With the quick flick of his right wrist, Creature twists open the lid to the small, brown bottle of pill.  He extends his left hand, open and palm facing upward, and tips the bottle over.  When nothing happens, Creature taps the bottle with his index finger, attempting now to force the pills he so desperately needs out.  Again...nothing happens.  He raises hs masked head and shudders.  Matt Madison, behind him, taps him on the shoulder.

Matt: Creature?

Creature spins around and thrusts the empty bottle into Matt's face.  Matt jerks back a little, and peers at Creature.

Matt:  What is it?  Do you not want to do the interview right now?

Creature glares right back at Matt, unmoving, and then shakes the bottle violently back and forth.  Matt takes a step back with a look of concern on his face.

Matt: Are...are you out of pills?

Creature throws the bottle to the ground in anger.

Creature: Hell yes I'm out of pills, you bastard.

Matt raises his hands up in front of him defensively.

Matt: Whoa, I didn't do anything.  Would you like to do this interview another time?

Creature lowers his head and shakes it.

Creature: No.

Creature slowly turns around, and begins walking down the lengthy corridor towards the exit.  His footsteps echo throughout the arena's hallowed halls, and Matt watches him as he goes.

Matt: Alright...I'd better follow him and make sure he doesn't get into any trouble.

Matt sets off after Creature, he keeps his head down between his shoulders as he stomps through the arena hallway.  The arena where Loaded will take place is starting to fill with fans, as the show is just an hour or so from beginning.  Some wrestlers are outside, signing autographs and taking pictures with fans after they purchase HCW merchandise.

A loud sound is heard coming from the side of the arena, and most of the fans and other wrestlers turn their attention there, and watch as Creature's black Corvette zooms up the ramp leading into the parking garage and out onto the street.  Some of the fans hold up an arm and wave at the car as it heads out onto the road, while others lfit up their signs high for the HWA Champion to see.  The wrestlers take note of Creature's depature from the arena as well, most with looks of concern for their tormented co-worker on their faces.  A few moments later, another car, this one less extravagant, pulls up the ramp as well and drives off in the same direction as Creature.

Inside the second vehicle, Matt Madison grips the steering wheel and keeps a steady eye on Creature's Corvette.

Matt: What the hell is he doing?  This can't be good.

Creature's left blinker quickly begins to flash, and he makes a sharp left turn and speeds up.  Matt follows him, though not as recklessly.

Matt: I think I know where he is headed now...

Matt applies a bit more pressure to the accelator, but can't catch up to Creature.  Up ahead, there is a strip mall, and Matt smiles as he confirms his beliefs on Creature's destination.

Matt: Whew...had me worried.  He is just going to the pharmacy.

Matt watches from a few cars behind as Creature cuts off another driver while pulling into the strip mall's parking area.  In his blue-green Toyota, he slowly enters the parking area as well when it is his turn, and carefully monitors Creature, who slides in to a halt, taking up two spaces as he does.  Matt gently pulls to a stop and climbs out of his car.  A few yards off, the driver's side door of Creature's Corvette burts open, and Creature jumps out, slamming the door behind him.  Matt walks around the back of his car and heads towards the pharmacy as Creature enters through a swinging glass door.

Inside, the pharmacy is frigid and small.  There are several aisles seperated by high shelves of medicines and medical apparatuses.  The floor consists of plain white tile which reflect the bright overhead lights.  Towards the back of the store there is a large blue counter where prescriptions are filled.  A window seperates the clerk from the customer, and towards the bottom, there is a small opening for the exchange of product and payment.

Creature storms straight for the counter, and as he does, he extracts a stained, crumpled piece of paper from his left pocket.  As he approaches the counter, a middle-aged woman steps in front of the window and begins speaking to the clerk.

Creature: Damned whore!

As Creature reaches the counter, he refuses to wait in line and  shoves the woman out of the way.  She stumbles a few feet, giving Creature time to slam the crumpled paper down on the counter in front of the clerk.

Creature: I want these pills NOW.  Get to work.

