With a simple twist of a knob, Creature lures heated water out of the spout of the sink in his hotel room.  His body is exhausted and beaten, but for the first time in a long time, he is mentally envigorated.  All of the headaches, envious thoughts, and evil notions have been washed away with a great wave of arrogance, pride, and a sense of accomplishment...for now.

Creature pulls the blood stained leather gloves from his stiff hands, and runs them under the warm water.  As the water caresses his tight, dry skin, the caked blood of another man is reconstituted and runs down into the basin of the sink, and eventually sucked into the drain.  The fatigued champion is overtaken with a magnificient feeling of jubilation, and lifts his masked head up.  As he gazes into the mirror above the sink, he smiles, big and wide, the sort of grin that has not touched his face in a long time.

Creature: My bloody hands...bloody hands.  The vision has come true!  I am the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion!  I have cast Blitz out of my way like a pebble in the road!

Creature shuts off the water and raises his arms in triumph.  He then glances down at his waist, and notices that it is bare.  But not to worry- a quick check over to the hotel room bed reveals Creature's black bag, his tattered grey coat, and both the gleaming HWA World Championship and the glistening HCW World Championship.  Creature beams with pride, and exits the bathroom.  He heads over to bed, nodding to himself as he walks.

Creature: My lovely bride.  And what a glorious wedding night indeed!  First, my long time partner, and LOYAL friend Jack Duncan returns, allowing me to achieve the first fall.  The Force is reunited!  Then I burn Inphino, and drive him through a table as only I, the Prince of Wrestlers, can!  And to top the night off...Gill follows through on his word, and aids me in becoming the two time HCW Champion, and the first ever Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion in the history of the HCW and the HWA.

Creature reaches downward and lifts up his two title belts.  He holds one in each hand, and gazes down upon them, almost lustfully.

Creature: Of course...there was one definite sore spot, one blemish which threatened to ruin everything.

Suddenly, Creature twitches slightly, and a pain shoots up from the base of his neck to the top of his skull.

Creature: Com...Comp...COMPLICATED!  Damn his God forsaken soul!  Two straight HCW Pay Per Views in a row he has meddled in my business, and two times he has cost me a fall to Inphino Blitz!  Fortunately for me, this time around, one fall wasn't good enough, but that is meaningless- the very principal that this heathenistic son of a bitch has dared step in my way once more is perposterous!

Creature throws both belts back down to the bed, and clenches his fists.

Creature: Complicated- the very mention of his name makes my skin boil, my head throb, my back ache.  The very thought of him makes me mad...really mad....REALLY FUCKING MAD.  And Complicated, God damn it, he knows how I get when I am REALLY....FUCKING....MAD.

Creature physically shudders, then lets out a loud bellow of rage.  After several seconds, the roar of the mighty champion subsides, and Creature falls to one knee on the floor, panting heavily.

Creature: Look at me...once again, Complicated's words have ignited a fire deep inside, a hellacious inferno that not even I, the Master of the Abyss, can control.  He calls me a cave-dweller, an Undertaker-wannabe...a madman.  DAMN IT!

The masked man of HCW abruptly halts his speech with an obscenity, and springs to his feet.  He reaches forward and snatches up both his title belts in one hand, and then hoists them high above his head.

Creature: I am the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion, DAMN IT!  And he is wrong, Blitz is wrong, Resnik is wrong, they are all wrong- I am not insane, I am simply...the...best.  And while Complicated may have put up somewhat of a fight when he caught me off guard at Unleashed, and while Complicated may have put up somewhat of a fight after three other men had softened me up in the Gauntlet Match from last month, he will have absolutely no fucking chance against I, the greatest HCW superstar of all time, and my partner...Jack Duncan!

The cerebral pains subsides, and Creature slowly gains dominion over himself and his anger once again.  Dr. Resnik of New York City may have been right...Creature is benefitting mentally from being the HCW Champion, but not much.  And how long will this semi-stability last?

Creature: Jack Duncan...the most under-utilized, under-rated, and loyal men in Hardcore Championship Wrestling today, if not ever.  He has always stood by my side.  From our debuts in HCW.  From Pimp Industries.  And now once more he joins my side, as I embarke on my second reign as World Champion.

