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Psycho/Golem v GAMMA-O/Wells v Minion/Red (c)

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World's Finest Wrestling: the New opERA

(Fade into Golem, sitting behind a gigantic grand piano. Golem is playing "The Day the World Went Away". He stops rather abruptly and rotates on his seat towards the camera.)

Golem: I am going to tell you a story. It revolves around an eclectic group of characters and the bonds that tie them all together. But before we begin, we need to discuss something. It is probably rather important for you to understand what a "fugue" is. It's a complicated music piece which begins with an original and then cycles through numerous variations, or voices, before eventually circling back to the original piece for the "coda". Understand? Let’s begin.

(Golem rotates back towards the piano and begins playing very softly as he begins speaking.)

Golem: Our story begins with the one they call Golem. He is a truly glorious figure to be sure. Golem manipulated his way back into the WFW, where he has already started playing with his marionettes once again. You see, Golem exists to bring chaos. I am a world ender. I strive to bring suffering to everyone else in this miserable league. I barely even had to break a sweat to crush Jeff Jorgenson's dream of a successful debut. Did Jorgenson’s technical skill save him? Did the fans that slapped him five and booed me save him? No, he stood on the top rope like a idiot while I destroyed his opportunity for a successful debut. I even took it one step farther. I didn’t even give him the satisfaction of knowing that he gave it all and lost. I took the win from him before he even got a chance to really get off the ground. I ruined his debut in the big leagues and there was nothing he could do about. And it's because he, like all of you, is so stupid that he did exactly what I wanted him to do, exactly when I wanted him to do it. In the end, you will find that is very often the case. I succeed at what I plan to accomplish. So when I tell you that RAUCOUS will be just another win for Golem and just another terrible day in the lives of the rest of you, I mean it. There is the reason the show rotates around Golem. The reason is that Golem is true shining star of the WFW and the rest of you are just so much wasted life.

(The music turns sadder now.)

Golem: I suppose that brings us to our next character: Minion. A figure from Golem's past. He is the departure voice. The Golem clone who wishes to "fix" himself. He hopes to repair his battered soul through the use of external sources like pills. Frankly Minion, I just cannot allow that to happen. This league is already overpopulated with these straight-edge "technical" wrestlers. They don't need a crippled shell of a brawler, pretending to be some wrestling virtuoso. I always did respect you, Minion. And do you know why? Because you are so much like me. You're an inferior version, of course, but at least you understood that the most important thing is hurting people. The wins and losses will sort themselves out. Sometimes making somebody lose will crush their soul, and that's always a plus, but the aspect you really have to focus on is the hurting. Like the story goes, the prodigal son only departs from the way of the Master long enough to get burned by his decisions so much that he is forced to come crawling back. So I will torture you, Minion. I will steal your medication. I will ruin your technical battles. I will go after your friends and wife and well-adjusted suburban life and your dog and your 2.5 children. I don't care. What has been done will be undone. You will return to the Golem clone I know and love. The one I loved teaming with all those years ago. The one I loved choking into unconsciousness more recent still. And do you know why, Minion? Do you know why I need you to revert to the old ways? Because, more than anything, it amuses me. When I was slamming you into the exposed steel corner in your first match back from a year off due to injuries, you can trust me when I say I was giddy. But now that you want to steal away my chance to continue you do that to you, that just infuriates me. Luckily, I am calmed by the fact that it took me literally one night to undo what was probably months and months worth of therapy. I don’t know if I have completely shaken the pathetic out of you, but if I need to, I will just keep trying until I do.

(Suddenly, the music becomes louder and more violent.)

Golem: But Minion is not the only Golem clone in this match. Enter Psycho, the masochistic voice. You see, Psycho, I remember a time when I couldn't win a match when I first entered WFW. And do you know why? It's because I was constantly teaming with you, and every time I turned around, your pathetic shoulders were on the mat after your four hundredth failed maneuver. You see, you didn't understand then and you still don't understand now that Golem doesn't need your mediocre masochistic offense to win. Just because it got you a short-lived reign with a now retired championship doesn't mean it's a good idea. And don't think I've forgotten our match together and the payback that I still owe you. Grudges last well longer than three years when you're dealing with Golem. Heck, it seems like I was most successful when you were trying to interfere to HURT me. Now, why do you think that is, Psycho? Why do you think everything you touch falls to pieces? Is it because you're so stupid that you got yourself trapped under a guardrail while Felix Red raped your dreams of becoming WFW champion? Is it because your game plan is so poorly planned out that your finishing move almost breaks your neck every time you try it? It's probably some of each of these, but more than that it's that you aren't even a wrestler in the slightest sense of the word. You're just a pain-loving masochist who doesn't understand that the point of the match is to hurt the other guy, not just yourself. You see, that's where you deviate from Golem. Golem has no desire to kill himself. Golem has much to live for. Specifically, Golem lives for hurting his opponents. Ironically, Psycho, you don't qualify as my opponent in this match. I know I can't count on you to provide any decent offense for the majority of the match, but at least try to not run off and get yourself pinned while I’m busy elsewhere. I know I can’t even expect that much out of you, so maybe it’d be better if you didn’t even bother coming to the ring.

(The music transitions into an allegretto, happier tune.)

Golem: But there are still other intertwined characters in this grandiose play. If you are talking about Psycho, you have to mention LOVE, and that invariably leads us back to their golden boy. No, I am not talking about their real golden boy, Anarky, since he left. I am talking about the guy who replaced Anarky as the leader, approximately 5 seconds before LOVE self-destructed. I am talking about Felix Red, the psychedelic voice. Don't worry, Felix, I don't blame you for blowing up LOVE. I never really got into the whole super group concept to begin with. You got what you needed, which apparently was a scrap of metal, and then you burned the rest to the ground. You even got to piss on the ashes on the first card back and my tag team partner was a proud recipient. But there is a bad part of this tale coming. And that is the fact that now you have to look across the ring at Golem. You see, I am not impressed with much that you do in the ring. Destroying LOVE is well and good, and probably for the best given Psycho’s proclivity to losing team-based matchups, but you sort of remind me of Minion. Not good Minion, either. Puppy dog Minion. You see, you bounce from group to group, going from lackey to lackey to occasionally even sidekick once or twice. You might not even know its happening because you’re so wasted. But, clearly, once you get put into a position of power, you run away. Because you’re not a champion. You might have a piece of metal with your name on it, but you’re still the same “scared of the spotlight” joke that you were when you first got into this business. And so you load yourself with narcotics to hide from the fact that you are a pathetic nobody who will fade into oblivion at the first sign of actual responsibility. Maybe the drugs make you tougher. Maybe the drugs hide the hurting in your heart. I don’t know. I don’t care that much. What I do care about is making you suffer. And while I can’t steal your drugs like I did Minion’s, since you probably have a dozen dealers on speed dial, I can break you to pieces. And when I am done, I will come for your scrap of metal that you value so much. It’s only a matter of time. And then we get to find out if you can live out your little slogan….ecstasy from agony.

