[My Personal Vendetta]
"You could call it fate, call it luck or even call it karma. Everything happens for a reason."

Vendetta; noun
An often-prolonged series of retaliatory, vengeful, or hostile acts or exchange of such acts.

[One on One with Marcus Menace]

.:The cameras open up and a silver Chrysler PT Cruiser rolls onto the screen. The PT Cruiser…who is previously going about an average of ten miles per hour…then comes to an abrupt halt. The engine of the car is being heard turned off and the driver of the vehicle grabs their keys and exits the automobile. Stepping out of the car…and coming into our view is none other than Marcus Menace himself. Marcus steps out of his vehicle and sucks in the humid air that we are feeling on this day. The weather is…yes…another hot, hazy and humid day with the weather giving you the feeling of making you want to pray for a blizzard. Menace stops his inhaling, sighs and goes to the trunk of his Chrysler as he looks out to his right to catch a glimpse of how beautiful his Victorian style house is. As we have now figured out over past instances, we are in the heart of Texas and at the estate of Marcus Menace, which resides in the Dallas-Fort Worth area. Marcus picks up his car keys and searches for the key that goes to his trunk. He finds the key, opens the trunk and with one hand picks out his suitcase from the back of the car and drops it to the ground. Then, after dropping his suitcase to the ground, he cradles it in his right arm as he slams shut the trunk of the cruiser. We also see that he has left his gym bag and other belongings inside…but nevertheless, Marcus Menace wipes the dripping sweat from his temple and onto his Chaos Heat Zone Doomsday T-Shirt and jogs up the front steps of his house. Menace reaches the front door of his luxurious Victorian and gets out his car keys…once again…but this time instead of searching for which key he will use to get inside his home…he knows which key he will use like it is the back of his hand and picks it out. Marcus pulls the key from out of his pocket, enters the key inside of the lock, turns it clockwise and he is in. But before he enters his house, Marcus Menace cradles his suitcase in his arm once more and with his left shoulder…stretches it out to open the front door. Marcus leaves the front door open for the cameramen to enter and as he does he places his suitcase down, brings out the handle and rolls it near the next door that follows the front door. The cameras are now inside of Menace’s home and Marcus looks around for the next errand that he will accomplish. Marcus turns around, closes the door and locks it shortly thereafter. He turns around again and opens the door that leads to the living room of the Menace family. The living room is a sharp dark brown color, with cream-colored sofas, a mahogany colored coffee table and several more carpets to match the color and the theme of the room. The living room is neatly assorted but it does it not satisfy Marcus. Marcus Menace sees something wrong with the way his living room is set up and goes to correct it. Marcus Menace walks over to one of the couches that are in the living room and attempts to fix one of the pillows…, which had never been out of place before he did fix it. Marcus turns around for the third time and closes the second door that leads to the living room. A thought comes across the mind of Menace and he smiles then…makes his way towards the kitchen. Marcus reaches the kitchen and before he goes to the refrigerator to grab a refreshment or two…and takes off his Doomsday T-Shirt to reveal his ripped…and tone physique. Marcus gives a cocky grin to the camera and winks at the ladies who may be watching. He then goes to the refrigerator door and opens it up…but he shuts the refrigerator door closed as something grabs his attention. The silence of his home. The silence of his home worries Menace and a confused looks strikes his face. Normally, the home of Marcus Menace is alive and well…with never a dull moment in sight. Besides the time when Menace’s family has to rest…and other occasions…his home is never silent. The silence would normally seem like a good thing to others…but to Marcus…it is not a good thing. Usually, the reason why Marcus’ home would never be dull is because of the energy caused from his wife Sharon…and the energy caused by his daughter Gloria. This eerie silence forces Marcus Menace to worry…and strike fear from within his heart. In normal situations, Marcus Menace usually comes home to a full house. A house full of happiness and a house where he is welcomed with open arms. But this time around…Marcus is greeted with silence. But also in situations where Marcus Menace usually returns from off of the road…the noise is normally coming from upstairs…where his wife Sharon…and his daughter Gloria are usually playing around and having a good time enjoying each other’s company. That fact weighs heavily on Marcus Menace’s brain and he comes to the conclusion that he has to do something about this. So, with that, Marcus grabs his Chaos Heat Zone Doomsday T-Shirt he placed down earlier, throws it over his left shoulder and speed walks his way through the dining room and to the steps that lead to upstairs. Marcus Menace…with emotions running full fledged and going about a mile a minute, tries not to let them show on camera and casually leans over on the steps and tries to look upstairs to see if maybe Sharon or Gloria are home. Marcus tries to remain positive about the situation and sees that through the stairs that turn as you go up…he will not be able to find out if they are home. So, instead, Marcus quits what he is doing and calls out to see if he can…hopefully…gain the answers to his lingering questions.:

Marcus Menace: Sharon?…..Gloria?…..are you there?

