A small, stubby hand with fat little fingers reaches out towards the radio of the expensive automobile.  Just before the child-like index finger makes contact with one of the buttons, a much larger hand, wrapped in a heavy bandage, slaps it away.  In the passenger's side seat of the black Corvette, Lil' Creach looks up at Creature, in the driver's seat commandeering the vehicle, with disappointment.

Lil' Creach: Why no radio?

Creature sighs and glances down at Lil' Creach for a moment.

Creature: I want no disturbances!  I'm pissed as hell, and the fact that Jack dumped you off on me is not helping.  I have a title defense to think about, not to mention my hand is killing me.

Lil' Creach: What happen to your hand?

Creature lifts his treated and obviously injured right hand from the steering wheel and glares at it.

Creature: The Lost Soulz did this to me.  When those cowards, along with all their new little buddies, jumped Jack and I in that alley.  You were there, don't you remember!?  They damn near killed us with a sledge hammer, and during their million on two assault, they broke my hand.  But fuck it.  Because the payback will be one hundred fold!

Lil' Creach lifts both arms into the air high over his head and squaels with joy.

Lil' Creach: Yeeaaah!  Die Tecno, die!

The Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion snorts and shakes his head as the Corvette jets under a bridge, engulfed momentarily in darkness.  The man and his midget have almost reached Nevada, as has Jack Duncan.  The HCW World Tag Team Champions have revenge on their mind headed into the second ever Meltdown Brawl, and no one will be exempt from their wrath.

In the driver's seat, Creature sits adorn in a black and red mask, an open black, silk shirt exposing his ripped and chiseled upper body, and some smooth, black leather pants.  Next to him sits Lil' Creach, wearing a similiar though much smaller red and black mask, a new HCW Creature shirt, and some black shorts.  His feet dangle helplessly severally inches above the floor of the car, and he cannot seem to stop moving.  The fanatic midget is truly excited about the premise of Creature beating the living hell out of Tecno this Sunday night, February the 24th, at Meltdown Brawl II.  As the duo move on down a long highway, Creature continues his monologue.

Creature: That may be the most intelligent thing you have ever said.

Creature glances over at Lil' Creach with a smirk.  The midget responds by beaming proudly.

Creature: And die Tecno shall if he believes partying with that hideous wench Brittany Spears is anyway to prepare for me.  First of all, let me tell you something little fella about that whore- she cannot sing worth crap.  Technology.  That's all it is.  Electronic effects and bullshit like that pretty up her high pitched, whiny, bitch like vocalization.  Trust me, I know.  And secondly...no Internet or Television Champ or whatever the hell he is, no friend of the Soulz, no man who can barely beat Wolverine, has a chance against me.  Sure, Tecno is hardcore.  I'll give him that.  God knows not a match goes by that he doesn't use a chair, an illegal manuever, or some outside interference to win.  But just being "hardcore" won't be enough.  Having beaten greats like Wolverine and Markus Maximus, two men who I frequently make my bitches in the ring, won't be enough.  The Tecno Driver won't be enough.  Your allies, the Soulz, the Reunion, who ever the hell you are teamming with this week...won't be enough.  I'm the Masked Man of the HCW.  I'm the Undi-Fucking-Sputed World Heavyweight Champion.  I smashed Inphino Blitz!  The Force ended the Merciless Alliance!  And Tecno- at Meltdown- I'm coming for you, and I will do my best to end your career and make a complete mockery out of you, so help me God.

Creature, enraptured in his own anger and determination for vengeance, applies a great deal of pressure to the accelerator and begins irresponsibly weaving in and out between the other cars on the road.

Creature: Little man, here me and here me now...

Lil' Creach sits up and listens intently, staring at Creature with anticipation.

Lil' Creach: Yes, yes!?

Creature nods and smirks as he speaks.

Creature: At Meltdown, the Force start a new.  At Meltdown, the Force begin to take crap from no one.  At Meltdown, the Force will strike back, and the Force will no longer be subject to billion on two sneak attacks.  First, Jack Duncan will bury Blitz, body, career, and soul, and become the new HCW Continental Champion, putting the big three of titles- the HCW World, Continental, and Tag Team- in the Force camp.  Next, I will be the Last Man Standing as I beat Tecno from pillar to post and back again, and show him why I am the G.O.A.T.

