(The fans sit in there sits half way through a DWA house show, they have there food and are looking forward to the next match suddenly the Titantron flickers and a Handheld TV can be seen resting on a chair the image is off the Interview by Leech, the camera pans out to see Eddie kneeling in front of it watching the screen closely, the interview stops and Eddie stands to his feet, he turns around to where the camera can now see a hot dog stand, he picks up a Ketchup bottle before looking at the camera.)

Eddie:
Ketchup, Leech that was hardly original you silly arse but informative, you see I have now been shown the light, why should I sit in a dark room and cover the carnage that I cause when I kill camera man after camera man, why should I eat in private when I could show you all the sickening actions that I love so much.

Yes mummy we are now feuding, what, SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID SLUT THIS ISNT FOR YOU TO SPEAK, DO WHAT A BITCH DOES BEST AND FUCK OFF!

Now Leech no more interruptions this is it you stupid piece of crap, this battle has just become personal, how dare you say I eat ketchup!!
That’s not even made with meat, and when it is mixed with meat it takes away the damn taste of the juices as you rip its limbs from the bone. You are such a stupid arse Leech, obviously one of these no good dumb ass’s trying to make a name for himself by risking his own life and career, well Leech if that’s really what you want to do then fine, I will fight you at the next DWA card and believe me its not going to be Pretty.
In this match, a first blood match by the way, you will be beaten, battered and shown that no matter what you do I will always do one better.
I am the King of the World you stupid fucking arse and the reason I am is because there is no contest from anyone else for my title as A GOD!

Leech answer me something, cause I am…Dying…To know, what must it feel like to have my teeth penetrate your skin ripping through muscles, tearing through your flesh, what pain must circulate through your body as the blood circulating through your body drowns my teeth and my gums, tell me Leech what must it feel like to be covered in your own blood, that gorgeous luscious liquid, the sweet taste of your bone and limb.

Anyway Leech come the next DWA card you will be able to answer that question, and answer from personal experience, cause I am not going to kill you on our first meeting, no, I am going to make you feel pain in the greatest sense, and I am going to make sure you die a slow, agonising, painful death.

………. ………..MUMMY….MUMMY…MUMMY, SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU NO GOOD TWO BIT WHORE, LEARN FROM YOUR MISTAKES BEFORE I BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU, DO YOU WANT TO DIE YOU SLUT, DO YOU WANT TO DIE!!?!!!

NOW LEECH THIS IS IT, WE ARE FUCKING GOING TO HAVE THIS OUT FIRST BLOOD, I WANT TO SEE THE LIQUID FROM YOUR VEINS POURING DOWN YOUR FACE AND OVER YOUR BODY, I WANT TO BE ABLE TO TASTE IT, TO TASTE YOU AND WHEN I DO, ILL BE COMING BACK FOR SECOND SERVINGS, ONE…YOU WON’T SURVIVE!

Now Leech make this clear you are just a distraction from my main objective, Dragon is my target, my mission, I want his blood flesh and bones smothering my mouth being ripped apart by my teeth and sooner or later I will have that wish, but for now Leech I deal with you, I deal with your raving mad suggestions that I would ruin a decent meal with a substance such as ketchup and I deal with your warnings of using Mustard.

(He puts the ketchup down before walking back to the TV Screen that showing Leech’s debut match in the DWA, he wins easily against some newcomer, suddenly Eddies eyes twitch and he turns away from the camera.)

I MEAN WHAT THE HELL WHERE YOU THINKING, YOU STUPID FUCKING NUTCASE, TAKE ADVICE FROM A SAIN BASTARD LIKE ME AND FUCKING USE BLEACH ON THE DISHES THAT FAIRY LIQUID SHIT IS TO FUCKING WEAK YOUS STUPID BITCH MOTHER!

I AM GOD FOR FUCK SAKE, I AM FUCKING GOD, DO NOT STAND IN MY WAY, AND DO NOT MESS WITH ME, I AM THE SUPREME BEING, THE MOST POWERFUL FIGURE, IN THE WORLD!

Leech…..Come the next DWA Card, be ready to face the beginning of the end, be ready to face your dooms day, the same very day you fell face first into a pool of your own blood against the one, the only, Eddie Mother Fucking Vines.

(Suddenly he pulls a razor blade from his attire and cuts a gash across his wrist before dripping it all over the TV screen that is focused on Leech, suddenly in a fit of rage he throws the TV across the room smashing it to bits before booting the hot dog vender and ripping it apart.)