(The music suddenly drops into a lacrimoso, painful sound.)

Golem: Following this trip down memory lane, we get to the next Golem clone and final member of the LOVE wreckage triumvirate, Jared Wells. Is it still “Rage ‘o’ Fire”? Or is it “Bastard Son” now? It’s probably the latter, considering the combination of tongue lashing and physical lashing Felix Red gave you before and during your last match. I mean, at this point you are little more than Jared Wells, the fallen voice. You have so little going for that I don’t even know what it is that I can take from you. You’ve lost your title, a belt so irrelevant that even after I won a shot for it against you, I turned it down. You’ve lost your friends, which are probably the only group of friends who would have a failure like you to begin with. You’re just a recycled spare tire who exists so that groups like LOVE can have an even number of people. Unlike Felix Red, who fell apart when he was asked to lead, people knew perfectly well that no one was EVER going to ask you to lead. So you will have to latch onto the teat of GAMMA-O and hope to suckle your way to another victory you don’t deserve. Your best bet is that Psycho will lay down for you, in a move that is combination of stupidity, pity, and his own love of losing. I can see why you held the BAD title, the belt of a ragged company, swallowed by the better, stronger company. You think you’re some hardcore talent? You think guys like Tact dodge you? They don’t. They avoid you because you aren’t worth their time. You really aren’t even worth my time, either. You called out Maelstrom, who knocked you completely unconscious and you treated it like a win. You’re a spare body who I would have nothing to do with if I didn’t practically qualify as a member of LOVE by proxy at this point. But no matter. You’re an easy one to crush Jared. Do you know why? It’s because you’re already dying inside. You claim to be tired of the WFW making stars on your behalf, but you can’t do anything to stop it, can you? How does it feel to see the BAD World title around Steve Johnson’s waist? Does it hurt? Does it sting knowing you cannot do anything to stop it? Does it sting knowing that your best days are so far behind you that a mediocre hack took your title, a title that nobody of any importance ever cared about in the first place? I know it does. And that is just delicious. I just hope that after I drive my claw down your throat and knock you unconscious, you won’t pretend like it was a win, either.

(Golem then turns the sound into a misterioso sound.)

Golem: So we come to GAMMA-O, the mysterious voice. The unknown. Sure, your finisher is awkwardly similar to Manson, but that could be designed to throw people off. Or maybe you trained for years under Michael Manson. Or it could be your own horrific lack of ingenuity. Or you could just be Manson. Any of these choices are acceptable. I was happy to see you take advantage of Minion and I was happy to see you drive him further and further towards insanity by causing him to attack the referee and inevitably beating him, which sent him into the ensuing rage which afforded me such an easy win. So in that way, you got to assist in slow destruction of both Minion AND Jeff Jorgenson. Kudos. Admittedly, I don’t know that much about you or what makes you tick, so it’s awfully difficult for me to say with absolute certainty what kind of emotional pain I could hope to cause you. Luckily, there is always the good old fashioned fallback: Physical pain. Everybody hurts, GAMMA-O. And usually the person doesn’t enjoy it, unless you’re actually Psycho under your mask and you’re a masochist, but that would make me very confused, since Psycho would have to be in two places at once. I know, it’s a conundrum, but you go ahead and let me tackle that one. You’re not really an X-factor in this match, since I frankly wasn’t too impressed by your performance against a guy I had already blasted in the head with a steel chair, which you still almost found a way to lose. But if and when you do get into Golem’s way, trust me when I say that there is no mystery as to what will happen. I’ll hurt you…just like I am going to hurt everybody else.

(Golem then begins playing the original piece once again.)

Golem: And finally, the coda. We’ve cycled through all the various imitations of Golem, before eventually the fugue comes back to the subject for resolution. You see, I don’t play favorites. That includes worthless worms that WFW decides should be my partner. I don’t need Psycho’s help to hurt the rest of you and I won’t need the rest of your help to hurt Psycho. It’s about time that Golem begins to flex his muscle in the WFW and it’s time again for his claw to taste sweet salvation. This isn’t a reunion tour. It’s not a retirement match. It’s a rebirthing. If it makes you feel better, you can all share your sorrows with each other after the match. I hear misery loves company. Let’s test that theory. It’s time for the imitations to fade away and the original to return to its rightful place atop this vermin-infested league. And whether it’s emotional, physical, or psychological, Golem is going to bend you all further into his own image. You see, imitation is a funny thing….

(The music keeps playing, but the camera suddenly cuts to a clip from Felix Red's promo from Almost Live 6/26 against Psycho and Jared Wells.)

FELIX: It’s like nothing ever really ends. Tattoos fade, civilizations collapse, TV shows get canceled, people die…but it all gets repeated in memories of various forms, both of plastic and of flesh, until it becomes a distorted, possibly more idyllic, possibly less idyllic version of the thing that was…

(The camera cuts back to Golem.)

Golem: Couldn’t have said it better myself.

(Golem hits a crescendo on the piano and the camera fades to black.)
 

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(CUEUP: “Kill the right people” by Flaming Fire…)

(CUTTO: Black and white footage of Felix Red, slouched Jake Roberts style in the corner of a ring, in a gym, somewhere in nowhere. Felix’s in raggedy jean shorts, a leather jacket, a faded Maxx (the comic) T-shirt, with the Misfits Field skull logo painted on his face, scowling, staring at the down at the mat, the WFW strap layed out in front of him.)

FELIX: Oh, Golem…you’re such a special and important individual, a beautiful, unique, singular , invincible snowflake, with so much rage and hate to share with the world….So much rage and hate, which bears a remarkably close resemblance to the very same shade of rage and hate that came from so many and grew weary so long ago, or maybe just recently, I’m not…sure….and so unique, you need me to finish your promos for you.

