WAR

[Da Gangstas]

A knock on the dressing room door of Nick Torres and a voice from inside saying.

Come in.

And in walks Greg Boone wearing a black tee and slacks taking a seat across from the World Champ on a metal folding chair. Torres on a chair as well in black jeans and a Westsiders Edge tee with his belt laying on his bag on the floor to his right. Torres looking blankly at Greg who now asks.

When did you get here?

Torres smirking a bit arrogant as usual just leaves his hands on his lap casually and says.

Before anyone else.

Greg nodding ok just asks.

So you ready for tonight then?

Torres snickering a bit just says.

Yea, of course I'm ready, its time to show The Resurrector what he in for come Sunday night.

Greg nodding ok just asks.

Well what about Shane and Cody, the now Jer-iko's, The Jerks if you will? They seem to be beaming with confidence after winning the US Tag Titles and still say their gonna show everyone was wrong for talking down about them in the past.

Torres shrugging like he don't care as he probably don't and just says.

Great for them, but their beating a dead fucking horse for Nick Torres doesn't give a rats ass what was said about these two jokes. Shane and Cody came in to SEF originally ripping off a self made man from somewhere else in this business and they got exposed, oooh, big fucking deal! Their making amends now and trying, so good for them, but if they think Nick Torres is in for the beating of his life at their hands, they got another thing coming. My biggest threat in the hardcore tag match is not my opponents, but my partner for he challenges me this Sunday for my WORLD Championship. Their little US Championship they hold together as a unit, it pales in comparison to my gold, especially since the tag division is indeed dead. When me and Storms ruled the tag division we had a plethora of teams beating down our door to get a shot at us. We had guys like Rapid and Acetaker, Xanthus and Corez, Destruction, Mack and Viper, and so many more, plus we held the WORLD Tag Titles. Last time I wore the US Tag Titles it was to merge them with the number one set of tag belts in SEF. I don't care for them or Shane and Cody for I know their just a couple a kids full of piss and vinegar who with the right direction could pose a threat, but against two guys like they face tonight, their simply pissing in the wind!

Just laughing a little now is Torres and Greg now asks.

So The Resurrector is your main concern? Do you even care if you win or lose tonight?

Torres nodding no says nothing and just smirks, so Greg thinks a second, then asks.

Are you even gonna try to win, try to work with your partner or does the World Champ have other things in mind?

Torres just keeps smirking cockily and says.

I plan to go to that ring and wrestle, to fight, to kick some fucking ass and I plan on having to fight The Resurrector because I know that he feels the same way, the only thing that matters is this...

And now Torres grabs his belt from a top his bag slinging it up to his right shoulder. He pats it hard with his left hand, then grins arrogantly saying.

The World Heavyweight Championship, the belt that determines who the real King of SEF is and your all looking at him right now! When Shane and Cody get this belt or a World Title under their belt, well then, I'll look at them a little more serious, I will recognize them as talented. And tonight I will no doubt be on my game and take them serious for even the jobbers they beat have some talent, plus, as I noted, The Resurrector is a man I don't trust to have my back anymore. I didn't want to team with him and I don't even need to be in the ring tonight. Obviously the worthless GM is still pissed I kicked his head off when HE got in my way, but oh well, nothing I can't handle, just like him. Just like The Resurrector at the King of SEF pay per view, I can handle it all thrown in my path and when the dust from this storm settles, this gold will shine bright where it lays now.

Greg looking to speak, but Torres cuts him off raising his left hand up in a halting motion to say.

Get lost Greg, I got no more breath to waste to on tonight's match, but maybe in a couple days I'll shoot a few lines about my ol' buddy Storms before I kick his big ass all over the ring Sunday night. As for tonight, all you can expect is a preview of that ass kicking cause yea, the win don't matter, just as Shane and Cody don't!

Torres letting his title drop to his lap leans back still relaxing and smirking. Greg standing nods ok and leaves the room shutting the door behind him and the view pans back to the name on the door, Nick Torres.

[Da Gangstas]

Down in the deep, dark, dank basement stands The Resurrector in his surgeon style pants with the heavy machete resting on his right shoulder. He stares at four crosses with four men strapped to each one, their hair scalped off with blood running down their faces. Cuts all over their bodies leaving him somewhat mutilated and The Resurrector from left to right cuts their heads off until he gets to the last and just stares at him barely alive. The man cannot lift his head, his suffering prolonged as The Resurrector says.

Cody and Shane are of no concern to me in tonight's match for it is no match, but as Nick Torres said, a preview of what is to come only what is to come is The Resurrection of the lost souls. Then Nick, ol' buddy, it is you and I at the King of SEF to determine what you said, just who is the true king.

And now he lops the fourth mans head off after holding his head up to expose the neck. The head now falling to the floor with a thud and he turns sprayed with blood resting the machete on his right shoulder again. The Resurrector stepping forward a few steps saying with a nasty sneer in the usual gruff tone.

We did have a great time as World Tag Team Champions, you and I Nick, we dominated SEF together and now we have again as individuals. However Nick, it is now time for The Resurrector to takeover SEF and I need that World Heavyweight Title to do so. And you are in for a beating tonight Nick, more than you realize for tonight is the night your end begins. I could have beaten you months ago, won that title last year, but I am a patient man. I waited, I watched, I formulated the ultimate plan to takeover SEF and it all happens Sunday when I take over the World Heavyweight Title and of course regain the number one spot.

And then a swipe of the heavy blade brings the view to static, then fade to black.