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Date Posted: 10:06:04 07/02/02 Tue
Author: The Strays
Subject: Cat got your tounge?

Some say the end is near...some say we'll see armageddon soon...certainly hope we will...

-|- Cut to the parking lot of the WIW arena. Dead Cat sits atop the hood of his rental car as Slazh leans against the car door, arms folded. Anne Hillcroft approahces the two of them. She raises her mic to her mouth, but before she can get a word out.. -|-

Dead Cat: ...What's with all these broad reporters all of a sudden?

-|- DC doesnt even look at Anne, as if her presence is below his mere notice. Anne gets a bit of a frustrated look.. -|-

Anne: Excuse me..

Dead Cat: Your going to ask me about Trash.

Anne: Well, yes, actually.

Dead Cat: Typical. Isnt your job sussposed to be getting background info on all the wrestlers? If so, your pretty horrible at your job. But anyway...Trash Strife. From the moment we we're thrown into this world, we have been fated to bring each other nothing but pain and misery. Trash had his first ever fued against me. We brutalized each other every chance we had. The pain we inflicted on each other in a month's time...most people dont go through their entire lifes. I literally buried him alive at one point. Yet somehow...eventually...we joined on the same side to escape the tyranny that had been forced upon us. I shaped Trash into the person he is today. Without me there would be no Trash Strife. Deep down he realizes that. He's lost without my guidance...and I'll prove it when I massacre him at Rampage. Then perhaps my message will not fall on deaf ears any longer..

Anne: Interesting. Now, onto--

Dead Cat: Love and Peace.

Anne: ...Yes.

-|- Cat rolls his eyes and sighs heavily.. -|-

Dead Cat: Do I get payed for conducting this interview on my own? Love and Peace. I find it amusing that they find it difficult to take us seriously...when there wrestling nuns. WRESTLING NUNS. I believe nothing more is needed to be said. Is it a mask of shame that forces them to do this? To come out in front of thousands and become there clowns? And it would seem that our paths will cross...it's inevitable given the lack of tag teams. If it's there desire to lose there tag team titles...then The Strays will gladly oblige them. My actions will speak much louder than there words. So I advise them to watch my match at Rampage..

Anne: Very good. Well..what about him? Why doesnt he talk? Doesnt he have anything to say?

-|- Anne peeks over at Slazh who has yet to move the entire interview.. -|-

Dead Cat: Enough questions. Leave.

Anne: Wait! You didnt even--

Dead Cat: I've answered all I wish to speak about. Nothing more you have to say concerns me..

-|- Anne turns around and stomps off, mumbling under he breath.. -|-

...I hate interviewing them...

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