[Fuel for Hatred]
"Things are not always the way they seem."

Hatred; noun
Prejudiced hostility or animosity.

.:The cameras open up on your average digital alarm clock. We can see that this alarm clock looks just like your average hotel alarm clock and it rests on a small brown dresser. The time on the alarm clock reads 11:59 and as the cameras pan backwards to catch a full glimpse of this room, the time switches from 11:59 a.m, to 12 o’clock p.m. But as we are panning backwards and as we are looking at the current time in Las Vegas, we can also hear that someone has also set the digital alarm clock to ring at this time. The annoying…ever ending beeping that wakes up people all across the globe is heard…once again…but as we finally get a full picture of the scenery, a hand reaches across the small brown dresser, feels around for a button on the digital alarm clock, and in one swift motion slaps down hard on the snooze button. The hand then makes it way back to its intended position and as it does we track the hand to see whom it belongs to. After panning back from the alarm clock several hundred feet we can see that the hand belongs to none other than…you guessed it correctly…Marcus Menace. But instead of the alarm clock going off to wake Marcus Menace, the menace to society himself has already found himself to be awaked already. Marcus is relaxing on the top of his big king sized mattress wearing a pair of blue shorts, a white tank top…or wife beater as some like to call it…and a pair of white socks. Menace sits and enjoys the television as he spins around to his left to check out the current time. The time still reads 12 o’clock and as Marcus Menace reaches out of his bed to complete whatever errand he is about to run…there is a knock at the door of his hotel. Marcus…who now is already out of the bed…drops his remote on the front of the bed and hurries to the door like a lab rat in a laboratory in an attempt to keep his would be guest from waiting. Marcus finally reaches the door and peers through the peephole in the center of the door. He then opens the door, and to no surprise standing at the front are Jennifer Watson and her camera crew. Marcus Menace lets them in with ease and then proceeds to make himself comfortable and ready for the interview by sitting in a chair nearby. Jennifer’s camera crew sets up and gets themselves prepared for the upcoming interview as we can see that Jennifer Watson is dressed to kill…as always. No time is wasted at all as Jennifer looks over her notepad and goes to sit at the edge of Marcus Menace’s bed.:

Jennifer Watson: And…here we are once again…for the fourth time in about a month. Hello, those out there, I’m Jennifer Watson with Pro Wrestling Weekly and…..

.:Marcus Menace clears his throat and then puts his hand up, cutting off Jennifer Watson in the process.:

Marcus Menace: Could we speed this shit up a bit?….. I have a long day ahead of me.

Jennifer Watson: Sure, we could do that.

Marcus Menace: Alrighty then.

Jennifer Watson: Well, Marcus Menace, how are things going for you today?

Marcus Menace: Things are going pretty well for me…no doubt about it. I can’t complain…not yet…of course. How are you today, Jennifer?

Jennifer Watson: I’m fine. Thank you.

Marcus Menace: (Murmuring) That you sure are.

Jennifer Watson: Excuse me?…did you say something?

Marcus Menace: Nah, I said the city looks good from afar.

Jennifer Watson: Oh…yeah. It really does. It’s a perfect view of the city.

Marcus Menace: Well…I could not have it any other way.

Jennifer Watson: Yeah…anyway…moving on…Marcus, last Wednesday Night on Wild, we all saw you make your return back to the Chaos Heat Zone. But, it was not in something like what we would normally see. Normally, you would see returns on interference…or something in that nature…but you didn’t take that route. Instead, you were caught in a little bit of a confrontation with the Chaos Heat Zone Alpha Champion Brian Hulin, in which prompted him to include you into his “Pits of Hell” contest at Doomsday this Wednesday night.

Marcus Menace: Yeah?

Jennifer Watson: So, Marcus, with that news in tact, how does it feel returning after Sins of Summer four and competing in your first match back?…not only that…but competing in the Chaos Heat Zone’s first ever Pits of Hell match. How can you cope…or prepare…with such barbaric and brutal stipulations at hand?

Marcus Menace: Jennifer, leave the preparation for this match up to me. I will have that situated in due time. In the meantime, Jennifer, I just need to set something straight for a moment. I just…want to set the record straight for a moment here…and clear a few things up.

Jennifer Watson: Please…proceed. The floor is all yours.

Marcus Menace: At Sins of Summer four, I came here to Vegas…and I walked out there in front of the thousands of Chaos Heat Zone fans and came with a main purpose. I went downstairs to the Mirage and I geared up to face Edward Hall…in a match that was supposed to be a no brainer. I went into that match believing that I was going to do nothing but bring the pain. Bring the pain is exactly what I did…but honestly…I had Edward Hall beat. I had Edward in the palm of my hand…in my grasp…and he was under my control. Edward Hall was down for the count at Sins of Summer four…but you know something, Jennifer…there was something that happened there…something that happened there…that should have not happened. What happened was that I let my ego get the best of me. I let the bright lights, the fame of being in the fans’ eye once again…and let the adrenaline rush from the energy of the crowd…all go to my head…and that is why I lost. There was NO way that I should have lost that match but…I did. But all I can do now is take the loss on my hands…get my clothes a little bit dirty…and learn from the mistake. But Edward Hall…if you happen to be by any chance…watching me here today…let’s get something perfectly clear. At Sins of Summer, you did exactly what any normal man would do. You took advantage of the situation. You took the negative of me…beating your ass senseless…and you spun it around into a positive. Another negative, Jennifer?…..the main negative was my ego. My ego and my arrogance was the key reason I lost. No…it was the main reason why I lost. Edward Hall had revealed all of his weaknesses to me at Sins of Summer four…and I exploited each…and every since one of them, Jennifer. But I realize that I made a terrible mistake. I realize that the five or ten minutes that we were fighting…and giving it our all meant nothing. I know it means nothing in the end because…in this business, what it all comes down to are those final three seconds. The final three seconds that can make you the superstar that you are today…or make you that individual collecting food stamps. The three seconds in where the referee goes…and he counts………

