Rat, tat, tat, rat, rat, tat, tat.  The sound continues as Creature taps his fingers on the mahogony front desk in the Edmonton Police Station just a few miles from the park where he was arrested.  Sitting on the desk a few inches from his hand are his title belts, the HCW and HWA World Titles, and the HCW World Tag Team Title.  He sits in a short wooden chair, with his grey coat slung over it.  He wears the same attire as before, only now without his coat a plain green tanktop is revealed.  Behind the desk sits the police officer who arrested him, filling out several papers.

The police station is small and cozy in a way, as the heating system buzzes loudly and rythmically, and all seems calm.  Creature and the officer who picked him up are the only two people in the front room, which features white walls, a white ceiling, and white floor tiles.  By the swinging glass door, which bears tall steel bars on both sides, is a long wooden bench, and on the desk that Creature sits at, there is a Macintosh computer, a stack of manilla folders containing white documents and photographs, and of course the paperwork the officer is currently working on.

Creature glances over at the officer and smirks.

Creature: You almost done?  You know my partner will be here any minute, and if we don't hurry up with that paperwork, you might not get the pleasure of seeing me behind bars at all tonight.

The officer looks up from the document he is currently signing, and shakes his head.

Cop: You know sir, this is really unnecessary.  You are just going to get off with a fine.  I don't understand why you had to cause all this trouble in the first place.

Creature snorts.

Creature: This is nothing.  Besides...I was bored.

The officer returns to his work, but continues to speak to Creature.

Cop: Boredom is not an excuse.

Creature slams a closed fist down on the desk.

Creature: You know damn well that you didn't have to bring me down here.  You just wanted something to do as well.  Hmph.  What do I care anyway?  I'm the Undisputed Champion of the World.  Who can tell me what I can and cannot do?

Cop: Just because you are the Wrestling Champ doesn't mean you don't have to abide by the laws of the land you are in.

Creature reaches up and adjuts his mask a bit.

Creature: Ah, I mercifully will have no laws to abide by tomorrow night.

The cop sets his pen down and glances up at Creature.

Cop: And why won't you have to abide any laws?

Creature grins and picks up the HCW World Title belt.  He sets it on his lap and caresses it like a cat while he speaks.

Creature: Ah...because I will face Markus Maximus in a non-title Street Fight.  And in case you were not aware, Street Fights are no disqualification- anything goes.  I could kill the dirty fuck if I wanted to.

Creature lifts up the belt and examines his reflection in the central medal.

Creature: And I just might...

The officer furrows his brow.

Cop: Why would you want to kill this guy?  What has he done to you?

Creature shrugs and sets the belt back down on his lap.

Creature: He's been going around, running his mouth about how hard life is without a partner.  And about how he is going to "take it to the next level" and beat me.  And more importantly, how I cannot defeat Inphino Blitz by myself, which is total BULLSHIT!  I mean, for the love of God, the man didn't pin me or make me submit, not once, at Unleashed.  Not ONCE!

Creature strikes the desk once more, getting worked up as he speaks of Inphino Blitz.

Creature: God damn it, I did beat him on my own!  Jack was there.  Gill was there.  But it was me who beat his ass into the ground, it was me who beat him three falls.  He couldn't keep me down for a three count...at ALL!

The officer clasps his hands together under his chin and peers at Creature, perplexed on how such an angry and violent individual can exist in this world.

Cop: Well sir...it sounds like you have more of a problem with this Inphino guy than you do this Markus fellow.

Creature glances at the officer out of the corner of his eyes and shakes his head.

Creature: Perhaps.  But it makes no difference to me who I destroy on any given night, ultimately.  Markus has earned the beating he will get, however.  He claims he will make history.  He says that I am soft.  And he says that there is not a damn thing I can do about it.  Oh on the contrary Markus, on the fucking contrary, I can do whatever the hell I want to do about it.  I can tear your fucking arm off in the Cross Face Chickenwing.  I can smash your face in with the Prince's Crown.  I can send you Sprialling into the Abyss.  Or I can bring Jack out, and together we can end your pathetic career with the most devestating Tag Team Finisher of all time, the move you were lucky enough last week not to take, the Abysmal Driver.

The officer sits up straight in his chair and begins glancing around.

Cop: Sir, Markus can't hear you.  He isn't here.

Creature snorts and tilts his head.

Creature: I don't fucking care.  It helps me to talk about what I'm going to do to him.  It helps me realize just how badly I want to demolish the poor fool.  He desperately wants to be a main eventer in HCW, but the simple truth is, he just doesn't have what it takes.  Trash talking the greatest wrestler in the history of the world will not help his cause much either.  Tomorrow night, I'm going to show him once and for all that he is not ready to run with the big dogs, and that at best, he is my bitch.

The officer nods, having heard enough from Creature.  He turns back to his paperwork after some final thoughts.

Cop: Well sir, good luck tomorrow night.  From the sound of things, you've got more problems than meet the eye, and you might just have your hands full.

Creature sneers and glances up at a clock hanging on a wall.

Creature: Hmph.  Go back to your petty paperwork.  I'll be out of here within the next fifteen minutes anyway.  What the hell do you know.  Have my hands full...with what?  The task of ripping Markus' head off with my bare hands?  With the weapon of my choosing, a weapon I will use to rain blows down upon Markus?  Ah, tomorrow's match will be nothing more than an exhibition of my dominance of HCW.

