The colossus of a man, who has made his name infamous in the hardcore wrestling world, is seen standing in his locker room
at the backstage of the K.W.A Pay-Per-View F.U.B.A.R. Homicyde is wearing the jump suit he wore during his successful title
defence of the Hardcore championship. He now has an "Enter The Insanity" T-shirt covering his chest. His two championships,
The hardcore and the tag team, draped over his two shoulders. Homicyde bends down to pick up his bags when he notices a
makeshift flyer on the top of his bags. Homicyde picks it up and begins to read. It is an advertisement for a new federation of
talent. "The A.W.A, where the most extreme wrestlers imaginable call home." Homicyde smirks before crumbling up the paper
and throwing it on the floor. There is a sudden interruption as Lotus burst into the locker room. He has the other tag team
gold around his waist and his Intercontinental title draped over his shoulder.
Lotus: Ladies and Gentleman, Winner and Still... The best damn intercontinental champion the Krazy
Wrestling Association has EVER seen, Lotus.
Homicyde: I saw the match. Showed him what happens when you stick your nose in the business of
"Torture Resurrected". You been to your locker room yet?
Lotus: Yea, Just came from there. Had a flyer advertising some wrestling federation.
Homicyde: Yea, you know what fed it was for right? The one we are set to invade. Lotus, we have
been in many matches in the past, We've seen and done a lot of things. But this whole invasion thing, K.W.A has NEVER been
involved in anything this big. This Anarchy Wrestling Alliance cannot be allowed to beat us...
Lotus: Homicyde, We are two of the sickest men in the K.W.A, You have innovated over twenty match
types, I have beaten ANYONE the bookers have put infront of me, This is in the bag. Pack your bags and lets go out and
celebrate the successful Pay-Per-View.
Homicyde: You go ahead, I have some business here to take care of.
Lotus waves before exiting the room. Homicyde looks at the balled up paper before walking out of the room himself. He is
seen walking the corridors and various KWA superstars are standing around talking about the show. The four foot, five
hundred pound Dogmatix is seen sparking up with his stable mates, The Herbal Committee. Homicyde walks further down the
long corridor and the likes of Eclipse, Axle Page, and "The Natural" Bret Starkez. Finally Homicyde reaches the GM's office
before trying the door handle. It doesn't budge as the door appears locked. Homicyde smiles before kicking the door down.
There is Phoenix himself wearing an Armani suit talking on his cell phone. Phoenix gets wide eyed before his face changes to
rage.
Phoenix: Just who the hell do you think you are?
Homicyde steps up to Phoenix, he is a mere inches from his face when he replies back.
Homicyde: I'm the longest running K.W.A superstar, and lets not forget my friend, I have been here
longer then you have.
Phoenix: Well lets not forget who's incharge now.
Homicyde: Last I checked, President Deadvision still ran this place, you're just a glorified ratings
boost. People see you, and they remember all the times I kicked your ass.
Phoenix: Is that what this is all about? You want to bring up old times, You want to talk about me
putting you through glass tables for the win... or how about you ambushing me before our match, and then hitting the
Oblivion through a wall to get your title back... or how about the time Deadvision was stabbed in front of a live audience AND
HE LEFT ME IN CHARGE! Next time you come bursting into my room while I am speaking with a VERY important person vital to
the K.W.A's existence, there will be dire consequences.
Homicyde: What are you going to do, fire me? Hell, you already are sending me out to another
program to try and burn them to the ground. Does Deadvision know about this?
Phoenix: Deadvision knows, what I want Deadvision to know. Right now, you worry about what I tell
you.
Homicyde: Yea, worry about you feeling threatened. Worry about you getting jealous... People were
beginning to forget about you, but my name, my name are on the edge of their lips. As I lay down on the mat, blood gushing
from open wounds, the sensation of the air combining with the laceration, my sick laugh as I pulled myself up by the ropes...
feeling the pain of cracked ribs, eyeballing my fallen opponent, before finishing him off, once and for all. You see Phoenix,
back in the day you and I were a lot alike and this scares you, so at the sight of trouble you send me off.
Phoenix: So this is what this whole intrusion is all about, You think I am anti-Homicyde? Homicyde,
over the years, You are the man that I have grown to respect the most. You are a crazed maniac who has given the K.W.A a
reputation of Insanity and Violence. You have been here forever, and that is why I trusted you enough to send you over to
A.W.A with Lotus to show them that this is going to be a war. Not because I fear you stealing my legacy. Not because I hate
you, but because you have the fire and devotion to get the job done. Remember, We were the New Age Alliance!
Homicyde: Remember, before I was N.A.A, I was a member of Team Awesome... You say this isn't
about personal differences... but I know you to well to believe your lies. Phoenix, this isn't the last time you will see
me...
Phoenix: Oh, and Homicyde... For old times sake, "GET READY!"
Homicyde begins to chuckle to himself.
Homicyde: That has honestly been the lamest catch phrase for the past five years.
Homicyde exits the room leaving Phoenix alone. He has a sly grin on his face as he trys to call back who he was originally
speaking with. Homicyde is walking down the corridor again before he reaches a plaque that reads, "Phoenix Almasy, GM".
Homicyde reaches into his pocket and pulls out his famed tack. He smiles before putting it on the glass frame over the
picture. Homicyde then head-butts the tack straight through the face of the picture. Fragments of glass fall to the ground and
a small trickle of blood escapes Homicyde's mask. He still has both titles thrown over his shoulders as he retraces his steps to
his locker room and grabs his bag. The camera crew loses sight of Homicyde.
The camera crew has finally caught up with Homicyde again. This time he is seated in his 1969 Road Runner. A lit cigarette
is present in the maniacs mouth. He appears to be parked in the lot for the arena that the first A.W.A show is going to be
held at. Homicyde rolls his window down before speaking to the cameras.
Homicyde: Man, camping out in arena's parking lots, brings back memories. So this is the fabled
A.W.A., The Anarchy Wrestling Alliance. The place where there are no rules. What has begun here. There is a vibe in the
air,and I have not felt anything like this in years. The electricity is calling out, asking to be felt. Ghouls of our past are calling
out, presenting themselves in our path. Lives that have been taken in the wrestling ring are begging to be remembered... I've
been paying attention to the A.W.A as of late. I've seen superstars make C.N.N appearences. I've seen some moron claim to
be a God. Anyone with an IQ over 30 knows that there is no such thing as God. There is no superior being waiting in an
afterlife to play judge. There is no man who sees all and knows all. There is only here and now. No moral dilemma, just what
you can and can't do. Next, I have seen a diva feud. So much Heaven and Hell flying around in a supposed Anarchy... Come
on, I'll be honest... I heard A.W.A and I was thinking it was about time I found people who share my same beliefs, now Im
listening to battle of My God is better then Your God. Bullshit.