Matt Madison hands his ticket to the airline employee at the counter beside the entrance to the plane, and after she checks it over and hands it back, he begins to walk down the hallway to the door of the plane.  He does not have any carry on luggage with him, and is still wearing the same suit from earlier, aside from the addition of a fedora and a plain manilla trenchcoat.  He enters the plane and shows a flight attendant at the doorway his ticket, and she directs him towards first class.  He hurridly makes his way through Coach and passes through a blue curtain serving as a divider for the two sections.  He displays his ticket once more for another flight attendant, and is show to his seat.  As he sits down, he notices that there is a familiar grey coat balled up on the seat next to his.

Matt: Oh no...

Inside the first class bathroom, Creature stands over the sink, maskless.  He is examing the gash still on his forehead, which will eventually become a scar, an eternal reminder of his battle and loss to Michael Mercer.  He reaches down and turns the knob marked "Cool," and places his hands, palms up, under the cold, running water.  He stares down at his hands as the water runs over them, and suddenly, his head begins to throb.  He quickly shakes it from side to side, trying to clear his mind, and when he glances back down at his hands, they are covered in blood.

Creature: Blood....bloody hands.  Why?

Creature takes a step back from the sink, whose basin is filled with a crimson sollution of blood and water.  He looks up into the mirror in shock, and sees his mask still over his face.  He follows the mirror image of himself downward, where strapped around his waist, is a golden World Championship belt, stained with blood.  He reaches down with his right hand and wipes the blood from the central medal, and reads aloud what it says.

Creature: Hardcore....Championship....Wrestling....

His eyes widen as he realizes it is the HCW World Championship around his waist, not the HWA!  Suddenly, his head begins to ache once more, and he slams his eyes shut and violently begins to shake his skull back and forth.  A few seconds later, when the pain has subsided, he opens his eyes, and finds himself back at the sink, with his hands shaking under the cold water.  No blood.  He looks up at the mirror, and then raises a hand to his face.  No mask.  He steps back and looks down at his waist.  No belt.  He sighs.

Creature: Oh what tonight will bring...

Creature finishes washing up and straps his mask back over his cranium, once again hiding his face from the outside world.  He turns the running water off and exits the bathroom.  He begins walking back towards his seat, and receives all sorts of curious looks from his fellow first class mates, but he ignores them all.  As he draws closer to his place on the plane, he spots a man in a fedora sitting in his seat!  Creature stomps towards the man and his designated location, and upon reaching him, errupts with anger.

Creature: What the hell do you think you're doing!?  Get the FUCK out of my seat, infidel!

Matt Madison looks up at Creature in fear and raises his arms over his head.

Matt: Ah!  I'm sorry, I'm sorry!  I didn't know this was your seat!

Creature slaps at Matt, but only strikes his arms, which are crossed over his head.

Creature: God damn it Matt, get your ass up.

Madison quickly hops to his feet, and Creature shoves him out of the way and reclaims his rightful chair in the plane.  Matt goes to take the seat next to him, but sees that Creature's grey coat is still there.

Matt: Um...could you,uh, well...your coat is kinda, um, well-

Creature: (interrupting) For God's sakes you idiot!

Creature reaches over and snatches up his coat, and flings it into his lap.

Creature: Sit down, jackass.

Madison nods and takes his seat.  As he does, a flight attendant approaches the two.

Attendant: Is everything alright over here?

Matt glances over at Creature, who glares at him devilishly.

Matt: Yeah, yeah, we're fine.

Attendant: Okay.  Buckle up, we'll be taking off any moment.

Matt nods and peers over at Creature.

Matt: You know, Creature...I know how you feel about Blitz.

Madison tenderly places a comforting hand on Creature tense left bicep.  Creature's eyes buldge nearly out of his head, and he stares down at the hand.

Matt: I know that you feel, well, inferior to Blitz.  I know about your inferiority complex.  And I know that you envy him.  It's okay.  Tonight is your big chance to prove that you are just as good as he is.

Matt Madison starts to continue, but notices that Creature's entire body is tensed up and twitching slightly now, and that his fingernails are dug deep into the arm rest of the chair.  Creature slowly raises his head, taking his eyes off Matt's hand and staring at him directly.

Creature: What?

Matt begins to panic.

Matt: Well, well, I-I was...ahem, I was talking to Dr. Resnik, and uh, he said-

Creature: (interrupting) He said what?  That I am afraid of Blitz?

Matt: Well, no, um, he said that, oh boy...He told me what you said in your first meeting, and said that um, that you, you, that you feel inferior to Blitz.  That's what he said.

Creature: Do you and that annoying little shrink have a death wish?  I don't have time to fuck around with you and your stupid theories and all of your garbage.  I have an Iron Man Match to wrestle, damn it.  Inphino Blitz has made my life a living hell for two months, and it is time that I put an end to him.  Inferiority complex?  Is that what you said?  Let me tell you something Matt- you can put that glob of bullshit aside, because tonight all you will see is my superiority.  Do you know what just happened to me in that bathroom?  Huh?  Do you?

Madison shakes his head no.

Creature: Well I'll tell you.

Matt Madison, concerned that Creature is about to use some sort of bathroom analogy to insult Blitz, prepares to hear the worst.  He thinks to himself.

Matt: Oh God...this is going to be bad.

Creature: I was washing my hands.

Matt: Oh, good.  Nothing gross...

Creature: And my head started to hurt.  Before I knew it, I was having some sort of vision.

Matt: Vision?

Creature: Yes, a vision.  I saw myself, covered in blood, with the HCW Championship around my waist.  I saw myself after Unleashed Matt.  Tonight...don't you see?  Tonight I'm going to kill Inphino Blitz!

