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Ichabod Ichabod stands in the parking lot of the arena the morning before his show on UPN. He walks through the parking lot, carrying a huge 10 pound wrench. The look in his eyes is a look never seen on Ichabod's face. It is less that of a human, and more that of a vengeful angel. He wanders around the few various vehicles of Janitors, Security guards, and pyrotechnicians who have come early to place their handiwork. He stands in front of a 97 mazda. He stares down at it and speaks without moving his eyes.

Reverend. You did it. You beat me. You took the world title from me in a fair match. BUT, brother, you are not the better brother. You see, the pressure of being the world champ is too much for you. I know you, and i know that belt. I held it for two months and five days. As Zero said, you are now the hunted.

He suddenly lifts the wrench and brings it crashing into the hood of the car, denting the hood so badly it curves up at the edges. He climbs onto the roof of the car. He still stares down.

Reverend now i have no one gunning for me. You took what you came to get. You are my enemy in this fed, my arch rival. There is no one i focus on as much. Now you give me even more reason to focus, and that is my gold in your hands.

He lifts the wrench and buries it in the windshield of the Mazda. He looks up and points the wrench at the camera.

Look you little piece of shit. That title belongs to me, and you and I both know I was not 100% on Monday. I had fought quite hard all night. But tomorrow, there will be none of that. Our match is the only fight for me. Reverend, when you get up tomorrow morning i want you to take a trip down to the rdw offices. I want you to climb your pimpled ass to floor 8. Take your ass to room 834 and sit your happy long haired ass down. Reach in cabinet 7 and check out the rdw record books, you are going to see that Tim Gorder no longer holds the record for shortest title reign. There, in Book 1, world title records, trail your fat fucking finger down and see "Reverend, 2 days" That's right you fucking choad. Two fucking days. That is all you get to hold my gold, dammit. Two days and then Ichabod comes and beats your damned ass down all over God's green earth you stupid son of a bitch. I am going to destroy you, your career, and make damn sure your ass watches Born Again from a hard ass hospital bed while getting sponged down by a fucking 300 pound nurse with Psoriasis! You stole that belt last night. You cheated, you used outside weapons, you fought a man who was tired. That is not a champion, you dopey fuck, that is a coward. Don't be upset though, that is perfect for you, you weak and pathetic bastard. .

He buries the wrench into the roof of the Mazda. An alarm sounds from the engine. He rips the hood off and pulls out a gun! He empties the chamber into the engine block, all but one bullet, silencing the alarm. Ichabod turns and looks at the camera and points the gun right into it. The camera man behind the camera is trembling as the view is bouncing slightly.

Tim Gorder, I guess I owe you for this match. Ha Ha, let me tell you something ya fuckin choad. You get in the way of my return to the World Title reign, and you will suffer a fate no other wrestler in this fed has had to face, and that is a slow and painful death at my hands. And don't think I won't do it, you piece of rancid shit. I am not the man you once knew. So you want some of this, you step right up and try to take you a piece. When you lie in a puddle of blood choking on your own fucking vomit, wishing you hadn't been born, you will realize you fucked with the wrong psycho.

He fires the gun into the camera, and the video feed stops suddenly