(scene opens with DarkFire looking a bit confused after watching
Brady's promo)

What the fuck are you talking about?  I went back into the Promo
archive and found nothing about a special match other than that you
had an idea.  I think you need to bring to light your pittiful
attempt at victory so I can except it.  I don't sign for a match
less I know what it is.  So asshole, Rock wannabe, what makes you
think that you can beat me in your match?  You will never beat me,
even if you had your whole family help.  Course Axton made sure that
your sluty sister wouldn't help.  I think that you Brady Bunch
bitches are pussies.  I also think that I'll be trying to break you
in this match.  I will try to end your career on the PPV.  I'm just
so sick of your film star bitch ass attitude and I will ruin your
career.  I'll see you when you go down in FLAMES!!!!

(scene closes with DarkFire playing with his lighter)

The scene opens with Peter Brady and his mask friends waiting at a
airport loby.Peter is talking on his cell phone as Brett from the
HWF comes running up with a camera crew.Peter quickly hangs up his
phone and looks over to the two mask men.The smaller of the two men
puts his left arm out stopping Brett from getting to Peter.Peter
Brady gives the smaller mask man a smirk and he lets Brett walk over
to Peter.Brett thanks the man as he walks by and he starts his
interview



Brett)Well let me start off by thanking you for your time.


Peter Brady)Yeah you better thank TV Greatest Star.Its not like I
want to hang out with you low lifes(Pointing to Brett and the camera
crew)


Brett)Alright Peter I guess we'll start right now.Okay first
question.Everyones asking who are these two men you have behind you?


Peter Brady)Oh you'll find out at Summer Heat.But for right now lets
just call them my bodygaurds.


Brett)Okay.Good enough.So why are they here.


Peter Brady)There here to watch Peter Brady's back.And thats all you
need to know about these two(Pointing behind him to the mask men)Now
you said you wanted to ask me some questions about my match againest
Amp Assburn and Pissfire


Brett)Alright Peter your going againest both Amp Axton and Darkfire
in a three way dance at Summer Heat PPV.Now its known that neither
Darkfire or Amp like you at all.


Peter Brady)Oh like thats breaking my heart.Like I care if them two
worms like me or not.I'm Peter Fucking Brady.The Greatest Star in TV
Histroy.And look at them.Low life trailer park garbage.But lets
break it down Brett.First you have Mr.Rock and Roll Amp Axton.The
man who same say is the underdog in our match.Well in when a person
in a match againest Peter Brady.There is no underdog.Just another
freak who gets his ass kicked by Peter Brady.So as for him beging
the underdog.Forget it.I'm not letting him of that eazy.


Brett)Well what about Darkfire.He has beat you twice and you still
havent got the win over him.


Peter Brady)True.But I have left his ass knocked out right in the
center of the ring.But you know what Brett.That freak still hasnt
said one fucking word about if hes got the guts to accept my
match.And you know he wont.Because he knows he will be on my
turf.Not in some stinky dark boiler room.


Brett)What if he accepted your match.Then what?


Peter Brady)Then its all over for Darkshit.Plane and simple.Me
beating his ass so bad that he will never want to play with matches
again.Hell everytime that fool looks at a lighter he''ll go flying
to the nearest swimming pool



Just then over the loder speakers a voice comes across


Voice)Mr.Brady you and your party's PVT plane is readdy.Please walk
to gate 38.


Peter Brady)Okay Brett this interview is over.Were off to Summer
Heat PPV.So lock your doors and shut your blinds.Because TV Greatest
Star is on his way


Peter walks off with the two mask men and the cameras fade on Brett


Camera Fade

[The scene opens with Johnny Contract drinking himself into an
oblivion. He looks terrible, like he hasn't slept for days. He begins
to speak.]

JOHNNY CONTRACT: Look at yourself, Johnny, you've went from being one
of the greatest managers in the industry, to this. You've failed
Damon and you've failed everyone. You've made a top star go from
being a champion to wrestling opening matches with Flasher, what are
you?

[Damon walks in the picture and looks at Johnny.]

JOHNNY CONTRACT: I've failed you, Damon, I'm so sorry, I've ruined
your career.

[Damon then pulls out a pistol and shoots Johnny Contract right in
the head. He then grabs a cleaver from the kitchen and starts
chopping Johnny into pieces. He sticks a few pieces of him in a
blender and blends it up into a fine milkshake and drinks it down.]

DAMON CENOBITE: God, that was delicious, why didn't I think of this
before

[Damon looks around paranoid and begins to gnaw on the bones like a
homeless man who hasn't eaten in weeks.]

DAMON CENOBITE: HOT DAMN, THIS IS GOOD!

[Damon walks to the fridge and pulls out a bottle of A1 but is shot
in the head, the camera doesn't pick up who did the deed but the
camera switches over and the man is none other than KAMALA! He stands
over Damon and does a tribal dance over his corpse as the camera
fades.]

*scene opens outside a local watering hole in Baton Rouge; Apocalypse
can be seen walking inside; Brett Guillory and a cameraman follow;
they find Apocalypse shooting a game of pool with one of the locals*

Brett:  Hey Apocalypse!  Great win on Frenzy!

Apocalypse:  Thanks, buddy.  Now if you'll excuse me, I have a game I
have to finish.

Brett:  Hold on, champ.  You have a meeting with Wolfdogg at Summer
Heat for the Hardcore title.  Don't care to comment on that?

Apocalypse:  Well now that you mentioned it, I haven't picked my
gimmick yet.

*Apocalypse squares up his next shot, then stops for a second*

Hey Wolfy, wasn't one of your gimmicks a "pool table match"?  I think
I like that one.  It's gonna be so easy to send you through this
thing.  Hell, all you have to do is sit on it and you'll fall right
through.

Brett:  So is this your choice for your gimmick?

Apocalypse:  Gee, no Brett, I made that whole speech for nothing. OF
COURSE IT'S MY GIMMICK!  The ball's in your court now, Wolfie.  Now,
I'd like to take my shot, if you don't mind.

*Apocalypse ignores Brett and contines to play pool; scene fades out*

Scene opens with Slappy examining a throwback jersey.

"It seems that this is original paint from the car from where it hit.
But it's obvious a rental car."

Slappy sees the camera.

"Nebula, don't worry, you won't be harmed in the interview. We just
gonna chill and shoot some pool."

Slap fact # 4:   "Slappy has never beat anyone in pool"

"Now, FOM and I have a shot against Pierre Coteau and Chip Donaldson.
Chip, I found your stuff on Kazaa. Funny outlook on life you have.
Too bad that doesn't equal fighting prowless. But fret not. After we
beat your ass, you'll have all your hoes to screw."

