Post by Oblivion on Dec 7, 2009 17:01:47 GMT -5
(There is nearly total darkness and the snow is falling hard and heavy. The snow is blanketing everything in sight. The winds are blowing hard, the air is frigid. The only sound, is the wind singing its wintery tune. The mighty wind is letting the world know, for one night, the wind rules the roost. Off in the distant horizon, are a pair of headlights blaring through the winter night. A 1964 Cadillac Hearse is rattling down the icey road. The driver is an heavy set individual. He is wearing two heavy coats. One coat is a real heavy coat that has fuzz around the face and the other is a gray hooded jacket. The driver is not alone. There are two more with him. In the back, of the hearse, are two passengers. The passengers didn't ask for rides. There are two all boxed up and ready for the golden road to the great beyond. The two wooden caskets are rattling in the back. The mortician prepared the bodies, but it is the grave digger, who is driving the dead bodies to be buried in a cemetery for the unknown. The no-names, the ones who don't have any family to claim them, for a proper burial.
The gravedigger, sits behind the wheel, digging at his teeth, with a toothpick, to dislodge a piece of roast beef, he had for dinner, hours before. He has Johnny Cash, blaring through on his radio, on an AM station. The driver mumbles along with the music. After what seems like forever, actually it was only a few hours. As the wind annouces the dead carrier's arrival, the hearse approaches it's destination... THE CEMETERY. As the hearse parks, the brakes squeal, then... CLANG! The sound of the driver having to put the car back in park, before he leaves the hearse. The sound of the breaks echo throughout the cemetery, which causes any wildlife to scatter. With his heavy coats on, the driver leaves the hearse and walks around the back end of the hearse. The winter storm is mighty hard and coming down fast. This is the driver's favorite kind of night. Before he unloads the hearse, the gravedigger must walk to the grave site and prepare the ground for burial. The crusty old man carries a shovel and a pick-axe to use to dig the hard cold ground for burial. In most cases it would of been better if he would of waited till the morning to dig the grave sites. As previously mentioned, the gravedigger prefers to dig at night, no matter what the weather conditions are like.
The gravedigger is a large man. The large man walks at a slow pace. With the wind smacking him right in the face. The gravedigger has the middle of his nose down protected from the snow, which is hitting his face hard. The gravedigger had forgotten his goggles. He knew that the weather was gonna be down right awful! But, did he remember to bring his goggles? Hell, no he didn't. If he did, he wouldn't feel like a jackass, with snow smacking him in the face. Hell, driving is impossible!! Walking, it's worse. But, the gravedigger has a job to do. That is, bury two people. The ground hard, but not too hard. The gravedigger uses a pick-axe to break through the hard thin layer of ice, over the grass. After a few hard shots, the ground was broken. After a few hours of back breaking grave digging, one grave finally finished. Now, the second one. As the second hole was starting, the gravedigger begins to whistle 'Oh Holy Night', as he continues to dig the second grave. As the second grave was about to be finished, the icicles, that were hanging from the naked tree branches.
