[Clearing the Air]
You just don't get it.

Grotesque; noun
A style of decorative art characterized by fanciful or fantastic human and animal forms often interwoven with foliage or similar figures that may distort the natural into absurdity, ugliness, or caricature.

.:The cameras open up and a white piece of clothing...possibly a t-shirt...is covering the camera. Through the t-shirt we can hear Luther Vandross' "You are my lady" but no movements that can identify human life. The song comes to a conclusion and the t-shirt slowly slides off of the camera. We can see that the cameras picked up to the place where so many fans and Americans were disturbed. The cameras are at the bedroom of the woman we saw before and she is with Aaron. Also known as "The Truth". They are laying down in her bed and in the attempt to save ratings and to also save vomit, they are under sheets. The woman is laying next to Aaron who at the moment looks...traumatized.:

Woman: Did you like that, Aaron?

Aaron "The Truth": No.....that was by far.....the most mortifing moment of my life!!!!!

Woman: Aww, that's not true. You enjoyed it...as much as I did.

Aaron "The Truth": When you said you found me in a ditch.....why didn't you leave me there?!!!!!

Woman: Why do you keep asking me that?

Aaron "The Truth": Because...I'm starting to miss that ditch.

Woman: Aww, your so sweet.

Aaron "The Truth": Alright...now this is getting out of hand. This charade has gone on for long. This is just grotesque. Get a grip on yourself damnit. I'm out of here.

.:Aaron hops out of the bed, picks up his clothes and runs out of the room. The woman gets up, runs after "The Truth" but fails in the attempt as Aaron is already at the door and the woman is just about to come down the stairs.:

Woman: But Aaron...you are not dressed.

Aaron "The Truth": (Shrugs) I'll get dressed on the corner.

Woman: Let me come with you.

Aaron "The Truth": No.

Woman: I'm coming.

Aaron "The Truth": Not with that on your not.

Woman: Yes I am. Watch me.

Aaron "The Truth": AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

.:The feminine yell of "The Truth" echoes throughout the woman's house and he escapes her house with his clothes in hand as the obese woman runs down the stairs slow as molasses. "The Truth" runs down the sidewalk in nothing but his underwear, hops on the back of what appears to be a pick-up truck and laughs at the woman as she tries to keep up with him. She runs and is unsuccessful as the pick-up truck speeds past a green light. She then walks back to her house to try and save herself the embarrassment. This disturbing moment is officially done...and the cameras fade.:

Happenstance; noun
An event that happens by chance.

.:For the third time this week, the cameras open up at the house of Marcus Menace's. This time we are treated with the cool, calm, comfortable feeling of air conditioning and a slight tour of his home. The scene appears to be at the dining room of Marcus' once more and the cameras move to the living room where Marcus Menace, a woman...possibly his wife...and a small female toddler are sitting on the couch watching television. The movie of choice for this day is 'Shrek' and the three viewers watching the movie seem to be enjoying it. Several minutes pass and a simultaneous laugh is passed through the three viewers. Smiles are shared and they appear to be having a good time watching this film. The toddler...who currently sits in between Marcus Menace and the woman on the far right...yawns and then falls asleep on the woman's lap. The woman smiles at the toddler and places her right hand on her head moving it back and setting it straight. The woman then takes her focus off of the toddler, smiles at Marcus...who returns a hearty smile back at her...and she gives him a kiss. The woman gets up and puts the small child on her shoulder while she is sleeping. Marcus Menace gets up from the couch, gives a kiss to the woman on the cheek and then gives a kiss to the toddler who is fast asleep on her shoulder.:

Marcus Menace: I guess Gloria is more tired than we thought, Sharon.

Sharon: Yeah. I suppose Shrek does things like that to you.

Marcus Menace: (Laughs) Hopefully my baby won't be having anymore of those nightmares.

Sharon: Yeah. Gloria sure has grown a lot over these years. She's getting heavy.

Marcus Menace: It's not Gloria getting heavy, Sharon. It's you becoming weak.

.:Sharon...who we now know as Marcus Menace's wife, hits him in the shoulder.:

Marcus Menace: Ow, what was that for?

Sharon: Nothing, Marcus.

Marcus Menace: I love you, Sharon.

Sharon: I love you, Marcus. Hey look, I'm going to go and put her to bed now and when I come back, we can do whatever we want.

Marcus Menace: I like the sound of that. I'll miss you.

