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~{UFFW camera’s open up in the fierce streets of Philadelphia. It is a cool winter night and the camera shows a few bum’s in a alley, a hooker on the corner and across the street is a few gang members. Most places are closed up except the 24 HR bail bonds, Strip joints, and liquor store. Off in the distance approaching the camera you see a figure. He is dressed in black boots, with some dark jeans. He has a long leather jacket on. That reaches past his knees. As he get’s closer the camera notices it is Chris Van X. His scarred forehead seem’s to shine in the night from the lights around him. Under his body length jacket you can see the UWWF Streetfight championship wrapped around his waist. He look’s at the camera as he walks.}~
Chris: Well no one wanted to listen to me. No one wanted to hear me. I think everyone has gotten my attention now. Chris Van X isn’t going to put up with this shit anymore! He is going to do something about it. He is going to start beating the fuck out of anyone and everyone who get’s in his way. I beat the ever loving shit out of Exodus and Nightmare at Made of Glass and I doubt we will ever see Exodus show his face. Then this past week at Liberation I beat Nightmare within a inch of his god forsaken life. The sorry piece of shit is lucky that’s all I did to him. I should have broke his sorry ass in half and then shoved a fucking light tube up his ass. I went into the ring and beat the fucking shit out of Maddog and slapped him right in his damn face. I guess I got his attention because he went out and hired a fucking hitman to come take care of me. Yea, Maddog you might say he is to help bring down the fist of the AoW, but you and I both know he’s here to stop me. But his fucking judgement is coming! UWWF fan’s are amazed at everything that has transpired over the last few weeks. But one thing doesn’t amaze me….. That’s the fact of I haven’t been beaten since I walked back into the UWWF ring! I want to know who the fuck is going to?
~{Chris is now turned down a road with a busy intersection on it. He keep’s walking and watches the cars go by. A bum approaches him from a alley. Chris looks over at the guy.}~
Bum: Got any spare change?
Chris: Yea, Here you go.
~{Chris dig’s into his pockets and pull’s out a few bills and some loose change. He hand’s the small hand full of cash to the bum, who lite’s up with joy. }~
Bum: Thank you so much sir! God bless you!
Chris: No problem anything to help out a fellow Philadelphian.
~{The bum turn’s and walks back down the dark alley where he came. Chris lets a slight smirk go across his face and then snickers a bit to himself. He continues walking.}~
Chris: Damn that guy looked like DeGenR8.….. Well anyways. On Liberation television Nightmare and myself squared off in a battle that most people are scared to enter. A light tubes table match. Nightmare after I nearly ended your career. After I punked you out and beat the shit out of you all over the ring I want to know one thing. Did you really think you where going to stand a chance? You where a sorry ass bitch! I fucked you up big time! I drove your face straight through that bundle of light tubes and stood there and watched as your bloody body laid in your own puddle of blood I created! You were nothing but my bitch. I hope to god you fucking know that! Because beating you was the easiest challenge I have had yet since my return to UWWF!
Chris: Maddog let me ask you this. In the last few week’s I have beaten the shit out of you and left your bloody ass laying knocked out or hanging from a cage. I want to know, do I have your fucking attention? Do you know who the fuck I am? I revolutionized this fucking sport and invented hard-gore! I beat the fuck out of everyone and anyone you have ever sent my way. From the best you had to offer such as Pike Daniles to the worst you had like Nightmare. I have left no stone unturned! You know and I know that I am one of the most dangerous men on the planet. Well guess what,…. Your next on my list of battles. Over the years in this hardcore world we live in I have heard one name over and over. The world famous man. He is the legend of the underground! The icon of extreme. Maddog!…. Well when I get done with you it won’t be much fun. Sometime somewhere we will face off. This assclown, Gary Britton is nothing but another shit head you are sending my way. Well I am tired of it. I am going to make a example of him and will show you what the fuck being hard-gore is all about! You wont be able to run anymore. You said I must first go through Gary Britton……. Well that is going to be as easy as cutting pie. I’m going to take this hired gun of yours and do him like I did Nightmare and fuck his life up. Beat him to death with light tubes and watch his entire body get cut to pieces. Maddog you are the fucking legend right? Well get your mind to thinking. What is the most extreme match you know of. What is the pinnacle of the underground when it comes to one match. Think about it and when you know what it is. Sign me up!
