Hey Man... Im Con Victor, im going to be in the match that takes place here later....

Yeah, im his partner Korn Kid..

Ricky slowly sits up and stretches, petting his dog... He stands up and grabs a beer out of the small fridge on the porch...

Good Afternoon... Ricky Lee, owner of this fine establishment... What can i do for you...

Well Sir, i have a proposal for you...

The scene fades and cuts to Pestilence and Hell Spawn, sitting in the CRF GODS locker room... Pestilence sits at the kitchen table and is digging a groove out of the table with his pocket knife... Spawn walks into the kitchen and sits across from him.. Sinthia walks up and massages Spawns shoulders as he speaks...

Pesti... Bro... You got another match man... Yer day isnt over yet.. Come on... we can deal with this Brother situation later... Just let it go... Go beat the hell out of Con and get back here...

Pesti folds up the knife and slips it into his pocket.. He looks at Spawn with tears in his eyes... He slowly stands up and grabs his enforcer title off the chair...

You are right ya know... Its time for me to let it go... I got better things to do than sit here and worry about bull{censored}... You gonna go wit me?

I think we are gonna hang here for a bit.. If thats cool?

NO problem BRO... Ill catch ya after i beat Con... God why did i give HIM a shot... What has he done to deserve it.. hhe

The scene fades as Pestilence steps out the door, affixing his mask to his face...

Fade Out...

Fade In,
We now join Pestilence crossing the highway to "Ricky Lee's U Junk It" and steps inside the yard... He looks down to the Office and Ricky steps out onto the porch... Pestilence walks purposefully towards him, but stops short when he hears the growling of a dog... He slowly turns around to see the doberman, growling and poised to attack... Pesti cocks his head slightly and drops to one knee...

Tk... tk.. tk... C'mere boy... Tk... Tk... C'mere .. good dog.... Come on...

The dog, not used to such behavior from a human, drops its ears and slowly walks forward... Pesti reaches out slowly and pets the dog... After scratching it for a moment, he stands up... He walks on down towards the Main Office, followed by the Doberman... As Pestilence walks down, Ricky steps back into the Office where, Con and Korn sit...

Well, Mr Con... Mr Korn... Butch didnt faze him... Sorry you boys wasted your money... Now the CRF Commish is paying me good money to let you boys wrassle here... Get out there and put me on a show before I sic Butch on YOU..

Con and Korn grudgingly get up and exit through the back door, Ricky steps back onto the porch just as Pestilence reaches the porch... Butch leaps onto the porch and has a seat, as Ricky shuts the door to the Office...

Hey.. Mr Lee... Im supposed to be here for a Match... Me Vs Con Victor.. You know where he is supposed... Oh S{censored}...

Before Pesti can finish his sentence, Con Victor comes diving off the roof, and topples Pestilence to the ground... Korn comes out from behind the shed, a ragged peice of metal in his hands... He runs up to Pesti and Swings at his head, but Pesti rolls to the left... As Korn swings again, Pesti kicks his foot out and catches him in the stomach... Korn drops the metal, as Con gets to his feet... Con dives ontop of Pesti and begins bludgenoning him with a hubcap... Korn gets to his feet, and stumbles down the driveway back towars the Nassau Colesium... Con slowly stands up and goes to get himself a new Weapon.. Pesti shakes it off, and rolls back to his feet... He stumbles off into the junkyard, recuperating, and looking for a weapon...

We now join Con, climbing to the top of a stack of crushed cars... He sees Pestience sitting down, resting, and stealthily makes his way above him... Pestilence gets to his feet, wondering why Con hasnt found him yet.. he looks down, and sees that there is a shadow that shouldnt be there above him... As he watches the shadow it drops something and he dives to the left... In the very spot that he stood a tire falls and bounces away... Con drops to the ground as Pesti gets back to his feet... Con weilds a tire iron.. and Pestilence grabs up a muffler... He looks down into his hands...

A MUFFLER!! ARRGH!!

As Con laughs Pestilence charges and swings with the Muffler, Con raises his Tireiron and deflects the blow, but Pestilence's momentum sends him past him, and he spins catching Con in the lower back with the muffler... Con drops his tireiron and falls to his knees... Pesti stands over him...

There can be only ONE...

He swings down, connecting solidly with the tops of Con's head, sending him sprawling... Pesti stands there for a moment.. He drops the muffler and falls to his knees... Holding his arms out... then stops.. getting to his feet...

Damien Preserve... This isnt Highlander... This is Wrestling... Damn... Come on Con.. its not over yet...

Pesti grabs up Con by his clothes and proceeds to drag him over to the trash compactor... He stops out side of a half demolished Chevy Lumina and opens the door... He bodily forces Con into it, and slams the door... Pesti walks over to the Forklift and climbs in ... He starts it up and pulls around, lifting the Chevy.. and placing it into the compactor... He leaves the forklift parked infront of the car, holding the door open and walks over to a water hose lying on the ground... He turns on the water and walks over to the car.. He sprays Con through the broken window and wakes him up...

Con? Con.. wakey wakey... Con Frickin Victor...

Con slowly stirs inside the car and whacks his head on the ceiling of the car... He grabs his head and looks around... Pestilence sprays him once again...

Con... Hey A{censored}hole.. im out here... Outside the car thats about to get crushed... Now... Whta do you have to say for yourself...

