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[Scene: We found ourselves in familiar ground. Well, at least a familiar ROOM. A dark room. A dark room only lit by the white glow of a computer screen. An as always, a dark figure emerges in front of that white screen as he sits down in a chair and starts to type something. He clicks and the dial tone starts, getting ready to send him straight to the Internet. Suddenly, out of no where, a women's voice calls-no-yells out to him.]

Women: Are you going online?!

Guy: Yeah!

Women: Did you do your homework?

Guy: Of course!

Women: Well, ok! Bed at 11:00pm!

[The guy mutters to himself]

Guy: Yeah. Yeah.

[More typing. Type. Type. Type. Typity. Typity. Stop. The figure feels a presence he has felt many times before. Sighing, he turns around and sees the camera and nods in acknowledgement]

Guy: Welcome. Welcome to the realm of reality that not many people ever see in the world of e-wrestling promos. A world where limits are put upon us and only that which is possible is indeed, possible. Here, we as the handlers of our e-fed wrestlers shape their world, we tell them what to say, we tell them what to do. We are their Gods. We decide if they live, or if they die. Which is a decision I myself, recently had to make.

[A familiar popping noise is heard as a poptop is opened. The guy takes a sip from his soda as he looks at the camera]

Guy: BloodBrother, Bishop Brother Blood, whatever you really want to call him, was my third or so e-fed character I have ever made. I have been through good times with him, and plenty of the bad. More bad than good actually. Which I sometimes question myself about even today. Why did I continue to RP as a character I just didn't like and just wasn't happy with? Tell you the truth, Im not even sure. I guess I just thought he would one day become great and exciting like he first was when I made him.

[The Guy takes a sip of his soda as he just chuckles for a moment]

Guy: "Made Him". Hm. Ironic are those words. Nonetheless, as time went on, so did my hatred for the character. I thought bringing him back would help, but just like how when alone he was nothing, even with someone else, he was still nothing. So, I killed him, and now he is gone. While most of me is happy to finally get rid of him so that I may continue the path with my most successful and funniest character to work with to do aka Chris Cortez. Part of me is sorry to see him go. Sorry to see him die. Which is why, before my next promo which will have the last mention of his name by me. I offer this...

Guy: ...now, on to the promo at hand...

[Turning around, he clicks away at the keys as the camera zooms in on the white computer screen. Zooming out we find ourselves in the back-seat of a cab, its daytime, as it goes through the woods. The camera turns to the seat next to it, to find a very angry looking Chris Cortez, who just stares out the window. He looks over at the camera and just gives it a very pissed off look.]

Chris Cortez: Bunch of bullshit. Its all a bunch of bullshit! First, my stupid so called "Tag Team" partner Mr.Freeze doesn't even TRY to help me during the tag team match! I mean, let me make this perfectly clear, I DID NOT LOSE! I DID NOT GET PINNED BY KILLJOY! I thought Frosty was going to come in to break up the pin, so I didn't do anything. It seems, that I was totally wrong because that little bastard didn't help me the slightest! Im glad Im not doing training with him, I dont need to learn the arts of being such a pathetic and loserly jobber. No one could surpass him at that.

[Chris Cortez looks angrily back out the window]

Chris Cortez: Then there was Killjoy losing his match later on because he didn't help Angel at all! You call that love? Not me! Now, the LSW Mixed Tag Team Titles wont be on the line in our match at the PPV! This is such a load of bullshit! Then, might I add, to top the night off with even more bullshit, some moron from what seems like some other federation comes out of nowhere and attacks both me and Killjoy! Whoever this idiot is, he sure knows who to attack. Attacking such an old foggie myth and the TRUE TALENTED SUPER STAR that I am! Whoever this moron is, he better stay away from both of us if he knows what's good for him. I don't want any interruptions come me and Killjoy's match. NONE. This match is getting more personal and heavier by the day. What's next?

[The cab pulls up the to the warehouse, as Chris Cortez and the camera man look out, they see police cars and ambulances everywhere in site around the entrance.]

Chris Cortez: What the?

[Chris Cortez quickly steps out and tells the cabbie to wait for him, telling him not to leave. The camera quickly walks out and follows behind Chris Cortez as he crosses the yellow taped fence only to get stopped by a policeman.]

Policeman: Im sorry sir, you cant come in here!

Chris Cortez: Why? What's going on?

Policeman: We got calls last night of screams coming from here. We checked it out not but a few hours or so ago, and lo and behold, we found ourselves a dead body.

Chris Cortez: Who is it? Is it Bishop Brother Blood?

Policeman: Why, yes, how did you know?

Chris Cortez: Im friends with him, can you let me in to take a look?

Policeman: Sure kid, but it aint a pretty site.

[Chris Cortez and the camera man follow the policeman inside and towards a bloody mess, in which the dead body of Bishop Brother Blood is.]

Chris Cortez: Oh, my God!

Policeman: Yeah, whoever did this defiantly knew what he was doing. This doesn't look like the work of an amateur, looks like the work of a professional assassin. You wouldn't happen to know anyone who would want to have killed Mr.Blood, did you?

Chris Cortez: Well, there is-

[Suddenly, out of a crowd of ambulance workers and policemen, Malicea McDeath walks up to Chris Cortez looking at him for a minute as Chris Cortez just looks back.]

Chris Cortez: Mrs.McDeath, what are you doing here?

Malicea McDeath: Lets just say, me and BloodBrother go way back.

Chris Cortez: How do you mean?

