-=Inside of a graveyard an ICWL camera comes on. The sun is shining brightly in the sky and the birds are singing. The camera walks through the cemetery panning the various tombstones, some are just plan headstone, well other are monuments to those that have passed. Dates ranging from the as early as 1832 to as late as 2007, many of the graves have flowers left by loved ones that have come to visit their late loved ones. Off in the distance the camera spots a man, standing over a grave, he’s wearing a designer leather trench coat. The camera man slowly moves towards the man and notices that the grave is none other then the Fiona the late wife of ICWL superstar Bolt. But to the surprise of the camera man, the man visiting the grave isn’t bolt but the ICWL’s very own X-Rated.=-

X-Rated: “Here lies the motivation, the driving force behind the man they call Bolt. A man that has garnered the support of the ICWL fans in just a short time. The man that in his first night in the ICWL earned the right to face the World Champion by winning a Tournament, a Tournament that I should have won. Bolt, you say you have finally let go of your anger, that you have finally realized what you have to do in order to succeed here in the ICWL. That you have realized that no one here in the ICWL can tarnish the cherished memories you and your wife shared together. That she is with you forever inside. Well Bolt, I want you to know something; I think it’s only fair that you learn the truth. Fiona isn’t dead, in fact she is very much alive. She faked her death to get away from you, so she could live out her dream. Fiona has left you to become a Porn Star! That’s right Bolt, Fiona is now living out the rest of her days as a whore! She is paid to have sex with men on camera, you should be so proud. Now I know what you are thinking. You are thinking I’m a liar, that there is no way that your precious Fiona would do that to you. Well you would be wrong, and I will prove it to you.”

{X-Rated reaches into his coat and pulls out a DVD case. On it is a picture of Fiona, in a rather curious position, most of the box is being blurred out by the censors, but her face can clearly be seen.}

X-Rated: “See Bolt, I told you Fiona is alive and well and taking it like the whore she truly is. Which brings me to why I am here at the site of her finial resting place; seeing as she is still alive, laying on her back or on all fours taking it from a group of men, I don’t see why there is a need for this monument for her.”

{X-Rated reaches behind the head stone and pulls out a sludge hammer. X-Rated reaches back and swings the hammer with his full force, smashing the headstone in half. X-Rated continues hammering away at the tombstone until it is almost dust. X-Rated slams the hammer down on the base of what was just a moment again the headstone of Bolt’s wife.}

X-Rated: “You see Bolt, I don’t care if you get angry, I don’t care if you are mad or upset. I don’t need to get into your head, although there is obviously enough room. Bolt you may think you have what it takes to be a member of the ICWL roster. You may think you have the tools required to be an ICWL headliner, but the simple fact is, you don’t have the talent. You don’t have the skills, and you certainly aren’t up to the level of the True Talent. Bolt, laying claim to easy victories such as Juvenile Juice, Sean Evans, and Sebastian Thorne is far from something to be proud of. You have been no one, and I do mean no one of serious value. You want to talk about how you have never heard of me before arriving to the ICWL, I’m not surprised, I mean it’s already apparent that you have been living under a rock for most of your life. You think I’m all talk, then you better think again. You seen when I am in the ring, I am every damn word I say I am. I am the True Talent, I am greatest the ICWL has to offer. I AM THE ICWL! I alone have carried this company back to the great organization it once was. I alone brought the ICWL back from the ashes it was smoldering away in. I have given the ICWL the credibility it has so desperately needed, and paved the way for little talentless worms like yourself to come to the ICWL. If it wasn’t for me, the ICWL would have closed its doors long again, and Sugar J would still be in bankruptcy court sorting through the mess. Bolt, it comes down to basic algebra, X=Ratings, plan and simple. When my name is on the card, and my face is on the television it translates into money. I have made Sugar J a very wealthy man. So next time you take your pay check to the bank and cash it, Thank me. I’m not going to try and play mind games with you, because there isn’t much there to play with, I’m educating. When you step inside of an ICWL ring, you are stepping into my ring. And when you step into my ring, with me standing across from you on the other side, you are stepping into more then you can handle.”

{X-Rated starts to walk away, but suddenly stops. He turns around and heads towards the camera man once again.}

X-Rated: “I almost forgot about Sebastian Thorne. Thorne, what do say about you, actually the real question isn’t what to say, but where to start. You have been around the ICWL long enough to have learnt that I’m not just talk. I may say a lot of crap that no one really likes to hear, but I say it because it’s true. Every damn word that comes out of my mouth is gospel. I am both embarrassed and ashamed for you. You have resorted to making false comments pertaining to my genitals. I mean honestly, I did expect more from you. I figured that you of all people would be a little more mature. You talk about ho’s, and pimpin’ acting like you know all about the street life. Frankly it’s sad really. I mean you have based your whole life, your very existence on the career and accomplishments of your brother, if it wasn’t for Bane you wouldn’t even be here. You are a joke, and a disgrace. The only ho I have seen you around is your mother, and even she ends up paying her john’s. You want to talk about the size of my manhood, and my lack of performance ability, it sounds to me like you are talking about your own life. You aren’t man enough to step out from behind your brothers shadow and stand on your own two feet, and you don’t have an ounce of ability inside the ring. Sure you may be younger then me, and you may be smaller then me, but all that means is, much like your crab infested mother, I have more experience then you, and I will be tossing your ass from pillar to post, in the end making you my bitch! You want to be just like your brother, you want to be famous and have the fans chanting your name. Well your chance is coming, because next weekend, inside of my ring, you will become not only famous, but infamous, as the guy that got his clock cleaned by the True Talent, without me having to break a sweat.”

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