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[johnnyanthrax]

Here I am. Fuckin' walkin' talkin' wrestler. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would ever be a wrestler. I didn't even know how much they made let alone the god damn bonus' you get after each important win. The perks. Eating free..well that is if you can get into places. You see, Colton has been teaching me more about the inside of the Industry and I guess I'm what you call a god damn Heel. It took me thirty seconds to figure it out, and once it was explained I knew it was my role. I don't know if I like it or not, but I know for sure I don't give a damn. It fits me. It's me. Anthrax. The heel. Ahh fuck it.

Anthrax: So what's on the Agenda today, Colton?

Colton: You have a small media question'aire for WCF's Slam this week. Basically, all the competitors are in this WCF dot com interview where they ask basic questions and you answer them. Your answers will be on WCF dot com on Monday Morning for the hype of Slam. Should be good. You just have to watch the language.

Anthrax: Sounds simple and exciting.

Colton: Also watch the sarcasm.

Anthrax: So I've been thinking about DDay a lot.

Colton: Go on.

Anthrax: I don't get it. He shows off his house in what seems to be a pretty good lookin' home no doubt, but he says somethin' about people takin' pictures and video of him. As if he was famous? What's so famous about Dday? That his family died in some war? Fuck that noise man. My dad died serving this country and you know what we got? Lonely Thanksgiving and empty Christmas' boxes. Dday whines and cries to much man. I hate it.

Colton: Okay? Use that for the interview then. Of course, without the language.

Anthrax: No man it just annoys me. Fucker gets the United States Championship shot, and then gets placed into the Television Championship tournament and the fucker keeps on whining and shit. He did show his house and all and hardly talked about his past but god damn that fucker is annoying. Showing his house? What the fuck is this? Ego-Fed? No. It's fucking WCF Colton and it annoys me.

Colton: So we gonna beat him good?

Anthrax: Fuck at this point I just want to beat the shit out of him. You know what I would show on my Cribs version-that is if we ever fucking got one.

Colton: What would you show?

Anthrax: The fuckin' Television Championship title. I don't exactly have it right now but it's only a matter of time. It would be me you and that TV title for thirty god damn minutes. Maybe every now and then show a glimmer of sparkle on the Championship title or something. It's either that or my bikes that are in storage. Whichever.

Colton: Hah bro. You are fuckin' crazy. That's heelish right there.

Anthrax: I guess I have this heel thing down.

And I guess I do. At some point your wrestling career branches off of real life and real human being personality traits. I've always been like this but just bottled up. Afraid to say what or how I really felt. I like this. Of course Colton is right though, my language should be cleaned up but then again, it's not like I'm ever on camera most of the time anyway. That will change though. As soon as I put this Begging Blake wanna-be out of business. D-day deserves the TV Belt like.. I don't know but he don't fuckin deserve it. Not unless I have something to say or do about it. And I do. Which reminds me, why the fuck are we walking so much in this airport. This is annoying.

Anthrax: Colton, where the fuck are we going?

Colton: The WCF dot com make-shift studio is at the end of this airport. It's mainly due to the fact that a lot of the wrestlers are showing up around the same time today, and the arena is real close anyway so they'll just get the interviews quickly here. It's weird I know.

Anthrax: Is this it? Aww man. Fuckin' Hank Brown is doing these intervie-what's up Hank!

If there was anyone I hated more it was Hank fuckin' Brown. Constantly chippy. From one wrestler to the next, he's like a fucking whore for the WCF. I bet he gets paid in one dollar bills. He goes around sucking the charisma right out of the place with his snug attitude, and his fuckin' dirty clothes. I don't even know if they're dirty or not but with a last name like Brown I just figure they're dirty. Ugh fuck. He has his microphone in hand and the camera is right in my face. Quick. What would a heel do? What would a heel do in this situation. Shit. This is my interview and I think this tournament is the breakout start for me. What should I fuckin' do? This could be the make it or break it time for me. Colton wants to be impressed and so should WCF. Fuck. Ah-hah! I got it. I know what I can do..

Hank Brown: Folks, I'm standing here-

Anthrax: Shut the hell up Hank. Give me this mic and get the hell out of here. I said go! Thanks. Now listen up. I'm not giving you much time from me you don't deserve it. Dday doesn't deserve it and hell, most of these so called wrestlers don't deserve it. I love to fight. I love to win and with Colton on my side I don't see how it matters that I wasn't a wrestler six months ago, or that I wasn't planning wrestling moves, or whining about the war, or crying me a river as I searched for my family. Who gives a damn about any of that anyway. I know one thing for sure. I give a damn about the Television Championship tournament and in four short weeks you will remember this tournament as the break out start of Anthrax's wrestling career. I slowly and surely will take over this tournament and be crowned the TV Champion. That's how Anthrax works folks. Slowly and surely. Get this camera out of my face because I'm finished!

Whew! Holy shit. Where is Colton, what does he think of this?

Colton: Brilliant! Oh man! That was nuts Ant! How the hell did you even do thaT?

Anthrax: I don't know. I just.. acted like a heel I suppose. It was a god damn rush! It was perfect? That's how I should do things?

Colton: Ant. We're going places.

Next stop: The Television Championship.