Sean: How in the fuck can you be drinking a beer when it’s freezing out here!

Chris: Damn Sean you are such a bitch. It’s only like forty five degree’s.

Sean: It feel’s like twenty though.

Chris: You will be alright.

Sean: Shit, I might as well go inside and get my ass loaded.

Chris: You got a light on you?

Sean: Yea,

~{Sean dig’s into his pocket and dig’s around for a moment. Chris pull’s a pack of Newports out and get’s himself a cigarette out. He hold’s it in his mouth and watches his brother digging through his pockets.}~

Sean (Mumbling to himself.): Where the fuck is it?

Chris: Fuck it, I will just use the fire.

~{Chris carefully takes the cigarette and slide’s it to the edge of the barrel slowly. The flames ignite the cigarette, Chris raises it up, and take’s a long drag off of it. He then exhales the smoke through his nose. Suddenly the two men here foot step’s approaching and they both turn towards the ramp leading to the house. Sean has both fist clinched tightly and slightly squats. Chris reaches down to the wooden planks and picks up a barbwire Singapore cane which was unseen until now. The two men glance at each other and then at the figure approaching them.}~

Sean: Who the fuck is there?

~{Sean is peering into the darkness and look’s at the figure. Chris take’s another drag off his smoke and now raises his Singapore cane up to his waste. Sean get’s a angered look across his face.}~

Sean: Who the fuck is there dammit! You better fucking answer before you get your head kicked in.

~{From the shadow’s you hear the sound of a man who doesn’t seem to speak with much authority.}~

Man: Don’t hurt me! I was sent here for a interview.

~{As the man comes closer the camera sees that he is a mere five foot five and maybe weighs hundred thirty pounds soaking wet. Chris and Sean look at each other confused as the guy is dressed in a few layers with brown sweats and a huge jacket on.}~

Chris: Who the fuck sent you out here?

Man: The UWWF headquarters. This is my first assignment.

Chris: What’s your name?

Man (He leans forward to shake hand’s with Chris.): Steve Mornings! The newest UWWF field reporter!

~{Chris rest the Singapore cane on the fifty gallon drum. Sean roll’s his eye’s at the reporter and turns back towards the fire. Chris look’s at the guy’s hand and then take’s another drag off his cigarette.}~

Sean: God damn people always harassing us for a interview. Fuck this I’m going inside.

~{ Sean turn’s and storm’s past Steve. You hear his loud footstep’s walking across the wooden planks. Then you see his figure climbing the step’s up towards the house. Steve turn’s and watches him as he goes inside.}~

Chris: Don’t worry about him. He has been a little moody ever since he fell.

Steve: He’s injured? This will make a great story for me to report! When did it happen?

~{Steve speak’s so fast and fumbles through his pockets trying to produce a pen and pad of paper. Chris take’s the final drag off his cigarette and then flicks it into the water. He smirks slightly.}~

Chris: No you dumbass. When he fell off the scaffold at Made of glass.

Steve: Oh, Yea I knew that I was just making sure!

Chris: Whatever. Look let’s hurry up I’m ready to go inside.

Steve: We can do the interview in there! That would be great I’m freezing!

Chris: Well I’m not cold so we will stay out here.

~{Chris picks up his beer bottle and takes a long swallow of it. He wipes the corners of his mouth and then takes another swallow. He then glances at Steve who is watching him drink his beer.}~

Chris: You want a beer Mike?

Steve: It’s actually Steve. But no thank you. I’m not allowed to drink on the job.

Chris: Ok whatever Jason. Let’s get this thing started.

Steve: My name is Steve.

Chris: I’m Joe.

Steve: Your real name is Joe?

Chris: No, is your real name Robert?

Steve: No,

Chris: Well then we both lied about our name then.

~{Chris smirks as he takes the last swallow of his beer. Steve look’s at him with a frustrated look. He then sit’s down, on one of the patio chairs. He then start’s to ask questions.}~

Steve: Yesterday Tony Lockton released a tape of a arrest made on the newest superstar to join the powerful force of the Apocalypse of Wrestling. The reason for arresting him are unknown at this point but what do you think about that?

Chris: well it’s pathetic! For Tony Lockton to go on live television and to broadcast that man’s dirty laundry is just sad. Who care’s what he did back in 98? It’s 04 and fastly approaching 05. That’s six years old, It is some shit that should have been left in the closet.

Steve: Gary Britton toured Japan in 98’ on the world hardcore tour. He went up against some of the best the world had to offer including his now partner Maddog, in that tour. What do you think he is capable of.

Chris: What is he capable of? Hell the man can wreak havoc. Anyone who can stand toe to toe with Ontani Osaki has ball’s of steel! I faced Ontani in a match once in Tbilisi, Georgia at the Boris Paichadze Stadium! That particular stadium seat’s almost seventy five thousand and they sold nearly a hundred thousand tickets for that event. Me and Ontani went at it for thirty minutes before I finally super bombed that fucker through a plate glass window. So I will give you your prop’s for that Gary. But just because you went to Japan and wrestled hardcore over there doesn’t mean you will amount to shit here. UWWF is the pinnacle of hardcore and we lay it all out each and every time. So don’t come barking that shit in here.

Steve: You and Gary are set to square off in what is known as a 200 hundred light tubes, light tube log cabin match. It look’s to be if there is going to be hundreds of thousands of pieces of glass everywhere and the two of you will be beating each other in it.

