Pence Weatherlight Presents: "The Return: Finale!"

[Nick Watson]

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The Return: Finale!
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*Unknown Location, One Week Ago*

A shatter of glass, a grunt of pain and frustration, and the sound of heavy breathing fill the empty parking lot, a parking lot like none that has ever been seen before. Cars are wrapped in barbed wire, trash cans are lit ablaze, and weapons are strewn across the floor at random locations, each one looking more lethal than the next. The camera zooms in on a car with no windshield, blood drips from the shards as a man gets out through the windshield, he has scratches all over his body, but yet is having no trouble getting out of the car. He wears no shirt, several scars run along the length of his body, none of which are fresh, but look like they have been there for quite a long time. For a while, the man stands on the hood of the car looking at an unseen adversary behind one of the pillars in the parking lot. The camera zooms in on the man's face, drenched in blood and sweat, but yet his face looks relatively calm, focused even. This man is Pence Weatherlight. He says not a word and neither does he care that the camera is rolling on him, watching his every move as he steps off the car hood and on to the concrete floor. Two men step out from behind the pillar, one man holding a bat duck taped with glass all over it, and the other holds a chain with spikes all over it.

Both of them are part of Pence's crew, but right now they looked determined to take Pence out. To leave him dead in his parking lot before his big match at One Night in Hell. It could be because of the speech that he gave them both, or it could be because they know that if they don't go all out, surely they both will be hurt by this brutal titan that is Mr. Main Event. Madok holds the bat, watching Pence as Pence begins to circle them like a shark coming in for the kill, and Matt holds the chain, not knowing what to do as the Reaper draws closer to them, tightening his circle around them, and going consistently faster. To Matt, this was amazing, his father was still standing after being hit with the bat, and even more so that after he had been thrown into the glass he had still found the resolve to get out from the crushed windshield, and back to his feet to continue the fight. That amazement also had a tint of fear in it.

It was no surprise that he was afraid of what his father was doing to himself to prepare for this match and it was no surprise that Matt was also afraid to see what his father would do to win in this match. Even more so it frightened him to think of what Pence wanted Chris to do to him. He wanted to be hurt, he wanted to be broken, but with that he wanted to prove to the world that he was ready to be put back into the Main Event regardless of what other's thought. It was true. Pence hadn't had a great last two weeks, but he would bounce back, everyone knew that, and nobody questioned when or where it would happen because they already knew the location and time. One Night in Hell would be the location and the time would be 8:00 P.M.. Pence Weatherlight would crush Chris Cyrus and he would prove to the world that the last two weeks had been nothing more than "Come Back" syndrome. Needless to say Pence's mind was sharp and it seemed to both Madok and Matt that Pence's body was back to its' old state of endurance, but it would take a real test to prove that. One Night in Hell would be that test without a doubt.

While Matt was thinking of all these things, Pence lunged at him and Madok. Madok tried to swing the bat at him, but Pence ducked underneath it as if it were a close line and speared Madok like a pro-football player. Madok went flying and was planted into the ground by Pence who quickly got back up to his feet with a roll and then came at Matt like a wild animal. Matt threw the weapon aside and let the Reaper inside of him take over, he dodged much like his father would and spun around the charging Pence. Matt would then rush his father and both of them would engage in a fist to fist fight. This was brutal for both of the Weatherlights. Pence's fists aimed for key regions of the body, looking to disable his son from fighting him any further, while Matt's fists aimed or regions to slow his father's power game down knowing all too well to take Pence's power game away would surely mean a victory for him. Both men had that look in their eyes, neither wanting to give on, and that was when Matt realized why his father was one of the top wrestlers in the world. It was his drive, his desire, and his ability to get up even after taking a hit that would take a normal man down.

It was then that Pence surprised his son with a kick to the gut and then a knee to the face, Matt fell back a bit, holding his face, but not backing down. He quickly went back in and began to fight his father again, Pence's demeanor changed quickly, from a state of no emotion to a state of joy. Pride crossed over his father's face as Matt landed a heavy hit to Pence's jaw that sent him on to his back. Pence shook his head, and felt his jaw before turning to look at Matt, who stood above him breathing heavily. Pence spat out a bit of blood and then got up to his feet before giving his son a hug.

