WAR

[Da Gangstas]

The World Champ sits backstage calm as usual, casually dressed as usual, and just stares at his belt laying on his lap. A pair of blue jeans and a Westsiders Edge shirt with his hair slicked back in a ponytail and then the door opens slightly with a knock followed by.

Mind if I come in, its Sara?!

And Torres keeping his hands down to his sides just answers.

Come on in!

Sara stepping with a white baby tee hugging her body making her tits stand out, especially since she wears no bra. Tight blue jeans and strappy heels cover the rest of her body and Sara bending letting her blonde hair fall around some sits back on a chair across from the World Champ. Torres just watching her not really caring, but enjoying the view with a slight smirk, then Sara asks.

So you ready for the challenge against this Callahan guy who is in his second match I think?!?

Torres smirking a bit more just says.

I could care less about Callahan as he is just another rookie who thinks his shit is so great that he doesn't have to do shit. That he can walk in and decimate anyone, anytime, yet he got cocky with Matlock and nearly lost to the no show jones. I used to slap Matt around a few years ago, in SEF, maybe out of SEF, I forget because once ya done it, any other time I forgettable, like him and like Callahan! This kid can't be bothered to make an impact in his debut, now he wants to try and get over at my expense, the expense of the World Heavyweight Champion, nah, it won't be happening. Win, lose, or draw, Callahan does not get over tomorrow night on WAR for I have one goal and that is King of SEF against The Resurrector. Tell me I am looking past this new rookie chump and yea, so fucking what!?! I don't care if I win as I said, win lose or draw, he will not get over Nick Torres because I don't have to let him. I am the World Heavyweight Champion and I don't need to be here now, I don't need to be here tomorrow night. I simply need to show up and kick The Resurrector's big ass and continue on my reign as the top draw in SEF today! Callahan has too much to prove in too little of time for in just a little over twenty four hours he faces a man completely opposite than he faced last week. He goes from facing a zero to a hero...

A bit of a laugh from Torres who continues on saying.

Well maybe an anti hero for I don't care how you view me, how anyone including the fans wants to see me because I have the one thing that matters and that is the World Championship. Its what Callahan wishes he could strap around his waist otherwise he has no business in SEF and I'll make him realize that. Tomorrow night isn't about whether or not I can beat some chumpstain. Its about whether or not Callahan can make it into a third match where he better hope and pray or whatever he does to get a better chance at making an impact cause against me he has no chance.

Torres smirking a bit arrogantly, but considering who he is, why shouldn't he!? Sara now asks.

You think The Resurrector may end up costing you against Callahan giving him the win?

Torres shrugging as if he doesn't care and just says.

I hope to hell he does cause I'll be ready for his big, fat ass and to give him a preview of what King of SEF will be like, his worst fucking nightmare. Callahan can have the win, but as I said, he won't get over Nick Torres, he's just a pawn used by this joke of a GM hired to run WAR. Both can suck off and kiss this!

Torres doing a crotch chop a bit mockingly, then lays his hands on the title as Sara asks.

So you want The Resurrector to interfere?

And Torres laughing some more just pulls the belt up on his right shoulder leaning back casually. His hands on his lap as he says with a cocky smirk.

I care less what anyone does for at the end of the show Nick Torres is the World Heavyweight Champion and that's all I care about! The rest is trivial bullshit, like my match tomorrow night, just going out to slap some kid around, then await a real challenge.

Nick standing up now and he looks down suggestively to Sara who just looks up shrugging and goes for his zipper. Torres smirking smacks her hand saying.

Maybe later honey, I got to go see someone and plus, I got sweets at home. All I care about on the road is what's over my shoulder, so to all the rest, fuck off!

Torres flipping his left hand up with the middle finger extended, then lightly slaps Sara on her cheek and walks off arrogantly out of the door. Sara getting up follows him looking for someone it seems and then fade to black.