Can one understand what life is really about? Your daily life consists of waking up, taking a shower, or one hopes taking a shower. Kissing your wife, girlfriend, or stuffed animal. You get into your car, drive to your job, that is probably a job that has no future. Go to work, get on your phone, computer or whatever you need to mobilize your work at your place of employment, at your place of payment. You go on lunch, eat some food to make yourself more productive at work. Go back to the job, take a nap at the desk, or behind the wheel or again whatever it is that you do. Get your shit done and go home. Kiss your wife, girlfriend, dog, cat, stuffed animal. You have some dinner, watch the game, watch some show, some drama, or porno and go to bed. You get up...and your life takes the same cycle all over again. It can and will make anyone want to SCREAM. Can you go on continuing with your life like this? Can you go on knowing that your life is nothing but an endless circle of the same thing, not including the weekends. Well, if you can't...your in the right place, your going to find out your answer...and that......take a shot of Southern Comfort and say fuck it, because you are going to be doing this for the rest of your life and you better get used to it...because I am, and I am ready to show the world who I am......

Our scene opens with a shot of a small doorway. The door is red, with a red trim around it. Their is a brass knocker in the center of the door, with a nameplate in white above the knocker, however nothing is filled in. The door opens very slowly and a dark hallway comes into view. The carpeting is a dark blue, their is a shoe rack against the wall, with various pairs of shoes. Their is another door, and it opens, light explodes into the darkened hallway. The hallways that was one a paradise for darkness has been tarnished with the lights. A form appears in the doorway, a woman, seems to be about 270 pounds with a sunflower dress on. A very plump face, a well proportioned body, in all the wrong places, if you know what im saying. She has a big smile on her face and looks over at the open doorway..

 Mystery Woman: Oh my god! Look it who is it! I haven't seen you in the longest time baby! How are you!

CT: Mom...what the fuck. You see me every freaking weak. I bring you some money, you hug me, and then you call your drug dealer. We know how this works. 

CT Mom: What, you saying I use your money, that you saved from using Tim's drug dealers, and saying that I am doing drugs? What the fuck is your problem? Tim not sucking your Johnson enough for you?

CT: Again, for the 2,985,234 time...he doesn't suck my Johnson. I am a P I M P. I get other people to suck my Johnson. Like you know, Hos or bitches, or sluts. Not Tim "The LADIES man" Jones. 

CT Mom: Does it burn when you pee?

CT: Mom....look, your fucked up. 

CT Mom: Why do you say that baby? Im not fucked up. I think...I think i look damn good, black and sexy is me. Remember does days I was in the porno business? 

CT: I try not to.

CT Mom: You have to be so damn negative...where the fuck is my damn money boy? Its time you payed me back for all those years you lived in my roof. 

CT: If you kept your fucking legs shut bitch, you wouldn't have to worry about me living in your house, you fucking whore.

CT Mom: CT what the hell...has gotten in to you?!?

CT: You know what bitch, im so sick and tired of your bullshit! Give me this, give me that, like your a fucking cheap Barbara Streisand . Who the fuck is she to order people around, and who the fuck are you to order people around. I am your own son, your flesh and blood and would die for you. All you treat me is like a fucking sewer rat. You use my money to buy coke and cock, and you wonder why your broke. Mom, I did love you, now your just a waste of my time. Tim would love me more than you, and he is just my employer. He takes me out for food, out for beers, all on him. He just signed another lucrative contract, and I be damned if any of the WPW money is going to drugs, get your ass into rehab and I will come back to see you.

CT Mom: Wha....but but....

CT spins out of the room and slams the door shut and heads out down the dark hallway and through the red door and out into the cold December night. Heading down the black pavement of his mothers driveway complex, he gets into his limo. Tim is in the back sleeping next to another woman that he picked up at the local strip club, 24 Cart Gold. CT gets into the front seat of the limo and puts into drive and pulls away from the complex. Getting his barring back together, he takes it to a mall, and parks it their. Tim wakes up and has CT take the girl home. CT looks back and talks to Tim as he begins his drive out of Buffalo, towards Cheektowaga, and the Buffalo Niagara Airport. 

CT: Tim, man....my mom, uggg....I still love her, even thou I say so much shit about her, but still, to this day, she still pisses me off. I just want to help her. 

Tim Jones: I know dude, but you can't always get what you want. I loved your mom since I met you on that street corner, but I always thought she was a tad out their....now I know why you were on that street corner. 

