*scene opens in the HWF locker room; Apocalypse is sitting in his
wrestling gear, facing his locker with his back to the camera*

Apocalypse (to the cameraman): Stop. Don't come any closer. I know
all of you have been wondering where I've been. I've been doing a
lot of soul searching. Summer Heat was supposed to be my shining
moment in this industry. It was the night I was destined to rid the
world of Wolfdogg and his childish, out-of-this-world antics. It was
the night I would unify MY hardcore title and wreak havoc on this
fed, but this destiny was put on hold. All I've been able to think
about since that fateful night is looking up after the match was over
and seeing the face of that Irish, pompous, son of a bitch Cranston.

*Apocalypse turns to face the cameraman with an evil look; he looks
very weary and obviously hasn't slept much*

Apocalypse: Cranston, what you fail to realize is that you cannot
stop me. It is my destiny to rule this fed, and you're just another
asshole jobber in my way. I know you haven't said much either since
our last encounter, but it's about time you break your silence as
well. Come Frenzy, I'll be ready to kick your ass from one end of
the arena to the other, and you will feel the pain of hell at my
hands.

*Apocalypse turns away from the camera once again*

Apocalypse (to cameraman): Now get out; I gave you what you wanted.

*scene fades to black*


(OOC: Hey guys, I'm sorry about the lack of posting. School, work,
and the flu have left me with no free time at all.)