.:Menace raises his index finger on his left hand.:

Marcus Menace: One…..

.:Marcus then raises his middle finger, signaling for the number two.:

Marcus Menace: Two…..

.:Marcus Menace raises his ring finger…giving the three.:

Marcus Menace: Three…..

.:Marcus Menace then places his hands back in the place where they previously were and continues…..

Marcus Menace: The 1…2…3. The uno…dos…tres. Jennifer, it does not matter which language you say it in…or whichever way you may want to spit it…or shout it out. The fact that remains is that those last three seconds will always be the most crucial in any sort of competition such as this. But due to my arrogance, I was unable to see it coming. Jennifer, it was a head on collision that happened…but I won’t cry and moan. I won’t bitch about it. All I will do is just take the loss with a grain of salt and move on…knowing the truth of the matter. The truth of the matter being…that Edward Hall…cannot…will not…and never will defeat Marcus Menace again. Only Marcus Menace can defeat Marcus Menace and that…is what happened on that night. CHZ Management could throw Edward Hall at me on any given day…or night…of the week and I’m so confident in my abilities…that I will come out and get the f(bleep)ing job done. Whether the day is today…or tomorrow…Halloween…or…Christmas…it just does not matter to me. I know I can beat Edward Hall and when the time comes…I will prove it to you. So, all in all, that match is not something that catches me staying up late at night.

.:Marcus Menace stops speaking and just before Jennifer Watson tunes in to get ready and ask her next question, Menace chimes in.:

Marcus Menace: And…Jen…you want to know where exactly do I stand with my Pits of Hell match with K.K Keyali, Tommy Manson and Brian Hulin?

Jennifer Watson: You would…be correct.

Marcus Menace: Well, Jennifer, there are a lot more to this match then what you may think…but I am not talking about the Chaos Heat Zone’s Alpha Championship…either. But Jennifer, if you don’t mind, I would like to take a detour from my match for a moment. For the moment, I am going to step away from talking about one of the biggest matches…or if not the…biggest match that could…redefine my career…once again. No. Instead, I want to address the people…all of the naysayers…who thought and believed I was finished after losing to Edward Hall. Now, don’t get me wrong, we all know where I stand on this match and that matter is dropped…but there are some that may be led to believe that I was a sore loser…and that maybe I decided to take a break because of it. First of all…for all of you naysayers…that was not even any of my intentions. I mean, that thought never even came across my mind…when I think about it to be honest with you, Jennifer. You see, sometimes, you get so wrapped up…and caught up in everything, it feels like a roller coaster ride. You feel as if you are taking on the world…head on…and headstrong. If you could remember, Jennifer, I was just returning from my home away from home in Phoenix, Arizona, I had disposed of Inferno…and quite frankly…felt that I was on the top of my game again. I felt even when I was competing with Edward Hall, that I was at the top of my game again. But then you see, I have also seen that scenario all too many times before. You see someone return from their injury and has a successful debut…only to lose the rest of the way and never be seen…or heard from…again. It is either that…or they reinjure themselves again shortly thereafter…where it’s at the point where you want to call it quits. Personally…I call that the Ken Griffey Jr. syndrome. Jennifer, that was not me. So, shortly after losing to Edward Hall, I had to get off of my high horse. I had to get the hell off of this roller coaster ride that was doing me so good…but had to come and face the facts. Jennifer, I had to do what so few has even dared to do…and that is fact the reality. Before I wrestled in those two matches…I was rusty as a pipe!…I had to get some matches under my belt and shake off this rust that I had. So, after Sins of Summer, I pitched the idea to management for me to work off any rust I had and to get me back in shape and they agreed with it. Jennifer, what I had to do what was the right thing…and the thing that everyone should be doing nowadays. I had to look at myself in the mirror and put all of the bullshit aside. I had to step up…be a man…dig deep and ignore the fans. Ignore what the raving reviews were saying about me. I had to block everything out…ignore everything…and focus on being me. I had to focus on the reason of why I am doing this again. The reason why I am wrestling again. I’m not doing this for the fans. I’m not doing this to put on a show for them…I’m doing this for me. Sure, the reaction that I received in Phoenix was great. Matter of fact, Jennifer, that reaction was priceless. A reaction in which…I would not trade for anything…but the reaction of the fans don’t do you any good in the long run. At the end of the day, you have got to sit down…think it through…and realize that what the fans say and do to you at the arena…means nothing…when you come home…or when you go back to the hotel. Tommy Manson says that the fans are his life. That …without the fans he would be nothing. But, Tommy, listen up. Listen to the man who has been around the block more times than you will ever know. Listen to the man who has been betrayed by the same fans that you worship. Tommy, what do you do when the exact same fans that you love…show support for and display a show for…each and every single damn week…finally say that they have had enough and finally…turn their back against you?…..Tommy Manson, what do you say when the fans look at you when you are down…and in your darkest hour and won’t help you up. But instead, only stare down at you while you are looking up at their feet…and spit at you…shout obscenities and laugh at you?…what is your excuse for if…no…when that happens?…”oh, I’m sorry for trusting the fans?”…No, Tommy. That is not the way to go. Trusting the fans does not give you dignity. No. Trusting the fans does not grant you your pride. No. And trusting the fans for damn sure does not give you the things in life that you need the most. Instead Tommy, trusting the fans only grants you with four things. Grief, sorrow, turmoil…and despair. But Tommy, I do not say this to frighten you. This is not a message of me trying to tell how to do things in your free time. No…no. This is not me trying to invade your personal life…or trying to bully you into trying to see things the way that I see them. But Tommy…take it from a veteran…it is the truth. You will get too attached to the fans…and then they will bend you over a chair and f(bleep)k you ten times hard. Is that what you really want?…..Is that what you want to face in your future?…..Tommy, I say get out now…while the going is good. While you still have your money. While you still have your future in tact. I say get out while life is treating you perfect…because if you don’t…and you sit around and wait…you will never know when they will get you…and that is the real frightening part.

