The fans in the arena, after just witnessed one hell of an amazing display of pure athleticism, were interrupted in their usual after match discussions by the megatron, which just flickered to life. The scene is inside the dressing room of the Grim Reapers. Hellfire is wearing his wrestling gear, as he is just about ready to head into action a little bit later against Bad Guy and Jaxx for the extreme championship; the second richest price in the industry today. Mystara is sitting on a locker room bench, holding his head and with a white towel draped over his shoulder. Impaler, who is also sitting on a bench, has a sour look of sorrow on his face. His head is taped, for he has a gaping wound in the back of his head from ramming himself into a door to get to his wife. Vanessa is nowhere to be found; the last everybody saw of her was when she had something to discuss with her husband. However, Impaler wanted nothing to do with what she had to say, but when he realized it was important it was to late. The fans in the arena gave the Grim Reapers a mild reception, which was basically drained out by a shower of boos and hisses. Suddenly, Impaler sprang out of his seat and exited the dressing room, and he entered a hallway. Impaler walked straight down the hallway and took a right at the end of it, and then he stopped behind a black curtain.

The megatron faded away and the lighting in the arena turned off. The fans brought themselves to their feet as Pantera's "Cemetery Gates" blasted over the PA system. Engulfed in a sea of darkness, the pitch of the fans screams and ridicules did not die down a bit. Suddenly, a rather large spotlight poured it's light onto the center of the stage. A man dressed in black walked into the spotlight and looked up into the rafters. He lowered his head to normal eye level, and he carefully examined the mass swarm of four wrestling federation fanatics. He lowered himself to one knee and he lowered his taped head as well. After a few moments pass, he slowly raises his head along with the arm opposite his lowered knee. Impaler grits his teeth and once again peers into the rafters. Impaler then picks himself up off the floor and returns his attention to the fans. After he lets a few more moments pass, he begins to walk down to the ring, allowing fans to pat him on the back. His journey to ringside eventually comes to a close as he climbed up onto the ring's apron. Impaler then walks to the right ring post and climbs up to the second turnbuckle. However, Impaler does not perform the taunts that he usually performs…he stands absolutely still on the turnbuckle. Impaler took a deep breath in and slowly exhaled it as he climbed down from the turnbuckle. He enters the ring, and he yanked the microphone from ring announcer Tony Jordan's hand and then watches Jordan leave the ring. Impaler raises the ever-present microphone to his dry lips, and Impaler began to address the wrestling fans…of the 4WF.

"A head injury can do a lot to a man…it can drain his thoughts, it can deepen his depression and it can add a lot more to his sorrow. However, those simple thoughts do not concern me, I am more concerned with my personal life as of late. My wife…she is an extremely tough individual. After all, she has with stood a very severe stabbing, and she has to put up with a man who finds joy out of other's physical torture twenty-four seven. As of late, she has undergone many mood swings, and although I try to be the best husband I can possibly be, it is apparently not good enough. Vanessa has disappeared, and she has left me wondering where she could have possibly disappeared too. Vanessa, if you can hear me, although it may not always seem like it, I love you. Vanessa, you are all I have in this world…although I enjoy watching other's squeal in pain, and although I love to cause destruction and raise hell, there is only so much joy that that can bring to a man. Vanessa, you have stopped me from ending my life on many occasions, most recently on that old stone bridge as few weeks ago when I lost to the Bad Guy. You have hidden my many tools that would enable self inflicted pain, and you have…damn I cannot even put into words what you mean to me…this is the first time in years where I cannot put something into a sentence, and this is the first time that I have been enable to explain what I am truly feeling. Vanessa has brought so much joy and happiness into my life that it is simply indescribable. All of you, the fans and fanatics of the wrestling world have seen what I am capable of. I have burnt buildings and houses to the ground, I have stabbed people, and I have even shaved and tortured a freaking cat. Don't you all think that without Vanessa's aid and guidance that I would have been long since dead or have at least been committed by now?" Impaler explained as his deeply felt words pierced the minds and thoughts of the fans, leaving them breath taken and absolutely speechless.