.:There is no answer. Marcus Menace then gets up, walks up the stairs and looks up and down the hallway to see if he can spot his wife or his daughter. Menace looks down the remaining hallway to his left…and can see from the distance that no one is currently using the bathroom…the room that is the only one on the left. So, Marcus walks down the right side of the hallway, which has several doors, and he checks all of them. First, he walks down the hall and checks the first room in the hallway he can see. Marcus opens the door and we can tell that the room is the room of his daughter’s…from the vastly enormous amount of childish posters. Posters such as Sponge bob Square pants and other cartoon characters for young children. There seems to be no one in this room and Marcus closes the door. He heads down the hallway some more and opens the next door that attracts his attention. Marcus turns the doorknob, enters through the door and we see that this room is rather huge…and more appropriate looking for someone Marcus’ age. The room is quite dark and mysterious…with very little light coming from the curtain that is currently closed. Marcus makes his way inside of the room and moves out of the way of the king sized bed we figure to be shared by him…and his wife Sharon. But also on this king sized bed that is covered by navy blue sheets we see that there is a piece of paper laying near a pillow. The piece of paper catches the corner of Marcus’ eye and before opening the curtain for the cameras, he reaches over to his pillow and snatches the paper up. The handwriting on the paper is not captured on the cameras but once Marcus finishes reading, he crumbles the note up and tosses it in a trash can nearby.:

Marcus Menace: Hmm…so the festival is where Sharon took Gloria…eh?…well, that’s cool. I was nearly scared out of my ass just now.

.:What Marcus is referring to is the local carnival that is in town. The carnival is like your normal carnival…but instead of the carnival staying in town for about a month or two…it has been staying in the Dallas-Forth area ever since late May or early June. Marcus Menace lets out a huge sigh of relief, goes to a drawer and pulls out another Chaos Heat Zone T-Shirt that is not so trenched in sweat. This time, the shirt being an old shirt from last year’s pay-per-view Retribution. Marcus then grabs the Doomsday shirt from off his shoulders and puts it on his bed. After placing the T-Shirt on the bed, Marcus walks around the room getting familiar…after not being home for nearly a month. Menace begins to walk and focus his attention to the curtains that are hung up in the room once more and then opens up one half of the curtains…letting inside the room…several rays of light. Through the window, we get a picture…and a full view of the landscape behind Menace’s home…known as the backyard. Marcus looks outside of the window and runs his fingers through his hair…which has by this point…grown a little bit…slightly messing up his appearance…but nevertheless, Menace looks outside…does not waste any time whatsoever and begins to say his peace.:

Marcus Menace: Weakness. We all have a weakness. Some of us understand our weaknesses…while others…have yet to find their weaknesses. But for those that understand their weaknesses, they try their damnedest not to let it show on a consistent basis..…right?…well, wrong. After leaving the city I had to stay in for nearly a month…I decided to leave and finally come home. But on the plane ride home, I witnessed two individuals that showed their weaknesses. Two individuals that let their dirty laundry hang out to dry…for all of America to see. You two know who you are. These two men who I…in my interview conducted with Jennifer Watson…decided to neglect. But instead of doing that and focusing more on calling out the champion Brian Hulin for his actions on Wednesday Night Wild…and by setting the record straight…and by also focusing more on this tick…or what the hell this feeling is…that lies in my stomach, I showed a bit of weakness myself. I should have known that you two…kids…would be grow up to men in one day and step up to get the first words in. I knew it was coming and actually, to be honest, I liked it. I liked the words you two men used. It was brilliant…just brilliant. It made me realize what exactly I am facing in a few short days. It made me really realize…that you two are just like that opponent I defeated awhile back. Hmm…what was his name?…oh yes…Inferno. Who?…and wow…who the hell is Inferno again?

