ddThe Sickness is Rising
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Ichabod is pacing in his dorm room, looking at his World Title. He looks at all there is around him, all the posters, all the books, the rug, the floor, all the Clemson logos. He looks back at his title. He frowns. He takes a seat on his bed and crosses his arms. Ichabod takes a deep breath and looks down as he speaks.

Reverend. Something has come up recently. Something that i can not control, something that is stopping me and keeping me back from all that i want and love. It seems small, but it has affected my whole life. It affects my education, my career, my wrestling, my future. I can't tell you exactly what it is now, because i am not sure how it is going to come about. But there is one thing i can tell you.

Ichabod reaches for the title and places it on the bed beside him. He takes another deep breath..

Tim, you are a hell of a superstar. You have all the potential in the world. But our debts to each other are paid. I helped you, you helped me. We don't owe each other a damn thing now. The title is home, this is where it is going to stay. Gorder, you are a respected athelete in my eyes. I am going to love reaking havoc on the fed with you in the Revelation, but tomorrow night, it isn't about Ichabod, it isn't about Tim Gorder. It isn't about the Revelation, New Era, or RDW. It is about this title, this gold, and the blood, sweat, and tears that go along with it. Your time has come and gone tim, now it is my turn to hold the championship. From here until tomorrow night, all during this flight, and all day, up until i walk to the ring, you are tim gorder, my good friend. But when i step into the ring to defend this title against you, that has nothing to do with it. I will tear you apart. You will bleed, you will feel pain, and you will be beaten until you can't stand anymore. This title means that much to me. I worked too damn hard to go easy on anyone in the ring for it. But as soon as I have beaten you, we walk out as brothers, friends, and Revelationaries. But gorder, only I will walk out as the RDW World Champion. You can be sure of that.

An intercom comes on.

Flight 3A leaving at this time. Please board.

Ichabod grabs his things and stands up to leave.

Gorder, don't take this personally, but in the ring, we are not friends. We are contenders just as much as me and Jeckell or me and Thugster. You are a potential problem to this title, and that means I must destroy you. Out of the ring relationships don't play into it at all in this case. Good luck Tim Gorder, you have a hell of a night ahead of you.

He walks down the terminal to get on the plane leaving the camera crew to pack up and take a third class flight. World Champion: Ichabod, now and forever.

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