(looks up)

You’re welcome, by the way. It sucks that your sh(bleep) is SO tired, but I forgive your paltry attempts to siphon my heat, because everyone else does the same thing, and thanks for finally speaking up. I didn’t want to be the one to get the first word in.

(stands, runs a hand across his face to smear the face paint, and cracks open a can of JOOSE – his new endorsement deal since Sparks dropped him…)

In the truly scary horror stories….Most of the time, there really isn’t a “monster” per sei. Kevin Spacy’s character in Se7en. The walls of the house on Ash tree Lane. What’s his name – the drunk one who married his sick cousin - none of his stories have monsters in them, not monsters in the way Jason Voorhees or Michael Myers are monsters. Because mankind can be frightening, sometimes, and that which is abstract, invisible, and beyond comprehension to mankind’s puny little eggshell psyche, those things can be frightening sometimes.

Then there’s monster movies, which are never really scary…Most of the time, they’re really, really funny. Now why do you think that is, Golem?
Because there’s no such thing as giant man eating spiders, there’s no such thing as Fred Kruger, no Santa Claus, No Easter Bunny, and no such thing as Golem.

That you seem to believe your empty threats and bogus B-movie posturing should intimidate anyone, much less me, that you seem to think I should care how you think I’ve handled or mishandled my career, makes me believe you actually are insane. You’re a figment of your own imagination and a parody of yourself, and these aren’t necessary bad things, as the same holds true for most of us, and at least the version of Golem that exists in your mind is more colorful and dramatic than most people’s personal avatars. So good for you. (winks, gives a thumbs up)

Harsh reality is, you’re trumping up an undercard match against a nobody that you won by disqualification. I may or may not have murdered Michael Manson, and I haven’t even mentioned that in this promo yet because it’d be pretty redundant for me to go on and on about being a crazy sociopath and such and such, because everyone already knows about all that. Old news. You, on the other hand, DO need to go on, and on, and on, and on about what a bad man you are, to convince yourself as much as to convince anyone else. None of this speaks well of your true capacity for spreading misery and woe and nightmares and blah blah blah, (claps one hand repeatedly, making the little “yak yak yak” gesture) which is unfortunate, as you care so very much about these things.

What I’m trying to tell you Golem, is be careful what you wish for, and I wouldn’t speak the name “Felix Red” three times to the mirror if I were you.

I'd watch you f(bleep)king mouth, lest I close it with a rusty vacuum cleaner, suck out all your organs, shove the rusty vacuum cleaner up your bum, put the vacuum in reverse, blast your viscera back into you so your organs all go in backwards, and you’d have to eat with your bum for the rest of your life, except you won’t have to do that, because you’ll be dead. Totally dead.(winks, and gives another thumbs up)

(FTB)
 

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Crazy Times

(The camera opens before a large WFW: NE banner blowing slightly as it hangs from a wall. A loud metal scarping can be heard as a familiar masked face smiles wide, unfolds the chair and sits down)

Psycho: Well...well...well...what a nice little clusterf**k I've got myself into. Now I didn't ask for this match...I certainly don't like this match, but needless to say my own self amusement compels me to love it. I mean just look at who we got here

(He points at the screen and crooks his finger even more then it always is and then slowly wiggles it back and forth)

Psycho: Golem...oh poor Golem. Only you...you pathetic creature could put so much importance on such a meaningless match. You really think this is somehow going to be your launching pad?

(He shakes his head in disbelief)

Psycho: Are you serious? Forget months, weeks...hell days. A few hours after this match Wells will be to drunk, Felix will be too high and hell I don't even care right now. Only you Golem

(He mockingly wiggles the finger again)

Psycho: Only you will remember what happened in this match and what little effect it had on any of our careers. There's nothing at stake there's no gold on the line, hell there's barely even bragging right's. All I can see for myself is I can say yes I carried Golem to another win and then there's is the on small bonus I can get out of it for myself

(He smiles and looks up)

Psycho: See Felix being champion takes a toll on you. Every match affects you body. Every challenge tears at your mind and that doesn't even count the after party were only members of L.O.V.E. could understand all the awful things you flooded your system with. It's just a matter of time Felix. I'll get you in the ring...just the two of us and then will see just how far your limits can be pushed.

(He shrugs his shoulders)

Psycho: As for the rest of you. Well Jared you probably still got a bear bottle headache and not just from the one I busted over your head. GAMMA-O, Minion. Well boys you got to give me a reason to sweat any of you. In the end blood will be spilled, maybe some bones will be broken, nothing will be settled and Golem will be even more pathetic then he already is, miserable too.

(He winks at the camera)

Psycho: I'll see to that myself Golem...I can't wait for that bell too ring.

(He laughs aloud, kicks away the chair and walks away)

<FTB>
 

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Another Day in the Life...

(Cue Up: “Hurt” by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into Golem, sitting in a creaky wooden rocking chair. He slowly rocks back and forth as he begins to address the camera.)

Golem: Oh Felix...life must be so complicated for you. You want so hard to stay edgy, while at the same maintain your own self-importance. I guess I helped that self-importance by quoting you at the end of my promo. But it's not because I need you to finish my sentences. It's simply because I am not as big of a narcissist as you are. I don't feel obligated to restate things other people have already said for the sole purpose of hearing my own voice. You, meanwhile, just bothered to tell me that I am not scary and that my promo was nothing but hollow threats and then repeat everything I said, aimed at me. Is it different when you say it, because I have a claw and you just have roid rage and a vacuum cleaner? Makes sense. Certainly not hypocritical at all. You can to compare me to Santa Claus all you want. It’s fun to pretend that all potential challenges are just figments of your own imagination. But just because I fade in and out of your drug-addled focus doesn't mean me punches will pass right through you. When your mouth is pouring blood down your throat from my claw and you’re gasping for air that isn't coming, tell me that it was right to not ignore me. As I've told others before, I don't care if I "scare" you. I don't mind if you find me funny. Whatever gets you through those long cold nights, I suppose. I mean, you need something to keep you warm what with guys like me stealing your precious heat, right? For someone who doesn't care what people think, it's weird that you're so peculiarly protective of your pseudo-popularity. Well, I suppose we all have our own crosses to bear. I, for example, have to deal with idiots like you who try so hard to trump up old accomplishments. You know why I mention Jorgenson and not old battles? It's not because I was busy playing third fiddle to Anarky and Psycho or bouncing over around in the Crack Rock Crowd or the Anime Brigade or the Light Brigade. It's because it happened approximately 2 or 3 days ago when I said it. What happened more than three years is largely irrelevant to today. If I were Michael Manson, sure, you're stories might fascinate since I may or may not be dead or GAMMA-O. But since I am apparently just Golem, Vacuum Victim #12, I don't have much interest in your story. Maybe I am just over thinking things. After all, aren't you the guy who thinks that no one else exists? So maybe the reason you claim that Golem isn't real like the Easter Bunny is because I am the first one to speak. And then now after Psycho says something, you'll break the unfortunate news to him that he doesn't exist, either. No, clearly the only rational explanation is that only Felix Red and the guy from Se7en exist in this reality. It's certainly NOT some LSD-induced hallucination. Really, there is something humorous about the guy whose mind is warped by narcotics calling someone else psychopathic. But then, I guess you've never claimed to NOT be a hypocrite. Also, as an aside, I appreciate the black and white camera lens. It truly added the perfect mix of "noir" and "classic" to your interview. It's that kind of nuance that convinces me to not say your name into a mirror three times.

