“Nice timing.” Jalie told him, grinning.

Seth placed her back on her feet and took the streamer from her. He reached up and finished the taping as she leaned one hip against the table, watching him.

“So... Did you decide on a costume yet?” she asked.

“Dunno. I’m leaning toward the Wolfman. I was considering the whole vampire thing again but I figured since I did that last year...”

He turned around and took in the room’s decor. The entire dining room had been turned into a sadistic looking dungeon... A few items from the basement had even been brought up. Tables were lined up against one wall, featuring an assortment of disgusting looking appetizers. Knowing Jalie, Seth couldn’t be sure if they were fake or actually consisted of blood and guts. He finally wrenched his gaze from the blood-red punch, shivering.

“And you? What are you dressing as?” he asked.

“Something traditional... Whatever i’m comfortable in.” She said with a smirk. “Did you ever get a hold of those people?”

“Yeah...” Seth said with a sigh. “He just asked me for a few details. And for a few names if i could remember any. I told him I couldn’t remember much. I just didn’t want to.”

“Don’t let it bother you, babe. We have a big night tonight.” She said while running her hands along his hips. “Now, i’m gonna go start getting ready. People are gonna get here soon.” She leaned up to kiss his cheek before skipping off upstairs. The front door was heard opening and moments later Hobo Nick poked his head inside.

“Jay’s insisting that we come out and look at his costume. He’s pretty excited about it.”

Seth followed Nick outside, where Jay Dumas was seen running in circles in the front yard. He was dressed as a very detailed clown... Nose and all. Seth frowned, looking suddenly worried.

“What...?” Nick asked.

“Nothing... I just don’t think Jalie is gonna be too pleased.” Seth explained.

“That’s the point...” Nick said while rubbing his hands together, grinning.

The scene went back into the house. Jalie was seen in the kitchen, dressed in a black satin robe and digging through the fridge. She took out a bottle of Yukon Jack and took a sip, before placing a post-it on it that read ‘Touch and Die’. She placed it back in the fridge and closed it, heading back upstairs to finish getting dressed.

.Dos.

The entire house was humming with the bass of Type O Negative’s Black #1. Outside, there were already several people passed out on the lawn. Mostly Jalie’s family members. Plastic cups were littered all over the yard, as well as the occasional guy puking in a bush. Inside the house Brandi James-Walsh was spotted by the tables in the dining room, dressed as Catwoman. Cody walked up behind her, pulling her hand back as she went to fill her cup with the red punch.

“Don’t... Trust me. It’s not what you think it is. Try the green stuff.. It’s actually only Mountain Dew. The whole fucking table is like a guessing game from Fear Factor.” Cody told her.

“Thanks” she said, turning to look at him. She seemed a little disappointed seeing him in a Batman costume.

“What...?” Cody asked, confused. Another figure wearing a Batman costume walked up behind Brandi and placed an arm around her side.

“Hi honey...” she uttered, looking up at him.

“What...?” he asked. He looked up and saw Cody standing there, then began to understand.

“You stole my idea!” The two caped crusaders shouted.

“I’m dressed as Catwoman, so it looks like you’re the one who should change...” Brandi stated.

“Nuh uh!” Cody snapped. He reached over and pulled another Catwoman into the scene.

“It was our idea!” Cody said, putting the attention on who was assumed to be Carmen.

“Well, we’ll just see who the better Batman and Catwoman are! Come on, honey.” Brandi says, grabbing onto Josh’s arm and walking away.

“You forgot your drink, Brandi...” Cody bellowed. He reached past Brandi’s cup and grabbed a different one, holding it up. Unaware, she snatched it from him and stormed off.

“Heh, that wasn’t Mountain Dew...” Cody muttered to himself, snickering.

In the living room, we came across Jalie, who was now dressed as a wicked looking devil woman. Seth appeared behind her, his face somewhat disguised by werewolf makeup. He tapped her on the shoulder and she turned to face him.

“Hey babe. Where’s your costume?” he asked, grinning. Jalie smirked.