Pestilence... You mother{censored} cant you even fight without cheating.. I dont recall this match saying kill your opponent.. Now let me the {censored} out of here RIGHT now...

Pesti just smiles and sprays him again. Pesti walks over to the controls for the compactor and flips the saftey switch off, sending a cloud of dust into the air... He flips a switch and the trunk and the front of the car as slowly being crushed...

Pestilence.. this isnt {censored} FUNNY... stop this {censored}...

Pestilence stops the machine and the pistons move back... He flips another switch and a large plate over the car slowly moves down.. squishing the top of the car, VERY slowly...

Pesti.. Pesti.. You dont want to kill me... come on... Let me out.. Ill tap out... Just let me go...

Pesti just smiles and flips the switch back off... The plate moves back up... Now Con is partially trapped inside this crushed car... The Forklift is the only think keeping Con inside the car.. Pestilence climbs back into the forklift and backs it up about half way... He leaves it running and its slowly moves backwards... He sprints over to the Compactor controls and flips all of the switches once again and stands back and Con has all of ten seconds to get out of hte car before being crushed...

Fade To Commercial

Fade In,
We now join Pestilence and Con Victor, exactly as they were before the commercial break.. Con is still trapped inside the car, and has only moments to break free or be crushed... Pestilence walks over to a pile of junk and pulls out a large peice of sheet metal... the forklift finally moves enough for Con to slide out the window of th car and He hits the ground, panting, jubilant that his life is spared... Pestilence lays the metal over two workhorses the are there as the Car is completely crushed flat... Con slowly gets to his feet and rushes at Pestilence, who is occupied fixing up a obstical course of junk... Con grabs up Pestilence and slings him into a pile of tires, which go rolling off... Con grabs him yet again and DDT's Pestilence into the sand... Con rolls to his knees and sees that Pestilence only has one eye open.. the bad one... He grabs up a hand full of sand and flings it at Pesti, who at that same moment flings his own handful of sand... Now both men are writhing on the ground, sand in their eyes, as a dark shrouded figure reaches down and pours water over the face of Pestilence.. Pesti jerks up, shaking his eyes free of the sand and looks around, seeing no one... He looks to where Con was and sees that he is stumbling off towards the waterhose... Pesti smiles and gets to his feet... he runs towards Con and grabs him by the head... He continues running and gives him a bulldog directly into the muddy ground... Pestilence rolls with the impact and lands on his knees... Con sits up, wiping mud from his face and looks at Pestilence... Pestilence looks at his opponent and smiles. He whistles shrill-ly and suddenly Butch, the owners dog comes trotting up... Con's eyes widen as He sees Pesti petting the dog and pointing at him... Con quickly gets to his feet and takes off running.. Pesti continues petting the dog for a moment then gets to his feet... He takes off down the other direction, towards the front of the Junkyard...

Moments Later, we see Pesti walks up to the Main Office, followed by Butch... The dog jumps back onto the porch as Con rounds the corner, a small peice of metal in hand... He clunks Pesti on the head, solidly and Pesti stares at him... Con thwacks him again... and again... Pestilence looks at him for a moment and then points to the "metal"... COn looks up to see that he is holding a visor from a car... Pestilence laughs as he reaches out and grabs Con by the throat... Pestilence then kicks him in the groin, buckling his knees... Con who is now holding his groin, is on his knees with Pesti's fingers wrapped around his throat... Pestilence then shoves him back and applies his feared Death's Touch to Con... The ref, as usual, appears from no where and checks Con's arms...

Fade Out

Fade In,
We now see Con sitting astride of a bleeding Pestilence, Con is continually punching and headbutting him... There is suddenly a shadow over Con and he recieves a boot to the face, sending him backwards... Pesti slowly sits up, on one arm, and sees that Con is laid out up against a crushed car... He slowly stands up and looks around for the culprit but sees no one... He walks over to COn... and Grabs him by the ear, pulling him to his feet... Pesti walks Con over to the entrance to the Junkyard.. and proceeds to sweep his legs from beneath him in the middle of the road... The traffic is light at this time of day, thats a good thing... Pesti grabs Con up again, and continues to walk him across the road to the arena parking lot... They continue past the security guards and Pesti places Con's head through the window of the guard shack... he continues to walk him through the parkinglot... and stops out in the sunlight in the middle of the packed lot... He raises Con up, who is now bleeding from the nose and mouth, and slaps him once... Con slowly opens one eye, as the other one is swollen shut, and looks at Pesti... Pesti smiles at him and proceeds to kick him dead in the groin... Con once again falls to the ground and Pesti punches him in the face multiple times... Con falls to the ground and Pestilence walks over to where he parked his bike... He pulls out the key and cranks it up... he rolls back into the lot and points the front wheel at Con... Con slowly stirs as Pesti revs the bike up and lets kicks it into gear... he proceeds to drive over the left arm of Con... Thud... Thud"... Con grabs his arm up and bows into a ball... Pestilence slowly turns his bike around and revs it again... he rolls up and stops a few inches from the head of Con.. who looks up... and sees the tire inches from his face.. he scrambles back as Pestilence drops the kickstand and climbs off... . Pestilence walks around and opens a bag on the back of his bike... he pulls out a length of chain, wrapping it around his hand... He walks over to con, who is holding his arm to him... and proceeds to punch him in the head once... Con falls flat to the concrete and Pesti places his foot on his chest and waits as the Ref appears from behind the cars again...