Chris: Shit man, I can’t believe all the crap that went on at made of glass.

Sean: Your telling me. Shit I never… ever ..expected Cyrus to beat me. But I cant believe you laughed when I asked you why you didn’t come help me with Acid and Cyrus.

Chris: Hahahaha Well you know as well as I do the worst thing that was going to happen was you tripping over that cyclone fencing on your way out. Those two guys are the laughing stocks of UWWF.

Sean: It doesn’t matter to much. He will get what he deserves when our boy G-man gets his hands on him. Acid has Clarkson to deal with.

Chris: That is going to be one funny match. G-Man and Cyrus? Cyrus might as well mail the title over to G-mans place.

Sean: Shit he thinks the ass whipping I gave him during the match and after was bad. G-Man will make Cyrus shit in his trunks.

Chris: Also did you get the point of that Derrick demented guy?

Sean: You mean Mario C’s little genetic freak?

Chris: Yea who in the hell where those guys he was beating up?

Sean: I’m not quite sure they have never been in UWWF before.

Chris: Mario C probably hired them right before the show.

Sean: It might have been those homeless guys we gave those smokes to before the show started.

Chris: There isn’t no telling who the fuck they where! Mario C is so messed up. He acted like anyone cared that he was in a fucking wheelchair. He’s such a overrated prick anyways.

Sean: Him and his group of rejects are going to be the laughing stock of this federation.

Chris: Well Jazz and Awol have been the joke of this federation since they joined it.

Sean: Poor guys don’t even know they are sorry as hell!

Chris: I guess that beating we gave them the other week. Didn’t help the picture sink in to well

Sean: Who in the fuck is this Titan guy?

Chris: I think he use to wrestle somewhere. I just don’t know who the fuck he thinks he is claiming we aren’t even in his league.

Sean: Shit we’d beat the fuck out of him and leave him laying with those other bitches I beat the shit out of at Mae of glass.

Sean: By the way what was that shit you did to Nightmare and Exodus? I thought you where going to kill them.

Chris: Hell I should have. Those two where almost as big of a waste of time as Acid and Psycho.

Sean: So what made you go out there for that match?

Chris: Well two things. First off to let Maddog know that I was pissed off. The other was because Nightmare has been a embarrassment to this federation since he has had that title. He’s a joke and needed to be shut up. I did that and on the twentieth I will finish that job.

Sean: This is going to suck. You will have two belts and I wont have any.

Chris: You will get your tag strap soon.

Sean: Maddog probably had that shit planned from the beginning.

Chris: Well I don’t know how would he know if each of you guys would fall off at the same time?

Sean: True, but he didn’t want Clarkson not to leave with his belt.

Chris: He sure didn’t want him to leave without that worlds title now did he?

Sean: Shit, he went as far to restart the match to make sure his boy got the belt.

Chris: It’s all good though brother. We got G-Man, Shocker, Black Rain. We will get our revenge on the Apocalypse.

Sean: Well it’s cold as hell and I’m going inside.

~{Sean gets up from his chair and opens the cooler. He grabs about three beers. He then begins to walk up the ramp way. He is slightly limping. Chris finishes off his beer. He then opens the cooler and gets out another.}~

Chris: Well Made of Glass has come and passed. It seems that everything in UWWF has suddenly changed. New alliances have been formed. Old ones have been broken! It seems that everyone has gotten someone watching there backs. Even us! At the pay per view you saw myself and my brother ago up against the Purveyors of Perfection, for the very last time. A team that was supposedly to be the greatest ever. But we may never know who really is! They are yet to prove to us they are better. We saw all types of things go on at the pay per view. UWWF is in for a major change and it’s happening as we speak! But just because things are changing doesn’t mean the simple fact of us becoming the champs wont take place. It just seems that it is going to take more time than we thought to reach our goal.

Chris: Now Jeremy Clarkson. You seem to be one half of the tag team champions, and I seem to be the other half. Your partner and my partner fell at the same time and because your buddy Maddog was so interested in getting the belt off Bonez he decided to screw me and my brother over, but that is ok. Repent you may still have your belt but not for to long. See eventually it’s going to come down to a point where we have to get new champions. Jeremy this is what I am proposing. A title match. Brass knuckle tag team title match. Let’s get some new champs. Sean,… and whoever you choose! Let’s settle this! I don’t want you holding on to the belt as much as you don’t want me holding on to it. I’m ready to get rid of you as the other champion. One way or another it’s going to happen.

~{Chris takes another swallow of his beer. He adjust his wind breakers and when he does he knocks over his stack of empty beer bottles. He looks at them then glances back up at the camera.}~

Chris: At the pay per view you saw myself come out and destroy your current Streetfight champion and his opponent. Why did I do that you ask? Well I am sick of seeing a crappy, sorry, waste of sperm champion like Nightmare! Your embarrassing this company. You don’t deserve gold! You don’t even deserve a contract! I beat you within a inch of your life and it didn’t take but a few moments! Nightmare at Liberation I plan on finishing the job. I am going to take your worthless, lifeless, completely pathetic career and destroy it! I will beat the shit out of you and walk away with the belt and put some dignity back into it! Nightmare you will feel defeat. I am going to show you why they call me hardcore. Why I am the extreme machine! Nightmare I am going to dominate you in the ring and show the world how weak you really are! Nothing is going to stop me from becoming the Streetfight champion!

Chris: One more thing real quick. Maddog…. You like to play games huh? You like to mess around with people. Well I guess at the pay per view you got my point when I used that barb-wire Singapore cane up against the back of your head you got my point of I’m not taking your bull shit anymore. I am sick and tired of you abusing your power. I’m sick of seeing you and your group of stooges getting your way around here. Well people like me, Sean, Black Rain, Shocker and G-Man are putting a stop to it. We are coming at you and going to destroy the legacy of the Apocalypse of Wrestling. Maddog you better get your ass ready. I promise it wont be the last time you feel that barb-wire cane against your head! AOW is going to die! We will kill it! Maddog me and you are not finished! We will eventually meet in the ring and I will prove to everyone you’re a pushover. You’re a old timer who has nothing to offer the world of hardcore anymore. We will finish what you started at made of glass. I’m going to kill AOW and it will start with you!

~{Chris sits back in his chair and takes yet another swig of his beer. He finishes it off then tosses it on the ground. He then leans back and relaxes in the chair. Camera flashes inside where Sean Van X is on the couch. The NLCS is on and Sean is drinking a beer. His feet are propped up on the coffee table. He looks up at the camera.}~

Sean: I guess Cyrus and Acid think they are real slick huh? They beat the shit out of me left me all bloody. Cyrus got to keep his belt. But I’m trying to remember who was the ones left laying in the ring and who walked out? Yea you guys may have double teamed me, you may have jumped me beat me down. But I all by myself beat the shit out of the two of you and walked out under my own power. You two on the other hand got beat up by one person….. I actually thought it was funny when I got to the back to get bandaged up for my next match. I looked at my own brother and asked why he didn’t come out. He looked at me and laughed. He said he knew I didn’t need any help. I couldn’t help but chuckle when he said that because he was right. I did handle beating the shit out of you two and frankly it wasn’t that hard. But both of your times will come. But till then always be ready because at any moment I might decide to pay you bitches back.

Sean: Then real quick before I go, I just want to send a message to Jeremy Clarkson. You may still have one of those belts but not for much longer. Because I am going to beat the shit out of you and rip it out of your hands. Clarkson I’m coming to get what is rightfully mine!!!