Pence: Good job, Matt.

A slight amount of applause filled the empty parking lot from hell as everyone turned to see Madok and Benny both applauding.

Madok: Good work you two, but I need some serious medical attention after taking that spear. Jesus, Pence...did we really have to go that hard on you?

Pence: Yeah, otherwise this wouldn't be training. Besides I distinctively remember you not caring so much as I told you that you two could use weapons.

Madok: Yeah, but that was because I had forgotten how hard you hit. For fuck's sake...I think my bruises have bruises!

Benny: Oh, walk it off you pussy!

Benny grinned widely as Madok turned to look at him with a large glare and then nailed him on his shoulder with a heavy punch. Benny winced as Madok walked off into the distance.

Madok: I'm going to need some alcohol before we do this again, so take five gentlemen!

Madok shouted over his shoulder as he disappeared around a corner to head to his limo to get some booze to dull his nerves. Matt shook his head and Pence chuckled a bit and went over to the car with the smashed windshield and took a seat on the hood. Pence looked himself over and noticed that he was bleeding a bit from all the open cuts on his body, but there was nothing that looked too serious. Pence would look over to Benny and then began to speak loudly.

Pence: Hey, Benny...can you go get me a towel please? I need to clean myself up a bit.

Benny would nod and then reply kindly before turning to leave.

Benny: Sure thing, Pence. Be right back, dude.

He ran off in the same direction as Madok had as Pence let out a sigh before looking at his son who was staring at him. Pence would raise an eyebrow and then shrug his shoulders.

Pence: What?

Matt: Why do you do it, dad?

Pence: Do what?

Matt: Why do you do all this stuff to yourself? You train harder than anyone I know and for what dad? To be made fun of by some pricks who don't know a damn thing about you? To be cast out on your ass when you are injured or forced to fight some jack offs when your arm is not one hundred percent? Tell me dad, why do you do it?

Pence looked down at the hood of the car, it was smashed and covered with his blood, but it didn't matter. It was a good question that his son had just asked and Pence never truly knew the answer to why he did it, he just did. He gave his one hundred percent for most matches and never backed down from a challenge, but why? Well he guessed he did have a few reasons, but he had no clue if they were real or fake, but that didn't stop him from answering the question quickly after being asked it.

Pence: Because, I feel that it is necessary. I feel that if I don't prepare for every variable then I will let everyone I care for down. And I can't bare that sort of burdon...not anymore. I've let so many people down these last two weeks...I lost to the Axis, I lost to Havok...and normally these things wouldn't happen and I have only myself to blame because they did. I would love for one day to be like Level One and make an excuse for my loss, but there is no excuse for me losing to them...there is no excuse for me choking against those two cock suckers or that retarded goth. I should have punched their lights out, I should have won, but I let them down because of my inability to close the deal. I won't let that happen again...I'm giving this match my all son. I have to train as hard as I can for as long as I can so that I will be prepared for anything that this ass hat can throw at me at One Night in Hell. I won't lose Sunday...I won't lose ever again when there is so much on the line!

Matt nodded his head and sat down next to his father. He felt for his father, it was hard coming back to a new APW, with no clue what had been going on for the past four months, and then even more depressing was the fact that he had found he no longer had what he once had when he left and that he would need to find himself again to clench the deal. His father was close to being the best again, but it would take time, it would take effort, and knowing his father, Matt knew that Pence would not quit until he was back to his old self.

Matt: But what happens, dad...if you do lose?

Pence grinned widely and put his hand on his son's shoulder before saying.

Pence: I hope it doesn't come to that, son. I really don't want to think about what will happen if I lose at this point.

Benny returned with a towel and Madok was also in quick pursuit carrying a bottle of Jack Daniels and smiling broadly. Clearly he had drank a few glasses before coming back and was looking like he was ready to continue. Pence would slip off of the car, dodging the barbed wire as he did and began to stretch. Getting ready for round two. Matt watched closely as his father prepped for another round and then smiled as he saw his father's face. Full of hope and without any desire to back down from the challenge that was going to be placed on him Sunday.