Slappy pulls a thread out of the throwback and puts it under a
microscope.

"Nope, nothing out of the ordinary."

Slap fact # 5:    "Slappy ate the worm in Biology lab"

Suddenly FOM comes stumbling in with a box of papers.

"Ok, I have the medical histories of everyone in every LA hosipital."

Slappy stares at him blankly.

"You mean, you didn't just call the hospitals to see where Hood was?"


"No, I just stole medical records. I have a Uhaul in the parking lot
full of stuff."


Slappy bangs his head on the table.


"Nebula, see you at La casa del Slap.  Chip and Cajun, see you in the
ring on PPV"


(Scene fades)

(scene opens as usual with Flasher's back to us looking down in his
trench coat)

Flasher: Ok this week I'm going to show you to everyone.  HAHAHAHA!!!

Flasher in a squeaky voice: Yes the plan is coming together.

Brett: (knock knock) Can I come in Flasher?

Flasher: Hold on.

(flasher can be seen saying something unaudible)

Flasher: Come in.

Brett: Flasher thanks for the interview.

Flasher: Make it quick I need to practice my hold.

Brett: Ok, what hold are you trying to do?

Flasher: It's a surprise.

Brett: What can you tell me about the thing you are talking to?

Flasher: Nothing.  It's another surprise.

Brett:  What do you think of Demon CenoBite?

Flasher: He better be careful or the Lemon will punish him.  With my
new hold he may have to quit HWF for good.

Brett:  Once again thanks for the interview.

Flasher: No problem.  Now SHUE!!

Brett: Ok ok.

(scene closes the same way it opened)

*Chase is in the gym in a practice ring training with a few other low
card wrestlers and he pauses when Brett comes up to them*

Brett: Looking good in there.

Chase: Thanks, just trying to get ready for the Pay Per View.

Brett: Speaking of, can I get your thoughts on what happened?

Chase: I wasnt ready for that little piece of shit Eminem
wannabe...Caught me off guard from the begining, but he's got his
coming.  Show him what it feels like to stand in front of the
innevitable, which is me winning the Heavyweight championship.  Go
ahead and just look past me Kracka, go ahead and think you are just
gonna walk to the Main event, ill show you whats really gonna happen
when I get my hands around your neck.

Brett: Well thats about all I had to cover, ill let you get back to
training and good luck.

Chase: Anytime and Brett, swing by my locker room later I have
something for ya.

*brett smiles wide and walks off like a giddy school girl*

*Scene opens as Brett Guillory walks into Nebula's locker room, only
to find him and Jackass jumping up and down incessively.*

Brett:  Um, Nebula, what are you two doing?

Nebula:  We're increasing our vertical leap.  I know that Wolfdogg
and Sniperdude won't get us into those holes, but just in case, we
want to make absolutely sure we can spring out of there before dirt
is poured on us.  You know how the old saying goes:  "Better safe
than sorry."

Brett:  You got that right.  So, are you ready for Summer Heat?

Nebula:  Am I ready?!  I've been ready for this match since the first
Vacherie Cane Field Match was botched by the damn Corporation!
What's going to make this one even sweeter is that we're facing those
Insane Whack-Offs, Wolfdogg and Sniperdude.

Jackass:  You know, they called us the Extremely Dirty White Boys.  I
actually take that as a compliment.

Brett:  Why do you say that?

Jackass:  That's how we fight, Brett--dirty!  You've seen that staple
gun I use in my matches, and you saw how Nebula held Sniperdude in
the Total Eclipse until security pulled him off.  If that's not dirty
fighting, I don't know what is!

Nebula:  Hell yeah, Jack.  Those two pieces of Chicago-shit just
can't accept the fact that when they fight us, they're losers!  Get
with the times, gentlemen!  We've beaten you on numerous occasions,
and you still think you can beat us?  We must have taken a few brain
cells from you from all those thrashings we gave you.  Wolfdogg,
Sniperdude, at Summer Heat, our feud with you two will end when we
bury you in the great soil of Louisiana.  Then, and only then, will
you realize that there's NO WAY IN HELL that you two are no match for
us!

Brett:  Now Nebula, you mentioned the Corporation earlier.  What are
your thoughts about Slappy, your former investigator, investigating
you?

Nebula:  I'm telling you right now, Brett, that I'm going to be very
professional about it.  I have nothing to hide; I didn't do it.  I
have all the respect for Kracka, and he knows that I wouldn't do
that.  However, I have a message for Kracka.  Be VERY careful with
your "investigator."  When he was my investigator, it ended up being
him and his Corporate cronies that jumped me.  If I were you, Kracka,
I would learn from my example and fire that son-of-a-bitch as your
investigator.  Slappy, I'm keeping an eye on you in that interview.
You pull anything funny on me, and that's your ass, boy, mark my
words!

Brett:  Alright, that's enough footage for me.  Good luck at Summer
Heat!

Jackass:  Luck?  Who needs luck when you got a staple gun?

Brett:  HAHA!  Good one, Jackass.

*Scene fades*

Scene opens AssClown is on his cell with Amp Axton.

AssClown: Amp thanks for helpin me out, I see you got a match with
DarkFire and Brady. As for DarkFire I would just pour a beer on his
head to put out is fire, If ya want I can help?

Ahh Yea, I got ya, Yeah I know you can pull though.

I have a match with Blunt, Dude don't know what he got himself into
when he fucked with my beer.

Yea well if you change your mind about me helpin you with your match
holla at me, so you sure you don't want to come to Jimmy C? Well aight
dude, peace.

AssClown turns to the camerman~
Chip you haven't heard the last of me, you sorry excuse for a wannabe pimp

As for Bernie, where da fuck is Ernie? probably waiting for you to
stop using his penis pump for a bong and give it back to him.

At the Pay Per View you will see what its like for a Down Da Bayou boy
ass whippin is all about. after i get my beer bottle of the pole I
will  have another 24 waiting to bash across your head.
Well enough of that shit.
Damn I have to get out of this place, cause they have some f-ugly ass
bitches in here. Hey Bernie Can't to bash you other the head with the
Beer bottles.

Scene fades as Assclown is walkin out of Jimmy C's

This is just a reminder to everyone that is a short week for posting.
HWF Summer Heat will be posted up on Sunday! You need to get in your
posts a.s.a.p.! If you can get at least 2 posts by Sunday, that'll
work out! Please rp before the ppv. The more posting, the more this
ppv will be successful!