CT: See, the crack was a release valve. Without the crack, weed, hydro, I would have killed that bitch a long time ago. 

Tim Jones: I can see your point. I am going to be needing a bottle of Southern this week....I got one hell of a match. Who would have thought using our limo to help the president would land us in a hardcore title match. I already got a phone call from Jaguar wishing me luck in the match. I just wanted to tell him during my speech, thank you, so remind me to do that. 

CT: Can do boss.....um...HOLLY SHIT FUCK!

The limo swerves rapidly. Tim falls against the side of the limo and smacks his head. He bitches as the limo goes through a stop sign and lays to rest on the grass...with the 2 wheels laying in the fountain outside the airport. Tim gets out of the limo and looks around....and shakes his head. 

Tim Jones: CT.....god, just get a fucking bottle of Jack out of the trunk, leave it here, and lets get out this place, now. Get the limo into freight and lets get on the plane. I mean damn....we just can't go one day can we?

CT places a bottle of Jack Daniels by the fountain and takes care of the limo. Tim walks into the airport and gets situated in the smokers room for Delta Airlines and lights up a Marb Red. Looking around the room, he has the camera set up for his interview....

Tim Jones: Im back baby...in my element. Hardcore. I live in the pain of hardcore. I revel in the fact of going threw glass. Breaking 2X4 over my back, head and neck. Im going to revel, love, enjoy and create a new fighter in this pain. I have had some classics where we bleed. Ask Lonewolf, I made him bleed almost internally, and he did the same to me, and he beat me. Yes, I can be beat. I am vulnerable. You put a bottle of Southern, or bottle of Jack in my locker room, and a hot woman, I will be weak, I will be drunk. But for those who want to try....well I am more violent when I am drunk. 12 men, 11 not counting myself will head into this house. The snow will probably lace the ground, the night will be upon us, Santa will be going from roof top to roof top. The tucked into their beds, the adults watching the milk and cookies, making sure the kids are asleep before eating them all, and sleeping. 

But where will we be? We will be fighting for a hardcore title, a title that means eons to me and all in the WPW. This title has history. I know where it belong, around my waist. 11 other men, or children, or whatever may not think this, but I know this. Since Tony DiMaria dropped out of WPW, the belt already has my name all over it. Does that mean I don't think much about my competition? Damn right it does. I don't think any of those one chump fools can take me out. Lets take a look at my compition shall we? 

Al Torres. please this man is a joke. Torres you are a J-O-K-E. Please don't even try and say how great you are. How your going to take out me, you don't even know me. You can bring Real Talent to the house, hell you can bring them to my room and I make you all look like little school children. Need a good beating with a wooden stick, one is probably in the house. Real Talent, more like No Talent. I am the true icon here people, not you. You can't hold a candle to me, as someone close to me once said. And if he is out their listing, I hope your doing alright buddy. Torres, please...do us all a favor, come to the house, keep your mouth shut and take your beating that you know your going to get.

Dust Nightmare. Hello? You decked Randy Moss? Why the hell would you do such a thing. Why does that make you feel that you need to brag about it. CT coked up mother could beat Randy up. So you report to us by your video editing that Jake Plummer is afraid of you? PLEASE. That is so fucked up that I don't even want to think about it without laughing my ass off. You spear Plummer, who has pads on, and you think you injured him...im sorry, that happened during a football game, and your spear, it happened in your dreams, just like the same place you lost your virginity. Your Dreams, just like your chances of winning this match at Revelations, are in your dreams, you have no chance. 

Cyrus O'Hare, just who are you? You want to make your interviews short and sweet, well that will be your career too, short and sweet. Your a little candy in my sundae that this Sunday I will enjoy. I will go to Friendlys and enjoy that cold M and Ms sundae, holding the hardcore title in my hands, my face, arms probably all covered in blood, but that smooth cool sundae will make me feel like a million bucks. Something, with your weak ass promos that you will never ever see out of this company. Lonewolf hands out the big money to the big players, and that is me. You, are not a big player and never will be...son.

"Vicious" Vic Torre, my throat is starting to hurt from all the things I am saying. I need a losigent, you have any Vicious? Nahh...didn't think so you slimy communist shit twinkled toe cock sucker who just signed his own death warrant! You didn't have a losaigent for me? I had best get one in that house, or I will rip out your eyeball and use them for marbles. For the record, liquor is better than you, strippers, money, candy, lossigent, taking a dump, their all better than you...even people who live in Texas are better than you. I just wanted to let you know your place on the totem pole of life. 

