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DIRTY MANIFESTO You want me to face Rayn Nightdyne, so be it. Everyone has a match this week-one that suits them. Everyone has a dance partner except for me, the third wheel, the Universal Champion. No offense to Rayn Nightdyne, but you or Nigella Helms-King and I hate wrestling Women. Still, Rayn Nightdyne and I have yet to face off inside a Fight One ring. So be it. Rayn, seriously, stop flip flopping. Pick a direction and go with it. The way you should look at this is a great opportunity to duke it out with the Universal Champion. You could gain a title shot out of a win. Meanwhile you’re pissing and moaning because you want Walsh for a contendership match? You’ve got the Big Kahuna in a match and you’re still thinking about second best? Nah man, your head isn’t straight. You’re not in the main event because you’ve been floundering. That isn’t my fault nor is it anyone’s fault but your own. Got me? I’ll be damned if a slacker like you will take over my main event. Say whatever you want about Shawn Walsh but the bottom line is he’s performing. You go on and on about how he acts and how you act. I love how you think personality means fuck all when someone’s kicking your teeth in. I’m going to tell you right now Rayn that it doesn’t mean anything. Besides, if personality won matches I’d never even have to move a finger. That’s how bad ass I am sucka. You want a flame war. Kick it back to nineteen ninety nine and start making fun of each other’s mothers. Nah bitch, that’s not my thing. You should have guessed that I wouldn’t give you what you wanted because that’s just how I do. You’re the suckface, not I. This is not a match of wits, this is a match of circumstance. Circumstance, that’s a funny word, isn’t it Rayn? There’s one thing you wanted and it’s the one thing I’m happy to give you. The reasons behind this match we have. I know you’d like to think that Aidan Morag has simply gone crazy thinking you belong in the ring with me and you’d probably be right. That is, if not for the fact that I know exactly how we got into this match together. See, after suffering that awful tag team loss I was given a few options, I could either take the week off and go get soft waiting for my match with Walsh, I could take on Nigella Helms-King in a sleeper match, OR take on the biggest nitwit in the fed by the name of Rayn Nightdyne. I choose you! When I look at you man I see a guy that’s tasted defeat and had it leave a nasty taste in his mouth. Yeah, you were sort of big back in the Renegade days but you’ve got to be taught a lesson. You were big there because Shane Clemmens left. Your ego got almost as big as Amy Jo Smyth’s did in RWA. Way too big. Almost as big as the Superiority Complex. Fight One has served as an ego check for you and I will be no different. I know you think you see me coming and think spitting compliments at me will get you out of an asskicking but let’s be frank with each other. Compliments are for little weaklings that need reassurance. See also: Jeff King, Daniel Jacobson, Knife. I know I’ve probably spoiled our chances at friendship by hitting you with the truth. The same truth that was hard to swallow when everyone knew Rayn was out of SC except for you. Does it suck to be the last to know again? Does it suck to know that you’re merely a victim of circumstance? You have yet to earn yourself a Main Event let alone a shot at the Universal title. I suggest you consider that when I’m done with you at Aftershock Seven. I don’t want you to lose it and turn bitch. There will be no bleeding hearts for you Rayn, only defeat. Use that Rayn, use it to learn how to become better than you are. For your sake and for Fight One’s.
