The titantron was alive once again….

At first nothing could be scene. The screen was as black as Vince McMahon’s heart, but still the fans could tell something was going on. They could hear it from under the darkness. A soft rumbling sound, like a car idling out in some unknown street. A few muffled voices mixed in with the sounds of the car. Some of the fans started to grow restless trying to listen for something important……

Without warning the darkness was broken. The screen suddenly shifted with uneasy movement, like this was not the GWA production camera, but some cheap, hand-held video recorder. That could very well be what it was. A small rumble of cheers and jeers started to come from the crowed. It was the black and white color to everything that started a low, almost un-heard chant of “nWo! nWo! nWo! nWo!” from a few old school fans in the arena.

Whoever was holding the camera must have been sitting in the back seat; the crowed getting a full shot of the front of the car. Everything was black leather and the windows were all tinted. Giving nothing away about the type of car this is or the location it is at. The two young men in the front seat have their backs to the camera man; looking out towards whatever the fans could not see.

The man in the front seat had shaggy, black, spiky hair and thin shaved sideburns. He must have been real clean cut; wearing an all black suit like that. It gave a real sinister feel to him. Like he wasn’t the gentlemen he appeared to be from first glance. As if from behind, he might be mistaken for the devil….

The man next to him, on the other hand, wasn’t so composed. Long black hair pulled back into a ponytail….black, faded “Alice in Chains” T-shirt….and arms so thick with tattoos, The Undertaker would be impressed. It didn’t take long for fans to figure out where they were looking at. But “Who” wasn’t the troubling question…..but “WHY?”. Why would these two, very sick, sadistic and evil young men come together? Who was the third, mysterious man holding the camera? That was all it took….even though they hated him….SJK had captured the eyes of the Overdose fans yet again. But what part did Sean O’Haire play?….

The silence was broken by a familiar voice….

“Yo, wake up ladies. We…Are…Rolling.” young Evan Bourne taunted, keeping the camera focused on Sean and Sterling. It was clear that this was their idea. Evan was just the sadistic little freak who decided to come along for the ride. Without looking taking his eyes away from the front windshield….SJK starts to speak.

'The Crimson Idol' Sterling James Keenan: …..You know, I’m getting really sick of this. I’m a man who hates to repeat himself, and I really put some time and effort into getting my message across to you last week. I had thought I made it clear. I didn’t want to job to these damn dinosaurs! Was that so hard to understand? I guess so…..because this week you have put me up against another one of those ancient “Kliq’sters”. As if the beating I gave Triple H didn’t prove that these guys can’t handle me…..

'Air-Bourne' Evan Bourne: Yeah, man. That’s pretty fucked up! I mean, I personally think it’s the man trying to hold us down! Like they don’t want the under dog to succeed! It’s bullshit! And we aint gonna’ just back on our asses and!!!!….

Before Evan can work himself up any further, SJK reaches over the back of his seat and puts a hand on his shoulder….

'The Crimson Idol' Sterling James Keenan: Cool it, Evan….don’t make me report this to “THE MAN”. Next week you could be in some High School gym calling yourself something god-awful like “Matt Sydal”….ha haha….

'Air-Bourne' Evan Bourne: Fuck you, Sterling.

Before this could get any more off subject, O’Haire breaks it up.

'The Devil‘s Advocate' Sean O‘Haire: That’s enough….we came here with a purpose. Stay focused….

With one small nod from SJK, the promo was back on.

'The Crimson Idol' Sterling James Keenan: Right…like I was saying, I’ve had just about as much as I could stomach over these has-beens coming along, looking to re-capture some of there old thunder over me. Like they can’t see me. Well, last week, Triple H sure as hell could see me. Well, right up until everything went all dark and fuzzy on him. But the point is, I came into the match and did exactly what I said I would do….and now, this week, history is going to repeat itself….

'Air-Bourne' Evan Bourne: Wow man, this shit looks great! You should really see yourself….I’m speechless.

Sterling rolls his eyes and leans back in the passenger seat, looking out the front window again.

'The Crimson Idol' Sterling James Keenan: If you’re speechless, then shut the hell up and just point the camera my general direction….fuck, I knew I should of got Punk to do this for me.

'Air-Bourne' Evan Bourne: No way, you know Punk wouldn’t be down for something like this….

'The Crimson Idol' Sterling James Keenan: True…very true. Anyways, it’s like this. First, Triple H eats it. Now, I’m going one on one with Tommy Chong. Cheech is sure to be ring side for this one, no doubt. It’s just all becoming a real side-show…a joke. A sad, sad joke that I’m not laughing about.

Suddenly the calm in the car shifted into hostility.

'The Crimson Idol' Sterling James Keenan: Kevin Nash might like to think everything in life is a joke, but I sure as hell can’t. I refuse to. For as cut throat as people like to think of me, some things I just can’t smile and look away from. I couldn’t watch as some no talented hack fucked his way into the main event….I definitely couldn’t watch my best friend puke his guts and dignity into the gutter; then buy him another round once he is done crying about his ex wife…..and I couldn’t look away when a man I called a brother tried to kill himself. Oh yeah, Nash….your life is just so god damn funny, isn’t it? I got a lot to be jealous about….after all, your “A legend”…..what a load of bullshit that is…..

