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A dirty cat sits on the back stoop of some place no one cares about trying helplessly to clean its paw. A boot comes flying down and sends the cat flying across the alley. Ichabod steps into view, and looks around at the disgusting city alley. He grabs a half-dead bum and shoves him toward the camera.

There are less than twenty four hours before our match, Jade. No more time for playing games, or for calling names. Only business. In a short time, you will be put through the most painful experience in your entire life, and your life will be in my hands.

He grabs the bum up again and pulls out two movie face paint sticks, one black and one white. He paints the bum's face roughly with them, making him look like Jade Jeckell. He throws him brutally against a wall.

You see that, Jeckell? It is a vision of the future. After the match tonight, you will be left just like that. Broken, ratty old coat, matted hair, no food, no money, no livlihood, no respect, and no future. Laying in a gutter wasting away while the true competitors continue to rise in glory. After I have beaten your ass bloody, from one side of the ring to the other, and left you lying in a puddle of your own patheticness, i am going to pour a fucking gallon of peach faygo on your face and use a rag to wipe that undeserving paint off your fucking wannabe face. Then all the true juggalos of the world can laugh at your posing ass as I take my US title and give it a proper home. Ya fuckin' choad.

Ichabod walks out of the alley onto a dark street. He notices a cheap sloppy vagina whore on the corner. She smiles at him with about as many teeth as a jack-o-lantern. Ichabod pulls out a roll of 20 dollar bills and throws them at her and shakes his head as he walks off. He goes across the street and sees a store with a huge window in it. He immediately puts a brick thru the window. Alarms sound and Ichabod continues to walk down the street and takes a right onto another dark road. He pulls out a black marker and a name tag and writes "Big Stank" on it and puts it on his shirt.

Hey, i just broke the law and gave myself a super coo fucked up name. Maybe now i can join the thug squad. Thugster, you made the same mistake that all the other assholes in this fed make. You opened your fucking mouth when you should learn to keep that trap shut. The sickness is rising, and if you deny or oppose it, you will be crushed. You were safely out of the path of the Revelation, and then you decided to put your pointless words in my face about Tim Gorder. Thugster, I accept your challenge, but not for murder, for the Dope Show. I will be taking a leave this weekend and will not be in attendance on monday. Choke on that shit ya fuckin choad.

Ichabod gets to his car finally and begins to get in. He stops for a second.

Serious Darius, we have never gotten along. In fact I have never been able to stand you. But I see in you that seed of hate that defines exactly what the Sickness is all about. I am making you an offer. Joint the Revelation. Help us as we spread the gospel of hate in the world as we slowly wash the world in loathing. You may not wrestle, but you can manage and train with us. What do you say?

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Ichabod gets in the car and speads away into the night leaving the filth of the city for his country areas.

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