Havok, boy, please, you can't bother talk about anything over the last two weeks? What is your hand superguled on your cock? You can't turn your camcorder on? Who do you think you are anyways, you rnot ever worth my time. I hope you can come back with something soon, since I am not worried about you anymore, your just a blow over, but maybe you can hurt someone...if not yourself in this match. Goodluck my tortured opponent. 

Shayne Steele, can't be Steele right motherfucker? Yeah, ok....whatever. I can melt you, mold you into what I want, probally a steel dildo, since that what you seem to be, something I can stick into a pussy, so sticking you into a pussy, making you a pussy, right? But then you would be into some strange woman probally...so can I ask you something, Does it really burn when you pee? Or are you praying for an HIV? Steele is going to be beat, superman wanna be, just don't be so upset next time you take a piss, alright buddy, it happens to us usually when we get drunk one to many times, just take my advice to heart to avoid the clap.

Taleweaver, you seem to be someone who had his head on his shoulders. So why are you entering yourself into this match. Your head could be taken off your shoulders. You seem like someone that will be give me a war of a challenge. I commend you, and I want you to bring it on. I am getting ready to fly out to Los Angeles for a commercial shoot, and I want you to meet me their, lets go have a beer together and talk. You seem like the future of WPW, and since I been around for a bit, maybe I can teach you the ropes a bit. You are going to lose to me in this house match, I can put all my fortune on it, but I still don't want you to fall to the winds and not give it your best shot. Please, come with everything you have, because if not, I will be surly disappointed in you. Taleweaver, for our payoff checks, and for the fans sake, show up with everything you got....or I will have lost my faith you my rookie. 

Titan3, fuck you. Yeah you heard me, Fuck You. You don't post an interview for me in the libaray to see and decifer who you really are, so your just a name on a card. A name without a face, so you have just about as much chance as your buddy Havok. What are you two in the same Motel 6? Have a 69 and letting Sebastian Silver tape it? Well please don't do us any favors and ship it to WPW headquarters. If you need to ship it somewhere, ship to Real Talent, in care of Al Torres, I heard he likes that shit. Don't send it to me, Lonewolf, Holyknight, even thou I think other people may think Holyknight is into that freaky shit, but im not one to tell. Sorry my adoring fans, Holyknight is not into that freaky shit their doing in the Motel 6. How would I know you all ask? Well I just added it up together and am making a logical guess. I could be wrong, I could be dead wrong and I hope I am...because knowing that you both were sucking on each others Johnsons makes me want to rip them off and stuff them down your collective throats. Now I know you all don't want that to happen now do you? 

Jeff "Hulk" Hemp, lets get one thing straight. I respect the hell out of you man. IPW, I remember you. You were a tough son of a bitch back then, and now I must assume you were even tougher, but lets get another thing straight. I am not, nor never will be a terrorist. If you say im a terrorist, I will bring the fires down on you from the heavens like no one has ever done to you before. You will be crucified at the stake and I will kill each one of your children in front of you, as you can watch me make all their hearts stop for the last time. Scared? I hope you are you son of a bitch. *Spits* Jeff, come the pay per view, it won't be a merry Christmas for you, I guarantee it, and you know me as well you do, my guarantees, I always back them up. 

Jamie Stevens, last but not least in my book. You are the only one hear to be pulling double duty. Gabe Night vs. Jamie Stevens, you need to focus their, as I got this event locked up. You seem to be, next to Telweaver, the best challenge on the boards. I like my odds thou, you have Gabby to worry about, but I also hold a personal hatred towards you. You caused my buddy Tony to leave the WPW. Your insulting words towards the son of the greatest wrestler in the game caused him to walk about and never come back. I would love to have him back, but instead I will bust you open and make you bleed, piss and and shit all over yourself. Are you scared MDE? Your name sounds a reject from the Mortal Combat series and their sequels. So who is the copier? You or Tony? Who the fuck cares he would say, lets go to the ring, but you had to keep running your mouth. You will fucking pay for what you did to me. Me and Tony were going to take over the tag team division and then take the WPW over from the inside, but I guess now I have do it, I HAVE TO DO IT. And you being in my way, I will be glad to take you down to number two, because I am number one...no matter if you like it, im still number one, and two is not a winner, and three, well they never remember him. See all you children in the halfway house at Revelations.

Tim douces his 3rd smoke in the room and the scene fades to........

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