The sun, the glorious sun, was finally rising. Now, it's time two bury the two people. Men, actually. Two grown adult men. Two men who acted like children. You knew the the gravedigger was thinking of their stupid little faces. You could tell. The sneer he had, on his face, you knew, you knew damn well, he killed those two men.... or us about to. With the snow stopped. There is maybe two, three feet of new snow. But the grave sites are ready. One of the caskets begin to rattle. It continues to rattle until the gravedigger kicks the casket. He hears mumbling. Then louder mumbling and more kicking. The gravedigger takes the top of it off. He had not nailed the lid down, yet. As the lid came off, the one man, who is maybe six feet tall and weighs maybe 220 to maybe 240 pounds. Every hair, on his head, were removed. From his slightly thick eyebrows to his long sideburns and the rest of his facial hair. With a straight razor, the gravedigger shaved this man's hair. Even in near death, the man still had a smirk on his face. Kinda creepy. The gravedigger removes what ever that was protecting his lower half of his own face and began to smile at the man in the coffin. The man in the casket begins to panic when the gravedigger grabs for the lid of the coffin. When the gravedigger begins to put the lid down, the soon to be dead guy, has a look of recogniton, as if he recognizes the gravedigger. The man in the coffin makes enough noise, that makes the gravedigger stop. The man moves his head around, which makes the gravedigger to remove his heavy coat's hood. As soon as the man did that, the man in the coffin automatically started to scream through the fabric that was used to gag the considerably young man. With his eyes wide opened, the man in the coffin is totally freaking out, because he knows the gravedigger. The top, of the coffin stays off, as the gravedigger grabs for the open coffin. The gravedigger has medium length black hair. The gravedigger is not old after all, in fact he is not even forty, yet. He takes off his heaviest coat, but keeps on his hooded gray jacket. That is what was needed for the man in the coffin, to totally one hundred percent, know for a fact, that he positively recognizes the grave digger. The man in his gray hooded jacket, grabs the coffin and pulls it out of the hearse. With wooden planks of wood, he slowly slides the wooden casket into the hole in the ground, the gravesite. The man, in the casket, is now totally freaking out. He does NOT what to go into the shallow grave. He knows, when that casket is in the hole in the ground... HE WILL BE A DEADMAN!!! The one casket slides down, as the man is screaming off the top of his lungs. The casket hits the ground, even with the wet ground, some of the ground poofed up, like dust. The man is still screaming. The gravedigger walks over to the other coffin. He takes off that lid and shows another man that is almost the same size as the first man, in the other coffin. The second man has tattoos. The problem is that the gravedigger can't read Chinese. But, the second man has other tattoos, but they seem faded a little bit. The tattoos, were a shape of some sort, not really sure. This one, is putting up more of a fight, as the first one did. The second man is more muscular as the first one. The secon man seems more military. But this second guy was not a marine, or any other military servicemen. But, he does look like one, even with his haircut. But, again he was not military. This second man, he wasn't shaved, like the first one was. The second casket was grabbed and the man, inside the casket begins to struggle. The man, in the hood, looks at the man, in the casket and punches him and says....)
The gravedigger: You of all people, should of known, when to leave well enough alone. But, you didn't. Now you have to pay the consequences.
(The gravedigger pulls the second coffin down the pieces of wood, slowly down into the hole in the ground. The man, in the coffin, is screaming loudly. With his legs tied up, he is still kicking his legs around. The falls into the hole and hits the wet ground. The ground, with it being impacted with the falling coffin, still makes a little poof of a dusty cloud. Now, with both men screaming through their gags, the gravedigger looks down at his unknown victims. The two men, assume, that they think they recognize their killer. The two men are smaller than the gravedigger. As if they could do anything, if they wanted to, anyways. The gravedigger looks down and starts to laugh, at the two men, in the their death beds. The man pull down his gray hood, to expose his face. The two men begin to scream out and start kicking with their feet. They know now who is gonna bury them alive and it's.... Stephan Johnson. With a scoop of dirt, Stephan Johnson begins to dump onto the first open casket. With dirt all over his body, in the casket, the first body looks kind of creepy. Johnson begins to dump dirt onto the second grave. Steve was finally smiling after dumping the dirt onto the man, in the coffin. He was glad he finally "STFU"!! As the graves were being filled, the sounds of the screaming were fading away and the kicking was stopping. After Johnson finished, he sat down and rested against a tree. With all that work, during the storm, Stephan must of fell asleep, because he began to snore. That's when he was being tapped on the shoulder. Johnson tries to shoo away whoever was bothering him. Again the tapping continued, this time a whisper starts. The whisper begins to get louder, as the snoring gets louder. His right shoulder gets punched, still no response by Stephan. Then, another punch, to the shoulder. This time, a punch to the shoulder and slap onto the face. Johnson, thinking he was still leaning against the tree, but actually Ace Slaughter was in his van. It was Keith, formally known as Camera-Dude, waking Slaughter up, for snoring.)
