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DeathMerchant · (08-11-2013)

He could feel the electricity in the air as he walked down the street. The heat of the day had everyone in a foul mood and he was no exception. Everywhere he looked he could see others on the verge of exploding, Just one wrong word from tearing someone to pieces. He understood the feeling well. That was just a regular day around the XWF. No one was safe at any time. This was Guerrilla Warfare and the battle lines were drawn. The body count was about to begin.

He made his way off the main drag. Down to where the streets weren't in as good of shape. Where there was a bar on every corner with a church right across the street. A place where those who aren't quite as fortunate as the rest reside. Trash littered the sidewalks where little kids in shabby clothes built sand castles out of dirt. A little girl of about ten with shiny red hair and a dirt smudged face looked up at him wit the saddest puppy dog blue eyes he had ever seen. He felt a tugging at his heart as he reached his hand inside his pocket and pulled out a Twenty Dollar Bill and some Ones he had on him and handed it to the girl. She looked up at him again and smiled as she ran up the sidewalk to her house and went in the front door.

He didn't mind helping out those less fortunate than him. He wasn't all a bad guy. He couldn't understand why the others misunderstood him the way they did. Sure, He could be the baddest SOB you ever saw. He could make Stone Cold look like a damn fruitcake if he wanted to be that way. Inside that ring it was anything goes. Outside, He was just as fair as everyone else. You treat him right and he will show the same respect. You cross him and the Death Merchant would be your worst nightmare.

He got so caught up in his thoughts he didn't pay attention to what he was doing and walked right into the middle of a gang fight. He could see each of them wearing their colors and striking out with whatever weapon they could get their hands on. It was a fight to the end where the last ones standing would be victorious. They didn't worry about the cops because by the time they arrived it would all be over. Knives flashed in the sunlight and blood began to flow. The group in the Blue and Black jackets began to gain the upper hand over the red and black. Those remaining in the red and black quickly began to flee the area while the others began to cheer with delight and congratulating each other on their victory. Death Merchant applauded them and continued walking.

He found himself in the poorest part of town. Down under the south bridge where the lowest of the low call their home. You see them in their homes made out of cardboard boxes. The empty bottles of wine littering the area. These are the ones the rest of the world passed right by. They are the one who had given up and cared about nothing but their next drink. Death Merchant watched as two of them began arguing over the last sip left in a bottle of ripple. The larger of the two cried out in horror as the smaller guy brandished a piece of glass with tape wrapped around the end and plunged it into the big man's gut. The smaller man drank the ripple and walked to the other side of the bridge and sat down like nothing happened.

Suddenly he found himself on the outskirts of town where the local television station was located. Matt Ward and Night Rider were with him. Death Merchant made his way inside the building. A secretary sitting at a desk asked him if she could help him.

Death Merchant
Yeah, You can help me by standing your @$$ up and taking me to where they are filming the news. NOW!

Death Merchant grabbed her and pushed her towards a door on the other side of the room and they followed her through it. There was a man sitting at a control desk and the studio was through a glass door. Death Merchant and company forced their way through and walked up to the anchorman and tossed him aside.

Death Merchant
This news segment has just been interrupted so that we may bring you this special report from the Angels of Death.

Matt Ward
You might say this program has just been hijacked by the AoD. We have a little something we want to say so you had all better listen close.

Death Merchant
Some people just don't get it. I don't know if they were born that damn dumb or if it took them a while to achieve such a level of stupidity that it amazes even me! I'm talking about Jordan Caliban and LJ Havok. Those two make Gracie Allen look like Einstein!

Matt Ward
Yeah, Did you see Havok trying to be hard? The guy thinks he can intimidate someone with that tough act of his.

Death Merchant
That's one thing they do have in common. Both try to act tough but we all know they are nothing but a couple of pu$$ies when the going gets rough! The Angels of Death are going to make an example out of Calibum and Havokless. We are going to knock some sense into those empty skulls.

Matt Ward
I saw Calibum talking about how dangerous he thinks he is. I can see the fear in his eyes even as he's saying that. He knows that his Pit bull Mouth has bitten off more than his Poodle @$$ can handle! He's going to find out what being dangerous is all about.

Death Merchant
When we get those two in our clutches there will be no escape. They are going to feel the flames of hell reaching out for their skin as their bodies are crashing through a table of flames! It sucks to be them. Not only do they lose the match but they get embarrassed in front of everyone. Their little charade is over and it's time to put up or shut the hell up!

Matt Ward
Calibum has been walking around here talking nothing but trash from day one and it's time it was exposed for the garbage it really is! I can't wait to set the demon loose on him!

Death Merchant
The XWF kind of reminds me of some of the streets I walked through earlier. It's all about survival of the fittest! Those two are about as fit as pee wee Herman and just as goofy! When they realize their future in wrestling is a questionable one they could always start their own show. Comedy may be the one thing their good at, It sure isn't wrestling!

Night Rider motioned for them to leave as sirens could be heard in the distance. They ran out the doors and around the back towards a corn field just beyond the rear parking lot. They were about halfway through when they found themselves surrounded by a bunch of kids carrying pitchforks and torches. They walked right past them talking about 'He who walks behind the rolls as the scene fades to black.

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