Ichabod
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A battered ichabod sits in Twisters sipping on a Daquiri. His head is bandaged up, and he has the world title on the table in front of him. He sees the camera and motions for them to have a seat. He sets his daquiri aside for the moment.

Something is wrong in this federation. There has been a great change in the people I used to respect. No one does the work, and they still expect to win. I have worked my ass off to be the champion, to be the VP, and to keep this federation together. But now I am being stripped of the one prize that i deserve more than anyone else, and that is the world title. Well, you made one mistake, Dope, and that was to leave me in charge. So all I got to say is you wanna take my belt from me? Who are you gonna send to get it, buddy? Tim Gorder? Reverend? Well, that isn't going to happen. They will be too busy with each other. Number 1 contender match on Dope Show. The winner faces the world champ next Wednesday. I frankly don't care who wins, i would like to put Gorder in his place, and i am sure i have shown Reverend that i am the better brother. So as of right now, i am still the world champion.

The waitress Misha comes over and tells ichabod he has a guest. She brings in Steve "the kukamunga toadstool" Parke. He sits with ichabod.

How about this guy? Steve is the official announcer for the revelation and the Ichabod Show. And he does a hell of a job, eh? Misha, bring a beer for my friend Steve.

She goes to get it, and ichabod slaps her on the ass. She jumps a little and then hurries off to get the drink. Steve laughs.

Now, Thugster. You did it, you pinned ichabod, but of course that was a fluke. But ichabod is no liar, so you got your shot. Not like it matters. I don't care what your Book of Thugs says, i don't care if you tattoo shit across your body, i don't care if you lived in the hard streets. To me you are just another jobber. Tomorrow night you will have your shota t the most valued prize in the business, my rDw title. You wanna show me what you got? You better make it good boy, cuz i am going to maim you and lame you for life, and make sure you will never reach so much as the jobber heavyweight title. So you might as well not even cut a promo. Save your energy for tomorrow night, you are going to need every ounce of it. this is not the Ichabod you are all used to here, i have gone back to my roots, the evil, sadistic, hell raising redneck who just don't give a fuck. And i want to keep this title more than you want to gain it, ya fuckin' choad. But more than that, i want to break you, and break each and every bastard in this fed one by one, stand above your broken bruised bleeding body with my title, and laugh. Laugh a champions laugh, a conquerors laugh, an evil man's laugh. You see, you all expect that because i saved this fed from closing so many times that i am some good guy. You will learn different, because i am more sick and powerful than anyone here, and i will prove it... no i will grind it into each of your skulls with my fucking boot.

With the last word he slams his glass on the table, breaking it. The bar gets quiet, and ichabod looks around.

What is wrong? Keep drinking! Now, tomorrows card is slightly in the favor of the revelation. Well i did that for two reasons. First, because well hell, with the exception of shane mac, we are the only ones who still cut promos. Maybe if you all get your asses to work you will have a fair card again. Maybe. The second reason is all of you are going to pay for Dope pissing me off. Why must you pay for him? Cuz i fucking said so, that is why. How about a preview of monday? Well, the main event will be a 3 team tag match. Tim Gorder vs Thugster vs Zero. Each man will have a partner of their choice. If you can't find anyone, well tough shit, you go in alone. And Born Again card has been shaken up a little. You got a problem with that, take it to someone who gives a blue flying fuck.

A large customer comes over to the table as ichabod lights a cigarette. He looks up

Um, sir, i know you are some big shot wrestler, but does that give you the right to disturb the other customers with your foul language?

Steve speaks.

Sir, i just want you to know your face looks like a hat full of assholes.

He breaks a bottle over his head, and then slams his face on the table. The unconcious man is drug out by some more composed customers.

Got to love that guy.

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