(scene opens with DarkFire watching Brady's promos)

Well I see that you seem to think that just because you are a
celebrity means you can't be beat.  Haven't you learned your
lesson?  As Ben Affleck pointed out, I have beaten you in all of our
matches.  I have also proven you wrong by not attacking you in
frenzy this last week.  What more do I need to do to convince you
that you can never and will never defeat me?  You tried chemicals
and other weapons to beat me and failed.  I don't think that a
couple of goons can be of much help, but remember this I took on
WolfDog and Chase in a cage match and survived.  I can certainly
deal with you and your people's ass.  I don't care what you do for
them, they could fuck any girl in the world and not beat me because
of it.  I'll be able to kick your ass as well as that wannabe axton
with ease.

(there is a knock at the door)
Brett: Can I come in?

DarkFire: You know you are always welcome dude

(DarkFire opens the door)
Brett: I'm sure you know why I'm here.

DarkFire:  Of course, ask away.

Brett:  What do you think of Axton?  Brady doesn't seem to be
worried about him.

DarkFire: I think I can kick his ass.  As long as Assclown doesn't
interfere, and a little warning to him.  Don't Fuck with me Ass
Clown or I will shove that Beer so far up your ass that you'll be
able to drink it without opening your mouth.

Brett: Why the harsh words?

DarkFire: Just letting him know the conciquenses of interfering with
my match.

Brett:  I have one last question.  Why the sudden decsion to go for
gold?

DarkFire:  I guess the only way to explain it is that I've been
doing well and it's about time to have some ambition.

Brett: Thanks for the interview man.

DarkFire: No problem.

(Brett walks out)

My final words to the HWF.  I will be the Champion no matter what
people do to try to stop me.

(scene closes with DarkFire playing with his lighter)

Ok.

Hood is going to be at work from 8:30-3:30 friday, so he won't be
available from that time.

When I get home (hood here) I don't know if I'm gonna be able to get
online and stuff, but will try to.

The itenerary is this at the moment:


1.  7:30, meet at my house if you want.

2.  8:00, Sicily's italian buffet.  (Get there early Hood eats a lot)

3. 10:10 Freddy vs. Jason.

if you need driving directions to my house, go to www.mapquest.com
and they'll hook you up.

My addy is going to be sent to you each individually as I don't want
it posted on here, along with my phone number in case you get lost.

I am really looking forward to seeing all of you guys together. This
will be a great time.

The scene opens at a very nice hotel swimming pool.There are people
all around having a good time when ten gaurds run in and start
tossing there things away from the pool area.A small child runs up
to one of the gaurds and ask a question


Small Child)Sir why do we have to leave?I was having alot fun
playing in the water.


Gaurd)Hey kid I dont know.I was just told to clear the pool area and
thats just what I'm doing.So beat it kid.I dont have time for your
questions.


Just then Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck walk into the pool and take
two seats together


Ben Affleck)Jennifer I wish you wouldnt do this.We are going to get
married in less then a year.


Jennifer Lopez)I dont care.I going to meet him here and theres
nothing going to stop me.Now you can go away and leave me alone.Or
you can sit there and act like a man.


From behind Jennifer two hand reich around  and cover her eyes.She
gets a huge smile across her face


Jennifer Lopez)Oh Peter is that you?


Peter Brady)Yeah its TV Greatest Star.How did you know.Oh I seen you
had to bring Affleckhead with you.


Peter takes his hands from around J.L.eyes and it shows Peter has
two big men standing on each side of him.They are wearing full face
mask with only the eyes showing


J.L.)Who are they?(Pointing to the two men in mask)


Peter Brady)Lets just say there some friends of mine.And they will
be sitting in the best damn seats at Summer Heat PPV.


J.L.)Now speaking of seats to Summer Heat.You said that you mite be
able to get Ben and me a couple of tickets


Peter Brady)Yeah.I still can.


J.L.)Oh Peter your the greatest


Peter Brady)Yeah I know.And a couple of fools are going to find that
out when I climb in the ring againest them.You see Jen.In a few
short days I'm steping in the ring with Mr.Rock and Roll and that
freak Darkpunk.Now I dont really have a problem with Amppy
Asston.And his best bet would be to keep his ass back in the locker
room and watch me beat the living crap out of Dark Fool


Ben)If I was you Peter I wouldnt be talking so much crap about
Darkfire.He has had two wins over you


Peter Brady)When I want any shit out of you.I thum you across the
head.Now back to what I was telling you Jen.Its people like Piss
Fire who think just because they come from the street.They can push
you around.Well he couldnt be any more wrong.Its people like you and
I who run the world.Not skum like them low life trailer park trash
who come each and every week to see me.But I did tell you that I
would have your tickets to the matches.But I want you to take care
of my boys here.And make sure they have a real good time


Peter tosses Jennifer Lopez the tickets and walks off with his tow
bodygaurds


Camera Fades


OOC:Sorry about this.But my kid is having nightmares again

(Scene opens on the pool side in Kracka's backyard)

Kracka is laying in his inflatable chair in the pool getting a little
tan.

Kracka has his HWF camera focused on him.

Kracka: Yo, fellow thugs and thuggettes of the HWF! Ya boy, Kracka
chillin' up in the hometown of Ashland South, ya heard! Man, I must
say, this last Frenzy wasn't too gangsta. I mean, I ended up fighting
Jeff Hardy! What kind of shit is that? Then I had to referee a match
between two fools I don't even like! There was a bright spot in that
match. The fact that I wore a referee version of a throwback jersey!
Luckily for me, I keep it in my bad whenever I hit the roads. I've
been having that little uniqye piece of material for quite sometime.
I used to referee local backyard mud wrestling matches between girls
around here and all kinds of other kinky matches for the females.
But, onto other notes, I got a match this week at Summer Heat with
Chase. How ironic? In the "future," which is this weekend, I have to
fight the "Future." That should be short work then I will head on to
face Jerome in the main event and win the HWF title and then put it
up for auction on ebay. OK! OK! Maybe not the last one, but the first
two, definitely.

Chip and Cajun Patriot walk onto the pool deck.

Kracka: Yo, what's haddenin' fellas?

Chip: I'm feeling a little anxious. This weekend, we will be in Baton
Rouge, on the campus of Louisiana State University! Do you know what
this means?

Kracka: Yeah, all 3 of us have a matches at the ppv.

Cajun Patriot: An' we gon' get to eat some good ol' Cajun food in
Bato' Rouge!

