[Leadership by Example]
Extinguishing your flames...and killing you softly.

Leadership; noun
The office or position of a leader.
The capacity to lead.
The act or an instance of leading.

Marcus Menace: Blah...blah...fucking...blah.

.:Once again, the viewers are treated with the view of the estate of Marcus Menace's. The place where the cameras and the scene is picked up. There's no introduction, the cameras do not pan around the area so the viewers can get used to the surroundings and see what the neighborhood is like, we just get straight to work. This day is just like any other day in Dallas, Texas. Hazy, hot and humid but on this Friday afternoon it is a bit too hot with the temperature possibly feeling as if you were in the depths of hell itself. On this day, we are not treated with a tour of Marcus Menace's home and the cool comfortable thought of air conditioning, instead the cameras are where you definately don't want to be. Outside. Marcus Menace decides against staying inside and being cool...but instead being outside and being hot. He should also be hot because of the attire he has on today. Marcus Menace is wearing an away #9 Steve McNair Tennessee Titans jersey, a pair of navy blue shorts, a pair of white sneakers to match and to top it all off, a vest on top of the Titans jersey that we can see reads Unholy Alliance as he is pacing back and forth in front of his home with a bottle of what appears to be Heineken in his hand. The Menace to Society wipes the sweat from off of his forehead and takes a large swallow from his beverage of choice. He then licks his lips to keep the taste in his mouth and staggers as he walks. We can obviously tell that Marcus has had one too many drinks of this Heineken.:

Marcus Menace: Inferno...are you insane?!...do you need your head examined?!.....

.:Marcus Menace stops mid sentence and hits his chest several times, letting out a loud unsanitary burp. Marcus then lifts the bottle of Heineken to his lips and drinks what remains. He then wipes his sweat from off his head and places the empty Heineken bottle on the front steps. Menace then looks over at the camera and smiles.:

Marcus Menace: If you all thought I was drunk...then just like Inferno...you need your head examined. You need your head fixed. Inferno, you just thought that I would call these silly cameramen here and just cut a promo drunk out of my ass...but you thought wrong. So wrong. What...do I look bald to you?...do I look like that other drunk...with that other company who beats on women?...nah, I have much more class than that. Much more than class than that Texas loser.

.:Menace shares a laugh to himself and sits on the front steps of his house. Next to his beer bottle.:

Marcus Menace: See folks, I'm all about leadership by example. I'm all about doing things by the books...and doing things the right way. I'm all about the art of simplicity and telling the truth. Whether it makes me look bad or not.....because in the end, you have got to go back on the history of the sport and go back on the history of the men who competed here and I want all of you to go back one day and say Marcus Menace....that guy always told the truth. I want someone to go back one day and say that Marcus Menace was not arrogant. He was always someone who told it to you straight and did not take up an hour or two to get one simple point across. Because, that is what simplicity is. It's keeping things simple...and getting right to the point...so...why keep all of waiting?

.:Marcus Menace goes into his vest and takes out what looks to be a cigar. He puts it on his ear and goes into another pocket in his vest and takes out a jet black zippo lighter with the initials U.A on the front in gold letters. Marcus grabs the cigar from off of his ear and lights up the cigar...blowing the smoke from it into the cameraman and the camera.:

