...A series of static brings back into focus the scene of Greggo; Shane 's insane little sidekick and former manager for Unknown Soldier, licking the front of a camera lens with his long tongue flickering back and forth and up and down all over the cameras lens. He eventually puts his entire lips and mouth over the end of the camera and starts making suction noises before he eventually passes out from breathing in so hard without exhaling at all whatsoever. The camera still remains on and broadcasting the live scene before your eyes, but falls in front of the sucking sicko and onto the ground.

What unveils before us is a short and extremely overweight woman shouting at Shane over a food counter stand with white, blue, and yellow stripes. It's obvious that this is the same food court in the same mall that Unknown Soldier was previously in when he found the secret SATAN! shrine that is located in the basement of every Hot Topic in the history of ever. The incredibly obese woman is screaming at Shane as if she had gone completely insane with her arms flailing in the air and the skin between her multiple chins is flapping in the air like a flag in a harsh wind. The only difference from the scene earlier with Unknown Soldier is that it is clearly during the day and the mall is currently open. It’s still damn near abandoned, because, come on, who seriously goes to the mall in this day and age. You ever been to one lately and noticed how fucking deserted they are? Malls are like blockbuster video stores now, unnecessary!

Phat Bitch: "I told you six times, sir, we don't serve potatoes and asparagus here this is a Cinnabon!"

Shane : "Alright, well then I'll just take the six cinnamon rolls stuffed in a blender and mixed together with some pumpkin spice on top. For some odd reason, I can't understand why I have the sudden urge to think and act like some basic-bitch little white valley rich girl."

Phat Bitch: "This isn't a fucking Starbucks either! Now, you got about six seconds to get the HELL out of here before I call security!"

Shane shakes his head and frowns at the substantially large and damn near psychotic woman and storms off towards Greggo, shaking him violently until he wakes up from unconsciousness and drooling all over himself.

Shane : "Come on Greggo, you need to be my bodyguard tonight too while MonoAtomic Iridium still sits in the hospital after that amazing and vicious Gilly cutter that he received just a few days earlier. We're lucky he's not dead after something as destructive as that. This phat bitch is going to explode here pretty soon if we don't start making our way out of here. Now, use that super special snout of yours and find what I'm looking for!"

Greggo sits upon his legs and bends them ever so slightly as if a dog were perched up on his hind legs like a dog and starts sniffing the air like a drug dog searching the air like a crazy canine. Shane picks up the camera as we follow Greggo running around the mall smelling random corners and pressing his nose against the marble floor. A small service animal walking on a leash next to its owner walks past the two searching for something or someone, and Greggo runs over quickly to start smelling the dogs rear end as the owner violently tugs the dog away from the sick-minded Greggo.

Greggo: "Howdeh!"

Dog Bitch: "Scram you freak!"

Greggo runs over towards Shane and away from the service dog and immediately grabs his leg and starts gyrating back and forth on top of it humping it. Shane kicks Greggo away with his left foot with an absolutely enormous amount of force that sends him flailing backward many feet away from his abuser in a scream of pain and anguish. He cowers and lifts his leg and licks it with long and many laps as he seems scared, and yet eager to please his master's next wishes.

Shane "Maybe I need something to remind him of the scent!"

From out of his left back pocket of his pants, Shane pulls out the pink thong panties of the infamous Brianna Blair. The dead porn stars that Unknown Soldier was necrophiliac-ing in a few promos previously and Shane has somehow salvaged her scantily clothed underwear. He must have retrieved them from the bottom torso of her body before leaving Vinnie Lane's trailer and following Soldier. He first brings them to his nose and starts sniffing at them with one long drawn out inhale through his nostrils. His eyes light up like Ted Bundy's would inside a college sorority girls house in the dead of night while they all sleep peacefully. He exhales slowly while closing his eyes and smiling from ear to ear.

Shane : "Yes, she definitely didn't wash this pair after seeing Peter Gilmour."

He then lowers the satin panties down so where Greggo can smell them, and immediately he goes into a frenzy running maniacally in circles around Shane 666 times. After his initial freak out he catches wind of the direction he must go by pointing with his nose down a hallway that is hardly lit and definitely emancipates a lot less light than the rest of the mall. The canine-like creature then takes off in a quick sprint crawling on the floor on all fours darting off down the hallway as fast as he can.

Shane follows in tow but falls behind as he is not nearly as rushed and merely walks at a moderate pace following Greggo down the hallway. They finally reach the end of the said hallway to find the Hot Topic and all its strange emo goth esque decorations and exterior scene that it's known to have. The light bulbs surrounding the entrance sign hanging over the door and anywhere around the store are missing and so obviously the entire area is shrouded in darkness.

