9.19.02 The first thing that can be seen is a grayish silver parking meter nearing its time to expire. The rain in South Carolina has finally cleared up and the sun has returned with a vengeance, glinting off the glass window of the meter. As the mini-seconds tick away, a meter maid stands by with a smirk on her face, staring at the white Dodge Charger sitting in the nearly expired place. With no signs of the driver anywhere nearby, the maid knows that she'll soon have carbon in her book. As the red "Time Expired" sign jumps to attention, the meter maid's smirk becomes a brief smile, for immediately, fire shoots forth, backward, and up as the Dodge Charger becomes nothing more than a burning pile of heated blackened metal. The meter maid's shadow is marked on the sidewalk in ashes. Ichabod laughs his ass off inside his monster truck at the explosion he caused in front of the courthouse. He so enjoys making chaos for innocent people, almost as he does putting others in their places, as he will Triple X, Cheapshots, and Dick Gazinya on Monday. As the many police officers and onlookers gather at the scene, Ichabod flips on his radio, certain that one of his opponents has opened his or her mouth to spit out some sort of jibberish about being great and taking the title. Triple X Your fictional dreaming has detroyed your thinking though, Ichabod.. You beat me along with four other men involved..You make it sound like you did it all on your own. When in fact you did nothing at all. Nothing except use the Elite for a title win. Like I did it on my own... interesting. But that is how it went, isn't X? Sure, we teamed up to take out the ORS, but round two was mine. It was me rushing at you that broke the ladder under Cheapshots, it was me delivering the final move that secured me enough time to gain my title. It was all me. I know, I know, I shouldn't talk of the past, right? Damn son, you mention your skewed bizarro view of it every chance you get. All I am doing is setting you straight on it. Funny how you can bring up the past to mention all the ways I don't deserve the Undisputed Title, yet you demand that I not talk about how I beat you and Cheapshots... you twice. Triple X Ichabod, what it looks like to me, is that the Cornerstone along with Dicky and Cheapshots have dug a whole under your skin, and your reaching and grabbing for any fact or detail you can to salvage any dignity you have left. Ichabod laughs his ass off at what X has said. It seems like the more he listens to the promos of these guys, the more comical wrestling gets. He hasn't laughed in the past year as much as he has in the week so far. A hole under my skin? X, you're far from getting under my skin. I think you are the one grasping for something to say, so you are making up these emotions for me to supposedly have. I'm enjoying making fools of you three, listening to you complain about me being the champion, listening to you fantasize about having the title. That's just another dream that will never come true just to complement your sorrow. Yes, its sadness you are feeling, and I know you'll deny it, but its obvious. You look at me laughing at you, and you imagine me getting pissed because you actually believe you're having some sort of negative effect on me. So you invent things, and you make up stories about me living in trailer parks, just like that cheap Dick. You're going to have try a lot harder to get under my skin. Triple X By the end of the week, you'll be telling us all what a whole new respect you have for us, but don't expect to hear it back from the Cornerstone, because your pitiful attempts to disgrace my name only make me hate you more. Is that what you want, chump? You want the Cornerstone to dispise you? You want me to hate you so much that I seek to destroy you? You're almost there chump, you're nearing the point that so many in the past have regretted deeply. You've watched me conquer WoW in no time at all. You've watched me rise to the top with out breaking a sweat.. You haven't seen ANYTHING, sissy! But you're getting all to close. Ichabod raises an eyebrow. Well, well, well. Now look who's getting under who's skin. Yes, Trip, I want you to hate me, to despise me. I want you to seek to destroy you. I want you to get to the point where others regret taking you. I want you pissed, I want you seething with complete rage for me. The more hate and anger you feel for me, the more satisfying its going to be to knock you on your ass so quickly your blond mop will spin an opposite direction from your head. Come on X, show me what you can do when you're reeeeeeeally pissed. I've gotten you in the ring twice already, and you have been weighed, you have been measured, and you have been found wanting. You'll never get this job done right, because as much of a cornerstone you are, you exhibit all the qualities of one. You can be removed, bringing down the entire structure. I've removed you from the game, so to speak, twice already, and I'm damn ready to do it again. Ichabod starts up the Monster and heads away from the scene of the crime. As he travels along he turns off the radio, having heard enough crap for one day out of Triple X. The nerve of that guy, meaning to intimidate me with threats of unleashed anger. The Revelation is the embodiment of unleashed anger. Hell, the mission statement of the soon to be, once again, dominant faction in WOW, should be "An you hate, do what thou wilt." I hate Triple X, I hate Cheap, I hate Prick. I wilt destroy them, so I do go to Malice with that very intention.