As the aged, run down GMC Jimmy, owned by HCW's own "The Hoss" Jack Duncan, rolls down a long, icy road in Alberta, Canada, the two men who comprise the Force seated inside discuss their upcoming shot at the HCW World Tag Team Championship, their opponents, and the third party in the vehicle, one Lil' Creach.

Inside the automobile, the two are still wearing the attire they wore earlier in this evening, when they stopped for a tail gate wok dinner of squid- Jack is adorn in a red and grey coat, some black sweat pants, and some black boots, while his partner, the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion, is wearing a black mask, a worn and torn grey coat, some black jeans, and some dirty, brown hiking boots.  Now resting on Creature's lap are the HCW and HWA World Heavyweight Championships, shined and glistening in the light of the headbeams, which pave the way for them in the night's darkness, reflected back at them by the windshield and hood of the Jimmy.  In between them rests a much smaller man, a midget in fact, bearing a mask resembling Creature's, a long sleeve HCW Creature sweater, and some black leather pants, the likes of which Creature is known to wear quite often.  The midget is asleep, and his head lays against Creature's left shoulder.

As Jack drives, Creature looks down with disgust at the midget's skull, and nudges it slightly, attempting to knock the sleeping immitation of himself away.

Creature: Just what the hell is this thing?

Creature takes his right hand and places it on top of the midget's skull.  He pushes the small head and body of the "full grown" man up and away, but he soons falls right against his shoulder.  Jack looks over at Creature and shrugs.

Jack: That's Lil' Creach, man.

Creature snorts, gives Lil' Creach one more look of disapproval, then directs his sight on the road ahead.

Creature: I know that's Lil' Creach as you call him, but what the hell is his problem?  Why does he dress like me?  And why the hell do we have to escort his puny ass around with us?  What the hell has done to deserve the right to hang out with us, with ME?  I'm the Undi-Fucking-Sputed champion, DAMN IT!

Jack raises an open palm towards Creature, and gestures for him to calm down.  Creature glares at Jack.

Jack: Listen man-

Creature: (interrupting) You told me back when we ate that you'd tell me about Lil' Creach.  But then you got sidetracked when we saw that God damn liquor store-

Jack: (interrupting) Well hell, you can't expect me to quit cold turkey-

Creature: (interrupting) Don't interrupt me, damn it.  And let me tell you something else, you idiot- tomorrow we are going for the Tag Team Titles, and I'll be damned, you hear me, DAMNED, if you so much as fucking THINK about taking a God damn drink of that liquid shit called alcohol.  You understand?

Jack frowns and nods.  He then focuses straight ahead at the road, ignoring the fumming man in the passenger's seat, directly to the right of Lil' Creach, who throughout the argument, has remained in a deep slumber.

Creature: Now then...tell me all about this...Lil' Creach.

Jack: Okay man.  It all started after I signed on with HCW, when it re-opened...

               It is early in the morning, and the sun pierces the eyelids of Jack Duncan, forcing them open.  He stirs, and immediately gets the sensation that he is laying on something cold and hard.  Definitely not a bed.  His vision is blurred, and he sits up.  He shakes his head rapidly, back and forth, and his vision begins to clear.  He is in a back alley way, and he appears to be alone.  He pulls himself to his feet, and dusts himself off.  He looks down and examines his clothing.  He is wearing a stained wife beater tanktop, and some blue jeans.  His feet are bare.  Then, it hits him.

Jack: Oh yeah...I wrestled last night.  That Cyclone bitch.  Wonder if I won...

Jack's breath reeks of alcohol, and in fact, he has just risen from a pool of it.  He glances around, and watches as a white car drives by the alley.  He isn't sure where he is, but he knows he is in a city.

Jack: Well...I guess I'll go find Creach, and figure out what happened last night.  Hmm...I sure hope he beat that In-Imp-Ino-ah, Impotent guy.  And the Xtremist, too.

