Securing the Scene

Till Death Do Us Part
June 29, 2003
Starring: Fiend
Writer: Justin Voss

Fiend was standing in the parking lot with three security guards who all stood in a line. The Archetype of Evil paced back and forth in front of them, not even making eye contact with the trio of rent-a-cops.

He stopped and looked at the area around him.

"Think you can guard this from everyone and everything?" he asked them simply.

The first two nodded and the third shrugged saying "I guess".

Fiend look up at them with that sick grin on his face the hardcore Fiend fans had grown to love. The fans in the arena knew that Fiend would be trying to finish off Rich's, Sharc's, life tonight.

"You know what this fight means to me, don't you?"

They stare at Fiend, one and two stare at one another trying to figure out whether or not they should guess or if it were a rhetorical question. Fiend just continued speaking.

"It means I get to rid Action! Wrestling of this imbecile, Sharc. This hardcore moron who thinks that all there is to getting a belt around your waist is a steel chair and a high spot."

Fiend chuckled to himself, making the guards uneasy.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. And the only way to get through to people like that is to get on their level to explain yourself. Stupify if you will. MmmHmmm. That's right. Stupify yourself. Well, the best I could culminate to was a knife fight. And that's not really out of my business to get nasty with a blade."

One of the guards giggled nervously, Fiend looked up at them.

"Listen in; no cops. I see a cop and I will get all three of you. I promise you. I will fuck you up so bad that it'll take an army of dentists to sort through your dental records to match one tooth, capische?"

They all nodded immediately.

"No fucking cops."

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