.:Marcus shares a slight laugh with himself, looks over at the camera, winks and then begins what he has been saying so far.:

Marcus Menace: You two guys came right out fighting after the gate…and I respect that. I really do. But Manson…Keyali…understand this. Understand that there is a lot of shit that lies on the horizon. A lot of shit that you may not be quite ready for. Sure, you say what you said…and act macho on film for your girlfriend…or for your peers…but deep down inside…when you think to yourself inside of your head…the only place where nobody in this world can hear your thoughts but you…you know that you are scared for your life. And while I am being honest…I am too…in a sense. You smell the fear from me…not because of Manson…not because of K.K Keyali…not because of Brian Hulin…but because of my own welfare. I know this match will be nothing short of insane…and I realize that when I give it my all, I may not have much left…but you know what?…I am ready for that. I am ready to give my life for the Chaos Heat Zone Alpha Championship. I am ready to defy the 35 to 1 odds. I am ready to face my judgment day in the Pits of Hell…I am ready to make sure that my sacrifices have paid off…and I am ready to feel the gold in between my hands. But this is where the bus stops and where you all have to get out. This is where I let out all of my dirty laundry to dry too. This is where I say what I have been feeling right here…(Points at his chest)…and do not look back one bit. Keyali, Manson, and Hulin…this is right here is where you all see the new Marcus Menace. I have gone to the point of no return. I have gone to the point of where I have to reach deep down inside of my soul…and take off this mask that I am wearing on my face. This is where you all witness the real Marcus Menace. Whether you like it…or you don’t. The real Marcus Menace that has been called the menace to society for the last twelve years for a valid reason. And I own that tag name for a reason…a reason that you three will not find out until August 25th at the Sullivan Sports Arena. But there is no reason for me to beat around this bush any longer. What my point really is…is that this is point where I…verbally…shut everyone up and talk to all of the people including you three. This is where I speak to all of you…and many more that has shot at me so many times. This is the point where all of you stop shooting at me…and where I finally shoot back.

.:Marcus pauses…for only for a split second…before continuing.:

Marcus Menace: My mother always told me that two wrongs do not make a right. But for this one time only…and for the first time in my life…I have to do this. For this one occasion I have to go out of my way and…(Gains a disgusted look on his face)…stoop down all the way to your level. I am not like all of you. I am not like K.K Keyali. I am not like Brian Hulin. I am not like Tommy Manson…and I really do not want to be. I never wanted to stoop this low and become just like you. But let it be known…I can be stupid…I can be cocky…I can be optimistic and not realize my reality…I can be just like you. But that is what makes me so successful at the end of the day. What makes me so successful is that…I…choose to be different. I choose to rise to the occasion and be better than all of the rest. That is what I have learned to do so well and that is what you all don’t. That is what separates a first class citizen such as myself…from all of you second-class pundits. During my interview with Jennifer Watson, she asked me how the Chaos Heat Zone management treats me. And I was the one who said with confidence that the Chaos Heat Zone treats me like royalty. Well, you know, that is not the truth. The truth is…the Chaos Heat Zone treats someone like myself with a huge load of disrespect. Someone like myself who could very well be the Chaos Heat Zone Alpha Champion in a few days. Is this the way you treat someone who is a veteran of the sport that has so much experience…and could very well teach these young kids how to really do things?…is treated?…Is this the way the Chaos Heat Zone disrespects me?!…you know something…some would ask how the Chaos Heat Zone management disrespects me by giving me this Alpha Championship title shot in a few days…and in my third match. But, you want to know how and why the CHZ management is disrespecting me?…simple…I’ll give you the reasons why. You see, management likes to cater to all of these superstars like Ryan Knite, J Stevenson, Keyser Soze and more of these athletes like…Drayton MacPhereson. Instead of doing that, they need to look at someone who can really draw out the fans. Someone who could really do the organization some justice. But instead, management looks the other way…they give this issue their blind eye…not really doing what they should do…and not really doing what is right. All of the fans…all of the “men” in the organization…all of the management who are watching right now…can believe…and say that I have my head way up my ass all they want…and the Chaos Heat Zone management can try and put a lid on what I am trying to say…they might also say that I may be stepping a little bit out of line here…but this is the truth. This is how I feel. This is how the real Marcus Menace is. The real Marcus Menace who does not give a damn about the management…the real Marcus Menace who does not give a damn about the fans…and about what everyone else has to say. The show is all about me…and me alone. And I will say it right now…I will NOT pay any sort of fines that come along with this. I will not listen to what management will try to tell me to do. All I will do is do what I am paid to do…and that is a job. That job…is to wrestle. And I do a pretty damn good job of it. I have no friends here in the Chaos Heat Zone…and I will intend on keeping it that way. That is what I have been saying ever since I came through the door. Sure, behind the scenes I could be an approachable person. I could be someone who is enjoyable to be around and I could be someone who is the center of all the attention and at the center of all of the pranks…but that right there…is where the bus stops…again. That all ceases today. That Marcus Menace?…that was the old me…the Marcus Menace that was fake. The Marcus Menace that was hiding behind his real personality and the Marcus Menace that was living a lie. That Marcus Menace was immature…and that Marcus Menace was not I. Being that phony Marcus Menace was suffocating me. It was burning a hole through me and I could not take it any more. I could not take the pressure of being something that I am not. That Marcus Menace was living a life with a mask on his face…but from here on out…there is no more of mister nice guy. There is no more fun. There is no more of me making jokes and trying to make people laugh. No more of me trying to make people happy. No more!!!!!…I end all of that shit today…right here…right now…by telling all of you motherfuckers to shove it!!!!!