.:Marcus Menace smiles at Jennifer.:

Marcus Menace: And…that is the reason why I took some time off. There was so sorry excuse. There was no serious injury that I sustained…and I know for one thing…that I am not a sore loser. I took time off so that I could come back here…regroup…train and collect myself once again so that I could return back to the Chaos Heat Zone and back to my reality. But Jennifer, I want to take another road here for a second. I want to elaborate a bit more on what I said earlier. The reason I have chosen to do this is not for the fans. The fans that show up in attendance every week do not pay my bills. The fans do not pay for my car note. The fans did not support me through my various injuries..and when I needed them the most. The fans did not give me a wonderful wife and a beautiful child. I do all of that. (Beats his chest with his right hand) That was me. Me. I do all of that. But what the fans do not do anything but give me a headache and cause me havoc. The fans have never changed their opinions about me ever since 2000…but then again…I do not thrive on what others think of me. You see, Jennifer, I could care less what others believe. I could care less what others say of me…because I know…that if I call them up on it…they will not say anything. Nevertheless, these facts are what Tommy needs to figure out. He needs to figure out and come to the conclusion that adrenaline is not a good feeling to have. Adrenaline is nothing…but a drug. A harmful drug, at that. Taking adrenaline leads to such other side effects…such as career suicide…and Tommy…you are clearly on a heavy dose of it. So, come on, the fire is blazing. Why not jump in the fire?

.:Marcus Menace shrugs.:

Marcus Menace: …But on a serious note…and I don’t mean to beat a dead horse here but…I don’t do this for the fans. I do not do this to please anyone. I do this so that I can provide for my family. I do this so that I can actually have a car to drive me to work…and to whatever desired destination that I please. I do this so that I can put food on the table and a roof over my family’s head. And yes, on occasion, I will try to donate to the less fortune…and hell…why do I do it?…because it is the right thing to do. Jennifer as you may not noticed…or have heard in the past…I am a man of strict business. What I do is…strictly…business. Jennifer, I am a man who lives by the saying of “leadership…by example” and I believe I do exactly that. I lead…by example. So, if there are any young men and women out there who are a little misguided…who do not know who their roles models are…or what their ambitions in life are…then you might want to look no further…than to look at Marcus Menace. If there is anyone that you want to imitate…you imitate me. You look at me…and how I speak the truth…and with so much confidence and…you can idolize that…because the fact of the matter is…you will never find another individual such as myself. But, back to the matter at hand. That, Jennifer, when it is all said and done…and when the smoke is clear…when I plug in the timesheet and go home for the night…I do this for only one person and that one person…is…Gloria. There is nothing much more to be said…because that is the only reason why I do this. Nothing more…and nothing less.

.:Marcus Menace gets up from his seat and reaches down deep into the pockets of his shorts. He maneuvers around his pocket in search of something and then stops when he feels that he has a hold on something. Marcus then slowly slips his hand out of his pocket and reveals a small wallet size photograph of a little girl. Menace then sits back down in his chair and leans over towards the edge of the mattress where Jennifer Watson is sitting…to hand her the photo. Jennifer grabs the picture and turns it around to face her, putting her right hand on her cheek in sheer amusement of his little baby girl.:

Jennifer Watson: Aww…she is so adorable. How old is she?

Marcus Menace: She will be nine soon…I think. She has grown so much over the years; I tend to forget her age.

.:Marcus Menace chuckles and then ponders the thought of his young little daughter. Jennifer looks over the picture for a final second before handing it back to Marcus Menace.:

Jennifer Watson: Oh…right. Here’s your picture, by the way.

Marcus Menace: Okay…thank you.