~{Chris has reached the end of that street and he turn’s and walk’s down the next. He dig’s into his pocket and get’s out a pack of Newports. He pull’s one cigarette out and places it in his mouth. Then he get’s his lighter out and flicks it a few times. He lite’s up his smoke and takes a few puffs. He then look’s back at the camera.}~
Chris: Now on Liberation television we saw a man appear name Gary “Liberator” Britton. To most he is seen as a great force. Someone to reckon with. A great piece of the missing puzzle in the Apocalypse of Wrestling. But I don’t see him as that. Gary let me ask you this. Are you mentally prepared to enter into the ring and look across and see a man that is building his fucking reputation by kicking the shit out of everyone and anyone the hardcore world has to offer? Gary you may be some extreme wrestler some other places. But UWWF isn’t other places. It’s my fucking back porch. It’s my home, I helped build this structure. I put the gore in hard-gore. You nothing but a phony! A fake, a stand in! You are just the hired gun Maddog went out and hired to try and take me out. Guess what though. He is going to have to spend a hell of a lot more money than that to rid me! Gary you are going to have to bring everything you have in order to even come close to beating me. You need to bring every ounce of energy to the table. Because when I start smacking your fucking head into light tubes you will wish to god you where back in your momma’s stomach! I will cause you to lose so much blood that your fucking eye’s will become blurry. You will lose your vision due to the blood flow. I’m going to show you and the entire Apocalypse of Wrestling what the fuck hard-gore is. Because frankly I think they have forgotten! I don’t think they remember. Your nothing but a puppet for Maddog Britton. You’re a joke. When Liberation television roll’s around and you find yourself stuck in the ring I want you to know that your about to meet extreme! I am going to destroy your world and then watch you gargle your own blood and choke on it. Your not even going to be able to walk away. Because your not man enough to handle what I am going to dish out! You are just a bitch! Britton when liberation hits and you are looking across the ring at me. Remember this,….. I warned you not to fuck with me!
~{As Chris turn’s the corner he finishes his smoke. He tosses the butt into a drainage ditch. He then pull’s out the key’s to the Jeep. He walk’s to it and unlocks it. As he open’s the door you see the UWWF, Brass knuckle championship on the passenger seat. Chris reaches around his waist and pull’s the streetfight championship off as well and lays it next to the other title/ Chris then takes off the long trench coat and put’s it inside. The camera shows his forearm which is heavily bruised and has multiple stitches. Chris look’s at the camera the raises his forearm up to it.}~
Chris: Small price to pay to show those fuckers who is weak and who is what he says. Nightmare this was all you could do to me? Sure it may leave a scar but I have a couple dozen more to match it. But I did something to you that you will never forget. I took your belt and embarrassed you in front of the entire world…. Gary Britton this s caused by light tubes……. Next week are you ready for me to do this to your face? Or you going to chicken out? Run like a coward! Britton this may be the least of what I will do…… Maddog, what more do I need to say other than get ready for the fight of your life! Because I am bringing it and going to climb into your world and destroy it! Your going to be sorry you ever signed me to a contract! Britton, Maddog I’m gunning for both of you and it wont be pretty!
~{Chris jump’s inside the Jeep and cranks it up. You hear the engine roar as he pull’s off the side street into traffic. The camera fades to black.}~
~{ The UWWF camera’s reopen at a gym and training center in Philly. The cameras pans over people who are working out and most of them are on there lunch break. The camera shows one man on a weight bench, he has on some Adidas shoes with gray shorts. He has a plain white wife beater shirt on. The man is pressing more than what he should. He seems to be struggling some and his spotter has a worried look on his face.}~
Spotter: Hey man you able to handle this?
