As Jack Duncan's GMC Jimmy begins to move away from the curb and back out onto the road, Creature calls out.

Creature: Slow down Jack, I want to play a little game with our friend here.

Lil' Creach begins to claps his hands and cackle gleefully.

Lil' Creach: Oooooh!  A game!  Me like game!

Creature looks down at Lil' Creach, then sighs.

Creature: Anyway...

As Jack slows the vehicle, Creature turns and looks into the back seat at the hitch hiker.  He is wearing a white T-shirt under a buttoned up blue shirt, a brown leather belt, some torn blue jeans, and some white tennis shoes.  Next to him is a brown backpack.  His hair is chesnut and he is clean shaven.  Creature checks him up and down, then snorts.

Creature: Okay, pretty boy.  This is how the game is going to work- wait.  First off, what's your name?

Hitch Hiker: Brad.

Creature: Brad....what?  What the hell is your name?

As Creature yells this, Brad jumps a bit, startled by this masked man's actions.

Brad: Brad...Brad Foster.  Hey- why are you and the little guy wearing a mask?

Creature sighs and looks over at Jack, who shrugs and continues driving.

Creature: I'm wearing a mask...because I damn well feel like it!  God damn it Brad, work with me.

Brad raises both hands in defense and begins to nod.

Brad: Okay, okay.  What is the game?  What do you want me to do?

Creature smirks.

Creature: Here is how it is going down.  I'm going to ask you a series of questions.

Brad: How many?

Creature shrugs and looks over at Jack.

Creature: How many Jack?

Lil' Creach begins bouncing up and down, and chimes in excitedly.

Lil' Creach: twenty!  I say twenty!  twenty questions!  Heeeheee!

Creature glares down at Lil' Creach.

Creature: We're not playing twenty questions.  Now Jack- how many fucking questions do we ask this guy?

Jack shrugs once again.

Jack: Uh...I don't know.  Ten.  Shit.  Make it short.

Creature nods and turns back to Brad.

Creature: It's settled.  We're going to ask you twenty fucking questions. Got that?

Brad: Yeah, yeah.  I got it.

Creature: Good.  Now, if you miss one- one fucking question- then that's it.  It's over.

Brad glances around frantically.

Brad: What's over?

Creature: The ride.  If you miss a question, you get the fucking boot.  You walk to Calgary.  You walk to Calgary, under the damned Calgary sun.

Jack is heard mumbling something.

Creature: What was that, Jack?

Jack: Huh?  Oh, I just said that I hate the Calgary Sun.

Creature: What?

Jack: Didn't you just say something about the Calgary Sun?

Creature shrugs.

Creature: So what if I did?

Jack: Bret Hart writes a column for the Calgary Sun, I think.

Creature: And?

Jack: I hate Bret Hart.

Creature: Good for you Jack.

Creature turns his focus back to Brad Foster.

Creature: Are you ready?

Brad: I guess...

Brad turns away from Creature and looks out the rear passenger's side window.

Creature: Hey!  I said are you fucking ready?

Brad looks back at Creature and nods.

Brad: Y-yeah.  I'm ready.

Creature smirks.

Creature: Good.

Creature turns away from Brad and adjusts himself in the front passenger's side seat of Jack Duncan's GMC Jimmy.  He looks out the window, and notices that they have exited the small neighborhood, and are now back on the open road.

Creature: Hey Jack- how much longer until we reach Calgary?

Jack: Not sure.  It won't be long.

Creature: Well if this is going to be any fun, we better start now.  Brad- first question.

Brad nods and leans forward in the backseat.

Brad: Okay.

Creature: Do you watch Hardcore Championship Wrestling?

Brad shrugs, then nods.

Brad: Sometimes.  But how can I get that question wrong?

Creature snorts.

Creature: You could have said "No."

Jack looks over at Creature, and shakes his head.

Creature: What?

Jack: Nothing...

Creature: BRAD!

