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(Out here in Florida were the weather is fine and the women are oh so finer. We look up the streets seeing people from all walks of life rich a poor. The poor taking from the rich cause there to stupid to put cash some where else. We continue up the street and we see a big walking along shaking hands with some people. He has a slight limp, well what do you know its Avalanch. He is dressed in a pair of shorts and a XGWO t-shirt. The anger that he felt at AZ is still very much there. He has no clue as to who it is that is messing with him....really he doesn't care. Just as long as he shows up so he can beat his ass it doesn't matter who it is. Lanch turns the corner and walks in to the Tiki Lounge. He goes and takes a seat orders him self a beer. The bartender gives him his beer. Lanch takes a drink then look down at the bottle.)

Lanch: You know I have no clue as to what I need to start off with. Should it be Lee Todd that crotch rotting anal bead. Or that whiny bitch Trent Hunter. Or the mystery man that doesn't have the guts to bring himself out in the open and join me in MY world. Well lets start with Lee Todd just because I want to get him out the way now. Lee you got the #1 conteder spot for my IC title well good for you I am happy really. You see that spot gives you the right and privalige to get your ass beat by me. Lee Todd doesn't lose wrestling matchs? Hehe sure you say that now, but remember boy this isn't FHW this isn't the beast you in XGWO. My World...my planet and here I am God. You have been in my way before and those times I have tossed you like garbage and I will do it again and again till you get the message that you don't fuck with me.

(Lanch takes another drink, and looks at the bartender who look like he is going to pass out. He must be drinking his own product. Lanch shakes his head and continues.)

Lanch: I can't seem to figure what it is Lee. I mean you run your mouth like you actualy no the score that you actualy have a clue as to what kind of ass kicking I am bringing to your sorry self. I am the Quadruple Champion. I am the Greatest ever in the history of XGWO, and when time comes I will make another mark by beating your sorry ass into the ground and making you a permanent part of the canvas. Your little rodent friend just ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. I gave you the chance to come get him and you by God you actualy got in the ring...sure you got your face punched in but you got in ther and got him out. At least for that I got to give you some credit. To bad that doesn't win titles. You see Lee you have to beat me oh sure you sitting there saying wow thats going to be real hard...but you see you are not the first to say that. I have taken every one brought them close to heaven then drove them straight to hell. Your no different you are just anothe guy on the list with a big mouth that I have to shut. No problem I will beat you and get back to Chi Town in time for Lunch.

(Lanch finishes his beer and gets another he take a drink and smiles for just a second.)

Lanch: Now this week I have to face Trent Hunter again. This time its a glass hell in the cell. Now Trent I thought you were going to be a man about it, but I see you proved me wrong. You sit there and say that I screwed you out of the World Title. HOW? What because I beat your ass time after time. I told you over and over and over that you can't and never will beat me. Hell I have proved it tag matchs one on one. Cage matchs it doesn't matter all that matters is I was the one standing over your near dead carcuss as the Champion. You sit there and run your mouth saying I can't beat you....well could have fooled me. WHAT IN THE HELL HAVE I BEEN DOING DANCING? Have I not pinned you? Have I not stand on top of a cage holding 3 singles titles. Whats next Trent you going to say the guy that took and supreme ass kicking wasn't you? Man you need to review some tapes cause if I can't beat you then I am going to continue not beating. Since thats what gets me these titles you fucking idiot. Man how many more stupid comments can you make? Wait don't answer that.

(Lanch takes another drink. A guy walks in and he and Lanch shake hands and the guy walks off.)

Lanch: Oh Trent you forgot to add somthing in that impression. I am going to beat you.....again. Beating you up is starting to get real old. The only way you can beat me Trent is if I came in real drunk. Wait....shit I could whip you passed out. Trent I don't know how you are even at this level considering you got as many wins against me as the Brooklyn Brawler has against The Rock. Face it your a dumb ass jobber so do your self a favor lay down and let me pin you so I don't have to kick your ass again. Oh and to Laura.....I know your an idiot and all but if you can point out when Trent has beat me in a match I would love to see it. Tell Trent to whip my ass again haha I nearly fell over and hurt my self after that. Woman you are the one filling his head with stupidity. You ought to be ashamed filling his head with nonsence your the one who will be blamed after I put him in the hospital for good. Your right about one thing though Trent you did about die in the Hardcore Havoc match. Well maybe next time you will learn not to get in the ring with me. You are all obsessed with my title, then you sit there and blab about pessure. Little boy you don't even know what pressure is. I am not just holding a title I am holding FOUR titles. Thats four times the pressure cause it means that every time I step into a arena there is a whole big roster of guys just hoping to get the chance to get a shot at one of my titles. Thats pressure. Trent you little bitch...I can't stand you I am getting tired of whipping your ass. I am getting tired of even saying your name. Its like your a freaking cockroach that just won't die. So now here we are going to have to get into a glass hell in a cell. Now thats going to be fun only have to worry about getting cut up intead of cut burned electrocuted and what ever the hell else happens.

