::The scene opens. Kold Blood is shown, sitting amongst the EHW crew, moving around anxiously - hurrying before their holiday vacation(s). Kold Blood still sitting amongst the crew, on some used, but fully weight-supportive boxes. Kold Blood brushes his hand through his hair, in what seems to be a stressful manner::
Kold Blood: Christmas!!.. What's so great about CHRISTMAS anyway?! Everybody takes their time off, and too busy for anything. Wrapping presents anxiously, stuffing stockings, finishing up their last minute Christmas shopping. I mean, what's so great about this little shing-ding called "Christmas"?! I personally don't know, and I don't really care. Not anymore. I just never got what was so damn important and great about rushing yourself to reach a set present quantity on a set date. December 25th. But, this Christmas season, I won't be searching for those last minute gift ideas. I'll be too busy preppin'-up and anxiously waiting for my Christmas date -- December 29th, 2004. Just five days short of the official Christmas date, but I'm willing to wait that little bit of time out. I get the biggest gift of all this year -- Desire AND Sean R. Bartlett, what a gift! So, the way I see it, and I see it clearly -- Desire, Bartlett, with their blood spread all over the canvas. Heh heh, it's my way of spreading the Christmas spirit. But, the way it looks already, Desire and Bartlett may have already backed out of their little handicapped-match with yours truly. But, can I blame them? No.. CAN YOU BLAME THEM?! I really can't.. it's just plain street smarts for them. They know, deep inside of their pathetic, little minds what Kold Blood is made of. They KNOW what's in store for them at that special Wednesday-edition of Slaughter. Everybody knows.
So, the question is -- what is that dynamic duo to do? They thought they had the clean advantage due to the fact that it's two men, or one man and a woman trying to survive in a man's world over one single competitor, who can just as easily end any chances of oxygen entering and exiting both of their lungs. What I find funny though, is that both of my oppositions, who are supposed to be the world's greatest, especially in the minds of Olympus, haven't even spoken up a word. They haven't muttered a single word to Kold Blood, not on camera, nor off. It makes you think, is there fear installed inside both of their minds? Are they just too scared to even show up at Slaughter next week? It really makes you think. But, I must go on because either they show or they don't. But, don't get it wrong, because Kold Blood will be down there, waiting.. just WAITING for Desire and Bartlett's fate to get handed to them by the one and only. Williams has his time of glory as well with Innovator and Lightning, the two men who myself and Blackhardt were to destroy to advance into the Tag Team Championship Tournament. But, once again -- another backing out. They got while the gettin' was good, much like Desire and Bartlett have. I'm thinking of just saying a few nasty words, and just picking up the voluntary quitting win, due to my competition has left, and gotten outta sight. I am currently 0-0, with nothing to show for it. I put effort in, but to no surprise, my opponents just give up. When is the EHW gonna supply Kold Blood with a decent set of opponents?
::Kold Blood jumps up quickly and slams the boxes he was sitting upon across the hallway. He starts flipping out, flipping tables set-up. Enraged; Kold Blood continues::
When! WHEN! I'm so sick and tired of having to accept these default wins because my opponents are too scared-shitless to even show up for the event! Am I that intimidating?! Whatever happened to people's confidence and strengths?! Assasin gone! You never hear from Trauma anymore! Reddz out! Blackhardt out! And I thought for a second that Desire still had those brass balls that were indestructable! But, that all turned around on me again. It's almost like a gift and a curse. It benefits me if I just wanna relax and have a good time, but on the other hand. On the other hand.. What if I just want to have myself a good fight? What if I wanna fight? I can't because whoever even takes a glance at my general direction, fear strikes deep. And what is Kold Blood to do? Take the default win? Take the benefit of the doubt?! That I'm unstoppable? That's not how it's supposed to be! It's supposed to be different.. I'm supposed to fight my way back up! Not by having it handed directly to me on a silver platter! That's everyone else's formality of working around here! NOT MINE!! What happened to competition around here?! It really seems that EHW has truly died down, ever since Kold Blood took his leave out. And things will never be the same. They can't go back to the way they were. Where I truly found it challenging to even step into the ring against people.. People like DarkFunker. People like.. Reddz.