As Jack's naked feet slap the solid concrete below, he exits the alley.  He glances around quickly, and takes in some of the scenery.  There is a restuarant nearby, but the sign is in Japanese.  To the same extent, there appears to be a bank and a small store, both named in Japanese.  Jack tilts his head to the side, and ponders for a moment.

Jack: Hmm...must be in Chinatown.

Jack quickly turns left and begins to start walking, but he runs right into a person!  It is an elderly woman, wearing a large straw hat, and a long blue dress decorated with yellow and pink flowers.  Her feet bear sandals, and in her feeble old hands, she clutches a white purse.  She staggers a bit, then looks up at Jack and squints.

Woman: (speaks Japanese)

Jack jumps back with surprise.

Jack: Whoa, what the hell did you just say?

The woman tilts her head, and speaks again.

Woman: (speaks Japanese)

Jack furrows his brow, then shrugs.

Jack: So can you tell me where the nearest hotel is?

Woman: (speaks Japanese)

Jack nods.

Jack: Why don't you just take me there?

Jack hooks his left arm around the woman's right arm, and points ahead.  She begins to walk, taking small, baby steps, and Jack follows in suit...

Jack: ...heh.  Tturns out I was in Japan!  A couple months, later, I met Lil' Creach at a FMW show in Japan.

Creature glances over at Jack.

Creature: That's your fucking story?  You wake up in an alley, in fucking Japan, and then a couple of months later you meet this little freak show?  That doesn't explain shit Jack, and you fucking know it!

Jack sighs.

Jack: Fine.  I'll tell you everything.  I basically followed that old lady everywhere, and that night, I guess I got really wasted.  The next time I was conscience, I was in her home.  Get this- she was a hundred, and we were married!  Plus, I had a FMW contract.

Creature continues to stare at Jack, and shakes his head.

Creature: What?  What the hell?  You know what, don't even fucking continue.  You and your stories are stupider than I thought-

Jack: (interrupting) Wait now, I'm not done.  Believe me if you want, it happened.

Creature: So I suppose you are still married to that old hag?

Jack: Uh...no.  I'm single now.

Creature: What happened?  Did the bitch die on you?

Jack: No, no.  I-uh-I don't really want to talk about it.

Creature throws his head back with laughter.

Creature: She dumped you Jack?  Is that what you are fucking telling me?  You God damn loser!

Jack: Okay, okay.  I get the point.  Look, is that anyway to talk to the man who broke Hayabusa's neck?

Creature: Fuck Hayabusa!

Jack: Yeah, yeah.  Look, the whole point here is that while I was working in Japan, I met Lil' Creach.  He is a long time fan of yours, no, wait- he's FUCKING OBSESSED with you, man.  I'm serious.  He's been obsessed with you since God knows when, all I can tell you is that he is your biggest fan.  He watches tapes of you every day, and hasn't missed one of your matches since '98.

Creature: So why the fuck did he talk to you?

Jack: Because he was in Japan, and knew I used to tag with you.

Creature snorts.

Creature: If he knew about our tag team endeavors, he'd know what a fucking loser you are.

Jack: Hey!  Low blow.  So I haven't had so much success in the past, you just wait.  Starting tomorrow, with the HCW Tag Team Titles, I am going to light this fucking place on fire, man.

Creature: Just get to the point, Jack.

Jack: The point is that I liked him, he liked me, and I told him I could take him to meet you.

Creature peers at Jack out of the corner of his eyes.

Creature: That's not why you came back to HCW, is it?

Jack shrugs and slows the car as they enter a small suburb in Canada.  He takes a right turn, then continues speaking.

Jack: Part of the reason.

Creature: What's the other part?

Jack: To make something of myself, Creach.  I wanna be a champion, like you.  I wanna be the man.  And tomorrow is a start.

Creature grins.

Creature: Damn right it is.  Not many people have the chance to win the HCW Tag Team Titles with the Prince of Wrestlers and the King of Men.

Jack: We are gonna win those fucking straps, and we are gonna hold them forever.  Who can stop us?

Creature peers out the front passenger's side window, and watches as several large, expensive homes pass by rapidly.

Creature: Just think...Nightmare trained somewhere around here.

