Ichabod reclines on the hood of the Monster, sipping a beer. He doesn't move much and it is obvious he is still in pain.
A feminine voice with a slight Latina accent from inside the truck speaks up. New Blood...Millionaires Club...Nah, it's doesn't even resemble the situation in the Rdw.
For the benefit of the slower people in the federation, lets take a quick look at my would be allies. Jade Jeckell. A wannabe Juggalo who gets his titles and shots by kneeling down and "worshipping" 2Dope's "idol".
Reverend. Well hell, by far one of the best damn wrestlers to ever grace the ring, and a helluva good brother.
Ghost. Shit, need I even try to embarass that annoying fuck?
Wicked D. A Harley Boy. An evil bastard who, um, really doesn't act all that evil in his at all. In fact besides being pretty oblivious to pain and hurting people for no apparant reason, I don't see anything evil about him.
Shane Mac. Vince's son? What the hell is he doing in an efed? Get back to the WWF and get your punk ass to work. Oh what's that, you aren't him, then you are what we would call a Rip Off!
Wafer. Wafer. Damn. I don't really know what to say about him. We have been putting each other through hell so long it seems like I have known the cocky bastard all my life. I mean I saw the birth of the ORS, the death of the ORS, the rebirth of the ORS. We have practically been in the business together the whole way. We've seen efeds come and go. We've seen champions rise and fall. We've seen losers come and, well, we've embarassed them before ending there careers. You and I both know you will be the biggest factor in my decision of where I stand in the RdW. Wafer and Ichabod have made each other's lives a living hell for so long.
A Brother, a childhood enemy, A legendery nemesis. or. An undeserving champ, a broken record, and a wwf Rip Off. the lines are drawn. Where does Ichabod stand? I don't stand anywhere but on my own two feet against the whole fucking federation. I have my own ideals, and my own goals. Fuck the rest. However, if it comes down to it, Reverend, and yes, Wafer too. I got your backs. I have all the respect in the world for the both of you. The past doesn't matter. It's about the here and now. But don't get in my fucking way. Ichabod is a solo act. Well, except for that sexy ass Tejano in the truck there. Hey, Selena got something to say don't you?
You damn right mi amo. This puta Dark Angel running around and making idol challenges at all the pengas in this place. Bithc who you trying to be, Chyna? You ain't got the skill or the looks to be anywhere near her. Shit, if you slept with Heffner himself he wouldn't give your skanky ass more than the last column in the whole damn magazine. Why don't you take you man and you herpes back to the streets and sell the flowers like poor street beggars so you can pay off Fallen Angel's funeral expenses? I challenge you to a match when we return the RdW. You better have your pinchi title polished up and ready you bitch. And you try that black rose shit on me and I will shove the whole bouquet up your ass, got it mama cula.

