The door opens and in walks Mike Wilson. Venome sees him come in. He closes his magazine and sets it down on the table. Then he lowers the volume on the television, and gets up to shake Mike’s hand. It is somewhat humorous by the size difference between the two, when standing next to each other. ~

Mike Wilson: Hello again.

Venome: Hey, how’s it goin’?

Mike Wilson: Great, I was wondering if I could get another interview with you…

Venome: That’s fine, im just studying some of the new talent, and trying to understand some of the old.

Mike Wilson: Well a congratulations is in order, on your recent victory over Johnny Page. In the match you had totally pummeled this superstar. Standing up to some very great offensive moves. It took him a while to understand that you are best dealt with when you are off those massive things you call legs. But once he figured this out he proved to be a bit of a match eh? I guess the only way to take a giant down is to go for the legs.

Venome: A bit of a match? Well, he proved to be worthy of my first victory here in the CWF. How ever he didn’t prove to be a bit of a match. I’m not so sure he proved to be a bit of much. He proved to be an anoying prick in my side, and one that I had no problem in dealing with. Johnny Page was obviously not prepared for the match. I had trained and worked out from the moment I heard this match was in place. I even came out and t rash talked him a bit. Trying to get inside his head. But I never heard from him. I never saw him in the gym training, I never saw him in ring practicing, I never heard him come out and talk to me or about me for that matter. Hell I never even saw the man in the building. To be honest, I had never even known who he was until he showed up for the “stampede” show. He surprised me by even showing up. He surprised me, even more by getting into the ring. And he surprised me the most when he put his first punch in.

~ Venome takes another swig of his water, then continues. ~

Venome: I give him a little credit, I acknowledge that he came in and at least stood there, face to face, to take me on. But beyond that I see no means to give him much more. He had some balls, but not a lot. There is no way that he proved to be a bit of a match. He proved to be a test, a test that I passed. Now it’s on to bigger and greater things.

Mike Wilson: Interesting. Well, if you have kept up with the ever so rampant rumors going around the offices and locker rooms of the CWF, there is a rumor that the New Pimp Nation, a newly formed stable here in the CWF is looking for some new members. They are trying to recruit and swell there ranks again. After inducting the founding members, $k1ttl3s, Kenn Van Dam, Ernesto Extacy, and Sikamike. They have already begun to make a name in our federation. Anyways, rumors have it that you are possibly the next to join these former New Pimp Nation Wrestling superstars. What do you have to say about that?

Venome: Well, Mike. Not that its any of your business, I wouldn’t ever trust a rumor that floats around in a wrestling arena.

Mike Wilson: So the rumor is false?

~ Venome takes yet another drink of water, and glances at the finisher a guy on TV just did. Then he looks back at Mike… ~

Venome: I never said that.

Mike Wilson: So it’s true!

Venome: I never said that either. I have talked to my fellow NPNW mates from the past. Including Kenn Van Dam, Sikamike, Ernesto, $k1ttl3s and Joe Taylor. I have kept in touch with them since the demise of NPNW. Now as you know, Joe Taylor isn’t even in the stable, for obvious reasons. So right now I will say this to answer your question – Who knows, I can’t read the future, and I can’t tell where my path is set. Only time can do that, and since I don’t control time either, well all just have to wait wont we?

Mike Wilson: I guess…Well, Next Stampede show, you have to go up against….a man that I am not to fond of. A man, that cowardly attacked me….a man I Hate, a man I DISPISE….A MAN I LOATH….A

~ Venome toss' some of his water from his bottle at mike while yelling with all his might~

Venome: HEY! Calm down man, damn. I understand what you feel. I have delt with the same anger and frustration and fears as well. But were doing an interview, damn. Hold yourself together.

Mike Wilson: I’m sorry; can we take a break so I may compose my self?

Camera Man: Yeah, were out….

~ End transmission ~

Ernesto: Hey! Wait…

~ Venome stops and turns to see, just as Ernesto throws him a pair of keys. Venome raises a hand in the air and catches them. ~

Ernesto: Its from us, its not as pimped out as our rides, but we know you aren’t into the pimped out shit as much as we are, but this aught to do you just fine. Plus it beats taking the bus back to the hotel….

Venome: Sweet ass, thanks….