"I have been labeled such things as the prince of darkness, the emperor of the night and the critically acclaimed 'sadistic warrior'. I have been the gossip on street corners, I have been the writing on the walls, and I have been the whisper in classrooms all throughout the land. I have been the man most people see and fear in their dreams and I have been the so-called 'monster' under the beds of children worldwide. I cannot walk down a back road without families peering out their windows staring at the freak walking down the road. I have become a household name because of my acts of pure hatred and ruthlessness. Although I did not ask for any of this, it is all a very harsh and unforgiving reality. Why do I appear before all of you today informing you all about information in which you already know? Because all of which I am saying resorts back to my wife. Think about this…if I am as cold and evil as I am now, what would I be without her? I'll tell you what…a man lying six feet under the ground. I would be a man with no intestines, no lungs, no heart, and no blood. Instead I would be a body filled with embalming fluid and preservatives to keep my body from rotting. As you all may have noticed, this is not a childish prank, joke, or anything of that nature. No, what I am saying right now is not scripted, I am not reading from cue cards, nor do I have a little tiny device in my ear, feeding my mind with what to say. This is not a brand of Sports Entertainment where my words are nothing more than those of a gimmicked character, filled with nothing more than the heart and soul to entertain you. Ladies and Gentleman, this…this is real." Impaler said as the fans continued to stare, completely shocked and appalled from the words that have left Impaler's mouth.

"When Vanessa vanished, I assumed she did it on her own power. However, when I woke up from this injury that left me knocked out cold for two whole days, I began to ponder about all the possibilities to what could have happened. After a very long train of thought, a new shocking thought came to my mind. What if she did not leave on her own power? What if someone climbed up the ledge to the palace and snatched her? While this is a very strong possibility, if this is true, it raises a few more mind-boggling questions. Who could have possibly taken my beloved wife? Where would they have taken her? Why did they take her? What have they done to her? Do they realize what would be in store for them if I ever catch up with them? Those are just a few of those questions, and right now I am only assuming. I do not know for sure that someone has taken her, nor do I know she has left on her own power. The only thing that I know for sure right now is that I am extremely dangerous. I am capable of murder, and I am giving everybody fair warning…whoever comes near me is in great danger, so you better keep your distance." Impaler warned as the fans in the arena began to loudly applaud and cheer.

"Now that I have got all of that matter off of my mind, I want, no I NEED a few things answered. When this happened, this whole incident, the Grim Reapers were at a very beautiful palace. As I entered the room in which my fellow partners were in, they all quickly left as soon as they noticed me. Hellfire, you were sitting at a desk when I entered the room, and as I neared my beloved Vanessa, you turned from you work and you noticed me. Once this happened, you quickly exited the room. Mystara, you were fanning Vanessa, and as soon as you saw me in the room, you to left the room, in quit a hurry I might add. Where were you two going in such a hurry? Next, after Vanessa locked herself in the bathroom, and I was sitting at the door, Hellfire, you came over to me, and you sat down next to me. As I tried to talk Vanessa out of the bathroom, you did everything in your power to convince me she had left, why was that Hellfire? After all that, I needed to know if what you were saying was true. So I knocked the door down with my shoulder, and unfortunately the back of my head. I looked up into the room, and the last thing I noticed before blacking out was the fact that nobody was in the there. Now Mystara, where were you during this whole ordeal? Was Hellfire trying to buy time for you to sneak up the ledge and enter the bathroom, and then kidnap my wife? Now the last question, and the one I most likely want answered the most. When I woke up two days later from the whole ordeal, I was still lying in the same position that I was when I knocked my self out, and I was lying in a pool of my own dried crusty blood. Where in the hell where you Hellfire, my so-called 'life-long friend'? It's not like a friend to leave his buddy in a pool of his own blood, and for all you know Hellfire, I could have been dead. Couldn't you have called an ambulance or at least moved me to a sofa? When I woke up, I searched everywhere, and there was no evidence that anybody was even in the palace. Candles were removed, and the desk you were sitting on Hellfire, was no longer there. Would you like to know something everybody? The first time I saw my "friends" was just a little while ago in the dressing room area. That's right everybody, my partners left me for dead in that palace, and tonight has been the first time I have seen them for two whole days." Impaler replied as the fans in the arena continued to remain speechless.

