Post by Jeff Purse on Jun 26, 2014 13:07:59 GMT -5
“Hope is sweet.
Hope is illumining.
Hope is fulfilling.
Hope can be everlasting.
Therefore, do not give up hope,
Even in the sunset of your life.”
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'Sweat falls from my brow. My heart rate is at an extremely excellerated pace. My respirations are fast and shallow. Panic overwhelms me. It fills me up from my toes to the very top of my head. I am drowning. The pressure is too much to handle. I hear my name. They want me. They want me to enter and do what I do best. But I don't know if I can anymore. I feel as though I have lost a step within the time that I haven't been around. Its all starting to catch up to me. I keep having a dream...a dream that I am falling into a very large, deep pit. Just...falling. Falling and falling and fallling. All I want, all I have ever wanted in my entire life, was to reach the bottom of that hole. To see where it all ends. But I never reach the bottom. I just fall.
Its not right. Its not fair. People look at me to give them some sort of entertainment. No, no not entertainment...at least not JUST entertainment. No, they look at me for hope. They look to me to inspire them to get out and do something with themselves. They see me succeed and feel like they can do just the same. Then they don't do anything. They sit there on their ass, they cheer me on, they want so badly for me to win. And when I do, they celebrate with me, and when I don't...they support me. No matter what, they lift me up. I don't know if I can deal with this anymore.
They put pressure on me to do unthinkable things. They expect something great out of me everytime they see me. They want to see me risk everything I am...all just so they can get a thrill. What about me? Do they really care? Or do they think that I am some kind of...some kind of jester? It doesn't matter what happens to me, as long as I am there to inspire. Yeah, thats what I do. I put my body on the line for every Tom, Dick, and Harry, and what do I get in return? A crowd chanting my name? Is it really worth it?
You bet your ass it is.'
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The scene opens to Jeff sitting in an armchair watching a match between Jonny Fly and Logan. Its a somewhat infamous match, where Logan told Seth Lerch that he couldn't beat Jonny Fly. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as Logan cries on the microphone about not being able to beat Jonny Fly. He is wearing the usual, a tee shirt, red, with the words "The Future" written across the chest in green, jagged, lightning bolt letters. He has loose fitting jeans on, white sneakers, and his trademark aviator sunglasses clipped in the center of his shirt.
He takes and drinks some water out of a water bottle he has nearby. A quick circle of the room he is in and we see that this is not Jeff's house. No, the WCF is still on its tour overseas, and he is staying in yet another hotel. The last time they were in Tokyo, Jeff and Kari had just gotten back together. Jeff happened to run into an old 'friend' from ACW and briefly WCF, Xavier Laroux, who was the bell boy at the hotel. He decided to stay at the same hotel, but hadn't seen his old chum yet...maybe he moved on?
A light knock at the door draws his attention. He puts his water bottle down, pauses the video, and gets up to get the door. The person on the other side knocks again, this time slightly harder. Jeff rolls his eyes. He looks through the small peep hole and rolls his eyes again. He had thought too soon he wouldn't see Laroux, because on the other side of the door there stood the man who called himself everybodies favorite drug, Xavier Laroux. Jeff opened the door.
Xavier Laroux: Yo, whats up Jeffy P! Hey man, I have been-
Jeff Purse: What do you want Laroux?
Xavier Laroux: Wow, that was a little rude. Uh, I wanted to come up here first to say hi, I thought maybe you would want to see me.
Jeff Purse: Why?
Xavier Laroux: Because I am badass bro.
Jeff Purse: Laroux what do you want?
Xavier Laroux: Is that all you can say to me? I am your-
Jeff Purse: Yeah I know, favorite drug, look I am doing something here, and I really don't have time to fuck around with you right now, ok?
Jeff goes to shut the door, but Xavier blocks it.
Xavier Laroux: Look, Purse, I need your help.
Jeff lets out a deep, loud sigh.
Jeff Purse: What?
Xavier Laroux: Well, you know I told you I was wrestling around here, right?
Jeff Purse: Yeah.
Xavier Laroux: Well, I was going to get fired the other day...and I uh...I kinda told the promoter I could get a big name to come in and wrestle a match.
Jeff Purse:...ok?
Xavier Laroux: So I was wondering man-
Jeff shakes his head and cuts Laroux off.