Now it’s O’Haire turn to ‘break character’ as he starts to laugh.

'The Devil‘s Advocate' Sean O‘Haire: I don’t know if I would go as far as to say Kevin Nash’s life isn’t funny in some respects. His friends are either spending their free time laying on a hospital bed, finding god, drunk in some tavern; throwing toothpicks are whoever looks at him funny. Or, the best of all, making sex tapes with a transvestite. I think that’s all hysterical….

'Air-Bourne' Evan Bourne: Well, when you put it that way; it is kind of funny….

SJK’s expression didn’t change. It was still heartless and brutal.

'The Crimson Idol' Sterling James Keenan: Nash….open your eyes to what’s happening. The sport you claim to love…is changing. People aint believing in you and your crew anymore. Your time on top of the wrestling throne….is up. You say you have some respect for me….but I don’t give a damn. Because your respect is worth shit to me. It’s not like I’m being patted on the back by a man whose innovated something as historical as the ladder match or the hell in a cell gig. No. I’m respected by ‘Diesel’….the bodyguard of Shawn Michaels. Big fuckin’ deal. Is that suppose to impress me? How about how it took you YEARS to capture the WCW title? Wow….that’s jaw dropping. And this, this is the best yet. The Main Event Mafia….what a load of crap that was. The bottom line is this, I don’t care how man ‘kids’ you’ve knocked around sense signing with the GWA….it doesn’t change who you are. And it doesn’t change who I am. So you think this is a game? Or fake? Well ‘Big Daddy Cool’ I’ve decided to take it upon myself to ‘show you the light’…..make you a believer. Right now……

Without saying another word, SJK opened his door and got out of the car…..O’Haire not far behind.

The titantron started to streak and darkness took over again. Crawling over the passenger seat must have been a pain in the ass to do while holding a camera. But Evan was talented and wouldn’t let something as trivial as this make him look bad. SJK had asked him to film history. This must have been what he meant…the fans stayed focused on the screen.

They could only hear the sound of bodies moving and maybe the trunk popping open. Evan was chuckling, that much was clear. But it was the addition of a new sound that was so disturbing….the sound of someone gagging and coughing. Groans escaping his lips every now and again…..suddenly the screen was focused again. Silence consumed the GWA arena as they looked up in horror…..

Inbetween O’Haire and Keenan stood a shaky young man. His long, black hair was sweat ridden and hid most of his face. His chin was scruffy and his mouth was gagged by a strand of rope. The same rope that had both his hands and feet bound. From the way his tattered clothing looked, it wasn’t a pleasant trip ending up in the back of Sean O’Haire’s car. The two baseball bats that Sterling and Sean are holding must have played a part in that…..

The trunk was still open, the back of the car being the support that kept this broken man standing. It wasn’t until the poor fellow stumbled, causing his hair to part just right…that the crowed finally got a good look. The fans couldn’t believe there eyes……Sean Waltman really looked like hell.

Putting the end of the bat under Waltman’s chin…SJK starts to speak again.

'The Crimson Idol' Sterling James Keenan: Respect is a funny thing when it isn’t mutual. When it means absolutely nothing. Like you, for instance, claiming to respect me…then, turn around and try to make a fool of me. *Keenan shakes his head in disgust* Not smart, Kev, not smart at all.

Without warning, SJK drops the bat from X-Pac’s chin; cocking back as he now sends a hard shot to his stomach. Sending Waltman doubled over, coughing again. A sick smile crosses O’Haire’s face as he jerks the kid back up. Letting SJK pick up where he left off…

'The Crimson Idol' Sterling James Keenan: Nash….I really don’t want things to be like this between you and me. I truly don’t. But you have left me with no other choice. For every day you and your ‘generation’ are allowed to pollute these wrestling rings; this sport loses more and more fans. Soon you all will have sucked the life from this sport. You are vampires. You’ve sucked all the talent of the WCW…and the WWF…and the WWE…and even TNA. But I will not, I repeat, WILL NOT! let that happen to the GWA! So I’ve decided that sense you and ‘The Kliq’ have decided to drink all the blood of pure wrestlers….the guys who, like me, never got a fair shot…..that it’s time that you boys spill some!

That must have been the hair trigger O’Haire was looking for. The two devils dropped all communication with the camera as the beating started. Waltman didn’t stand a chance. A few small groans could be heard under the sound of aluminum bats clanging off of bone. Both Sean and Sterling seem to have lost control as they bloody Waltman. His body crumbling to the ground after every shot. Evan couldn’t pull the camera off of Syxx.

After a few more shots SJK drops his bat and looks into the camera one final time….

'The Crimson Idol' Sterling James Keenan: Nash…this week you learn something that your pals Triple H and Xpac have learned first hand. That once SJK puts you down….

He raises his knuckles to the camera.

'The Crimson Idol' Sterling James Keenan: You STAY DOWN…..I’m done. Lets get the hell out of here….

The camera focuses on the broken, bloody image of Sean Waltman for a moment before cutting to static.