Sharon: I'll be upstairs if you need me.

.:Sharon and Marcus stare at each other and give one another a final kiss as Sharon walks up the stairs carrying her hand and Marcus look at them before they fade away. Marcus then looks back at the television, grabs the remote and proceeds to change it...but the door bell rings. He puts the remote down on the coffee table and jogs to the front door. Marcus opens the front door and standing in front of him is none other than fellow Unholy Alliance member Mitchell Davis. Both men slap each other a five and Marcus invites him inside to the living room.:

Marcus Menace: So, what's up Mitch?...anything new?

Mitchell Davis: Nah. Not at the moment.

Marcus Menace: What happened to you yesterday, you said you were going to be out...but I didn't think you were going to be out that long.

Mitchell Davis: I just went...drove out to Houston to see a couple of my good friends and we just had an awesome time.

Marcus Menace: What did you guys do?

Mitchell Davis: Nothing...just caught up on the old times. It had been awhile since I was in the Houston area. Things sure do look different down there.

Marcus Menace: I don't go down there normally...but it's a good town. Nice city.

Mitchell Davis: Yeah.

Marcus Menace: Well, at least you had a good time.

Mitchell Davis: That's for sure.

.:Mitchell Davis nods his head and then looks at the clipboard that he brung with him to Marcus Menace's house. Mitchell then looks over at the television...which is still on the movie Shrek.:

Mitchell Davis: Shrek?...that's what you do with your time?

Marcus Menace: No...of course not.

Mitchell Davis: Then what do you do?

Marcus Menace: I take care of my precious daughter...ass-muffin.

Mitchell Davis: Oh...yeah. Gloria. How is she doing?

Marcus Menace: Gloria...she's fine. She's coming along well. She's gotten bigger from the last time you saw her.

Mitchell Davis: Really?...where is she...I want to see her.

Marcus Menace: Sharon took her upstairs. To sleep.

Mitchell Davis: She's sleep already?

Marcus Menace: Yeah. We were watching Shrek together and well...she just fell asleep.

Mitchell Davis: Wow.

Marcus Menace: Why do you sound so intrigued?...dude...she's only five.

Mitchell Davis: Yeah...I know. Man, I remember when I was five. I.....

Marcus Menace: Mitch?

Mitchell Davis: Yeah?

Marcus Menace: Save your stories.

Mitchell Davis: Will do.

.:Mitchell Davis picks up his clipboard that was sitting next to him on the couch...and looks whatever the papers on the clipboard is...over. Mitchell goes into the pocket of his shorts and pulls out a blue pen.:

Mitchell Davis: So...Marcus, with the time you have on your hands now with your daughter sleeping, you wanna go out and do something?

Marcus Menace: No, not now.

Mitchell Davis: Why not?

Marcus Menace: I have a lot on my agenda today, Mitch...and it requires that contract you got on that clipboard over there.

Mitchell Davis: How do you know that there is a contract on the clipboard?

Marcus Menace: Mitchell...look at me...does it look like I was born last night?

Mitchell Davis: Well...no.

Marcus Menace: See Mitch, you need to stop beating around the bush. I'm not going to bite you.

Mitchell Davis: Yeah. So...are you ready to do this?

Marcus Menace: Yeah, I'm ready. The question is...are you ready?

Mitchell Davis: Hell yeah.

Marcus Menace: So, you know that with that contract you got there this combines our two companies into one.....right?

Mitchell Davis: Yeah, I know.

Marcus Menace: And...you know that I-I-W is no longer right?...that we are now the W-I-I-W...and...Marcus...do you also know that when...you and I...sign on the dotted line right there...that we both own W-I-I-W. That there is not one owner. There is two. That we are splitting this down the line. Fifty-fifty. That when we both sign on the dotted line...I cannot make a move for the company without your approval...and you cannot make a move with W-I-I-W without my approval. Do you understand what I am telling you?...do you understand what transpires once this merger is complete?

Mitchell Davis: Yeah man...I understand. This was my idea...remember?

Marcus Menace: Well...if you insist. Let's do the damn thing.

Mitchell Davis: Let's go.

