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Date Posted: 22:06:33 07/14/01 Sat
Author: The Criminal Element -- X-Con
Author Host/IP: 152.163.204.192
Subject: So this is the RWW, eh? What a fucking dump!!

{*}Last nite I made my debut Invading the Rampage World Wrestling Federation with my partner in crime, and good friend, Killer Instinct. I take a look at the tapes from the show, and well, i just realize that this place is a dump! Fuck, when Killer called me, he made it look so good, but this joint's a piece of shit, they try so hard to be like our beloved Ultimate Wrestling Federation. These RWW punks don't have a clue of what's in store for them for the next few weeks....{*}

(*(One day has passed since the last RWW Friday Fire, one day has passed since X-Con came out with Killer Instinct and made the UWF2's precence felt. The scene opens inside an unknown arena, the place is packed with wild, rabid fans, chanting "RWW, RWW!!". It's a house show after Fire. A clip of last night's highlights is seen on the big screen. The video starts with Bombtrack's and Gamble's bitching about Killer Instinct stealing the RWW World Title, and ends with Killer Instinct and X-Con making their appearances and then being chased through the crowds by other RWW superstars. As the video ends, the commentators discuss about last night's events, but the big screen turns back on, this time is a live feed from somewhere inside a club. The camera pans around the place, and a few tables are full of people, then over at the bar, there's about three people, one of them, is a big man on a trenchcoat. He is seen drinking a beer, Corona. He takes out a ten, and puts it on the counter, the bartender goes over and picks it up, but X-Con holds it down with two of his fingers...)*)

X-Con:
Tell Killer, that I came to look for him, but he wasn't here...

Bartender Bob:
Sure...

X-Con:
... Tell him to give me a call, we need to go over some things.

(*(X-Con lets go of the bill, and he turns around, the first thing he notices is a skinny-ass cameraman holding a huge camera. X-Con grins evily as he approaches the man... He looks at him straight into his eyes, then he looks down to his shirt. It reads "RWW Staff". X-Con smiles sadistically and leads the man outside the club... When they're outside, X-Con, without saying a word, traps the man against a wall. By now, the cameraman is damn near from pissing on his pants. X-Con backs off two steps, and lights up a cigarrette. He takes a puff out of it, and blows the smoke into the cameraman's face...)*)

X-Con:
So, you work for RWW, eh?

(*(The cameraman is too frightened and can barely nod a yes...)*)

X-Con:
Good, then you're just the man i've wanted to see...

(*(X-Con blows some more smoke on his face, and the man starts to cry, because of the irritation of the smoke on his eyes. X-Con chuckles under his breath and continues talking...)*)

X-Con:
Don't worry, I ain't gonna kick your ass, you ain't capable of even defending yourself, so you're not worth my time and sweat. I just need you to deliver all this to the RWW... Is this shit live?

(*(The cameraman nods again, this time he's more calm than before, but still is a nervous wreck...)*)

X-Con:
Good... Now, it's not a secret that UWF is invading RWW, it's not a secret that we're plotting against all of you... You see, after UWF closed, most people didn't know where to go, some came here, some retired, and some just disappeared. It's also not a secret that a certain group called the New Blood were very important factors in the closing of UWF2, and it's not a secret that Killer Instinct and me where part of that... eh... devastating force, and that's exactly why we are the first two to invade your little crappy company, the RWW! Some of you pussies may be wondering: "Why? Why are they doing this to us?", you may think that there's money involved, but the truth is, atleast for me, that I enjoy kicking ass, and i enjoy it more when the ass kickings are administered to stupid punks like ones taht are currently on the RWW roster. Now, people like Bombtrack and Rob Gamble like to think their big shots, and then bitch and moan like big pussies, well, Gamble, Bombtrack, a piece of advice for you... Stop bitching and do something about this, I mean, if you're gonna complain about something being done to you or your company do something about it. Look where I am, Killer Instinct's club, you can find this place on the yellow pages!! I spend most of my time here, come look for me, I ain't hard to find! Now, when you come look for me, well, I can give you another piece of advise for that, wake up early on the morning the day you plan on coming, wake up early, take your sorry asses to church, and give your souls to the Lord, because your asses will belong to me, and I will, like Killer Instinct would say "TAKE YOU TO THE NEXT LEVEL!"... From that moment on, there's nothing you will be able to do. Now, there's no telling in what I will or won't do, but if your stupid asses can imagine dying a thousand deaths, then you're pretty much close to what I will do!

(*(X-Con takes another puff from his cigarrette as the cameraman sweats like crazy, his kakhi pants are all wet because he pissed on himself from the fear. X-Con finishes smoking the cigarrette, he grabs the cameraman's hand, opens it and turns the cigarrette off on the palm of his hand. The cameraman starts yelling from the burn, and drops the camera, X-Con backs off as the cameraman starts jumping around holding his hand. X-Con grabs him by the shoulders and pushes him hard against the brick wall and gets next to the guy's ear...)*)

X-Con:
Fucking pussy... just like everybody in the RWW...

(*(X-Con lets go of the man and hops inside a red Hummer that's parked outside the club. The cameraman falls to the ground, holding his hand, crying, sweating, and with his wet pants... The scene then fades to black....)*)

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