Slowly and gently, back and forth, the tide rolls in and out, everytime lightly licking at the boot bearing feet of the HCW Champion, Creature, who stands out on the northern beach of the Domincan Republic section of Hispanola, wearing some grey pants along with his boots, the black and silver mask he has worn since arriving, and the leather jacket as well.  At his feet sit his three title belts- the HCW World Championship, the HWA World Championship, and the HCW World Tag Team Championship.  Will this trio become a quartet with the addition of the HCW All-Star Cup tomorrow night?

    With arms crossed in front of him, the demented masked man who has recently been speaking to a mysterious man he met back in Neveda who seems to know him fairly well, stares out onto the horizon where a pink sun sets the sky on fire with beautiful orange, gold, and scarlet hues.  The sea reflects the sunset in a breath taking manner, but it is not the gorgeous sky, beach, or sunrise that the champion is concerned with.  He is waiting for someone.

    Growing impatient, Creature angrily stomps the sand below his feet, kicking up a small amount of debris.

Creature: Where is the fool?  I told Jack not to come by boat...he has my attire.  Hmph.

    Creature glances downward and inspects his current clothing, then shrugs with a sigh.

Creature: I suppose if I must, I can be crowned the All-Star Cup holder in this outfit, but I'd much rather compete in my gear.

    As the tide washes up to Creature's feet once again, it carries with it a starfish, which lies in the muddied sand gasping for breath.  Creature glances down with a frown at the sea organism, and after failing to be impressed, delivers a hard stomp, crushing it and pushing its remains deep down into the moist sand.

Creature: Ah...the sun has almost risen.  Which means Thursday has almost begun.  Tomorrow becomes today, children are born, elderly die, and couples wed.  It happens every twenty-four hours.  But there is one thing that remains the same, the one constant in the giant equation of life.  I will always be on top of HCW.  I will always be the HCW Champion.  I will always be ranked number one.  And after the episode of Loaded that Thursday will bring, I will always have the All-Star Cup in my possession.  I don't care what that fool said to me over the phone.  He might be at Loaded tonight, but he still does not know just how truly dominant I am.  I underestimate no one.  But I promise victory after victory.  How is that possible?  Because I am the ABSOLUTE BEST, and after my victory on Loaded, I will be recognized as such.

    From behind his mask, Creature peers back out into the open sea.  His eyes widen and light up with a sensation that he only feels once a month or so, happiness, as he spots what appears to be a small boat moving in towards the coast.  Creature grins and checks his footing in the sand before looking back out, where indeed a boat, not large in stature but not minute, moves forward.

Creature: There he is, at last!  My tag team partner, the other half of the HCW World Tag Team Champions, Jack Duncan!  The wouldbe and shouldbe HCW Continental Champion is arriving, and he brings with him Lil' Creach and my ring attire.

    Creature kneels down for a brief moment and collects his championship straps.  With all three neatly folded and held under his right arm, he extends his left hand into the air and begins waving it back and forth, attempting to guide Jack Duncan towards his location.

Creature: With the arrival of my gear, all my worries have vanished.  Jack proves reliable, and now it will be on to tonight, and winning the All-Star Cup in front of the world.

    The Master of the Abyss moves out a bit, into the water by several feet.  The boat, which appears to be a fishing boat of some sort, slowly moves closer to Creature, and Jack Duncan steps out onto the deck, clutching a familiar black bag.  Creature grins and nods to his partner, who returns the gesture, and then tosses the bag towards Creature, who catches it with both arms and heaves it onto the shore along with his three title belts.  Jack gives Creature a "thumbs up" and then begins to go back down into the boat, but Creature stops him.

Creature: Hey!  Where'd you get the boat?

    Jack turns back to him and shakes his head.

Jack: You don't want to know.

    Creature nods and snorts, knowing he will hear the no doubt ridiculous story somewhere down the line.

Creature: So you're leaving?

    Jack shrugs before responding.

Jack: No.  I'm just going to go get Lil' Creach.