Keith: Ace!!! Ace!! You're snoring!! WAKE UP!!!
Ace Slaughter: Whoa!!!
Keith: That must of been some dream!
Ace Slaughter: I think I was in Alaska, or Colorado. Whatever! I was somewhere that had lots of snow. I think I was digging graves.
Keith: Who?
Ace Slaughter: What?!
Keith: Graves. Whose graves were you digging?
Ace Slaughter: I'm not sure. Since it was in my dreams, I cannot really be sure. You know me, with all the brain damage I have cause myself. I think I was gonna kill two people.
Keith: KILLING?
Ace Slaughter: Yea!! It was weird!! It was snowing and I digging two graves and then I buried them without their wooden coffin lids. And apparently, I buried two men alive.
Keith: SPOOKY!! But, weird. Who were they. These two men?
Ace Slaughter: I SAID, I'M NOT SURE!!
Keith: Damn, dude!! Sorry, my bad!!
Ace Slaughter: No, dude. My bad. In fact, this is kinda creepy. But, I think I know who I killed in my dream.
(Keith sits up and pays attention...)
Ace Slaughter: Jack Cash and Kevin Hardaway.
Oblivion(inside Slaughter's mind): That's right!! If Ace had any f*cking balls, he would kill them, now. But, NO-O-O-O-O he has to be a f*ckin' pussy and not do it!!
Keith: No way!!!
Ace Slaughter: Yes, way!!! Those two bug the piss out of me!!! I just want to grab Jack and just punch the taste out of his mouth!! Just kick the holy hell out of him. Everything about Jack makes me wanna puke!!! I just wanna prove how much of a fake wannabe, he is!! I know, he has some experience.
Keith: Seven years, to be exact.
Ace Slaughter: Yea? Well, I've done 15 years into this business. It would of been 19 years, but those 4 years in...
Keith: Yea, I know. Don't forget about Hardaway. He practically has threatened you. He has told you, personally, that he gonna do something. So, watch your ass!!!
Ace Slaughter: Oh, I planned on it!!! It's Cash, that I have to beat. If, the champ jumps me and kicks the holy out of me... fine. Whoopdie-friggin do!! He's the big man and a freakin' coward. If he wants to show all the little kids, that he has to wait for me to be tired after a match and kick MY ass, then let him do it!! He has nothing to prove at slam. It's ONE, is where he has to prove that he gonna successfully defend that US Championship against me!!! But, that's in two weeks. Monday, I will walk into the Thomas and Mack center in... LAS VEGAS, NEVADA!!! Enter that ring and both of us will give our fans, the WCF fans, one of the best matches they have ever seen.
Keith: That's a lot of pressure on both of your shoulders.
Ace Slaughter: What do I care about Kevin Hardaway? He's a putz!! Kiss-ass!! He's not real. He acts the way the fans want him to act. He says whatever the fans want him to say!! It's all smoke and mirrors. It's not real!! He's totally fake!! It makes me wanna say.... "DON'T LOOK BEHIND THE CURTAIN!"
Keith: WHAT?!?
Ace Slaughter: Do you remember the "Wizard of OZ"?
Keith: Yea?
Ace Slaughter: Everyone was all afraid of the Wizard, in fact all he was a man behind the curtain. So-o-o, that's all Kevin Hardaway is... NOTHING!!!
Keith: Those are big words.
Ace Slaughter: Yea, but that's in two weeks.
Keith: Yea, what about Slam?
Ace Slaughter: If Hardaway just stays out of my way and let me bring Cash down a level. Let me wear him down a bit. He will be hurt and easy to defeat.
Keith: Yea!! Maybe that's Hardaway's plan. He wants you to hurt Cash and then he jumps you, after the match. It's a win-win situation for Hardaway.
Ace Slaughter: It doesn't matter.
Keith: why not?
Ace Slaughter: Because, it's at ONE, where I will get MY revenge!!!
Keith: I've been meaning to ask. Who is this little guy, next to us?