Malicea McDeath: That really is none of your concern at the moment. What is of your concern though, is that as you very well may know, your match at the PPV against Killjoy has been changed a bit.

[Chris Cortez nods]

Chris Cortez: I know about that, the Mixed Tag Team Titles and such, but its just that-

Malicea McDeath: No. It isn't just the Mixed Tag Team Titles.

[Chris Cortez looks at Malicea with a questioning face]

Chris Cortez: Huh? What do you mean?

Malicea McDeath: Oh. Right. You haven't been to the locker room area lately have you? Hm. No, you haven't. Been spending time training and what not. Here with BloodBrother of course. I expected you we're to be here, and to kill two birds with one stone, I knew you would turn up here sooner or later, so here, take this.

[Malicea McDeath hands Chris Cortez a piece of paper]

Chris Cortez: What's this?

Malicea McDeath: A press release. Releases new stipulations for your match at the PPV against Killjoy. Well, now that my duty is done, I must go.

[Malicea McDeath turns to leave, but Chris Cortez runs up to her and whispers closely to make sure none of the cops hear him]

Chris Cortez: Speaking of Killjoy, it was him, wasn't it?

[Malicea McDeath looks at him and just smiles and evil smile]

Malicea McDeath: I think you know the answer to that. If I we're you though, Id keep your mouth shut. Killjoy goes to jail, the match is called off, for good. Think about it and make sure to read that paper while your at it.

[Malicea McDeath smiles evilly again as she turns and heads towards the exit. Chris Cortez watches her leave and then turns back to the corpse of Bishop Brother Blood. He sighs as he looks down at the piece of paper that Malicea McDeath handed to him a few minutes ago. As he reads it, his eyes blaze with flames of hatred and fury]

Chris Cortez: What the hell is this? WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!

[Chris Cortez angrily rips the paper in half and kicks and punches at a nearby wall. He smashes against it backfirst, as he clenches his first around the two pieces of ripped paper. He then looks at the camera with a demonic look to his eyes as he points into the camera with anger and flare in his voice.]

Chris Cortez: I thought we had a DEAL Killjoy! I thought we had everything all squared away, everything all figured out, and now this! THIS! THIS BULLSH*T! First, You and Angel lose the LSW Mixed Tag Team Titles, thanks to you not being ringside to help Angel I might add! If you ask me, that shows no "love" what so ever. You didn't care. You didn't give one damn one bit. Besides that, you have also broken your promise. You said, that at our match at the PPV, YOUR HALF of the Mixed Tag Team Titles would be up for grabs. Well, thanks to YOU, it isn't anymore!

Now, why do I get the feeling you did this all on purpose? Why is it? Did you just not want to see me with Angel, as the Mixed Tag Team Champions, after the PPV? Did you just not want to see me with yet another belt around my waist and you with but one? What are you a coward? I bet.

The evidence is all there. I mean, Why did you lose such an easy match for such a skilled warrior like yourself? Was it to get rid of the LSW Mixed Tag Team Titles so that I wouldn't be able to hold them with Angel? I'll bet. Then you add in some stip of how I have to give up MY title in order for YOU to put YOUR title on the line in the match? Not to mention killing the one man who you KNEW could have taught me the secrets of taking you down?! You just couldn't let that happen right? You just couldn't afford to lose! You couldn't afford to fight a fight like a man! You had to be a sneaky bastard and cheat, by cheating a man out of his life!

[Chris Cortez just shakes his head]

Chris Cortez: I know that is why. I know and you know. So don't act like you dont. I mean, what do you take me for? A fool? No. Wait. Don't answer that. Both of us now the answer already, you look down upon me as nothing, no matter what I say or even do. Your always think that way it seems, but so be it, your mind just might finally change come our match. Maybe after its all said and done, you will look at me as your equal, or just maybe, your look up at me.

[Chris Cortez sighs as he slides down the wall and sits down on the ground]

Chris Cortez: Now, back to the match, in fact. I forgot to mention about yet another stipulation that has been seemingly added for what seems like no reason what so ever. That stipulation is in the form of, the Beast. Now, Killjoy. While you are indeed both a fool and a coward, I will admit you still are the master of the mindgame. I will never take that title away from you. I mean, its well known that you and the Beast arint exactly...friends.

[Chris Cortez just stares forward and shrugs a little]

Chris Cortez: Who knows, maybe that will be an advantage on my part, for once.

[Chris Cortez watches on as the paramedics and police continue to observe the area and the body of Bishop Brother Blood]

Chris Cortez: Well, Ive talked a lot about the new stipulations, but I haven't really said much about wither I really accept them or not. The LSW Mixed Tag Team Titles are forever out of my hands now, thanks to the hands of Killjoy. That is out. But, It seems like Beast is in. As for the giving up of my LSW Karaoke Title for him to put up his LSW World Heavyweight Title? Dont rule that out yet. I've still got time to think about that.

[Chris Cortez sighs as he walks towards the exit, he looks over one last time as he sees the paramedics zip up a bodybag. The bodybag holding the now dead body of Bishop Brother Blood. Chris Cortez looks into his dead eyes as he just sighs and turns away heading outside. As he walks away, he gives out some more words to the camera]

Chris Cortez: This match, it just isn't about titles. It isnt just about Angel. No. Its also about fulfilling a promise. A promise I made to a doomed man. A promise...to avenge his death...

[The camera man stops following him as Chris Cortez walks over to the cab, takes one last look at the warehouse and gets inside. The cab drives away as the camera shuts off and the scene fades to black]

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