Slowly Turning Crazy... (Dreamer vs. Matthew "Twizted" Clark)

[Mike Corral]

Fade in on Twizted, sitting in an abandoned corner in what seems to be an alleyway. His clothes are dirty and caked with blood, and his hair is wet and hanging in his face. This is a totally different Twizted from the one we knew 1 month ago. This is a brand new Twizted.

Twizted: One would think that I have lost it all. Seeing me sit here, my clothes not washed, a regular person would guess that I've lost my house and am sitting here because I have nowhere else to go. I'm not homeless. I'm not siting here because I want to. I'm sitting here because to know one's enemy, one must become his enemy. And since Dreamer doesn't have any honor, to me he is the lowest of the low, the trash that people would throw away without a second thought. And even after I say this, some people would think I'm crazy for doing this, for leaving the comfort of my house to be here in the streets. I'm not crazy people. At least, I don't think I am.

Homeless Man: The crazy ones are the people who don't think they are Billy.

Twizted: I've been telling you for almost 3 hours. My name's Matthew, not Billy. Math-Yew. And here's $100, go do something with you're life.

Homeless Man: Thank you Billy.

The homeless man leaves as Matthew just looks at him with disbelief.

Twizted: My name is Matthew!! Geez, homeless people know nothing. Now Dreamer, when you step into the ring with me, you step into the ring with a man who knows no boundaries, who isn't afraid or doing whatever it takes to get the job done. In short, yes, you are stepping into the ring with a crazy man. A man who is hell bent on returning the favor. Just a word of advice: If you see me with a chair in my hand, don't be surprised.

Twizted stands up, dusting some of the dirt off himself. In a way, the look almost seems to fit him. Dark, mysterious, and dangerous. Man did that sound gay.

Twizted: Dreamer, be afraid my friend. For on Tuesday, you step into the ring with a man possessed. I know that I need to beat MVP at Everything Ends, and you just had to break my winning streak because your petty ego couldn't take a loss and you needed a stell chair to help you. You have no idea what you caused when you did that. My dark side was awakened when you cracked my skull with that chair. Only one man in this company has done something to wake the dragon up, and he's the current Florida State Champion. He was able to handle the warrior, but this company cannot. Because last week was the end of Twizted. Last week, everyone saw Twizted's last match. Because Twizted is no more Dreamer. The Hardcore Luchador has taken his place. The Arial Emporer is here, and he's planning on styaing for a long time. Dreamer, MVP, get ready for the Suicidal Idol and the King of Old School, Matthew "Twizted" Clark. Viva la fuckin' Raza.

The newly christined Matthew "Twizted" Clark leaves as the camera focuses on the writing behind him.....

Nothing Lives Forever.... Not even Dreams...

[Justin Dreamer]

Camera fades into Justin Dreamer's locker room, where all of the lights have gone out and the only thing that is keeping light for the camera are the candles that are placed all around the room. We finally find Justin Dreamer and the Cloaked man,who is standing right beside Justin, who is sitting in a corner of the room, covered in this chains with his kendo stick. He is still as a rock, not moving one inch, until suddenly, he finally speaks.

Twizted.......I didn't have a problem with you before, you could have just walked away from me. I could have just beaten you for the 1, 2, 3 and that would end it.. But no, now you're saying that you're a "King of Old School?" A "Suicidal Idol?!" That's where it gets personal, you see, those nicknames belong to me. I am real hardcore icon in WPW. I have won those titles a thousand times, unlike you, when you couldn't even beat MVP and myself in the tag match. I don't see you falling through a flamming table from on top of a cage anyways! I am sick of people like you, claiming to be hardcore, acting like they are tough enough to take chairdshots to the head and still get up for more, or thinking they can handle any type of hardcore situation, but all those people are pathetic. Leave it to the professionals, the legends who know and can deal with the pain. You Twizted, you think you're a big shot when it comes to Hardcore, but when I get in that ring with you, no one will be calling you the Hardcore Luchador, instead, they will be screaming and women will be crying because the ring will be flooded with your blood. Last week will seem like a match with Jess Edward compared to what I'm going to do to you this week. There is nothing in the world that can save you from your own end. MVP will thank me that he'll win his match at Everything Ends via forfeit. When I finish picking up your body parts and take them to the dumpster after the match, I will then finally end Stallion once and for all!

Of course my monster, and once you destroy Twizted, you will go on to become the 2 time WPW Hardcore champion. Then, oh then, we will do what we have been planning to do for a while now, we will start our hostile takeover of WPW!!!

Yes exactly! Ever since, when I first started in PCW as Disciple, my first company, when they drove me into the ground, I made a promise that I would be the one to take them out by myself, WPW took that chance away from me. Now, they will pay for that. First, I will finish Stallion for the final time, then I will take out the very company who will soon bow down to me and my friend. But right now, Twizted, this is no dream, they don't live forever, you're right about that. But this is a nightmare now, for you, Stallion, and everyone else in WPW. Because this Nightmare is one, that no one will be able to wake up from!!!

Camera fades out......

[Mike Corral]

Fade in on Matthew "Twizted" Clark, watching intently at the TV screen, which is showing Justin Dreamer's promo. Matthew's eyes are focused, hanging on to every word. The glass in his hand breaks as Justin calls Matthew a poser. Matthew turns the TV off before throwing the remote right at the screen.

Matthew: Who the fuck does that little shit think he is, calling me a fake?! That he'll kill me?!? FUCK!!!

Marilyn Lee Cross comes in just as Matthew is about to toss a chair at the TV. Marilyn grabs the chair, and Matthew turns around.

Matthew: Oh. Hello sweetie, what's wrong?

Marilyn: What's wrong? Other than the fact that you're about to break your TV over what some jackass said?

Matthew: Now what he said, more like what he implied.

Marilyn: And just what did he imply?

Matthew: That I'm not hardcore, that I know nothing about what that really means. Who is he to say I don't know what hardcore is?!

Marilyn: He's no one Matt. Just someone who's trying to distract you from the bigger prize: M V P.

Matthew: You're right, he's just a stepping stone. But still, what he said disturbes me. I mean..... I just need a breath of fresh air. Could you give me a minute?

Marilyn: Sure, but don't take to long. I wanna take a shower.

Matthew: But you don't need m- Oh, okay then. Don't worry, I'll be back in time.

Marilyn: I'll be waiting...

Marilyn disappears up the stairs as Matthew just looks at her, smiling. Matthew lets out a sigh before walking out of the house, sitting on the porch.

Matthew: I saw you guys when I threw the remote at the TV. Next time, try to get better lenses. Now come here, I know what you came to do.

Out steps Alex Shelley of all people, wearing his "Eye Spy" shirt and video camera in hand.

Alex: Um... look. I was told to come here to video tape you. That's it.

Matthew: Figured as much. Where's Kevin and Austin?

Alex: Out grabbing beers. I would've gone with, but they told me I had to do this.

Matthew: Whatever. Look, you want to know what I'm thinking about, right?

Alex: Well, not really. I'm just here to pick up an easy paycheck. I'm outta here.

Alex starts to walk out as Matthew just sighs. Suddenly....

Matthew: Hold the fuck up. You want a bigger paycheck Alex? Then listen up. DREAMER!!What was the last thing you did that constituted as "Old-School" huh? A friggin' elbow drop? Yeah, that's really old school. Hell, Bob Baclund is jealous of you. And that thing about calling me a poser? Did you see my match against Mike Foxx? The Racecar match? I broke my spine in two in that match, and came back within a month. That is an example of truly being Hardcore Justin. Not flaming tables and chair shots to the head. Nearly killing yourself, and knowing the consequences of any match, that's Hardcore.

Alex: Whoa dude.

Matthew: Damn straight "whoa dude". Dreamer, get ready for Tuesday. Because on that day, I will personally make sure that you leave on a stretcher. I will leave you bloody and maimed, and there won't be a damn thing you can do about it. Because no one, not you, not MVP, not even the great almighty Carlos Gonzalez can stop me. But you know what, I have better things to do then talk about your downfalls, like your inability to reproduce because your semon have all shrivled up and died. Instead, I'm just going to show you how much I am determined to beat you. At Tuesday, don't expect any mercy. Because you asked for this to happen Dreamer. Viva La Fuckin' Raza.

Matthew walks back into the house as Alex turns the camera so that it faces him.

Alex: And that promo was brought to you by Paparazzi Productions, in association with Alex Shelley Films. Aaaaaaaaaand CUT!!

FADE OUT