~{Camera’s open up in the locker room of the Van X BoyZ. Laying on the couch face down is Sean Van X. He is wearing some biker shorts and a black UWWF shirt. He has his hair pulled back in a pony tail. On the coffee table is a empty bottle of Smirnoff vodka and a carton of orange juice. Chris is seen back in the shower area shaving his head. He has a straight razor and is only wearing a towel wrapped around his waste. As he is shaving he begin’s to speak.}~

Chris: After Liberation I’m sure everyone is wanting to know what we have to say to everyone. Where we have been all week. What has been on our minds. Well I’m going to tell you. That there is quite a few things. I guess we can start with our opponents from Liberation, Big Lee Levec and Mr. Something Preston whoever. Me and my brother did exactly what we said we would do and that’s beat you guys to a pulp. We didn’t hold back on anything and made you understand that we are the supreme team! Did you like that barb-wire flaming Singapore cane? I beat that left a mark. As of matter of fact I know it did I’ve been hit with that a few times before in my life. It aint to much fun now is it? Well boy’s you got everything you deserved and that we said we where going to give you and that was a ass beating!…

~{Chris finishes up shaving and rinses his head. He walks over to his locker and reaches in his duffle bag. He pull’s his plain white wife beater shirt on over his head. He then pull’s out a pair of tommy jeans and slip’s them on. He sit’s down and begins to tie his timberland boots. While he is tieing his boots he start’s to speak again.}~

Chris: Also on liberation television we saw some young chump named Johnny Pyscho stick his little nose where it didn’t belong. He walked down to the ring and stepped into our territory. He came into my world and I don’t play that. You put your hand’s on my little brother? That aint too smart. See Sean doesn’t like people f*cking with him. He takes it personal. Well Johnny they booked you in a match with Sean for the number one contender ship for the national title. All I have to saw to you is I hope Sean isn’t to sober for his match. Because I’m quite sure he is going to rip you a new hole and stick his size eleven boot up your ass. He doesn’t take to kindly to you and is quite unhappy…… Then we have the current National champion Cyrus. Now I’ll be honest with you I don’t know who you are. But I’ll just say this you better bring you’re a game the night you climb into the ring with Sean he don’t play around with little insects like you! Your nothing to us Cyrus. You always have been and always will be.

~{Chris finishes up tieing his shoes. He then reaches over and takes a swallow of his bottle of jack daniels. He get’s up and walk’s out of the locker room. He walks down the hallway and digs through his pockets to get out his keys. He rubs his freshly shaven bald head as he smiles at the camera.}~

Chris: Well I see that we got our point across and got the attention of the champs. The group known as The Apocalypse of Wrestling decided to jump me and my brother after our match. I guess they think a little beating will make us back down? Huh they don’t know us to well. Jeremey Clarkson you talk about that Justin Dension supports the group. Curtis Bonez is the muscle, and Maddog makes the matches? You say that your responsible for breaking the bones and kicking the asses? Well from what I noticed you didn’t seem to do much when the beating took place? You just seemed to run your mouth a awful lot. You seem to do that a lot. But you also said if we want those belts we have to beat one of you to get the shot? Well guess what I got my shot……. Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt you get stuck in the spot to go up against me. The best part about all of it is I get to choose the match….. We can go fall’s count anywhere….. Texas death match…. Extreme hell in a cell…. I just don’t want any match. I want something new something original. So let’s see we need to take down the ring ropes and replace them with barb-wire….. Then lets see why don’t we make sure you cant run away. So let’s take a steele chain and wrap around each of our wrist….. Then just for some fun lets wrap the chain in pure steele barb-wire. Then I got you right where I want you. See Bonez you wont be able to run and hide from me, I’m going to keep you right there. Because when things get ruff and I get you beat down just like I want you, you might try to run to the hills. But I want to keep you in the center of the ring and beat you to a bloody pulp. I like to call a little match like this a extreme chain match. Do you have the nerves…. The guts or even the balls to accept? I hope so chump! Curtis you better pray to god that I show you mercy! Apocalyspe of Wrestling said I need a army! Well I got my army right here. We will take you guys out one by one…. Then you will see who the real power is here in UWWF. We will be taking those tag team titles there isn’t a single thing in the world that can stop us. We get what we want and we want to beat the shit out of you!.

~{Chris has now made his way outside to the parking area. He hop’s in Sean’s Jeep wrangler and cranks it up. He smiles at the camera then back’s up peeling out of the parking lot with a loud noise……. Back inside the locker room at the sound of the jeep leaving. He sit’s up and look’s around. He then look’s at the camera as he rubs his eye’s.}~

Sean: I’m glad you’re here…. I have a lot of things I want to discuss….. Well since I’ve had a headache for the last two day’s from drinking. I may not be able to remember them all. First thing is first though…. Johnny Psyhco you walked out into something you have no clue about and that’s the most extreme tag team to ever set foot into a UWWF ring. Well you now have to stand face to face with me in the ring and take what I dish out. That is going to be a beating from one side of the ring to the other. You little snot nose punk you got no idea what I am capable of doing. You will get your little head busted open and your blood splattered all over the arena. You will realize that you f*cked with the wrong person…… Cyrus I’m going to make this short and simple… Get ready to hand that belt over. Because I am going to rip it out of your hands and then beat the shit out of you with it. Your going to regret ever becoming champ because I am going to take it from you and hang it on my shoulder and walk away.

~{Sean lean’s forward and grab’s his Vodka bottle and try’s to take a sip. The bottle is empty and he drop’s it on the couch next to him. He then look’s over to Chris’s locker and see’s the half empty bottle of jack daniels. Sean takes a long swig of it then look’s back towards the camera.}~

Sean: Then we got Apocalyspe of Wrestling. I like that 2 on 4.… It’s smart it make’s sense. You cant face us straight up. So you get extra help. But it’s funny because your suppose to be the best. But for some reason your not why is that? You are self destructing. Maddog and Bonez are fighting… What’s next Dension and Clarkson fighting? Maddog and Clarkson? Bonez and Dension? I’d hate to see you guy’s not like each other anymore…. Well I hope you guy’s have a nice week….. I gotta find a bar…