Chip: Well, both of you are correct on that one. But, that's not what
I had in mind. I was thinking more of the fact that we're going to be
on a college campus! You know, college girls! If it weren't for
College girls, there would be NO "Girls Gone Wild!" Do you guys
understand what I mean now? College girls=Easy! We just have to get
them liquored up and take advantage of them!

Cajun Patriot: Mais, I don' need no college chic', I got mah' Clotile!

Kracka: Cajun has a point, Chip! And let me also point out, I have a
Mrs. too.

Chip: You mean, there's a Lady Kracka?

Kracka: Word.

Chip: Cool. Well, even if the two of you are taken, that doesn't mean
I can't get any from these chicks. I say we leave a little early for
Baton Rouge.

Cajun Patriot: Chip, where you're goin' wit' dis'?

Chip: ROAD TRIP!

Cajun Patriot: I'm drivin'!

Kracka: What vehicle are we using?

Cajun Patriot: Chip's mercedes again. That ting' has some power! I
like hittin' dem' switches!

Chip: No, this is a road trip. We need something a little bigger!
That's why I drove my escalade down here!

Kracka: Sounds pretty damn gangsta to me. Chip, may I ask how the
hell you managed to become so rich to buy all these high class
vehicles?

Chip: Simple, I used to be a model and then I did a couple porn
flicks.

Cajun Patriot: So, you sayin' you went from a porn stud to a camera
dud?

Kracka and Cajun Patriot laugh.

Chip: Yeah, sounds crazy, but I done it.

Kracka: Well, we need to pack up then head to Baton Rouge. Chip, this
shouldn't be considered much of a road trip. Baton Rouge is only
abput 2 1/2 hours from here.

Chip: Oh well, we're gonna be on the road and on a trip! Wise ass!

Kracka: OK, well, let's load up and head to Baton Rouge.

*One hour later*

Kracka: Well, we're all set. Let's go.

Chip: This time, I'm driving! No one drives my escalade! Only time
someone is on the driver's side of my escalade is when it's one of my
hoes and she's giving me head!

Kracka and Cajun Patriot: SHOTGUN!

Kracka: Let's do this the Ashland old-fashioned way, Paper, Rock,
Scissors! Ready!

Kracka goes with paper, while Cajun Patriot chooses rock.

Kracka: Haha, I win!

Cajun Patriot: Damn.

They al get into the escalade.

Chip: Baton Rouge, here we come!

They head out onto the road.

Cajun Patriot: Chip, why do you have a beef jerky wrapper in your
backseat?

Chip: Where?

Cajun Patriot: Right here!

Cajun Patriot shows the wrapper to Chip.

Chip: Umm, that's not a beef jerky wrapper.

Kracka: Dude, that's a condum!

Kracka and Cajun Patriot look at Chip.

Kracka and Cajun Patriot: You sick fuck!

(Scene fades)

We open outside of the Wolf's Den, the formerly-abandoned warehouse
where Wolfdogg resides. We walk up to the usual doorway, and knock on
the door. The door slowly creaks open. Hikari is in the doorway, she
allows the cameraman to pass her, and they both walk over to see
Wolfdogg sitting on the ground with his legs crossed, wearing a
generic, black, sleeveless T-Shirt, a pair of black jeans, a pair of
old gymshoes, and his usual sunglasses. Wolf is chugging down another
kettle of boiling water. He finishes slurping down the hot water,
pulls the kettle's spout from his mouth, puts the empty iron kettle
on the ground and wipes his mouth. He then looks at the camera(man),
with a serious stare. He gets to his feet and walks over to his
broken-down couch and sits down. We get a better look at him, he has
a few bandages coming his face, from where he was sliced and bitten.
We also see that his arms are taped up all the way to the shoulder,
rather than ending at the elbow. He then gets up and walks over to a
make-shift bookshelf, holding various video cassettes, and CDs. He
grabs a CD and walks over to an old boombox. He puts the CD in, and
walks over to the couch, and sits back down. Richard Elliot's "Corner
Pocket" can be heard in the background.

Wolf: "Aaaaahh. Music to my ears. Nothing helps me relax than some
nice Jazz music. So, what do you want?"

Cameraman [off-screen]: "Well, why did you do a cannonball through
those tables at your last match?"

Wolf: "Well, I'll tell ya, I'm a master of desperation moves."

Cameraman: "Desperation moves?"

Wolf: "You know, when you put your ass on the line to inflict major
damage on your opponent. The point is, you witnessed a bit of a
rebirth that night. The Wolfdogg of the HWF was nothing compared to
the Wolfdogg of old. I used to be quite an extreme fool. I'd take any
amount of punishment, and I'd do ANYTHING to get my opponent to
suffer. ANYTHING!!! That cannonball was just an example!!!"

Cameraman: "...You scare me."

Wolf: "But, let's get to matters that mean something. I did what I
said I would, I beat the fucking shit out of Hood! Hood is laying in
a hospital now, either still unconscious from my beatdown, or crying
himself to sleep because he got his ass handed to him by
an...'overgrown retard'!!! That match was the best Hardcore match
I've had hear, and I'm sad to say that."

Cameraman: "Why?"

Wolf: "An old businessman put up a better fight than Jackass,
Apocalypse, and Cheech!!! Do you know how embarassing it must be for
them?"

Cameraman: "Hood's not that old..."

Wolf: "Is he a businessman?"

Cameraman: "Yes..."

Wolf: "Did I beat him into a bloody pulp?"

Cameraman: "Yes..."

Wolf: "Did he put up a better fight than the three other people I've
fought with this title on the line?"

Cameraman: "Well, actually, that's debateable."

Wolf: "The point is...I'm back to the way I was. Back in the old
days, I was an ego-killer, not an ego-inflater. I'll show you pussies
some real hardcore moves. Just wait 'till Summer Heat. I don't
promise victory over my opponents, but...I do promise that...they
won't be walking away under their own power. Apocalpyse, let's face
it, you've only defended your 'title' once, and it was a crappy
defense in the first place. You've been touting that you're
the 'true' Hardcore champion after you first lost to me, and you
haven't said a word since. After I reunify the Hardcore Division, and
remove this little blemish from the HWF's history, I will get on that
helicopter, and beat your brother and his partner into a pulp. The
fact is, Apoc, I have three defenses under my belt (Pun intended,
folks!), and the only thing you have on your side, besides of course,
the handicap of being in a no-rules match with a man that makes
enemies wherever he goes, is a bunch of whining rants and of course,
the fans' support. But the fact is, siding with hillbillies and
holding your breath don't really help in a Hardcore Match. You still
don't seem to care enough to choose a stipulation for the second
fall. But, let's get onto other matters. The Extremely Dirty White
Boys. They're the current tag-team title holders, and are reducing a
once-great division by wrestling the lowest of the low. A drunk and a
washed-up rockstar. A male prostitute and a Cajun so inbred he's
probably his own uncle, cousin, and grandfather. Is this what the tag-
team division is reduced to? I intend to do only one thing in this
match, win or lose, and that's to bring the tag-team division up a
few knoches. I promise to leave the match bring back at least a
fraction of the tag-team title division's dignity, if not the titles
themselves. Expect a match where you will not leave on your own
power, just like your kid brother, Nebula. Same with you, Jackie.
I've learned from the mistake I made in our last bout, and the insane
World order vs. Extremely Dirty White Boys: Round 2, will be
hellish!!!"