“I told you it’d be something I was comfortable in. Where’s Jay? I would have thought he’d be all over this shit... The free food and all.” she said, glancing toward the table full of random ingredients. Seth figured they were meant for serious intestinal torture. Which would explain her disappointment at the fact that Jay hadn’t been all over them. The doorbell rang, barely audible over the music. Jalie walked over and threw the door open to reveal Jimmy Stryker, dressed as an Oompa Loompa. Jalie chuckled.

“Halloween ain’t ‘til manana. Aren’t you a little early for trick or treating?” she asked.

Stryker glared at her.

“I’m here for the party, bimbo. Where’s the ladies? I was told Brandi was gonna be here...”

Jalie stared at him in amusement. She reached forward, ruffling up his green hair and snickering.

“So cute... And so silly. Boys?” Jalie called. Seth and Cody stepped up as Stryker took a step back off the porch.

“Aw come on, guys... I don’t have anywhere else to go!” Stryker whimpered.

Seth and Cody stepped outside, each grabbing one of his arms. They dragged him to the trash can and tossed him in, closing the lid on top of him.

“Now... If you so much as move one finger out of this can before daybreak, i’ll let Jalie give you a first-hand look at the basement. Understood?” Seth looked at the can, as if it would speak to him. A faint ‘yes, sir’ is heard from the inside. Seth and Cody headed back inside as our scene moved to inside the kitchen. Jalie stood with the fridge door open, looking inside with an expression of horror.

“Who the FUCK took my liquor?!” she demanded, glancing around the crowded kitchen. No one looked up, let alone admitted to it. She stormed out of the kitchen to look around the living room. No one was holding a bottle of Yukon.

“I’ll get to the bottom of this... And whoever drank it... Is gonna have some serious hell to pay.” she said, storming upstairs. The cameras moved once more back inside the dining room, which seemed to be the main area of the party. Hobo Nick, dressed up as what one could guess is an insurance salesman, rolled in a rather large tub from the living room.

“Hey, bobbing for apples!” A random guest shouted. He walked over and dunked his head in the tub, emerging moments later. “There’s no apples in there!” he complained.

“That’s because there’s no apples in it.” Nick replied.

“Why not?” The guest inquired, looking confused.

“Because this is a tub full of beer and piss, hence the smell. The bobbing for apples tub is in the living room.” Nicks said with a sick smile. The guest looked horrified and ran upstairs for the bathroom. Nick made his way out to the backyard with the tub whistling to himself. Jalie walked into the dining room with a notepad and a pen. She approached a “suspect“.

“Where were you on the morning of October thirtieth between the hours of twelve and one thirty?” She ordered with a raised eyebrow.

“Here.” Replied Seth, looking somewhat amused.

“Your smart ass attitude is not going to help you. Now please, answer the question.” Jalie told him.

“Of course, officer. But, may I ask what this is about? He said with a sly tone.

“Between those hours Mrs. Thomas’ bottle of Yukon Jack went missing. It’s my duty to find it before she goes off the deep end.” Jalie replied.

“I think your a little late.” Seth said without missing a beat. Jalie, who wasn’t amused, pushed him against the wall and begins searching him.

“It’s you punk kids that give all the trouble.” Jalie spouted. As she knelt down, the empty bottle of liquor fell out of her costume. She picked it up and inspected it.

“Ain’t that a bitch.” Jalie blurted. She tosses the bottle in the middle of the floor and goes walking into the living room where she finally saw Jay. She stopped in her tracks and looked terrified.

“Look Lielee, I’m a clown!” Jay said as he jumped up and down proudly. And a split second Jalie went from being terrified to furious.

“I am going to murder you.” Jalie said with no emotion. Jay now looked terrified. Jalie began to chase to Jay all around the living room, knocking over people and furniture. Jay darted for the hall.

“Quick! In here!” Seth said with a sense of urgency. He opened the door to the basement and Jay, without thinking, ran down. Seth smiled as Jalie soon followed him down. He closed the door then locked it. A moment later Jay could be heard pounding on the door.

“Let me out! Let me out! She‘s going to kill me! Ple-e-e-ease!” Jay pleaded, but all soon went quiet. Brandi and Josh came walking through and into the living room.

“Where is the bathroom?” Josh asked Seth.

“Upstairs. Turn left. Door at the end.” He answered.