Ace Slaughter: He's not little!
Keith: Granted, he's not Mini Ace little, but compared to us, he's little.
Ace Slaughter: Okay, agree.
Stu: I'm the new cameraman. My name is Stu.
Keith: Hey, Stu!
(Keith smacks Stu, on the side of his shoulder, nearly knocking him down in the process.)
Keith: Sorry about that.
Ace Slaughter: Keith!!!
Keith: I said I was sorry!!
(Stu adjusts his shoulder.)
Stu: I don't wanna be out of line here, but I want to ask a small question.
Ace Slaughter: Go ahead.
Stu: This is my first day here, but I have been keeping track of all the goings on here in the WCF.
Ace Slaughter: Uh-huh.
Stu: Well, you have, now, will your third time, talking about Jack Cage. Have we heard anything by him, in response?
Ace Slaughter: I don't think so. Keith?
Keith: I don't think so. In fact, Ace, you could say a million things and Jack won't say a peep. I don't necessarily think he's afraid. I think he's more up Hardaway's ass, than bothering you.
Ace Slaughter: You think so. Keith?
Keith: Yea!! I know so!! Why hasn't he said a word? I'm not saying that Kevin and Jack are the best of friends. I'm just saying...
Ace Slaughter: Yea, I know. Stu, get a close-up.
(The camera comes closer.)
Ace Slaughter: Tomorrow... Jack Cash and I, will tangle in Las Vegas in front of thousands of screaming fans. We will kick each other's asses, to get an advantage, for the triple threat match, at ONE. I will show MY fans, that no matter what kind of distractions, I have, I will still defeat you, Jack Cage!! If I could, I would kick the holy hell out of you, backstage!!! Then drag your creepy ass into the ring and pummel you, like a little rag doll!!! But, that's nothing but words. I will show you, with my actions. I am bigger than you. I have more experience than you!!! I am definitely better looking than you!!! So, no matter how you try to examine this confrontation... it still comes out the same results!!! I WILL DEFEAT YOU!! YOU'RE NOTHING MORE THAN A CREEPY LITTLE.... Look, you throw money terminology around and I get it. The fans understand that. But, after our match, at Slam, you are gonna be nothing more than flat busted!!! Because....
(Slaughter acts strange, slightly, just for a second....)
Ace Slaughter(Doesn't speak as himself): I WILL DESTROY YOU!!!
(Ace then shakes his head and takes a second to get his composure back. Slaughter puts his right hand over the camera lens, as the new guy, Stu throws a fit about it.)
The gravedigger, sits behind the wheel, digging at his teeth, with a toothpick, to dislodge a piece of roast beef, he had for dinner, hours before. He has Johnny Cash, blaring through on his radio, on an AM station. The driver mumbles along with the music. After what seems like forever, actually it was only a few hours. As the wind annouces the dead carrier's arrival, the hearse approaches it's destination... THE CEMETERY. As the hearse parks, the brakes squeal, then... CLANG! The sound of the driver having to put the car back in park, before he leaves the hearse. The sound of the breaks echo throughout the cemetery, which causes any wildlife to scatter. With his heavy coats on, the driver leaves the hearse and walks around the back end of the hearse. The winter storm is mighty hard and coming down fast. This is the driver's favorite kind of night. Before he unloads the hearse, the gravedigger must walk to the grave site and prepare the ground for burial. The crusty old man carries a shovel and a pick-axe to use to dig the hard cold ground for burial. In most cases it would of been better if he would of waited till the morning to dig the grave sites. As previously mentioned, the gravedigger prefers to dig at night, no matter what the weather conditions are like.