Marcus Menace: Sometimes, people get in front of a camera and they're scared. They see that little rid light and they get nervous. They shake, get tense and become speechless. Then there are others...who see the camera and they say whatever comes to their brain. Sometimes, they can say what they really don't mean and can misinterpret what others say. Sometimes, some individuals can come in front of these cameras, address the fans and their opponent and come off a bit cocky. They can come off a little bit too arrogant. Sometimes, they can waste a little bit too much time and have their head too far up the clouds...or just up their own ass. What am I getting at?...I'm getting at you...Inferno. In this life, I have always tried to be a humble, modest guy. I have always tried to be the guy who you could talk to and give advice. I have always tried to give respect to those who have came before me...but time and time again, I get sand thrown in my face. Inferno, you threw the sand in my face even when I gave you a compliment. Even when I tried to show you respect and why?...because you are a veteran of the Chaos Heat Zone...and the sport...just like I am. All I wanted to do was say how I felt about you straight from the heart and at the end of this match...whoever won...we would shake hands and go on with our lives. But you could not let me do that...could you?...you had to disrespect me...and EVERYTHING I stand for by telling everyone that I was...fresh meat. You had to disrespect me and boost your ego by putting words in my mouth. You told everyone that I personally said that my friend of ten years Sean Andretti...deserved...and needed to be in a mental institution...and that on Wednesday you are fighting in rememberance of Sean. Inferno, you need to get your facts straight. You need to come back to the planet Earth my friend. You need to get your head examined. Check the facts Inferno. Check the history Inferno. Sean Andretti does not like you. He never has...and he never will and I take offense to the fact that you are trying to be buddy-buddy...when you are not even his buddy. You were never there for Sean Andretti when he was down. You weren't at Stu Hart's dungeon when we first met. You didn't train Sean Andretti...and you were not...and will not...be apart of this rebuilding of the Unholy Alliance. I want you to check the date that I said to everyone that Sean Andretti deserves to be in a mental institution and then when your done with that, I want you to go back and look at this fact. You couldn't even beat Sean Andretti. Yeah, Inferno, I was there. I was in the crowd that night. The night where you blew your chances at the Chaos Heat Zone Tag Team Championships. I was there that night when your chances of bringing Team Extreme back to immortality blew up right in your fucking face. Inferno, you want to talk about you being a man for the people and by the people...like you are on some sort of presidential campaign...but Larry...you are not friends with Andretti like I am...I see through you and I see through this little stint...and you are full of your own bullshit.

.:Marcus Menace pauses, catches his breath and with his cigar still fuming, takes a long hard drag of the cigar and continues.:

Marcus Menace: You speak of all these other issues surrounding you and your life. You rant and you rave and you try to come across as some good guy. Do you think that the viewers feed into the bullshit that spews from that mouth of yours?.....do you believe that a viewer out there will care about you.....and this mockery of a career that is yours?.....I mean wasn't it no more than three weeks ago you were Hardcore Champion.....only to lose the title to Stetas?...give me a fucking break. Inferno, I tried to reason and show you the respect I thought you deserved and I strongly believed you were going to do the same for me but I was wrong. I was sadly mistaken and I should have expected it from a guy such as yourself. You talk about all of these issues such as getting revenge on the Revolution. You speak of the dynamic duo of Steven "The Snoops" Hulin, our owner "The Franchise" Matt Helms, J Stevenson, Ryan Knite and whatever other sad stories you can make of...but the fact of the matter is...you want to be a man?...you want to focus on all of these other problems...but the biggest problem you have to face is...(Beats his chest)...ME!!!!!.....forget about the revenge against Revolution and ways you can beat them on your own...you better thinking of ways of beating me. You underrate me...but Inferno, I'm talented that you think. Inferno, I'm more gifted and I'm more skilled at heart than you can ever imagine. You make things sound so simple, Larry. You make things sound as if you can snap your fingers and it can happen just like that. Inferno, things come with time and I thought even an experienced guy such as yourself would learn that...but I suppose you aren't quite bright there either. I would be lying to you if I said I will end your career on Wednesday Night...but I won't. I know I won't end your career. I know I will have to hear that little feminine voice of yours until you decide to hang up the boots...but there's one thing I do know...and that is, I'm bringing the fight to you...and you are bringing the fight to me. I know that Inferno, you are still immature in this game even though you are a veteran and that you think you know my history...but you have no idea. No...idea.