(Golem gets up from the chair and walks over to the window.)

Golem: Felix, you grow weary of my mission of causing suffering. Well, I think that’s just selfish of you. You might only care about yourself, but I care about the rest of you. At least, I care enough to tell you what I am going to do. And mine aren’t threats predicated on whether I bite my tongue or not. Mine are promises, as I continue my mission to resculpt the WFW into own brain child. You see, you can be so much more, Felix. Don’t you see that? You even admit to being a sociopath. So why are always worrying about your image? Maybe it fuels you to be all edgy, with your pills and your razorblades and your whatnots. I assure you that it won’t help you versus Golem, however. Because I do not appear in the mirror. I am neither Bloody Mary nor the Jabberwocky. I simply walk to the ring, impose my will, break your spirit, annihilate your persona-driven ego, and then walk out again. Maybe afterwards, you can convince yourself it didn’t matter. Later still, you will be convinced it never happened. Then, in a week, you might be telling people you may…or may not…have murdered Golem. Because, hey, who can keep track of anything anymore, right?

(Golem grabs a glass of water on a nearby table, takes a drink and then clears his throat.)

Golem: And then of course there’s Psycho. My (Golem makes air quotes) “teammate” who is already such a colossus failure that he is already starting his back talk for when he costs me the tag team match. Really, I am not entirely sure what is wrong in your head, but maybe Felix Red was sharing things with you at those LOVE after parties? In my experiences teaming with you and Felix, you’ve both been pinned, I haven’t, and you’ve never done anything impressive except get in my way. You say you can get me another win. Another win? We’ve never won. All that happened was you got kicked around a boat, dropped onto a pool table, and pinned. So feel free to claim later that this match didn’t matter or, supposing I swing your colossal weight onto my back, that you had any part in the victory. No one believes a word of it. Well, I suppose Wells and Felix might, since they were dumb enough to get into league with you in the first place, but that’s a digression. No one who matters will believe a word of it. This match doesn’t matter for you? That works out, since I told you that you can stay home. I don’t need you. You act like I expect this match to settle anything. Do you understand the meaning behind the phrase “launching point”? This is just an opportunity to get out there and start opening wounds that will slowly grow during the course of my tenure here. I don’t care about bragging rights or title belts. I just care about enjoying the fight, (Golem again uses air quotes) “pushing people to their limit”. And when I say it, I mean their ACTUAL limit. That’s why I win matches and you end up under guardrails. Because when the alcohol wears off for Wells….during the 5 minute window between drug binges for Felix…and IMMEDIATELY after the match for you if you get into my way…you’ll all know you were in the ring with the glorious Golem.

(Golem turns and walks out the door as the camera fades to black.)
 

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(Camera opens up to Jared Wells sitting on a couch with a Captain & Coke in his hand looking completely wore out and clueless. He falls into a trance and falls asleep while the cameraman is yelling at him)

CAMERAMAN: JARED!!! JARED! WE HAVE TO TAPE THIS TONIGHT DAMMIT!!

(Jared Wells is completely passed out as the TV screen falls into a dream world as you see Jared Wells laying on his back now in some spanish doctors office who doesn't speak a lick of english but is wearing a suit with his legs crossed listening to Jared)

JARED WELLS: Junior year in high school, one night and one night only it took for me to realize what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. GOD OH MIGHTY! I swear I was going to be the greatest rapper of all time! I mean ALL TIME! I had the beats, the looks......JARED WELLS WAS GOING TO BE SOMEBODY! At the time I called myself Manaze. You know like mayonnaise, it's white......BRILLIANT! Seventeen years old I was ready to become an international rap superstar.

What's a guy like Jared Wells do on a Monday night in junior high? DUUUHHHHH. Hang out with two other buddies, drive around in a 1992 Dodge Stealth all messed up on an eighth of shrooms that are stuffed in burritos from Taco Bell what else? Between the butt naked thirty eight year old woman in the back seat, wreaking the car in the middle of nowhere and getting a ride home from a cop who kept telling me to come over his sometime and kept referring to himself as the "LAW" and told me that he likes to dress up in a birthday suit from time to time in his house and have parties? ......I don't even remember any of that ride. I don't really want to talk about it.

Doc, I strolled into the house around midnight thinking I was all safe and sound, gonna get my ass to bed and get to school a place I hated. My parents never had a healthy marriage as my dad would still on the computer all day and secretly look at internet porno in a room pretending he was doing pay roll while my mother sat on her ass in a garage on a phone drinking Coors light. What do I care right? Jared Wells is going to be the biggest F'N rap superstar EEEEVVVVERRR! MANAZE B(BLEEP)TCH DON'T FORGET IT! TAH! TAH! TEE! TEE! TAH!

Long night of shrooming, I lost my boxers somehow but had my pants on still. I think that older lady in the backseat of the Stealth had them in her mouth when the cops arrived. I can't really remember, all I knew was I had to get up early to smoke a bowl and head to school. I turn out the lights, close my eyes and pray to god I can sleep. Damn cat is in the room and wants out!? So I get up and turn on the light and I swear TO GOD!!! SWEAR TO GOD my orange cat MR KITTY was sitting there indian style looking straight at me starring at me. I didn't say one word as he continued to stare at me because I got scared and freaked out. Last thing I want to do is choke a F(BLEEP)KING cat out, especially MR KITTY.