The gravedigger is a large man. The large man walks at a slow pace. With the wind smacking him right in the face. The gravedigger has the middle of his nose down protected from the snow, which is hitting his face hard. The gravedigger had forgotten his goggles. He knew that the weather was gonna be down right awful! But, did he remember to bring his goggles? Hell, no he didn't. If he did, he wouldn't feel like a jackass, with snow smacking him in the face. Hell, driving is impossible!! Walking, it's worse. But, the gravedigger has a job to do. That is, bury two people. The ground hard, but not too hard. The gravedigger uses a pick-axe to break through the hard thin layer of ice, over the grass. After a few hard shots, the ground was broken. After a few hours of back breaking grave digging, one grave finally finished. Now, the second one. As the second hole was starting, the gravedigger begins to whistle 'Oh Holy Night', as he continues to dig the second grave. As the second grave was about to be finished, the icicles, that were hanging from the naked tree branches.
The sun, the glorious sun, was finally rising. Now, it's time two bury the two people. Men, actually. Two grown adult men. Two men who acted like children. You knew the the gravedigger was thinking of their stupid little faces. You could tell. The sneer he had, on his face, you knew, you knew damn well, he killed those two men.... or us about to. With the snow stopped. There is maybe two, three feet of new snow. But the grave sites are ready. One of the caskets begin to rattle. It continues to rattle until the gravedigger kicks the casket. He hears mumbling. Then louder mumbling and more kicking. The gravedigger takes the top of it off. He had not nailed the lid down, yet. As the lid came off, the one man, who is maybe six feet tall and weighs maybe 220 to maybe 240 pounds. Every hair, on his head, were removed. From his slightly thick eyebrows to his long sideburns and the rest of his facial hair. With a straight razor, the gravedigger shaved this man's hair. Even in near death, the man still had a smirk on his face. Kinda creepy. The gravedigger removes what ever that was protecting his lower half of his own face and began to smile at the man in the coffin. The man in the casket begins to panic when the gravedigger grabs for the lid of the coffin. When the gravedigger begins to put the lid down, the soon to be dead guy, has a look of recogniton, as if he recognizes the gravedigger. The man in the coffin makes enough noise, that makes the gravedigger stop. The man moves his head around, which makes the gravedigger to remove his heavy coat's hood. As soon as the man did that, the man in the coffin automatically started to scream through the fabric that was used to gag the considerably young man. With his eyes wide opened, the man in the coffin is totally freaking out, because he knows the gravedigger. The top, of the coffin stays off, as the gravedigger grabs for the open coffin. The gravedigger has medium length black hair. The gravedigger is not old after all, in fact he is not even forty, yet. He takes off his heaviest coat, but keeps on his hooded gray jacket. That is what was needed for the man in the coffin, to totally one hundred percent, know for a fact, that he positively recognizes the grave digger. The man in his gray hooded jacket, grabs the coffin and pulls it out of the hearse. With wooden planks of wood, he slowly slides the wooden casket into the hole in the ground, the gravesite. The man, in the casket, is now totally freaking out. He does NOT what to go into the shallow grave. He knows, when that casket is in the hole in the ground... HE WILL BE A DEADMAN!!! The one casket slides down, as the man is screaming off the top of his lungs. The casket hits the ground, even with the wet ground, some of the ground poofed up, like dust. The man is still screaming. The gravedigger walks over to the other coffin. He takes off that lid and shows another man that is almost the same size as the first man, in the other coffin. The second man has tattoos. The problem is that the gravedigger can't read Chinese. But, the second man has other tattoos, but they seem faded a little bit. The tattoos, were a shape of some sort, not really sure. This one, is putting up more of a fight, as the first one did. The second man is more muscular as the first one. The secon man seems more military. But this second guy was not a marine, or any other military servicemen. But, he does look like one, even with his haircut. But, again he was not military. This second man, he wasn't shaved, like the first one was. The second casket was grabbed and the man, inside the casket begins to struggle. The man, in the hood, looks at the man, in the casket and punches him and says....)
The gravedigger: You of all people, should of known, when to leave well enough alone. But, you didn't. Now you have to pay the consequences.