DIRTY AMERICAN DREAM Not fifty miles down the road the Challenger ran out of gas. Running all that way in first gear really ate up the gas. It a world marred in an oil crisis it serves our hero right for driving such a gas hog. Until they build a Hybrid Challenger that can still push two-ten it seems highly unlikely that Shane would ever upgrade. He is not in any way, green friendly. Instead of doing the obvious thing and making a run for it Shane feels cocky enough to take a break and get some “chill time in.” Bronwen tips back her bottle, letting the whiskey inside warm her from the inside out. She wipes her mouth and gazes up into the starlit night. “Oy!” She looks over her shoulder at Shane who has his shirt off and is meditating on the hood of the Challenger, “Buddha, wake the fuck up.” Shane snaps out of it. “What?” “Come give mama some hugs.” Bronwen laughs. “That’s right, let’s hug this out.” Shane slides off the car and grabs for his jacket but it’s gone. He gazes down the highway a bit to see Dominique by herself crouched with her hand outstretched to a jackrabbit. She’s wearing his jacket. Shane smirks and walks up behind Bronwen. He wraps his arms around her and leans his chin on her shoulder. “Not a terrible place to be havin a break down.” Bronwen chuckles. Shane closes his eyes, taking in her scent. His arms squeeze her. “I hope yer we little nads are ok.” Bronwen giggles. “Fucken sore as hell.” Shane says, kissing her shoulder, “You made up for it with your shooting though.” “Gotta love a lady with purpose.” Bronwen sighs, “So what’s the story with the damsel in distress. Do you wanna fuck her?” Browen turns around to face Shane, “She does have a fine lil rump on her.” Bronwen smiles as she bites her bottom lip and lays in a kiss on Shane. Forty miles behind them, The Dope Show is stumbling down the road. He’s charred and his clothes are disheveled and black. He’d be in pain if he still had any concept of feeling pain. Without his sexual appetite there’s no doubt that The Dope Show would have no sensation at all. A Ford Mustang Mach 1 pulls up beside him and slows down, pacing Till as he walks. The fat sweaty driver of the ‘Stang cranes his fat hairy neck so he can get a look at Till, “Hey buddy, are you alright? Do you need a doctor?” Till stops walking and turns his attention to the man in the car. “Yes. I am alright. You however, need a doctor.” Till’s eyes glow red as he leans into the car and pulls the fat unlucky driver out. “Hey! Fuck! Hey! Knock it off!” The man pleads. “Knock THIS off.” Till says as he opens the door to the Stang and slams it closed on the man’s head. The man seizes up for a moment but gives up his struggle and settles into death. Till opens the door and lets him free. Till slides behind the steering wheel of the ‘Stang. “I like Pony cars.” Till grimaces as he slams his foot on the gas. Up ahead, Shane and Bronwen are hot and heavy on the hood of the challenger. She’s got her legs around him like vise grips and he’s rounding the bases, and he’s got a clear shot. Bron pushes Shane off of her for a moment… “Not in front of the damsel, she’ll get jealous.” Bronwen whispers. Dom’s too far away to hear them. All she can do is wonder how she got into all of this. That and wonder how the hell she could still have feelings for such a pig. “Changes. Changes. Stays the same.” She pets the bunny, it jumps up and bites her. “Don’t worry about her.” Shane whispers kissing Bron’s neck. “Worry about me.” Bronwen pulls the ridiculous Desert Eagle up and brandishes it before Shane, “What if we ice her here, protect her from the big dick of the Dope Show?” “It’s not her he’s after.” Shane mutters as he pulls the button fly of Bronwen’s jeans open. “Oh! Bad touch.” Bronwen coos. “Shut up.” Shane commands. Suddenly the sky lights up in a flash of light and it tapers away. The sound of a hum overtakes Dom’s ear drums. She falls to her knees as the Jackrabbit scampers away. Her hands clutch her ears and suddenly she’s send straight into her mind’s eye. She’s face to face with Till and he’s gnawing at her. He’s eating her alive. Dom lets out a blood curdling scream but Shane and Bronwen can’t hear her. Suddenly she feels the rush of an orgasm and yelps. She heaves forward and vomits as the winds carry Till’s words… “MINNEEEE!” She falls face first onto the ground and doesn’t move a muscle. In between the kissing Shane sees her flatten out of the corner of his eyes but he can’t move. His muscles are fixed and so are Bron’s. Caught in a still life perpetual kiss. The Mustang pulls up. Till steps out of the car and goes to Dom. Shane screams out in frustration but no words are formed. Till pulls Dom to her feet and throws her into the car. Before Till re-enters the ‘Stang he turns his burning eyes to Shane. “I will turn her inside out, just for you.” Till blows a kiss to Shane before disappearing into the car and hitting the gas. Suddenly light slashes the night again and Bronwen falls off the car. Shane rolls off and chases after the car. “Fuck!” Shane can’t keep up. He finally stops, leaning on his legs. “FUUCK!” “What the fuck happened?!” Bronwen yells. “Shane!” Bronwen steps out in into the road buttoning the fly of her jeans. “I don't fucking know” Shane breathes out, “God I hope it's not too late.” Shane pulls out his cell phone and dials. The Mustang roars into the distance. "Who are you calling?" Bronwen asks, as she comes up beside Shane. "The Army." Shane says, glaring down the road at the blurring tail lights.
TO BE CONTINUED!
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