Lil' Creach: (interrupting) Greatest of All Time!  Yessss!

Creature slowly lifts his head and then lowers it, giving his miniature counterpart a nod of approval as he continues to spout off and drive recklessly.

Creature: And finally...the Force will smash the Soulz and any other imbeciles who have dared to offend us in past week, anyone who has stood in our way, anyone who has held us back, anyone who has pissed us off.  I'm Really Fucking Mad.  We're Really Fucking Mad.  And it's time we start getting the respect we fucking deserve.

Suddenly, Lil' Creach begins pointing towards the front of the car and bouncing up and down.  Creature glances over at him and slowly begins to slip from his frenzy, at which point he realizes smoke is billowing up from under the glistening dark hood of the luxurious machine.

Creature: Shit!

Lil' Creach: What happening?  What happening!?

Creature slams his left hand, the uninjured one, into the steering wheel in anger and begins searching the horizon for a place to pull over.  He locates a nearby rest stop and grits his teeth.

Creature: God damn this contemptable hunk of tin.  It was just in the fucking shop when?  When I faced Michael Mercer.  When Inphino Blitz screwed me against motherfucking Michael Mercer.  Argh...I shouldn't be having these problems!

Creature cuts a fellow driver off in his pursuit of the rest stop, and moves into position to make the turn off the road.  Lil' Creach giggles with excitement as the engine of the car begins to crackle and pop.

Creature: Just my fucking luck...damn thing is probably over heating in this God forasken Nevadan sun.

As the internally roasting Corvette pulls up into the rest stop, Creature rolls down his window and raises a clenched fist towards the heavens.

Creature: Curse you, you fucking sun!

The car comes to a complete stop, and Creature quickly hopes out.  Lil' Creach exits as well, and as his stumpy, petite legs reach the gravel covered ground of the rest stop, he raises not one but both fists into the air.

Lil' Creach: Curse you!  Cuuurse yoooouuu!

Creature meanwhile sends dust and gravel into the air as he kicks the ground in rage.  He stomps over to the front of the car and throwing caution to the wind, lifts up the seering hood.  He snarls and slams his hands against his hips.

Creature: Great!  Fucking great!  A God damn hose is punctured.  Look at this mess!

Creature examines the smoldering engine and scans the trail of anti-freeze leading from under the car all the way back to the road.  Lil' Creach comes scampering over to him, interested in finding out what has happened.

Lil' Creach: What the hell is going on?  Heeeheee!

Creature glances down at the one called Lil' Creach and snorts with disgust.

Creature: I'll tell you what the hell is going on you fucking psycho.  This-

Creature raises his head and arms up towards the hot sun, glaring down upon them with extreme heat.

Creature: This fucking thing we call a sun has completely screwed us!  The engine over heated, some how this motherfucking little hose here got pierced, and anti-freeze started spewing everywhere.

Lil' Creach squints and looks up at Creature.

Lil' Creach: Can we fix it?

Creature shrugs and frowns.

Creature: Oh I'm sure we can.  And I'm sure we will.  I'm also sure we are going to arrive to Meltdown fucking late as hell, and have to hear about it all night from Jack and Gill...and let me tell you, if Gill says one thing to me, I'm going to rip his fucking head off.   I'm sure we'll arrive late, and I'll have to rush to prepare for Tecno, and I'll go out there and be embarassed by the pitiful little reject, and even after I get on my game and smash him into the ground and leave him laying far past the ten count, I'll never hear the fucking end of it.  Now then...do you have some fucking tape?

Creature peers at Lil' Creach who doesn't respond.

Creature: Ah, I don't have time for this.  You get in in the car little man, I'm going to call Jack, and then we are going to get back on the damn road before it gets dark.

Lil' Creach nods quickly and jolts back around to the passenger's side where he briskly climbs into his seat, still warm from his last stay, and straps himself in with a seatbelt.  Creature meanwhile reaches into the right side pocket of his leather pants and withdraws a cell phone.  He selects to call Jack Duncan utilizing the memory function, but unfortunately, he is out of range and the call cannot be made.

Creature: FUCK!

Lil' Creach wathces on as Creature heaves his cell phone out into the open distance beyond the rest stop.

Creature: Oh this is just great.  Hmph.

