As the driver diverts his eyes from the road he sees the passanger looking in the mirror trying to suck something out of his front teeth. The passenger then looks to the driver
Passenger: What were you saying?Harry: Nevermind!
The passenger shrugs it off and then glances over his left shoulder to see the cameraman. He then turns to position himself to speak to the cameraman.
Passenger: What the hell are you doing eating twinkies ray? Your in your late 30's and you wiegh 300 pounds I think your cholesterol is high enough, now give me that damn twinkie! Ray: NO! Ray begins to stuff it into his mouth as fast as he can. The passenger unbuttons his seatbelt and reaches towards ray. He suddenly stops and then looks straight into the camera. Passenger: Ray how long have you had the camera on? Ray: Um...... Passenger: Damnit ray tell me how long you have had the camera on for! Ray: Ever since your guy's arguement. Passenger: Harry pull the car over! Harry: No can do boss we're almost at the guys house. Passenger: Alright, I guess ray will have to wait until after I get this interview done. Hows my hair? Harry rolls his eyes and begins to turn off of the bumpy dirt road unto a paved road. Along the sides of the road are huge redwoods that look like they are touching the sky as they follow the paved path the crew becomes completely silent except for the passenger who seems to be giving his self enhancement speech to himself. As they drive further down the redwoods end a valley of short green grass opens up. A huge wooden cabin comes into view with a beautiful woman and an older man. Both turn around and stop what their doing and look towards the van. The passenger straightens his tie and jumps out of the vehicle as soon as it stops. He walks over very nonchalantly to the woman and the man. Passenger: Hello my name is William Baugh and I am an official of New Wave Wrestling. I was wondering if you could help point me out to where Muerte is? Lady and Man: Yes. Lady: Hes doing his laps right now. I can take you to him. WB: Thanks, and It was nice to meet you sir. The older gentleman nods his head and the three men along with the lady begin to make thier way to to the house. As they enter through the front door they see the huge built in fireplace with black leather furniture in the living room. They walk further down the corridor and past several doors until they reach a blue door. The girl sticks her key in the knob and opens it slowly. She walks in followed by the three men and stands along the pool as Muerte is doing his laps. The girl smiles very timidly and stands near the edge of the pool. Woman: Muerte, Muerte, MUERTE! Muerte stops swimming and looks up at the woman and whipes the water from around his eyes off of his face. Muerte: What do you want? Who are these people with you, and how many times have I told you not to interrupt me during my swimming time? Girl: Yeah well these guys were sent here by New Wave Wrestling to do something and I figured it must have been important if they came all they way down here to do it. So if you would have listened before you opened up your big mouth then you would know who these people were. Instead of acting like the "Great" Muerte. Muerte: Woman your about this close... Girl: Yeah whatever, if you need me I am going to be taking a shower. The girl stampers off and slams the door shut leaving the three men and Muerte in the pool. Muerte then begins to pull himself out of the pool. He walks over to a silver patio chair and pulls his black cotton robe from it. He puts it on and then walks over to the three men. He looks them up and down and then begins to speak. Muerte: Well, its been a while since there has been a cameraman and interviewer around my house. I am going to go get dressed and then we will talk. Will: How about we talk now! Muerte has a look of shock on his face and then grabs will by the collar of his shirt. Muerte: Listen just because she talks to me like that does not mean you can talk to me like that and if you ever even think about pulling a stunt like that I will end you right then and there. Got it!? The reporter nods and muerte drops him to the floor. He stares at him coldly and then begins to walk away from him. Harry and Ray begin to chuckle as they walk by him. WB: What the hell are you two fat asses laughing at you think this is funny? You better walk off before I get really mad! The two men begin to laugh even harder as they walk away out of the room. The scene then opens up outside of a green the green door. Its slightly open but ray and harry wait for Muerte to tell them to enter. Will waits for a while and then pushes the door upon a little bit more to try and sneak a peak at what is happening inside of the office. He glances in, but can only see a replica van gogh on the dark green colored wall. He tries to peek inside more but stumbles in and catches Muerte putting on finishing getting dressed. His longer silver hair is still wet but pulled back. He puts on a black, button down sleeveless, shirt. The reporter begins to stare at the massive scar on Muertes right arm. It starts towards the shoulder and ends towards the elbow but takes up about an inch and a half in width of his arm. Muerte looks down to see what hes staring it and realizes what it is. Muerte: Oh your wondring about the scar aren't you. Well you and your cameraman take a seat and the other guy can just stand over there and hold the mic. Alright So the story behind this scar. Well it wasnt that long ago that I was in a fed called XHWF. The only reason I am even mentioning that stink hole is to further the story. Anyways when i was in the xhwf I battled for the hardcore title, because that was dominated by one single man. So i decided to show the world my skills by facing him one on one in his favorite match, a chainsaw on a pole match. When the bell rang both of us went at each other. We would barrage each other with rights and lefts and then when we didnt have enough energy to do that then we resorted to dirtier tactics. We put each other through tables from ladders. We bent steel over each others heads, but neither one of us was backing down. Finally I caught my opponent at his weakest moment and delivered his