Its Showtime - Printable Version

*The scene opens near a beach in Brazil around 1:00 a.m. With only the moon lights reflection off the ocean, You see Code Red leaning against his custom all red Harley-Davidson, rolling a white owl, with a 6 pack of Pabst Blue Ribbson sittin on the seat of the motorcycle.Â Wearing sun glasses (yes at night), a plain white tee shirt, black jeans, and black steel toe work boots. Finishing the blunt, He sparks it up & inhales...*

"So this is it, huh? Rio de Janeiro. Got here a little early so I figured ide do a little sight seeing before my match this Wednesday Night on Warefare. an Elimination Battle Royale! My debut match against four other half assed athletes who are currently at the very bottom of the XWF totem pole.

*Chuckles while cracking open a beer & raising it in the air*

"Cheers to that garbage But hey, its understandable. No big deal anyways. I mean, The time to get back in the ring again has been long over due. New ring,Â new enviorment, new opponents to check off the hit list in my little black book. But wakey wakey planet Earth. The time for change in the XWF is upon us. The time for everybody to, slowly but surely, pull their head outta their ass and see whats standing directly in front of they're face. Time to stop praising the so called 'upper authority', these washed up athletes, Heros & Gods, because they will NOT save any of you. Its time you all start facing the harsh reality that we live in called LIFE. Where there are no friends or allies to hide behind, no teams, no alliances, Just you & yourself. Hunt or be hunted & No...

*Hits the blunt and takes a swig of his PBR...*

"This is NOT a threat from the CCWF side or whoever the fuck. Im not looking to jump in the middle of some wishy washey invasion or even act like I know what you

are bitching about to one another but im a one man assassin. A breath of fresh air if you will. Consider me the grim reaper of the wrestling world, the one thats going to take out anybody and everybody thats standing in my way. Whether you approve this message or not. They say there aint no 'I' in team...But there is a 'ME' and ME is all I need to go home every night at have a good nights sleep with one eye open. Abigail wants to sit there & talk about an Armageddon? Even a fool seems wise until he opens his mouth. *chuckles* Take a look around sweetheart. Its already started. The purge is longgg over due & the plan is already in motion. & Whos to blame? Who should get the credit? Its not because of the XWF. And The CWWF obviously isnt to blame. *pointing to himself* Its all...because...of me.

I believe Abigail said I needed to, quote on quote, 'Make better decisions' & thats funny because the decisions been made & the match is booked. Every man for himself, Just the way I like it. You, me, Butter Beans

half brother Darren, The emo pedophile from White Stripes Reeve, & a suicidal reverend that shoulda hung himself with a balloon string on his first birthday. BUT...Have no fear world. Because come Wednesday, The entire XWF & CCWF locker room, all the head honochos sitting in the front office, every panzi thats got gold strapped around their waste, Im coming for you. Do what you must but the fires already been started and the alarms dont work. This is your only warning to get out while you can. Theres a storm brewing & the chances of survival are slim. Put on your seat belts everybody, Its showtime.Â

*the camera fades to the right & into black*