"Hellfire, I have said this before, and I'll probably say it again. You and I have known each other our whole lives, and all I want is a few answers. Is this too much to ask of you? I know their must be a reasonable explanation for some of these questions, but I know damn sure that even your crafty imagination cannot answer some of them. There is no explanation you can possibly give me that will explain why you left me for dead. Hellfire, if you have done anything to Vanessa I swear to God I will kill you. All of our childhood memories will be tossed aside, and I will force you to see what your intestines look like. I will brutally slay you in the worst manner possible, and I will enjoy every last minute of it. Hellfire, if you have any involvement in Vanessa's disappearance whatsoever I will make you regret the day you were born. I will tear you from limb to limb and I will beat you until you cannot possible be beaten any longer. You will feel pain in the most excruciating measure possible, and you will beg for mercy. However, I will simply laugh off your pathetic attempts for mercy and then I will finish you off; but Hellfire, it will not stop there. I will visit every single relative you have, and I will pay a visit to every person you have ever loved and I will do the same to them, only I will make sure they feel ten times as much pain then you do. So for the sake of our friendship…so for the sake of your health…and for the sake of you're loved ones lives, you better not have anything to do with this. I guarantee that you will…" Suddenly, the Grim Reapers music, the theme song from the movie
"Candy Man" began to blast over the PA system, interrupting Impaler in mid-sentence.

Hellfire appeared on the stage with a huge smirk on his face, carrying a microphone in his right hand. Impaler peered over the ropes staring at his life long friend with a scowl on his face. Hellfire waved to his friend, generating a loud series of boos from the fans, which after listening to Impaler have changed their opinion of him.  Hellfire slowly struts to ringside as Impaler watches him every step of the way. As Hellfire neared the ring his smirk quickly faded, and he grew a more serious look on his face. Once he reached the ring, he walked to his left and he walked up the solid steel ring steps. Not daring to remove his eyes from Impaler's face, Hellfire bent over and entered the ring through the second and third ring ropes. Hellfire walked right up into the face of his friend, and smiled at him. Hellfire then walked away from his friend and walked over to the other side of the ring. He extended his arm over the ropes and demanded a microphone. Ring announcer Tony Jordan quickly obeyed Hellfire's orders and he tossed the self-proclaimed "messenger from hell" a microphone. Hellfire walked back over to his friend and once again got right into his face. Hellfire slowly raised the microphone to his lips, which were once again sporting a smirk.

"Hello buddy…what's up?" Hellfire said as sarcastically as possible, as the fans began to bathe Hellfire in a vast ocean of boos and ridicules. "I heard what you said Impaler, about beating the life out of me and all, and to tell you the truth, it pained me Impaler, it really, truthfully did. Do you remember that old saying 'don't air your dirty laundry in public'? Impaler, you disobeyed that saying. You took our business, and not only did let the whole world hear it; you also made our friendship a bitter one. You have made me look like the 'bad guy' here, and no, I am not talking about the wrestler. Impaler, it's just like you to take everything and turn it around on everybody else, isn't it? You always have to be the poor innocent victim, and you always have to win everything don't you? You always get the last word in, you always get the last hamburger at supper, you get the beautiful wife…Impaler, to tell you the truth, I am sick of it. Have you ever stopped and realized that maybe, just maybe, the world does not revolve around you? Look at yourself. You come out here, and you start complaining about how everything has not gone your way recently. You are really beginning to make me sick do you know that? You bitch, you moan, and you complain until you get your own way. You want answers, you want this, you want that, well pal, I wanta million dollars, but you certainly do not see that happening anytime soon now do you? Your days of complaining are just about through Impaler, and I am the man to stop it all. I have something for you buddy…I have something for you that I should have given you such a long time ago, and now I think it's just about time for you to receive a gift. A gift from the bottom of my heart…and a gift from the bottom of the Grim Reapers heart. Impaler, this my friend is for you…" Just as soon as Hellfire got through saying that, a loud sickening thud echoed throughout the arena, as Mystara cracked Impaler on the back with a steel folding cheer. Impaler fell to the ground and the fans began to boo very loudly.