.:A blank expression comes across the face of Marcus Menace as he lifts his hands towards the camera and gives all of the viewers the middle finger.:

Marcus Menace: …And I mean…how DARE any of you try and go up against…ME. Do you even understand whom the hell you are talking about?…do you even know the ramifications that come along with trying to downplay…and downsize my abilities?!?…Do you all even understand what you are all doing?!…just who the hell do you all really think you are?!?…all of you have never witnessed me at my best. You all have never witnessed me at the prime of my career. You all have never witnessed me at the peak of my legacy…and so with that all said…who the hell gives you fans…or anyone else for that matter…the right to judge me?!?…who the hell gives anyone the right to say that I do not deserve this title shot?…who the hell gives them that right?!…well?!…answer me!!!!!

.:This subject reaches it’s boiling point…and in a manner full with rage, Marcus Menace unleashes his anger and kicks the cameraman in the stomach, forcing the camera and the cameraman to fall on the floor. But the cameras do not black out, the cameraman falls to the floor and lays unconscious with the kick from Menace. The camera lens points directly at Menace and Marcus kicks the limp body of the cameraman away to the side. Marcus Menace then looks down at the camera that is now at his feet.:

Marcus Menace: Now this is exactly the way that I like it. All of you looking up at me…while I stare down at you. Oh…I just love it. I don’t understand where everything went wrong…but as of this very moment…I do not care anymore. I don’t care about what you fans have to say…because the real Marcus Menace will not use this and let it get him down. No…no. Instead of using this and it having it bother me…I am going to use it as ammunition. You see, all of you can judge me however you want. You all can kick me while I am down…laugh at me…and downsize my talent. Downsize my abilities all you please…but all I will do is just use it as fuel. I will use it to fuel my desire and use it to regain the legacy that I started. I will use this fuel to amp me up. This will do nothing but keep me focused and on task as to what I want to do here in the Chaos Heat Zone. And with a new Marcus Menace that is focused and on task…it equals enemies…and with jealous enemies…it equals not so lucky opponents. So, I want to thank all of you fans. I want to send a little thank you to all of the naysayers and for all of those watching who have said that I do not deserve this shot…or that I will lose. I thank you all for throwing fuel on the fire…that is my desire. Now my fire burns hotter and spreads faster than a fire in Chicago. And…let it…burn…baby…burn…..

.:Marcus Menace gives a menacing laugh at the camera…as we see that Menace has definitely changed tunes and is now being his real self. He then comes out of focus and we hear him walking away. Menace then returns with a bottle in his hands and we see him drinking away. The bottle being…a Jack Daniels.:

Marcus Menace: For everyone watching…this is my new…personal…vendetta. Webster defines the word vendetta as being an often-prolonged series of retaliatory, vengeful, or hostile acts…and ladies and gentlemen…that is exactly what I am. I am vengeful. When I speak, I speak with vengeance. When I speak…I do not just speak for the hell of it. When I speak…I speak words of wisdom. Because with age comes experience…and with age comes wisdom…wisdom that I use in so many different ways. See, this new Marcus Menace is a man of wisdom…a man of pure vengeance…and a man full with violence. Violence and rage that I know how to dish out so well. And let’s just cut right down to the chase here. Lets congratulate Tommy Manson. Why are we congratulating Manson?…because Manson, you were the first to attract my attention this week. Actually Manson, you are a lot smarter than you look…and when I heard you confess…you brought up so many facts that were true…but more than anything…you were wrong…just like the rest of this world is.