Jack: Hahahaha...

Creature: What's so funny?

Jack: Nightmare.  The makeup wearin'' mother fucker better like the color red, cause I'm painting his damn face with his blood tomorrow night.

Creature: Hmph.  That idiot Bobby Rage was making fun of his face paint.

Jack: Bobby Rage also forced Tony Sharpe to play dress up and pretend to be you.

Creature: Yeah...I think there are enough Creature Wannabes in this world as it is.

Creature glances at the sleeping Lil' Creach, and shakes his head.

Jack: You know man, if I didn't know better, I'd say Bobby was down right scared of you.

Creature smirks.

Creature: He fucking should be.  I've done it all here in HCW-

Jack: (interrupting) Never been Internet Champ.

Creature: Tecno's day is coming, you can rest assured.  But I've beaten the best, I've headlined the Pay Per Views, and I have won the HCW Title two times.  Hell yes Bobby Rage should be afraid.  He should be very fucking afraid.  Afraid that I'll do more than just beat him from pillar to post and back again, afraid that when I heard his bones snap, the pummeling won't stop, afraid that when I see his life blood ooze from his body, the pummeling won't stop, afraid that after I make him squeal and tap in the Cross Face Chicken Wing, the pummeling...won't....stop.

Jack: He should be afraid of me too.

Creature: Hell yeah.  You are the, what, the Hoss, right?

Jack sighs and nods his head.

Jack: Yeah, I'm the Hoss.  And that says a lot.

Creature: What?  That you gave yourself  a nickname that only the most uncivilized of Oklahoman and Texan garbage will understand?

Jack furrows his brow and shakes his head in disagreement.

Jack: I get the point.  But Bobby Rage should still fear me.  He should fear my Piledriver, and my Drunken Driver.  He should fear the Hoss Bomb.  And damn it man....EVERYONE should fear the "Abysmal Driver."

Creature moves his head up and down with great zeal, grinning from ear to ear at the name of the Force's new Tag Team Finisher.

Creature: Indeed, no one can survive the impact of the Abysmal Driver.  It is something to be feared by all- Markus Maximus, Bobby Rage, Nightmare, Wolverine, everyone in HCW.  And I promise you right here, right now, that the Abysmal Driver will go down in history as the most devstating move the HCW has ever seen.  It will snap necks, end careers, and take lives.  We will win many a match, and many a title, with that devstating maneuver, and we will start with the Renegadez and the Forsaken.

Jack: That reminds me...the only person in this match we haven't heard much out of is Markus Maximus.  What the hell is his problem?  Is he scared of us as well?

Creature shrugs and examines the fingernails of his right hand.

Creature: Ah...I'm not sure, and I don't really care.  Markus is a truly pitiful individual who has done nothing of note here in HCW, so why should we worry about him?  In fact, all he has done is sign his own death warrant, when he formed the Renegadez and celebrated over my incapacitated body several weeks ago.  So if I just had to guess, I'd say he probably has as much confidence going into this match as his companion, Bobby Rage- none.  Oh sure, they have held FIVE Tag Team Titles, and teammed together in the past.  That's more than even we can say.  But even while Bobby spouts of his strategy of avoiding me, and plays around with Tony Sharpe and Markus, I can hear the unassurance and doubt in his voice and actions.  I can smell his fear.  I can see him quiver with terror.  He, and Markus, know that when they step into that ring, MY ring, on Loaded, they very well may be about to compete in the final match of their careers.  They've seen me destroy the likes of Michael Mercer and Inphino Blitz, and they've seen me run the show here in HCW since it re-opened, and now they know they have come to the realization that they are going to have to face me to become Tag Team Champions, and that there is no earthly way that they will be able to stop me, stop US, without a God forsaken miracle.

Jack: Yep.  You're right.  The Renegadez are a bunch of cowards.  But what about the Forsaken?

