'Scene' The scene opens behind a black stretch limousine which is traveling at high speeds through a busy main road somewhere. It is clearly a motorway and the sky is dark as we weave in and out between the cars that showed their disapproval by honking the horn continuously. As we travel even further down the highway we pass a sign that is all lit up and we see it reads…. “WELCOME TO PHILADELPHIA!” We where there! The home of the next show of the wMe Slam Philadelphia Pennsylvania. The limousine continues to roll through the night and into the centre of town where close by there is a hotel which is for the rich and famous where all the main people have stayed some of the Philadelphia stars and celebrities from all around the world maybe. The area was buzzing with clubs and bars so there had to be some trouble somewhere and where ever there was going to be trouble there could only be one man there! The week before he had snapped the neck of his long time tag team partner Triple H a few weeks before that he had power bombed Austin not 1ce not 2ce not even 3 times but he had power bombed Stone Cold Steve Austin that toughest son of a bitch in wrestling today an amazing 6 times putting him out of the title shot! There would be no doubt that this man would be going on to great things in the wMe. World titles fame and fortune where all coming the way of him Sid Vicious the man they said would never return to wrestling after the snapped leg which he suffered at the hands of the Texas Rattlesnake Stone Cold Steve Austin. Now it was time for the pay back. The first official chance that Sid had to get his hands on Austin and take what Austin tried to take from him. His career, his lively hood Austin’s life! This week Slam, tag team match Rikishi and Sid vs. Austin and Brock Lesnar. Rikishi and Sid had 1 thing in common in the whole world they both had an intense hatred for the rattlesnake. Now joined by the staff at the wMe they where to be forced to work with each other or lose a match they could not afford to lose! This put Kish in a situation, did he trust the man that snapped his own tag team partner’s neck or does he lose the match against one of his worst enemies we would see what his choice was to be later. The limo rolled up to the out side of what was possibly the classiest hotel in Philly and the driver hops out walking to the back where he is hit in the face with the door as it comes swinging open with the hand of Big Nasty gripping the handle and pulling himself out and looking to the driver who is now on his ass holding his head as some blood trickles from the fingers that covered the hole in his head.

'Sid Vicious' What the hell are you doing you fat ass?

'Driver' You hit me in the head with the door sir!

'Sid Vicious' Oh shut the hell up man all you ever do is whine, if you weren’t trying to open the damn door it wouldn’t have happened you dumb ass. What can’t you trust me to open the damn door?

'Driver' No sir it is not like that, I have been trained to open the door for all of the clients and never to let them open it themselves.

'Sid Vicious' Well I ain’t one of the clients am I? NO! I am Big Nasty! Sid Fucking Vicious I don’t need no fat ass in a monkey suit to open a damn door for me and if you want to try it again ill take your damn head off!

'Scene' Sid laughs and then turns away to the trunk which has already been popped as he lifts it and pulls out a black duffel bag and straps it over his shoulder as he walks back past the driver and as he does stops roots around in his pockets and throws a couple of 10’s down to him and walks off with a sick laughter into the hotel where he heads to his room.

'Scene' A few hours after the arrival of Sid at the hotel he was leaving again. The night was growing old and he hadn’t done anything since the week before in which was when he snapped the neck of his former tag team partner. He wanted to drink and see the local talent of the women so he had to go to a dance club he walked further down the busy street and heard the thumping of the music he looked around and saw a cue of people behind a velvet rope to the side and front of them at the very front was a tall black man checking for Identification. Sid bypassed the line and went to maneuver past the bouncer who turned and caught him.

'Bouncer' What the hell you think you doin’ curly?

'Sid Vicious' WHAT!? Did you just call me curly!?

'Scene' Sid’s eyes widened as he got in the face of the bouncer this was no doubt the first time the bouncer had been stood up to and he didn’t like it. Not one bit!

'Bouncer' Yeah I did punk what you gonna do bout it?

'Sid Vicious' I’m gonna tell you what I’ll do fatty. I will count to three and if you haven’t apologized and moved the hell out of my way I am going to know you down on that Twinkie lovin’ ass of yours and jump on your stomach until you look like Prince. 1… 2…

'Scene' At that point a member of the crowd come pushing through a man about 5’8 in height come over and tapped the bouncer on the shoulder who’s eyes where wide with anger and fear. No one had talked to him like that before and it intimidated him. The bouncer bent his knees a bit so he was on ear level with the man as he whispered into his ear.

'Bouncer' You shittin me right?

'Scene' He turned around to face the man as he stood there without saying a word he shook his head signaling that he wasn’t and then disappeared back into the crowd.

'Bouncer' So you... are Sid Vicious? The wrestler? The one who power bombed Austin 6 times?

'Sid Vicious' No shit Mabel! And unless you want twelve on you bubble butt you better get the hell outta my way so I can go in and get a damn beer.

'Bouncer' Oh… Yes sir…. Straight away sir.

'Scene' The bouncer steps to the side right out of the way of Big Nasty as he walks through with a smile on his face and walks through the 2 sets of glass doors and into the main dance floor where there are hundreds of teens and people from the age of 18 + dancing like idiots on some sort of drug in front of a man with only one head phone on making a noise like a diseased cat with a record, at least this was what Sid was thinking as he walked over to what seemed to be the bar with strobe lights all around and a special neon light it wasn’t to Sid’s taste at all he leant onto the bar and ordered a beer from the bar tender who served him straight away as he come back to take the money he said.

'Bartender' Hey! Hey! Aren’t you Sid Vicious…? From the wMe?

'Sid Vicious' Depends who wants to know and why.

'Bartender' I am a big fan sir can I get your autograph?

'Sid Vicious' Hell no! Who the hell do you think I am!? I ain’t no fag who sucks up to the damn fans now give me the damn beer and take the money.

'Scene' The bartender took the money and put the beer down on the bar where Sid picked it up and started drinking from it immediately. He looked around and saw a dark blue theme around the place. He had his back to the bar now with his elbows resting on it he looked around and to his right was where he had just come from there where still kids raving in there with the glow sticks aloft and Sid looks to his left expecting much the same but he is strangely wrong as he sees a mini-stage with a man who looks over intoxicated swinging around on the microphone stand butchering Eminem’s “Superman”. Sid stood there and laughed for a while until the kid started to annoy him beyond his temper he walked over there and walked up the steps to the stage where he stands there and the kid looks at him confused at what the near 7’ man wanted. He smiled and then pushed the kid from the stage down 4 foot down to the floor where sprawled out and stayed there as Sid took the mic up from the floor of the stage.

'Sid Vicious' You wanna try singing for something kid? Try singing for Austin’s soul because tomorrow night at wMe Slam on the second outing back for the master Austin will become the 2nd slave. You see me and Steve from the PPV aren’t finished those 6 power bombs were just the start of things there is a lot more to come.. Hell you aint even seen me break into a damn sweat yet. And the start of it all will be tomorrow night when I get in the ring with Austin but let’s not forget his partner. The “oh so loveable” Brock Lesnar. The man they call “the next big thing”, well I can say right now that while I am here in the wMe hell while I am breathing he will always be the next big thing because I am the BIGGEST thing to ever hit wrestling apart from Rikishi’s ass that is but that’s a different matter. The fact of the matter is tomorrow night with or without you piss ant’s Big Nasty Sid Vicious will go on to beat some rattlesnake ass and I promise all you out there tonight that there will be no beer bashing tomorrow night!

'Scene' Sid throws the mic to the ground and hops down from the stage with the bottle still in hand he pours it over the drunken kid he had pushed off the stage and exits the club

'Scene' The scene fades out to black

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