Jeff Purse: No, Laroux. I am not going to do that. I have a big match on Sunday, I am not-
But Laroux cuts Jeff off...
Xavier Laroux: No, uh, I am not talking about you. I am talking about Logan.
Jeff Purse: I am sorry, what?
Xavier Laroux: Yeah, man, I am looking for Logan. I was wondering-
Jeff slams the door in Laroux's face. Standing with his back up against the door, he runs his hands through his hair and shakes his head. Just as he starts for the television again, there is another knock on the door. He turns and looks through the peep hole. He unlocks and opens the door, and there is a small Japanese man looking at Jeff with great admiration.
Jeff Purse: Can I help you?
The man just stares at him.
Jeff Purse: Hello?
The man stares.
Jeff Purse: ok....
Finally, the man holds up a notebook with which he has written, in English, "Where is Seifer Black Armstrong's room?"
Jeff Purse: What the fuck man? What is this, come to my room and make me feel shitty day? This is bullshit.
He turns and slams the door in the Japanese nams face, then returns to his TV. He turns on a station that is doing a highlight on the event. There is a panel discussing the matches. Jeff just happened to tune in when they were discussing the Hardcore title match.
Big Billy Brown: Well, being that I have been in the background at wrestling shows around the world, I am an authority on Hardcore matches.
Zach Davis: That doesn't make sense Billy, you don't know the dynamics here.
Big Billy Brown: Yes I do you cock sucker! I watch the damn show every Sunday you cock sucker!
Zach Davis: Ok, well, and on my left I have senior referee Stanley Moser. How you doing Stan?
Stanley Moser: I am doing swell Zach. Glad to be able to talk about this match. I know all the competitors fairly well, I feel that my opinion is one to take seriously.
Big Billy Brown: Who is this fucking NERD?!
Zach Davis: ...NerdSmasher fan?
Big Billy Brown: Nerd what?
Zach Davis: Nevermind. Ok, so the hardcore title match at Blast. We have the champion, of course, Logan, who is at a disadvantage because he doesn't have to be pinned to lose this match. He has to survive four other men. Those men are Seifer Black Armstrong, Jeff Purse, Oblivion, and Alex Richards. And I just want to say that I am not liking the champions chances here.
Stanley Moser: Well to defend the title in this type of match is extremely difficult Zach. Especially when you are going against guys like Logan has to go against.
Big Billy Brown: All this little fella Logan has to do is get in a corner and pray to god someone doesn't give him an ultimate wedgie also known as bad mat burn.
Zach Davis: I am afraid I don't know what you are talking about Billy.
Big Billy Brown: Zach you have a pretty mouth.
Zach Davis: Ahem, ok. Anyway...uh...Stanley who are you picking in this one?
Stanley Moser: I have to go with the big man, Oblivion. Arguably the greatest Hardcore Champion of all time. He has proven himself time and time again, and I think that he has what it takes to really defeat the rest. I am predicting Oblivion pins Jeff Purse here for the win.
Jeff blinks at the screen and shakes his head.
Jeff Purse: What the fuck...?
He continues watching.
Zach Davies: And as much as I don't care to know, Big Billy Brown, who is your pick?
Big Billy Brown: I pick you Zachary, to come back to my hotel for a little hoedown. WHOOOO! I want to ride you like you were a Budweiser Clydesdale.
Zach Davies: Oh god. Well, Stanley, I am going to pick Richards in this one. He has been on a little bit of a tear, and he really has Logan's number. He is pretty obsessed with the fact that he thinks he is a member of Pantheon, and I think after Jeff Purse has his say, it will be apparent he isn't. I think he is going to pin Jeff for the win here.
Big Billy Brown: I wanna pin you you sexy son of-
Jeff shuts the television off, sitting somewhat dumbfounded.
Jeff Purse: Really, nobody thinks that I am going to win this fucking match except for me? What the fuck? Is it just that everyone forgot about me? Forgot that since I came to the WCF I have always, ALWAYS been in the Ultimate Showdown match. Not only that, but that I have finished with a title both times? Did these fuckers forget that this is the sort of match that I shine in? And they think that I am just going to pass up an opportunity to be in the Showdown again because I have people like Logan, and Seifer, and Oblivion, and Richards to hold me back? I don't fucking think so.