    Creature turns away from the boat and heads out of the soothing, clear water as Jack disappears below the deck to fetch the fanatic midget who is fastly becoming popular all over the world, known as Lil' Creach.  The HCW Champion reaches his bag and opens it up, then examines its contents to make sure everything is intact.  Indeed it is, and Creature slips his three championships inside along with his wrestling gear.  He closes the bag once more and rises with it in hand as he hears a tremendous splash from behind.

    Creature spins around and watches as a wet Jack Duncan carries Lil' Creach to shore from the waters as the fishing boat, manned by what looks to be an old man with a pale white beard, slowly rotates and begins to head back from whence it came.  As Jack steps onto the hot sand, he sets Lil' Creach down, and the two approach Creature.

Jack: You ready for tonight?

    Slinging the bag over his right shoulder, Creature moves his head up and down with agreement.

Creature: Most definitely.  Tecno, Maniac, Sinn, Inphino, Mei...they have no chance.  I've focused on them and the match since I arrived, and I am fully prepared to do what I must to walk out with the All-Star Cup.  And plus...HE will be there.

    Jack tilts his head to the side and raises his eyebrows.  He then purses his lips and nods.

Jack: That's great.  So you have to take on all of those losers?

    Creature shrugs and adjusts the bag over his shoulder.

Creature: I don't want to say the match will be an easy win Jack, because it will take effort.  But it will be fun if things go my way.  I plan on dissecting the Blitzs, destroying Tecno and Sinn, and once again showing Maniac why when we were first at war, I always won.

    Lil' Creach errupts with cheers for Creature, and raises both arms over his head.

Lil' Creach: All-Star Champ!  All-Star Creach!

    Creature pats Lil' Creach and smirks.

Creature: That's seems to be the story of the match.

Jack: Well it should be.  You've beaten every one of those fools before.  For Christ's sake, you just beat Tecno at Meltdown II.  I was there!

    Creature sighs.

Creature: Indeed.  While I haven't actually faced Sinn and Mei Blitz before, I consider them two of the lesser threats in the match.  The fact is Jack that Gill felt compelled to make me prove once AGAIN that I am the ABSOLUTE BEST.  And as the Prince of Wrestlers, that is exactly what I will do, no matter who I must go through.  Now c'mon Jack.  Let's head out to the arena.

    Jack nods and gives Lil' Creach a gentle nudge as they begin to walk up the sloping beach via a stony path and out onto the main road, with the HCW Champion leading the way.  As they make their way upwards, The Force continue their conversation.  Jack Duncan, arrogant as always, is having a hard time comprehending how Creature could possibly not win the match.

Jack: Man...I just don't get it.  This match...it is going to be so easy for you.  I don't even understand the point of having an All-Star Cup in the first place.

    Creature shrugs.

Creature: Neither do I, but it exists, I am receiving a chance to win it, and so I will.  It will be just one more achievement, and just one more bit of evidence that I am number one in HCW.  By the way...have you heard anything about Matt Madison coming along?  I have not seen him.

    Jack Duncan squints his eyes as he begins to ponder the question.

Jack: Uh...I'm pretty sure he's here.  Why do you care?  You hate him.

Creature: I care because I don't want to have to deal with him.  I find enough wrong with this God forsaken place as it is.

    The trio, Jack Duncan, Creature, and Lil' Creach, step out onto the left shoulder of the same road the limousine took the HCW Champion down en route to the terrible hotel which Creature checked out of this morning.  They trek past the hotel, and make their way deep into the city.  Jack is tempted to enter the tavern Creature stopped in the previous night, but Creature reminds him of his vow to avoid alcohol.  They eventually reach the small arena located at the center of town where Loaded and the house show the following night will be held.  Both events are sold out, and HCW looks to profit greatly from their interesting stop in the Dominican Republic.