.:Marcus Menace rises from the front steps of his home and puts out his cigar. Marcus then takes off his Unholy Alliance vest and places it on the steps. Several motorists pass by and knowing who Marcus Menace is, shout threats and obsentities at him while they go by. Marcus makes nothing of this and returns their words with a finger, then turns around so the fans at home can see nothing but the back of Menace's head, the number nine and the word McNair.:

Marcus Menace: I'm a fan of the Tennessee Titans and there's one guy on the team that I compare with on so many levels. That guy is veteran quarterback and most valuable player of this year...Steve McNair. You see, just like me...Steve McNair has so many weapons. Steve McNair can throw a fifty yard touchdown...or he can scramble and get the touchdown also. I...I can beat you in many ways too. Whether it be by submission, by pinfall, by total knockout...what ever it may be but you see the main comparison that is made by me and Steve McNair is injuries...and age. Some say and believe that this year will be the last year of Steve McNair's career, granted that he goes down again. Some believe the same for me. The biggest difference between me and McNair that sets us apart is that I have actually been there. I have been to the promised land. I have been known as a champion before and I have slayed that dragon. Several years ago, McNair came close to being known as a champion...but was cut short...by one yard. Inferno, I'm much like that guy from the Rams. I'm much like that guy from the Saint Louis Rams because...just when you think you have it, just when you think you are there, I come up out of absolutely nowhere and I take it away. I show up and I ruin all of your hopes. I ruin all of your dreams and you are back to square one. After that year...the Tennessee Titans would never be the same and going home with the loss was not easy. Inferno, the main idea of pointing this out to you is...that what they say does not matter. What you say does not matter. What you say has no effect on my life...and does not determine the outcome of our match. The same goes for what I am currently saying to you. I can ruin everyone else's dreams but it does not mean I will ruin yours on Wednesday...but with you so full of your own shit...it is possible. Inferno, you might bring up how you fought...and you are fighting now with torn cartilage in your knee...but then again...who hasn't fought with a banged up knee?...I on the other hand had my ankle completely shattered, was on the road to selling hot dogs for a living...but I persevered and I fought through it and now I'm cleared to wrestle...after being sidelined for about two years. You are nothing but a novice to me...but a novice that is popular I might add. I didn't come here to be popular or to be liked by the people. I came here to make my last stand. I came here to end the legacy that I began nearly ten years ago. I came here to end my career on the right note.

.:Marcus Menace pauses and places his index finger and thumb on his mouth as if he's thinking of what to say next. It does not last long as he goes and sits on the front steps of his house again.:

Marcus Menace: And then you have the nerve to come out of your face and try and tell me that I came to the Chaos Heat Zone for the fame...like I'm some egomaniac. Inferno, I'm not you. I'm not looking for fame. I'm not looking for interviews and money all across the board. I'm looking to get my life back on track and being the successful father that I was before my ankle injury sent everything down the tubes and your so thickheaded and stubborn you would not be able to see that. You would not be able to see that I'm trying to be a man and be responsible and raise a child that can become just as successful as her father. Inferno, you know absolutely nothing about me and my struggle to become the best. I worked hard to get where I am today...and I hold no regrets whatsoever. I'm working my hardest to support my child because I don't want my daughter growing up to be freaks like you. To be freaks who talk to their stomach and talk to inanimate objects and I'm doing this because it's right...and because I love my daughter. You are so confused, you don't know what's fake and what's reality...but Inferno, what's real is me. What's real is the life I live and what's real is the fact that I decided to take up this lifestyle instead of being a fucking bouncer...because this is what I love. This is my passion and until I hit fourty and I retire, this is what I will do. You look at my house, you look at everything that I own...and you tell me that you paved the way for all of this?...you are telling me that without you...the Chaos Heat Zone would not be in business today?...I don't believe that...and I don't believe anything you say. The V.I.P, the limos...all of the special treatment, that is not because of you. That is not because of your talents. Those are because of mine...and I have established a name for myself that deserves this treatment. You speak of taking a bullet for the Chaos Heat Zone...but go around...and ask one person who really cares. No one cares that you took a bullet for the Chaos Heat Zone. Hell, I'm sure someone out there wished you died because of it and that's just the cold hard facts, son. Then we all find out that you have a seven year old son...and his mother never told you...and you are just now figuring this out. Inferno, have you ever thought of the fact that Meghan was too afraid to tell you. Did you ever think that maybe if she told you, you would look at her differently or be the deadbeat dad I know you can be?...or did you ever think she did try to tell you...but you were just too involved with yourself she could not actually tell you?...Inferno, it's pathetic. Pathetic that your own woman could not even confide in you to tell you that you made her pregnant...then waits seven years later. Maybe you two do really deserve each other. Inferno, you think you have it rough...but there are people out there with situations ten times worse. Then, you want to talk about me...and my story. That "story" Inferno...is my life and I don't tell it to sell tickets, I don't tell it to get over with people and I don't tell it so people can cut me slack if I lose...what do you think I look like?...Jose Contreras?