.:Marcus Menace takes a swig of what remains in the bottle of Jack Daniels and then places it on a dresser nearby. He then lets out a huge belch and hesitates…before regaining himself and speaking again.:

Marcus Menace: Manson, you were right on some things. You understand what is on the line just like any other man in this match. You understand that this match forces you to bring out the side of you that you do not want to bring out. You understand that in this match…in which you have never competed in before…you have got to bring everything you have to the table. I understand that…and you understand that…and Manson, that is what I respect that about you. Now don’t get me wrong, I do respect what you said…but what you are misunderstood about is the real reason why you are doing this. You are going through this match for a reason. A reason you are afraid to admit. You are not doing this to entertain the fans. You are doing this for you…and only you. You are doing this because just like me…you want this Alpha Championship. You will give it your all…blood, sweat and tears to hold this title. You will do just about anything to not hear Brian Hulin’s mouth again…and defy the odds that are placed against you. And what you really do not understand is how to gain respect here in this industry. You see, championships bring mainstream media to your front door…but it doesn’t get the job done one hundred percent. In this business, to get remembered and to gain respect, isn’t what titles you hold…or how many times you have held them. It’s all about who you have defeated and it’s all about your work ethic. If everyone sees…and knows that you bleed for the Chaos Heat Zone…they will respect you for it…but if you don’t, they won’t take you seriously. Almost the same way I don’t take you seriously right now. But let’s just get something clear. You may win this match…and you may squeak away with the Alpha Championship…but I know that if that happens it will be nothing but a highway robbery. And Tommy, if you do commit that highway robbery, you will not gain any respect whatsoever. See Manson, you don’t understand just who exactly I am and how this business…that I have worked my ass off in for twelve years…is conducted. You say that in some instances that violence brings out the true heroes. Well Manson look no further…and look into my eyes…and see that in due time…you will get to know the most true and violent hero ever known to man. The true and violent hero being none other than me.

.:Marcus cocks his head back, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as he can feel the intensity in the air. He is thinking about his match coming up in a few short days. A match that is going to be a dogfight. A match that is going to come straight to the wire…and the thought of being Alpha Champion excites him. Marcus opens his eyes and a wide broad smile comes across it as he stares back down at the cameras.:

Marcus Menace: What everyone seems to be missing out is that…with four concussions, a fractured ankle and all…that I am ready. I have said it before but I will say it again. I am ready to battle. I am ready for WAR!!!…The taste of a Jack Daniels feels so bittersweet on the eve of the biggest match of your life…and of your career. With every passing day the intensity rises. With every minute and second that goes by I feel the pressure that this match has on my life. I either win or look forward to a bright future…or I lose…and head back to the bottom of the barrel…to start all over again. But no matter which way I turn after Doomsday…I know it is going to be for the best…but I am not talking like a loser…no…no…because I have the confidence in my heart that I will do this and score a touchdown with it. I feel it all occurring…I see it all happening…all I have to do now is…step into the ring and accomplish it. Plain and simple. But out of all the turmoil that comes along with this match, I find that the connection is still there. I still find that all of this still relates heavily to my match with Inferno. See, there is so many lies that are being put out there. Lies that are being put out there by Mr. Butterfly himself…K.K Keyali. So Keyali, I see that you love Mariah Carey…and hell who wouldn’t?…but having an entrance song made by her and quoting her?…how masculine. If you did not get what I said Keyali, the point is, I’m challenging your manhood…almost the same way you challenged my childhood…because Keyali, you know nothing about me…or the past that you try to picture for the audience. No, you see, my past is nothing like the one Keyali tried to paint. My past is a good past…a past that I can look on and say that I have no regrets. I grew up with supportive parents. Parents that would do anything to support their son. They were not deadbeats like your parents were. Keyali, my parents wouldn’t let me go to an amusement park, take a roller coaster ride, and ditch me while I was screaming my lungs out on it. See, my parents weren’t like that. I had great respect for my parents and that respect got me a lot of things in life. Things such as the success in this wrestling business. You want to know why I am so bitter…the reasons why I speak with vengeance and direct my hate towards people such as you?…Hell…the reasons why I do direct my hate towards people like you is because of people like you.