.:Jennifer Watson leans over the edge of the bed and returns the picture of his daughter Gloria back to Marcus. Marcus Menace then rises out of his chair again and places the portrait of the girl back in his back pocket…before sitting back on the chair once again. Jennifer moves around on the bed a bit…to get a little comfortable…and grows a bit eager to ask Marcus the next question in the interview.:

Jennifer Watson: Well, Marcus, you never really answer my question yet.

Marcus Menace: Well, you never really gave me a chance to.

Jennifer Watson: Fair enough…we will move on…for now.

Marcus Menace: Okay…I’m willing to do that.

Jennifer Watson: Well, Marcus, you have mentioned the Chaos Heat Zone management a few times during this interview… so how has the management at the Chaos Heat Zone treated you…so far?

Marcus Menace: Well, Jennifer, the management over at the Chaos Heat Zone treat me the way I am supposed to be treated…and that’s like royalty.

.:Jennifer Watson ponders her next question…and then proceeds to ask.:

Jennifer Watson: Marcus, if you were to choose one word to describe your “Pits of Hell” match against Brain…I’m sorry…Brian Hulin, Tommy Manson…and K.K Keyali…coming up… what would that one word be?

.:At first when the question is brought upon Marcus Menace, he looks as if he has a clear cut answer right off of the bat. But before saying the answer that he has…he holds it in and thinks about what he is about to say. The pondering does not take quite long for Marcus Menace though as he reaches a verdict and messes with his goatee, placing an evil grin at her in the process. Marcus then leans in on Jennifer Watson and goes to give her an answer.:

Marcus Menace: Connection.

Jennifer Watson: (In an confused voice) Connection?

Marcus Menace: Yes, Jennifer…connection.

Jennifer Watson: I…don’t follow.

Marcus Menace: Okay then…follow me.

.:Marcus Menace rises out of his seat and throws on a white shirt that is hanging on a hook in the room nearby. He then slips on a pair of matching white tennis shoes…barefooted…goes to his hotel door and signals for Jennifer Watson and her camera crew to follow. Jennifer Watson then gets off of the bed and her camera crew and herself…are the first to exit the hotel room…with Marcus Menace not too far behind. The hotel door slowly closes by itself as Marcus Menace, Jennifer Watson and her camera crew, are instructed by the menace to society as to where to go. The trio walks down the hotel hallway and make themselves a sharp right. They then walk down this brand new hallway and make a stop midway into the hallway as they can see on their left is an open, empty elevator. They all enter the elevator and Marcus presses the button on the elevator to close the elevator doors. The doors slowly close and the elevator slowly descends. On the main floor, in the main lobby of The Mirage hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada, the cameras are set up nearby the elevators in where we hope that in due time one of the elevator doors will open and Marcus Menace, Jennifer Watson and her crew will appear. The seconds feel like hours and the hours feel like days as an innocent little ding is heard in the lobby. The elevator doors on the left side of the lobby swing open and in the elevator are Menace, Watson and the cameramen. They all file out of the elevator and several elderly couples who have just returned from gambling, all file in…and as they begin to file in, an elder woman…who looks to be in her mid to late seventies approaches Marcus Menace and Jennifer Watson and gives them her boas. The lady then enters the elevator and disappears as Watson and Menace give each other a glance of pure confusion. They then move into the center of the lobby and Marcus Menace looks around to where to go. We see then several more elder people leaving a room with several hundred dollars in their hand…and we figure out that the room that they were just leaving was the casino. They all move towards that way and enter the casino as we can see that the casino is enormous…and beautiful. In this casino however, it is sort of like a restaurant, where there is a guy waiting for you to place bets on upcoming sporting events. Marcus Menace realizes this and then nudges Jennifer over to where the desk is. The rich smell of money fills the air and the sounds of slot machines shelling out change for the elderly are heard…but gambling is not a priority of Menace’s today. Instead, they move on over to the front desk where the betting odds are placed. There is not a clerk at the desk at the moment…so…Marcus Menace and Jennifer Watson patiently wait. After several minutes, Marcus grows impatient and spots a little silver bell on the desk of the casino. Marcus leans on the desk to get pretty comfortable and then begins to slam his hand down on the bell in the need of some assistance…as if he were a child playing with it. Marcus Menace continuously rings the bell and it annoys some of the nearby players and betters. From the distance, the players and betters give him the evil eye, but Menace smiles at them and give them the finger to retaliate. Marcus then sees another player eyeing him from afar and he takes heed of it and begins tapping the bell like a person playing the drum. This continuous bell ringing and annoying of the players in the Mirage keeps happening, until suddenly, out of nowhere a clerk appears and snatches the bell away from the front desk, causing the on going ringing to cease.:

Clerk: Is there something I can help you with, sir?

Marcus Menace: It’s about time you stopped pleasuring yourself back there and assist me. Now, is this where the betting odds are placed and held?

Clerk: Yes, you would be correct, sir. Would you like to place a bet on something today?

Marcus Menace: Actually…no…I don’t.

Clerk: Okay…so what may I help you with?

Marcus Menace: Well, are you familiar with the Chaos Heat Zone?

Clark: Yes, I am. Very much so. Actually, their owner, he is a hell of a guy. I must say…he is a class act, indeed.

Marcus Menace: Yeah…yeah…whatever. I just wanted to know the betting odds that are placed on our upcoming pay-per-view…this Wednesday…Doomsday.