Doc, have you ever had a conversation with your cat about life? Well Mr Kitty looked up at me and said "YO DAWG, what are you doing with your life." Doc, I swear to god I talked to this little bastard for six hours and he told me I needed to be a professional wrestler........

(TV turns into a trance and back to reality as someone pours his Captain & Coke over his face)

CAMERAMAN: JARED! WAKE UP!!!

(Jared Wells all of the sudden wakes up from his dream with a big grin on his face)

JARED WELLS: Oh did I fall asleep? Me bad. But I'll tell you what, throwing that Captain & Coke in my face was somewhat disrespectful but AWESOME. God I love that taste because it makes your lips tingle.

CAMERAMAN: JARED! Big match coming up!! Your teaming up with GAMMA-O taking on Psycho/Golem, and Minion/Felix Red!!! We only have so much time!!

(Jared sits up so quick almost like Superman and gets in gear. He fixes his shirt, wipes his pants, fixes his styled hair)

JARED WELLS: RIGHT!!! LET'S DO THIS! CAMERA MAN DO YOUR F(BLEEP)KING JOB!!

CAMERAMAN: ONE! TWO! THREE.............

JARED WELLS: You know I was going to come out here and talk about the do's and don'ts of life. I was going to talk about how the pubi salad isn't cool and the P's and Vagi's are cool. But F(BLEEP)K all that and let's talk about Unplugged coming up. Enjoy the ride.

What's not a good night at the bar when you have to take a leak fifty times? You know the urinal that is the closest to the stall? Look over to the right or left, where ever this stall wall may be you can see the paint chips slowly rusting, chipping, fading away thanks to all the beer drinkers urine over the years. It's not because of old age, it's because the drunk can't aim right. And this reminds me of one person in general. One mother F(BLEEP)KER who I want to give credit to, but can't because he hasn't done S(BLEEP)T in this business. Golem.

Golem, first and foremost what does Jared Wells want to go by here? I like to save "DADDY" for the ladies so in your case when your talking to the cult icon you refer to me as MOTHER F(BLEEP)KER. GOT IT?! A simple douche bag like yourself Golem sits there and tries to make Jared Wells look like a fool. Why bring up Maelstrom? Why keep bringing up L.O.V.E? OH!! Your Saturday night consisted of a sausage party and hitting up WFW.COM and checking out the bio section. Scroll on down, you'll see DADDY there somewhere. Oh WAIT? What does that caption say?

"THE GREATEST BAD WORLD CHAMPION OF ALL TIME!"

Three years! THREE F(BLEEP)KING years I kept that belt and never lost. Not because of L.O.V.E, not because of friends, because I was the man and still the man. Golem your rambling on about I have nothing left is like comparing swords at the urinal. Sure I lost to Steve Johnson. Steve Johnson can have the BAD World Title along with my condom wrappers and lube. I have to remind once again since you rely on the internet, three years I held onto that title and now look at where we are now? I'm in the WFW World Title picture and it looks like I'm not leaving it anytime soon. Golem my best days are behind me? Figuring that your about as smart as a straw and narrow-minded JARED WELLS will HUNT for the WFW WORLD TITLE until it kills me. Golem, your just here as a fill for Jared Wells until I get Felix Red one on one, and thats all I want.
Hope on your claw brother, Jared Wells will bring his dangle and I dare you to step up.

OH WAIT!!! HEY Golem, you seem to like pianos right? I think pianos are a pansy way for a man to think, act, or feel so this song is for you little man......

(Jared still sitting ready to sing as you hear in the background someone playing a piano)

JARED WELLS: We've only just begun to live

White lace and promises

A kiss for luck and we're on our way

We've only begun

Before the rising sun we fly

So many roads to choose

We start out walking

And learn to run

And yes! We've just begun

Sharin' horizons that are new to us

Watchin' the signs along the way

Talkin' it over just the two of us

Workin' together day to day, together

And when the evening comes we smile

So much of life ahead

We'll find a place where there's room to grow

And yes! We've just begun.............

OOOOOHHHH YEAHHH!

(Jared picks up a beer an chugs it, then wipes his mouth)

Terrible song for someone who has meant NOTHING and I mean NOTHING in this business. NOW!!

That leaves me to The Champ. Felix Red. Here we go again, for the millionth time into the club for a long night of ecstasy and chemical MDMA! Felix Red, I will never leave you alone, and I will never stop. I will hate you at the age of eighty if we are still alive then. I will beat your ass in a nursing home, beat you with a cane and choke you out. If your dead and I'm still alive I will dig the long dark grave to bring you back up, pull your body out and smack the S(BLEEP)T out of your dead helpless body reminding that I hate you. I'll rebury you myself, and piss on the grave. Keep holding onto that title Felix........ENJOY IT WHILE YOU GOT IT.

Psycho, your still that guy at the party dancing while the rest of us throw empty beer cans at your head.

Minion, your still that guy I beat every single time......EVERY TIME. Don't worry, I didn't forget about how defeating you was easy. I forgot about MINION PERIOD.

GAMM-O, I suggest you bring A to the Z because pal you want to hang out with the cult icon you better bring birth control and a lawyer.

The MOTHER F(BLEEP)KER is coming boys..........

And the WFW:NE is alive tonight
Nobodys foolin' nobody is to where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of Felix Red.

(FADEOUT)
 

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((FADE-IN: GAMMA-O, masked as Mephisto, stands shirtless wearing gi-pants in the middle of an empty gym. On his chest is painted the Japanese character for his name))

GAMMA-O: Once upon a time, Felix Red took something from me. Hmm...perhaps "took" is an inaccurate verb; as if he walked into a room and plucked it from a jar of candy.

No, Felix Red outright stole what was rightfully mine. Something...that cannot be given back.

My presence here was supposed to be a revelation, but I'm afraid I must revert to the Old Testament. There is...no other choice. There can be...no other justice. Eye for an eye, Felix. This Pharoah, though, has not come for the first born son. I am the Alpha, the Omega...the first born, and the only born.

I AM...the father, the son, and the infinite spirit of life, death, and rebirth. And I have come for the adopted bastard son who stole from me...FROM ME!

They tell me Jared Wells is my partner? He is not. I am a Dragon, Jared, THE Dragon...and Dragons ally only with other Dragons. The Dragon of light, and the Dragon of darkness. The Alpha...(laughing) and the OMEGA!

