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| **Two days havs passed since the biggest TWW event to date, and the Main Event is set for Critical Conditions. A lot of heat was expressed Tuesday night, As I'm sure there will be on Friday...** Out front of a giant building, There is a lot of comotion as the press are trying to get inside. Security guards are holding them back, Not letting them get inside. Then suddenly a black pick-up truck screeches up and slams on its brakes right in front of the building as all of the press look back. Then a man steps out of the truck, a man wearing a black leather mask. He walks up through all of the reporters and goes up to the Security Guards.... CorX: Move out of my way! Guard 1: Can I see some I.D? The masked man who is none other than the New God, reaches into the back pocket of his black jean shorts. But instead of pulling out some form of identification he pulls his hand out with a clinched fist and nails the Guard in the jaw, sending him to the ground! The other Security guard then backs away as CorX steps through the door. He finds himself in a huge lobby with a desk in the middle. He walks up to the desk where the receptionist sits and... Receptionist: Hello, Welcome to Tidal Wave headquarters. How can I help you? CorX: You can start by telling me where the [bleep] Swift's office is! Receptionist: I'm sorry. I would tell you but he's not here. Can I take a message? CorX: You sure can. When you see him you tell him that CorX is looking for him! If he thinks he's gonna... Just give him the message. Receptionist: Will do sir, And once again I am really sorry that he isn't here now. CorX then slams his fist down on her desk. He then mumbles to himself as he walks over to the elevator... CorX: (To himself) I know Swifts here. He is just having that girl lie.I'll find his ass. After pressing the button the elevator door opens and he walks into the empty elevator. He looks at the buttons and it goes from 1 to 30. But next to number 22 it says,"Exec.". CorX then presses number 22 as the door shuts. The elevator goes up and then reaches the 22nd floor, the door opens and CorX gets out. He see's four doors, and on one of the doors it reads,"President". CorX then storms up to the door and opens it up...No one is in the room. CorX: Damnit! He then walks out and slams the door. Then one of the other doors on the floor open up and out walks Kris Cole. CorX looks over and see's Cole and walks over to him... CorX: Where's Swift!? Kris Cole: I want to know the same thing! I still haven't got this weeks pay check! CorX: Is he in the building? Kris Cole: Nope, afraid not. He usually doesn't come to this office, He has over 30 in the U.S and even more in England. CorX: Well if he's not here then I will look somewhere else! CorX then starts to walk off to the elevator but Kris runs up behind him... Kris Cole: I doubt that you are going to be able to find him. Are you really willing to search the country, Then search England? CorX then stops in his path... CorX: Fine! I will wait untill Friday. Cole: Oh I'm sure he'll be there Friday. Well, Do you mind if I have a few words with you concerning Friday? CorX: No, If I talk to much right now I may say some things I may regret later. CorX then walks over the elevator as Cole runs over to him... Cole: Just one question? CorX: GET THE [bleep] OUT OF MY FACE!! CorX then shoves Cole to the ground and steps into the elevator.... Two Hours Later.... The broadcast then picks back up a few hours later, But it is not at the building like before. It was outfront of a old beating down house that was located at the end of an extremely long dirt road. Inside the House.... There is a man sitting in a old brown chair stairing at the floor. As the camera gets closer it is easy to see that the man is none other than CorX. CorX then lifts his head and speaks rather softly... CorX: I know that Lightning is tomorrow night. And I would have trained or done something to prepare myself, but I didn't. And do you know why? CorX gets out of the chair and walks over to the fireplace, Then he picks up a large hammer that was sitting near and completely goes bizzerke! He smashes the whole fireplace about then begins to yell... CorX: (Screaming) Why!? Why haven't I prepared!? Because I am going to let my full emotions take over when I get in that ring tomorrow night! I am letting the hatred seep through the wounds and scar what is in it's path! And that will be Suicide and Chase! They will both feel the scorn of the New God! No one gets away with anything in my world! Chase, You took my mask! That right there is enough reason for me to gut you and eat your insides! But I got my mask back, but that still doesn't mean your off the hook! My hatred towards you grows larger by the day, And when I wrap my hands around your neck tomorrow I am going to squeeze all of the life out of you! This isn't about Titles anymore, This is about Hatred and Hell! Suicide, You little punk ass hick! You the hell do you think you are!? Do you think you can insult me and get away with it? I dare you to bring your little girlfriend to ringside tomorrow night! I dare you! I am not playing games anymore boy, This is the real thing and I hope that you can understand what I am going to do to you is not out of respect or anything else, It is out of hatred! You will be mine... Vendetta, Me and you are on the same page here and tomorrow night we are going to go into that ring and take whats ours, and thats there souls! Nothing on this world can stop me now, You have awoking the beast underneath your bed and now its too late to do a goddamn thing about it! Tomorrow, Don't expect a wrestling match. Expect a grouping of intestings underneath your chin! I have never been this [bleep] mad in my hole mother[bleep] life! Tactics and strategy won't help you! Nothing can save you now! Nothing can save you now! Nothing can save you now!!!!! CorX then uses the hammer in his hand and starts to smash and destroy everything in sight! CorX: I don't care if I lose that match, All I care about is hurting you! I want to watch you bleed! I want to watch you suffer! I want to send your severed head to a girl! Suicide, Chase, You both may wick up the pin but rest assure that you WILL NOT leave that arena on your own two feet! God is just a number and it will be proved when you pray for mercy, BUT GET NONE!!!! Pleseant dreams.... Screen Fades To Black.... |
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