The CD track in the background ends. The scene cuts to static.

*The scene opens with Sniper sitting at a square table in a subway.*

Sniper: "Damn good food. Yeah, that's right. Tuna with asiago cheese.
Breakfast of champs."

Brett and a cameraman walk through the door, causing the door's bell
to chime.

Sniper: "God, I hate that noise."

Brett: "Well, well, well. If it isn't Sniper. What are you doing
here?"

Sniper: "What the hell does it look like? I'm eating. There's one
other thing folks don't mention in their information. They do have to
use the bathroom, and they do have to EAT!"

Brett: "Right so, how do you feel about you're last two matches?"

Sniper: "They're very dissapointing. But, if that's the way things
have to be, that's the way they've gotta be, Brett. Disqualification
isn't a very pleasant word to hear."

Brett: "I can imagine. So, why do you think that you've one with DQ's
the past two matches?"

Sniper: "Well, it's because Nebula, locked in the Total I'm a
Freaking Moron Who Won't Let Go, Because I'm Freaking Deaf, Dumb, and
Blind Submission move. And this little brat fucker, Brady, has to act
like a fuck and have a tantrum. I'm sorry, but DarkFire, have fun
with this asshole. He's hiring outsiders to watch his back. What a
dumb pussy!"

Brett: "I can see your frustration, Sniper."

Sniper: "Oh, but don't worry. Both Wolfdogg and I, can promise you
the most explosive matches you've ever seen, this Summer Heat. Well,
besides the electrifying Scaffold match. We're gonna wipe out these
Lousiana motherfuckers, right off the face of the Earth, and grab
what is RIGHTFULLY ours, now. The tag team title belts! And not to
mention, DarkFire seems to want to die quickly.
Let's have us a little fun after Heat, my friend. Or if you prefer to
die quickly, that's okay too. You set my hair on fire, I'll set you
on fire. Not only am I master of the Sniper rifle, and brute force,
but word has it, that I'm extremely talented with the flamethrower."
[he grins hysterically]

Brett: "You have a piece of Tuna on the side of your mouth..."

Sniper flicks at it with his middle finger, and the tuna flies onto
the camera lens.

Sniper: "Hehe. Whoops."

Brett: "Turn off the camera, we're going."

Sniper: "Bon-Voyage! Arrivederci!.... Fuckers."

*Scene fades to fire.*

Scene opens with Slappy sitting in the lobby of Hood's office.

He sighs.

"This place is dead. And no one knows what hospital Hood was taken
too."

"Well, Apocalypse, you got the better of me. But next time you won't
be so lucky. In any case, you face Wolfdogg on the pay per view. Kill
him for Hood."

Slappy answers the phone... "No Ramona is on sedatives right now.
Well, I don't know, call back next week." He slams it down.

"Shit. Man I really should be organizing myself for the Nebula
interview, but Hood is MIA and FOM is out doing his thing right now."

Slappy gets up and pulls a file out of a cabinet.

"Boring!"

He puts it back.

"Well, Chip and Cajun Patriot, to be completley honest you two are
going to be victims of circumstance. FOM and I are really pissed
about Hood's injuries, and we will be getting our shot at tag team
gold."

Just then FOM busts in the door.

"Dude, I've checked every hospital in the Denver area, and Hood isn't
in any of them."

Slappy says "damn... Wait a minute. What Louisiana hospitals did you
check?"

FOM pauses... "Louisiana hospitals?"


Slappy screams. He looks at the camera...

"Slap fact # 1.   Slappy is the only person in his high school's
history to piss of a librarian to the point that she called him a
cunt faced shit bag."


He looks back at FOM.  "You mean to tell me I sent you out on Hood's
gas card to find him, and you went to the mountains!


Slap fact # 2

"Slappy does not break pasta noodles up before boiling them."

(scene fades as Slappy grabs the Louisiana phone book)

The scene opens inside a run down bar in a some small town.There are
a few people sitting on stools as some old country song plays on a
radio in the background.A few seconds pass and the front door bust
open.Peter Brady walks in holding a chair.He is wearing black pipe
jeans and a gold and white fubu shirt.He walks up to the bartender
who points to a booth where two men are sitting with there backs
turned to the cameras.Peter walks over and takes a seat across from
the two men



Man One)You said you wanted to talk to us


Peter Brady)Yeah sure did.Now you know that HWF Summer Heat is
comming up this weekend.


Man Two)Yeah who dont.Theres going to be one hell of a blood bath
that night.


Peter Brady)You know it and its going to be me making that blood
flow.Now for the reason I called you two.As I told you when I called
you after my match last night I'm in a three way dance againest Amp
Asshole and Darkfreak.Now I dont have a problem with Mr.Rock and
Roll.Hell that boy could fall of the face of the earth and I wouldnt
give a frogs ass.But hes going to be in my way when I step in the
ring with that pimple Darkfire


Man One)So what you want us to do?


Peter Brady)Nothing.Not a damn thing.


Man Two)So why are we here?


Peter Brady)Your here because TV Grestest Star said he wanted to
give you a little gift(Peter pulls out two front row tickets to
Summer Heat and hands them to man one)Now you just make sure you get
there nice and early.I dont want you to miss whats going to happen
to Darkpuke.


Man One)Hang on a minute Peter.Everyone knows you just dont give
aways a gift.Not without getting something back


Peter Brady)Your right.I am going to want something back.I'm going
to want you to watch my back.And when I say watch my back.You know
what that means.


Just then the camera falls behind Peter and the two men and crashes
on the floor


Peter Brady)We'll talk about this out in my limo.


Peter and the two men walk out of the bar but only there shoes can
be seen


Camera Fade

Instead of everyone meeting at my house, Shaun proposed a good idea.