.:Marcus Menace smirks.:

Marcus Menace: People who do not know how to respect their elders. Is that what your so-called mother taught you, Keyali?…I mean, you talk as if you are all high and mighty. You speak as if you could get any damn thing that you wanted…and that we should all bow down at your feet. And that is what triggers my hate. You try to picture me as a horrible person…and Keyali…I loved every single moment of it. I see that with you calling me a horrible person is a compliment to my character. I see that as a sign of respect…and a sign of weakness. (Marcus grins once more) A weakness that I can easily exploit. After all, this is the same man who thinks that someone like me…respects a peasant like you. And you know what?…maybe I should…after just handing you your ego right back at you on a silver platter.

.:A cough is heard…but the cough did not come from Menace. Marcus looks over to his left and sees that the cameraman is trying to get up on his feet again. He then turns around and grabs the bottle of Jack Daniels, sipping it. Marcus places the bottle down again and leans over to the man…whispering in his ear.:

Marcus Menace: You poor, poor bastard…..

.:And in one shift motion, Marcus Menace lifts his leg up and gives the cameraman a soccer type kick to the mid-section. The cameraman’s body is being heard falling to the floor, coughing as Menace turns around quickly to his right, kneeling down again and looking directly into the lens of the camera.:

Marcus Menace: And now we are at the main event. I decided to save the best for last…and the best was you, Hulin. (Smiling) I’m starting to enjoy this one on one time with you, my friend.

.:Menace grins…for what seems to be the one hundredth time during this promotion…and runs his fingers through his hair…with frustration looking to set in.:

Marcus Menace: I saw what you said about me, my darling and it was very inspirational. Inspirational indeed. I remember witnessing your campfire and reminiscing about the days where I went camping with my parents. The same parents who…according to K.K Keyali…hated their son so much. But this time is not about Keyali…the spotlight was pointed on him already…this time about you, Hulin. It’s all about you and me. But Hulin, I also noticed at your campfire with all your little…”buddies”…that you didn’t do what I nearly expected you would do. You came up to the batters box and gave a half-hearted effort. You came up and did a job half-assed…and for that…I am extremely disappointed. Hulin, I remember the times where I could actually watch you on film and feel what you were saying. I remember the times where I could feel the intensity, where I could feel your animosity. The times where I could feel your hatred…hostility and when I could feel your pain. The days where you were just an ounce more interesting. But things sure do change…and you have changed, a lot. I remember seeing the exact same fire from you…that you were sitting in front of several months ago. Brian, what you say, and what goes through that brain of yours…never stops to amuse me. It intrigues me. It really does. You believe that when I see you in the corridors that I am supposed to run to you, is that right?…you think that when you are having a little bit of trouble with your bags, that I am supposed to run and carry them for you?…you think that I am supposed to hold doors and keep your seat warm for you?…well listen up here Hulin, it isn’t going to happen. I’m not going to respect you and I never will. Just like I said about Manson, if you walk out of Doomsday with the championship, it will be a highway robbery. And to add insult to injury…how could I possibly give my respect to the same man who has a brother that endorses frickin’ pizza for a living?…How could I respect a man who will…for the rest of his career…live in the shadow of his older brother?…how could I possibly respect a man who didn’t even win his championship fair and square. You think that just because you defeated the likes of Keyser Soze, Ritchie Danko and Blake Masters all in three weeks it demands you respect. But where exactly were you when it really counted. Where were you when you were in the tournament for the RWN Championship?…where were you when everyone looked at you to become number one contender…only to fall short at the likes of Keyali’s friend…Adam Law. I didn’t see where you won that match. I didn’t see your name going up against Josh Sutton at the next inter-promotional pay-per-view for his championship. I didn’t see any of that. Instead, you bitched, you moaned and you complained…all asking for a rematch. Now that doesn’t grant you respect, that doesn’t grant you a rematch, all that grants you…or better yet, shows me…that you are one of the most childish wrestlers I will ever have the chance of stepping in the ring with. See Hulin, I’m a man…and when a man loses the way you did, he owns up to his mistakes and learns from it…and while I am being honest, when it all comes down to it…I’m more man than you will ever be. Age has nothing to do with talent. I bet I could be fifty years old with a disease that is eating me whole…and I could still whip your ass…but then again, I would be lying. You see Hulin, by having that little campfire, it only made what I said earlier more correct. All it did was show the people what you really are. You’re nothing but an arrogant kid…raw to this business and raw to what the hell I am trying to tell you.