(Lanch takes one final sip pays the man and gets up and walks out. He walks back down the street and walks up to a vehical. Its a red Chevy Sanoma. Its got 20 inch chrome rims on the tail gate in black it says Hardcore Freak. On the hood its has a pic of Lanch holding up the Hardcore title. He gets in puts in a CD soon some Ozzy blasts through the speakers and he takes off.)

Lanch: Now as you can see I am driving another one of my vehicals. My truck its quite nice. You know mystery man you can keep the Hummer call it a funeral gift, cause soon pal I am going to find you and I am going to beat your ass. Till you can't breath let alone drive so enjoy it. Now as far as driving off with my World Title and also once again knocking out my friends. You need to grow a set of balls. You know if you didn't have that pipe Tristin would have whooped your ass. No you have to use a pipe well you see I got somthing here to help even the odds bitch.

(Lanch pulls out a chrome plated 45. He looks at it a sec and sets it in the seat.)

Lanch: Now I know what you thinking he has a gun in the seat isn't that illegal? Well of course it is unless you have a license for to carry and keep one which I do. So does Tristin now. You see mystery man you better sleep with one eye open cause if you don't you just might catch a case of led poisioning. You see I am sick and tired of this shit. You want me come get me its not hard you will find me in the ring or in my locker room. You want a shot at my title fine you can have it. You want to be a some body fine you can just leave my friends out of it. I don't know what it is with guys like you. You think you can come in hit people with a pipe why cause your scared. You don't stand a chance in a regular fight. You don't have the guts and thats true cause look at you. A pathetic excuse for a man. Mystery man why don't you make like a hermaphrodite AND GO FUCK YOURSELF!! You wanna play games well guess what my games are starting this week. You see since I can't find your sorry ass I will just have to see if I can get it out of people to see if they know who you are...or maybe I just might find you the real you not the punk who hides like a pervert spying on there Mom. So you better watch out cause I am comin to get ya.

( Soon the Sanoma pulls up to the Mariot Hotel a man comes up to the truck as Lanch gets out and Lanch grabs the man and lifts him up by his shirt collar.)

Valet: Yo man!!! Whats the deal....I am just here to take and park the truck!!

(Lanch eye's the man theb puts him down.)

Lanch: Yea....no way you could be he him.

(Lanch walks into the hotel and a guy short in stature walks but him and stares at Lanch. Lanch shoves the man down.)

Lanch: What the hell are you eye balling me for? Are you the guy? You the guy who thinks he can mess with my head?

(The man is so scared he just shakes his head and he wets himself. Lanch just shakes his head and walks off.)

Lanch: Oops. Man this is getting to me.....I hope like hell I find that bastard. I can't take this no more. The guy sits there and does this shit not realsing the price he is going to pay cause sooner or later he is going to show up he has to if he wants to make a World Title match legit. I sit here and get botherd with all of this crap. I am a damn Super Champ. I am more then a mere Champion...I am a Champions Champion. Its about time people realise.

( Lanch walks up to the desk a woman about mid 20's long blonde hair wearing a blue vest with the name tag "Tammy" on it. She greets Lanch with a smile.)

Lanch: Any mail for a Mr. Brice?

Tammy: Yes sir there is. A package is here for you. Sign please.

(Lanch signs it and takes the package. Lanch walks over to the elevater and it opens he steps inside and there are two other people in there. One is a man looks to be about 5'10 and a 160lbs. He is also wearing a blue vest with the name tag "Jack" on it. The other is a man he is wearing a suit he has a drag along bag at his feet. He looks to be leaving. Soon the elevater stops and Lanch gets off. )

( Lanch walks down the long hall until he is a room 345. He takes his key out unlocks it and goes in side. Lanch imediatly takes off his shoes and throws his keys on the near by chair he lays the package down on the table then walks over to the fridge and pulls out a couple bottles of beer. He then goes and sits down and grabs the package.)

