The Sickness is Rising
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The lights of the city flash by as the Monster speeds along. Ichabod stares out the window as the beautiful Selena drives. They pull into the parking lot of the abandoned drive in movie. Ichabod steps down and slams the door, with the titles around his waist. Selena gets out and walks to him as if to calm him. He pushes her away and continues walking. She goes back and stands against the truck. As he walks, Ichabod strips off the US title. He tosses it aside. He pulls off the World title. He lets it fall. He walks to the edge of the parking lot and stares at the woods in front of him.

It doesn't matter any longer what i say. But i have to say something. First I am going to say my piece to jade jeckell. Jade, you put me thru hell on dope show. You did something no one ever did, and that is dominate in a match against me. But i came out victorious. I beat you while you seemed to have me. I showed you and the world that i am the best, and why i have these belts. Now you will be my partner against my brother Reverend and my friend Tim Gorder. The four largest names in this business in the ring at once. Jade, I don't give a fuck what you do to Gorder, drag him out of the ring, up the ramp, out of the parking lot, down the road, whatever, but Reverend is mine. And Jade, stay the hell out of my way, or i am liable to bitch thump your ass in there as well.

He paces along the edge of the vacant lot, his fists clenched, his breath coming out in steamy puffs, his eyes wide and focused on the ground.

Tim Gorder, you are getting quite an edge to your words when you speak in reference to me. You leave the revelation, you challenge me, and now you threaten me. If i am not mistaken, i'd think you wanted to put our friendship on hold in this match and take each other to hell and back.

He stops suddenly and looks up.

So be it.

Lastly, there is reverend. Now brother, you get another chance to face your better half, the better brother. All that anger, all that tearing up of shit. It doesn't mean a damn thing to me. All it means is that you are becoming less stable, and less stable means less focused. So you bring all that silly childish shit to the ring tonight, and watch as Ichabod tosses out every move known to man and ends you with a Euphoria and a 1-2-3 in the middle of the ring. And then, you can go get some anger management classes before we clash at Born Again, as I know we will. ya fuckin' choad.

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Having said his peace. Ichabod storms back to the truck, and Selena rushes to get the belts off the ground. He climbs in and waits. When she gets to the truck, Ichabod takes the US title.

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Wicked D, hand your tag titles over to lenny and grim, and this is yours, friend.

Ichabod: World Champ Now and Forever