A black Corvette pulls up to the window of the drive-thru at a Kentucky Fried Chicken just a few miles away from the arena which will house tomorrow's Loaded, brought to you of course by Hardcore Championship Wrestling.  The tinted window of the driver's side door slides down, and a gloves hand reaches out and hands the scrawny, red headed teen behind the window a ten dollar bill.  The kid takes the money and begins to punch keys at the register, but a stern voice from the car stops him.

Creature: You can keep the ten cents in change.

The kid pauses and tilts his head.  He then looks down at the driver, of which he can only see the left arm.

Kid: Are you, like, sure?

Creature: Do you see the car I'm driving?  Just get me my damn meal.

The kid smiles at the sound of the obscenity coming from this adult and nods rapidly.

Kid: Yes sir!

Creature: Moron...

Moments later, a greasy plastic bag is passed through the window and handed to the Creature, the driver of the Corvette and the HWA Champion.  The bag disappears inside the sports car and the window slides back up.

Kid: Uh, like thanks dude.  And come back, like, please.

The adolescent is answered with exhaust as the car tears off into the night.  Inside the car, Creature drives with his left hand and rips into a barbeque chicken leg held by his right.

Creature: Disgusting filth...I would much rather be dining on some Calamari or Natto beans right now!

The Corvette abruptly pulls over on the side of the road, nearly causing a collision between a jeep and a Toyota.  The driver's side window slides down once again, and this time, the plastic bag marked KFC goes flying through the air and crashes down on the side of the road.  Creature, inside the car, turns the key and removes it from the ignition.  He sits back in his black leather seat and sighs, then shakes his head adjusts his mask.

Creature: Vile bird...but I suppose it was a worthy experiment.  Logic says that if I want to get inside Complicated's head, and find out just what the hell is wrong with the sack of refuse, that I should eat like him, talk like him, have a weak ass bitch of a brother like him, oh, and of course, lose to Michael Mercer and EJ Rey like he has a million times over.  I've tried to eat like him...and I suppose I could attempt to lower my high vocabulary standards to his and mimic his speak.  But why?  I have no desire to babble like an idiot, something he does frequently.  Rather than joke about Jeonese, maybe he should take a good long listen to Companese.  And as far as his brother Jamal is concerned...he's not my problem.  I really have nothing against him.  He means what all the other little whores in HCW who try and try but can't seem to win that big one against Pain or Tecno mean to me- nothing.  I suppose I could TRY to lose to Mercer, or EJ Rey if he was still around...but I just don't think I'm BAD ENOUGH to lose to someone like them.  And I sure as hell won't lose to Complicated tomorrow night, in the Slobber Knocker Invitational.  Now...I can still smell the stench of that rotten poultry.  I need some fresh air.

Creature thrusts open the door to his car and steps out.  Cold, considerably clean air assails his nostrils, and he inhales deeply.  He slams the door to the Corvette shut behind him, stretches a bit, and then crosses his arms and leans up against his car to think about the match and Complicated.

Creature: Try as I might...I cannot get over Complicated's latest words.  He mocked Pimp Industries...he made me out to be a bad guy.  But everyone knows that I AM A NICE GUY.  When Pimp Industries was crushing the competition in HCW, I broke my back every night for those boys.  C-Money- we all made sure he remained TV Champion until his depature.  Fate- I was going to give him the US Title after I defeated Thunder for it, but HCW went on hiatus before I could.  Jack Duncan- I never once criticized his reign as Deathmatch Champ, even though he went rummaging through a dumpster to get it.  And Complicated- I tried to get him a Continental Title shot against Chris Mercer, oh God did I try, but seeing as he couldn't even beat the big oaf's nephew at the time, the front office had a feeling a match between Comp and Chris would just result in an extended hostpital stay for Good Ol' Comp.  But that wasn't the worst of what he said- oh no.  He went on to mention things that I have killed men for even thinking about.  "Masked Undertaker Wannabe."  Who is this Undertaker you speak of?  I don't pay much attention to your sleezy American wrestling, only truly good wrestlers- your Hayabusas, your Misawas, your Tiger Masks.  And if he is still alive, as rumor has it, I will confront Jack about this statement, which you say you got directly from him.