Two creatures of the ancient world, cutting the night's sky with vengeance on their wings, vengeance in their minds, vengeance in their heart. For your Western world, your REVELATIONS...teaches you about the turning of cheeks and the forgiveness of sinners.

You have forgotten your Old Testament, my friends.

Vengeance and Justice cannot be split in twine, for they are the same. Without vengeance, there is no justice. Without justice, there is only sin and disgrace.

YOU, Felix Red, have disgraced me.

And you will learn in the end, just like the others that stand in the way of justice...that you can not negotiate with the Alpha, nor barter with the Omega...cannot steal from the Alpha, cannot disgrace the Omega...

The Alpha is justice, the Omega is vengeance...the Old Testament IS the revelation....

When your End Times arrive Felix, and it is very close...the Dragons will rule your sky...

((FADE TO BLACK))
 

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(Fade-In: A small dinner in downtown Birmingham. It's nearly empty on a warm summer day. A disinterested waitress slides a plate in front of a masked man and he pokes it with a fork before taking a bite)

Psycho: MMMMMMMMMMMM, now that is some damn good cobbler. Damn good.

(He smiles looking at the camera)

Psycho: You know besides this desert I haven't found a whole lot of interest in this town, much less this match. It's another city along the road to ruin. However I grow more and more amused as the other....

(He waves of fork filled with cobbler at the camera and continues talking mouth full)

Psycho: Parties I'll call them assess they're sides and size them up. I mean we do all have one thing in common. Each got thrown into this match and now as mouths start to run...well agenda's are starting to come to life.

(He finishes the last of his cobbler)

Psycho: See we got poor Golem whom I'm sadly partnered with again. He's still hung up on some tag-team match from four maybe five years ago that to be honest I don't even remember. The saddest part is even after all this time has passed he still scheming to make it big. After all when the bell rings we're going to see yet another great relaunch off the accession that is Golem's great plan. He's like our own coyote...still looking for that road runner aren't you.

(He slides the plate away and drops a tip on the counter)

Psycho: Then there's you Jared. Still the frat boy drunk off his ass. I'm glad you've finally gotten past that B.A.D. title. I can't even count how many plane flights, limo rides and great meals we had in L.O.V.E. that we're ruined by the vomit in my mouth every time you mentioned that worthless belt.

(He shrugs)

Psycho: And while you might say I'm the you threw beer cans at Jared, between the two of us. Well only one has actually had a bottle broken over his skull. Tell me Jared...how did that feel? Did it hurt...did you cry...not from the pain, but because a drop of alcohol was spilled and you didn't get to lick it off your finger tip before passing out. Just another day being The Rage Man isn't it.

(He gets up and begins walking towards the door)

Psycho: Then we got you Gamma-O. Now I don't know what your deal is...I'm not big on reading much less the bible, but I do know I'm not impressed. I do know you've got a problem with Felix...just as I do, but hey that comes with the territory of being champ. Now the way I see it your some true believer looking to settle a score and hoping Felix will battle you in some old-school biblical battle of words. Man I can't wait for that Or you could be some silly jerk-off pulling the old Mystery Man routine to try and get over on him.

(He shrugs his shoulders again)

Psycho: I don't care either way. I got one agenda...I want that title belt again and I got a shot here to chip away at Red's foundation.

(He snaps his fingers)

Psycho: Oh and yeah I got something special just for you Golem....partner...loser. Best be careful what you wish for Golem...you just might get it.

(He gets to the door and looks up at the hot sun)

Psycho: You know maybe I'll go back and have one of those milkshakes. I like drinking milkshakes. See you boys at bell time.

(He turns around and walks back to the counter)

<FTB>
 

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brokeNCYDE is the best band ever.

“Hands up if you think you’re the only one…who’s been denied, like Pete, to God’s only son. But what of people who thought he would lift them up? I guess we’re all betrayed, all the betrayer…

Hands up if you think you’re the only one, who suffered under Pilate like God’s only son,. What of the money changer at the temple gate? I guess we’re all condemned, all the condemners…

Hands up if you think you’re the only one, who was left upon the cross like God’s only son. But what of us that have been left behind? I guess we’re all forsaken, all the forsakers…” – Pink Eyes, Fox News pundit…



(CUTTO: Good ole fashioned ECW style promo. Felix, dreads tied up into two big ridiculous pigtails, neon green work shirt, black eyeliner, big ole menacing scowl, WFW world title over his shoulder, in front of an upside-down WFW logo banner. He’s flaked by the The Gothopotamus, who’s doing a little shimmy dance, wearing a T-shirt that reads “I’LL SHOW ON THE DOLL WHERE TOM PARKER TOUCHED ME.”)

FELIX: Golly gee, everyone’s just clamoring for my blood. Sure wish I had someone watching my back. Like, a tag team partner, or three guys to run in and save my bacon when things start looking grim.

(glances over at Gotho, who obliviously starts doing the mashed potato. Felix, one handedly, pushes him by the head out of the shot. Gotho stumbles out.)

SFX: CRASH

GOTHO (off camera): OWWIE!! I CUT MYSELF AND CRY NOW!!!

FELIX: Tens of thousands of self styled misfits and monsters and addicts and they’re all scarier and hungrier than the one before. They say. I’ve been betrayed or let down by every partner or ally I’ve ever had. And I’ve betrayed and abandoned every partner or ally I’ve ever had. You tell yourselves I’m at my most venerable now, with no L.O.V.E., and no one with any personal imperative to ensure my well being…

People tend to believe what they want to believe. Does anyone remember what happens to an animal when it’s been cornered? When fight or flight instinct kicks in? And even if I were a coward, flight’s not an option. So…then….maybe I’m not so helpless?

Maybe Psycho and Jared Wells were never the assets we allowed them to believe they were. The futility of it all. I handedly dispatch them, they learn nothing, they remain vindictive, jealous, and noisy. Tens of thousands of times, on and on, until no one cares anymore. I took it for granted you gave up a long time ago, Psycho, unless it was just recently, but you’re oh so intricate and brilliant master strategy of waiting until I’m worn out to swoop in and pick apart my bones falls apart when what exhausts me utterly destroys you. You don’t have the stamina to wait for me to get tired, Psycho. You can’t go long enough without fumbling a plancha, landing awkwardly, and surrendering the next six months to physical therapy to ever be champion again.

