Wicked D pulls the (car) to the side of the road near the curb. They walk up the grass together. Wicked D checks the front door. It is actually open about 3 inches. He grimaces and pulls it to, only to flip out a credit card and begin to jimmy it. He gets in, luckily Ichabod was able to get to the electrical box and shut down the house before the alarm went off. Immediately a large dog with short stiff hair comes running. "Dan" it says on it's name tag. Wicked D reaches down without thinking and snaps it's neck. Ichabod heads for the kitchen while de climbs the stairs, which only have one turn in them. D walks into the room on the first right and sees a child of about 16 laying on the bed. A boy, with short hair on the verge of curl. D pulls something out of his leather jacket. It is black and rolled up tight. He unwravels it like a grown John Liguizamo in the back of kentucky fried chicken. As if he knew how to handle whatever it was, as if he had done this many times. It is a Body Bag!!! He grabs the kid, who is helplessly asleep and lifts him into the air. The poor kid wakes up, dazed, but alert. He kicks D, but d, floors him instantly. D climbs on the bed and as the kid gets up, D slams the bag over his head. and in a flash the bag is closed and muffled cries come from the bag. D pulls out a thing of Duct Tape. He is taping the bag up!
He looks around and sees a stick among the senseless rubble covering the walls, it says MARK. Above that is a Jade Jeckell poster. He becomes enraged and picks up the screaming body bag. He runs and launches it out the window on the right, sending glass, a ruined blackout shade, and a soon to be unconscious body flying into the freshly groomed yard. He climbs out to the ledge, jumps down, and walks toward the (car). Ichabod is already there, eating some eggrolls he must have stolen from the kitchen. He pulls out a six pack of tea and hands one to D. They speed away to find more trouble. Along the way, they speak as D turns on the camera again.
He turns and looks into the camera, the tape of which will be sent to the upper offices of the rDw to be broadcast on the UPN network like the other promos that the Revelation cuts. His grin widens at the corners, like the grinch who had just finished his plan on how to ruin christmas again, along with thanksgiving, valentines day, and veterans day with it. It was pure evil in his eyes.
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Wicked D's face is blank. He starts to drift off the road as his mind goes back. A bead of sweat trickles down his face. And he mouths the words as Ichabod says them.
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As for jade jeckell and reverend tomorrow night. Well, i got a little bit of an evil twist on that match. I guarantee i will walk away still the world champion, no matter what Judgement Day or You Been Hit has been thrown at me. No matter if i drop a Bitch Thump or toss out a Euphoria. It isn't going to be about strength, will, skill, passion, or any of that superfriends dragonballz bullshit you see in the cartoons. It is going to be about who is the most sick, sadistic bastard in the match. The one with the heart of black, the one who just doesn't give a blue flying fuck at a rolling dick. And that one is me, you fuckin Choads. Your world champion, now and forever.