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Paying The Doctor a Visit
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*Doctor's Office, 5 Days Ago*

The scene fades back in with Pence sitting on an examination table, looking around the room as he always did when he got these sort of checkups. There wasn't really anything exciting about these rooms, the air smelled stale, the magazines were out of date, and the wall paper was so plain that it was an eye blight. Pence, however, had to deal with this. Today was his last checkup and if the doctor cleared him, he could go back to his normal training regime after One Night in Hell, and seek a title shot again. The mere thought of going after the gold again sent shivers down his spine. He loved the thrill of the hunt and he loved being the underdog, but right now it all hinged on one decision and a match that was rapidly approaching. If Pence got cleared tonight it would be all fine and dandy, but Pence had one thing he needed to do to reassert his dominance in the APW universe and that was to teach Chris Cyrus a lesson that he would never forget. And that lesson was to never fuck around with the fan base of the APW or to fuck with him. Benny, who was manning the camera, remained silent and did not say a word, he was paying close attention to Pence who seemed to be in such a deep realm of thought that disturbing him right now would not be the best option. Outside the door, Benny could hear Madok talking to one of the nurses. Asking her for her number and telling her a lot about himself. Madok didn't have an off switch, but he was a nice enough guy, and Benny knew that, Pence knew that too and was doing his best to ignore it by keeping his mind busy with thoughts about the match.

He wondered how much it would take to break a man in two, not only physically, but mentally. If he had more time to ponder he would come up with something, but that was not going to be possible as the voice of Doctor Siegfried filled the hallway outside.

Dr. Siegfried: Can I get by, my patient is waiting for me?

Madok: Sure thing, doc? So, how about that date?

The sound of an audible slap filled the hallway outside as Madok quickly followed with a remark.

Madok: I will take that as a no...

As he said that the door to the office opened, revealing a man in his late sixties, with gray hair, a lab coat, and a pair of glasses on his face, he fit the bill of a normal doctor in the sense of the stereotype. The doctor would move over to Pence and look him over real quick before speaking.

Dr. Siegfried: How are you feeling Mr. Weatherlight?

Pence: Never better, doctor.

Dr. Siegfried: Have you been doing the rehabilitation work outs I told you to perform once every day?

Pence: That and then some, doctor.

The doctor walked away from Pence and pulled out a chart from a drawer, he looked over it, deep in thought, and let Pence and Benny sit in the dark for a while. Pence wondered if he was cleared or not, it was taking an awfully long time for the doctor to look over the charts and give him an answer after all. The doctor would look over the charts for a second longer before turning to look at Pence. He would give him a broad grin and then walk back over to him.

Dr. Siegfried: Everything checks out, Mr. Weatherlight. Your arm should be capable of going back to strenuous training. And I am clearing you for One Night in Hell and also I'm wishing you luck, Mr. Weatherlight. My kid is a big fan of you and so am I.

Pence grinned and let out a sigh of relief as he fell back and landed on his back.

Pence: That's a relief doctor, thanks for the good news. I thought there was something wrong with my arm or something.

Dr. Siegfried: No problem, I will leave you guys alone for a while. Would you like me to tell the others the good news?

Pence: Won't be necessary, I will tell them myself.

The doctor nodded and without anything further to add to the situation, would leave Pence, and Benny in the room alone. Benny was grinning widely as Pence sat up from the examination table and jumped off to land on the floor. He stretched his arm and then flexed, he felt empowered, and ready for anything, but he had a lot of time before his match at One Night in Hell, and a lot more training to undergo before he could truly go into it ready for anything.

Pence: Can you do me a favor, Benny?

Benny looked at Pence as Pence began to walk to the door, he opened it, and found Madok was no where to be seen, most likely he was chasing that nurse he had been pursuing earlier.

Benny: What kind of favor, Pence?

Pence: I need you to tell the others that I am going to go training for a while. The next three days to be exact and I will meet them in Tokyo at the airport we already decided we were going to land in.

Benny raised and eyebrow in surprise at Pence and then walked over to him.