Creature spots a set of pay phones a few yards away near the restrooms of the rest stop, and rushes over to them.  He reaches the one on the far left of the trio of phones, and grabs up the receiver.  He begins to dial Jack Duncan's cell phone number, but then stops and hangs up the receiver as he notices the posted amount required.

Creature: Oh this is fucking outrageous.  I'm not going to be overcharged like this to talk to my fucking tag partner-

Creature suddenly pauses as he notices another posting on the phone...an advertisement for 1-800-Call-ATT.  Creature smirks.

Creature: Hmm...good enough for me.  It's easy.  I'll dial right down the center.

As Creature begins to dial, he speaks aloud to himself.

Creature: One, eight hundred, C, A, L, L, A, T, T.  Now...

Creature punches in Jack Duncan's cell number and turns away from the phone, checking on Lil' Creach.  The midget can be seen staring back at him from the car, unmoving.

Creature: What a wierd little fucker...

After several rings, Jack Duncan picks up.  Creature unfortunately must wait for him to accept the call.  He listens as a recording is played for Jack.

Recording: You are receiving a collect call from-

There is an awkward moment of silence before Creature realizes he needs to speak.

Creature: It's me, damn it, accept!

The recording chimes in once again.

Recording: Will you accept this call?

The deep, stern voice of Jack Duncan can be heard mumbling something, and the call is finally patched through.  Jack Duncan speaks out, and the conversation begins.

Creature: My fucking car broke down!  I'm stranded out here in the middle of no where with this little freak!

...

Creature: Yeah, yeah.  He's starting to grow on me.  Anyway- where the hell are you?

...

Creature: Oh this is just fucking great.  We just hit Nevada about half an hour ago.

...

Creature: I-40.

...

Creature: Shit!

Creature glances at the rest stop, then back at the car still leaking anti-freeze, and finally his gaze comes down to the bandage on his hand.

Creature: Alright.  I'll think of something.  Thanks for nothing.

...

Creature: Hmph.  We'll see you in Vegas.

Creature sighs and simple drops the phone, leaving Jack all alone.  The Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion turns his head to the side and spits forth a wad of phlegm before storming back to the Corvette where Lil' Creach still sits in the same position, watching his every move.  Creature comes upon the open hood and once again asseses the damage.

Creature: Alright...I can fucking fix this.  I don't have time to wait for that moron.

Creature raises his bandaged hand, and without a moment's hesitation, begins to remove the tape from the treatment.  He then takes the piece of medical tape and wraps it securely around the leaking pipe, sealing up the leak for the time being.  He slams shut the hood, and moves back around to the driver's side.  He throws the door open and climbs in, then slams the door shut.  Lil' Creach grins.

Lil' Creach: We go now?

Creature glances at the front of the car, which smokes no more, and shrugs.  The medical tape might not hold, and of course their is the hazard of a fire.  He looks back at Lil' Creach.

Creature: Yeah...we fucking go now.  I don't know how far we'll fucking get, but we are going.

Creature starts the car once more, and jerkily governs the car out of the gravel parking space of the rest stop and back out onto I-40, the interstate highway which will take him to Las Vegas.  As they resume their two man road trip, Lil' Creach once again inquires about the Force's two man power trip.

Lil' Creach: Who you call?

Creature answers but keeps his focus on the road ahead.

Creature: I told you.  Jack Duncan.

Lil' Creach: He going to beat Impeena Blib?

Creature chuckles at the blatant mispronunciation of his hated rival's name.

Creature: Yes, yes indeed Jack is going to defeat Inphino Blitz.

Lil' Creach claps his hands together with joy.

Lil' Creach: Yay!  Force win everything!

Creature: By Meltdown's end, we will have everything we need.  We will rule HCW.  And our foes will be vanquished.  Blitz will lie six feet under, the Soulz will lie broken and beaten, and Tecno will lie at my feet, staring up at me, knowing me as his god, knowing me as the HCW Champion, knowing me as...the Last Man Standing.  His Future is dim...but the Abyss is dimmer.

Creature applies a burst of speed, and the along with his miniature companion, speeds forward towards Las Vegas, towards the MGM Grand, towards the Meltdown Brawl.  Tecno is bringing all of his confidence and then some...but will that alone be enough to fell the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion in a brutal Last Man Standing match?