~ Venome and Missy continue down the hall way, passing the sign reading ‘Parking Garage’. They enter the garage… ~

Venome: Man, this is an awesome gift…I wonder witch is mine…

Missy: Press the panic button.

~ When Venome press the button a loud blaring alarm goes off. Venome and Missy fallow the sound to the back of the garage. There sits a Black and Silver Hummer, with the logo of Venome written in green on both sides. Venome hits the button again, and the alarm quickly shuts itself off. ~

Venome: Man this is awesome…

~ Just then A CWF camera crew comes up behind him with none other than Tina Rowling, the newest of CWF interviewers. ~

Tina: Venome! Can we get a quick interview?

Venome: Sure. Here, Missy, you can go wait in the truck.

Tina: Great, well first of all; We saw last night on “Sunday Night “ that you joined the New Pimp Nation. And you made your first appearance as one of there official members by interfering along side with Ernesto Extacy in the Night Wolf against Casey McGinnis match for the CWF Television title. Now it is understandable that you want to make your presence with the NPN obvious, but why this match, why these men?

Venome: Well, Tina. You have much to learn. Of course I want to make my presence felt. I am a member of a faction and people should know that the New Pimp Nation just got a little stronger. The reason for interfering? Have you had your eyes closed all last night? I mean, damn, I know your new….but pay attention. There is a war growing inside of the CWF ranks. A war that will produce many epic battles from here till the end. And two of the biggest teams in this war of the worlds excluding the Extreme Revolution is the New Pimp Nation and the Dyna$ty. And these two groups have been feuding for a while now, and the feud is getting more and more intense as the days go by. So to make my joining of NPN legit, I attacked one of the common feuded men. I chose Night Wolf. He had a lot riding on that match, dignity, glory, and the CWF Television title. And in a matter of minutes, all that went spiraling down the drain. I took it away from him. Dreams…gone….

Venome: As for Casey McGinnis, I had no beef with him. Hell I didn’t even know who they guy was till last night. But the fact of the matter is this. He didn’t defeat Night Wolf for the CWF Television title, I did. I may not have beaten him physically, but I beat him mentally. I beat him….and basically handed that title to Casey. And he doesn’t deserve it. If it wasn’t for me and Ernesto, he would have been just another blood stain on the mat. He wouldn’t have that title to his credibility, and he wouldn’t be a CWF champion.

Tina Rowlings: Well, obviously there is some beef somewhere. So you feel as if you deserve the title, more than Casey. And I can understand that, but was the Singapore cane necessary.

~ Venome chuckles to himself. ~

Tina Rowlings: I mean, a simple run in would have accomplished the same thing right?

Venome: No, you’re dead wrong. Now im in his head. Not only does his head hurt from the pain after that Singapore cane went smashing into his skull not once, but twice, but it also hurts from the anger that he feels towards me. I am in his mind now…and that’s just where I want to be. The Singapore cane was all part of a plan, a plan that he will fall into. A plan for me to get the title he currently holds. And the plan is working beautifully. A Singapore cane match is right up my alley. If you knew a damn about my past, I mainly worked the hardcore circuit until I proved myself worthy enough to go higher. Well now I get a chance to do both. Kill two birds with one stone if you will. Anyways….listen, I gotta go…there’s better things I can be doing right now…like riding in my new Hummer. We will have to do this again sometime…

Tina Rowlings: Yeah, we will because I have more questions.

~ But Venome doesn’t wait to hear her response, as he is joggin to his new car. And as soon as he gets in, the wheels squeal and he’s gone. Camera fades to black. ~

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: Casey, Casey McGinnis, 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're the brand new project that just got dropped on my desk. From your last promo, 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 Casey, 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.

You go on about how if I don't have any idea of whom you are, “I'm fucked”. Well, then I must be double fucked, because not only do I not know who you are, but also I don't CARE who you are. I wouldn't kick your ass any differently if your name was Bob, or George, or Paul- quite frankly, in my opinion, it should be "Pussy", but that's a different story all together.

~ Venome turns a corner and continues to walk down a poorly lit alley. ~

Venome: Now you might call me a hypocrite, as I'm hurting your 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 Casey, 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. You wanna' talk about my first, second, and third mistake? Well forget that, let's talk about YOUR first, second, and third mistake. 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 Heat Wave.

