With three large, glimmering, golden championship straps dangling from his left arm, Creature moves down a concrete walkway running through a nice, open, public park.  Adorn in a green and grey mask, along with his grey coat and some black jeans, Creature does not look fit to be taking an evening stroll, but in fact, he is.  As he walks through the park by the dimly lit lamps flanking the path, those surrounding him give him odd looks and sneers.  He ignores them, and begins to ramble to himself about his match this Thursday night against Markus Maximus.

Creature: Maximus...he really does not understand just what awaits him tomorrow night.  I heard him say that the hardcore environment of the Street Fight, or Streets of Love Match if you prefer, will favor him.  Ha!  Does he forget that I am arguably, no, fuck that, THE ABSOLUTE greatest Hardcore Champion the HCW has ever seen?  It took a God damn forklift to beat me for the title.  I was the best, and I am still the best.  I have competed in some of the most brutal, vile, hideous, and extreme matches in HCW history, and I have survived.  In fact, I have won almost every time.  But almost won't cut it Thursday.  I don't intend to almost beat him, and it will mean shit if he almost beats me.  Come Thursday night, I will prove to Markus that I am indeed the most hardcore wrestler the HCW has ever seen, that I am indeed the Undi-Fucking-Sputed World Heavyweight Champion, and that I am indeed his worst fucking nightmare.

As the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion trudges on, enjoying the cool night air and the refreshing smell of the park, his mind races, and he cannot help but dilute the peaceful setting with mental images of Markus Maximus' forehead oozing blood, his body writhing in pain, with weaponry and debris scattered everywhere, and with Creature standing over him, hands raised in triumph.

Creature: And what was it Markus was bitching about?  The fact that he is all alone in this world...hmph.  I know what it is like to be alone, damn it!  I know what it is like to have no friends, no allies watching your back, I know what it is like to be cornered, back against the wall, the entire world wanting to tear you limb from limb- it all comes back, once again, to my reign as Hardcore Champion over HCW.  I took on and defeated 5, 6, maybe even 7 men on any given night, and I had no backup.  All I had were my wits and my skills, but that was all I fucking needed.  So to here you even imply that life is bad for you, to hear you yearn for the reunion of the Renegadez, is total bullshit.  You should pull your head out of your ass and realize that you have the opportunity of the life time, the opportunity to have your ass beating into the ground by the single greatest human being to ever walk the earth, by CREATURE!

His stride gaining momentum, Creature begins to breathe heavily, his brain pounding in a furor.

Creature: Markus, you little son of a bitch, you best realize that thus far, everything in HCW has been handed to you on a silver platter and to hear you boast about it sickens me.  You have risen fast, but only because everyone before you has seemingly run off into the night, fearing the iron fist driven rule of the Prince of Wrestlers over HCW.  Markus, the Renegadez will never reform.  The Force put Bobby Rage out for good and sent Doyle packing.  Markus, you may feel that your rise here in HCW has been well deserved, but your rise ends this Thurday, if it didn't already last Thursday when the Force put an end to the Renegadez and I nearly destroyed your arm.  Markus- in case you and the rest of the motherfucking world didn't know, I've got a lot of pent up anger, and I feel like taking it out on your God damn skull with a fucking plastic heart!

A woman seated on a nearby bench shields the ears of her four year old boy as Creature passes by, audibly yelling expletives and in general ranting about Markus Maximus.

Creature: Aside from Markus' whining and moaning, and aside from his bragging boasting, Markus also made quite the fucking claim- he said that he was going to win the Meltdown Brawl, and then defeat me for the Undisputed World Heavyweight Title!  MY Undisputed World Heavyweight Title!  My Undi-Fucking-Sputed World Heavyweight Title!  The championship, the honor that I suffered for three months for, the very dream that kept me alive since HCW Born Again, and Markus dares to say he will take it from me?  No, no, no, no, no.  If I hadn't unified the World Titles at Unleashed, I MIGHT have gone insane for Christ's sake!  And Markus wants to put an end to my reign, to my sanity, to my life?  That one claim, that one prediction, that one goal, above all else, is why I must hurt him this Thursday night at Loaded- and I mean bad.  That is why I must break his fucking neck, that is why I must dislocated his fucking arms, that is why I must shatter his fucking knees and his fucking dreams.  Just for uttering those words, I will see to it that he does not make it to Meltdown.

Occasionally throwing his arms over his head as he babbles on, Creature continues his strut through the park.  He lowers his head and continues to mutter to himself.

Creature: Oh yes Markus, you will not see Meltdown, February 24th.  You will not be there when I destroy Tecno in the main event.  You will not be there to compete in the Meltdown Brawl.  You will be laid up in a damn hospital bed in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, courtesy the Force- courtesy Creature.  And there will not be a God damn thing you can fucking do about it-

Creature abruptly stops speaking as he feels a strong and stern hand grabs a hold of his shoulder from behind.  He raises his head and slowly turns around to find a Canadian police officer behind him.  The officer is in uniform of course, and has short, curly red hair, and is clean shaven.  He bears a frown upon his face, and speaks to Creature with a cold, hard, seriousness in his voice.