own finisher to him. I climbed the turnbuckle and reached the top and i jumped and pulled the chainsaw down. I started the chainsaw up and had it surging with in my hands I started to do it, but i saw the fear in my opponents eyes. I saw that he wasnt the image that he put himself up to be he was just an ordinary man. I turned the chainsaw off and tossed it to the mat. I helped my opponent up to his feet and we both raised our arms into the air. I turned to salute the audeince and all I remember is the sound of the metal hitting my back. After that I woke up in the hospital with a headache and this scar. I looked over the replays over and over and learned a very valuable lesson and that is to never EVER turn your back on your opponent. FInish him off while you still have the chance and from then on every match i have capatalized on my opponents mistakes and thats why i have gained all these belts mounted on the wall. Baugh: Those are nice, but are you just planning on capturing titles during your tenure here in new wave? Muerte: No, not at all, but like every other guy in this fed I am going to work my damndest to get the world heavywieght title.Gaining the world title isn't about just the gold. Its about walking around the back and knowing that your the best that your the man to beat as long as you have that belt. That you are now the hunted and not the hunter. Its a feeling that only few things can give you. I have gained world titles around the world as probably a lot of the guys in New Wave have. That only means that everyone is going to know how it feels to stand at the top. So they are going to be gunning for it too and they makes everybody very dangerous. This fed is what makes this fed original and that is the reason I joined it. Baugh: Just how did you get into this fed? Did you stumble upon it or were you telephoned by one of the co owners? Muerte: Well when the Vwa closed down, due to laziness of management, I decide to take a break. After a couple of weeks i was rearing to go. I recieved a couple of calls, but something kept telling me not to accept them. So one day I got a telephone from a buddy of myne. We talked for a while and then he told me to get back in the biz, because if I didn't I would regret it. I then hung up with him and looked around for a worthy fed and got nothing once again. I was at the end of my rope wishing that something would happen and then I got a phone call from the same guy telling me he had found the perfect place for me to show case my talent. I called my agent and told him to do whatever it takes to get me in it. He notified me a couple days later he told me I was in. I was already in shape so I didnt have to worry about that, but I figured I would have some ring rust so i hired some guys to spare against. After a couple of minutes I got all my skills back and worked on developing a new move. Thats when I came up with Suicidal Temptations, a move that some say hurts the person doing it more than the person who is recieving it. I think it gets the job done so thats why I am going with it. Baugh: So what thoughts do you have on your opponent, Dark Train? Muerte: Well my thoughts on dark train. Well to be honest I dont really know the man all that well. I have done some research on him and he seems to be like every other guy that walks into a federation. The only thing that seperates him from the rest of them is that his skills are slightly better than the rest and I can't even begin to tell you how much that excites me. The fact that I might be going up against the best is a really good feeling. A surge of adrenaline and a feeling that I havent had in a while. I have seen that he was trained by one of the greatest wrestlers of all time, Grim Reaper. From what I have heard he was the man to beat in his time. I can only hope one day to meet him be it in the ring or outside of it. For now though I shall deal with his pupil, his protege. The man that carries a darkened past and a hunger to dish out pain. I have been down that road before and did quite a good job at it. I also look to dish out pain, but I will not do it with weapons or dirty tactics. Instead I shall do it with my bare hands and technical wrestling. If the time and the place is right though, I will go toe to toe with you with whatever required to win. If i have to beat the hell out of you with a sledgehammer then so be it. Just beware that if you screw me over or pull a dirty tactic I am going to be searching for your punk ass in the back and waiting for another shot at you. Wb: You are aware that this match is in a house show right? You seem to go at it as if this were for the world title or something? Muerte: You are 100 percent right about that. Since I first started my training I was told to either go with all you got or stay in the back. I have lived my life to that statement and its gotten me this far, besides I think the fans deserve to see Dark Train and Myself to go at each others throats. I think that they deserve to see the business bests suit up and take charge. When I was growing up in Cabo I happened to see the worlds greatest wrestlers and luchadors go at it.They would do flips and tumbles and top rope planchas. I would look around and see peopl standing in their seats yelling at the top of their lungs and it gave me an unimaginable feeling and thats the feeling that I want to give all of the fans that pay to see wrestlers wrestle. Wb:Alright thanks for the time we'll get back to you as soon as we get word from New Wave. Muerte: Wait you guys arent going to go you are going to stay here and be my personal staff. I will put you on my payroll as soon as possible and at least you won't have to worry about being attacked. Wb: Well thats true, alright we will think about it and then get back to you. Is there any last words that you would like to say before our departure? Muerte: Yes I would, train while your lacing up your boots thinking about how long its been since you have been in the ring think of one thing, your going into the ring against a man that has no remorse and by the time the match is over you will know that Muerte is Upon You! Muerte stares deep in the camera and cracks a grin and then the scene fades to black.