.:Marcus pauses briefly before speaking again.:

Marcus Menace: Hulin, management may be upset with me right now…and they might see me as a disease. They might see me as a poison and I may sicken them to the core of their stomachs…but they will not do anything to me. I know they won’t because they need me. They need me here in the Chaos Heat Zone…but what they don’t need, is you. If I were to own this company, I would give you your walking papers…never to be seen on the scene again…but the chances of that happening are unlikely…so, all because of you, I get the chance of taking you out the other way. In the “Pits of Hell”. And in this match you did what you thought would give you the heavy advantage. You picked out what you believed was three rookies. You picked out what you thought was an injury prone old man, an ass kisser and a guy who believes he knows all about my history. But what you figured was wrong. At Doomsday, you aren’t going to be getting an injury prone Marcus Menace. Instead, what you will be getting is a well-oiled machine…ready to take off. You say that you chose Manson, Keyali and myself because you wanted to show us what the Chaos Heat Zone is really about…but let’s be honest…if people like you are what the Chaos Heat Zone is about…then I don’t think this fed would have EVER got off of the ground to begin with. You draw attention to this match as if you will beat me down to a bloody pulp. You single me out as if you will give me another concussion. You think that at Doomsday all you will getting is raw meat. Well, that isn’t the case…and that ain’t the real reason why you chose me for this match. The reason why you chose me for this match was because you see me as a threat. That’s right…you see me as a threat to your Alpha Championship. You saw through your rear mirror and through your crystal ball that you could be making history with your title and then…out of practically nowhere…I could sneak up and wash that all away. That’s exactly what you saw…so you added me to this match to take out your real threat before you could even begin to make your history. You figured you’d take out the prime threats to your title before we make it up the ladder. And while that may be the smartest idea anyone could come up with, it also isn’t the brightest. Because you see, you should’ve waited before you made your history with the Alpha Championship. You should have established yourself as the greatest Alpha Champion ever. But now, I have the opportunity…fresh off of my injuries…to claim what so many envy. Now I have the chance to become part of the exclusive club that has been Alpha Champion…and wash away something I was planning to do several months down the road. Now I have the chance to make what many few do. And that, my friends…is to make…history.

.:Marcus completes his sentence and as he does an enormous growl is heard that forces Marcus to grab at his stomach in pain. Marcus leans over grabbing at his stomach, but with his right eye, still stares into the camera…panting and still audible to the fans at home.:

Marcus Menace: You see Hulin…this is all because of you. The stomachache isn’t because of what I had for lunch…it isn’t because of the bottle of Jack Daniels…it’s because of my anxiety. It is because of my fuel…and my desire to win. I want this title just as much as you do. I want this victory just as bad as Manson does…or just as bad as Keyali does…but it comes down to is what they are willing to do for this victory…and for me…in the “Pits of Hell”, I am going to show you three why I am not just some old geezer. I am going to show you all why my legacy did nothing short of beginning…..again.

.:And with those words, Marcus Menace clutches at his stomach and from behind, the squeaking of a door is heard. Menace rises to his feet to see that it is none other than his wife, Sharon. Sharon looks at the carnage Marcus has caused and stares a whole through him with her blue eyes.:

Sharon: What the hell is going on here?

Marcus Menace: It’s nothing really. I’m just doing my job.

Sharon: Well, who’s that guy back there?

Marcus Menace: That piece of shit?….oh that’s just a cameraman.

Sharon: Well, someone…anyone…clean that bastard up!!!