Since most places will be closed for the 10:10 showing, he proposed
we all meet at a restaurant to hang out and eat for a while.

The time frame would be about 8:00.

The three most likely places are:

1. Sicely's Italian Buffet

2. Golden Coral Steak Buffet

3. Ryan's steak house.


Everyone has till midnight Wed. to email me their thoughts.

(personally I like sicilies)

Oh and if the show is sold out, you have no one to blame but yourself.

Show's up...

http://www.angelfire.com/la3/y2hood/show49.html


Summer Heat is only a few days away, get them RPs in fast!

Ok,

So I've only gotten ticket money from two members and their guests.

Me and Rodney are going Wed. to purchase the tickets. Please get with
me sometime Tuesday.

I will be at the store from 4-10 and should be at the house till
around 3:15.

Please get in touch to make arrangements.

( I cannot afford to spot anyone else so don't ask )

*Scene opens with Nebula training in the ring.*

Nebula:  So, Dark Fire, you dare to even THINK about making our match
a submission match?  Didn't you see what I did to Sniperdude last
week?  I made that little pansy squeal like the pig that he is!  But,
if that's what you want, then so be it.  I accept your challenge, and
there's NO WAY IN HELL that you can defeat the Master of Submission
at his own game!  Now, back to training.

*Scene fades*

We open to a black screen, nothing. Then, we can see things to the
sides of the black screen, the walls from the interior of "The Wolf's
Den". The black screen turned out to be the lens from Wolfdogg's
sunglasses. Wolf is looking at the camera, and giving off an arrogant
smirk. The smirk soon turns into a serious, emotionless expression.

Wolf: "Well, I see that Apocalypse has 'graced' us with his prescence
once again. Yes, that's right, the 'Fan's Hardcore Champion',
or 'FHC' as I like to call him, instead of the real Champion, me. You
obviously think I'm going to die in this match? Ha! In my first pro
match, I got pile-driven through a cage, and got to my feet, only to
be given a dropkick from above to knock me out. There are only two
ways that I can die in this match, A. The scaffold's supports break,
or B. I'll slip off. Now, if Hood's not cheaping out on the budget
for this match, or trying to cheat against me, I say that I'm pretty
safe. Both seem very unlikely, unless Hood's trying to trick me. The
point is Apocalypse, you seem to be so assumptive of an
incapacitation for me that you forgot to choose a gimmick for the 3-
Fall Hardcore Unification Match. Well, that or you're just going to
give up on being the official champion, and just continue whining
about how you lost against me. You had your shot, and yet, you seem
to have not taken it. But, then again, it's not too late. Make up
your mind. But, onto much, MUCH more important matters, Hood, you
appear to have origins in both the North and the South, obviously
giving you both your intelligence and your bad attitude. You seem to
want me to have 'the hunter's instinct'."

Wolf then stands up, and walks over to a heavy bag, and begins to jab
at it. He continues jabbing and looks back at the camera.

Wolf: "Let's get TWO things straight, Hood. I AM NO HUNTER! I am a
fighter, a warrior, a predator which gives his prey a fighting chance
before pounding it into submission! I do not kill my prey on sight,
but rather I give it a chance to defend itself, before I beat it into
submission, and then, just as the prey looks at me, pretty much
begging me to give it a merciful death, I walk away. I do not steal
lives, Hood, I am not a murderer, I do not take pleasure in looking
at the spoils of my hunt. You may see me smile after I walk out of
the ring, but that smile is fake. In reality, I'm disappointed after
matches, disappointed that the thrill of the fight, the thrill of THE
HUNT, is over and done with. I live for the THRILL!!! The
invigorating rush of adrenaline when I rush at my opponent, when my
opponent punches me in the face, and when it looks like I've won, but
then my opponent gets his second wind. Second, I will not kill you,
Hood. I guess I should apologize for my 'bodybag' metaphor, but the
fact is that you will remain alive. Death is merely an escape, Hood.
An act of mercy, towards those who have lost their pride. Death,
Hood, is merely a coward's way out. I am more sadistic than that. I
leave my opponents alive, so that they can live with the fact that I
beat them, that they were beaten by 'some overgrown geek'!!!
Some 'freak of nature'!!! SOME 'EXPERIMENT GONE WRONG'!!!!!! So,
remember, Hood, you will be broken after our match, but I will not
kill you, but both your spirit and your body will be shattered into
bits by me!!!"

Wolf reaches toward the camera. The scene cuts to static.

(Scene opens in Kracka's backyard)

Kracka is sitting in his lawn chair relaxing.

Kracka: Shit! I still have no match for tonight. I beat Wolfdogg and
everyone seen the strength that I actually have and got scared.
That's aight, though. I'll still be at Frenzy and hopefully something
will come up. If I have to, I'll go down to the damn ring and run
karaoke in that bitch! I'll be in the ring tonight, match or no match!

Kracka's cell phone rings.

Kracka: Holla at ya boy. No, I don't want to cancel my subscription
to Playboy, I called because my latest issue hasn't arrived. I always
get my issues on the 11th every month! OK, you do that! Peace.

Kracka hangs up the phone.

Kracka: I was looking forward to this month's issue!

Chip and Cajun roll up in Chip's mercedes.

Chip is carrying a magazine.

Kracka: Yo, fellas, what it is?

Cajun Patriot: Mais' Kracka, this feller been lookin' at dis' Playboy
magazine since dis' mornin! I thought he was hyperventelatin' in his
car! That's why I had to drive.

Kracka: Playboy magazine?

Chip: Yeah, it was in your box this morning and I took it out so I
can check it out. I thought you would have known that.

Kracka: No, man, I was trippin'. I called the Playboy company and was
complaining about not getting my issue!  I knew something was up
because I always get them on the 11th. Man, you know we in Ashland.
People be stealing your shit right out of your mailbox.

Cajun Patriot: Y'all ready to head to Thibodaux?

Kracka: Word on that, kid.

Cajun: Mais' let's do de'n.

Chip: I'm driving!

Kracka and Cajun Patriot: Shotgun!

Kracka: Yo, Cajun Patriot, your shrimp boot's untied?

Cajun Patriot: It is?

Kracka: Yep!

Cajun Patriot looks down at his shirmp boots and Kracka jumps in the
front seat.

Cajun Patriot: Hey, that wasn't cool.

Cajun Patriot jumps in the backseat.

SouthSide Boyz: Frenzy, here we come!

Cajun Patriot: Chip, you better not have no nut stains back here!

