Island Paradise

    Leaning against a metal guardrail, with white paint chipping away, the HCW Champion stands staring into the dark waters.  Drapped in a long, tar black slicker over a dark tanktop accompanied by some leather pants, glistening with the reflection of the celestial bodies above, and some black boots, the masked Creature concentrates on only one thing- his match for the HCW All-Star Cup.

    With the HCW Championship dangling from his left hand and a beer in his right, Creature sighs and adjusts his position against the wet railing.  A few feet away stands his Tag Team Champion partner the "Hoss" Jack Duncan, clutching a long fishing rod, attempting to snare something to dine on later.  Duncan glances over at Creature as his line hangs idlely over the side of the boat.

Jack: You look serious.  What's wrong man?

    Creature raises the beer to his lips and takes a drink, then shakes his head.  His eyes are sharp and focused, and his mouth is bent into a frown of sorts.

Creature: Ah...it is just the match tomorrow night.  The vast majority of my opponents are taking it so lightly, with very little to say.  CJ Sinn has yet to remark on it, hell, I don't even know if he is in the Dominican Republic.  Tecno has had his usually fifteen minutes of idiotic rambling and yelling, and Maniac has spouted off about everything he has done, even though I have done just as much as he has, hmph.  And then there is of course Blitz.

    Jack nods.

Jack: I hate him.

    Creature smirks.

Creature: I know you do pal.  I swear to God he must be involved with the Prophecy, because that's what he starting to sound like.

    Jack looks down at the ground and shakes his head.

Jack: That was some fucked up shit...I hope you never have anything to do with the Prophecy.

    Creature nods and turns his gaze out towards the horizon, squinting his eyes and seemingly peering into the future.

Creature: I can assure you that will never happen.  But Jack...something from the past is returning, soon.

    Jack furrows his brow and ponders for a moment.

Jack: Wha...huh?

    Creature shakes his head and grins slightly.

Creature: Don't worry Jack...it can only help us.  But it isn't an issue tomorrow night at Loaded.  The only thing that will matter is the All-Star Cup, and I will expect you will have my back if the shit hits the fan, correct?

Jack: Oh yeah.  No doubt.  Do not worry, Creach.  Gill and I will make sure you take home what you deserve, and that is the All-Star Cup.

    The HCW Champion snorts and raises his head towards the sky.  He then speaks to Jack, sternly.

Creature: Gill...Jack...we need to have a talk with him.

    Duncan now stares straight out into the water, listening intently to his partner.

Creature: Changes must be made.  We have to many enemies.  It's time for damage control.  It's time to trim the fat.

    The Prince of Wrestlers looks over at Jack, who nods slowly up and down.

Jack: Yeah...you're right.

    Creature mimics the gesture and then raises the title belt.

Creature: Tecno, Sinn, Blitz, Maniac, Mei...they are all pathetic.  They are each going into this match with the knowledge that they will win, and yet, they will all leave the Dominican Republic disappointed and with only one truth in mind- their futures were dim on Hispanola, but the Abyss was much....much....dimmer.  The Cup is mine.

    And so, as nightfall overtakes the island of Hispanola, Creature and Jack Duncan, the Force, sail on, hunting the fish of the West Indes and confidentally discussing their careers and futures.  Come tomorrow however, Creature will be hunting something much larger than a fish- he will be hunting for the HCW All Star Cup, and the right to finally say he is the best in Hardcore Championship Wrestling.