Cop: Sir...this is a public park meant for enjoyment.  There are families here, parents with their children, and such.  I'm going to have to ask that watch your language, as their have been some complaints.

Creature brushes the hand of the officer off of his shoulder and tilts his head.  He stares at the officer, and without breaking his glare, turns his head back to its normal position.

Creature: And what if I don't fucking watch my language?

The officer sighs and discretely moves his hand towards the long, slender nightstick attached to his belt.

Cop: Then I'm going to have to ask you to leave, sir.

Creature glances down at the nightstick and smirks.

Creature: Do you know who I am?

The officer shakes his head no.

Cop: No sir, but I'd love to find out down at the station.

Creature and the officer both share a sarcastic laugh.

Creature: I'll tell you just who the hell I am.  I am the Undi-Fucking-Sputed World Heavyweight Champion.  Do you know what that means?  It means that I am the first and only man to ever unify the HCW and HWA World Titles, it means that I am the God damn man in the business I live for, it means I am the fucking best, do you hear me?

The officer just watches Creature, who begins to poke the officer as he talks.

Creature: I am the Masked Man of HCW.  I am the Prince of Wrestlers and the King of Men.  I am the HCW President Kevin Gill's Chosen Champion, and no one can say different.  I am the Master of the Abyss, and I have done it all in the business.  So unless you want to Feel the Abyss like Markus Maximus will, or try the Prince's Crown, or endure the Cross Face Chickenwing, you best back the fuck off.

The officer nods towards Creature.

Cop: Okay sir, why don't you come with me?

Creature stares at the officer as he takes his arm and attempts to lead him towards the exit of the park.  Creature doesn't budge.

Cop: Sir-

Creature: (interrupting) I'm perfectly capable of leaving on my own.

The officer peers at Creature and sighs.  He then releases his arm.

Cop: Alright sir.  I'll trust you this time.  But I'm going to have to ask you to leave this park immediately.

Creature chuckles and then glances around.  A bit of a crowd has gathered around the officer and him, watching the confrontation unfold.

Creature: Fine.  But I'm only leaving because these insulant Damn Canadians want to see me fuck myself over, and the last thing I want to do is please them.  Hmph.

Creature turns away from the officer and begins walking towards the rear gate of the park, leading out onto the sidewalk.  As he does he transfers his three title belts to his right hand, adjusts his grey coat, and once again mutters to himself.

Creature: Idiots.  They wanted a fucking scene, well if they tune in tomorrow, they'll get their fucking scene.  I'm going to rip Markus Maximus to shred with my bear hands, and I'm going to love every minute of it.  He may have had a fast rise in HCW, but he will have an even faster fall.  The HCW is under our control now, under Gill's, Jack's, and my control.  The Merciless Alliance couldn't stop us.  Inphino Blitz couldn't stop us.  The Renegadez couldn't stop us.  And Markus Maximus alone sure as hell won't be able to stop us.  Not even the Care Bears can save him now.  His Future is Dim...but the Abyss is Dimmer.

With the distant Canadian sun setting in the west, Creature reaches the end of the pathway traversing the park and passes through the tall, open iron gates serving as an entrance and an exit.  He begins walking on the sidewalk, heading towards his black Corvette, parked just yards away, but something catches his eye.  It is the Canadian officer's patrol car.  Creature walks up beside it and looks it over.  It is black and white, and more or less resembles the squad cars of the United States of America.

Creature: Hmph.  Son of a bitch ran me out of the motherfucking Canadian park...heh.

Creature rears his head back and spits upon the windshield of the patrol car, at which point, the familiar voice of the officer calls out to him from behind.

Cop: Hey!  That's it buddy, I'm talking you in.

Creature smirks and slowly rotates, turning back towards the gates where the officer is just exiting the park.  He raises both arms into the air and grins.

Creature: Have it your way.  It's eight o'clock now.  I'll be out by nine.

The officer moves over to Creature and searches him.  He snatches the trio of championship gold away from him, and forces Creature into the back of the patrol car.  The officer climbs in the driver's side and glances back at Creature.

Cop:  You shouldn't have pushed your luck, fella.

Creature snorts.

Creature: You're pushing yours.

With that said, the officer turns his key in the ignition and starts the police car up.  With headlights on and the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion secure in the back seat, the car pulls away from the sidewalk and heads off towards the police station.  Will Creature really be released within an hour's time?  Is he underestimating Markus Maximus?  Or will he truly unleash a hardcore beating the likes of which have not been seen from Creature since his days as HCW Hardcore Champion?