I have proven myself time and time again here in WCF. I am a top contender. Period. You can't deny me that. I walk into a bathroom, Logan see's me, and tries to put me out why? Because I am a threat to him. Seifer Black Armstrong decides to sick is fat attack dog on me why? Because I am a legend already in this business. I haven't even been here for three years and people think WCF and Jeff Purse are synonamous. Why? Because I am that good.
Oblvion is one of the best Hardcore champions of all time. And do you know who beats one of the best Hardcore champions of all time? Jeff. Fucking. Purse. Oblivion always comes out and seizes all over the fucking ring with his half naked bitches who look as though they all had a simultaneous brain aneuryism, and then he gets pinned by Jeff Purse. Thats something that Oblivion hasn't only experienced, its something he comes to expect. I will kick that big monster right in that ugly face of his, and possibly do him a favor, because nothing can make him any uglier. Fucking him up would only make him more appealing to the female monsters out there.
Alex Richards, stop. Alright man, you were alright to team with. That in NO WAY means you are a part of Pantheon. If you want to work together in the match...alright man, but under two conditions. I am going to end up kicking your ass, and you are not nor will you ever be a part of Pantheon. Ok? I honestly have respect for Alex though. He knows how to bring it to Logan. He scares Logan. Shit, he scares me. He is a big fat guy. Who isn't afraid of a big fat guy? Dude will sit on your head and fucking suffocate you. That should be his finishing maneuvoer. He could call it the Richards suffocanator...or something I don't know. Here is the point, Richards, you and I are not friends. The moment will come in the match when you don't expect me to kick you, and I do. Thats just fact. Nothing personal, I am just going to be the one to win this match.
Who thought it was a good idea to throw Seifer Black Armstrong into this match is a dumbass. Why? Because he is a bitch, thats why. The Hardcore title isn't about who can be the biggest cheap shotting bitch, its about who is the biggest hardcore badass. I wouldn't be surprised if Seifer sent his dog Samuel down to the ring to fight the match for him. The last few encounters I have had with Seifer, I never even got a chance to whoop Seifer's ass. He always has his big man slave do his dirty work for him. Why? Well I think its quite simple. Seifer said he had Samuel attack me because 'he can'. No. He did it because he wanted to make a mark in the WCF. He just lost a World Heavyweight Title Match, and he had to prove he was still relevant after being embarrassed by my boy Steve Orbit. So he found someone who Steve was close with, that would be me, and let his giant loose. But he wasn't about to attack me himself. No. Because Seifer isn't stupid. He is afraid of me. Plain and simple. But by his actions as of late, he should be. Even more than before. I am gunning for Seifer. I am going to completely take this son of a bitch out of the match. After the first ten minutes, its going to be Alex Richards vs. Oblivion vs Logan vs Jeff Purse, with Seifer leaving the arena in an ambulance.
Logan. The champ. He has held this title for quite some time now. Since March 30th. And I remember the run he had before with it. He faced me and Oblvion in a triple threat for that title. Thats right it was the last Slam before I got reinjured again. Remember that match Logan? Las Vegas. The crowd screaming my name as I nailed you and that big fucked up monster with a chair. Do you remember that Logan? That was, I will admit, one of the best, most violent matches I have ever been in here in the WCF. And I proved that day that I was faster, tougher, and stronger than you, Logan. I proved that I could withstand anything that was thrown at me. How did that match end? We all ended up hurting each other so much, beating the shit out of each other so much, that none of us could get up. That match ended in a triple countout. Hah. That will not happen again. I am taking Seifer out Logan, but I won't settle for anything but the champion. I won't settle for anything but the biggest piece of shit to ever step into the WCF ring. I am going to pin you, Logan. I am going to pin you and take that title off of your old ass. And after I do, Loogie, you should quit. Just advice. Because you won't be able to walk after.
Logan, Oblivion. That match we had was epic. Get ready for a repeat. Siefer, I am going to hurt you. I am going to try my damndest to end your career. Alex, you are not a member of Pantheon. Guys, this is my match, this is my event, this is MY Future. And I am going to prove it. I am going to show you people out there why I will beat everyone of these men on Sunday. Just you wait an see...until then...