Clerk: I think I can help you out there. Actually, I was just reading over the final numbers out back…or what you call…”pleasuring myself”.

.:Marcus Menace looks at the guy, puts on a phony smile and pretends he finds the joke that the clerk said was funny.:

Marcus Menace: Nice going…smart-ass. Now give me the numbers, already.

Clerk: So, what match are you betting on again?

Marcus Menace: Ugh…for the second time…I am not betting.

Clerk: Why not…betting is fun.

Marcus Menace: Yeah…if you want to be broke. I’m not stupid. I know what goes on behind the scenes.

Clerk: …Sure you do.

Marcus Menace: Of course I do. Now, are you going to give me these numbers…but I have to beat them out of you?

Clerk: (Sarcastically) No…no…don’t beat me!!!!!

.:The clerk throws up his arms as if he is about to surrender and puts on a phony face as if he is scared. Marcus Menace then stares a hole through the clerk as he is going through his betting papers.:

Marcus Menace: You really don’t want your teeth, do you?

Clerk: Not really…they’re rotting anyway.

Marcus Menace: Um…okay.

Clerk: So what do you want…..(Searching through betting papers for the betting odds on CHZ Doomsday)……CHZ Doomsday. Doomsday…Doomsday…Doomsday…(The clerk pulls up a sheet that looks similar to a scorecard with a CHZ logo on it.)…got it!

Marcus Menace: Okay…good. Now give me the betting odds on my match.

Clerk: (Sarcastically) Well, I really wish I could but…God darn it…there are eight matches to choose from.

Marcus Menace: I’m Marcus Menace.

Clerk: Who the hell is Marcus Menace?

Marcus Menace: Me…you ass-muffin…now I don’t have all day.

Clerk: Who the hell is ass-muffin?

Marcus Menace: YOU!

Clerk: Ah, I see. Well, on a serious note…I just have one quick question, dude.

Marcus Menace: What the hell is it…you no name prick?

Clerk: (Clears throat) Who the hell is Marcus Menace?

.:At this point, Marcus Menace is fed up with the games played by the casino clerk. Menace then sighs, does his evil grin and then goes to punch the clerk in the face…but he stops short of the clerk’s face. Marcus Menace then holds his right fist to the clerk’s face and then moves his face to face the clerk’s face.:

Marcus Menace: Me…you idiot. Now, if you want to have those rotting teeth that are in your foul mouth…and those girly man legs that you stand on…I suggest you give me these fucking betting odds, right…now!!!

Clerk: Alright man, just chill out. I got him right here. No need to worry.

Marcus Menace: It took you long enough…so, then say them, already!

Clerk: All right…here we go. Mr. Incredible Hulk. The “Pits of Hell” match for the Chaos Heat Zone Alpha Championship on August 25th, 2004 in front of a sold out crowd in Anchorage, Alaska. The combatants in the match include…”The Zombie” Tommy Manson…K.K Keyali…”The Greatness” and the current Alpha Champion…Brian Hulin…and finally…..

Marcus Menace: GIVE IT TO ME ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!

Clerk: Gee, I just wanted to give you a good preview…but whatever. (Murmuring) He’s more grouchier than my mother.

Marcus Menace: What did you just say?!?

Clerk: I said, I miss my brother man. He’s fighting overseas and…I just miss him.

Marcus Menace: Who cares…just go on.

Clerk: Well, it says here the odds of Brian Hulin winning are 2 to 1. The odds of Tommy Manson winning are 5 to 1…and the odds of K.K Keyali winning are 10 to 1.

Marcus Menace: And what are the odds of me winning?

Clerk: Man…they aren’t too likely. The odds of you winning are 35 to 1. I’m sorry man…but it looks like your dreams of winning the CHZ Alpha Championship have just gone up in smoke. No pun intended.

.:The clerk at the front desk snickers at the thought as Marcus Menace picks his head up and snaps his head…and his focus towards the direction of the clerk who jumps in terror. Marcus Menace nods his head and then smiles at the clerk…again.:

Marcus Menace: Bastard.

Clerk: I’m sorry…the card has spoken.

Marcus Menace: So, I’ve got a 35 to 1 chance to win the match, huh?

Clerk: It appears to be that way…but damn…that is a lot to overcome.

Marcus Menace: No shit.

Clerk: And…I mean…you are going to have to defy the odds of you losing 35 to 1. That’s a tough task to do.

.:Marcus Menace looks over to the clerk once more and nods his head.:

Marcus Menace: I know. But…I got what I wanted. Come on, Jennifer, let’s go and finish off this interview.

