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Clean Lucena · **04-08-2014, 02:47 PM**

- an images appears. It show Cheat looking upside down in the couch, wearing a "This is my last clean t-shirt" shirt, meanwhile Biographer is looking at him, looking worried. Then, it precced a conversation -

The Biographer: C'mon Cheat. You have another match this wednesday. I know you lose your title, but you can overcome this. Didn't you see Daniel Bryan at the competence the other day? He had all the company bosses against him, you just lose your title once and you get depressed. C'mon, it's not the end of the world. You can show everyone how you CHEAT by destroying Spike Hannigan and Colt Griffin groins this Wednesday at Warfare by a low blow.

Cheat Lucena: Eh... I... the US strap... Enigma... Radio... NWO... well... nah. Swagmire Swaggins. Pin.

The Biographer: Cheat, I know you lost your title, but you don't even got pinned by nobody. You just get pinned by yourself, don't you realize what that means? You're unbreakable! unstopable! You destroy Swagmire and Mandii most intimate parts. And you eliminate the black racist against black fuckers! don't you see me? I'm using your jargon. C'mon cheatie, SId Feder would laugh on you if he see you like this. And fuck, that biography isn't going to write itself. And things got worst when I see you now! What do you want me to write? Cheat lost the United States title and he get depressed as last chapter? C'mon boy.

Cheat Lucena: I... lost, Bio. Life's have no sense. I know, I still the Cheating Juggernaut. The Worst in the World. But today's I'm depress. I know I was not that bad just the moments after that match, put Mandi's low lips inside her give me some adrenalin. But it was just a moment. Now I'm depress. Yes, I'm that good cheating... but where that bring me? Here, to this couch, sad and without the title on my shoulder...

The Biographer: Oh, c'mon, Cheat, not again. Always when you lose a match or something, you get depress, you have some kind of delusion with your cheating lifestyle, then something strange happen and you back again to the old days. Don't you realise your act like an unmature child? Besides those strange things that happened last time you got sad were get assaulted by a group of mexicans drug dealers and you got electrocuted. Next time something bad could happen to me and I don't want that to happen so get up and face the problems like a man.

Cheat Lucena: It's not a maturity thing Bio. Please pal, don't push me. I just want to be alone with myself and the pillow for a while.

The Biographer: ... C'mon. Don't Call it a Win If It's Clean.

Cheat Lucena: My entire life on a phrase. Hahaha... isn't funny? First time I make an attempt of clean pin, I got eliminated by... myself. The black guy could not break the pin but I fuck myself. Wow. It was not my style but my inner good guy wanted to make a clean pin attempt... too bad.

The Biographer: Don't you realize it? Cheat... Don't Call it a win if it's clean. There's your message. It's the first time you try a clean pinfall attempt... and you got eliminate by yourself.

Cheat Lucena: I feel you. I know. I'm my biggest enemy. My craving to be loved, and I know where it heads me. To my personal disaster. Nobody in the cage could not touch me but I choose the wrong way on my life standards and that heads me to the lose. But I'm sorry to tell you you're not Kim Jong or Gadafi. You could not make me gets happy anyway. Please, Bio, I mock you in that David Letterman show. You should be more than angry or asking for your release, I appreciate that you're encouraging me, but there is no possible way you can understand me, that you understand the feelings of a hurt person that has totally betray my principles in order to lose everything in the action. I'm not asking you to be such an evil person, in fact you're just some kind of helping antagonist for my promos and you make it to the perfection being a reasonable, cold minded, not passionate, cautios person. You're perfect to help me doing my work, you're perfect to write my fucking biography because you know to write (not pretty dificult thing), and you're force to help me because I pay you to make you interfere on my matches. But I can't get an emotional support for you. My twin soul would be someone like Kim Jong, like Gadafi, or Sid Feder. Someone that really can help me with this. But not you, I'm sorry to tell you. I'm very thankful to you because you're trying it so hard saying something as much hated by you as "Don't Call It a Win If it's clean". But it's enough. Maybe you could help me to distract the ref at the next match against Hannigan and Griffin, maybe I can have some fun in the moment kicking the people's groin, destroying the fuck out of them, making them getting blind with tons of Eye-Pokes, hitting the Spanish Rogue like an asshole, transitioning those Eye-Pokes. But I know, that inside yourself, you're not enjoying that moment, you're not happy, it's against your lifestyle and I can't ask you to change it.

The Biographer: Common, Cheat, I like it. Inside myself I like it.

- Cheat looks at him, but then he turn his face to the pillow. Biographer sights, like looking really annelated seing that his friend don't get in a good mood. He looks at him for a sec, looks thoughful, and gets up. He takes his mobile phone, put a song, and Bio started to sing -

the american

- Cheat looks at Biographer, pretty shocked. Silent in the ambient for a moment. Cheat's eyes are pretty open, like stranged -

Cheat Lucena: Is that guy you?

- Bio sights again -

The Biographer: I... well. I was a very freaky singer once. That was one of my singles. I really feel embarrased by my past. That's why I'm trying to clean my life of stupidities. Long time ago I was like you in the "stupid" part, not the dirty one. I never expect to show you this... at first it was just a business relation. But I don't know... you show me that this life is not that bad, you were champion for a time and the time you lost it it was because your fault. Maybe I never would be a cheater or something like that, but I'm really enjoying interfering in your matches... give you some weapons meanwhile refs are not aware of it. Yes, at first I hate it... but you helped me to kidnap Gerard Depardieu, and you kick Paul Shafer guts... those little details have show me that you care a little about me... and the only way to give back this it's not only write the biography... it's helps you. And if you, this time, you need my help, I would not mind to give it to you. It's just that... pal.

- Cheat still looks shocked. Bio smiles, gets close to him, like looking for a hug. But just in the moment that their bodies can touch each other... Cheat push him and start to laugh like an asshole -

Cheat Lucena: HAHAHAHAHA! You were a fucking freaky singer? HAHAHAHAHA you totally made my day. And what's that exactly... spanglish? you totally suck, playa. You suck as a singer. HAHAHA. You totally made my day. Comon, let's go to Taco Bell to eat something and let's trace a plan for the triple threat meanwhile.

- Bio looks upset, meanwhile Cheat gets up and moved from the image. Then, the cam focus on Bio's sad face looking where Cheat leaves the place. He looks like "he never takes me seriously". And then the image turns black -

end of the promo

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