Welcome to the Future...of Hardcore.
The scene fades to black.
Hope is illumining.
Hope is fulfilling.
Hope can be everlasting.
Therefore, do not give up hope,
Even in the sunset of your life.”
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'Sweat falls from my brow. My heart rate is at an extremely excellerated pace. My respirations are fast and shallow. Panic overwhelms me. It fills me up from my toes to the very top of my head. I am drowning. The pressure is too much to handle. I hear my name. They want me. They want me to enter and do what I do best. But I don't know if I can anymore. I feel as though I have lost a step within the time that I haven't been around. Its all starting to catch up to me. I keep having a dream...a dream that I am falling into a very large, deep pit. Just...falling. Falling and falling and fallling. All I want, all I have ever wanted in my entire life, was to reach the bottom of that hole. To see where it all ends. But I never reach the bottom. I just fall.
Its not right. Its not fair. People look at me to give them some sort of entertainment. No, no not entertainment...at least not JUST entertainment. No, they look at me for hope. They look to me to inspire them to get out and do something with themselves. They see me succeed and feel like they can do just the same. Then they don't do anything. They sit there on their ass, they cheer me on, they want so badly for me to win. And when I do, they celebrate with me, and when I don't...they support me. No matter what, they lift me up. I don't know if I can deal with this anymore.
They put pressure on me to do unthinkable things. They expect something great out of me everytime they see me. They want to see me risk everything I am...all just so they can get a thrill. What about me? Do they really care? Or do they think that I am some kind of...some kind of jester? It doesn't matter what happens to me, as long as I am there to inspire. Yeah, thats what I do. I put my body on the line for every Tom, Dick, and Harry, and what do I get in return? A crowd chanting my name? Is it really worth it?
You bet your ass it is.'
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The scene opens to Jeff sitting in an armchair watching a match between Jonny Fly and Logan. Its a somewhat infamous match, where Logan told Seth Lerch that he couldn't beat Jonny Fly. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as Logan cries on the microphone about not being able to beat Jonny Fly. He is wearing the usual, a tee shirt, red, with the words "The Future" written across the chest in green, jagged, lightning bolt letters. He has loose fitting jeans on, white sneakers, and his trademark aviator sunglasses clipped in the center of his shirt.
He takes and drinks some water out of a water bottle he has nearby. A quick circle of the room he is in and we see that this is not Jeff's house. No, the WCF is still on its tour overseas, and he is staying in yet another hotel. The last time they were in Tokyo, Jeff and Kari had just gotten back together. Jeff happened to run into an old 'friend' from ACW and briefly WCF, Xavier Laroux, who was the bell boy at the hotel. He decided to stay at the same hotel, but hadn't seen his old chum yet...maybe he moved on?
A light knock at the door draws his attention. He puts his water bottle down, pauses the video, and gets up to get the door. The person on the other side knocks again, this time slightly harder. Jeff rolls his eyes. He looks through the small peep hole and rolls his eyes again. He had thought too soon he wouldn't see Laroux, because on the other side of the door there stood the man who called himself everybodies favorite drug, Xavier Laroux. Jeff opened the door.
Xavier Laroux: Yo, whats up Jeffy P! Hey man, I have been-
Jeff Purse: What do you want Laroux?
Xavier Laroux: Wow, that was a little rude. Uh, I wanted to come up here first to say hi, I thought maybe you would want to see me.
Jeff Purse: Why?
Xavier Laroux: Because I am badass bro.
Jeff Purse: Laroux what do you want?
Xavier Laroux: Is that all you can say to me? I am your-
Jeff Purse: Yeah I know, favorite drug, look I am doing something here, and I really don't have time to fuck around with you right now, ok?
Jeff goes to shut the door, but Xavier blocks it.
Xavier Laroux: Look, Purse, I need your help.
Jeff lets out a deep, loud sigh.
Jeff Purse: What?
Xavier Laroux: Well, you know I told you I was wrestling around here, right?
Jeff Purse: Yeah.
Xavier Laroux: Well, I was going to get fired the other day...and I uh...I kinda told the promoter I could get a big name to come in and wrestle a match.
Jeff Purse:...ok?
Xavier Laroux: So I was wondering man-
Jeff shakes his head and cuts Laroux off.