.:Marcus Menace throws his head sideways to the door in a motion that means for the them to exit it and Jennifer cooperates. Just like before when the trio were upstairs, Marcus holds the door open for Jennifer and her cameramen as they make their way to the lobby. Marcus Menace meets Jennifer there and when they do, they walk to where the elevators are and wait as the arrow on the top of the elevator points down with the letter L next to it. A ding is heard in the lobby and just like before, several elderly people file out of the elevator and into the casino area as Marcus Menace, Jennifer and the cameramen all file in. Jennifer Watson then fixes her hair and presses the button to close the elevator and they are off…again. The cameras switch to in front of the elevator on the floor of where Marcus Menace’s hotel room is and…..the wait for the trio is very brief as they reach the floor very quickly. They do their normal activities and walk down the hallway and make a left when they reach the end of the hallway. They then walk down the hallway a bit more and finally reach the hotel room of Marcus Menace. Marcus Menace reaches into the pockets of his shorts, pulls out the key card for his hotel room and swipes it through with success. Jennifer Watson, Marcus Menace and the cameramen enter the room and regain the positions they had before making the trip down to the casino. Jennifer Watson places herself on Marcus Menace’s bed and makes herself comfortable…as she proceeds to place the finishing touches on the interview.:

Jennifer Watson: Well, Marcus, we just found out that the odds of you winning your “Pits of Hell” match are now 35 to 1. How do you feel after hearing the news that the odds of you winning your match…are not in your favor…and are very slim?

Marcus Menace: You want to know how I feel after hearing that the odds of me winning the CHZ Alpha Championship…is 35..to 1?…you want to know how I feel?

Jennifer Watson: Yes…I would like to know.

Marcus Menace: Well…at first it came as a surprise. I felt a bit hurt, really…I did. But just like with everything else in life, you take it for what it is worth and move on. I’m not putting the odds past me…but I am not fazed one bit by it either. I am not fazed because there have been so many times in my career where I was not the odds on favorite. Matter of fact, in my entire career, I have not been an odds on favorite to win. Even as a world champion, I was never a favorite to win. The people have always been looking for someone to tip their hat on. You see, this is why I continue to do what I do. It is all because of this. Jennifer, I could care less if the odds were 35 or 350 to 1…I am sure I could overcome it. And…what it truly is…is what I am driven by. Jennifer, I am driven by a much bigger thing then fate. I am driven by more than just my destiny. I am driven by my passion and my desire for the business. Jennifer, I live…eat…sleep and bleed this business. It does not matter…Monday through Sunday…you could find me in some capacity or another, inside of a wrestling ring. Jennifer, you could feel my desire when you watch me wrestle. You can watch me cut a promo such as this one and you can feel my desire. You can feel my determination to reach the promised land once again. Jennifer, you need to feel my desire! And you see…the fans have always been looking for that someone who can always come through in the clutch…and get the job done with ease. That is why the many people in Phoenix stepped out of their shadows and paid their hard earned money to cheer and rally on the shoulders of Inferno. They saw something in Inferno…some sort of ability that he could bring to the table that could defeat me. But damn, can someone tell me what ability that is?…and if he has it…then where was it when I fought him?…see, Jennifer…it has always been an uphill battle for me…but I know that I can win it…no matter what anyone says. No matter how many people want to come to the arena to cheer for me…or show up to heckle and see my downfall. See, Jennifer, which is something I will never let the fans witness. I will never let them witness my downfall. They wanted to see me fall with Inferno…but that did not occur…now did it?

Jennifer Watson: No…it certainly didn’t.

Marcus Menace: …Exactly. Now I never really wanted to look back at the match again…but have you noticed where Inferno has been ever since I defeated him?…the guy has never been the same. It’s a shame, really, someone who I thought was talented…just fell off the map. Hell, I even hear through the grapevine that Inferno might be sent to the same mental institution that Sean Andretti is in. And hey, you never know. Maybe Inferno could tell Andretti all of the stories where he’s getting beat up by yours truly…or better yet, maybe he could share with Andretti this brand new downward spiral that he is in. (Chuckles) See, Inferno, I told you that this would happen this way. But then again…there is no stopping what I like to call…the Mike Tyson Effect.

.:Marcus Menace shrugs at Jennifer Watson.:

Marcus Menace: What can you do?

Jennifer Watson: Could you please explain to the fans at home, what it is like being a superstar of the Chaos Heat Zone…and what it takes to be where you are at?

Marcus Menace: Sure. To become one of us…or just to become a wrestler in general…you have to want to succeed. You have to have a want for this business and a desire. Granted, being at my age and fighting some of the younger…but more inexperienced guys can be tough…but it is all worth it in the end. To survive in this business, you need to set yourself a list of goals. Goals that are reachable…but goals that you know you can accomplish. You should be able to set goals for yourself that may benefit you for the long-term…or on goals that can benefit you in the short term. Sure, the roar of the crowd is enough to make you go crazy inside…but you should stay focused and on task with your goals. And…sure, we all want to reach the unreachable star…because it is a long-term goal in all of us. But sometimes you have to…once again…face your reality. We all want to be World Champion someday…but the World Championship is made for some…and then again, it is not made for some. But when you are also approaching this business, you are going to have to make sacrifices. Sacrifices, which will pay dividends once you gain the grand prize. See, Jennifer, I knew of all the sacrifices that I made when I signed on the dotted line to enter into the Chaos Heat Zone…and at CHZ Doomsday, I am going to find out if my sacrifices have actually paid off.

Jennifer Watson: Staying on topic here…..you said earlier that one word to describe your upcoming match is…connection. Can you care to give us a little more insight…on what you are talking about?

Marcus Menace: Sure…..

