Sunday, December 28th
One Day Before Gold Rush
Location Unknown
Time Unknown

Point of View- Un

I smiled that oh so sinister smile I just happened to posses as I walked further into my Feasting Chambers of my secret hideaway.

Yes, I do have a secret hideaway, and it just so happens to posses said Feasting Chambers. Problem? You should hope not, otherwise you'll be the next feast in here.

Anywhom, onto about my hideaway. It is but a humble establishment, as I managed to find an abandoned missile silo. Through time and effort, I managed to turn it into a suitable place where I could rest, plan my next attack, and get more disguises should the time arise where I need one. Yes, you heard me right. Get more disguises. This means that while Mister Top Gun, as the good Doctor of the XWF prefers to call him, may be my first victim of the XWF, though he isn't my first victim at all.

Yes, yes. To be honest, the changing of forms, the sucking of the blood... I've been doing this for as long as I can remember. Of course, it is in my nature, being a parasite and the like. Ah, but you don't want to know about that, no? You probably want to see what I'm doing now, hm? Then allow me to oblige.

I was humming down my Feasting Chambers, a noticeable pep in my step. I was eyeing the dozens of human prey I had manage to collect since I have first arrived, with a suitable human form, that being Joshua's human form.

"Ah, new form, new beginning," I hummed to myself as I was perusing the candidates, trying to find out which body would be better than the others to inhabit. There were all kinds- tall, short, fat, skinny, dark- skinned, fair- skinned, you name it, chances are I have it. Finally, I had settled on the perfect form to inhabit.



Perfect, wouldn't you agree? He doesn't exactly look like he can kick your ass, which is what I'm gunning for here.

I walked over to the boy who's form I'd be taking and his mouth opened in horror quite quickly, though not as quickly as when TJ Wallace opened his mouth to suck Vinnie Lane's dick.

I felt my vampire- like fangs sprout from my mouth, protruding out of it, like, about two inches. Horrible things, really, but honestly, I don't think siphoning blood would really be that much fun without fangs like these.

As I grabbed the boy's arm, he shouted, "P- Please stop! I'll do anything- ANYTHING! Just- just let go of me! I have a family, man!"

I looked up at him and flashed my sinister smile, saying, "Sorry, do I look like I give a shit? I'm going to take some of the blood that inhabits your body, use that to turn myself into a perfect exact replica of you, leave you in terrible pain for the rest of your days, and then I will finally finish the job, but not before I kill your friends, family, and everything one and everything else you hold near and dear."

"Y- You are a sick motherfucker!"

"Oops, did I forget to mention I'd be leaving you in more and more pain each time you try and rebel against me, which includes you spewing venomous? So that's what now, strike one?" I closed my hand, and made it seem like I was about to do a karate chop, only to jab my fingers right into the boy's stomach, spilling some blood onto me. A few droplets went into my mouth, allowing the taste buds of my race to analyze this blood further.

"Hmmm... Interesting. You taste quite good, you know. Kinda salty, but very savory, and did I detect a bit of lemon-"

"Go to hell you crazy bastard!"

"Strike two!"

Instead of jabbing my fingers into his gut again, I grabbed this guy's dick and began mashing and twisting it, taking in every scream the boy was now making as if it was a delicacy. The other specimen of human prey grimaced at the sight, but they were glad it wasn't them.

I released my hands, saying with an ever- so- cheeky smile, "Now, before you get some of our blood ripped out, is there anything you would like to say?"

The boy looked back up at me, with one last, strong look of defiance, and said, "Go to hell."

My face turned into a wicked sneer, and now all of a sudden, I pounced on his, fangs in action, ripping out the poor sod's throat. The boy's eyes widened to the size of golf balls, and then his head slumped over, dead.

Now the usual transformation process. It normally starts from the bottom up, first feet, then legs, then genitalia- and yes, we are capable of changing genitalia, so we can switch into women too, though it is non- viable- then the torso area, then the arms, then the head and hair, and finally, any clothing. Suffice it to say, it was mostly a seamless transition. The boy had a size, shape, and build roughly close to Solomon, so the only real noteworthy change was my new hairstyle and clothing.

Upon noticing the fallen boy, I mock gasped, and said, "Oh dear me, I killed him off, didn't I? Serves him right for turning the other cheek with me. Hmph. Anywhom, does anyone happen to know whom I could call to sign up for an audition to become an XWF Superstar?"

Slowly, with a look of sheer terror on his face, a man slowly raised his hand. That familiar, sinister grin slowly settled on Un's face.

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Omni Scottsdale Resort & Spa
4:30 P.M.

Point of View- Maverick

"So now, Mister Solomon- er, I can call you Mister Solomon, no?"

The first question to pop up in what will likely be a mountain of questions in my interview with one Steven Sayors. The resort had graciously lent us a room so we could proceed with the interview. This wouldn't be long, Steven had told me a fifteen minute, sit- down interview, as a way to promote the X-treme title match, the main event for Gold Rush, the title for this week's Madfare.

"Trust me Steven, I could care less what you call me. Be it Maverick, or Joshua, or Mister Solomon, I won't raise an objection."

"Er, yes. As I'm sure you well know by now, you were eliminated in Tag Team Tenacity through the efforts of the Kings, Theo Pryce and John Samuels. What are your thoughts on that?"

"Well, Steven, I was the last one eliminated, yes. I've heard rumors circulating that I performed the third best at Tag Team Tenacity, only next to the Kings, and to be honest, I'm inclined to agree. I busted my ass of, only to fall to those two. Now, there were a mountain of things wrong right from the get- go, from the fact that I haven't stepped into the ring since October, in War Games, to the fact that I have had an uncooperative partner in Duncan B. Deadly. But, am I man enough to admit to admit that I lost to those two? Yeah. They were already a well- oiled machine heading into this, working out any kinks from those Trios title matches, so I doubt the atmosphere of Tag Team Tenacity would be much different to them. My hat is off to them."