Jeff Purse: No, Laroux. I am not going to do that. I have a big match on Sunday, I am not-
But Laroux cuts Jeff off...
Xavier Laroux: No, uh, I am not talking about you. I am talking about Logan.
Jeff Purse: I am sorry, what?
Xavier Laroux: Yeah, man, I am looking for Logan. I was wondering-
Jeff slams the door in Laroux's face. Standing with his back up against the door, he runs his hands through his hair and shakes his head. Just as he starts for the television again, there is another knock on the door. He turns and looks through the peep hole. He unlocks and opens the door, and there is a small Japanese man looking at Jeff with great admiration.
Jeff Purse: Can I help you?
The man just stares at him.
Jeff Purse: Hello?
The man stares.
Jeff Purse: ok....
Finally, the man holds up a notebook with which he has written, in English, "Where is Seifer Black Armstrong's room?"
Jeff Purse: What the fuck man? What is this, come to my room and make me feel shitty day? This is bullshit.
He turns and slams the door in the Japanese nams face, then returns to his TV. He turns on a station that is doing a highlight on the event. There is a panel discussing the matches. Jeff just happened to tune in when they were discussing the Hardcore title match.
Big Billy Brown: Well, being that I have been in the background at wrestling shows around the world, I am an authority on Hardcore matches.
Zach Davis: That doesn't make sense Billy, you don't know the dynamics here.
Big Billy Brown: Yes I do you cock sucker! I watch the damn show every Sunday you cock sucker!
Zach Davis: Ok, well, and on my left I have senior referee Stanley Moser. How you doing Stan?
Stanley Moser: I am doing swell Zach. Glad to be able to talk about this match. I know all the competitors fairly well, I feel that my opinion is one to take seriously.
Big Billy Brown: Who is this fucking NERD?!
Zach Davis: ...NerdSmasher fan?
Big Billy Brown: Nerd what?
Zach Davis: Nevermind. Ok, so the hardcore title match at Blast. We have the champion, of course, Logan, who is at a disadvantage because he doesn't have to be pinned to lose this match. He has to survive four other men. Those men are Seifer Black Armstrong, Jeff Purse, Oblivion, and Alex Richards. And I just want to say that I am not liking the champions chances here.
Stanley Moser: Well to defend the title in this type of match is extremely difficult Zach. Especially when you are going against guys like Logan has to go against.
Big Billy Brown: All this little fella Logan has to do is get in a corner and pray to god someone doesn't give him an ultimate wedgie also known as bad mat burn.
Zach Davis: I am afraid I don't know what you are talking about Billy.
Big Billy Brown: Zach you have a pretty mouth.
Zach Davis: Ahem, ok. Anyway...uh...Stanley who are you picking in this one?
Stanley Moser: I have to go with the big man, Oblivion. Arguably the greatest Hardcore Champion of all time. He has proven himself time and time again, and I think that he has what it takes to really defeat the rest. I am predicting Oblivion pins Jeff Purse here for the win.
Jeff blinks at the screen and shakes his head.
Jeff Purse: What the fuck...?
He continues watching.
Zach Davies: And as much as I don't care to know, Big Billy Brown, who is your pick?
Big Billy Brown: I pick you Zachary, to come back to my hotel for a little hoedown. WHOOOO! I want to ride you like you were a Budweiser Clydesdale.
Zach Davies: Oh god. Well, Stanley, I am going to pick Richards in this one. He has been on a little bit of a tear, and he really has Logan's number. He is pretty obsessed with the fact that he thinks he is a member of Pantheon, and I think after Jeff Purse has his say, it will be apparent he isn't. I think he is going to pin Jeff for the win here.
Big Billy Brown: I wanna pin you you sexy son of-
Jeff shuts the television off, sitting somewhat dumbfounded.
Jeff Purse: Really, nobody thinks that I am going to win this fucking match except for me? What the fuck? Is it just that everyone forgot about me? Forgot that since I came to the WCF I have always, ALWAYS been in the Ultimate Showdown match. Not only that, but that I have finished with a title both times? Did these fuckers forget that this is the sort of match that I shine in? And they think that I am just going to pass up an opportunity to be in the Showdown again because I have people like Logan, and Seifer, and Oblivion, and Richards to hold me back? I don't fucking think so.