Benny: Why exactly are you going off to train alone?

Pence turned his head back over his shoulder to look at Benny and then gave him a weak smile.

Pence: I got some soul searching to do, Benny. I need these three days to myself to be ready for One Night in Hell. So can you please do this for me?

Benny paused for a few seconds and said nothing as he nodded his head weakly.

Benny: Sure thing, but please be there on time, Pence. This match is as important to us as it is to you. We are a team here and we will live or die together come Sunday.

Pence: I know that more than you think I do. Well, take care, and get there in one piece.

Pence walked off into the hallway silently, he did not make a noise as to not disturb anyone else who was paying the doctor a visit. His mind was deep in thought and was going over several different things he would have to do to be one hundred percent ready for Chris Cyrus at One Night in Hell. He passed by Madok who just looked at him weirdly as he walked out the front door into the night air. He hailed a cab just as Madok stepped out to see what going on and quickly got inside, hoping to dodge any questions from his manager as to what was going on.

Cab Driver: Where to?

Pence: The best gym you know of.

The cab driver nodded as he knew exactly where to take Pence to and drove off quite quickly. Madok watched as the cab drove off and shook his head as Benny walked out the front doors and saw Madok.

Benny: Don't worry, he is going to meet us in Tokyo.

Madok glared at Benny and walked past him back into the hospital. Benny continued to stare down the road, wondering if Pence would truly be his old self in three days time in Tokyo.

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I Am Mr. Main Event
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*Tokyo Airport, 2 Days Ago*

Madok: So you sure he is going to be here now? Eh, Benny?

Benny looked down in shame. It was true he had not heard a word from Pence since three days ago and to say the least he was pretty surprised that Pence had not shown up on the first flight to Tokyo or had been there waiting for them when they landed. Instead there was nothing, but the locals and them. Matt, Madok, and himself, all stood dressed in their finest clothes, and waiting on the man who had promised he would be there, but now was no where to be found. Benny didn't think Pence would chicken out, but what if he didn't find his rhythm in those three days? What if Pence had ran like a coward? No, Pence would never do that, he was too much of a man of the people to allow himself to stoop as low as to run in fear of fighting someone he knew he could beat.

Maybe Pence had an accident during training and was in some hospital somewhere? It was possible and they just didn't know.

Madok: You going to tell us why you agreed to this, Benny?

Benny: Because Pence is one of the nicest guys I know and I trusted him to be here.

Madok: Well looks like you placed your money on the wrong fucking horse!

Matt: Hey, chill out! My dad will be here, I know he will.

Madok crossed his arms over his chest and then let out a sigh.

Madok: If that is true, kid...then where is he?

Benny: It doesn't matter where he is. Just have faith.

Madok: Easy for you to say. Jeeze I wish I was as easy going as you guys at least then I would be able buy my own bullshit. Now if you will excuse me? I will be at the bar.

Madok walked off in a tantrum, not believing the situation he had put himself in. He had spent so much money trying to help Pence, but now he was nowhere to be found and it was all because of Benny being such a retard. Matt looked at Benny, but didn't say a word. He shared Madok's concern, but knew better than to doubt his father, and knew that he would be there soon. The fans were expecting him to be there and if he knew his father he would never allow one fan to be disappointed by him not showing up and they had done too much preparation for him to skip town now. That is when the escalator deposited another batch of travelers and among them stood Pence Weatherlight, but it didn't look like the same man who had left the hospital three days ago. This man didn't wear a fancy suit like he had to the hospital, he dressed normally, he wore a t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and some sneakers. He had got a hair cut and looked much younger now, his chin was covered with a bit of facial hair, and the look in his eyes were that of determination, but not the same type as he had a week ago. He now had an air about him, an air of superiority that only champions had, and as he stepped forward fans noticed who it was immediately and rushed over to him, but oddly, Pence walked through them, not answering any questions or signing any autographs. What had changed in the past three days?

Benny: I knew he would show up!

Benny shouted as he watched Pence get nearer and nearer to their location. Matt would take a few steps forward and stand right in front of his father when he got there. For a few seconds Matt said nothing then spoke quietly to his father.

