Ichabod

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Now, what a camera man was doing in Wisconsin, we will never know, but he was, and way out in the country too. And he got lucky. There was the Monster, parked next to a pile of rubble that used to be a building. The cameraman sets up his equipment near the truck, and yells for Ichabod, who appears from behind a ruined wall. He sees the camera and speaks, running his hand up and down the ruined wall, looking at it in respect and admiration.

This is the place, now ruined by the wrecking ball. 6 Heroes made here, no matter who the winner was. Higher Power, Daton Zane, Fallen Angel, Wizzard, Big Ea$y. Even Frost. All these people put their lives on the line in this mill. They made history for glory, for honor, and for the thrill of wrestling. True heroes in my book. Not the book of Choadimis. The book of wrestling.

He hands the crew a tape, dusty and dented, they put it in the special equipment and change to split screen. One on Ichabod and one on his tape. It shows HP throwing frost thru the floor, Daton Zane pressing Wizzard in the Press, and finally, Big Ea$y driving the Machinery thru the brick wall of the mill.

I chose each of you for this match not because we are fueding, but because you each show a heroic quality. Thursday night we will each put our lives in danger just like they did. Only this time, it goes further, this time, there is a personal quarrel between each of us. This time, we will out do all that has happened before, and i guaran-damn-tee each of you the match of your lives, because none of us will walk out of there the same man, if we walk out at all. And i promise a few evil surprises there, trust me.
He walks toward his truck. Before climbing in he turns again.

Tim Gorder, why did I hit you. That has been burning on your mind for a long time, i know it. I have several reasons. First, you betrayed the revelation. Rule 4, Book of Choadimis, son. Next, you are a contender for my title. That makes you an enemy, and frankly i dont trust you. Lastly, hell, disqualification means i keep my title. I do what I can, be it sick, sadistic, evil, what the hell ever. This title is mine, and that is where it is staying.Tonight, you get a premature shot, i will destroy you in that match. We have paid each other our dues, we owe each other nothing. The sickness will rise on your sorry ass tonight, ya fuckin choad. Deal with it..
Ichabod climbs into the truck and revs it up before barrelling away back to the city.

Run of the Mill