I have proven myself time and time again here in WCF. I am a top contender. Period. You can't deny me that. I walk into a bathroom, Logan see's me, and tries to put me out why? Because I am a threat to him. Seifer Black Armstrong decides to sick is fat attack dog on me why? Because I am a legend already in this business. I haven't even been here for three years and people think WCF and Jeff Purse are synonamous. Why? Because I am that good.
Oblvion is one of the best Hardcore champions of all time. And do you know who beats one of the best Hardcore champions of all time? Jeff. Fucking. Purse. Oblivion always comes out and seizes all over the fucking ring with his half naked bitches who look as though they all had a simultaneous brain aneuryism, and then he gets pinned by Jeff Purse. Thats something that Oblivion hasn't only experienced, its something he comes to expect. I will kick that big monster right in that ugly face of his, and possibly do him a favor, because nothing can make him any uglier. Fucking him up would only make him more appealing to the female monsters out there.
Alex Richards, stop. Alright man, you were alright to team with. That in NO WAY means you are a part of Pantheon. If you want to work together in the match...alright man, but under two conditions. I am going to end up kicking your ass, and you are not nor will you ever be a part of Pantheon. Ok? I honestly have respect for Alex though. He knows how to bring it to Logan. He scares Logan. Shit, he scares me. He is a big fat guy. Who isn't afraid of a big fat guy? Dude will sit on your head and fucking suffocate you. That should be his finishing maneuvoer. He could call it the Richards suffocanator...or something I don't know. Here is the point, Richards, you and I are not friends. The moment will come in the match when you don't expect me to kick you, and I do. Thats just fact. Nothing personal, I am just going to be the one to win this match.
Who thought it was a good idea to throw Seifer Black Armstrong into this match is a dumbass. Why? Because he is a bitch, thats why. The Hardcore title isn't about who can be the biggest cheap shotting bitch, its about who is the biggest hardcore badass. I wouldn't be surprised if Seifer sent his dog Samuel down to the ring to fight the match for him. The last few encounters I have had with Seifer, I never even got a chance to whoop Seifer's ass. He always has his big man slave do his dirty work for him. Why? Well I think its quite simple. Seifer said he had Samuel attack me because 'he can'. No. He did it because he wanted to make a mark in the WCF. He just lost a World Heavyweight Title Match, and he had to prove he was still relevant after being embarrassed by my boy Steve Orbit. So he found someone who Steve was close with, that would be me, and let his giant loose. But he wasn't about to attack me himself. No. Because Seifer isn't stupid. He is afraid of me. Plain and simple. But by his actions as of late, he should be. Even more than before. I am gunning for Seifer. I am going to completely take this son of a bitch out of the match. After the first ten minutes, its going to be Alex Richards vs. Oblivion vs Logan vs Jeff Purse, with Seifer leaving the arena in an ambulance.
Logan. The champ. He has held this title for quite some time now. Since March 30th. And I remember the run he had before with it. He faced me and Oblvion in a triple threat for that title. Thats right it was the last Slam before I got reinjured again. Remember that match Logan? Las Vegas. The crowd screaming my name as I nailed you and that big fucked up monster with a chair. Do you remember that Logan? That was, I will admit, one of the best, most violent matches I have ever been in here in the WCF. And I proved that day that I was faster, tougher, and stronger than you, Logan. I proved that I could withstand anything that was thrown at me. How did that match end? We all ended up hurting each other so much, beating the shit out of each other so much, that none of us could get up. That match ended in a triple countout. Hah. That will not happen again. I am taking Seifer out Logan, but I won't settle for anything but the champion. I won't settle for anything but the biggest piece of shit to ever step into the WCF ring. I am going to pin you, Logan. I am going to pin you and take that title off of your old ass. And after I do, Loogie, you should quit. Just advice. Because you won't be able to walk after.
Logan, Oblivion. That match we had was epic. Get ready for a repeat. Siefer, I am going to hurt you. I am going to try my damndest to end your career. Alex, you are not a member of Pantheon. Guys, this is my match, this is my event, this is MY Future. And I am going to prove it. I am going to show you people out there why I will beat everyone of these men on Sunday. Just you wait an see...until then...
Welcome to the Future...of Hardcore.
The scene fades to black.