Matt: You had us worried, dad.

Pence: You all shouldn't be worried. Chris should be the one fucking worrying. Benny hail a cab, Matt go with him, I will go get Madok.

Pence didn't even need to second guess where Madok was as he walked passed Benny and Matt, who looked at him in a confused state. Benny was the first to speak up as Pence disappeared toward the bar.

Benny: So I don't even get a hi? Fine then, lets go get a cab, Matt.

Matt nodded his head as he walked away and made one final turn to look at his father who was long gone by now. He shrugged his shoulders and wondered what exactly had changed in his father beside his attitude. Pence would arrive in the bar and look around to see Madok doing shots with a couple of relatively attractive air stewardesses. Pence walked over to Madok who turned to look at Pence and instantly realized that something was different. He stood up and walked over to Pence and stood in front of him.

Pence: Come on, time to go. We have a speech to give to the masses.

Madok: What? A speech? Are you serious? We don't have any time tonight to make a speech, it will have to be tomorrow.

Pence: Alright, set it up then.

Madok nodded his head and turned to look at the ladies, he mouther the words "call me" as Pence dragged him off. The ladies chuckled as Pence and Madok walked off toward the entrance of the airport.

Madok: Talk about cock block, bro.

Madok said in disappointment as Pence grinned and then said.

Pence: Could have been more embarrassing.

Madok stopped and then tapped Pence on the shoulder. Pence would turn to look at him and then Madok would begin to speak.

Madok: Did you find your balls, Pence?

Madok and Pence chuckled as they gave each other a high five.

Pence: Lets just say...Mr. Main Event is back in business.

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Parking Lot Speech
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*Parking Lot at the Tokyo Dome, One Day Ago*

In three days this parking lot would be a battlefield, trash cans would be ablaze, weapons would be scattered around for people to use, and cars would be surrounded by barbed wire, but tonight the atmosphere was different. Fans from all over the world had gathered in the parking lot, sitting on top of their cars, and waiting patiently for Pence to emerge from the limo that had pulled up only ten minutes ago. It had been silent ever since, there had been cheers upon arrival, but now these cheers were replaced with an awkward silence, and confused stares. The left passenger door to the limo opened suddenly as Pence emerged to the sound of people chanting "Weatherlight", "Reaper", and "Main Event" to embrace their hero with their love and passion. Pence would get up on top of the limo and stand on its' roof looking around at all of the fans. A few hundred to be exact, who had shown up at the last minute event that Madok had set up. Pence was quiet and looked out at the fans until the cheering died down.

Pence: Thank you for coming out when you didn't have to.

Pence said kindly as the fans cheered again, all of them could notice familiar traits that Pence had seamlessly dropped since he returned, returning before their eyes. They saw confidence and kindness. Pence continued after the initial cheers died down again.

Pence: I would like to open today to let you know my opponent was right about me.

The fans all looked around at each other and murmured for a bit as Pence shook his head.

Pence: He saw through to my core and tore me apart, he basically called me a has been, and he was right, there was no way that I could have beat him if I had gone in like I had two weeks ago against Havok, there was just no fucking way I would have come out here and beat him. I had no confidence, I had no strength in me to give at this Pay Per View, and I would have most likely fallen at his feet and groveled for mercy.

The fans looked at Pence in bewilderment, they had no clue as to what Pence was getting at, and were slightly disappointed with him right now. He had just admitted that he was nothing after all and with that it made them feel as if they had misplaced their faith.

Pence: He was right....but now he is wrong.

The fans began to murmur again, confused as to what this all meant.

Pence: Four days ago, Chris Cyrus would have beat me without a doubt, but today is a different day, ladies and gentlemen...today is the day Mr. Main Event returns in full to APW, and makes the wicked pay for their injustices, and I am going to start with the bag boy of the Axis of Awesome, Chris Cyrus, in the parking lot from hell match!

The fans cheer as Pence sits down on the edge of the roof of the limo and begins to speak again.