(The gravedigger pulls the second coffin down the pieces of wood, slowly down into the hole in the ground. The man, in the coffin, is screaming loudly. With his legs tied up, he is still kicking his legs around. The falls into the hole and hits the wet ground. The ground, with it being impacted with the falling coffin, still makes a little poof of a dusty cloud. Now, with both men screaming through their gags, the gravedigger looks down at his unknown victims. The two men, assume, that they think they recognize their killer. The two men are smaller than the gravedigger. As if they could do anything, if they wanted to, anyways. The gravedigger looks down and starts to laugh, at the two men, in the their death beds. The man pull down his gray hood, to expose his face. The two men begin to scream out and start kicking with their feet. They know now who is gonna bury them alive and it's.... Stephan Johnson. With a scoop of dirt, Stephan Johnson begins to dump onto the first open casket. With dirt all over his body, in the casket, the first body looks kind of creepy. Johnson begins to dump dirt onto the second grave. Steve was finally smiling after dumping the dirt onto the man, in the coffin. He was glad he finally "STFU"!! As the graves were being filled, the sounds of the screaming were fading away and the kicking was stopping. After Johnson finished, he sat down and rested against a tree. With all that work, during the storm, Stephan must of fell asleep, because he began to snore. That's when he was being tapped on the shoulder. Johnson tries to shoo away whoever was bothering him. Again the tapping continued, this time a whisper starts. The whisper begins to get louder, as the snoring gets louder. His right shoulder gets punched, still no response by Stephan. Then, another punch, to the shoulder. This time, a punch to the shoulder and slap onto the face. Johnson, thinking he was still leaning against the tree, but actually Ace Slaughter was in his van. It was Keith, formally known as Camera-Dude, waking Slaughter up, for snoring.)
Keith: Ace!!! Ace!! You're snoring!! WAKE UP!!!
Ace Slaughter: Whoa!!!
Keith: That must of been some dream!
Ace Slaughter: I think I was in Alaska, or Colorado. Whatever! I was somewhere that had lots of snow. I think I was digging graves.
Keith: Who?
Ace Slaughter: What?!
Keith: Graves. Whose graves were you digging?
Ace Slaughter: I'm not sure. Since it was in my dreams, I cannot really be sure. You know me, with all the brain damage I have cause myself. I think I was gonna kill two people.
Keith: KILLING?
Ace Slaughter: Yea!! It was weird!! It was snowing and I digging two graves and then I buried them without their wooden coffin lids. And apparently, I buried two men alive.
Keith: SPOOKY!! But, weird. Who were they. These two men?
Ace Slaughter: I SAID, I'M NOT SURE!!
Keith: Damn, dude!! Sorry, my bad!!
Ace Slaughter: No, dude. My bad. In fact, this is kinda creepy. But, I think I know who I killed in my dream.
(Keith sits up and pays attention...)
Ace Slaughter: Jack Cash and Kevin Hardaway.
Oblivion(inside Slaughter's mind): That's right!! If Ace had any f*cking balls, he would kill them, now. But, NO-O-O-O-O he has to be a f*ckin' pussy and not do it!!
Keith: No way!!!
Ace Slaughter: Yes, way!!! Those two bug the piss out of me!!! I just want to grab Jack and just punch the taste out of his mouth!! Just kick the holy hell out of him. Everything about Jack makes me wanna puke!!! I just wanna prove how much of a fake wannabe, he is!! I know, he has some experience.
Keith: Seven years, to be exact.
Ace Slaughter: Yea? Well, I've done 15 years into this business. It would of been 19 years, but those 4 years in...
Keith: Yea, I know. Don't forget about Hardaway. He practically has threatened you. He has told you, personally, that he gonna do something. So, watch your ass!!!
Ace Slaughter: Oh, I planned on it!!! It's Cash, that I have to beat. If, the champ jumps me and kicks the holy out of me... fine. Whoopdie-friggin do!! He's the big man and a freakin' coward. If he wants to show all the little kids, that he has to wait for me to be tired after a match and kick MY ass, then let him do it!! He has nothing to prove at slam. It's ONE, is where he has to prove that he gonna successfully defend that US Championship against me!!! But, that's in two weeks. Monday, I will walk into the Thomas and Mack center in... LAS VEGAS, NEVADA!!! Enter that ring and both of us will give our fans, the WCF fans, one of the best matches they have ever seen.