.:Sharon’s serious expression quickly turns into a smile as she jumps into the arms of Marcus and several members of the camera crew comes onto the scene as the cameras fade…to…black.:

[From the Inside]

“After the cameras stopped rolling, Sharon and I endured in a long hug and followed it off with a long kiss for old times sake. I had missed Sharon a lot during the month I was away in Vegas hanging out with Mitchell Davis. Mitchell wasn’t on the plane ride with me on my way home to Dallas because he agreed to meet me in Alaska. But not only that, he also wanted to take Aaron up there to train him with Skip. You see, Skip is the dark horse in the Unholy. Skip, is our fitness guy. I don’t remember how…or why…we starting calling Skip that, but we did and I guess…it just stuck on him. Plus, he liked the name. Skip has been my assistant for about half of my career – 6 years – and has done a pretty damn good job of it. Not only does Skip assist me but he’s the CEO of World Insane Impact Wrestling, our premier wrestling company. I’m a pretty busy man when I am not wrestling for the Chaos Heat Zone…but I don’t mind. This business is in my blood…and it will stay that way until my fire burns out. But I trust Skip and Mitchell with Aaron because…even though no one has known this…Skip has been behind the success of Sean Andretti, Mitchell Davis, myself…and Jeffery Archibald…whenever he decides to return. All in all, Skip is a great guy and I’m proud to say he’s apart of this history making process…also known as…the Unholy Alliance.

Anyway, after Sharon showed the Chaos Heat Zone camera crew the hell out of my house, she came upstairs as I slowly felt that burning…lingering feeling return back to my stomach. My stomach had been bothering me all week and I did not want to go to the doctor. I also did not want Sharon seeing me in this much pain. I didn’t make much of the pain that I have because I realized that in a few days at Doomsday, this pain would only be the tip of the iceberg compared to the pain K.K Keyali, Tommy Manson and Brian Hulin would be giving me. So, I sucked it in all in and tried my hardest not to let Sharon see me this way. But after she opened the door and greeted me with a kiss…the way she always does after a trip back home…the growling began again and I realized that I wasn’t the only person who heard it. Sharon heard it too. The growling gave her a feeling of confusion and of worry for me. I didn’t want Sharon panicking over a small stomachache that wouldn’t go away. I didn’t want Sharon demanding me to go to the doctor because I knew that if she did and that she couldn’t go through seeing her husband fighting off a small stomachache, that she couldn’t be able to go through sitting in the front row at the Sullivan Sports Arena and watching as I entered the “Pits of Hell”. Sharon backed away from me and wanted to know what was wrong. I instructed her everything would be fine and she just would not have it…and did what I knew she would. Force me to go to the doctor. I wouldn’t budge though as the thoughts of another one of my best friends from my college days back at Villanova came to my brain.

His name was Jason. Jason and I were like the best of friends. We would drink together, we would eat pizza together and we would get all of the girls together. But suddenly, Jason began to feel sick and he had to get a kidney transplant. And with me being the best friend that he ever knew, I had to be there for him…and that is exactly what I did. I was there for him. But our blood types did not match and we could not get the transplant done. Except, a relative of Jason’s had the same blood type and things were looking good. They would get the transplant done…but his new kidney would not be enough for him to survive. Jason died on the operation table…right in front of my eyes. An autopsy was done and it came to light that the surgeons had made a mistake in doing the transplant. Apparently, Jason’s left kidney was supposed to be the one coming out…but instead of that happening, they took out his right kidney instead…killing him. I feared going to the doctor…having the thought that if this stomachache was something serious that it would have to require surgery…and I wasn’t going through that. But we went to the doctor…and we showed up hoping for an impromptu appointment. Usually, when you make an impromptu appointment, you have to wait nearly the entire day…and Sharon was ready to go through that. I wasn’t…but I knew that if I put up a fight with Sharon that I was not going to win. So, I put a smile on and when along with it. Around closing time, the doctor called us up into his office and that was where I found out that all along this feeling that I had been having, this unnamed feeling that I had been calling the anxiety for the entire week…had been nothing…but an ulcer. An ulcer?!?…yes, an ulcer. The doctor said the ulcer had been pretty bad. Sharon spoke up for me and told him what I do for a living. She said the words that I could not possibly get out at time like that. Sharon told him everything about me and about the “Pits of Hell” match at Doomsday. After hearing that, the doctor carefully instructed us that whether I win or lose this match…that I should not show up at Doomsday to compete. The feeling I received after that made me feel angry…but I was not going to throw away the chance of being known as a champion again just for an ulcer. It just was not going to happen.

So Manson, Keyali, or Hulin, none of you should get your hopes up. I am not using this as an excuse. This is NOT a setback. I will be there. Whether it be hell of high water...Marcus Menace will be there."

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