Insanity: What is your problem?

Hey assmonkey, I played along out there, but don't think for one SECOND I'm playing along back here. I am YOUR World Champion, and it's about damn time you start treating me with the respect I deserve.

You'd better treat ME with respect or you and your little brother will be booted out of Capitol Carnage!

NEWSFLASH slick, I never wanted to be in CC to begin with! You're the biggest group of jobbers I or my brother have ever seen. I USED YOU to get my rematch.

Why you son of a bitch...

What you didn't see it coming, I told you before, I WORK ALONE. I'm the MWF World Heavyweight Champion, I don't need you! I don't need anyone.

I am your boss Joe, this is not wise, you want a beating like on Rise From Flames?

Joe grabs him by the collar and shoves him up against the wall, lifting him up above his head. Pozen steps up to pull him off but Insanity waves him away, dispite being reasonably scared. Joe punches the wall next to head which cracks.

How would you like a beating right now Chris? That is your real name and I know it. How would you like a beating?

You know, fine, you're out of the elimination chamber match. I'll just fight Shawn Matthews one on one or something.

That's better.

I'm only doing this because I think you got a lot to sort out. This is not the Joe that we signed to MWF. You've changed man.

Yeah...I'm a bitter man. I want the week off. I need time to myself.

Whatever, you just better be ready for Rick Havoc. We are counting on you.

Joe turns around and looks Pozen dead in the eye. He looks him up and down before looking back into his eyes, not flinching.

And I'll see you on Saturday, bitch.

Pozen gets pissed and charges but Insanity holds him back as Joe walks out. We can hear Pozen cussing out Insanity who is just trying to maintain some sort of order. The scene fades out briefly.

We reopen up in Joe's house, some time later. The world title is spread out at his feet and a drop of blood hits it. We notice Joe's hand is bleeding, and possibly broken. Joe takes a swig from his beer bottle as he is obviously trying to get drunk.

Well it's not like I've had a broken fist before.

We hear a knock on the door, and after no response we see Joe's friend Josh enter.

Hey Joe what's...what the hell is wrong with you?

Fuck off.

What the hell?

I SAID FUCK OFF JACKASS!

Joe you need to just put that bottle down and just relax.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

Gee Joe, I thought I was your friend.

I don't need friends. You're only here to do a promo or some stupid shit, and it's only because I pay you. Not anymore, you're fired. Leave the camera here because I bought it.

I'm just going to leave you alone...cuz I think you'll change your mind. I'll be back later.

The hell you will, or I'll take this bottle and break it over your head.

Josh leaves and a druken Joe looks at the camera.

Might as well respond to what that dipshit opponent of mine said.

He turns on the camera and looks into it, ready to speak.

Well if it isn't my adoring public. All the fans in the whole MWF, and all the wrestlers too. Sorry if I don't seem myself. I'm just really pissed over the lack of respect I've been shown lately. Sure, I'm the world champ. Sure my legacy preceeds me, but do I get any respect from the boys in the back. Hell no. None. My own stablemate, Pozen. I'm fighting him in a match right? Does HE even do it admirably? No he has the nerve to call me a hasbeen. Pozen, I think I proved to the world that I am not a hasbeen when I defeated Danger, 1...2...3 last Saturday. You think my own CC buddies would show me the respect their world champion deserves.

I don't remember beating up that midget. I just shoved him down when he tried to attack me. Self-defense and all. No if I wanted to beat him up, I would have picked his tiny little ass over my head, and launched him as far as I could to the outside of the ring. As far as reality goes. Pozen you are nothing. You're even more pathetic than my last opponent. Weren't you that jobber everyone picked on in ICW? Aren't you still that jobber? I am the guy that boys want to be like and girls want to have. I am that guy. Just because you aren't doesn't mean you have to call my world a fantasy. Well, in a way Pozen, you're right. My world is a fantasy. YOUR fantasy. Face it Pozen, I HAVE what you don't. I am the world champion, I am the best wrestler MWF has ever seen. I am the Smooth Criminal, The Man Without Fear, The New Masterpiece...who are you? You're Pozen. What is that, a different spelling for Poison? Is that supposed to be clever? Sorry to say, it's not.

I do talk like I'm better, and I act like I'm better for one reason, and one reason only. I AM BETTER. If you think calling me bitchboy and dressing like a quote-unquote "thug" is going to get you that world title, then you are sadly mistaken. I don't know where you get bitching from, because I don't complain. I don't need to. I don't make excuses. If, and oh boy it's damn near impossible, but if I were to lose to you, I'd come clean and say I loss. Sure I'd probably retire because of the fact I'd be laughed out of the business but I would say I lost. I don't have to worry about that though. It's not going to happen.

Now either I'm really really drunk right now, which may be true, or your promo went from making some sense to some rant about nothing. I'll stick with the latter part. Pozen, no talking in the world is going to save you from the beating you are going to recieve. I'm going to focus on all my grievances and take them out on you. And when it's all said and done, *I* will be the MWF World Heavyweight Champion...not you. But hell, I'm not telling you anything, that you don't already know.

Joe turns off the camera, sits back in his seat and turns on the TV, to channel FX.

Wonder if one of those cop shows are on here. The Shield is always good.

Instead a promo for TCW begins airing, which has Joe scratching his head.

I didn't know SHE worked there. Wow she's changed.

In case those at home are wondering who Joe is referring to, it is the Angel of Mercy, Joe's ex girlfriend, and we thought it was also his friend. Joe continues watching, somewhat interested at the change she has gone through. We can hear bits and pieces from the TV, as Joe is feeling drowsy and drinking more liquor...

AOM(from TV): Calon, perhaps at another time I would have been elated at that, I really would have. But now, now I know. I�ve been on my quest for the highest honor that I could have ever gotten, something that I would cherish and do everything within my power to protect. At one time I thought that would be a World Championship. To be called Champion. But now, now I know that being called World Champion isn�t the highest honor I could have. No, that honor would to be called not World Champion, not even one-half Tag Team Champion, but to be called Mrs. Andri Cross.

Joe spits out the beer and it goes on the TV obviously, but he doubles over..

I think I'm going to be sick.

And indeed Joe does that, vomiting over the arm of his chair and he looks up, teary-eyed, at the television.

AOM(from TV): I�m not going after your title. Nor will I ever. I appreciate the offer, it means a lot to me, but I�ll be content without it, as long as I�m your....

Joe turns it off. He stands up, stumbling and he literally yells at the woman who was on television and is probably miles away.

FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING WHORE! You think you're soooo much better than me huh? HUH!? Kicked me to the curb like I was nothing huh? Well FUCK YOU, and your fucking fiance.

Joe notices the bottle has been broken and a jagged edge gleaming in the darkness.

Then again....why not just do one better...

Joe picks up the piece of glass, and digs into his own wrist, and begins cutting downward on the vein, blood oozing from the cut and trickling down his arm. He looks at the blood as it drops off of his elbow and falls onto the MWF World championship belt. He falls back into his chair and succumbs to the drowsy feeling now overcoming him.................

To be continued?