Keith: That's a lot of pressure on both of your shoulders.
Ace Slaughter: What do I care about Kevin Hardaway? He's a putz!! Kiss-ass!! He's not real. He acts the way the fans want him to act. He says whatever the fans want him to say!! It's all smoke and mirrors. It's not real!! He's totally fake!! It makes me wanna say.... "DON'T LOOK BEHIND THE CURTAIN!"
Keith: WHAT?!?
Ace Slaughter: Do you remember the "Wizard of OZ"?
Keith: Yea?
Ace Slaughter: Everyone was all afraid of the Wizard, in fact all he was a man behind the curtain. So-o-o, that's all Kevin Hardaway is... NOTHING!!!
Keith: Those are big words.
Ace Slaughter: Yea, but that's in two weeks.
Keith: Yea, what about Slam?
Ace Slaughter: If Hardaway just stays out of my way and let me bring Cash down a level. Let me wear him down a bit. He will be hurt and easy to defeat.
Keith: Yea!! Maybe that's Hardaway's plan. He wants you to hurt Cash and then he jumps you, after the match. It's a win-win situation for Hardaway.
Ace Slaughter: It doesn't matter.
Keith: why not?
Ace Slaughter: Because, it's at ONE, where I will get MY revenge!!!
Keith: I've been meaning to ask. Who is this little guy, next to us?
Ace Slaughter: He's not little!
Keith: Granted, he's not Mini Ace little, but compared to us, he's little.
Ace Slaughter: Okay, agree.
Stu: I'm the new cameraman. My name is Stu.
Keith: Hey, Stu!
(Keith smacks Stu, on the side of his shoulder, nearly knocking him down in the process.)
Keith: Sorry about that.
Ace Slaughter: Keith!!!
Keith: I said I was sorry!!
(Stu adjusts his shoulder.)
Stu: I don't wanna be out of line here, but I want to ask a small question.
Ace Slaughter: Go ahead.
Stu: This is my first day here, but I have been keeping track of all the goings on here in the WCF.
Ace Slaughter: Uh-huh.
Stu: Well, you have, now, will your third time, talking about Jack Cage. Have we heard anything by him, in response?
Ace Slaughter: I don't think so. Keith?
Keith: I don't think so. In fact, Ace, you could say a million things and Jack won't say a peep. I don't necessarily think he's afraid. I think he's more up Hardaway's ass, than bothering you.
Ace Slaughter: You think so. Keith?
Keith: Yea!! I know so!! Why hasn't he said a word? I'm not saying that Kevin and Jack are the best of friends. I'm just saying...
Ace Slaughter: Yea, I know. Stu, get a close-up.
(The camera comes closer.)
Ace Slaughter: Tomorrow... Jack Cash and I, will tangle in Las Vegas in front of thousands of screaming fans. We will kick each other's asses, to get an advantage, for the triple threat match, at ONE. I will show MY fans, that no matter what kind of distractions, I have, I will still defeat you, Jack Cage!! If I could, I would kick the holy hell out of you, backstage!!! Then drag your creepy ass into the ring and pummel you, like a little rag doll!!! But, that's nothing but words. I will show you, with my actions. I am bigger than you. I have more experience than you!!! I am definitely better looking than you!!! So, no matter how you try to examine this confrontation... it still comes out the same results!!! I WILL DEFEAT YOU!! YOU'RE NOTHING MORE THAN A CREEPY LITTLE.... Look, you throw money terminology around and I get it. The fans understand that. But, after our match, at Slam, you are gonna be nothing more than flat busted!!! Because....
(Slaughter acts strange, slightly, just for a second....)
Ace Slaughter(Doesn't speak as himself): I WILL DESTROY YOU!!!
(Ace then shakes his head and takes a second to get his composure back. Slaughter puts his right hand over the camera lens, as the new guy, Stu throws a fit about it.)