(Scene fades)

*Chase is in the video room in the arena watching his second match in
the HWF*

Chase: Damn seems like such a long time ago......But believe it or
not it was just a few short months ago and look at it now, about
ready to go for the heavyweight championship.  With all the naysayers
and critics I acomplished everything I said I would.

*The camera zooms over to the screen Chase is watching and shows the
cell match between Dark Fire, Wolfdogg, and Himself.  Just at that
moment Chase falls through the cage down  however many feet to go for
the win*

Chase: Many people say I just happened to fall through the cell, well
if you watch before the camera cuts down to the others I am banging
away up top and breaking away the suports.  I did anything to win
that match and certainly will do anything to my body to win this
belt.  Jerome your charity ends, no you can keep your food stamps but
im taking that fucking belt.  Sacraficing life and limb if need be.
I may die in this match but I will win before I do.

*The camera goes back to the screen as the ref raises Chase's hand
and the screen cuts out*

*scene opens in Stopher Gym... Apocalypse walks in through the doors
in gym clothes and sunglasses, carrying his bags... a few fans make
their way to the hardcore champion*

Fan 1: Hey champ!  Where ya been?

Fan 2:  Running scared from Slappy, huh?

Apocalypse:  Hell no, I don't run from anybody.  As to where I've
been, hell I won't lie to you.  I'm lazy.  I've been sitting at home
all week recovering from my brutal schedule.

Fan 2:  Watching Friday the 13th movies I bet...

*Apocalypse backhands the hapless fan*

Apocalypse:  God damn, that image needs to die.  I quit carrying that
hockey mask around a long time ago.  ANYWAY... Having a champion's
schedule is tough on your body.  So many interviews, appearances,
autograph sessions, not to mention the actual training and matches,
have been killing me.  So when I saw my opponent for this week was
Slappy, I figured I could slip out of public eye for a little bit and
recuperate.  This match will be nothing but a pushover, so I didn't
even bother breaking a sweat in preparation.  Slappy, be prepared to
meet your doom by my hands at Frenzy!

Fan 3:  What about Cranston and Wolfdogg?

Apocalypse:  They're not of my concern this week.  Besides, they both
have their hands full in the ring and out.  Wolfdogg will probably
die in that scaffold match, and FoM is gonna beat down Cranston like
the little bitch he is... hell, I guess that makes my path a little
easier.

*Apocalypse lets out a sinster laugh, signs a couple of autographs
for the fans, and makes his way to the locker room*

*scene opens with Sniperdude at a desk...*

Sniper: "Hood, we really don't want to see you dead. But, we do want
to see you ripped up."

Sniper stands up and begins to walk towards the camera.

Sniper: "You see, I don't care about Wolfdogg's single matches. I
know he can take it himself. The only thing I care about, is that he
is my partner, for tag team usage, and that's about it."

Sniper goes into a flashback of several years ago, when he was in a
cage match....

Announcer: "This is it folks! He's down for the count!"

The opponent throws Sniperdude to the floor.

Sniper lifts up his left arm, and judo kicks the opponent in the
face, breaking his nose.

The oppenent wanders around the ring with Blood squirting all over.

Since the match was a hardcore cage match, we were allowed to use
weapons.

Once the bleeding subsided, he grabbed a box of tacks, spread them
on the floor, and chokeslammed Sniper onto them.

After that, he Took some gasoline, poured it onto Sniper, and lit it
up, causing an explosion of fire.

Hood, it's that feeling. You're on fire, you've got tack's lodged in
your back, heating up, and there's nowhere to run, and nowhere to
hide.

Sniper sits down at his chair again.

Sniper: "Yet, we shall set that aside for now..."

Sniper: "So, for tonight's frenzy... I have to face, Peter Brady.
Whadd'ya know? Alrighty, then."

Sniper: "As a graduate of thirteen wrestling schools, and having
lived through all my matches... This should be a cinch."

Sniper laughs to himself, as he grabs himself a beer.

*scene fades to fire*

::Scene opens with Lamont sitting at his desk surrounded by mountains
of paperwork. He looks up at the camera with a weary look. His eyes
flash with anger and he sweeps his hand across his desk, wiping is
clean of all the documents. He punches a button on his phone.::

Lamont:  Britain E.....Get in Here...NOW!

::Britain E. rushes into the office. She looks around as if to see
Lamont lying on the floor dying::

Britain E.:  Mr. C....Are you ok?

Lamont:  Does it look like I'm ok? Do ye think that running a Multi-
Trillion Pound corporation is easy? NO...I am not bloody OK!  Look at
this. I am swamped with documents. I'm up to me bloody nose in
paperwork. It's been this way for 2 weeks. Hell, me camera got lost
under these documents. And to add insult to injury, I haven't won a
match in God knows how long. Something has to give.

Britain E.:  Wow Mr. C....you seem really stressed out. Maybe you
should hire someone to do this paperwork for you.

Lamont:  Ye know Britain E...I never thought I'd say this, but I just
might need a secretary. I know that all these years since I started
this company I've done things 'hands on'. Signed every document
meself. Everything that would affect me holdings. But now, I've got
bigger things to think about.

Britain E.: Yeah boss. You really should look into it. I would do it
myself, but I've got your personal finances and career to worry
about, so that takes me out of the picture.

Lamont:  It was so easy when I owned the CCW. It was a part of me
company so I treated it as such. There was no additional stress. I
would be the same here if Hood would have sold me the HWF, but no. We
have to do things the hard way. Rest assured, Hood...HWF will be
mine. It's just a matter o time before I cleans society of yer sorry
arse and take yer prized possession.

Britain E.: I hate it when they dont make it easy on themselves.

Lamont: Britain E...Have a stamp made of me signature. Hire an
executive assistant. They will report directly to ye with a summary o
the days events, in writing, each evening before 6:00pm. Any
discrepancies and they will be terminated immediately.

Britain E.: Right away Mr. C.

::Britain E. walks out of the room and leaves Lamont to himself.::

Lamont: There, that should take care of things here. Now I can focus
on me hobby. I am in the worst rut of me career. I'm the CCW champion
for God's sakes. And this week I'm facing someone names 'Fuck o the
Mountain'. Well, lets' look at this logically. What grows on
mountains?.... Trees o course. Now, who cuts down trees?....
Lumberjacks. And of what gender are Lumberjacks mostly?... Male. So
lets' put it all together. If this guy is the 'Fuck o the Mountain'
it would logically make sense that he's a gay lumberjack prostitute.
And I am being forced to face someone of this low stature this week?
Hood, ye and yer bookers need to learn what entertainment is. Anyway,
FoM, you sorry rat bastard, ye will be cleansed from society this
week. Something that will make life a little better for teh rest of
us. Something that should have been done a long time ago.