Shane notices that the padlock to get inside the store is missing, and so he easily lifts the chain link fence upward like a garage door that folds up into the ceiling. Shane then attempts to flick on the lights, but no response as he looks up to notice that the interior light bulbs are missing just the same as the outside. Shane stares up at the ceiling and shouts at the top of his lungs, looking quite invigorated and focused in the sky as if commanding someone from above.

Shane : "And then SATAN! said, let there be light!"

A flicker of light flashes in the back office room and then turns on completely signifying some type of sign from above responding to Shane's command. Greggo crawls like a ghoul with his tongue hanging out of his mouth lapping at the air and pooling drool in a puddle beneath his feet. He attacks the door by scratching it with his fingernails frantically as if trying to claw his way through its wooden core. Shane once again follows closely behind but in no hurry and eventually makes his way to the back office door where the light just turned on, kicking Greggo away from him when he reaches the door entrance to the back office, and again kicking him very vigorously as he skulks away into the corner of the room.

Shane flings open the door and inside reveals the scene of pure 'Fantasia' as was just discussed in Soldier's previous promo. Only it's a bit different then we remember it, with all the colors and he’ll fire raining down on a secret lair, as instead Soldier is conducting his symphony in the middle of an inverted pentagram drawn on the floor, surrounded by broken glass of the numerous light bulbs that were missing everywhere inside and outside of the store. All of the bulbs dusted with black and grey soot on all of their broken pieces as if they were used in the smoking of crystal methamphetamine. In the corner, the rotting and decaying head of Brianna Blair.

Greggo takes off immediately over towards the severed head and when he reaches the dead porn stars head starts sniffing and humping it. Going crazy as if a dog had just found his bone he lifts his leg to urinate on it as the camera pans away. On the wall immediately behind the door, in which the two searchers arrived, is stabbed with an enormous pirate sword through his abdomen, a body dawning a Michael Myers mask over its face. The dead body ironically killed just how the slasher in the film killed one of his own victims in the first Halloween movie. The corpse is hanging up on the wall being held up merely by the sword that was penetrated through its abdomen. On the chest of the dead body is a laminated badge signifying that the dead person is indeed the manager of the Hot Topic.

Shane looks down to see that Soldier's eyes are in fact open, but his pupils are so large and dilated with red streaks of blood vessels bursting inside his eyeballs. These eyeballs do not move at all, but rather stare directly off in the distance as if he were in some kind of trance. Still, his arms flailing about in crazy directions and getting more wide and violent motions with each passing moment Shane is in the room. Eventually, the maestro of madness brings his arms to a complete halt as the tips of his fingers touch the bottom of his thumb as if signifying a crowd of invisible instruments to silence themselves.

The lone light bulb in the ceiling that lit up and directed Shane into the room explodes over Soldier's head, as pieces of hot glass shatter about the room and fall to the ground like snowflakes gleaming in the shadows of the now dark and dank room. Covered with the stench of burnt hair with a slight detection of sweetness in the air. The source is obviously the smell of methamphetamine and decaying corpses.

Unknown Soldier: "Who's there?!?!"

A smile comes across Shane's face as he realizes that Soldier is so high on meth that he doesn't even realize his friend from once upon a time is right in front of him. Or even if he’s afoot or horseback.

Shane : "It's me! Some shitty wrestler from some shitty fed! I'm showing up as the ghost of christmas past in both you and Robert Main's promos because I have to remain relevant somehow despite ‘quitting’ the XWF!"

Soldier still stares out in the blank nothingness with his eyes still fixated in one position not moving at all whatsoever, however his ears do perk up as he prepares to respond to the voice calling out to him. A blank stare still across his face as he speaks as if a person is standing right in front of him, although Shane stands all the way behind him.

Unknown Soldier: "Be gone with you and your groveling swine ass! I don't need any help from someone whose promos are as boring, monotonous, and repetitive as a Charles Dickens novel! I will rape you faster than a tiny thick-bottomed blonde chic would getting dropped in the middle of a prison yard!"

Shane : "Easy now, Soldier! I'm merely here to get you in touch with your gay side. For you see, I have been telling Robert Main to get in touch with his evil feminine side for his promos so that he can dig down deep enough to your level of dastardly villainy so that he can TRY to beat you. Only a woman can be as deceitful and exhibit this kind of lil' pussy boi behavior like him."

"He's got to be a bad guy like you, don't you see, so that way he can get down to your level and overcome these sad and depressed feelings he can't seem to get over since losing his Universal title just days before breaking Engy's record! You've got to get as gay as possible, so that way you can rape him harder than anyone and everyone you've ever raped before!"

Soldier stands at full attention and salutes the sky and then places his hand over his heart.

Unknown Soldier: "As you wish Ebeneezer Scrooge! I pledge allegiance, to be gay, and to penetrate Robert Main profusely! And to the republic, for which it stands, one federation, under SATAN!, with liberty and justice for all! AMEN!"