Mystara picked the steel chair up over his head and once again drove it down into the spine of Impaler. Hellfire's eyes scanned the fans, as his smirk grew larger. The eyes of Hellfire were not the eyes of a kind, loving friend, but rather they were they eyes of a sadistic, twisted madman. Hellfire looked over at Mystara and yelled at Mystara to hit Impaler even harder with the chair. Mystara rolled Impaler onto his back, and Mystara stood over the fallen body of Impaler. Mystara picked the chair up over his head and he drove the chair countless times into the stomach of Impaler. Hellfire grabbed Impaler's right arm and he began to drive his knee into Impaler's elbow. Mystara opened the chair a little, and he told Hellfire to back off of Impaler's arm for a second. Mystara pulled Impaler's arm into the opening of the chair, and then Mystara ran to the ropes, and then after rebounding off of them he executed a very fast leg drop onto the chair, crunching Impaler's arm. Hellfire took the chair off of Impaler's arm, and tossed it aside. He picked Impaler up and pushed him into Mystara's waiting arms. Mystara grabbed both Impalers' arms and held them behind his back. Hellfire balled his right hand into a fist and then drilled Impaler right on his nose, instantly making blood squirt out. Mystara let go of Impaler's arms and then ran to his back, grabbed Impaler's head and performed a running bulldog. Hellfire lowered himself to his knees and began to take off the tape that is wrapped around Impaler's head. After succeeding taking off the tape, a huge, deep gaping wound was revealed to all the fans.

Kave: Oh my god, look at that wound, my god Impaler should be dead!

Bret: Who cares about that, what the hell is happening right now? Apparently Hellfire and Mystara are kicking Impaler out of the Grim Reapers!

Kave: I know, and what about what Impaler was saying earlier?

Bret: What about what Hellfire said, that was harsh!

Kave: I know, and Hellfire had a plan from the minute he entered that ring, he knew what he was doing!

Hellfire picked himself up off the mat and he picked his foot up as high as he could, and then he viciously stomped on Impaler's wound, drenching the floor in a pool of Impaler's blood. Mystara ran over to the downed body of Impaler and performed a baseball slid into his face. Mystara balled his right hand into a fist and he began to punch Impaler's wound as hard as he possibly could. Hellfire picked up the steel chair that they tossed aside earlier, and put it into sitting position. Hellfire then slid out of the ring and walked over to the announcing booth area. Hellfire tossed Tony Jordan out of his seat and he stole his chair. Hellfire then threw that chair into the ring. Hellfire slid into the ring, and he yelled at Mystara to bring Impaler to his feet. Mystara quickly obliged, as he brought Impaler to his feet and then forced Impaler to sit into the chair that is in sitting position. Hellfire picked up the chair that he brought into the ring, and then he wound up and smacked Impaler as hard as he could square in the face with it! Impaler's barely conscious body slid off of the chair and fell into a heap on the canvas.

Kave: That was sick, and that was completely unnecessary!

Bret: I love the violence, but why is this happening to Impaler, and why are his own friends doing this?

