Shawn Fucking Blade. First he attacks Wolf Heathen with a baseball bat, taking the Hardcore title and THEN he fucking BRAGS about it. Jesus this guy is dense. Or he thinks he’s getting under Wolf’s skin. In reality all he’s doing is bashing those nails into his own coffin. But I suppose he has a right to run his mouth since he actually accomplished something, unlike a lot of others around here.  Consider Shawn Blade a dying sun. He’s going to burn out on an epic scale. Wolf Heathen will be the black hole that’s left. Devouring all. Shawn wants to show these bitches how it’s done?  Spectacular. It’s a very real possibility neither of them will be walking away from this match…

WBW comes back from a commercial to some kind of commotion backstage. It seems as though Wolf Heathen was taking out some aggression after spotting Shawn Blade walking down the hall, most likely from finishing his gloating. Wolf grinned and noticed a large Rig Case against the wall which probably held all sorts of heavy duty lighting rigs for various purposes. It was on wheels and big enough to duck behind for a moment as he waited for Shawn to get closer. He was also holding what looked like a crowbar. After some effort, Wolf managed to push the case at the passing Blade, pinning him against the wall in a less than pleasant fashion.

“Hey. Oh, man. I didn’t see you there. Fuck that looks awful heavy.”

Wolf laughed as he watched Shawn try to push the rig away. While he was doing that, Wolf straightened up and brandished the crowbar quickly, hitting Shawn in the back with it. He laughed as Shawn fell to the floor and walked over to him. He stood behind him for a moment before leaning down and placing the crowbar across Shawn’s throat. Wolf pulled back on it with a sneer on his lips, hearing choking noises and ignoring his own injuries the best he could. Fuck if he was going to let Shawn get to that match unscathed. This way they’d be even. They’d both have weaknesses to exploit. Satisfied that he did what he intended, Wolf let him go and stood up straight again. He smirked at Shawn on the ground and hit the rig with the crowbar a few times.

“You’re completely wrong by the way. I’m not angry. Just fucking irritated. You want to show these maggots what a real match is? You got it….”

Apparently the little scuffle had got the attention of none other than the Riot General Manager herself, Damia Astaroth. Damia stood there with her hands to the side gesturing in a ‘what the fuck’ fashion. She wasn’t about to let this match take place here. No fucking way.

“What the shit is this? Seriously? Are you fucking kidding? Save it for the ring, asshole. Get out of here.”

Wolf glared at her for a moment before scoffing and laughing quietly. THIS BITCH. Great. He shrugged a bit and looked down at Shawn, who was writhing slowly on the ground.

“He fucking started it.”

Damia rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“What are you, five?  You’ll have plenty of time to beat the fuck out of each other. Knock off the shit.”

Wolf grinned defiantly, twirling the crowbar around for a moment before holding it out to the side and dropping it onto Shawn who groaned quietly. Wolf sighed a bit before taking a few steps towards her. Whispering to her as he walked by

“Cunt.”

Damia nodded and turned her head a bit to watch him leave, noticing a few security guards just standing around..

“Dick.”

She started yelling at the guards while the camera followed Wolf Heathen down the hall, his growling laughter echoing as the scene faded slowly into the next segment. Some weak diva special or something, I wasn’t paying attention. Anyway, a few minutes later it looks like we’re going to get some answers as to what exactly Wolf was trying to accomplish.

The cameras zoomed out slowly on a pretty satisfied looking Wolf Heathen to reveal the more than reluctant interviewer, Amy Fischer. She hadn’t exactly had the best rapport with The Devil’s Knight, but he seemed to be pre occupied, thinking of the match no doubt.

“Care to tell us what that was all about? I mean, you said you weren’t angry but that was the complete opposite of what we just saw…”

Wolf shook his head for a moment. Obviously he wasn’t really expecting her to get it. But for the sake of conversation he’d elaborate a bit.

“That was all about making sure that we’re both on the same level. There was a bigger purpose than just retaliation. But that was part of it too. I wasn’t about to let that little scumbag get away with what he did. I admit, he’s got balls. But I’m not so sure about the brains part. I could have just given him a ridiculous concussion, but then throwing a ladder at his face wouldn’t be as much fun. Oh, also. Don’t EVER touch what is mine. I can see attacking me, but Elisabeth really had nothing to do with this. So, fuck you for being an idiot, Shawn. I’ll make sure she’s out there. Not because I need her there, but so she can enjoy your agony in person.”

Amy continued, getting a bit more bold.

“So, you’ve got some pretty serious wrap going on there, how do you think that’s going to effect your performance?”

The “wrap” she was referring to were bandages around his ribs, courtesy of Shawn Blade. Wolf glared at her for a moment before answering.

“ Well, I’m sure I won’t being doing any back flips or anything. But I’ll work with it. It’s not like the pain is off putting. I enjoy it. It has a focusing effect, really. So, to answer your question, I’ll use it in my favor. I’ll make sure this match is everything it should be. Heinous. Atrocious and vicious.”

“Is it upsetting that the match was originally to defend the Hardcore title, but now it’s to regain it from Shawn Blade, who took…”

“I get it. Everyone saw what happened. Shut the fuck up. It’s a minor setback, but it will be dealt with as if it was the end of the world. Because in all reality, Shawn Blade isn’t going to just lay back and think that because he beat me once it will happen again. If he does he truly is Fucking Crazy.”

Amy was about to ask another question before she was rudely cut off.

“Great is that it? Are we done? Good. There’s only a couple of days left until the end of Shawn’s world and I plan on using that time constructively. If you’ll excuse me, there’s fire that needs to be played with.”

Wolf Heathen grinned and took his leave towards his locker room. Probably to play with said fire and Elisabeth Adams. And do whatever it is they do when no one’s watching….I shudder at the thought.