~ 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?

Speaking of Heat Wave, how appropriate of a name for the Pay- Per- View we meet at. Cuz ya' see, you indeed will feel heat; the heat of pressure to win, the heat of exhaustion of competition, but most of all, the heat- OF DEFEAT! And oh let's not forget the "wave" in Heat Wave, because there will be a wave as well. A wave of cause and effect. Cause: you piss me off. Effect: we have a match. Cause: I win the match. Effect: you go do what you do best, cleaning up the piss off the bathroom floors or whatever it is you do to get your jollies when you're not in some phony fight club; probably composed of all children no older than the age of twelve in Scotland or Ireland or where ever the hell it is you get off to wearing a skirt. You see Casey, you may very well be able to intimidate a five foot two, 120 pound female secretary, but you sure as hell can't intimidate a seven foot two, 320 pound giant and furthermore, you sure as hell can't beat him. That seven foot two monster is me. There's two kinds of people in this world- and no, not winners and losers, because that's too clean cut. I mean, look at you. You're a winner because you're the TV champ- you're a loser because you have to face a pissed off me at Heat Wave. No, no, not winners and losers- rather those who learn by example and those who learn by experience. You obviously are the latter, as you obviously have not seen what I can do to a man. I AM a weapon- but on top of that, we're going to start this match by giving me a weapon; by giving me a singapore cane?! You musta' really done something bad to piss God off, because he's got your car stuck on train tracks, and I'm a comin'! How funny it is that both kind of people, "example" and "experience" start with "ex". Then again, it's not all that funny, because even if what I just said was wrong, that would imply you learn from example (even though that's FAR from the truth) and you would STILL be what you're going to be at Heat Wave- an "ex". More specifically, I'm going to "ex" you off my list- and the face of the earth if security doesn’t find a way to separate us even after the match.

But back to the subject of your paycheck. As I said before, I'm sure you don't actually read the thing, but if you knew how to read, or had someone read it to you, you'd notice that you receive a fifteen percent BOUNS for being the CWF Television Champion- a bonus you did not EARN, rather was . . . pushed into your court so to speak. Unfortunately, the only "court" you're in now is the jester's court, because the joke will be on your when I Poisen Shot your goofy ass through the ring. I WILL hurt you- don’t question that; question how long it’ll take for me to get tired of doing it instead. You can go on for hours, days, months years- it doesn't matter how long you go on! It doesn’t matter how ong you go on about you “deserved” that win. The fact of the matter is if I was not there, you wouldn't be Television champ, but that's OK, Casey, that's OK. Because come Heat Wave, it's me and you one on one, with only ONE spontaneous factor, the Singapore cane. And with what I plan to do with it and where I plan to put it, not even it will be a factor for all that long. Because you see, we can have ALL the factors in the world, but time and time it again, it will ALWAYS come back to the same factor. Do you know what that factor is Casey? Your substandard performance level, or in common terms- you suck!

~ Venome walks up to a rusty steel door of a red brick building in the alley and bangs loudly three times. ~

Venome: So before I leave you Casey, I leave you with this thought. Granted, you don't have many medical files and you haven't suffered many injuries. That's good, because it implies you're one tough son- of- a- bitch, but that's bad because that means you're not used to pain and when you finally do experience it, it will be so great, you won't know how to do anything but whittle in a corner and hope it ends. So Casey, what are you going to do when my green venome slowly creeps up every vein, artery, and capillary you have; smothering your heart, suffocating your lungs; literally squeezing you to death?! What are you going to do when the pain is so great, you cannot scream, but you've sweat so much, you have no liquids; no tears to shed?! What are you going to do when the pain is so great, that you're paralyzed, not from the waist down, not from the neck down, but all over?! What are you going to do when it hurts to speak, when it hurts to breathe, when it hurts to live?! I'll tell you! I'll tell you what you're GOING to do!! You're going to feel the Poisen Shot; that’s EXACTLY what you’re going to do, OH YOU SURE AS HELL WILL, SO HELP YOU GOD!!

