_-Caution| ladies and gentlemen, you're about to enter the world of one Arias VanPeirce. Easily offended? Fuck off, before I traumatize you for life. If blood, violence, gore, stupid humor,religious jokes, sexist jokes, and a whole lot of fucking sound a little too outrageous for your tastes, then grab your purse, adjust your skirt and get the fuck out of my sight. It’s just after midnight. Arias sits alone in an interrogation room. He rests his cuffed arms on the table staring directly into the dark glass window in front of him. He smirks, glancing at a camera that is set up across the room. He looks over his shoulder as the door to the room swings open. In walk two officers. One very clean cut, friendly smile. He is holding a large manila folder. The other man is a bit older and looks like he means business. Classic good cop, bad cop routine. Arias stifles his laughter, spotting their plan from a mile away. Arias stands extends his hand to the older officer who just stares down at it and scoffs. With a shrug Arias moves his hand over towards the other officer who greets it with a shake. The younger officer smiles, “I’m Detective Powell,” he motions towards the older gentleman, “and this is my partner Detective Waters. Please have a seat.” Arias nods and does just that. The two detectives walk around the table. Detective Powell takes the only seat and sets the folder down on the table as Detective Waters stands by the camera. Powell glances back at Waters and nods. Detective Waters presses the ‘record’ button then takes a few steps towards the table. Detective Powell flips the folder open, glancing up at Arias, “Just to have it on record, you have waived your right to an attorney.” “Yes, I don’t have a need for one,” Arias replies with a nod. Powell grins, “Alright let’s start with this: what is your name?” “Arias Van Peirce,” he replies, trying not to laugh. “And where were you born?” Rolling his eyes, AVP answers, “Thunder Bay, Ontario .” Before the officer can ask another question Arias interrupts, “can we just get on with this? I’m a busy man.” The two officers glance at one another, a bit agitated by Arias’s response. Detective Waters places his hands on the table, leaning in towards Arias’s face. “Don‘t get smart with us boy.” “You have about thirty seconds to get the fuck out of my face.” “Or what?” Arias just smirks and leans back in his chair. Detective waters backs up a few steps and crosses his arms glaring at Arias. Arias scoffs and looks at Powell. “Continue.” “Right, well, given you history over the last couple of weeks and the murders with you initials beside the body, you understand why we are taking you into questioning.” “Yeah yeah yeah, get on with it, why the hell am I here this time.” Waters steps forward again and arias smirks at him. “Hey big fella calm the fuck down.” “We know what you did Arias.” “Oh and what’s that?” Powell pushes a picture in front of Arias of this niece and nephew, with their mother Jamie standing with them.“This is your sister in law right?” “Yeah, I would notice that cock sucking whore anywhere.” “Watch your tongue?” “Eat shit.” Powell sighs and looks Arias in the face. “Tell us about the assault on the police officer that brought you in. Why did you hit him?” “I have my reasons, and they are none of your concern.” Waters chuckles, “getting a bit defensive are you? That normally means a guilty conscience right there.” Arias sneers, “and you can go fuck yourself. Shouldn’t you be in a home wearing white shoes and tropical shirts? You’ve got to be pushing ninety.” “Okay okay. Enough you two.” Powell sighs before continuing in a condescending tone, “now Arias… If we were to go search that apartment would we find anything that might link you to Jamie’s disappearance.” Arias raises an eyebrow before scoffing, a bit offended, “excuse me? What are you insinuating, asshole?” “Nothing Arias, just asking.” “Well no you wouldn‘t. Can‘t you see that this guy or girl or who ever the fuck is doing this shit to me is fucking with you too.” “cut the bullshit and tell the truth. You‘re doing this for publicity right?” “Oh yes,” Arias scoffed. “That’s what I want people to think, that I killed my brother and that I‘m a murder. Get real fuck face. Take these fucking things off of me I‘m going.” “Well, we can‘t hold you having no evidence holding you. But we will be in touch.” The scene fade out as they un-cuff Arias. Match talk Well look at what we got going on here. Its getting close to that time and well, everyone starts opening there mouths just to try to get under the skin of their opponents before the match. Funny thing is I have been getting under their skin the entire fucking time. See that’s what I don’t get about the people in this federation, they sit back, get verbally bitch slapped then in the last grasp at hope attempt to take up the last bit of promo time there is to make themselves feel better. Guess what, you failed. See that’s the great thing about me, I can always make myself know and have my face on the Tv when