.:Marcus Menace gets out from his seat and takes off his white shirt and his white tennis shoes to reveal a gorgeous body, killer tattoos and some smelly feet.:

Marcus Menace: Connection…connection…connection. Jennifer, it is quite funny…how this entire match has such a fine connection. See, listen here...I defeated Inferno…but so did Brian Hulin. Coincidence?…no…just pure talent. But then you take a look someone like Tommy Manson…a man who also defeated Inferno. When I took a look back at the tapes of what both men said…I was blown away. I’m thinking…whoa!…and why is that?…because they were going at each others throats…and about the same exact things that Inferno and me were going at it about. But another connection…is the connection with K.K Keyali and Brian Hulin. Yes…see, Brian Hulin decided to enter himself in a little tournament several months ago…and who did he cross paths with?…he crossed paths with Adam Law. Coincidentally, K.K Keyali apparently shows up on the scene from XWF…the fed where Adam is. And…shit…not only that, but they just so happen to be friends.

.:Marcus Menace grins and then sits down in his chair as he crosses his legs.:

Marcus Menace: Seriously…it’s time for me to cut all of the bullshit. Yes, there is a connection. Yes, it is quite weird when you take a real good look at it but then when you take another look, you see someone missing from the equation. Who could that be?…that would be none other than me. But I am about to change all of that. It is my first week back…and it’s time for me to defy these same exact odds that I defied about a month ago. And I hate to repeat myself…but it is the only way to get that across. So, Jennifer, I am about to add myself into this little “connection”…and start off by getting straight to the heart of the batting order. I’m going to start off by talking about the man that had a little bit of words for me on Wednesday Night at Wild. That man…is in fact…Brian Hulin. Our Chaos Heat Zone Alpha Champion. Now the connection with this is that our confrontation is a bit similar to the one I had with Edward Hall. It requires the same thing…that is the respect from Brian Hulin…but it is slightly different. Except this time…this match is a little bit more important…and with more on the line. Brian Hulin…as you could have figured out at Wild…I do not respect you. Matter of fact, I hate you. You see, this fuel of hatred towards Brian Hulin is because of a number of reasons. Reasons that I am about to explain. Now…I really hope that I have grasped the attention of Brian Hulin…before he calls his own camera crew onto the scene and starts going on his childish tirade about calling me an “old man”…”a loser”…”a has-been”…and ”a fucking homosexual”. And Hulin if you are watching and I just broke the backbone of what you were going to say…then I apologize. But instead of bitching about what I am in your eyes…just shut up…sit down…take a few notes…do whatever the hell you choose and listen to Marcus Menace…as this “loser” shows you…how the game is really supposed to be played.

.:Marcus Menace gets out of his chair and walks around his hotel room to where the refrigerator is standing. Marcus opens the ‘fridge and grabs a bottle of Aquafina. He takes the cap from off of the top of the water and takes a huge swig of it. Marcus Menace then shuts the refrigerator door behind him and stares at Jennifer Watson.:

Marcus Menace: You can leave if you wish to do so.

Jennifer Watson: No, that’s okay. I want to see what you were about to say.

Marcus Menace: Well, all right Jennifer…but I am not keeping you here under your own will. Remember, you wanted to stay.

Jennifer Watson: I know…thank you for having me here today.

Marcus Menace: Uh-huh…no problem. You are a pretty good interviewer.

Jennifer Watson: (Blushes) Well…thank you. I appreciate it. You know what?…I think I am going to go…so I can leave you alone.

Marcus Menace: Well…you don’t have to…if you want to.

Jennifer Watson: No…it’s okay. I decided to change my mind.

Marcus Menace: All right.

Jennifer Watson: Thank you for having me today…and good luck with your match on Wednesday!

Marcus Menace: Jen…you should know… that I am guided by a much bigger force…than luck.

Jennifer Watson: I will make sure I remember that. Bye, Marcus.

Marcus Menace: Bye, Jennifer.

.:Marcus Menace leans back in his chair and watches as Jennifer Watson walks up to Marcus and plants a kiss on his cheek. Marcus looks on confused but smiles as Jennifer Watson exits his hotel room waving at him. Jennifer closes the door and Marcus Menace rises out of his chair with his water in hand. He walks over to his window and looks out at the bright lights and the busy city of Las Vegas, Nevada.:

