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| (The lights in the arena go out. We are live with a loud crowd in Las Angales, only a few hours after TWW Friday Night Lightning. As fans scream and shout, the camera scans the crowd to see such signs as "Wazzzuppppp!", "Chase Screwed AMW" and "Lightning Struck Suicide". The Tidal-Tron starts to flicker black and white, and then turns to full colour, where we get a picture of downtown LA, just in front of a large building, probably a block of flats. Reporters and fans surround the entranceway, where something is going down. As the camera focuses on the scene, it becomes apparent that there is a TWW autograph signing taking place. A couple of wrestlers sit there at the tables, but nobody of any importance, just no names that appear as jobbers in dark matches. One man in particular stands out. He's about five foot eleven, and is wearing a black America's Most Wanted shirt with dark blue denim jeans, shades and black boots. The man has the EWA World, Cruiserweight and Tag Team titles over his shoulder and around his waist. A pissed look is drawn across his face, kinda like Scorpio when he found out that all he was was a glorified jobber, as we realise who the man is. It is none other than number one contender to the TWW World title, our "favourite"(a term to be taken VERY lightly) Anti-American, Suicide. As he starts tossing over tables, he punches one of the no names in the faces, and grabs a mic from a reporter.) Suicide:F**k all you people. Get the hell out of here. (The reporters back off, and most leave straight away. Others stand there for a few seconds and then leave. Suicide paces back and forth, and then turns another table over, knocking a fan back in the process.) Suicide:Earlier tonight, I got damn screwed. As soon as that s**t went off the air, I got my ass straight down to LA, where, unbelievably I'm renting a place at the moment, unfortunately for me. I watched that tape over and over again. Hell, I especially had the tape fast rewound and played over and over in the parts with Arriana, High Class and EOE trying to screw me. You four, you might think you've damn well got this one won, but let's face it, you're a long way off a victory. Oh, and Graduate, it's a shame you won't be able to face Chris at Mind Games. I'm sure my good buddy would have taken great pleasure in laying your ass out. But Chase, you really got me jacked up tonight. I've had damn enough of being screwed over. (He turns over another table, and pushes away a fan looking for an autograph.) Suicide:Chase, I had you beat. If your little nancy boy friends hadn't decided to mess in my business, I'd have got you down one two three. But that isn't your style is it Chase. When I take on you, it isn't man-o-man. It's damn well Living Pisspot on a damn suicidal warrior. Warrior. Not quitter. You might think you're top Chase, but God knows who you payed off in the back for that finish. Oops, sorry, I'm not meant to talk out of character am I? Well Chase, I've had f**king enough. I've got a damn score to settle with you, and it's all gonna end at Mind Games. You boast that you have defeated me every time we've crossed paths. But why? Let's see. Just some of the reasons include Arriana, EOE, High Class, Graduate, Byron and God knows who else. Hell, I bet Mr Swift himself had something to do with it. Chase, you might think you've got this thing won, but when Mind Games comes, it's me and you. Wait a minute. No it damn well isn't. It's me, you and EOE. EOE you useless b****rd, you cheated your way into this match, and now it makes it unfair on me. You're not number one damn contender, I am, and I'm being screwed out of my chances right here. I've had pissing enough, and I won't stand for it any more. Chase, Mind Games, me and you, I'll take you down like the dog you damn well are. (Suicide throws down the mic and walks off, leaving behind a crowd of frustrated fans, kicking bins and litter on his way. As he gets to a parking meter, he kicks it, and as it snaps and falls, a police officer comes up, taps him on the shoulder, and tries to talk. Suicide turns around and smacks him on the chin, knocking the officer back. He carries on walking, as the officer looks on in disbelief, with the TWW superstar not even listening to the lawmans calls. We fade out, as the officer speaks into his radio.) |
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