Pence: Chris, you are weak...heh. You think by standing around in a parking lot and getting accustomed to the feel of the parking lot has shifted this match in your favor? Fuck me sideways, not literally Chris, that is like saying I watched Mythbusters, that makes me an expert with explosives. Don't fucking kid yourself. You have to train nimrod, getting psychologically prepped is not even close to being prepared enough for what is coming your way Sunday, because this is not some push over number one contender named Jason Royce you are fighting, this is Mr. Main Event, Pence Weatherlight we are talking about here. I don't care if you are a triple crowned champion, who gives a flying fuck what happened before I came to the APW. I sure as hell don't. The thing is that shit is in the past, this is the now Chris, and in the now you are the weakest piece of shit walking around in the locker room. You are the scum on the bottom of every low lifes' shoe, you know the type of scum you try to scrape off, but stays put no matter how hard you try to scrape it off. That's what you are and also don't fool yourself into feeling that I set this match up in my favor. In all actuality I set this match up to give you an edge, hell if I knew you didn't use weapons, not like I gave a flying fuck about anything you put up on the airwaves for people to watch and gag at or watched any of your fucking matches. I don't need to do anything to know what type of fighter you are because I see your type all the time.

The type that cries and moans for attention and when you get it you get all ballsy and brave. Hell it would explain the temper tantrum you threw after the match was already set up and then as soon as you got that little nudge from Ellie, by the way anyone else notice she was coming on to Cyrus?

The fans all agree as Pence continues.

Pence: Looks like I wasn't the only one. Apparently there is trouble in paradise, eh, Biggs? Anyway, back on subject, after you got that little nudge from her you basically became fucking William Wallace and started metaphorically screaming "FREEDOM!", but you know what happens at the end of Braveheart? Of course not your attention span is the size of a gnats, so I don't expect you to. William Wallace gets killed by the British in front of a bunch of Scottish citizens. And at One Night in Hell as I promised the only way you are going home is in a body bag. This match is not for the feint of heart and only the most extreme may enter and there is no way to prepare for a match like this except by being in a match like this. You can do your homework all you like, but this match is nothing like anything you have ever seen before. So go ahead, do your research, it doesn't change the fact that you are stepping into this match with no clue how it feels to be in a match of this level of intensity. I on the other hand, know exactly what to expect because I, unlike you, have not only been getting psychologically prepped, but have been training non-stop to reach the next level, and let me tell you I am more than prepared to fight you at One Night in Hell as the fans watch from the action-tron or around the parking lot.

Pence pauses as a hand reaches up through the sun roof and hands him a piece of paper. Pence takes it and read the writing on it.

Pence: OH! My bad, I forgot, you have been training, but with Biggs. HAHHAHAHAHAHA!

The fans all begin to laugh as Pence nearly falls off the limo's roof.

Pence: So let me...get this straight. You are being trained by Biggs, a man I may remind you I beat for the Overdrive title, and think that it is enough to prepare you for me! HA! That is like saying you got trained by Betty White to me. Even more reason to say you are fucked come Sunday. I mean Biggs is focusing on his match and I'm pretty sure he has no time for someone like you, and if he does he is wasting precious time on a match that everyone knows the conclusion to. But if he is training you, I guess some form of thanks is in order, since you have practically gift wrapped the company to Jeff if that is the case. What I'm insinuating is, if you haven't caught on Cyrus, is that you need a lot of work if you even want to be put in the same mother fucking category as me, let alone beat me, and no amount of training with Biggs is going to ever put you over me. And as far as me sleeping with anyone to get into the Main Event, you clearly have been out of the loop for some time because I have earned every fucking shot I have ever got. I earned my shots Cyrus, unlike you who have your boss basically trying to throw you into the World Title scene by influence, I gained my shots by wrestling people, and crushing them. Let me refer you to Rasslemania VI for reference since clearly you don't realize how fucking stupid you really are. That's right Cyrus, your boss.

Pence jumps off the limo and lands on his feet, he walks into the middle of the crowd of cars and begins to speak.