Creature once again picks the HCW World Title up off his lap and sets it down on the desk.  He then places both hands on the arm rests of the plain, uncomfortable wooden chair in which he sits, and pushes himself up and out of the seat.  He stretches a bit, and then begins to wander around the front room of the station.  This action causes the officer to look up once more from his work.

Cop: Sir...what are you doing?  Please take a seat.

Creature halts and glances over at the cop behind the desk.

Creature: I thought you learned your lesson back in the park.

Cop: What lesson?

Creature: I thought you learned that you can't tell me what the fuck to do.

The officer sighs and returns to his work.

Cop: Fine...please, just hurry up and leave!

Creature strolls arrogantly over to a window by the front door, and peeks through the shades.  He scans the area outside for Jack Duncan's GMC Jimmy, as he awaits Jack's arrival to official post bail and leave the station.

Creature: Damn...Jack is late again.  I wish I had brought my money, so I wouldn't have to stay in this hellhole.  Ah, what does it matter.  I will be gone from this wretched place soon, and then it will be on to Loaded, where the destruction of Markus Maximus will commence.  The past few weeks he has made it a priority to be a thorn in my side, to piss me of at every turn, whether it be insulting me in one of his obnoxious interviews, or attacking me to form the Renegadez, or challenging me to matches he knows he cannot win in a million motherfucking years...yes, tomorrow night will put to rest to that annoyance, and then maybe I can finally concentrate on my Meltdown Brawl challenger...the all mighty Tecno, Champion of all the Internet.  God I hope the HCW braintrust decides to put his title on the line, so I can finally become the first, only, and most probably last HCW Grand Slam Champion.  Just another feather in cap of the greatest HCW superstar of all time, as far as I'm concerned.

Creature steps away from the window and claps his hands together loudly, startling the officer.

Creature: Yes Markus...the end of your attempts to entrench yourself in the HCW main events is upon us!  Happy Valentine's Day indeed, for me.  Happy Valentine's Day to me, as you will be defeated.  Happy Valentine's Day to me, as I will once again prove that I am the man in the HCW of today, yesterday, and tomorrow.  Happy Valentine's Day to me, as I head into Meltdown to what will no doubt be a successful defense, and maybe another history-making Pay-Per-View win, as I may just become the HCW Grand Slam Champion.  Happy Valentine's Day, Creature.

Suddenly, the glaring light of a pair of headlights shines through the window, and Creature squints his eyes.  The officer looks up and sighs a sigh of relief, as it is no doubt Creature's ally Jack Duncan, coming to take the evil psychopath away.  A few moments pass, and the door to the station soon swings open, and in steps Jack Duncan, wearing his red and white coat, and some grey sweat pants.  In his hand he clutches his HCW World Tag Team Title belt, and he grins at Creature.

Jack: What did ya do this time, man?

Creature snorts.

Creature: Who cares.  The only thing I'm concerned about is if this city has a place reserved in the morgue for Markus Maximus.

Jack: After tomorrow night, he'll need it.

Creature nods.

Creature: Hell yes he will.  Now take care of my bail, so I can get the fuck out of here.

Jack: Why aren't you in a holding cell?

Creature smirks.

Creature: You don't put a piranaha in the tank with the minnows.

Jack chuckles and moves past Creature, and walks up to the front desk to confront the officer.  As Jack takes care of payment, Creature walks over to the desk as well, and retrieves his three title belts.

Creature: Hurry it up, Jack.  I've been here long enough.

The officer peeks around Jack and looks at Creature.

Cop: I assure you it will be just a moment, sir.

Creature smirks.

Creature: Good.

Jack begins to sign the final documents and Creature walks over to the wooden chair and grabs his coat.  He throws it over his shoulders and slides his arms through their respective sleeves, then slings the HCW and HWA World titles over his left and right shoulders.  He holds his HCW World Tag Team belt in right hand, and awaits Jack to wrap things up.  He sees the officer take the documents and set them off to the side, and smile.

Cop: You're good to go, sir.  Now please, do not cause any more trouble.

Jack glances over his shoulder at Creature, and then back at the officer.

Jack: With us, there are no fucking guarantees.

Creature jerks his head towards the door and calls out to Jack.

Creature: C'mon Jack.  Let's get the hell out of here.

Jack nods and steps away from the desk, belt still in hand.

Jack: Right.  You taking your 'Vette?

Creature: Of course.

Creature pushes through the swinging door and steps outside, soon followed by Jack.  The two men head out to their own vehicles, while still in the station, the police officer leans back in his seat, hands clasped behind his head, and grins.

Cop: Thank God that's over.

The cop reaches downward and to the right, and opens the lowest drawer of the desk.  He withdraws a TV Guide and begins to flip through it.

Cop: Now when is this wrestling show on...I got to see this guy fight that Markus Maximus fellow.  It should be pretty bloody...

Indeed, the Streets of Love Match will be a bloody, violent, hardcore affair.  Now only one question is left to be answered- will it be Creature, or Markus Maximus, who has a Happy Valentine's Day?