Creature watches in the rear view mirror as Brad Foster jumps in his seat, startled by Creature's volumn and commanding tone.

Brad: Y-Yes?

Creature: Second question.  Ready?

Brad: Ye-

Creature: (interrupting) Of course you are.  I am in HCW.  Do you know who I am?

Creature peers around his seat and stares at Brad.  Brad peers back at him, then jumps in his seat again.

Brad: Oh my God!  You're Creature!  Right, the HCW Champ, right?

Creature nods.

Creature: Third question Brad.  Whose the idiot driving?

Brad peeks around the seat, and then furrows his brow.

Brad: Uh...

Creature: Ah, I'll give you this one because not too many people know the answer  That's Jack Duncan, Brad.  He's my tag team partner.

Brad smiles and nods his head with approval.

Brad: Oh...okay!

Creature snorts and glares upon Brad with disgust.

Creature: Don't smile.  Next question.  What is the name of our team?

Brad points to Jack and then to Creature.

Brad: You two?  Um...I know this one.  The...The...The Force, right?

Creature claps his hands, and Lil' Creach responds by mimicing the motion, over zealously of course.

Creature: Good job Brad.  This is question number five right here.  Almost half way done.  Who are we facing for tomorrow night on Loaded?

Brad tilts his head and thinks for a minute.

Brad: Um...the Renegadez, right?

Jack Duncan now chimes in.

Jack: Which two?

Brad: I think...Bobby Rage, I know him, and uh...Markus, right?  Markus Maximus?  Bobby Rage and Markus Maximus.

Jack: Who else?

Brad: Um...ah!  The Lost Soulz.  Nightmare and Wolverine.

Creature: They are actually called the Forsaken, but I'll let that slide.  Now then- what is the match for?

Brad places his chin in his hands and rests his arms on his knees.

Brad: Hmm....oh, of course.  The HCW Tag belts.

Creature smirks.

Creature: Good.  Now then...who will win?

Brad, obviously caught up in the HCW Questionaire, speaks without thinking.

Brad: I think maybe the Renegadez will win, because they've seemed really hungry for gold latel-

Creature: (interrupting) WHAT?  What the fuck!?  You moron.  You fucking blew it.  You lost.  You hear me, you fucking lost!

Creature goes to stand up, and Jack Duncan wisely halts the car.  Creature throws open his door, and storms down to the rear passenger's side door.  He rips it open, and grabs Brad's backpack.

Creature: You came so fucking close Brad!  But you lost!  AND you pissed me the fuck off!

Creature heaves the backpack out into a small wooded area, and Brad leaps from the car, shocked.

Brad: What?  Why the hell did you do that!?

Creature pauses and turns his head slightly to the side.  He peers at Brad from behind his mask.

Creature: Did you just raise YOUR voice to ME?

Brad raises both hands to Creature, and shakes his head, but the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion does not back down.

Creature: Did you just fucking raise your voice to me?  Do you know who I am?  Do you know what I fucking do?

Jack calls out to Creature, seeing where this is going.

Jack: You had your fun, c'mon man, get in the car.  We gotta get to the show.

Creature continues to stare at Brad, and raises a single hand to Jack.

Creature: Just hold your ass on Jack.  I've got to teach this punk bitch a lesson.

Brad: Wh-what did I do?  You threw my backpack out there!

Creature snorts and shakes his head back and forth, slowly.

Creature: You idiot.

With that, Creature clenches his fist and sends it into Brad's abdomen, keeling him over.  From inside the Jimmy, Lil' Creach can be heard laughing and cheering Creature on.  The demented champion takes Brad's arm, and delivers a devestating knee to his exposed ribs.  Brad fall to his knees, and Creature glares down at him, contemplating on whether or not to lock him in the Crossface Chickenwing.

Creature: Hmph.  You're not worth it, you pissant.  I hope you're happy with yourself.