Josh left Brandi’s side and headed upstairs. In the background Carson was seen bobbing for apples with Carmen by his side.

“I’m going to get another drink.” Carmen told Cody as he brought his head up. She headed off to the kitchen, leaving him to continue.

“So, there any spare bedrooms upstairs?” Brandi asked with a grin. “Right next to the bathroom.” Seth told her with a wink. He walked off and Brandi noticed a Batman costume at the tub of apples. She walked over, grabbed his arm and lead him upstairs. “I don’t know how you snuck past me...” she said and the two disappeared into the room as the other Batman walked out of the bathroom. He made his way back downstairs and looked around for Brandi. “Catwoman” came back into the living room and grabbed hold of his arm. “I didn’t see anybody out by the pool. Let’s go.” she demanded as she lead him out the back. The scene faded to black.

.[Violence].

Dirk. I‘m going to kill you.

No, really. Just a little something about you that makes me want to slowly dismember you and toss the remaining pieces into a disease-filled swamp, where they’ll be devoured by rabid crocodiles... Then later regurgitated and pecked at by the ugliest fucking birds on the face of the planet. Why?

I don’t know. Perhaps you have a way with people. Cherish that, while you’re still conscious.

But don’t get me wrong, I noticed you saying that I intimidated you. How sweet. Many people think you’re doing the right thing... Not really mentioning me. Gives me less fuel to verbally pick you apart. Only it backfired. Because i’m picking you apart anyway. The thought of facing you on Sunday makes me fucking giddy. Really... It does. You being Brawler’s protege and all. Because quite honestly, I can’t fucking stand him either. All those wasted world title shots. What in the hell does the world title mean anymore? Johnny Legend has it for fuck sakes. And who’s going for it yet again? Dylan Dunn. Don’t even get me started... But hey, whatever he’s going through right now with those obsessed fans is probably punishment enough. Poor Dunn. The couple fans he does have turn out to be homicidal fucknards. Ah well. I’m not losing any sleep over it. I don’t think anyone is... They’re all most likely trying to save face for the media. But back to you, Dirk. What else can be left to say here? You’ve given me nothing.. Nothing to go off of. But is this going to help you? No. Whether you keep your mouth shut now or not, fact is you still have to come face to face with me on Sunday. Try and avoid the topic all you like Phoenix, but you’re only ignoring the inevitable. Not to worry, though... All it is, is another loss. Through-out your career you’ll become familiar with them. I’ve lost my share of matches, no denying it. But not lately. And certainly not to those who are beneath me. Right now, Dirk... You’re beneath me. You and I both know it. The fans know it. Hell, Brawler knows it. Perhaps he took you on as a student to direct attention away from the fact that he’s a wasted piece of flesh. You can’t even call Brawler washed up, or a has-been. Because he never was. He never amounted to anything important except in his own mind. I can’t see why you look up to him... Or even bother trying to help him out. He’s not worth your time. And eventually you’ll realize he’s only dragging you down.

But hell, this isn’t my concern. My only concern is hanging you out to dry on Halloween. I do applaud you for having the nerve to fight me, though. A lot of people don’t even have that. I appreciate your respect... It would appear that you know your place.

Mr. Heed, if there were ever an idiot, it’s you. Criticizing my marriage because you can’t get a decent girlfriend? Let’s talk about who was special in RWA, shall we? What did you accomplish there, Mr. Heed? Me? I was atop the company. Not for very long, but I was there. I beat the people to be beat. I was your Heavyweight Champion. As for me leaving, that makes no difference on how good I am. You can make up all the stories you want Heed, but nobodies buying your bullshit.

Open mouth, insert foot.

“What are we, in high school? You know the drill, Seth. Relationships get boring after two months, and you start getting drunk more often, your bitch gets fatter, and both of you are fucked. Trust me. I know what I'm talking about.” No you don’t. You know nothing but your own ignorance. Proven well enough by calling me a faggot and claiming my wife wants you. Honestly, why does everybody think my wife wants on them? Are they that insecure? They see how happy we are together and they wish they could find a woman half as good as Jalie? And a man of your stature? Please, explain how you are so much better than everybody else, especially with your current situation.

