Everyone at the concert is pumped up. Nearly the entire crowd has become a mosh pit as bodies slam into each other without prejudice. Sweat, weed, and beer mix to create a rather interesting smell in the air. As Hedsnap's blonde singer jumps into the air, the entire crowd leaps with him in perfect time. Front and center Ichabod stands with friends Bill, Echo, and Villan.
Villan- Damn this new Hedsnap rocks yo!
Bill sips his beer as Echo checks out the female moshers. The music is so loud the four friends have to scream just to hear one another at arms length. Hedsnap finishes up their last song as the crowd goes into cheers, forked finger signs, and clapping. Lee, the drummer tosses out his drumsticks as Stokes and Josh throw picks into the crowd. Eager fans grab for the flying instrument tools as Ichabod, Villan, Echo, and Bill retire to a near the bar. Ichabod orders another fresh round of beers for the group as the crowd finally begins to calm down.
Echo- So are you still into that wrestling thing?
You know, I'm on TV every week and you ask me something like that?
Bill- We believe that expressions of rage through violence is very unhealthy Ichabod.
So what was all of that moshing about?
A healthy expression of rage through violence.
Ichabod raises an eyebrow and then gets up to step outside. He lights a cigarette as a bouncer comes around to tell him beer isn't allowed outside the club doors.
Back off.
What's your problem?
It just seems like the entire world has gone stupid on me all of a sudden. "We hate expressions of rage, we mosh as an expression of rage.""We are not like you: at war with WOW, we are like us: at war with WOW."
The confused bouncer walks off to some other business, wisely deeming to leave Ichabod alone. Ichabod pulls on the cigarette as he thinks to himself.
~>in thought<~
Triple Ex has turned out to be nothing more than a great big bundle of bullshit. The way he smells, the way he looks, and the smack he talks. He knows I've called him and the rest of his merry men out on what they really are, and his only defense is to deny it all of course. Even a retard can go around saying, "I'm not a retard."
You know it doesn't even matter does it, Ex? Who's elite, who's a curtain jerker? The only thing that should matter is if you can go toe to toe with the evil redneck. Can you? Maybe. Just because you are dumb jerk doesn't make you a bad wrestler. Look at Kurt Angle to see what I mean. I've seen you in the ring, and sure, you hold your own. But if you have watched me as you say you have, then you, too, cannot deny the fact that I'm more than a handful. You say you don't really fit in with the hardcore brutality scene. Well I do. I live for it. I go way beyond "smacking around chumps" and trying to get them to say "I'm their daddy." No, a smart man like me doesn't leave the enemy enough slack to talk, much less write some fucking stupid note. You are going about this the wrong way, Ex. You are talking way more smack than you can bring to the ring. It isnt' going to be too long before your mouth outruns your ass and I'm left stomping the hell out of it. Then all that will be left of you is that hot air you've been spitting at me for the past few days.
What am I saying? Basically that you are an ignorant piece of trash. You say that since Forsaken has come under my wing they've only floundered? I dont' know where you get your information, but they have more opportunities now than they've ever had. Forsaken has held titles, whereas none of them had a title before they joined up with me. You seen the King Karnage card besides our match, Ex? Notice how many members of my team are involved in title affairs? Or can you count that high? The point is that they are where they are because a big name... Ichabod, which is bigger than Triple Ex, B-Pac, or Adam Lax... a big name has become associated with their own, and only then does the the hierarchy notice that these guys really have talent. Talent by itself doesn't really matter in this day and age does it? Obviously not, when guys like you can run around calling themselves "Elite."
Another case and point of your ignorance. You think that you three are accomplishing more than Forsaken ever will in this "war on WOW." When it is over and Forsaken is the winner, we will have gained everything. Titles. Glory. Bragging rights. Respect. Fame. A spot in WOW history that we may not have had other wise. What will you three earn, if you win this? You've had your runs with titles, with glory. You've all achieved a great deal, so you have bragging rights, respect, and fame. You've all three disappeared, came back, and heard the fans screaming in approval when you took the ring again for the first time. You've got your names in the unspoken hall of fame. What more do you want??!! What will you gain if you don't abandon this silly crusade? One thing that you haven't had before... one thing. Humiliation. Is that what you crave so? If not, then you've sure got everyone here fooled, Ex. Maybe you better think again before you step into my ring spouting your rhetoric about punishing the WOW.
Ichabod tosses the butt and downs the rest of his beer. Before going back inside to join his friends, he sees the van for the small three member band that was the opening act. He remembers the band got hardly any applause... just a little from Ichabod's group who clap for everyone out of a respect for the effort. The band's name is Carnal Elite. Ichabod rolls his eyes at the irony.
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