And as for Wells…(sighs, shakes his head) Man, what’d I ever do to you? I shared my drugs with you. I helped put you on the map again when everyone said you were washed up. Where’s all this hate stuff coming from? Just because I threw you into a pile of shattered glass? Or that other time you did a nose dive through a table right before I pinned you? You’re taking that sort of thing personally now? That’s not the Jared Wells I know. The Jared Wells I know is a Rage O Lush who assumes it’s all just business and takes nothing personally, because he can’t remember what happened ten minutes ago.

I mean, and I’ve said this before, there are drug and alcohol problems, and there are drug and alcohol PROBLEMS, y’know what I mean? I’d help stage an intervention and try to get ole Jared to consider rehab, but the only way he’ll ever really become a legend is if he O.D.s and dies…Instead, let us do the man a favor, and let the downward spiral continue.

Speaking of the Downward Spiral, sorry to hear about Nine Inch Nails, Golem. My condolences. But it’s you who don’t understand…Potential challenges ARE figments of my imagination. I am the Felix Red that exists in your mind, and you are the Golem that exists in my mind. I’m worried about being cool and edgy, because you say I am. I’ve never tried to be cool or edgy, because that’s what I say. Nothing is true. Everything is permissible. It’s all a matter of perspective, I suppose. I must seem pretty cool and edgy to someone whose entire personality is trapped in 1997….

Abstract concepts, words, ideas, these things can cut as deep as the sharpest of blades. It is foolish to underestimate the power of the purely physical, but hey now, you don’t think your punches will phase through me? You’re covered in green and grey hair and have a big gross claw instead of a finger. We live in a world of infinite possibility, and you yourself are a testament to this.

So who are you to tell me what is and is not possible?

Then again, maybe you’re a man of science, and need a sound hypothesis. Well, how’s about this…You’re no spring chicken. You’re a veteran, a hard-nosed, wily student of the game. You’ve obviously followed my career quite closely – sounds like in a Felix Red trivia contest, you could hold your own against the most obsessed, scary members of my fan club. Thanks so much for the interest. This means what you know, but aren’t saying, is you’ve watched me rise from somewhat humble, modest beginnings, to being held back by power-mad promoters with an antiquated vision of what pro-wrestling should be, to, y’know, (taps belt – it goes “Ting”) this sort of thing. You’ve watched me break the glass ceiling, while you’ve never quite surpassed upper mid-card status.

Why ever could that be?

Perhaps you simply aren’t such a bad, bad man after all?

If your punches phase through me, Golem, you can breathe a sigh of relief, for this is not the worst thing that could happen to you. Now if your punches land, tried and true, I won’t fall down, and I’ll hit back, and you will fall down…Because I’m a much better puncher than you are. I’m also better at kicking and doing wrestling moves, such as the body slam, the moonsault, the tornado DDT, the standing 450 splash, and many, many, others.

Yay for Destruction! But following the initial destruction, what are you supposed to destroy if you haven’t created anything to fill the void? What have you ever created of your own, Golem? Have you ever even destroyed something remotely worthwhile? How are you not wasting your own, and by extension, everyone else’s time?

And so I took something from Gamma-O. That doesn’t quite narrow down the list of possible disgruntled figures from my past who might undertake the hood for whatever reason. OR disgruntled figures from histories that I’ve forgotten, or didn’t even happen. Is he Manson, the obvious candidate? Is it Doc Silver, who’s still got his panties in a bunch
over…wait…nevermind, that hasn’t happened…yet…? Or…(clenches his eyes shut for a minute, and sighs) Um, could it be El Arco Iris, a mask under another mask? The Jobber, perhaps, rematerialized out of oblivion? “The Child Prodigy” Johnny Havens? "Crescent Fresh" Ziggy Jefferson? “Cruel” Keith Simpson? Joe Massacre? Is it Felix Red? Am EYE Gamma-O?

Does it matter, when it’s already me versus everyone else?

When after all this time, once again, it’s Felix Red versus the world….

(FTB)

“Pink Eyes: Hands up if you think you’re the only one.

Choir: Hands up if you think you’re the only one!

Pink Eyes: Hands up if you think you’re the only one!

Choir: WE’VE ALL GOT OUR HANDS UP!”
 

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(Screen fades in as the camera is slowly moving down the hallway of Minion’s new apartment. Like last time we can easily tell things have changed for Minion. The hallways are clean, there are no holes in the walls, bodily fluid stains are nonexistent on the walls, and there not a needle to be found on the floor. Before the camera gets to the end of the hall and Minion’s apartment we hear loud crashing sounds and things being thrown inside one of the apartments. As we get closer to Minion’s apartment we can now obviously tell the sounds are from Minion’s apartment. The door is slightly opene and the camera crew slowly creeps in to find a Minion’s apartment a disaster area. Books, tapes, papers, tables, chairs, glass are all over the apartment in either broken, splintered, or ripped condition. One wall has a hole in it with a table leg sticking out. The TV we saw Minion watching last time is broken by an unknown and unseen object. Before the camera crew knows what is going on Minion rushes by the camera and heads towards the camera crew quickly follows behind.)

Minion: Where is it? Where did I put it? Do you know where it is? Have you seen my pills? Where, where are they I need them do you have them let me have them….i just want one…You don’t need one Minion…you are better off without them…but I do need them I need them to wrestle….you don’t need them you were better without them did you see what Gamm-O did you to you Tom Parker would be ashamed and all because you were to stupid to think that some little pill could suppress your true nature you will never get rid of me embrace what you were and can be again...but I don’t want to be what I was…yes you do, you had fun when you were yourself why not be yourself again you have had fun on your vacation from me time to snap back to reality…I hate you get out of my head leave me alone!!!

(Minion falls against the wall slumped down obviously stressed obviously something is wrong. He pounds his head with his fist and then as if nothing was ever wrong Minion looks at the camera as if he has been hit with a moment of clarity and tranquility.)

Minion: I let myself get distracted. That match should have been easy…had I had my pills had I been able to concentrate Gamm-O would have lost…but no Golem had to step in..why did Golem have to step in and take away my helpers…why did Golem have to step in then why then? Now I can get my revenge…now I can step in the ring with Golem and rip him apart…but I don’t want to rip him a part I am changed man I have changed…haven’t I? The pills told me I changed…the voices said I didn’t Tom Parker said I didn’t…I don’t know who to listen to…part of me is wanted to just wrestle this one out not hurt anyone not be my old self…but then the voices come at night when I am sleeping telling me horrible and nasty things to do to my opponents. Lucky for poor Felix Red that he is wrestling with me and not against me...