.:Mitchell Davis is excited about the thought of the merger and rubs his hands together while smiling. He picks up the clipboard and the blue pen from off of the coffee table, flips past the pages and comes to the very last where there are two dotted lines on the bottom. Mitchell Davis looks over at Marcus Menace and gives him a thumbs up. Then he takes the pen and puts his signature on the paper. After signing, Mitchell flips the papers back, places it on the coffee table and turns it towards Marcus Menace. He then holds his arm out with the pen pointing from his hand, waiting for Marcus to grab it.:

Mitchell Davis: Well...there's my John Hancock. Time for you to show yours.

Marcus Menace: Hey...no homosexual references in my house!

Mitchell Davis: Cut the bullshit, Menace. You gonna sign the thing or not?

Marcus Menace: Yeah, yeah. I'm on it.

.:Marcus Menace moves forward and grabs the pen from the hand of Mitchell Davis. Menace takes the clipboard and the contract from the coffee table and looks over the fine print. Marcus then reaches the final page where Mitchell Davis already has his signature and slowly brings his pen to the final dotted line where he is supposed to sign. Marcus looks at the contract and then puts it on his lap.:

Mitchell Davis: What now?

Marcus Menace: You sure you want to do this?

Mitchell Davis: Yeah. I signed the contract, now didn't I?

Marcus Menace: Yeah...well.....

Mitchell Davis: Well...what?...your having second thoughts about this, Marcus?...because if you are, we can always do this another day. Or drop it alltogether.

Marcus Menace: No...no...I said I was up for this...so we are going to go through with it.

Mitchell Davis: I don't want to seem like I'm pressuring you.

Marcus Menace: You aren't, damnit. Just let me think for a moment.

Mitchell Davis: Alright...take your time.

.:Mitchell Davis sits back on the couch and looks at Marcus Menace who is looking at the contract with fierce concentration. Marcus nods, shrugs his shoulders and then signs his signature on the contract, making the merger official. Marcus flips the paperwork of the contract back over and puts the contract and the pen on the coffee table. Both men then rise to their feet.:

Mitchell Davis: I knew you would make the right decision.

Marcus Menace: Yeah, whatever.

Mitchell Davis: It's a pleasure doing business with you, Marcus.

Marcus Menace: Same here.

.:Both men meet face to face and extend their hands out for a business handshake.:

Mitchell Davis: This is history in the making...I guarantee it.

Marcus Menace: I could not agree with you more.

.:Marcus Menace walks from the living room to the kitchen and opens the refrigerator, looking for refreshments while Mitchell Davis lingers in the dining room looking over the contract that Marcus Menace and himself just signed.:

Mitchell Davis: So...Marcus...what are you doing for the rest of the day?

Marcus Menace: I'm going to be busy in a few minutes.

.:Marcus Menace closes the refrigerator and takes out two bottles of Gatorade. He opens his bottle and then tosses the other to Mitchell Davis.:

Mitchell Davis: Thanks. So, what are you going to busy doing?

Marcus Menace: There's a couple of things I have on my mind. Several things that I would like to get off of my chest. I just have to "clear the air" with a certain individual...so I will be working on that.

Mitchell Davis: Clearing the air with someone eh?.....who would that someone be?

Marcus Menace: Take a wild guess.

.:Mitchell Davis strokes his goatee, then drinks his Gatorade.:

Mitchell Davis: I don't know. I'm stumped.

Marcus Menace: Well...it doesn't matter anyway.

Mitchell Davis: Okay. So...I tell ya what...how about tommorrow we go out and do something?

Marcus Menace: Can't.

Mitchell Davis: What are you doing tommorrow?

Marcus Menace: I'm flying out to New York City today. I'm going to be on the radio tommorrow.

Mitchell Davis: Where?...I'll look out for you.

Marcus Menace: I'm going to be on the Mike and the Mad Dog program. Should be exciting.

Mitchell Davis: What's that?

Marcus Menace: Sports talk radio. I'm pumped up to be there tommorrow afternoon.

Mitchell Davis: What time?

Marcus Menace: Sometime around three maybe. If you need me...just hit me up on the cell phone.

Mitchell Davis: I could do that.

Marcus Menace: But...what about Tuesday...what are you doing on that day?

.:Mitchell Davis drinks his Gatorade and ponders the question.:

Mitchell Davis: Can't do on that day.

Marcus Menace: What are you doing that day?

Mitchell Davis: Hospital.

Marcus Menace: For?

Mitchell Davis: To visit Linda.

Marcus Menace: She's still in the hospital?...how is the recovery coming along?

