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CodeRed · **08-22-2015, 05:25 AM** Chupacabra in England -->

*Scene opens up on a foggy late evening around 7:00 pm in Liverpool England. XWF's Steve Sayors and Code Red are sitting side by side near a boat dock ready to start his very first interview since his XWF debut. Code Red is wearing dark blue jeans with a black hoody, sipping a beer and lighting up a Newport. Sayors begins to speak...*

SS: Hello Ladies and Gentleman, Steve Sayors here and im sitting with the one and only, Code Red.

CR: Whats good Steve?

SS: Last Wednesday night on Warefare, You had your debut match here in the XWF in a battle royale against 4 other superstars. After watching the replay and seeing just how CLOSE you were to picking up the victory, How are you feeling today?

CR: *chuckling* Its funny you ask because im actually feeling pretty damn good today Steve. My dick is soar from that nut shot but im great. How 'bout yourself?

SS: Well, Im good. Thanks. But after putting up a hard fought battle and losing, Are you f....

CR: Wait...Lose? Lets make one thing clear, I did not lose buddy. I got robbed.

SS: Ok...fair enough. After you got 'robbed' in your very first match on Warefare, what kind of thoughts are going through your head today?

CR: Not a whole lot to be honest. Its been a week since Ive been here & my first night on the job, I seen a fat bald guy shit his pants in the middle of the ring, I seen a guy get murdered & another guy walk back into the locker room with a boot in his ass. Im actually starting to feel right at home, if you ask me. A little annoyed about what happened the other night but it is what it is.

SS: Its great to have you here on board. But lets go back to the other night, about the CCWF getting involved, and ultimately costing you the match?

CR: You win some, You lose some. I mean, I seen that stunt coming from a mile away. You knew it, I knew it, They knew it. I was just a little more prepared for it than the other guys. I do gotta admit though *clapping hands* It was pretty cute how the CCWF ran out to save poor little Abigail from having her back broken. We've all saved a hoe once or twice in our lifetime! and it DAMN sure aint no fun if the homies cant have none! Aint that right Steve-O!?

*Puts his fist out for Sayors to pound it*

CR: But we're adults here, right? So we take responsibility for our actions. I fell short, I was THIS close. THIS CLOSE! One minor fuck up and it cost me the match. But im also a man of my word and I did exactly what I said I was going to do. I gave 'em a fight. till I got kicked in the nut sack by Hired Gun, You wouldnt know anything about that though, would you?

SS: *clears throat* Well, I mean, Ye...

CR: Its a joke Sayors. Calm your tits...Its typical of a bitch to hit you with a cheap shot. Exspecially if they feel threatened. We all know they didnt leave Brazil without me embeded in the back of their brain. Im still there, waiting for the opportunity to strike down any one of those CCWF pussys. One at a time. If I wasnt on the radar already, I am now. Riding one deep, considered armed and dangerous. Last Wednesday was only the beginning...Im still here motherfuckas.

SS: As you already know...This Wednesday Night Warefare, We are coming live from Liverpool, England. And your set to go one on one against the mysterious Masked Man...

CR: Yeah, I seen his movie.

*Steve Sayors looking confused at Code Red*

SS: Which movie...?

CR: Wasnt he the guy in Nacho Libre?

SS: I believe your thinking of Jack Black?

CR: Same fucking weirdo. Its all pink on the inside. As far as the Masked Man goes, I wouldnt even call this a 'match' or 'fight'. I think 'being caught in the cross fire' is a little more fitting for this bought. Consider last week my unofficial homecoming. *chuckles* This match was booked for me to win. Just a mere stepping stone along my way, Ill take whatevers thrown in front of me till I get to where Im going. If you thought Warefare was exciting last week, Wait till you see what I have in store for Liverpool and the Masked Man. I have some built up frustrations that I need to....to...

*Code Red slaps Sayors in the back of the head*

CR:...Get your head outta the gutter perv and stop licking your lips.Â

SS: *rubbing his head* So its safe to your walking into Warefare next week worry-free?

CR: And walking out untouched. Let me ask you somthing Steve, Do you believe in the boogeyman?

SS: Well...No...I...

CR: What about a kukoi?

SS: A what...?

CR: *chuckles* Ok ok, Lets just say Mr. MASKED MAN gets to go toe to toe with a real life Chupacabra. Draining every ounce of blood left in his carcass, and once im finished making an example outta this clown in front of a sell out crowd in England, Im taking his pretty little 'mask' back home to Chicago so I can use it to clean up my semen off his wifes back. He claims to "be a legend that would make all the bad asses in the business cry"? Thats a cute. You dont know who I am, or where Ive been, or where Im going, but you will soon see me rise to the top boy.Â Ive said time and time again, It doesnt matter whos placed in my way, doesnt matter if its the first match of the night, the second match, third, or fourth, Extreme rules or just a good old fashion WRASTLIN match...When im around, I always am and always will be the main event! I suggest you get to know me.

*Raising his beer into the air and chugging whats left, He kicks the empty can on the ground, lights up a joint, and laughs.*

SS: Well...Definitely some strong words from the very confident, Code Red. I think that about wraps it up, I just wanted to thank you for your time and goodluck in your match next week.

CR: Thanks Steve-O

*They shake hands and Code Red gets off his chair. He cracks another cold one, takes a sip, & gets directly in Sayors face...*

CR: Its just a matter of time.

*Grinning for a minute. He walks off camera and Sayors is left clinching his chair. The camera pans out into the ocean.*

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