WAR

[Da Gangstas]

Standing outside the rock and roll hall of fame on this morning is Nick Torres, former World Champion of SEF. Black jeans and a tee cover his rather large frame and a pair of old sneakers are on his feet, black and gray or faded white. His hair is slicked back in a ponytail and a pair of dark sunglasses covers his eyes from the sun rising over the city of Cleveland. Nick with his hands in his pockets and his arms relaxed while he just says with a bit of a stone cold face.

Hell of a match last week I had against The Resurrector who did indeed beat me, but could not kill me, he could not end me, his resurrection failed. And as far as that belt, it will be coming back around my waist tonight for there will be no resurrection of the title. Storms, my friend, your reign gets cut short by the Westsiders Edge and this time you ride the Gangstas Edge to the losers circle.

A bit of a smirk forming on his face and Nick still relaxed just says.

You had me looking for someone else, you had me distracted, however, your cheap gimmick is not what did it, but the fact that I was assaulted by three nobodies the week before and wasn't sure what you had up your sleeve. I still don't know, but I do know that one on one you can't beat me and so tonight I won't be distracted. On WAR you find out that Nick Torres is going to be a six time World Champion! Nothing you do or say can change that fact, that your losing, your going to be a one week wonder. Your time was up long ago old man and now its time for me to put your ass on the cross and slay ya!

A slicker smirk on his face and Torres just casual as ever, the cool cat with no care, just letting it flow.

Enjoy the title while you can! Tonight I take you off the edge and take back my gold. Like this hall of fame behind me, full of old men like you and like them Storms, your ass is going away to retire. After tonight you won't be coming back for a rematch, you won't be wanting anything, but a fucking bed to lay your old ass in and call it quits. Nick Torres is the face of SEF, not you, not that overrated blonde douchebag Tina, not anyone else. WAR is hell and I am the guy who makes satan look like a fucking fairy!

A grin flashes across his face and Torres brings his hands out of his pockets and flashes the gangsta sign with his right before walking off down the sidewalk. His steps casual and steady as the Westsiders Edge gets further and further away, then a shot of the hall of fame again and fade to black.

[Da Gangstas]

Sitting in the darkness watching everything around him unfold and The Resurrector just looks up with a faint light cast upon his face to show the grizzled veteran. His stubbled beard filling out good and his dark eyes menacingly penetrating like ice cold daggers. Dark hair from his head hangs in his face, long strands a bit wet and his leather coat rustling a bit as he adjusts himself. The Resurrector snarling somewhat and he says.

A one week wonder is far from the dominant reign that will occur with me holding the World Title of SEF. Nick Torres, from one "old" man to another, it is your time to go my friend. Tonight on WAR is it for you, your rematch will be used up as will your old bag of bones you call a body. I don't need to send you any sort of message, I realize resurrecting you was a mistake to try and for that I nearly did not beat you one on one last week. Fact is though Nick, I did beat you last week and tonight is not a repeat, but my true rise back to the top when Nick Torres becomes just a memory. A great wrestler, a friend as we have both noted many times, but tonight you leave us for good. Nick Torres is over and after tonight you get pushed over the edge to rest below forever.

The Resurrector a bit sinister with a smirk across his face.

I never needed anyone to beat you and will never need anyone to help me for I have all that I need in this world and no one will take it from me. There is NO way Nick Torres or anyone, especially Matt Matlock will ever take the World Heavyweight Title away from me. The belt is mine until someone decides to step up to my level and take it, and that is far from happening this current roster. Nick, your the toughest challenge, but your not able to hang on for I know how to beat you and will do so with no problem tonight.

A little calmer he seems to look now and a bit of a nod in respect to his friend as The Resurrector says.

I will see you on the other side in due time, but tonight I will see your ass get buried into the canvas as I stand tall with the World Title. The Lost Lost Souls will beat you only because I have taken all those souls as my own and become more powerful than any one being for I am The Resurrector. Tonight though you simply go away, you rest for good, you die in that ring while I show who the real face of SEF is. Not you Nick, not that little ditzy whore Tina, not a damn one of the roster in SEF, no one measures up to the man who is over everyone.

And then the faint light fades away leaving darkness. A rustling of The Resurrector's leather is heard as he stands and footsteps from his heavy boots clomp off leaving us in silence as well.