There will be blood (Aces/Punch)

[stelios]

The show comes back from a quick break, and comes to none other then Cory Stelios backstage with Joe Beakman.

I'm here with one of the sickest sons of bitches walking god's green Earth, Cory Stelios. Last week, the GM announced the inception of the Crimson Tide match, a match so outlandishly brutal that no one has even stepped up yet to get into it. And rightly so. My question i...

Cory cuts him off abruptly...

You're damn right no one has stepped up. ANd I doubt anyone in their right frakkin' minds would. Do you have any idea what this match entails, Beakman? The winner is the man who doesn't bleed. A potential 6 men involved. Weapons. No rules. Complete and utter violence. The reason why no one else has stepped up is because no one else has the f**kin' BALLS to step up. You're all a bunch of Prima-Donna metrosexuals who can't stand the idea of having your head caved in by a steel chair, or your flesh set on fire after getting put through a flaming table. So far, it's me, Johnny Aces and Jonny Punch. Aces and Punch beat the crap out of each other for months, but bet your ass they have never stepped in fight with "The Sick F". But we're gonna change that tonight. Last time, I let you two punk bitches off easy. This time, I make a mess of things, including your FACES. I'm callin' you two bitches out, Hardcore style. Triple Threat rules. You bring your sorry sack asses to the ring, and I'll be happy to hand them to you.

Cuz there's 6 million ways for Cory Stelios to kill you. Tonight, I only need one.

With snarling smirk, Cory steps away, Leaving Joe shake his head.

Man, that guy needs a hug. Or a good lay...or SOMETHING.

[punch]

Later on in the show, we see Jonny Punch backstage sitting in...a lawn chair? Surround by a cooler full of beer, empty beer cans and Corona bottles and his trust Kendo stick, Punch was throwing them back like Capri Sun drinks. Fabiola just so happened to be walking by when she stops suddenly to see Punch having his own little party.

Uhm...Punchy, what are you doing?

*Hck* What's it look like I'm doin'? I'm gettin' ready for my match tonight. *Hck*

You're getting ready for your match...by drinking yourself into a mild coma? How the hell does that work?

*Hck* The more I... *BUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRP*...drink, the more numb I get. Deadens the pain of chair shot a lil'.

So you're not in the least bit worried about the comments Cory Stelios made earlier tonight?

FU*K NO I ain't worried about that skull cap wearin' assfart. Stelios is real good with runnin' his damn mouth. But I wrote the book on runnin' off at the mouth. Stelios wants to try and play badass on National TV. What he needs to realize is that this ain't no warehouse in Queens. This is the XW fu*kin' A. And in this town, there's room for only one village nutjob. And you're lookin' at him. As for Aces, I've been *Hck* waitin' for a chance to get back at that cajun dipsh*t for months now. So It's like two birds in one stump...

You mean stone, right?

Stoned? NAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!!! I haven't done that in weeks. Gallas said they were gonna do a piss test on me before X-Games. Why the hell ya' think I been drinkin' so much!!!

Ew...TMI, Jonny.

C'mon Fabs. Live a lil'. Have a beer with me.

I don't drink.

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!! A Mexican that doesn't drink!!! The FU*K is the world comin' to!!!

Uhm...thereare plenty of Mexicans who don't drink. *Rolls eyes* So is this how you're gonna prepare for the Crimson Tide match as well?

Bet your pretty lil' ass I am. If I'm gonna get leaked like a sap tree, I'm damn well gonna be *hck* piss drunk while I'm am. Sure you don't want a beer? I got Coronas.

I'm leaving now, Punchy. Good luck out there tonight.

She continues on her way.

You're a nice lady.

Punch slumps over and nods off in a drunken stupor, and the show rolls on into the next match.