Mitchell Davis: It's coming along pretty well. She should be out in a couple of weeks.

Marcus Menace: Sweet.

Mitchell Davis: Yeah...well...you have business to take care of...so...I'm going to be heading off.

Marcus Menace: Where?

Mitchell Davis: I'll probably go back down to Houston...but if I don't speak to you tommorrow or Tuesday...then I guess I'll see you in Phoenix then.

Marcus Menace: For WILD...correct?

Mitchell Davis: Alright. That is fine with me.

Marcus Menace: Okay. You got it.

Mitchell Davis: Later, Mark.

Marcus Menace: See you around, Mitch.

.:Mitchell Davis drinks off the remaining bit of his Gatorade and tosses the bottle to Marcus Menace, who throws it in the trash. Both men walk towards the front door and when they finally reach it, Mitchell Davis opens and exits the door...but not before the two men engage in giving each other a five. Mitchell Davis then walks down the front steps and Marcus Menace shuts the door close. He locks up the door and walks to the living room where the ending credits of Shrek is now on the screen. Marcus rolls his eyes at the credits and turns the television off. He then makes his way to the kitchen where his Gatorade bottle sits on the kitchen table and puts the remaining Gatorade that lies in his bottle back into the refrigerator. Marcus then rolls his neck, grabs a pair of shades that lies on the kitchen counter and opens the sliding back door that leads to the backyard. On this day, the weather is hot and humid...but it is also bearable. Menace sighs and walks toward one of the light green tables with an umbrella that sits in the grass. Marcus then walks to the table and pulls up one of the green folding chairs that surrounds the table. He then takes a seat on the folding chair and leans back in it, enjoying the weather and the Texas heat. Marcus then reaches for his Tennessee Titans hat that sits on the table next to an ashtray and puts it on...followed by his silver shades. What is quite funny about this is Marcus Menace does not match with what he currently has on. Marcus Menace is wearing a red and white Canadian Sensation hockey jersey, a pair of red shorts and a pair of black house slippers. Marcus sits back and enjoys the scenery before sitting up and addressing the camera.:

Marcus Menace: Folks, here we are again. Once again, we are drawn to this point and all eyes are on me. But...I realize that this business is not for pansies. That this job is not one that is clean and one that is easy and that most importantly...this job ain't for the weak at heart. However, after I finished speaking the other day, I had expected change. I expected things to come from Inferno a little bit differently. I expected a little bit of originality. But maybe I had set my expectations for Inferno a little too high. Maybe I had the thought that maybe...just maybe...in the mind of Inferno...he would finally see things my way and come around. That maybe he would show that same respect to me as I did to him...but just as I was wrong, and you were wrong also Inferno. Inferno...Larry...whatever you would like to be called...you just don't see things my way. You just don't get the point of what I am trying to say to you. You just don't get it.

.:Marcus Menace nods his head and places his left hand on his forehead, slowly rubbing it. Marcus puts his head up, takes off his silver shades and places them on the table.:

Marcus Menace: Inferno...just what exactly is wrong with you?...are you that slow?...do you not see the picture that I am trying to point out to you?...what do you need for me to do...huh?...do you want for me to write the point that I am trying to make out on a black board?...do you want for me to explain what I am trying to say in another language?...or how about I just write out everything I say on a cue card and mail to you?...you just don't get my point. You just don't understand what I am trying to do and it is sad really...considering the fact that I am explaining everything in clear english.

.:Marcus Menace shares a laugh to himself.:

Marcus Menace: Inferno...once again, you bring up your issues with the Revolution...instead of paying attention to me. Now, I will admit...you did say some things that offended me...and you did anger me...but your words have no effect on my life. Your words have no effect of what I am trying to do. I realize that whatever you say are lies. I realize that every little sentence that comes from that face of yours means nothing...and that they are all cliche's. I am not feeding into whatever you say...because I know the truth...and you know the truth too. Inferno, you are a funny guy indeed...and you should win the comedian of the year award my friend. You went to the American West Arena in Phoenix and you had your fair share of words. Too many too recall...but what you did was try to be a smartass. You tried to be a tough guy and sound all macho for your son. You tried to mock me and my art of simplicity...but you failed...and you only looked foolish in the end. All you did with your mouth was cash a check your ass can't cash. Cliche?...yeah. I think your tricks are starting to rub off on me, Inferno. Inferno...you tried to be tough and trash my art of simplicity by saying I spoke for thirty minutes...but damnit you ask around...those were the best thirty minutes of cable television...and hell your words were so boring, you put your own son to sleep. You see, the more you speak Inferno...the more I begin to like you...and the more my love for you grows...the more I begin to hate your spirit and the more I wish Wednesday would roll around. The more I see you...and I see your son...the more I wish you would stop pointing out the obvious.

