Bigg Wafer quietly sits in in his Porsche late at night in an empty parking lot. He plays 'Thugz Cry' quietly on the CD player as he awaits Ichabod's arrival.

A good look of the outside of his car is taken. A tradition was started when he first won the world title in hs first efed. He had a small decal of a gold belt with the federations name on it. Several of these decals were lined up on the bumper of his Porsche. At the base of his windshield, small chrome letters shouted the statement, I am awesome™. Several unoticable customzations were on the back windshield. One shortly stated, 'In the memory of Ronnie Bilklie.' Another honored his greatest fued with Smoke Dawg. simply read 'Thomas Richard Lawrence'. The street light bounced off the fresh wax job recently apllied to the nine-eleven sports car. After a good look at the chromed out rims, quad exhaust and door handles, a big, dirty monster truck came into the parking lot. An old Turntable banjo remix coming from the monster truck made Bigg Wafer crack a smile. The truck, taking five parking spaces due to its crooked park, was facing the neatly parked Porchse. Bigg Wafer pushed the button for the windows as Ichabod exited the monster truck and walked towards the black beauty. Cigarete smoke from a Newport clouded around his head as he neared the car.

Ichabod opens the passenger door and gets in, and hands Bigg Wafer the card for the next Tournation. Ichabod reads over the card in silence, tracing his finger down each match at a time, pausing to think each time.

Who is Ti Konflict?

He is a former Thai Boxer. Not a bad fighter, and a crowd pleaser. He was kicked out of his league for killing someone. He's tough as nails and big as hell. He fought his first match this week, against a woman, but he showed he could hold his own in the ring. One more thing, his manager, Inga, keeps files on every wrestler that ever enters the WoW, so he goes into every match with a preconceived knowledge of his opponent: his strengths, his weaknesses, his wins and losses. This guy may be new, but he is already showing a good mind for getting ahead in this business. You got a pretty good fight on your hands.

You always say that, and I always come out on top. I've only really met one man who could give me a real problem in the ring and that is Smoke Dawg. The legendary fued we fought has never been topped yet. I can't be expected to continue a serious career if all the federation has to offer is a has been boxer who spends his time reading bios of better wrestlers. That is not a contender, that is nothing more than a fan. I remember before I started my career how I used to read up on superstars like Hogan, Ultimate Warrior, and Sting, wishing all the time that it was me. Now it is me, I don't have time to kick back and read a WoW weekly to see if Dev. Cisco has made a good prediction about John Wrestler so i know if he will be a challenge for me. Actions speak louder than words, Ichy, if Ti was really worried about fighting me and wanted to be ready for a match with me, he would be in the AV room watching tapes of my old matches, learning my moves, my attacks and defenses. His lack of intelligence and experience in the wrestling business shows.

You know, A lot of people around here say our past with Payne and Smoke Dawg don't matter.

Ichabod finishes his smoke and flips it out the window. He lights another one.

You got to stop smoking that shit man, how do you last in the ring with your lungs turning black? As far as what the people around here say, that is too be expected. They weren't there, they didn't see it, they werent' witness to the greatest fueds in wrestling history. The fueds the four of us had with each other and with guys like Chris Conner, Zero, Lobster, Velocity, and Reverend. We are the only four left of the most elite men in wrestling. These new guys in this fed could never fathom what these fueds mean, it is beyond their scope of understanding.

It seems to me like anything is beyond the understanding of these guys. They all think we are here to ride Smokey and Payne to the top. I don't know about you but I don't give a sh't about the top, the titles, glory, fame, or any of that. I have a score to settle with Payne, and even he thinks i am just here to feed off his success. Frankly from what I've seen here so far, I am dissappointed in Smokey and Payne, so feeding off them would leave us pretty dry.

Yeah, it's getting a little boring already waiting for a challenge to step up. I know Smoke has other things to worry about , but it seemed like in IPWF he had everyone gunning for his ass. He wasn't even in a stable. Now he has a partner and a chance to get better, and all i see is he has gone downhill. Maybe he won't be as good a challenge as I once thought.

I think it's just that he has been surrounded by these guys for so long here that he doesn't feel a reason to be as challenging. I mean, their interviews consist of name calling and insults. I remember doing that in high school. Look at Arctic Fox. He calls me names, points out my culture in a bad way, changes the spelling of my name to insult me, and calls me by the name of some Disney character by the same name. Any idiot who reads a book would know Ichabod is a Biblical name. And this guy expects that by using schoolyard cracks to support his whole interview, that he is going to get under my skin. I see him and laugh. He is going to get a wake up call Tuesday when we step into the ring and he finds out that I am no rookie. I've been around and one Arctic Fox is just another Bitch Thump on a normal day. I'm not interested in gold, i'm not interested in glory, and i sure as hell am not interested in Fox.

Wafer looks at his watch and notices the late hour. Rays of sun come up over the parking lot in the city. Ichabod finishes his cigarette in silence as Wafer finishes studying the card.

Well it looks like we need to get some training in maybe today or tomorrow and work out some strategies for our matches.Lets get some breakfast and meet at the Pilot Sparring Facility.

Alright man. Peace, see ya at about 10. Lets make this one a full day.

You got it. Give me a cigarrette.

Ichabod hands Wafer the pack and then watches annoyed as wafer removes about 8 cigarettes and breaks them. He hands the pack back to Ichabod.

And cut down on the damn cigarettes.

Ichabod rolls his eyes and lights up another one. Wafer grins a cocky grin as he raises the tinted windows on the Porsche and fires it up. Ichabod climbs into the Monster and roars the engine to life. The two speed off in different directions. As the exhaust and dust clears, the wall near where they were parked comes into view. It is an eerie memory etched in grafitti paint, as the two main tags stand out from the scribbled names. One says "ORS". The other simply says "Revelation".