ever and where ever I want. Its great being a star in this business. I mean I am the face of this industry and I will be the next Intercontinental champion of the VFW and the winner of the middle weight battle, plus the first man to sleep with alexia and not get herpes. Alexia is a funny one. She makes me smile every time she opens her mouth. Yeah go ahead and take that any way you want I don’t care. I mean really alexia, “He might as well be in the floor at a day care rolling around with children.” *sigh* Kill yourself. Now. Just when I think you can't get any dumber, you go and do something like that... But unlike Do or Die, there is no redemption for you. Keep flapping your cocksuckers you hideous wench, the things you say amuse me to no end. Now I bet your going to run to daddy and tell him how much of a mean, arrogant, asshole good old AVP is being right? Good bring him in to the match too. Lets make it a family affair… oh kinda how you where conceived eh? Now you gonna pop off at the mouth about me because Canadian and say thing the word eh of something right? You’re so god damn predictable. Worthless and pathetic, two words that describe you to a tee hun. Now for Scott Carr’s number one fan. Johnny Aggression, nice to see you, you fucking tool. Ass V. Piss really you sound like a six year old. Wait, scratch that a six year old has better material then you for Christ sakes. I feel like I am surrounded by idiots. For fuck sakes do we really have to go through this again. You are a fucking joke you cock knocking loser. You sit back and tell me I remind you of Scott Carr and then you go on running your mouth about absolutely fuck all. Then you go on talking about how you where embarrassed for me, and how you would have my back in the locker room and all this other bull shit. Then he said the line that made me almost piss my pant. You really for it guys. “Anything I say or do. I will always be better then you.” Really dude, shut the fuck up. Monkeys at the zoo have more talent then you. Now onto everyone’s favourite punching bag. Do or Die, I will admit it to you and to you alone. You might have a chance in this match. I mean hell you have been running your mouth just as much as I have and you even managed to but a few sentence together against me. I know that its scary being new here and all but here’s the thing bud. You can talk all the shit you want about me, you can talk all the shit you want about anyone in this entire fucking world. Though, you fucked up and there for you fucked yourself over in this entire fucking match. I was simply testing you to see if you had the balls to stand up for yourself and you proved that you do. Good job bud I’m proud. Now hearing this you must think that you did something great, something god. Something that got under my skin right? Wrong. You can talk shit about my situation with my brother all you want, but you will suffer the consequences I will fucking kill you. I will rip out your throat and shit down your next you cum guzzling thunder cunt. Don’t think I’m afraid to do you, I’ll kick your fucking head right off your shoulder. Now lets see, of right the only other person that seems like they might just put up a fight is everyone’s favourite weed. I’m half tempted to bring a thing for round up to the ring to get rid of you. But really maybe I just need to pluck you once and for all. I mean alexia is no problem, do or die is going to die. Matt is a joke and well I got you on the brain and maybe the silent killer that would sneak up behind me and quickly eliminate me. Not that I would ever let that happen but you seem like the type to try a sneaky move like that. Guess its true if you keep something in the dark for long enough they start acting like the dark it’s self. You I still don’t understand completely, to that I would ever want to you complex weird puppet thing, but really I don’t get you. Fuck it, it doesn’t matter if I understand you or not. Emo kid you have a target on you and I know that emos all secretly and not so secretly want to die so just let me kill you and end everyone’s suffering. Please, or at least do it yourself cause god damn I don’t know if I could stand being in the same ring with you for more the a couple of minutes cause you fucking stink. I walked my your locker room the other day and hurled because of the smell. Then again, I guess dandelions do grow in cow shit. Matt Arcara is next but really I don’t need to talk about him. Matt is a has been. He was great at one time but now all he is, is a stepping stone in this match, a filler so to speak. No he isn’t going to win and we all know that. No he isn’t going to be a factor, and no I do not fear him or anyone in this match. Matt is not even worthy enough to stand in the same ring as me but for some reason get gets a shot at it this week. So matt in closing all I have to say is. I hope the rafters look too to you cause AVP is going to eliminate your ass within the first two minutes off the match. Cause I’m AVP And I’m Sweeter then extacy »Back