"Ah, you had mentioned Duncan B. Deadly, which brings me to my next question. Duncan apparently has claimed that your team has lost, well... because of you. Naturally, I assume this doesn't sit right with you?"

"Sharp, ain't ya? Yeah, that doesn't sit with me at all. Duncan wants to be a pansy and throw a temper tantrum at me, then that's fine. I am more than willing to stand my ground. He's going to spill so much of my blood I'm not going to be able to open my eyes and see his 'truth?' Well, considering I've had pints of my blood ejected into Un's body for his little masquerade party, I doubt that. He's claiming he won't be the joke? He's already proven it in my eyes. I mean, that guy sounds like he's the illegitimate brother of Luke Kage. Yeah, remember that guy? Dude who called himself a dipshit? Yeah, well, Duncan has already proven the family ties. Dumbass says that he had to bandage and staple a wound he got during the tables match when all the idiot need to do was go see the medical staff. If Duncan is placing all of his new- found rage towards me over a gash in his shoulder, than that dude should just look for another career choice. I mean, Mick Manson caused Un to tear his rotator cuff, but did he go swearing vengeance upon Manson? Hell goddamn no. Probably because he was too focused on making my career hell, but I assume you see the point."

"Speaking of your clone, TJ Wallace has also said some words regarding you and your clone. Your thoughts on that?"

"All that idiot proved to me was that he automatically lost from the first word he uttered in that utter cum- stain of a promo he's sporting. He has no chance in this match. Zero. Zilch. Nada. He says I lost when I was apparently caught sucking Shane's dick so he could air the last part of my Shove- It. First of all, the dick part. That is wrong on so many levels I can't even begin to describe it. I mean, didn't Johnny Heartsford- TJ's own partner- not want to have sex with Frodo the second time because he 'knew' Shane was recording them having sex and was prepared to upload it."

"Erm, Mister Solomon, how did you know they had sex? Aren't you str-"

"Caught my girl watching them go at it before Johnny stopped it, moving along. Next, the Shove- It part. Wallace is proving why he's a dumbass, saying it was shitty, even though I doubt the others would agree it's shitty, as they signed up for the shit in the first place! Why sign yourself up for something if it's going to be shit? They couldn't've taken pity on me, remember? Gator and Frodo hate my fucking guts, so they wouldn't exactly be the type o waltz in and grant me pity by signing up. Next the clone part. He says apparently I conjured up the clone to explain why I lose, even though it's been proven on live fucking TV I have an actual clone who's out to get me, as we have both been seen on the same time on TV, and he Sparta- kicked me once, falling through a window, down five stories, nearly having me get killed. What an ignorant scrub. And then the picture. What the actual goddamn fuck? That's like letting a four year old sit at the computer with a picture of me on there, and just letting him go ham on it. Fucking seriously? He claims I shit on belts, even though on X-Pac's promo, it's confirmed that he shit in a Wendy's cup so he can get me with that. After that, he says nothing worthwhile as he's just choking out grade school insults by this point. From the looks of things, I'd say it looks more like TJ is taking it up the ass from Shane here, but he didn't leak it, so maybe he's taking it up the ass from Vinnie or one of his generic fat followers or whatever. Dude actually did a smart move, getting rid of Jet Frost. Though, he immediately muddled it up by rying to play the role of team badass with his Maverick- wannabe of a partner. Dude could have played things smart, and save himself for Gold Rush, but instead, he charges head- on like a moron, and goes through a table because of it."

"Mister Solomon, it also seems you have two other opponens in this huge match. Can you share with us your thoughts on the first opponent you will be facing, Ferrari Punk?"

I took a quick glance at the clock before answering this. Seven minutes to go.

"Ferrari Punk? What the fuck about him? Dude can't beat Frodo in a handicap match, where is best insult to Frodo is, 'Lil Froyo.' Seems as though he's accepting his fate, and is willing to bend over in this match so he can get ass- fucked by TJ or some shit like that. I'm not gonna waste my breath with this mistake of life."

"That seems fair enough. Now, Mister Solomon, you do have one other opponent left, that being Doctor D'Ville. Your thoughts on him?"

"Y'know, Steven, I find his extremely ironic. In the last match I wrestled- besides Tag Team Tenacity- I was teaming with this guy at War Games, where we came up on the taller end of the stick, albeit in a tainted victory. I was supposed to face him at the Spooky Shove- It, though that chance was robbed of me by Un. Now, I get to face him for the X-treme Championship, the same championship I received when I burst on the scene here. Doc, I have nothing but the utmost respect for you. I've already said it before, that I do admire your ways of business. I do appreciate that you stuck with my naive self when I came to the XWF, and that you always did believe in me. And I do appreciate that you've kept the belt warm for me, but I'm afraid your road stops here. If you want to keep going on road trips with your Butt Buddy Trevor, that's fine by me, but all I ask is that you don't consider me a nobody. I will look forward to engage you in the match I hoped to acquire previously."

"I see. Thank you for your time here, Mister Solomon. Is there anything you would like to say before we leave?"

I took one good, hard look a the camera, my eyes telling the entire story- I'm back, and I'm going to be better than ever. I walked out of the room, knowing my dignity was intact.

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"Uh... hello?"

"Yes, is this the phone number I should call about talent scouting for the XWF? I'd like to sign up for an audition."

"O- Oh, that's great! And what will your stage name be?"

"Oh, just call me-"

The camera cuts to Un, in his new form, with a phone in his ear, his eyes glowing an unnatural hue.

"Un."

The camera fades to black.