* Filthy walks through the hallway, on the way to his lockerroom. Suddenly, Freak Show appears behind him, smashing him in the back of the head with a lead pipe.*
* A shadow appears, B.Striker approaches him, the camera is rolling.*
B.Striker:
My my my. If it isn't our little Filths, hm? I take it you already know my friend Freak Show here, since you've cheated him out of his well deserved victory just like you did with me the last time we met inside of the ring.
This time, you won't be so lucky, trust me.
This time, there won't be anywhere to run and hide.
We will watch each others back so you won't be able to cheat anymore.
You really are filthy, you know that? That's what you are and just that.
Filth. Slime. Garbage. Dirt.
And you know what they do with stuff like that?
They put it in a trashcan and destroy it.
And that's exactly what I'm gonna do to you.
'Cause you are filth and you are slime and for the beast
IT'S FEEDING TIME!
*Camera fades to black*
Subject: PPV Preparations... 
Fri Mar 09, 2012 7:02 am