.:Marcus Menace leans back and kicks off his black slippers.:

Marcus Menace: Inferno...I know how this business works. You are speaking to a twelve year veteran. A guy who knows a thing or two about spilling blood, sweat and tears for the betterment of a corperation. I don't spend my time beating my chest...talking about Tarzan...or putting the viewers to sleep with my words. I don't spend my time making worthless condom commericals...or giving out empty...meaningless threats days away from an event. Inferno...I know that to earn stripes within a company that I have to start at the very bottom. I know that to be on the top of the mountain that I have to work hard and put in time and I'm willing to do that. I know that with this sport...and with life in general...it is like crabs in a barrel. That with each crab that climbs to the top of the barrel...another crab heads down to the bottom. Inferno, you are telling me everything that I know already. Everything that I am trying to implant into your thick skull. You try to tell me that you are not boring...but your son falls asleep on you. You try to tell me...you are going to beat the living hell out of me...and reinjure me...but I know it is not going to occur. You try to tell me...that you told everyone about your knee so I could not make an excuse for...if I lose...and finally you try to tell everyone about making a group to counter Revolution...and about...respect.

.:Marcus Menace smirks.:

Marcus Menace: My...my...my...how all of these falls directly into place. Inferno, you spend your time trying to rally up everyone in the Chaos Heat Zone...you spend your time trying to tell everyone that the Revolution is nothing but poison in the Chaos Heat Zone...that you are making a group to save the future of the CHZ. You believe that in the end...the Revolution will be nothing but the demise of the Chaos Heat Zone...and that your call to all arms will be answered. Well Inferno, I just cut the chord on your little plan. I just put an end to that plan...but it is also funny...how you are so..."respected"...but no one in this company believes you...or your ludicrous plan. Inferno, the only hyprocite that lies in this company is you. You talk about respect...you talk about walking into a steel cage match with Stetas...but Inferno, let me ask you something...did you actually win that match?...did you actually come out on top with your hand raised in victory?.....Inferno, you were right. I have never wrestled a match in the Chaos Heat Zone. I have never experienced the Chaos that this company has to offer first hand...but I am sure if I did...I could handle it much better than you can. I know what it is like to reach the promised land...but what do you do Inferno?...you reinvent...and you reinvent...and you reinvent some more. But in the end...where has all this reinventing gotten you?...what have you accomplished by reinventing yourself?...what you have accomplished by doing this...is exactly what you said what I have accomplished in the Chaos Heat Zone. Jack...shit. And what is your excuse for your failure?..."I'm burnt out". You know Inferno, thinking back on it, I feel a little bad showing you that gallon of respect I gave you...knowing that you never even deserved it. I mean, you want to talk about respect...then we can do that. I mean...after all, everyone in the Chaos Heat Zone respects you right?...right?...right?.....no.....once again.....you are wrong.

.:Marcus Menace takes off his Tennessee Titans hat and then leans back in his folding chair once more.:

