Some times in life, we wonder, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED THEIR! Jesus fucking Christ Dean moved on to the second round? Who the fuck was the referee? I got it, its because it was Dean’s show. ITS RIGGED I SAY! 

God just give it up already. 

No I wont give up, I refuse to believe that Dean is a good wrestler. That would kill me. 

Kill what? You’re a fucking thing that talks to take up space. 

You know what, shut up. I am so not in the mood for your bullshit right now. Cockbite. Ok so here is the deal. Dean is back for the second round, his partner is the walking mistake of a porno flick who goes by Triple X, also know as Damion Xavier for the stupid people out there. And they fight the team of Dj Loser and the “Suckness” Sean Lane. 

You mean Dj Shocka and the “Sweetness” Sean Lane 

Ugh, shut it. Any way, and look at that its on Inferno. What a shock there. I bet my life that Dean will win.

What fucking life? YOU ARE A THING!

You know if I could kill you I would. Bitch, so tired of you, alright, so here is the thing, we got xXx, the mistaken porno flick man and Dean, taking on a rookie and a person that can not see that he sucks, God who the fuck comes up with this shit.

The writer’s maybe?

Ugh, Shut it. Lets get on with this thing before I end up killing you. 

Loud noises are herd through the halls of this place, where every day is a busy as the day before. Some times people are walking calmly down the halls, then others who fear that there is little to no time rush through every thing to get things done. Some times that can’t be helped. But there is always time for things to get done, something that a cretin someone is learning. 

Gee I wonder who…. Heh. 

Papers are on the floor in this office. On the desk, a stack of papers that would drive most people mad. We move into the room and over in the corner, is a man, just sitting there like he is a sleep or something. We move in closer, and its Erik Dean. 

I KNEW IT! 

Dean looks tired, almost like he always does, for this week he has been busy with work in SFT. Also going to the hospital to check up on his girlfriend, along with training to stay in shape for the lottery, but today he has been stuck in SFT HQ working on projects for The upcoming PPV along with Inferno, and making sure that every thing is in order. Some may say that Dean has a bigger job then both the owners. 

I will agree with that. 

But one man can only do so much, and with his girl still being out in a coma, Dean is starting to lose hope that she will wake up. So he is angry inside. And this week on Inferno, he will fight the man that put Jamie in the hospital, Sean Lane himself. 

But as President he cant let his feelings take control, he has to restrain himself, but I don’t even think Dean will have it in him to hold himself back from Lane. Now Dean lifts his head up and looks out into the sky. He then begins to speak words, we can’t hear that at first, but now we can… 

Erik Dean: Life isn’t fair sometimes. Every one can tell you, what has happened to them, what they can or can’t do, and to us, it just isn’t fair. 

Because I am President, I have to hold my self back from destroying any one to badly, but I don’t think I will have it in me to hold my self back. 

Not really a good thing for you and your jobber of a partner now is it Lane? You must still think of me as the man I once was, because from watching your promo, it seems that you don’t really know who I am right now. You all still think of me as the jobber who screwed up. Sorry you bunch of bastards but I am not that person. 

I have taken the world. Hell I fucking own the world. I own all of you; I ride on top the world and look down at all of you. The people who cross me get dealt with; people who stand in my way will and always fall. You have no idea right now on how badly I would beat you down Lane. 

Shit he’s pissed. 

I mean, Walsh talked shit, I beat him down and made sure that he knew who I was now, and I shut him up. Sparks, he will be shut up at the PPV, and you Lane, you will also be shut up when I drop that IC title that you don’t deserve across your unconscious ass. Then your little partner will be taken to the hospital and be given a place in the critical area. Hell I might even just make a spot for you there. 

You have no I-fucking-dea what I will do to you Lame… oh I am sorry Sean Lame, there I go again, I mean Lane. My mind just isn’t what it used to be any more, seems I am a little crazy right now. 

Oh boo fucking hoo your partners have always sucked, if you’re as great as you say you are, you shouldn’t need a partner to carry your ass to the next round. Well wait I guess you do, I mean, with out Walsh, you wouldn’t have made it to the second round, I guess you really do suck that badly. 

What are you upset at my words, didn’t think I was such an asshole? Well I am, you made me this way, you should be happy, you created another asshole. Here’s an award for ya, I am giving you to you because, well, I feel bad that you will be knocked out of yet another lottery tournament because you suck. You suck as much as your whore of a girlfriend does. 

That can be taken two ways if, and the sick way is what I am aiming for. Just thought I would say something for the stupid people out there. I don’t think Lane would have gotten that little joke if I didn’t say something. 

Dean then starts to laugh. Dean then gets up off the floor and goes back to his desk and sits in his chair, he then leans back and puts his feet up. 

Sorry Lane, your not going to walk into the next round of the lottery, one because I wont let you, and two, after I am done with you, you wont be aloud to leave the hospital. Simple as that. 

We then fade away. 

Go Dean, its your birthday, YEA!

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