.

"I haven't forgotten my other opponents. Robert Sniper, I have never had the pleasure of facing you so I don't know what to expect, but you do remind me of someone I used to know. Panthera, I've never faced you either, but I do know you were just a little too late for our match last week. Whatever your reason, I don't care, now you're just another victim. Jake Xaiver, I remember you. Your that little snot-nosed punk who couldn't hang when I was here the first time. Now it seems you've won a title belt. Man, XVI has really lowered the standard on what they deem as championship material. That brings me to Nikolai King, our so-called 'Savior'. I'm not much of a religious man, but if your so divine then use your powers of prophecy to tell you that last week was just a preview. You see last week I was just warming up, and your drunken ass took off real quick. Now c'mon, any friend of Thor's is an enemy of mine. Don't think I've forgotten about you Mr. God of Thunder. After I'm done with Jason, you're next on my shit list. As for you, old buddy, if you decide to show up this week, I'm saving the most pain for you. Pay attention next Monday, cuz the beating I am gonna give the other 4-men in the match is going to show you what I have in store for you."

Johnny stops talking, realizing most of his cigarrette had burned. He put it out and open his arm for Kori to slide in close to him. Kori kisses him, then asks:

"Aren't you worried though, Johnny, you've never won a multi-man match?"

Johnny, taken aback, thinks for a moment.

"I don't know babe, I'm feelin kinda lucky."

With this Johnny and Kori walk back upstairs, removing their clothes on the way.