.:The front door of Marcus Menace's house opens and Mitchell Davis walks out with an excited look on his face.:

Mitchell Davis: Oh shit!!!!!

Marcus Menace: What?.....What happened?

Mitchell Davis: Dude...I just found out...that Carlos Beltran is on the Astros.

Marcus Menace: Assmuffin...you just found that out?!

Mitchell Davis: Yeah man...that's awesome news. I'm telling you the 'Stros are going to be the champions this year.

Marcus Menace: It's a little too early...don't you think?

Mitchell Davis: Nope.

Marcus Menace: We are not even half way through the season...and the Astros are not even in first place.

Mitchell Davis: So?

Marcus Menace: What do you want Mitchell?

Mitchell Davis: Well...that wasn't the reason I came out here. It's been a year since I first took full ownership of Insane Impact Wrestling...but Marcus...when are we going to do this merger of your company and mine?

Marcus Menace: I don't know.

Mitchell Davis: Let me know before the weekend is up man...I got to be in Atlanta for the show Tuesday.

Marcus Menace: Alright, we will do it. World Heavyweight Wrestling and Insane Impact Wrestling will collide and make World Insane Impact Wrestling. One of the best damn independent wrestling federations on the map. Give me the paperwork and we will get it done.

Mitchell Davis: Okay. I was on my way out, I'll go get the papers, come back here and we will make it offical.

Marcus Menace: Alright.

Mitchell Davis: See ya later, Double M.

Marcus Menace: Later, Mitch.

.:Marcus Menace and Mitchell Davis slap each other a five and go their seperate ways. Mitchell Davis walks down the front steps and goes to his vehicle as Marcus Menace picks up his beer bottle and heads inside. The cameras fade.:

[Elsewhere.....]

.:The cameras open up on the face of Aaron "The Truth". We pull back even further to see that he is handcuffed to a bed in nothing but his underwear. Aaron apparently has his eyes closed and has no idea what is going on...until a fat...well, actually obese woman in lingerie appears in front of the camera.:

Woman: Open your eyes, sweety.

.:Aaron finally opens his eyes and sees that he's laying in her bed with his underwear on. He then looks up and sees the woman smiling at him and freaks out.:

Aaron "The Truth": Who the hell are you?!...where the hell am I?!...get me out of here!!!!!

Woman: Baby, calm down. I found you lying in a ditch and I decided to take you in. Your so cute.

Aaron "The Truth": If you saw me lying in a ditch, why didn't you leave me there!!!!!

Woman: Aww, don't worry...momma's gonna make it all better.

Aaron "The Truth": NOOOOO!!!!!!!!

.:Aaron kicks and screams as the woman smiles and places a shirt over the camera. The scene goes to static and the cameras fade.:

[From the Inside.....]

"Two years ago, my career was almost ended in Phoenix. Two years later, I return to the same city but to start it over again and to get my life back to respectibility once more. What actually happens on Wild?...you tune in to find out."