Creature snorts with disgust as he continues to think about Complicated and his outrageous comments.

Creature: And what else...did you insult my ring style?  Over-grown luchadore, or something to that extent, isn't that what you said Complicated?  As you might say...don't hate.  Don't hate because I am far superior inside those ropes than you could ever dream of being.  When I flying from the top, or wrestle on the mat, spring off the ropes, or just plain knock the crap out of my opponent, all you can do is stand in awe.  That and mimic me.  I noticed you also mentioned a certain cave.  Now you listen here- yes, there was a cave at the side of an old country road deep down in the heart of Texas.  And yes I liv- NO.  I will go no further.  As I stand here on the side of the road, I refuse to even THINK about a stupid references to the past made by a man WHO LOST TO A WHORE.  A whore named Jaden James, or Mercer, or whatever he damned name is.  Complicated- you do realize that you cannot beat Michael Mercer, OR his wife!?  Oh sure, you upset him once...ONCE.  And let me ask you this- where do you get the right to take a jab at me about losing at the Pay Per View?  Where do you get off saying that I play second fiddle to Inphino Blitz!?  INPHINO BLITZ!?  I SHOULD BE HCW CHAM- AH!  Argh!

Creature spins around and slams both fists down hard on the roof of his car.  He lowers his head and breathes in and out rapidly, attempting to compose himself.  He whispers aloud.

Creature: Okay...you like Inphino Blitz, Creature.  You RESPECT him.  He was the better man, on Sunday.  You're not mad at Blitz.  You are not mad at Blitz.  It is ALL COMP'S FAULT.  Yes...that's it.  I hate Complicated.

Creature pushes off from the car and throws his head back.

Creature: I HATE YOU COMPLICATED!

Creature sighs and lowers his head once again.

Creature: Look at me...the son of a bitch isn't even here, and yet, he toys with my mind.  The things he says...so true.  So God damn true.  He's really done it- he's gotten under my skin.  But you know what- that's alright.  Because tomorrow night, I will simply walk down to the ring, and go through each and every man I have to until I get to Complicated- and then, then...I WILL FUCKING BREAK HIM.  I just have to remember that no matter what he says, or knows, or does...I am one half of the greatest Tag Team in the history of wrestling.  Two World Champs, claiming World Tag gold as well?  Blitz, who is just as good as I....YES, HE IS JUST AS GOOD AS I...and myself...we are the best.  Next Thursday, we're going to smash Maniac and Hawke, oh yes we are.  And I won't be carrying the team.  No, no, no.  Blitz is my equal.  That's right.  Blitz and I will have equal parts in beating the living hell out of the Soulz.  Hehe...ha...heh...yeah.

Creature inhales deeply and exhales deeply, and then nods his head.  He has calmed his wounded and raging psyche.

Creature: Complicated...yes, yes, you have attained your goal- if your goal was to piss me off.  Because the last thing I need right now is someone half assed twit staggering around tellin' the truth!  Wait...ah, I need to talk to someone about this.  Where the hell is Madison when I need him!?

Creature's right hand latches onto the handle of the car door and he pulls it open.  He climbs in, slams the door and starts the car up.  As he pulls away from the side of the road and resumes driving, he grips the steering wheel hard and turns his savage mind loose once again.

Creature: So it's settled then.  Tomorrow night, I will defend my HWA Title successfully, against any and all challengers in the Slobber Knocker Invitational.  I will beat everyone who dares step into my HCW ring, and I will retain my HWA Title.  Oh yes...and the best part, can't forget this.  Complicated will die.  And then on to next week, when I face the Soulz, with my great partner Blitz.  I like Blitz.

As the sun finally sets in the west, Creature heads off to find Madison for an interview.  Complicated has definitiely bothered him deeply- will Creature be able to battle this Rasputen of the ghetto?