Shane shakes his head and scoffs before commanding that Greggo retrieve Brianna Blair's severed head, after he commandeers the rotting and disgusting head, then the two make their way out of the room leaving Soldier to stand alone in the darkness staring blankly at the wall directly in front of him.


"Robert Main continues to eat out of the palm of my hand like a hungry pigeon feasting on a piece of bread. He can give his new little ‘ghostly’ compadre all the credit for turning him into the monster he now claims to be, but what he should really be doing is blaming me for setting him off into insanity. After all, if it weren't for me he would still be pretending to be a tremendous Universal Champion while defending 666 times against this arch-rival of his he beats repetitively time and time again.

Maybe I should do that with drezdin after I defeat Robert Main tonight, just have the same match over and over again against someone I know I can beat easily? He sure had a lot to say about how the XWF has let him down when he simply isn't man enough to look himself in the mirror and admit he's been nothing but a failure and accept the blame for losing the Universal title on himself alone. How in the hell is it the XWF's fault that I swooped in and stole his Universal title like Drew did his little sister's anal virginity!

That was all me , just like you said, I pinned you to the mat for the count of three and took the Universal Championship belt from you. I'm not exactly sure why you want to point the finger and bring the focus at the XWF. Why? Because they booked you in a tag title match that made you vulnerable? Is the XWF supposed to defend the title or are you? Stop trying to placate yourself as XWF's former savior fallen from grace and resurrecting yourself from the dead as some kind of heel zombie put together by Dr. FrankenPage!

That certainly doesn't sound like this 'legendary omega' character you like to allude to that will live in infamy in the hearts of all your die-hard fans. Does it Robert? That sounds more like a little pussy bitch boy making excuses for himself and letting himself become the sheep to some shepherd who doesn't know how to lead him back home. I guess I have to explain the reason I chose this match stipulation and all the allusions you're not picking up on throughout the entirety of everything I've had to say throughout our little back and forth here the last couple of weeks. I thought I would only have to do something like that in my next match against drezdin, but apparently you're just as dumb as he is.

I don't plan on simply pinning you to the mat to the count of three. As I stated before, I plan on making an example out of you and in order to do that I'm going to first rape, murder, and then fuck your dead corpse afterward. I'm going to take my time and do it all slow like so that the entire world can see what a pathetic champion you've been for the better part of a year. I'm going to need a lot more time than three fucking seconds in order to do that, hence the 666 falls count stipulation, knucklehead! You see, it's all not just a bunch of teenage toilet humor to keep you folks entertained. It's a mother fucking metaphor for what I'm about to do to you in the ring! I rape this woman. I murder that man. I have sex with this dead corpse. I sever this head. Robert main can't pick up the lines I'm throwing down here and I think that's been clear since the day I took his title. He's fucking clueless!

Because he can't really think of anything clever to say, I guess we have to revert back to my 'gimmick' as he calls it and all of my 'props' that I put on for all of you people. I find that funny, coming from a man who wants to cut some cliche 'at the casino' promo on me while smiling at some cheap waitress with his gold tooth and then coincidentally naming his finisher 'The Dead Man's Hand'. Whatever the fuck you say Wild Bill Hickock, the only thing missing from your latest promo was a pair of cowboy boots and a John Wayne quote you walking sack of sacrilegious shat.

You've had all the time to come at me with some blemishes and losses on my record and dig through and find some dirt on me after I exposed your dirty little Universal Title secret and how you obtained it. But instead, I guess you're just going to 'fold' that hand, huh Robert and admit defeat on that one. The point wasn't to prove that I'm a leviathan at all, but rather to show that you are in fact a hypocrite and an embarrassment as a Universal Champion, and apparently it worked because all you can do is throw your hands up in the air sarcastically and say 'fuck it' after that little kerfluffle, huh Robert? For SATAN! sake you are fucking pathetic!

Also, stop trying to sound like some super paranoid little schizophrenic, nobody, especially the XWF, is out to get you. I mean, one of the fucking owners is in Apex with you and the other two hate me and think I'm more annoying than Reeve Alexandra Gordon! This match is going to be evidence, that's one thing you did get right here Robert. It's going to be the evidence the entire XWF always needed to know that you've never been as good as you claimed to be, and at any moment, a true legend such as myself could have walked in and swatted you off like a fly on a horse's ass! It's high time somebody showed what a mockery you really are Mr. Main and I'll be the mother fucking man to do it! Pray for ME! XWF!

Pray for the end of this pestilence of pathetic pussy that has plagued this wrestling federation for too long and let's end the reign of Robert Main once and for all. Let the end of his legacy here at Relentless be my own personal little expose exposing him for the fraud and pathetic failure he always was and has been for his entire Universal title reign. Let the fun and filth begin! Out with the Omega! In with the sadomasochism and the SATAN!"