Creature turns away from Brad, who coughs and sputters for air on the side of the road, and climbs into the GMC Jimmy.  He makes sure to slam shut the rear passenger's side door and the front passenger's side door as he enters.  He then turns to Jack and nods.

Creature: Well Jack...GET MOVING DAMN IT.

Jack: Alright, alright.  Calm down.  Save it for Loaded.

Creature: Oh...save it for Loaded, huh?  Yeah...maybe I will.  Maybe I'll take out all my frustrations and angers on Bobby Rage, that insolent little prick, and Markus Maximus, who just knows he'll beat me tomorrow, and Wolverine, who is still trying to get revenge on me for all those losses, and Nightmare, who has been prophecizing a win over me since he arrived.  Well God damn it, here's a Prophecy for all of them- they'll all Feel the Abyss, and the Force will be the new HCW World Tag Team Champions.  When are they going to learn Jack?  When are they going to learn I am the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion, and I don't have time for their childish games.  I don't have time to watch them attack that worn out has been Gene Simmons.  I don't have time to watch them abuse Tony Sharpe, who is the only fucking decent interviewer HCW has with that incompetent Matt Madison around.  I don't even have time to watch Wolverine and Nightmare gather round Madison and molest him, and dunk him in water, and promise to beat me.  Jack- I'm a busy man damn it, and if these four assholes want to treat our match as something a lot more humerous than a triple threat for the HCW Tag Team Titles, then they can be my guest, but they'll all have to pay the price- which is a beating the likes of which they have never or will ever experience at the hands of Creature.

Jack: And Jack Duncan.  Don't forget Jack Duncan.

Creature: Oh, no one will ever foget Jack Duncan, not after this Thursday night.  Because you will finally make your mark on HCW.  We will have our vengeance on Complicated and all the meddling fools who have played their games with us, and we will become the HCW World Tag Team Champions.  There may be a stable war brewing in HCW, but there are only two men in HCW who are a true Force to be reckoned with- you and I.  Jack and Creature.  The next HCW Tag Team Champions.

Creature is interrupted by a loud clapping sound.  He glances down and watches as Lil' Creach merrily celebrates Creature's ominous prediction of Loaded.

Lil' Creach: Yah!  Yah!  Creature will be double champ!  Creature will have two golds!  Heeeheeeheeeheee!

Creature looks up at Jack and shakes his head.

Creature: He's a weird one Jack.  But he's a smart one, as well.  You are fucking right, Lil' Creach.  I will be a double champion.  I will have two pieces of gold.

Jack: And I will finally taste HCW gold!

Creature: Yes Jack.  You will.  Because Bobby Rage and Markus can clown around and preach about winning five sets of Tag Team Titles, but a sixth is not in their future.  Wolverine and Nightmare can torment Matt Madison and trash talk it up with Thunder, but victories and gold are not in their future.  Only one thing is dimmer than these four men's futures...the Abyss.

Jack: Correction.  The Abysmal Driver!

Lil' Creach once again errupts with applause and yells out once again.

Lil' Creach: I wanna see Abysmal Driver!

Jack and Creature glance at each other and nod.

Jack: Oh you will, little buddy.  You will.

Creature: I fucking guarantee it.  The Tag belts are ours.

Creature and Jack Duncan share a twisted laugh as Jack applies more pressure to the accelerator, and the Jimmy begins speeding down the open Canadian road, clinking and clanking as it does.  Loaded lies ahead, just a mere twenty-four hours away.  Creature and Jack Duncan, the Force, have said their piece, and will be gunning for the Hardcore Championship Wrestling World Tag Team Titles in a Triple Threat Tag Team Match.  But will their opponents, Bobby Rage and Markus Maximus of the Renegadez and Wolverine and Nightmare of the Soulz, be ready for them?  Also, vengeance was promised.  But on who?  Inphino Blitz?  Jon Savage?  Who all will feel the Abysmal Driver?  Only time will tell.