~ The EGW 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 into a trash can the he passes and continues to walk as the camera follows him before beginning to speak. ~

Venome: Scott Williams, Rich Anderson, Drew Hall, 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 all are the brand new project that just got dropped on my desk. From your last promo, Scott Williams, 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 Scott, 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 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 Scotty, 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 videogame system 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 Animosity.

But I shouldn’t direct all my focus to one man, there are a whole lot of them to pick on. The only reason I choose him, was because for some odd reason or another, he seems to be the only one with balls to come out and say anything. I finally heard from Mr. Richy boy, and was displeased…. The million dollar reapers? What the hell is that supposed to mean. You think because you have a lot of money, you are better than me? Let me inform you two “bagillinoaires” or what ever the fuck you are… Wealth can buy you many things, nice sunglasses, a good ride, hell Scott could probobly buy Rich’s mom’s ass if he wanted. It can also buy you some stitches, some antibactireal cream, some ace bandages, hell im sure it could buy you a wheel chair even. And what is with that little monkey that fallows Rich Anderson around? I believe his name is Drew Hall. Well I advise that Drew not be at ringside come Animosity when me and Torborg take you two on, otherwise I may have to shove him up one of your asses. And even if Torborg never shows, I can still take on two Richy fucks and an anal-dwelling butt monkey by myself.

~ 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 Scott and Rich, 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. After he recognizes Venome he lets him in. He makes sure no one fallowed him and then slams the door closed.~

~End Transmission ~

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