Marcus Menace: Inferno, you are so respected right?...then why when you stepped out and took a bullet for this company...and could have died mind you...you got your release papers. You didn't get any ballons...or any get well cards...you got the boot. Or how about when you were telling everyone about joining up with you to go against the Revolution...why hasn't anyone stepped up...called you and said yeah I'm in. Respect?...no...that's disrespect my friend. You don't get respect by the length of when you are in an organization. You don't get respect for what opponents you have faced...no...you get respect for what you have done...and what impact you have made. I know that I have not made an impact so far...but Inferno...you have been with the Chaos Heat Zone for four years. Four years you claim...that you have been kicking ass...non-stop. There you go again Inferno...another lie. You want to talk about how you are respected in this company...then why everytime you mention the Revolution...they pay you no attention. They don't even give you the time of day. Now...you should be privileged Inferno...because I am giving my time of day. I decided to step outside and speak of you...but the Revolution?...they don't even see you in their sights. They don't even see you as a threat...and they see you as for what I see you as. Nothing but a washed up never been. Inferno...you speak of how you have been in this company for four years and you have been everywhere with the Chaos Heat Zone. How you have fought the best of the best...and how you have defeated the best of the best. You claim that...but I see no world championship on your resume. You speak of yourself so highly...you talk about yourself and call yourself the King of Extreme...but you have never been to the top. You have never seen...or held the World Championship. Maybe in your dreams you have...but in the real world...in reality...you have yet to claim that. You have yet to say that you have been there. You have yet to say that you were top dog...or that were on the top of the mountain looking down on everyone else. I on the other hand can claim that feat...and Inferno, in this business...until you can say you have held the world championship, until you can claim and prove you are a champion...then your call of arms mean nothing. Until then Inferno...the lack of respect from me stays that way. Now Inferno, you are standing alone and you are out in the rain...and nobody gives a shit. In this company Inferno...you have to learn to do things on your own. You have to learn to do things on your own terms and get even with people on your own time. Now...I did not mean to embarrass you this way...or show you this much disrespect...but Inferno, you brought this on yourself. I was probably the last person in this organization that showed you respect, but you kicked sand in my face. I could not stand for that...and as a man...I will not stand for that. I won't stand around and let some no nothing try and put words in my mouth. I won't stand around and let some childish, arrogant prick try and dictate my career...or place words in my mouth. Inferno, you still stand by your decision to fight for Sean Andretti...but just let it be known, it means nothing to Sean Andretti...and your attempts to be friends with Sean will mean nothing either. You see Inferno you spoke about Meghan and her life about how what I said about her probably being scared to tell you about her being pregnant was total bullshit...but that chapter is over with. I don't dwell on that. I dwell on the moment when everything seemed fine and perfect...until you spoke about...Sharon.

.:Marcus Menace gains a look on his face that is filled with anger and continues his focus on the camera.:

Marcus Menace: Inferno, why did you do that?...why did you try and make it seem like my wife Sharon is a whore?...Inferno, what is your deal huh?...are you jealous that my gorgeous wife does not even compare to Meghan?...or is it the fact that my beautiful wife actually talks to me on a daily basis?...how about that other fact of her telling me she is pregnant...instead of her waiting seven years later. Inferno, are you jealous that Gloria, Sharon and I are a happy family...while your family is rotting?...you try to call my wife a whore but what exactly makes her a whore?...the fact that she loves me to death?...the fact that we have a family and that we would do anything to protect our daughter?...or how about that fact that my daughter could be the next Marion Jones, or the next Beyonce...or the next Serena Williams...or the next Mia Hamm?...you would just love to live a life like mine. You just envy me...and that is why you called my wife a whore. You thought the comment would get to me. You thought that calling my wife a whore would set me off...but it did no such thing...because just like I mentioned earlier...I know the truth...and you are full of it. You might have had the first words...but I will get the last laugh.

.:Marcus reaches over, grabs his Tennessee Titans hat and puts it on with pride.:

Marcus Menace: The Tennessee Titans. Not only did you trash me...my wife...but you trashed my team. As if I did not know they sucked. I know that we are bad...and that we might very well be giving away the best running back in NFL history...but I still continue to root for them and why?...because I am a fan. But Inferno...who is your team?...the San Diego Chargers?...or how about my favorite...(Trys to hold back laughter)...the Arizona Cardinals?...or maybe you are one of those bandwagon fans. Whatever the case is...whatever your team is...I doubt they are of any good. But while we are talking of sports, while we are on the subject of teams...I will give you another comparison, Inferno...because you really hammered me with the last one. Oh yes you did. You got me good.

.:Menace puts a hand over his mouth to try and keep his laughter behind.:

