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Date Posted: 18:07:21 04/14/02 Sun
Author: BADD COMPANY
Subject: Four Roiders of the Apocalypse

Scene opens back at the Garage where we last left BADD COMPANY, they have finsished restoring their suv, its a 1979 GMC Suburban, a very shiny black, so black it looks like the metal is moving even when its standing still. It has custom rims and tires, a row of lights adorn the roof. The men stand around stripped to the waist, skin covered muscles gleaming under the flourescent lighting, the faint smell of sweat and grease hangs in the air. They are drinking beer and laughing, they dont act like men who will be in for the fight of their lives in less than a week, men who have the fate and reputation of their federation on their shoulders. When one of them turns to the camera...

The Natural: (his blonde hair slick with sweat sticking to his head) You know I have been listening to what is being said about us...here and in our own federation...
That we keep sticking our noses in other wrestler's matches, that we are vicious and brutal, that we always seem to attack together, that we have no bussiness treating people the way we do, that we are cheapshot artists without any feelings or compassion...
You know what...
Its all true, every word, its all very...very...true...

(the Crippler steps forward stripped down to the waist, his muscles rippling, the tendons on his neck look like they are going to burst, the eyes of a man who only knows violence...and enjoys it)

The Crippler: Yeah Roy its true, every f*cking sentence.
You want to know why....because we dont give a sh*t, we do what we want, when we want.
Every body thinks we are bad for wrestling, bad for ACE Canada, every body but one man, our commissioner, Mr. Sharp.
We spent a lot of time all over Canada and the USA wrestling in indy's for meal money. We aint never got anything handed to us, we had to fight just to eat.
Then one man gave us a chance, had faith in us, brought us in when no one else would...
The Smartest man I have ever met... commissioner Sharp.
Well we will not let him down we will do whatever we have to, to show him that his faith was well pace.
(he gets a strange look on his face as if he is in a dark place)
We hang out at the crossroads of F*ckedup and Evil, there isnt anything that we wont do to make sure we win....

(Bob Gastoff speaks, he has huge arms and shoulders, and speaks in a low voice filled with bass)

Gastoff: Remember its pretty easy to step in the ring with us, its another thing all together to get out.

Semenko: (his short hair soaked in sweat, his well defined physique glistenilng in the night)
I am so sick and tired of all this sh*t, why we even have to waste our time with these clowns.
We kicked your ass's since 1812, right up to Salt Lake City, and we are gonna continue that tradition on Saturday.

The Crippler takes one last long hard pull on his beer, liquid spilling onto his chest, he throws the bottle against a wall shattering it. He walks over to the truck and gets in, he starts the engine, the sound of the growling engine musisc to his ears, he revs the truck it roars its approval, the others get in we hear ACDC blaring on the stereo as the tail lights dissappear into the night.

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