Pence: Remember when I said I was gonna start with you, the bag boy of the Axis of Awesome? I meant it. You're a bag boy to them, you're not a wrestler, hell those days are long behind you, I mean when was the last time you held a fucking title, anyway? And I'm not talking about your Xtreme title, because your whole championship reign was one pathetic challenge after another before you finally got a real challenge and then lost it? I don't even have the resources to look back that far, that's how long ago it was. The last time you were even used in the same sentences as championship prospect was last year when you lost your Xtreme Championship to that lame ass Michael Lively. But you know what, keep up your delusions of grandeur because I'm sure that these illusions are just helpful to keep up the charade that you actually matter to this company. I mean in all honesty Cyrus, if you were to quit tomorrow and jump ship to say, an Indy federation, nobody would give a fuck, hell there would be celebration! The only people who would really care would be Biggs and Ellie, Ellie because she wants to jump your bones for some odd reasons, and Biggs because he lost someone to carry his luggage around the country. You are nothing to me Cyrus and you are nothing to the company, but a joke.

The mere concept of you being a challenge to me now just makes me laugh. Maybe a week ago, you would have had a shot, but right now, and forever more...there is no fuckin chance in hell you will beat me. Heh, in hell, get it!? Its a play on words...get it?

The fans are laughing and Pence is holding his hands up in a funny way in a sort of shrug slash, I don't know, sort of way. Pence continues.

Pence: Apparently you don't know, but meh...why the fuck do I care?

The hand reaches through the sun roof with another piece of paper, as Pence looks at it and shakes his head as he grabs it and begins to read.

Pence: OH NOW I GET IT! Apparently he is getting ballsy not only because a woman is actually speaking to him affectionately, but also because he is on a winning streak at One Night in Hell PPVs. I didn't know that, but then again...who gives a fuck? So you beat the AKA? So what. So you beat two gals and buried them alive? So what. None of this intimidates me because for every thing you have done, I have done more. I nearly hung a man, by the way shout out to Gladiator, how is your neck feeling you cocky son of a bitch? I beat Level One in a brutal 60 minute Iron Man Match, a feat that barely anyone believed I could possibly accomplish. And who was among the non-believers? That's right...you! Hell if I remember correctly you predicted my loss, just like you are predicting it now, and look where it got you...no where. But let me make a prediction for you Cyrus...at One Night in hell..you will come in and try to fight me, but in the end you will notice how futile it is, and how many leagues apart we are...and when that happens, you will be utterly crushed like a God damn cockroach.

Because lets face it Cyrus, there is nothing awesome about you, and stealing Biggs' catch phrase is never going to make you as cool as him. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Sorry...couldn't say that with a straight face. Neither of you are awesome. The Axis of Awesome is more like the Axis of Fail because both of you are rather redundant pieces to APW right now. I mean Jeff can easily go over Biggs head, after all he is the President, and Cyrus you are lower than dog excrement because you are Biggs co-gm, which makes you even lower than where Biggs is at! All in all neither of you are going to be in power by Monday morning because both of you are going down on Sunday. Biggs is going to lose all of his power and you are going to be nothing more than an after thought with this company...good thing you signed that contract with ICW because otherwise you would have no where to really go after you are humiliated this Sunday by Mr. Main Event once again! Not like you have anywhere to go now anyway, being the worst triple crown champion in APW history. So you want to be world champion again, then prove to me, and the world you are not just some bag boy by actually growing a pair of nuts and producing a better quality of video because this shit against me....is just not going to fucking fly. Because no one is buying the shit you are selling. Oh and by the way, I never once said I wanted to instantly be thrown back into the Main Event scene. I knew I would have to earn it, unike you who are constantly getting opporunities and falling short. So don't even try to pull that shit on me, you are no where near deserving if you keep dropping the fucking ball. So good night, Cyrus, not that anything good will be good about this night for you, with all the last minute planning you have to do, and I will see you at One Night in Hell where your inevitable demise is waiting. For now folks, that is all I have to say, but tomorrow I will have more. For now, this is Mr. Main Event saying: "Good night ladies and gentlemen, and I hope to see you all at One Night in Hell."

Pence flicks off the camera as the scene bursts to static. The static changes to solid black as the words "Seeya in Hell Cyrus", are splayed across the screen. The scene once again bursts to static.

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