I’d love to see you try and explain.

Because it will sound just like everyone else who has their head wedged in their ass. Are we supposed to believe you because you say so? Look at Jarvis. He claimed he was better than everybody. What happened? We put him in his place. But, you’re the exception, right? Everybody is. Don’t get me wrong, Heed, I’m not claiming to be superior than you are like every unoriginal moron around here. I let my actions dictate that. Knocking people off their pedestal is something I love to do. And I’m planning on knocking you off yours.

However small it is.

“Invite me to the wedding won't you? I'd love to see tears run down your face, as you look at Seth, then me and dream of what you could've had.” Trying to sound all smooth and cocky? You have so much more to offer her than I do, huh? Despite the fact of us already being married, I can’t think of a single thing you can offer her. Another thing I’d be amused to hear you explain. As far as I see, you have nowhere to stand on telling us of bad decisions.

Buffoon.

How can someone like you posses such an undeserving ego? Carson never followed in your path. What the fuck are you talking about? You try so hard to make yourself seem worth while, but it’s all with false accusations. Everybody here is full of it. Sure, he wasn’t a big factor in RWA. So? What was your record, Heed? How much of an impact did you make? Judging with how much of an ass you’re making yourself out to be, you’re not going to fair much better here. EWO is yours? You’ve had, what, one match? What are you going to say after I put you in your place Sunday? What are your excuses going to be? You better get them ready, cause you’re going to need them.

You know what I like?

To see idiots claim true information, when they KNOW it isn’t true. Everything you’ve said, from us to Erik Dean, is bullshit. For instance, talking about Jarvis being fat. Assuming he’s using steroids. You know what I, and the few intelligent people are here, gather from that? YOU HAVE NOTHING! You go around saying this off the wall shit about everybody, when the only thing you’re doing is proving how much of an idiot you are. Think about it.

You’re so big, aren’t you?

Picking on the rookies. It doesn’t get much lower than that. You’ve been there before, Heed. And don’t say you were so fucking great when you started. That’s bullshit. Everybody started somewhere. I wasn't all that great when I started either. I have no problem admitting my faults. I don’t sugar coat it with claims of being superior. I’m human. You’re human. That’s breaking news to most of the people here, but it’s the reality. You’re no different than anybody else. Get used to it Heed. Pathetic? That certainly describes you.

But you just won’t shut up.

We’re not avoiding you, Chris. We have no reason to, so don’t flatter yourself. Especially with Brandi, considering she has a boyfriend. But let me guess, you don’t care, right? Your two excuses. You don’t care, and you were drunk. Nice way to pick your life back up. Then again, why would you? You have so much going on for you that you can criticize mine and Jalie’s lifestyle. We got where we are because we earned it. We didn’t bitch. We didn’t ask for anything. We fought for everything we have.

And who said it was going to be one-on-one?

The whole point of having people behind you is having the advantage. Fuck honour. I don’t care what you think. And I don’t care how I win. So long as you’re barely breathing with me standing over you, I’m happy. Are Cody and Jalie going to get involved? Yes. I guarantee it. We’re taking advantage of every opportunity we get. So don’t expect everything to be “fair”, Chris, cause you’ll be highly disappointed. I thought you would have known me better than that. After all, I learned from the best. No, not you Heed. I know what you were thinking.

Jarvis? Powers? Jax?

Where are you? Funny how none of you barely acknowledged the fact Jalie and I beat you. That sore, eh? I imagine it would be, seeing as how much you guys talked about yourselves. We’re nothing? Fuck you, Jarvis. We proved to you that the Ultimate Franchise is nothing but a trio of narcissistic airheads that can’t get the job done. Jax and Powers are on quite a roll, aren’t they? You picked a couple of real winners, Jarvis. But it’s not over for you yet. Not only do you get Carson at License To Thrill, there’s the possibility that you’ll be facing me as well, or so I hear. Either way you’re fucked. You can’t handle Carson as it is. And I’m going to make damn sure you’re in no shape for it. Face it, Wicked Intentions has your number. You don’t even deserve to have the title on the line, but we’ll deal with it. And one way or another, you’re going to be left empty-handed, as we promised.

Fin.

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