Marcus Menace: But all jokes and sarcasm aside, you want a comparison, Inferno, you got it. You see...what I am...I am like that team that resides in the Bronx. I am like that team you all love to hate and you hate to love. I am like that evil empire that you hate because even though you hate and discriminate...you can not help but give us respect and give us love. I am like that team because even though I have so much history, so much prestige, it is hard to compare. You see Inferno...I'm like them damn Yankees and I am very much like Yankees Stadium. I'm like Yankees Stadium because inside I am old...but even though I am old...I hold history...and I hold knowledge. You take a look at the history of the Yankees throughout the years and the ballplayers that played in the Bronx...Babe Ruth, Mickie Mantle, Yogi Berra, Derek Jeter, Roger Clemens, Andy Pettitte, Joe Dimaggio, Roger Maris, Reggie Jackson...the list goes on. You take a look at that history...and point out one man...one man that has not made an impact. Point out one man on that list that does not deserve to be in the hall of fame for their acheivements. Inferno, I am much like this ballclub. I hold history that you can not even describe...but Inferno, what you are...you are much like the Atlanta Braves. The Atlanta Braves, they had their hey-day. The Atlanta Braves they had hall of famers...but not nearly as much as the New York Yankees. You compare to the Atlanta Braves...because time and time again...you have came close to the promised land...you have came close to being known as champion...but you have failed and who did you fail to?...you failed to those damn Yankees. Oh yeah...remember 1996?...remember 1999?...you had the competition to win it all but you didn't. You are like the Braves because you were once good...but now your time in the sun has passed. How can you reclaim glory when your core of players are not there any more?...Tom Glavine...he is no longer there. Greg Maddox?...he is not there either and soon enough with time...you won't be here either.

.:Marcus Menace rises from his folding chair, does a long stretch and then puts his Tennessee Titans hat back on the table. He then stands up straight and looks at the camera from the corner of his eye with a slight smirk.:

Marcus Menace: See Inferno, all that time I wasted, I'm starting to become like you. Well...there goes my self-esteem.

.:Marcus Menace laughs to himself and puts on his black slippers. From far away we can hear the sound of a car pulling up to the house. Marcus Menace then walks from his backyard, through the driveway and to the front of the house. At the front of the house we see a black van with the letters "PWW" on the side near the back. Marcus brings his hand towards his face and sees a man from the drivers side exit the vehicle and go to the back of the van. From the passengers side we see a woman in casual clothing who looks quite familiar. The driver who just came from the back of the van hands the woman a microphone and the driver places a camera on his shoulders. A confused look comes across the face of Marcus Menace.:

Marcus Menace: Who the fuck is this?

.:The look of confusion that was once on the face of Marcus Menace soon fades to anger as the woman and the cameraman approach his home...and we soon know who the familiar looking woman is.:

Marcus Menace: Jennifer?!...again?!...how the hell did she...where.....oh...my...fucking...God.

.:Jennifer and the cameraman then walks up the front steps and Jennifer gets ready to stick a microphone in Marcus' face but he looks at the two individuals with a confused look.:

Marcus Menace: Wait, what are you doing here?

Jennifer: You didn't give us our interview in Denver, so we found your address and thought it would be alright if we conducted the interview here.

Marcus Menace: If you couldn't get an interview in Denver, what made you think you could come to my home and get an interview in Texas?

Jennifer: I'm not sure. But we really need this interview with you Marcus.

Marcus Menace: Well...you are not getting it.

Jennifer: Please?

.:Jennifer gets a hold of Marcus' hand and holds on to it, looking into his eyes waiting for the answer yes but as she is holding his hand, Marcus pulls back.:

Marcus Menace: Get the hell off of me.

Jennifer: So, that means I will get the interview?

Marcus Menace: What part of no...didn't you understand?

Jennifer: The no.

Marcus Menace: Wow...you really are dumb...aren't you?

Jennifer: No...but we are not leaving until we get this interview.

Marcus Menace: Fine...have it your way.

.:Marcus Menace yanks the microphone from Jennifer and launches it once more at a car...shattering the glass. The car alarm goes off and Jennifer does not seem fazed.:

Jennifer: I'm not falling for that this time.

Marcus Menace: Okay. Hey cameraman...turn the camera off.

Cameraman: Why do I?.....

Marcus Menace: Turn the fucking camera off.

Cameraman: I'm not.....

Marcus Menace: Turn the fucking camera off.....NOW!!!!!

Cameraman: NO!!!!!

Marcus Menace: So...now after you both trespass on private property...you won't follow my rules...damnit I said turn the camera......

.:Marcus Menace stares at the cameraman and lunges at the man taking him down to the concrete below him. Jennifer, the interview woman screams at the top of her lungs but Marcus shoves her to the ground for her troubles. Marcus Menace then picks up the camera that belongs to the cameraman and then throws it full force at their van...sending it into a thousand pieces. Marcus then looks over at the other camera that belongs to CHZ and stares right at the lens.:

Marcus Menace: Turn this shit off. NOW!!!!!

.:The camera man cooperates...and the cameras fade.: