Death do YOU part (both of you)
*Fade In...
*New York City...
*Madison Square Garden...
(GXW Onslaught has just ended. The television copyrights has already shown on the television screen. Most of the people in the arena have already left the arena. All that's left is the GXW crews, and a handful of wrestlers who have just finished getting dressed and leaving as they move on to the next show. GXW reporter, Joey Tyler whisks right by the camera in hot pursuit looking for someone to give their post Onslaught thoughts. As he is running, he waves the camera to follow behind him. He stops at the locker room marked, "HellFighter". He opens the door to find it almost virtually empty except for a janitor cleaning up the locker room.)
Tyler: "Excuse me, but did HellFighter just leave here?"
Janitor: "Oh yeah, he just left. You might be able to catch him. It wasn't too long ago. He should be heading toward the parking lot."
Tyler: "Thank you."
(Tyler runs out of the locker room running down the hall with the cameraman in tow. He runs all the way out to the parking lot where he sees a very openly frustrated "HellFighter" Michael Shutt walking to his car. He is already showered and dressed with his gear in his duffle bag. He pulls out the keys to turn off the car alarm to a 2002 Gold Mecedes SUV. Right before he gets in the car, he sees Tyler and the camera coming toward him. He slams the car door and walks over to meet them half way.)
Tyler: (Catches up to HellFighter, trying to catch his breath while he gets out a sentence.) "HellFighter...*huff* *Wheez*...Thank God...er I mean goodness I caught up with you before you left. I was wondering if I could get your thoughts on what happened tonight."
HellFighter: "Sure Tyler, what do you want to know first? Make it quick, I have lots on my mind."
Tyler: "Right. First off why did you attack rookies Shawn Hart and Jack Voorhees at the start of the show?"
HellFighter: "I'll tell you like I told them, they got in my way. Everybody's in my way and I don't have time to play the respectful babyface game anymore. They're just like everyone else in the locker room. Don't give a s**t about me and would love to use me for their gain. I just quite simply put them in their place. Beneath me where they belong. I will return to the top. Next question Tyler."
Tyler: "Right, then you later barged into CEO Dupree's office, did you receive the answers that you wanted to hear?"
HellFighter: (He pauses as he looks back at Tyler with a look like he almost ready to hit him for asking a stupid question.) "What do you think Joey? He refuses to answer my GODDAMN questions. I came to him diplomatically and calmly. He made the call for JP to screw my ass. He deserves to give me a reason."
Tyler: "But I thought he did?"
HellFighter: "Yeah he gave me a answer. He didn't give me a good enough answer. He only gave me an answer just enough to make him look like 'the proverbial good guy'. Anything to build up that front eh Dupree. I still want a true answer. I don't care if it's from you, or from that lipd*** son of a b**** JP. I want answers. I guess in the mean time I will take this one as an answer...for now."
Tyler: "Perfect timing HellFighter, which brings me to my next question, what are your thoughts on what happened between you and Die Kriegmaschine with Dupree ordering the Last Man Standing rematch for Fallout?"
HellFighter: *Sarcastic* "Oh gee, I almost forgot about that one. Thank you so much Joey for bringing that subject back up to me. While your at it, why don't you drive a meat cleaver through my skull and pour salt on the wound. Thanks."
(He pauses for a moment as he recollects his thoughts.)
HellFighter: "So Donavan, in that ring tonight was your big killing machine? That was the guy who's supposed to use me as your big stepping stone for detroying GXW? That's the guy who was going to finish what others have failed to do in my past? Funny, all I saw tonight was a cheap shot taking c*ck sucker. What's wrong German blunder, couldn't take me out all by yourself, so you had help from of all people...you're own manager? And you call yourself a one man wrecking crew. You are no machine. Machines are not programmed to cheat. I guess that makes you just as human as let's say...ME! And finally Dupree gave me a little bit of an answer. He gave me you in a Last Man Standing match. This is the type of match that I get to see you from the INSIDE...OUT! I get to see if you really are...a machine, or if your just another lamb being lead to MY slaughter. Guess what next big blunder? Not only will I slaughter you, but I will make you bleed like a stock pig. Everybody in the GXW at least knows what I'm made of; however we have yet to see what you're made of. We have yet to see what makes you tick, or scream, or what color your blood is. For now Die, all I have seen is how much of A COWARD you are. You look for the easy way out."
"Not this time fat boy. This time you can't beat me by pins or submissions. You get to back up your words. You get to finally TRY to kill me. I mean you literally get to kill me because that's the only way how you will beat me at Fallout. You have to physically, mentally, emotionally kill my ass. I dared you to try and kill me tonight. Once again YOU FAILED just like every other single d*ckless peice of S**t in this federation before. Are you a failure? Will you prove me right? I think you will."
"You know, I actually took my sweet time coming to the arena tonight. Why you ask? Because I was actually waiting in my hotel room hoping that you and Donavan would show up to try and kill me early. I gave you the location where I was staying in New York, and you never came. Your cowardly ass never showed, so I had to settle for kicking your ass in the arena. I almost did until your 'programmer' waste of life hit me with a chair, and then you grabbed my tights for a quick 1-2-3. I settled for taking out my frustrations out on those two pitiful rookies Hart and Voorhees. At Fallout, I will finish what I started. What will you do DIE?"
"Oh and Wallace, I thought I warned you. I thought I told you to stay away. I thought I made it perfectly clear that if you interfered in the match at all that I would bury the both of you. Guess what b****? At Fallout, I will rip both you and DIE apart. I will tear you limb from limb. At Fallout, I will put DIE in his own personal Holocaust. When I'm done with the both of you, the concentration camps will seem like a paradise."
(HellFighter finally stops as he looks back at Tyler.)
HellFighter: "Thanks Tyler, I feel alot better now. I got a lot off my chest. I got a match to get ready for and I'm never late. Fade to black and leave me the f*** alone."
Tyler: "Right HellFighter. Thank you for your time."
(HellFighter just walks passed Tyler and the camera man in a 180 degree turn, mock Nazi style as he gets back in his vehicle and drives off. Tyler looks at the camera and makes the "Cut" motion to sign out. The camera man complies and cuts the camera out. It goes to static followed by black.)
*FADE TO BLACK*