Creature lowers his belts to his side, and lifts his head high.  He inhales deeply and slowly, still calming himself after his momentary tirade.

Creature: There is something most do not know about Jack Duncan, but they will soon learn.  He brings out the best in me, and for our opponents, the worst in me.  As a team, we are unstoppable.  We work together better than anyone I have ever seen.  But more importantly than all of these qualities, Jack Duncan is the one man I can tolerate for more than five minutes without wanting to throttle.  Well, aside from Kevin Gill- who has recently become a great acquantance of mine.  And now, Jack Duncan is back and more motivated than ever.  He is prepared to finally experience that meteoric rise through the rankings that he promised so long ago, he is ready to finally dominate the HCW like he always should have, and most importantly- he is ready to team up with the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion to destroy all that stand in our way and become the HCW World Tag Team Champions.  Inphino Blitz has tasted his wrath, and why?  Because he fucked with me.  And Jack knows that NO ONE fucks with ME.  And who will be next?  Complicated.  Why?  Because he has made me...REALLY....FUCKING....MAD.  And he has done so for the last God damn time.

Creature glances over at a digital clock on the nightstand by the hotel room bed.  It reads 11:15.

Creature: Hmm...Jack told me to meet him at The Rig Bar & Grill just down the road at 11:30 tonight.  I'd best leave now.

Creature adjusts his mask, tightening it around his skull, and grabs his grey coat.  He slips into it, and then throws the HWA Title over his left shoulder, and the HCW Title over his right.  He then makes his way towards the door to his hotel room and exits.  The Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion slams the door to the room behind him, and opts to talk the staircase down to the lobby, rather than the elevator.

Wearing a black and green mask, his grey coat, a black tanktop, some black leather pants, and some black boots, Creature passes through the door used as an entrance to the stairwell, and begins making his way down.  The stairwell is brightly lit with flourescent lights which dangle high overheard, and the steps and guard railing are coated in dry, cracking, crimson paint.  The walls and doors are white, and the floor is bare concrete.  As Creature walks, his boots slap the steps and concrete, and the sound resonates up and down throughout the chamber.

As Creature walks, he cannot help but to think once again about his match this Thursday, against hated rival Complicated.

Creature: The King is Back...a truthful statement from a dumb little bitch.  For I, the King of Men, am indeed Back as the HCW Champion, as the Undisputed World Champion.  For the second time, I am runnning the show here in Hardcore Championship Wrestling.  For the second time, I am recognized as the absolute best.  For the second time, I will set a new standard for champions in HCW.  But with that said, it appears that Complicated has decided it rests in his hands to save HCW.  From what?  Having a champion who actually defends the title, unlike our poor "screwed" little Blitz?  Hmph.  Complicated should be more concerned with saving his own ass, rather than HCW.

Creature reaches the last step on one level, and embarks on the downward spiral down to the next floor.

Creature: Now that I think about it...Complicated seems to have taken up the Prophecy, from the sound of things.  His little stories about the human chess game that is HCW, describing himself as the King...heh, sometimes, the Prophecy still speaks to me.  When I am alone at night, with my thoughts.  When my headaches are gone.  When my mind is clear.  I can still hear it.

Creature suddenly halts in the middle of the stairwell, and closes his eyes.

Creature: Yes...ah.  I can recall a passage from the Prophecy Book that applies to our current situation.

Creature sighs and concentrates, then begins to recite this segment of the Prophecy.

Creature: Long ago, there was one peasant who believed he was mightier than all the rest.  He felt his farm was better kept than the others.  He felt he was smarter than all the rest.  And most importantly...he felt that he should be the Prince!  And so, during a great battle, he committed treason, and assaulted the Prince.  He claimed he was better than the Prince, and challenged him and the Prince's best Knight to a dual to the death.  And so the battle took place, and in only a matter of seconds, the arrogant peasant was slain.  The Prince reigned supreme, once again.

Creature opens his eyes and laughs.

Creature: Yes Complicated...that is what will happen in  the handicap tables match on Loaded.  Your Futures is Dim...but the Abyss is Dimmer.

With that, Creature proceeds to the bottom of the stairwell, and enters the lobby.  Loaded draws nearer, but are Creature and Jack underestimating Complicated?