Kave: Well Bret, I don't think that they are going to be friends any longer…

Hellfire picked up the chair that is still in sitting position, and he placed it onto the top turnbuckle. Mystara slid out of the ring and he lifted the apron curtain up. He peered under the ring and spotted two tables. He pulled out both tables, and he set one up next to the turnbuckle that the chair is on top of. He unfolded the other table, and then he sat that table onto of the other one, creating a stack. Mystara smiled to himself and slid back into the ring, as Hellfire picked the other chair (the one that was used to hit Impaler in the face) up and he set that one into sitting position. He placed the chair near the turnbuckle in which the other chair he is sitting on, and then he picked the limp carcass of Impaler up off the canvas. Hellfire slung Impaler over his shoulder, and hellfire stepped up onto the chair that is near the turnbuckle. He placed Impaler onto the chair that is sitting on the turnbuckle, and then Hellfire climbed down from the other chair. Hellfire once again slid out of the ring, and he took another chair from underneath the ring. With chair in hand, Hellfire pounced back up onto the apron, but he did not enter the ring. He held the chair directly onto Impaler's nose, and signaled for Mystara to "do his thing". Mystara sprinted to the other side of the ring, and then as fast as he possibly could, at full force he ran towards the chair that is in sitting position on the canvas, leaped up onto it, and then dropkicked the chair that Hellfire was holding on Impaler's nose! The velocity sent Impaler and the chair that is perched on the turnbuckle to fall off the turnbuckle, and sent both crashing through the two tables! The fans quickly began a holy shit chant, leaving a sadistic Hellfire and Mystara laughing at their own handy work.  

Kave: Oh My God!!!

Bret: I can't believe this, what could have possessed Impaler's life-long friend to do such a thing?

Kave: Well by the way Hellfire was talking earlier maybe it was jealousy!

Bret: I don't think so Kave, these two were as tight as it gets, and now one of them is practically murdering the other one!

Kave: well if you don't think its jealousy, what do you think has happened here?

Bret: A woman! That's the only thing I am aware of that would come in between two friends! It has got to be Vanessa, you heard Impaler talking earlier!

Hellfire climbed down from the apron a kicked the body of Impaler. After seeing no movement, Hellfire spat in the face of his friend, and he began to ridicule him. Mystara slid out of the ring and he whispered something into the ear of his friend. As soon as hearing what Mystara had to say, Hellfire's face lit up like a little schoolboys on Christmas morning.  Hellfire dragged Impaler's body over to the announcer's booth, and he rolled Impaler onto the booth. Mystara looked under the ring and he pulled out another wooden table. He set it up next to the booth, and then watched as Hellfire climbed up the booth with Impaler. Hellfire forced Impaler to stand up, and he placed one hand on Impaler's left shoulder, and then the other on Impaler's crotch. Hellfire then hoisted Impaler up over his head, and then threw him through the wooden table that is set up next to the announcer's booth!

Bret: Military slam! He calls that the Hellseeker! Hellfire just hit his specialty right through a wooden table!

Kave: Ladies and Gentleman, I think this may very well be…the last time we ever see Impaler…not just in a 4WF ring, but ever!

Bret: This is why men shouldn't bring woman into this business, Kave…they belong at home in the kitchen, making me dinner and cleaning up my house!

Kave: You say that now, but whenever an attractive woman shows up, you are the first to defend her!

Bret: I wasn't saying that they shouldn't be here for my personal enjoyment, I was saying it because well…look at Impaler, he's as good as dead!

Kave: If you say so Bret…but anyway, we need some damn security out here, this is getting to be too much!

Hellfire slowly climbed down from the announcer's booth, and he began to poke the body of Impaler. Mystara quickly pounced back onto Impaler, and one again began to punch Impaler in his gaping wound. The bell keeper began to ring the bell with the bell hammer, in an effort to stop the Grim Reapers from this brutal beating. Hellfire looked at the man, and walked over to him. He yanked both the hammer and bell from him, and he tossed the bell to Mystara. Mystara stuck one of the corners into Impaler's wound and he pressed down on the bell as hard as could. Hellfire looked at the hammer in his hands, and then he looked over at Impaler's body. Hellfire then glanced over to Mystara, who is still digging the corner of the bell into Impaler's wound as hard as he can. Hellfire grinned a sadistic grin, and then he told Mystara to hold the bell in place. Hellfire then brought the hammer back as far as he could, and then slammed the hammer into the bell, driving the bell into the skull of Impaler!

Kave: Holy god, the corner of the bell just got driven into the skull of Impaler with a hammer!

Bret: When this is all over, and when the EMTs arrive, I hope they remember to bring a body bag with them; this is horrible!

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