(Minion rocks back and forth and just sits still for a minute and begins to speak again).

Minion: I got a fax the other day telling me I was in a three way tag match…on one side of the ring is two people I have no real problem with..though I will not go easy on them…but I have no problem with Gamm-O and Jarred Wells so these two get off easy for now, but I will not forget them oh no no no…when I get my pills back I will find Gamm-O and I will hurt him…no I won’t I will wrestle him in a nice clean match and get back some dignity I lost when that punk pinned me last week. As for Jarred “Rage O Fire” Wells I remember you…I remember my loss to you and do not think for a minute that because I am not on my pills that I am weak…do not think for a minute that if I was on my pills I am weak and I am not able to do whatever it takes to my body to my soul to my flesh to win…because I will…no you won’t those pills will stop you… GET OUT OF MY HEAD…never.

(Minion gets up and lights up a cig and smokes a couple of drags before throwing it in an ashtray and begins again)

Minion: Then on the other side of the ring we have Psycho…I don’t know Psycho…I wonder if he is a nice man…no he isn’t you must rip him a part hurt him Minion hurt him and end his career make him bleed and taste the blood…NO STOP I CAN’T DO THAT ANYMORE…Yes you can yes you will Tom Parker wants it Tom Parker demands it you are a pu$$y get up and fight for yourself you worthless monkey. …Psycho you are just picked the wrong tag team partner. I want Golem. I want to hurt Golem. I am being destroyed inside and Golem is laughing…smiling…grinning inside knowing that he has crippled me worse than any psychical punishment he could ever inflict. But I will get my revenge…I must get my revenge…Golem must pay for what he has done…and Psycho I am sorry for what I shall do to you for being on the side of that creep is just as bad as what I will do to Golem. But see the thing is I know Golem can take my punches…I know Golem can take me ripping the flesh….i can’t rip Golem’s flesh I must not…I will beat Golem the new way not the old way, but see Psycho I don’t think you can take what Golem can. I don’t think you have it in you I don’t think you want to have it in you…see Golem and I are of a different breed. We are two animals. Golem is stuck at this kindergarten phase where he must smack everyone he see’s. Me…well I was there I was at that low level, but I am rising above it…I am better than Golem…and I am going to prove the world that I do not have to resort to my old ways in order to beat Gamm-O, Jarred, you, or anyone. Golem though, I do not know if the new ways are enough to defeat Golem…you know they are not you know they can’t beat him you know he just likes to take it and take it until you can give no more and then you will just get the claw and vomit on yourself you fool…NO NOT THIS TIME the old ways worked, but the new ways will work, they have to work.

(Minion slumps down in chair that has just recently been ripped up by

Minion in search for his pills. Minion after a long pause where he has surveyed the damage to his apartment begins to speak)
Minion: So now that brings me to my partner felix red. In all the leagues I have wrestled in..in all my time in that vicious squared circle our path’s have not crossed till now. You are worried that you allies, your partners, your friends always turn their back on you…fear not. You are my partner in this match and I want this win…I am hungry for this win…Felix don’t worry. Just do what you do best and I will do what I do best. After the bell has rung and we are declared the winners you can go back to your social circles and talk about that time you partnered up with Minion. We will not fall from grace and salvation is just a heart beat away Felix together we will get there together we will make our opponents wish they had something else to do and for one night only you will be more than just a wrestling champion and I will be more than just a wrestler…for that one night in B-Town Alabama we will be GODS and my salvation and redemption will be so much closer than it was before.
(FADE TO BLACK)
 

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(Backstage at Birmingham-Jefferson County Coliseum in a small dressing room. A shritless Psycho begins wrapping his hands as he spots the camera. He tears the last bit of tap with his teeth and flexes his hand)

Psycho: Well here we are, it's fight night. Big tag-team clusterf**k just waiting to happen. Now I know my description might be crude, but just look at the mixed up collection of DNA we've got in the ring. Take me for example...violent crazy blood spilling machine. Always ready to push everyone's limits. Everyone's favorite Psycho.

(He checks his watch)

Psycho: Look it's getting near fight time and we got my partner nowere to be found. Gee I'm shocked...oh well that's just life with Golem. Always on the launching pad, but he adventurly runs short of fuel. Yet I'm not worried, I know Golem has all the ability to win this match all on his own.

(Winks)

Psycho: Don't you big guy? You don't need me to get in your way do you? I'm just somebody else you blame your own career failure on aren't I Golem. Well tonight your right Golem...the floor is yours...the fight is yours to win. I can guarantee that I am prepared to only offer you the help you need, and to win Golem you will need my help. After all I got eyes Golem and to be succesful Golem you'll need all the help you can get

(He points at the camera)

Psycho: Then there's you Felix. Well aren't you the prize. I mean your the man with the title, you're the whole reason I'm even going to show up. I got another chance Felix...another chance to tear another piece of you away. A chance to bring you down just one more notch till we finally meet face to face Felix. When I get you in the ring alone and take back that belt.

(He sits down on the lone wooden bench and opens his gym bag)

Psycho: As for the rest of you...who cares. Jared...your a drunk...any ounce of talent you had has shriveled away just like your liver is. Besides your probably still half cold from that bottle I busted you open with last time. It was fun tapping you keg Rage Man and should I get the chance to do it again...well I will. I like to make people bleed and with you....well it's got a higher proof

(He smiles and laughs to himself)

Psycho: As for the rest of you. Minion I don't know were to start and after hearing you talk,,,,seems like you don't either. My good I feel sorry for you almost...all the voices in your head pulling you in different directions...I used to be just like you Minion. Took the pills to make the voices stop. Difference is Minion I let the voices win, that's why they call me Psycho and that's why I don't care about you or anyone else.

(He scratches his nose)

Psycho: And lastly you Gamma. look if you got a gripe with Felix I can understand that, but com eon...knock off this whole biblical stuff. Come on Felix thinks allot of himself, but he's no god. Not worthy of that level of wrath...he's a very flawed man and it's just a matter of time till he falls to them.

(he points at the camera)

Psycho: and the fall starts tonight. See you at bell time boys

(He waves good-bye)

<FTB>
 

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