~{As the man lifting weights begins to speak the camera recognizes that it is Sean Van X. Who is speaking in a very grunted tone.}~
Sean: I’m fine!
~{Sean has done a few rep’s but is not doing them in stride as need be. Finally he signals to put them up and the spotter assist him in placing the weights back on the rack. The spotter shakes his head with a sign of relief as he walks away. Sean sits there with his hands over his face for a moment trying to catch his breathe. He then glances at the camera then look’s back at his hands.}~
Sean: I cant lie. I’m not in the shape I use to be. I’m getting old. My bones hurt, my strength is slipping. I just cant seem to do it…… Oh wait that’s a bunch of fucking shit. It’s just what everyone has been thinking lately. They think Sean Van X is washed up. A has been. A tag team specialist! Well I don’t think so. On liberation television everyone got a small taste of what is to come and that’s me putting my boot through the head of Acid. I am going to start doing what Chris is and not taking no shit from anyone. That start’s with Acid this week, and then ends with Jeremy Clarkson!…..
~{Sean gets up off the bench and proceeds over to a treadmill. He climbs on and does a fast walk as he speaks.}~
Sean: Jeremy don’t think I forgot about you. We have unsettled business in the form of you with your hands on my gold still! I have full intentions of taking that away from you. Your little scheme you worked out with Maddog not only kept me from getting my half of the brass knuckles championship. But cost us our perfect record in scaffold matches. But that’s ok, because soon enough the rematch will take place and we will both get what belongs to us and that is full possession of the straps. Repent you prance around here like you all that. But I know the truth., If you take the financial backing of Dension out, Take the power and authority of Maddog away you are still that same punk as bitch we use to tease and make fun of years ago. Your nothing then and your nothing now. When our worlds collide we will witness the beginning of the end of your reign atop the UWWF empire. You will meet defeat! You will fall and be aware that bad things do happen to those who fuck with me!
Sean: One more person I want to address and that is my opponent this week Acid. See Acid me and you have un finished business. You saw fit to stick your nose into my affairs at Made of Glass and cost me the National title…. Well honestly I cant blame you because I had plenty of chances to win I was just toying with the poor bitch. But you came out and put a steele chair to my head and cost me the belt. You and Cyrus then beat on me momentarily. But lets be honest. I really had the last laugh. I kicked the shit out of the two of you and then walked out under my own power. While the two of you laid there and looked like five men just pummeled you. But the funny thing is…. It was just me. Acid it took just me to beat the shit out of both of you. And on liberation television it will take just me to do it all over again.
~{Sean stop’s the treadmill and gets off. He walks towards the back area of the gym where the lockers are. The camera follows him in as he wipes his forehead of sweat with a towel.}~
Sean: Acid you have been given the assignment of going into the ring with one of the most lethal men in all of the sport. You get to wrestle me in a match with one of my favorite weapons a ladder. But Acid this isn’t just any ladder. It is a ladder wrapped in barb-wire with pieces of light tubes stuck on it. Also in this match are tables wrapped in barb-wire with light bulb tubes strapped to it. I could only dream of having the chance to wrestle you in something like this. Now my dream has come true! Acid you see your nothing but a lucky ass bastard who has ran his mouth long enough to get what he wanted and that was to climb into the ring with one of the big boys and that was Jeremy Clarkson. But Acid you proved you don’t belong. You proved your nothing. You’re a mere bitch. A sorry talent less bitch. On liberation I am going to make you bleed. I am going to show you why I am known as the hard-gore mother fucker! I am going to let you see it up close and personal when I take your sorry ass and put you through so many tables with light tubes on them and watch your body bleed! Your not able to beat me. Acid your going to get hurt. Worse than anything you can ever imagine because unlike Repent I have nothing to lose. Just more to gain. I am going to get you. I will fuck your world up and then you will know you fucked with the wrong person!
~{Sean tosses the towel on the bench then opens his locker door. He pull’s out a duffle bag as the camera fades.}~
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