The woman, wearing an elegant fur coat and sporting a fine, expensive berret atop her fiery red haired head, scoffs and charges for the door.  The clerk sighs and takes the piece of paper as Matt Madison enters the store.

As the glass door closes behind Matt, the middle-aged woman in fur brushes past him on her way out.  Before she exits, she turns with a grimace on her face and speaks to Matt.

Woman: If I were you, I'd get out of her.  There is a mad man at the counter.

Matt simply nods his head and watches as the woman passes through the swinging glass door, then turns his attention to the counter located at the rear end of the pharmacy.  There he sees a masked man, Creature, throwing his arms in the air over his head, arguing with a clerk behind the counter.  He quickly rushes over to Creature.

As he reaches the counter, the clerk, who is a young man with dyed blonde hair and a rather large head, walks away with a crumpled piece of paper.  Matt looks at Creature and tilts his head.

Matt: What's going on in here?

Creature glances at Matt.

Creature: I'm getting my pills.  What the hell do you think is happening?

Matt leans agains the counter and shakes his head.

Matt: I don't know.  Some woman told me that there was a mad man-

Creature: (interrupting) Don't listen to that old hag.  I wouldn't let her cut in front of me, that's all.

Matt bits his lower lip and nods.

Matt: Alright.  So are you getting your pills?

Creature snorts.

Creature: Perhaps...

Creature places both hands on the counter and yells at the window, hoping that all behind it can hear him.

Creature:...IF THE FUCKING MORONS WOULD HURRY UP!

Matt ducks his head and places a hand on Creature's shoulder.

Matt: Calm down.  They'll get it for you.

Creature knocks the hand off of his shoulder and glares at Matt.

Creature: Hell yes they will, if they know what's good for them.

Matt sighs.

Matt: Right...so are we going to be able to finish, or at least start, our interview?

Creature shrugs.

Creature: I don't know.  Or care.  Maniac and Cobra Hawke will leave with only shame tonight.  What more can I say?

Matt: Well...Maniac had a lot to say about you.  He believe that the "tag belts are coming home," tonight.

Creature throws his head back with a loud, coarse laugh, which startles Madison.

Creature: The Tag belts are all ready home, Matt.  They are with me.

Matt waits a moment for Creature to finish the thought, but it soon becomes apparent he has.

Matt: And Inphino Blitz.  Right?

Creature nods.

Creature: Yes....AND Inphino Blitz.

Matt: You know, you and the Soulz go way back.  Tonight's battle should be a classic.

Creature snorts.

Creature: I am aware of our past.  I've won all of our battles.  And tonight, I will win again.  The Soulz are just begging me to put an end to them, and seeing as I've had enough of their shit, I just might.  Now where are my damn pills!?

Creature slams a fist down on the counter.

Matt: I'm sure they'll be here.  Just hold on.

Creature turns and stares down at the short Madison.

Creature: I've "held on" long enough!  I want my damn pills!  I want my damn respect!  I want my damn belt!

A perplexed look crosses Matt's face.

Matt: Your damn belt?

Creature sighs and places his head in his hands.

Creature: No.  I have plenty.  And tonight, Blitz and I will emerge victorious.

Matt: No.  You said you want your belt.  You wouldn't be talking about the HCW Title, would you?

Creature raises his head from his palms and glares at Matt.

Creature: NO!  It belongs to Blitz!  It rightfully belongs to...Blitz.

Creature turns back to the glass and yells again.

Creature: WHERE ARE MY PILLS!?

Just then, the clerk returns from the back and approaches the glass, albeit apprehensively.  He slides a small white bag through the opening, and Creature snatches it up.

Creature: It's about damn time.

Creature turns away from the counter and storms off with the bag, leaving Matt with the clerk.

Clerk: Wait!  Sir- you have to pay-

Matt: (interrupting) It's on me!  Here.  It's on me.

Matt quickly lays a fifty down on the counter and slides it through the opening.  He then looks back at the door, and watches as Creature moves towards his Corvette while taking a handful of pills.

Matt: Tonight could be an instant classic...or hell on earth.