Marcus Menace: Now…Hulin…we are alone. Brian…I have had you under close surveillance for a while now. Over the past seventy-two hours…I have had nothing but you on my mind. You…and that title that lies on your waist. Seeing that title on your waist brings my hatred towards you to a fever pitch…almost to where the point that I binge and I purge. Brian Hulin…you made me sick. Brian Hulin you make my blood boil…and Brian Hulin…I know your type also. You care nothing about others. You care about nothing but your own well-being…and that is the way it should be. Brian, while you may the choice favorite to win the “Pits of Hell” match…and the odds are in your favor…with me being nothing but a tag along…I don’t see it that way. Hulin…I think I have a fair opportunity just like the next individual to win this match. And yes…I may be in a match I have never been in before…but while that may be the case…you are in the same boat yourself. So, there is no escaping the fact that your own stipulation…caused by your own little demented mind…might blow up right in your face…with someone else as the winner. And while I am in this match as the lone wolf…I don’t see myself that way. I see myself as the wild card. I see myself as the one making you burn…and begging for mercy. I see myself as the one being proclaimed as the Chaos Heat Zone Alpha Champion after Wednesday night. You may think I am dreaming…but it could…very well…be a possibility. I see this match as 2 to 1 odds for everyone involved…whether I like the fact or not. So, Brian Hulin…you should get off of your ass…and off of your high horse, kid. And I mean, you have the audacity to call yourself great. Sure…you may have talent…and you may have gold to show for it…but just like I told Inferno…the little prize means jack shit…if you do not have the grand prize. Putting 1,999 pieces of the puzzle together means nothing if you do not have the 2,000th. Hulin, you need to realize that. You need to realize that the universe does not belong to you. That…just like Inferno…you are God’s gift to this industry. And yes…you do come through in the clutch if you want to Brian Hulin…but let’s get something straight…you did not win the Alpha Championship on just your talents. No…no. You didn’t. Need I remind you, you did have a little bit of assistance from your buddy J Stevenson?…and need I remind you that you were struggling to get your ass from off of the ground when you were fighting Keyser Soze. And Brian Hulin, every time you speak, your immaturity is showing. Every time you speak is you opening the casket for yourself. Every time you talk it is another cliché saying here…and another cliché saying there. You never keep things simple and things are always complicated with you. And Brian Hulin, let me also remind you of when you first showed up here in CHZ. I remember watching you on television and always saying you were nothing but a second-class citizen. Then I remember the first time seeing you lock up with Ryan Knite…knowing that you were going to get demolished…and guess what happened…you did. When you first came…you were good…and you were talented…but you could never get over the hump…and when you did, it was only because Team Superior was around to let you get the success.

.:Marcus Menace takes another sip of his water.:

Marcus Menace: …And whether you like it or not…you will always live in the shadow of your brother while he is in the Revolution. Whether you like it or not…you can change your alias…but the fans will always remember you as Hardcore Hulin. That hardcore loser that could never get himself over the hill. Brian, when you talk, that is exactly what it is. Sometimes it is hard for me to even take you seriously…but I retired someone so terribly like you. He always carried that arrogant swagger that you do. He always carried and held those childish like tactics to get ahead. He always had to get the last word in. But no…instead, I was the one who received the last word. And the last word was sending him off of a twenty-foot scaffold…pummeling to the demise and fate of his career. It was a sad day indeed…but it taught the kid to never test this menace to society. So, Hulin…I know my story of how I ended a career may not bother you…and you may not say that it will not be you…but let’s be real…it could very well be that way. That Alpha Championship that you possess may very well be out of your grasp next Wednesday. But enough about the personality that you lack, Hulin. Brian, what we should really talk about is our little confrontation at Wild. You see, Hulin, there’s just something about you that I hate the most…besides that childish personality of yours. There is something that is like a tick…and it just won’t subside. It keeps eating and eating…and feeds away at my stomach…and it is just disgusting me. My stomach is rotting and it eats me up inside knowing that you do this…but you call yourself…”The Greatness”?!

.:Marcus Menace feels something in his stomach and holds it his stomach as he feels the pain that he was just speaking about. The pain forces Menace to drop his bottled water that spills across the floor and to lean over his bed…grimacing in pain. The expression on Menace’s face expresses pure hatred…but at the same time…joy.:

Marcus Menace: (Panting and Struggling) The…Greatness?!…Hulin, you are far from great. You are far from l..legendary. And while we are alone at last Hulin, and while I have this sickening pain in my stomach from you…I guess…I should get this from off of my chest…and finally…while we are alone…I should explain to you what exactly greatness is. Greatness is everything that you are not. You may hold the Chaos Heat Zone’s second best championship in the Alpha Championship…but that does not make you great. Being barely able to hold your own ego is not great. Let me tell you what great is. Being apart of greatness is being apart of something special. Something that I am apart of. You have never wrestled across the globe on a regular basis. You have never owned a wrestling organization while fighting in another. You have never defied the odds like I have time and time again. You have never defeated the best of the best. A wise man once said that you are what you continue to do…and what I continue to do is win. I don’t lose. Losing…is not in my blood…and with that mentality…it makes it hard for me not to be considered great. But, I know you don’t think so…and I could not give a shit would you thought about right about now. This is about me…and me alone. This time right here that I am giving speaking…is directed to Brian Hulin…and Brian Hulin alone. And Brian…you better be paying close attention. Notice how I haven’t spoken how successful in life I am. Notice how I have not been all too optimistic about this match and said that I will win. You see these are all the childish tactics that Brian Hulin likes to play…and nobody has called him out on it…..until now. But you know something Hulin, I’m going to tell you a few things and hell, maybe with this little one on one time we will actually get to know each other…or tear each other’s head apart. (Pauses) I would rather prefer the second option, though.

.:Marcus Menace gets ready to stand up on his feet completely…but he feels something in his stomach again and it forces him to cringe and hold onto the bed. Marcus screams out and his pain is felt through the cameras as we get a close up of Menace’s face…which has a smile across it.:

Marcus Menace: You see Hulin…this is what it is all about. The blood…the sweat…the pain…and the tears. That is going to be all that defines our match on Wednesday. That is all that is going to be felt and seen in our match as we do enter…the pits of hell. But you know something…I am ready for my judgment day. Are you?

**Credit for the two banners you see goes to Josh Sutton and Josh Richards**