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| ~ The IeF camera fades into the ominous seven foot two figure known as Venome slowly walking down a nighttime sidewalk. Venome walks, almost as if in a trance until another street pedestrian accidentally bumps into him, apologizes, and continues walking. Without even looking, Venome suddenly reaches back with great speed for any man (much more for one over three hundred pounds), grabs the man by the throat, jerks the man back in front of him, jacks him up, and slams the back of his head into the wall of a building; making a sick crack in the process. Venome continues to hold his icy grip of death on the man who is now too scared to speak and in too much pain to tremble. After a few seconds of an intense stare down, Venome finally speaks. ~
Venome: My wallet . . . please.
~ The man slowly reaches down into his pocket and pulls out Venome's wallet. The man drops the wallet into Venome's other hand and drops to the floor a shaken mess before scrambling up, regaining his bearings, and running down the street as if he just looked death in the eyes. Venome looks in the wallet to reveal there's no money inside it- there never was to start. A slight smirk comes across Venome's face and he throws the wallet down on the floor and continues to walk as the camera follows him before beginning to speak. ~
Venome: Pime Time, and all you other clowns, that's a very bad sign you know; no money in my wallet. No money in my wallet means it's time to work, and unfortunately, I've got one job, and one job only- you are the brand new project that just got dropped on my desk. From your last promo, Elix Skipper, you appear to be a valid businessman, so allow me to put this in terms relatable to your secondary profession. You very much so are the new project that got dropped on my desk; the typical project. Not exactly a one- day in and outer, but far, far from being a ten million dollar deal. You see Skippy, I'd have money in my wallet and there would have then been an actual reason to stop that pick pocketer besides outlining the difference between right and wrong in a . . . physical fashion for that man. I'm quite sure someone of your . . . intellectual level doesn't actually take the time to check and analyze his paycheck, rather you just know that you've received it, cash it, and trust in the loyalty of your employer and the bank accountant to do the rest; just like you willingly trusted that old man to do the work first and pray to God he ends up paying you later. Regardless, just as you treat your paycheck, I will treat you. I don't take the time to look at you or your credentials, I just know that you're there and Im going to hurt you and trust in the loyalty of the medical staff and your insurance company to do the rest.
~ At that, the crunching of a beer bottle under Venome’s foot sounds off. ~
Venome: It’s a shame when such fragile things like beer bottles, women, or most importantly of all, you, are broken- isn’t it?
Now you might call me a hypocrite, as I'm hurting you first and getting paid at the end of the month later, just as you are. However, as it is a means of money for you, it's just a means of consuming time for me- a hobby if you will. That's right Skippy, you're nothing more than a hobby, a project, something to pass my time and then be discarded like a child throws away an older Action Figure as the new one comes along. Let's talk about YOUR first, second, and third mistakes. Your FIRST was being born, but then again, I suppose that was more of a mistake on the part of your mom and alcohol. Nonetheless, your second was joining this fed- not too bad of a mistake, but when you combine it with the third mistake; you getting in my way, all sorts of bad things are bound to and WILL happen come Authority!.
I saw you come out with your little white scale, and measure your own dumb self in the middle of that ring. Isn’t bad, if it is truly what you say you are. But I am willing to place my next paycheck in a bet saying that my 360 pounds of venome will surely be able to stomp a mudhole in your stupid ass. But, I do fear one thing about you skippy. Yes, I admit it, I do. I fear the wrath of you precisely executed…hiptoss. A hiptoss…. Is that the best thing you can come up with. You want to hiptoss me? Do it, hiptoss this 7’2” man and see what happens. It may be the only offensive move you get that night.
And I know you see yourself as a big player in this game, and I know after Authority!, you go on to fight Damien X at the PPV. Big woop, I have known Damien X for a while now, I have wrestled the man in other federations, and from what I can tell as of now, your ass is grass.
~ Venome turns a corner and continues to walk down a poorly lit alley. He walks up to a rusty steel door of a red brick building in the alley and bangs loudly three times ~
Venome: So boys, I leave you with these thoughts. The Venome will flow through your veins, oh it sure as hell will. Good luck, ladys…
~ A tall muscular brute opens the door, letting Venome in. He makes shure no one fallowed and then slams the door closed. End Transmission ~
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