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    Inside The Force dressing room, located near the back of the arena, Creature begins to prepare for his match.  He sits on a long blue bench with his three championship belts beside him, and now wears a fresh, blue and black mask along with some fingerless leather gloves.  His legs are still adorn in the grey pants from earlier, though in moments they will be replaced by blue and black tights.  Sitting next to his now bare feet are his working boots, shined and begging to be laced.  Jack Duncan, who wears only a white tanktop, some blue jeans, and some brown boots, sits next to Creature.  Lil' Creach, wearing small simulated leather pants, a large Creature shirt which hangs down to his knees, and his own black and green mask, stands next to Jack.

    Duncan rises and grabs Lil' Creach by the arm.

Jack: I'm gonna go grab some grub.

    Lil' Creach does not protest, but instead begins to bounce up and down slightly with excitement, chanting.

Lil' Creach: Yeah!  Grub, grub!

    Creature nods to his companions.

Creature: I'll see you around.

    Jack nods and leads Lil' Creach out of the dressing room.  The door slams shut, leaving Creature alone to finish dressing.  The HCW Champion rises and stretches for a few moments before finishing changing.  He first slips a black tanktop over his head and pulls his elbow pads on, then begins to remove his grey pants when suddenly the door to the dressing room flies open.  Creature stops instantly stops and glares at the door angrily, seeking the person who dared distburb him, or open his door unanounced.  He sees the feeble form of one Matt Madison, standing with a grin on his face and a pad and pen in hand.  Creature furrows his brow as Matt extends the pad out towrds him.

Matt: Got time for an interview?

    Creature sighs and glances down at the ground while adjusting his grey pants back around his waist, then looks back up at Madison with rage in his eyes.

Creature: No!  Now get the hell out of here!

    Matt tilts his head to the side and pouts.

Matt: Why?  You and the Soulz...and everyone.  No one ever wants an interview!  Don't you understand Creach?  It's my job!  I will get canned if I don't interview so many people.  You see, there's this thing, called a quota-

Creature; (interrupting) Ah just shut the fuck up!  Close the God damn door and sit the fuck down.  I'll give you TEN minutes.  Then you can get your ass out of my dressing room!

    Matt Madison's eyes light up and he quickly takes a seat, carefuly to close the door behind him first.  Wearing a long, brown trenchcoat with his hair slicked back, Madison looks especially foolish today.

Matt: Oh thank you.  You won't regret it.

    Creature places a hand on his forehead and gently caresses his aching brow.

Creature: Oh, I'm sure I will.  Now...first question!

    Matt scurries to ready his pen and pad.

Matt: Right, right.  Here we go.  Creature- tonight you face every other singles champion in HCW for the prestigous All-Star Cup.  How do you feel about that?

    Creature tilts his head to the side and stares down at Madison.

Creature: That's the best you've got?  How do I feel?  I'll tell you how I feel...I feel great about it.  I love the idea of me getting to beat the living hell out of every other champion in HCW.  It will give me the chance to prove that I am the undeniable best in HCW, allow me to trounce some of my worst enemies, and give me the opportunity to walk away with even more gold.

    Madison nods and then rises.

Matt: Okay.  That'll be all.  Thank you.

    Matt begins to walk towards the door, but he is cut off by the strong, muscular right arm of Creature.

Matt: Uh...Creature...

    Creature stares down at him, fumming.

Creature: That was it?  One fucking question?  You wasted my fucking time with one fucking question?  You came barging in here and whined and bitched and moaned and complained for one fucking question?  Get out.  Get the hell out of my room!  NOW!

    Creature throws open the door with terrific force and shoves Madison out, then slams the door in his face.  Creature then glances down at the ground and sighs with hands akimbo.

Creature: Stupid fuck...I have the All-Star Cup to worry about, I can't be wasting my time with his nonsense.  In just a little while, Tecno, Maniac, Sinn, Mei, and Inphino will all learn why I am the ABSOLUTE BEST, why I am the Prince of Wrestlers, and why their futures truly are dim...

    Creature continues to prepare, and Loaded looms on the horizon.  Who will take the All-Star Cup?  What will a win do for Creature's ego?  What will a loss do for Creature's mental state?  All hell will break loose, live from the Dominican Republic.