 	 As for Chase, ye beating me has been a bloody fluke. Ye are
nothing but a wanna be. Someone who will never make anything of
himself except for a poor, washed up, drugged out, alcoholic jobber
like Jake Roberts. Yer title reign has been pathetic. Ye disgrace
that title. Such stars as DMW, The Real Deal, and most recently
Jerome. All of these men have used that belt to further their
stardom. All ye have done is piss on that. What a shame. Yer time
will come. Not now, but  soon enough.

The only person who is more pathetic than ye is Apocalypse. What a
failure he is.  Firstly ye hold the Frenzy Title twice. The only
person to ever do that. And what do ye have to show for it? Nothing.
No HWF title reign. No glory, just a name on a list. Bloody pathetic
if ye ask me. Now, ye have made up yer own title because ye cannot
deal with the fact that ye lost fair and square. So what if I paid
Fred to make the count. It was my duty as an HWF competitor to see
that a tragedy did not happen. Ye didn't win, and I made sure of
that, laddie. Now, ye are reduced to fighting a freak of nature who
should, by all laws of physics, should not exist. What a waste of
life. Ye should be proud of one thing though. Ye have been chosen to
be the 1st o those to be cleansed. When I finally get me hands on ye,
the world will be a much better place to live. I will see to that.


Why?……Because I am Superior.

::Scene fades out as Lamont grabs his bag and walks out of the
office::

~Scene opens AssClown is on writing questions to ask Blunt.

AssClown: Damn I wanted to have that chick on da show so I could
show Chippy's true colors.. but I'll just make him black and blue...

As for B-Lunt good buddy... you have nothing to worry about I won't
hit you with a beer bottle.. I just want to ask you a couple of
question.. and maybe we can fire up a fat one..

"AssClown cell rings"

Yo, talk to you!.. whats up Amp Axton..
Jus the person I wanted to...

~Scene fades

Scene opens with Hood looking at something in his hand. On the ground
is a rather large box marked "heirlooms."

He sees the camera and nods.

He shows the medal to the camera.

"You see what this is? It is a Medal of Honor. From where and when
you may ask. Well, funny you should mention it, it is from the Union
army in the Civil War, where my Great Great Great Great Great
Grandfather Hood served and received this medal for bravery."

Hood sets the medal down, and pulls out a 30 pound Bible...

"This Bible is from another Hood relative, from Ohio. This is from
when we arrived on the boat in the 1700s. It's been passed from
Generation to Generation."

Hood produces a shadow box with an ancient clipping of a newspaper.

"This newspaper article is from Ripley, West Virginia. June 23rd,
1903. It says here that one Clare Hood completed work on the Ripley
wind mill that will be used as the main source of energy to power the
town. My great grandfather, he built the mill to bring light to this
northern town."

Next Hood produces a dirty old artificial carnation. "This carnation
was taken off the body the day of the wake. September 13, 1901, when
my cousin, William McKinley was laid to rest in Canton, Ohio. If you
don't know your history, he was the 25th U.S. president and shot in
early September, and he would die just a few days later. This flower
was on him the day he was shot, and the day he was laid out for the
wake. This too has passed through the family."

Finally Hood pulls out an American flag along with a framed letter.

"This is a letter from George H. Bush to my grandmother, and this is
the flag that went on the coffin for my grandfather. The letter is to
say "we are sorry for your loss" and the flag is what we got to keep.
World War II veteran, and native of Ohio and West Virginia, my
grandfather, Eugene Hood was not a famous or glamourous man. He was a
hard worker and a proud veteran. He loved his country. We lost him 12
years ago to a heart attack."

Hood looks at the flag. "If it wasn't for him relocating out of the
North for a small period of time, his son, Greg Hood, never would
have met a sweet Louisiana girl and fallen in love to produce me,
Greg Hood Jr."

Hood shakes his head.

He puts away his family heirlooms.

"Wolf, don't talk to me about the South and the Civil War. My family
had more than enough participation on the Northern end. And before
you even mention that I'm 50% southern, yes, my maternal bloodline is
from the South. And I can trace every person on that side to a
respected degree from higher education. Every person on my mother's
side that is native to the south has degrees from Nationally
respected Universities across the land, and never had to invoke their
children into experimental operations and create freaks. The only
real blemish on my family history is Herbert Hoover on my mom's side.
But the economy was peaking at that time so a down turn should have
been expected. Roosevelt just lucked out with World War II getting us
out of the depression."

Hood stands up.

"But enough with the lineage and History lectures. Wolfdogg, the fact
remains that I am going into this match like my life is on the line.
I am going in with the mindset that you are a shark, and I am
bleeding. I am going in knowing that my very life can end with this
match. I will probably be spending the next 24 hours looking in a
mirror telling myself over and over again how close to death I may
be. Hell I might go to a funeral home and put a picture of my face on
one of the cadavers to see what I will look like in my casket...

There's just one catch Wolf. I'm not ready to die. You have the
ability to kill me, but you will not succeed. With death closing in
on me, only then will I be my most dangerous.

I've seen dogs on the street. They growl, but run. Only if you corner
them will they attack. Well, Wolfdogg, I'm letting you corner me. I'm
going to let you suffocate me. I am letting you put your hands around
my throat and feel my aorta pulsating with expectations. I am dying
to get up that scaffold with you. I WANT you to go into this match
wanting me to die. I WANT YOU TO HAVE THE HUNTERS INSTINCT!

I WANT YOU TO HUNT ME!

I WANT YOU TO MAUL ME!

I WANT YOU TO TASTE MY BLOOD!

Do you see it Wolf? Do you see us up there? I do. I see you holding
me over your head. Blood dripping down my face. Then you throw me as
hard as you can. I miss the ring and hit the cement. Do you see it? I
do. They pronounce me dead on the scene. Do you see it? I see the
look on your face. It's sheer happiness. You like the prospect of
legally ending a life don't you? I see the funeral. Everyone is sad,
but you. You stand back in your overgrown tux, still smiling. Do you
see Wolf? Do you see me, ten years from now? In my coffin. Rotted
away. Worms eating what is left of my flesh. Do you smell the
decomposed body? You and your friend you come to my grave. And you
piss on it. You are still amused at my death at your hands. You like
it don't you? It give you great happiness...


(in almost a whisper)

there's just one thing Wolf.....it's only in our head. no one. not
you. not anyone can stop me....



see you at Frenzy Wolfdogg"


(scene fades)