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Date Posted: 02:02:15 07/29/01 Sun
Author: Moi
Subject: stuff

The screen starts in static, a videocam battery light blinking on and off. A picture starts coming into focus and the date, a full day or more before the next Bloodzone, flickers into focus. It's Pantera's face. She seems to be holding the camera, but the angle is sharp, looking at a steep angle up her face. She's sniffling and apparently crying.

Pantera: Billy's gone....he's just gone....and now Shawn's gone, too. It's all my fault, all my fault. She sniffles, wiping her face. I can see a house up ahead.....it's got some sort of strange writing on it....it's all my fault....

The camera is turned away from her to reveal the outside of the RAW arena, and her soft chuckling comes from behind the camera as it's turned back to her.

Pantera: Sorry. Blair Witch moment. So, hey....guess what? The Criminal Element, or as I like to call him, The Heating Element, because all he does is try and get things heated up and only works half the time and is outdated, didn't cripple me. Shocker, huh? So let's have a look around here and I'll say what I got to say about this week's Bloodzone.

The camera turns away from her and follows her movements into the arena. A security guard comes into shot and her hand is seen waving at her while he obviously ogles her as she passes. She turns, and the camera heads into the unlit section of the arena. She passes the warmup ring in the back before finding the locker room areas. The first door she comes to is marked 'BPC'. There's a ripping sound and the 'BPC' is covered over with "DFB'.

Pantera: Oh yeah. Dog Food Boy. He and I got a 'I Quit' match this week, some kind of payback for his taking my belt from me last week. Old X-Wrestler, Master of the Single Move, helped him win that, dontcha know.

The camera sweeps around to her face as she leans up against a wall, thinking about something.

Pantera: Now I'll get to X-Con, aka 'Top of the hill and ready to fall off man'. But first, to Dog Food Boy. DFB, you took my title from me. You couldn't do it yourself, could you? That's really got to get under your skin, seeing X-Con coming out and putting me through a table when you couldn't do that on the best day of your life. And now the Con is saying that he wants to break you. I don't have a problem with that. But I want to show the old man that you can squeal like....well, like a girl. She grins broadly, well aware of her own sounds of pain last week. Have you ever wrestled in Japan, DFB? I doubt it. I doubt you even know where it is. I know where it is. I have the scars to prove it.

The camera moves from her face to an exposed section of her right side where a long faded scar trails a good six inches vertically. The camera comes back to her face.

Pantera:....so I know a little about pain. You haven't even started to give me pain yet. You took my title. I give you pain in return.

There's a muffled sound as she moves away from the wall and moves further along the corridor. The next door is marked with 'X-Con.' Her hand is seen, opening the door and revealing nothing inside. She moves into the room and sits down, the camera comng back to her face again.

Pantera: Just like the man himself. Empty. Now see, something's got me confused, X-Laxative. You keep callin' me a little bitch, and say I'm this and that and that I don't mean anything to you, but YOU KEEP TALKING ABOUT ME. Don't tell me you're turning straight after all this time? Well, maybe I can make a man of you yet.

She obviously enjoys this joke and spends a little time laughing at it before continuing.

Pantera: You and Killer Instinct are gonna own all the belts, yadda yadda yadda. You don't care if Mandy was kidnapped from Tommy Anderson. Big Bad on your part, man. This is obviously how you got so respected and feared in the wrestling world. What's the deal, big man? Got to have all the gold to make up for something missing between your legs?

She stops talking, and the camera moves away from her face and follows her movement out of the dressing room into the gorilla position facing the RAW ring, which is mostly up and ready for the show.

Pantera: Now myself and Tommy will be in that ring not once, but twice on Bloodzone. Me against Dog Food, and Tommy and his Mystery Man. Tommy has friends, and I watch my own back. We only watch for each other when it means we team. Now I give respect to Dragon and Diablo for giving respect as well, but they're right. When you're in the ring, it's all business. Killer, X-Laxative, you want to own all the titles? I don't really care if you do. All I want is those Tag belts. And to show your macho ass that any woman can beat your ass, no matter how much of a bitch she is or otherwise. You know something, X-Laxative? I'm glad you're calling me a bitch so much. A bitch will do whatever she has to to win You bet your ex-convict ass I'm going to do just that and leave you wondering what the hell it is you have to do next.

She turns the camera back towards her face.

Pantera: Till Bloodzone. Peace and out.

The camera feed dissolves to static and fades out......

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