~ Ernesto Extacy opens the door and lets Venome in as the camera fades out. ~

Tina Rowlings: Venome! Where have you been? I was told to do an interview with you. Can we…

Venome: …Well, well, well. Long time no see, from me huh? Not since….about a month ago. But where have I been? Where have you been, I keep getting interviewd by random camera guys. Where was I? Well, my little fans of CWF, I was training, I was thinking, and I was planning. My next steps, my next moves, my next goals. I was thinking, about my victory over Casey McGinnis. I thought, you know….we both got something out of that match. I got a victory and a title. And Casey, he got a slap of reality, which ‘oughta do him good.

Casey felt that he was going out on top. Casey decided in his mind that he would win and it would be over and everything and everybody would move on. Well, that is true, we are moving on. But Casey, you didn’t win that match; you went in there with your head in the clouds, drowned in your own arrogance, and with the belief that your victory was moments away. But when you left, you went with your head slammed into reality, you’re back aching and your dream shot to hell. You went in there thinking you were the god of them all, and left feeling like the dog that you are. And you know what is Ironic? We are moving on….into the CWF record books. Too bad your championship reign will be known as the shortest in the history of the CWF.

~ venome stops to laugh at his own pun, before continuing. ~

Tina Rowlings: Now what about your upcoming match with Moshman? Will he be….

~She quits talking, as Venome is giving her a mean looking stare, right into her eyes.~

Venome:…anyways, even though I have never seen him compete before, I never underestimate my matches. So I have been training day-in and day-out. And I am one-hundred percent prepared for Stampede night. And I have a feeling the odds are with me. Why? Because hes made me mad, hes made me angry. He put down my up bringing into this career choice. I made my start giving it all I had in these hardcore matches. Im not a masochist, and I am not a mental freek. I fought in those matchs because I have one skill I have always been great at. Beating the shit out of anybody, with anything I can find. I enjoyed turning simple matches into Battle Grounds. Turning the ring into a place where the sane stay away from. And the coward fear.

It almost came to the point where I was cherishing a hard fought hardcore match win, over any heavyweight title win. I would gladly put my career on the line in a match that many would remember as a vivid realization over a match that would only be remembered as a statistic. People don’t say “oh remember when so-and-so fought so-and-so for the title, in a regular match.” They say “remember when so-and-so beat the shit out of so-and-so with all those weapons in that sick ass match with all the blood and pain”. I didn’t want to be remembered for being a good normal everyday wrestler. I wanted to be remembered for what I was willing to risk to get my hands on hardcore glory. And I have risked a lot. There are thousands upon thousands who can become a Heavyweight champion. It takes training, and patience. But it’s that special breed that goes for what is just out of there reach. It’s a special breed that not only trains, and has patience, but also is mentally fit, and has a huge tolerance for pain.

~ Missy digs in the pocket of venoms Trench coat, and pulls out a dollar. She runs off to the background of the camera shot. ~

Venome: And that’s what my goal was, for 4 years. I fought my way to the top of the hardcore circuit in the Indies and pros all over the place. Beating some of the better out there, and getting my ass handed to me by some of the best. And through my loss’s I learned to take more pain, I learned to push it into the back of my mind, and worry more about kicking their ass, rather than getting mine kicked. And once you have reached that level, there is no turning back. My adrenaline goes into overdrive when I have an opportunity like that. An opportunity to make blood spill from another, an opportunity to possibly end another’s career, and all for a title? No, for the enjoyment to know that I am passing on the ass whopens that I received when I was new. I am teaching a new breed by everyman I make bleed. It’s a theory that I stick with to this day. And this Saturday, I will help Moshman understand. I will help him learn the art of war, and the pain to my game….

~We can see Missy kicking the Candy machine unto wich she put the dollar in, in the background. ~

Venome: …….hun?....could ya quit for a minute?......Damn……

Anyways, Mosh Man, think of me as a teacher. That’s all I am. You dis my hardcore ways? Well, boy-o, this may not be a hardcore match. But I cant promise you I wont hit you with something besides myself. You’ve pushed me off the edge….its like being told not to eat with your hands. It makes you want to do it even more, dosent it? Well, boy, you basically just told me not to play with Kendo Sticks…..

~ Venome walks to the back where Missy is waiting patiently. ~

Missy: It ate my dollar….

Venome:…..MY dollar……hold on….

~ Venome smashes his hand through the machine and pulls it back out. ~

Venome: There, take what you want…..

~ The Camera fades to black. ~ /body>