Lanch: Lets see here. Oh cool it looks like they got the new marketing stuff done. This must be my free shit plus if it stinks we can redo some of it.

(Lanch opens it up and pulls out a shirt. Its has a bluse Super Man "S" with Avalanch across the stomach then on the back it read in bold letters "Super Champ". Lanch smiles folds it and tosses it aside. Next he pulls up the Avalanch action figure says 5 phrases. He hits the button and it says "Fear This" he hits it again and it says "No one can go toe to toe with the Hardcore Freak" Lanch nods in aproval. He then looks at a couple of posters and stuff then he just sits it aside. He then opens his beer and takes a drink of it he looks out the window. The view is nice you can see the ocean.)

Lanch: You know its nice to be here. I mean to get a chance to relax is always good. I mean right now with evey thing going on there is not much more I want to do. I just turned down a role to play the villan in Terminater 3 so I heard they are going to give it to Scott Steiner which is cool I mean he is second best to the Hardcore one. I mean I have matchs to deal with Lee Todd might get a shot at the IC title. Trent has to face me again in a match which is just stupid. Trent is old news there are other guys out there looking to get a shot at the World Title. There are others out there more deserving. He has had his shot...or shots. Trent needs to move on to somthing more simple like golf or somthing. Or go after a title thats not held by me. Then there is this man in black. A guy who is even worse then Trent at least Trent has the guts to get in the ring with me. Even though he is just goign to get his ass kicked again. Really Trent c'mon man. Haven't you had anough pain. I mean I put you through hell the last time and yet here you are still wanting to face me again. I am almost starting to feel sorry for you. Well thats until you say somthing stupid which you always seem to do. Then I lose respect for you and don't mind making you bleed to some more. You are goign to bleed buckets pal inside that cell. What I put you through in the Hardcore Havac is going to be small potato's. Your next hospital stay is going to be pretty near permanent. You and a feeding tube are goign to be real close friends, and being the worlds most sexiest man will be just a distant memory. While I on the other hand will stand over you....again with my hands raised. As it is anouced......here is you winner......and still XGWO World Heavy Weight Champion.......AVALANCH!!! Then Praise by Sevan Dust will kick in as I walk around the ring pose a a bit for the people. Let them take some pictures while the EMT's come down and carry your sorry ass back to the meat wagon. I mean it sucks to have to do that to you since you clearly have brain damage cause you actualy think I can't beat you when I have done that already so many times. Yet you sit there and say (high pitched voice that sounds like puberty is starting to happen) "You can't beat me....I am the Lone Wolf....Howl with my dumb ass." (In normal voice now) You see Trent thats what you sound like....I mean don't you realise just how stupid you really are...I mean if you want I can do that again if you didn't get the idea the first time.

(Lanch turns on the TV and the Olympics are on. The Skeleton races are on. Lanch takes a drink of his beer and watchs for a sec then looks back at the camera.)

Lanch: Man the Olympics are cool....I am more of a summer guy though. Plus I could compete in Greco Roman wrestling...although I would probably get angry and forget the rules so I don't think I will be in them any time soon. Now if being a fucking moron was a Olympic event....Englands own Lee F'n Todd would take gold. I mean Lee is a big pile o shit. He needs his ass kicked real bad....and soon I am going to do just that. Lee I hope like hell you win your little match. Just so I can give you a shot at this title and break your stinking little back. Lee Todd doesn't lose wrestling matches...but you sure as hell will lose to the Super Champ why....cause I am great and your not. Pretty simple I think don't you? I know you run your mouth about being the beast Champion and its cool and all....but hell I could take that peice of tin off you and add it to my collection. I can take that damn belt at any time your lucky I feel no need to take it. I mean I have my hands full as it is just being who I am. So Lee do your best and whip that guys ass so I have the pleasure of making you my bitch.

(Lanch takes another drink of his beer then sits it down. Looks at the tv he shakes his head you can tell he is wondering man sleding an event what will they come up with next.)

Lanch: Now on a final note. Man in black.....who ever you are....I hope your ready cause I am going to find you, and when I do your ass is mine. Trent don't think I have forgotten you. You may be a worthless peice of shit but I still remember I have a match with you...and that I am going to just make you bleed all of the damn ring...kids this match will not be the faint of heart. So turn away if your squeemish. So to all of you....your Champion says FEAR THIS!!