Chris: Your damn right. Gary Britton talk’s about being hardcore. How if he desired my belt he would tear it away from me. Well guess what son. You don’t have the brass ball’s to take anything from me. When I take your sorry ass carcass and beat the shit out of you all over Viking Hall. Then I take and bash your head open with light tubes maybe just then you will get the point….. What that point is you wonder. Your nothing Gary, your just yet another piece of shit laid out in front of me for me to destroy! Gary your nothing but a stepping stone. Your just a obstacle Maddog has laid out for me to destroy. See because Maddog isn’t stupid. He knows that I will rip you up and leave your ass laying on your back. He is just trying to soften me up before I come and rip your fucking throat out. But when the time comes you will know that you just had your ass beaten.

Steve: The other day Cyrus made a challenge for himself and the Renegades, to a 12 man war games match. Maddog and the Apocalypse have yet to accept but how about you?

Chris: Cyrus and the Renegades talk a awful lot. But the fact of the matter is we will take on anyone or any group at anytime. Maddog and the AoW have four. Cyrus and the Renegades have four. Me and Sean….. We got two. But we will get our other two. I say put some gas in the truck and crank the bitch up. If this is what everyone wants to see than that is what they will get! All I am going to say is that the hell that will come of this wont be pretty. It will not be for the faint. The fucking hell that will break loose when everybody that is somebody in UWWF comes together will be worse than anything you have ever laid your eye’s on! The challenge is accepted but I don’t think you really want this. No one wants this. It’s too big for you to handle Cyrus. My warning to you is think long and hard before you sign your contract for this. It might be the last time it ever happens!

Steve: Well that will be good to start my article on. I’m going to go talk to Sean now.

Chris: Go knock yourself out. I doubt Sean will want to talk much though.

Steve: I had more questions for you but I’m freezing. I will just go inside and talk to Sean.

~{Steve get’s up from his chair and start’s to make his way up the ramp towards the house. Chris lean’s down and open’s a cooler and get’s another beer out. He twist the top off and tosses in down. He takes a swallow then sit’s down in the patio chair. Behind him you see Steve Mornings at the back door knocking. The camera see’s the door open and Sean is standing there. Sean step’s onto the back porch and the camera cut’s up to where they are.}~

Sean: Make it quick dirt bag,

Steve: Can we go inside? It’s cold as hell.

Sean: First off hell isn’t very cold. Next no. I don’t let no fucking reporters inside.

Steve: Come’on, I got to take a leak.

Sean: Whiz off the back porch. Most of our friend’s do that when they are drunk. Now hurry the fuck up let’s get this over with.

Steve: You and Acid are set to square off on Liberation television in a ladder match. But not just any ladder match. There are light tubes, barb-wire tables. All wrapped around the ropes, the ladder, the tables. It’s nothing but a misery house in which we have all be invited to watch. What do you say about this match?

Sean: I say are you really that fucking dumb? It’s sick, it’s demented! It some hardcore shit! But that’s why I am here. To put on a fucking show like no other. Acid think’s just because he came out at Made of Glass and cost me my National title he is something special? Hell that dumb ass fucker is nothing but a god given waste of sperm. I’m going to take his fat ass head and split the fucker wide open1 Then shove busted pieces of light in his head. I’m sick and tired of this fucking queer ass group called the Renegades talking cheap ass shit they cant back up. We are going to shut them up the hard way and it start’s with the loudest of them all Acid. So what do I say about this match? I welcome it. I am ready for it. I’m going to show this bitch what the fuck hard-gore is! It’s not just a saying, it’s a fucking lifestyle.

Steve: Sean some people are claiming you are in a slump. That your on the downside right now and are desperately trying to climb out. How do you feel about this?

Sean: How do I feel?….. How do I feel? What sort of fucking shit is this? What are you now a psychologist? I feel like I need to go beat the shit out of some people. Show the fucking world that Sean Van X is the fucking man he claims to be. I got screwed in my match at Made of Glass when that bitch Curtis Schmitt fell off the scaffold at the same time as me and they called it a draw. Acid will get to see what the hell I am talking about when we meet up at liberation. I fucking primed and ready and for he sake he better be.

Steve: Now Sean let me ask why….

~{Sean bolt’s up out of his chair and start’s to walk toward’s the door. He swings the door open and turn’s to look at Steve.}~

Sean: Fuck it’s cold out here. This shitty ass interview is over.

~{Sean slam’s the door shut as Steve is left staring at the door. The camera flashes inside where Sean is standing in the kitchen with a bottle of Wild Turkey. He look’s at the camera.}~

Sean: Hey Acid….. Are you ready for Liberation? I hope so because god know’s I am. I cant wait to get your ass in the ring. Then and only then will you realize what sort of sick shit I can really do. Your ass is in for the beating of your life when I beat your fucking blood out of your body. I am going to rip you to fucking shred’s . Acid you know what’s the funniest thing about it all? Your nothing but a sorry sore ass bitch. On Monday I will prove that and make you know that you don’t stand a chance against me. Your going to be beaten for everything your worth, and your not even worth the paper you wipe your crusty ass with. Acid let’s be honest with ourselves. Your going to get hurt. Badly. You will fucking regret the day you stepped foot into the UWWF ring. You’re a damn bitch! Just wait and see what I am going to do!