Matt cringes.

Matt: Oh man, he is totally lost his mind.  He's hallucinating now!

Madison finally responds to Creature, who stares blankly at him.

Matt: Do you want to kill Inphino Blitz?

Creature nods up and down very slowly.

Creature: I think it would be for the best.

Madison gulps.

Matt: Tonight is not going to be pretty.

Creature shakes his head back and forth, once again very slowly, still staring at Matt as he does.

Creature: Not in the least Matthew.  I will have one hour to do as I please with the man who has almost ruined my life completely.  I will have one hour to punch, one hour to kick, one hour to bite, one hour to choke him- I will have one hour to beat the life right out of him.  I'm going to love it.  And when it is all over, I'm going to become the HCW Champion.  And Hardcore Championship Wrestling will never be the same again.

Creature finally turns away from Matt Madison as the plane begins to hum and come to life.  A flight attendant speaks over the PA system in the airplane.

Attendant: Ladies and gentlement, Continental Airlines Flight 889 from New York to Toronto will be lifting off in a moment.  We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts and disable all electronical devices at this time.

As the plane begins to move and build speed, Creature resumes talking.

Creature: You know Matt, I've waited a long time to get my hands on Blitz again.  I've waited a long time to be the HCW Champion again.  And tonight, I'm not going to pass up this opportunity.  I'm going to finally destroy Blitz, as I have dreamed of doing for so long.  I am going to finally become a two time HCW Champion, as only a handful of men have ever done.  And I am going to finally rid myself of the stigma of being a "second-hand" champ.  I will be the man- the one and only king of the mountain, the absolute best.  And it will feel soooo good.  My future is at hand, Matt.  This is a match I cannot afford to lose, this is a match I refuse to lose.  I MUST beat Blitz!

Matt Madison clutches the arm rests of his seat as the plane nears the end of the runway, and the gradually begins to lift off the ground.  Creature continues to rant and rave, even as the plane soars high into the great blue sky.

Creature: Inphino Blitz has brought me a lot of grief.  He has given me stitches, he has given me losses, and he has given me a need for prescription medicine.  He has given me nightmares, he has given me dreams, he has given me headaches, and he has given me a level of hatred that I never knew exsisted.  Tonight, in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, of all places, I will finally Unleash my rage upon him, and he will truly know that I am the Prince of Wrestlers, the King of Men, the God of HCW, and HIS MASTER!

Clouds fly by the windows of the plane as the great mechanical bird soars into the heavens.  The landing gear is heard retracting, and a flight attendant once again speaks over the PA system.  All the while, Matt Madison holds his head in his hands, fearing that Creature might work himself up to much on the plane and do something terrible BEFORE Unleashed.

Attendant: Ladies and gentlemen, you may now activate your electronical devices, we are on our way to Toronto!

Creature glances over at Matt, who doesn't life his head from his hands.

Creature: You remember that vision I had Matt.  The one I told you about.

Madison nods slightly.

Creature: You know what the best part was?

Madison mumbles from inside his hands, cupped over his face.

Matt: No, Creature.

Creature smirks.

Creature: The blood on my hands....wasn't mine.  I could feel it- it was Blitz's.  I was covered in Blitz's blood, and I was wearing MY HCW Title.  That is what is going to happen tonight Madison.  I'm going to bathe in Blitz's blood.  I'm going to regain MY HCW Title.  And I'm going to love it.

Matt lifts his head from his hands and sits back in his seat.  He sighs.

Matt: Creature, have you given any thought at all to what your strategy will be in the match?  Or are you just going to go in all pissed off and try to kill Blitz?

Creature chuckles, but it is an odd, unnatural sounding laugh.

Creature: Believe me, I'm going to do my best to kill Blitz, Matt.  But I do have my strategies for defeating Blitz.  I was his partner for quite sometime, as you know.  And one thing I learned is that the idiot plays to the fans.  Let him try his sloppy Shooting Five Star move.  Let him wildly kick at my head with his Dance Macbre.  Let him spin round and round, trying to set me up for the Black Dragon Smasher, or whatever it is called.  His moves are too showy and complex, I know counters for them all.  When the fans start chanting his name, he'll get caught up in the moment.  And then he'll get caught up in...the Abyss.  For me, when the fans tell me I suck, I tell them to go fuck themselves.  I don't need them.  I don't do this for them.  I do this for my one true love, for my fiancee`- the HCW Championship.  Heh- tonight just happens to be our wedding night.

Matt: Creature, you really freak people out when you say stuff like that.

Creature's eyes once again buldge out of his head.

Creature: I DON'T FUCKING CARE.  Tonight is MY night Matt.  I have waited for this for too long.  I have suffered the indignity of being Blitz's partner and the HWA Champion for two months, I have listened to Blitz's praise for two months, and I have heard that Blitz will beat me again for two months.  By Monday's early dawn, you will all have shut your mouths and been proven wrong.  I will be the HCW Champion, and the world will have hell to pay.

Creature pauses and looks out the window for a brief moment.

Creature: Ah, Matt- we are entering Canada.  It won't be long now...

Matt Madison checks his watch and shakes his head.  The hour of Unleashed draws near.

Matt: We are in the eleventh hour Creature.

Matt looks over at Creature.

Matt: Good luck, I suppose.

Creature smirks and glances at Matt for a moment.

Creature: Save it for Blitz.

The plane moves onward, deeper into the country of Canada.  Ontario draws nearer.  Toronto draws nearer.  Unleashed....draws....nearer.