But, no -- people are too concerned with their health. With their personal health and condition, that they can't even defend themselves anymore. They just take a look at who's challenging them, and take a step back. And hell, if they have a title of some sort, they just hand it off to that next person. It sickens me! DESIRE!!.. BARTLETT!!! Next Wednesday, it's a Judgment Day for the both of you. It'll be time, that Kold Blood actually drags your two gutless, fear-strucken, pathetic asses down to that ring, and show you what real pain is. Show you why you're scared.. show you exactly why you're two scared to even think of the first word to say to Kold Blood. You hear my name, and you just shake in your own stance.. you can't stand the fact that Kold Blood has never been officially defeated. I've never been pinned, or caused to tap out. I've never, EVER been knocked out.. look at the history. I was beaten once, and I wasn't even the one who was pinned, it was my ex-tag-team-partner who took the fall. So, the way the two of you see it, is that it's hopeless. It's hopeless to even step into that EHW Slaughter ring with Kold Blood. The two of you know that even a team of two can't take down Kold Blood for a clean victory, or even a dirty victory. The both of you realize that you don't want your reputation to go Below Freezing. You know that if you step into that ring, and when I beat the both of you senseless, you know that everyone will just look down upon you. That even as a team, you couldn't take down one man.
::Kold Blood just smiles, with an evil grin. He slams his hands against the far wall, and leans his head in. He begins slamming his head against the concrete wall, busting his head wide open::
Call me crazy! Go ahead, call me crazy! Because that's merely a compliment at this point! I'm ready for Slaughter to go down! And despite my cowardly opponents, I will be there! I will be ready with bare, flush-white knuckles, ready to release all of my tension on the first person, or persons that walk through that curtain next! And suspend me, K-Bomb.. I don't care. Desire, Bartlett -- be there. Because even if you don't show up at Slaughter, I will find you eventually. Maybe not right away, but when I do -- I will be ready. With anything in my hands to put you on the shelf!
::Yet another anxious EHW worker, struggling to get things done, bumps into Kold Blood. Kold Blood, enraged.. turns around fast. He takes a look at the worker, and starts to breathe heavier::
.. I.. I.. I'm sorry, Mister K-Ko..
What?! You're sorry?! YOU'RE SORRY?!
Y-Y-Yes.. Please. Pleease.. I just wanna get home to my f-f-fammily..
What's that Desire? You just wanna get home to your family? Is that why you're too scared to even confront me?!
Kold Blood! I'm just a worker.. I just set-up the rings, and I set-up the lights.. I'm not who you think I am!
::Kold Blood kicks the worker and picks him up into a powerbomb. Kold Blood drops the innocent worker through a catering table. Kold Blood starts to stomp the worker now, and picks him up. Kold Blood slams him up against a wall, and starts to choke the life out of him. But, another worker hurries over and punches Kold Blood in the back of the head. Kold Blood slowly turns around::
Oh! BARTLETT! So nice of you to show!
NO! NO! I'm not..
::Kold Blood picks up the other worker and slams him down. Kold Blood picks up a steel chair and slams it across the man's face. Leaving a bloody mess of the two workers, still stomping the both of them. He then spits on them and takes a few steps aside from the mess::
That's ONLY the beginning. Wait till Slaughter! Like I said.. I'm sick and tired of this BULLSHIT! Slaughter.. you will see the monster come out to play! And both Desire and Bartlett will go further than just BELOW ZERO!! See you at Slaughter!!..
::Kold Blood steps over the two men, known as "Desire" and "Sean R. Bartlett". He smiles and gives them both one last stiff kick to the ribs, sending them coughing, gasping for air. The scene fades to black::
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