Creature: The Forsaken...indeed.  They are damned, and they are damned to face us.  Nightmare always said he would defeat me, and in fact, I believe he mentioned something about beating me for the Undisputed World Heavyweight Title somewhere along the line.  And that's fine.  I'm glad he has that kind of confidence about himself, because if I looked anything like that jackass, I would even think I was a joke.  Fortunately, I've been blessed with a style that apprently has become quite popular.

Creature once again glances over Lil' Creach, taking note of his similar attire.

Creature: But while Nightmare has confidence, and a uniqueness about him, he lacks skill.  He lacks talent.  He lacks ability.  He couldn't defeat Maverick, so to imply that he could defeat me is ludicrous.  But it isn't even about that.  It is about the fact that he is now a Soul, and for that, he must pay.  You see Jack, he missed out on the beating all the other Soulz received back when we were dominating HCW with Pimp Industries.  So come Thursday, it will time for him to pay his dues, so to speak.  Time for him to pay his debt to us.

Jack: Wolverine knows what that's all about.  How many times has he lost to you?

Creature smirks.

Creature: Too many for me to count, but I'm sure he knows.  I'm sure he has been keeping track, and with every loss, I'm sure he vows revenge.  I can't help but think that every time I am booked in a new match with him, that he will come at me with the vengeance and experience it will take to beat me, but everytime, I am underwhelmed and my hand is raised.  I have crushed him, Jack.  A once mighty warrior, a once savage animal, a once passionate man, now broken under my mighty fist, and buried under my wrathful shovel.  Tomorrow will probably be no different than the last several times I have faced off with him.  But if he does throw a new surprise out there, if he is better, if he is ready for my challenge- well then, I'll have to introduce him to the Cross Face Chickenwing, or the Prince's Crown.  Or better yet, I'll turn him over to someone he hasn't defeated- you.

Jack nods his head and smiles.

Jack: You do just that Creach.  You won't be disappointed.  I'll take Wolverine and Nightmare, and I will Hoss Bomb them both to hell.  Then I'll break their fucking necks with my Piledriver.  And last, but not least, they'll find out just what I mean when I say Drunken Drivers Kill.

Creature: Hmph.  Drunken Drivers.  Maybe you should revert by to calling your move the Duncan Driver, since you are off the bottle now?

Jack grips the steering wheel and grits his teeth.  Sweet visions of the liquid posion drift through his mind, but he shakes them out.

Jack: Yeah, maybe...

Creature suddenly leans forwad, and Lil' Creach falls over, and stirs.  Creature peers through the windshield, out into the distance.

Jack: What?

Creature: There, on the side of the road.

Creature points at a tall, slender figure standing several yards away on the side of the road, with an arm extended.

Jack: Just a hitch hiker man.

Creature: Yeah...

Creature grins.

Creature: Pull over.

Jack frowns and glances over at Creature.

Jack: What?  Why?

Creature: Let's have some fun with the bastard.

Jack: What do you mean?

Creature: Just fucking pull over.

Jack: Alright.  Fine.

Jack slows his Jimmy and turns the steering wheel slightly.  The car slowly begins to move towards the hitch hiker on the right side of the road.  The hitch hiker takes notice, and begins to walk towards the Jimmy.  Creature sits back and grins as Lil' Creach continues to wake up.

Lil' Creach: What going on?

Creature glances over at Lil' Creach, and then up at Jack.

Creature: Is that how he talks all the time?

Jack: Yeah, I guess.  Never really noticed.

Creature: Hmph.

The Jimmy rolls to a stop at the side of the road, and Jack depresses the button to roll down the front passenger's side window.  The hitch hiker approaches their Jimmy, and peers in.

Hitch hiker: Where you fellas headed?

Creature glances over at Jack and nods.

Jack: Uh...Calgary.

The hitch hiker tilts his head.

Hitch hiker: Ah.  Well it isn't too far.  But I am really tired, and would love a ride.

Creature: I see.  Get in.

The hitch hiker nods and moves to the rear passenger's side door, and opens it up.  He climbs in and shuts the door, and Jack begins driving once again.  Why did Creature want to pick up this hitch hiker?  Does it have something to do with Loaded, or is he just planning something cruel?