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"Corruption Within the AWF"

July 27, 2002

RP by Rayne

~“Darkness! That is all that could be seen. Nothing more! The many sounds that you heard, however, would drive even the sanest man insane. The cricket constantly chirping was the main sound that could be heard. They sounded like they were right inside your ear! What about the hooting from the God damn owls? What is the point of all of it? Don't they ever shut up? All I wanted was a little peace and quiet, but I can't even get that! However all of the sounds did not come from nature though. Some of them came from man himself. I looked out into the distance and I got chills as I saw the “machines” two eyes staring back at me. Everywhere that I went they were always looking at me. The destruction that they created upon God's green earth was horrendous. I remember as a child standing in this same exact spot, looking in the same exact place, but I did not see what I saw tonight. What I saw then was a beautiful landscape that was filled with green grass, fuzzy rabbits, and the only “monster-like” things that existed were the trees themselves. Now what do I see besides the darkness? A giant pit of everlasting wonder is what I saw. Was it all meant to go down like this? I think not but it happened anyways. Will it ever be the same again? Probably not but hopefully it will! What is the cause of all this massive destruction that is happening in today's society? I can sum it up in one little word, CORRUPTION!

Corruption is everywhere. There is no escaping its grasp. It's just like a quicksand pit. The harder that you try to escapes its clutches, the faster that you will sink to your everlasting demise. So why do we even try to escape? I mean why don't we just give up and say, “Fuck it! Corruption has won and there is not a damn thing that we can do about it!”? Most of us in today's society already have, but there are a few out there that are still fighting the struggle. Yes, I said a few!

If you think back through time and actually try to think about all the corruption that has taken place, then you will still be thinking about it a week from now! Don't you see that that is a lot of damn corruption? People didn't care, at least the people that knew about all the damn corruption. Most of the people didn't know, but the ones who actually did were the ones doing all the corrupting! So of course they are not going to fucking care!

Frederick Lewis Allen, in his social history during the period of the Great Depression wrote:

`The official statistics at the day gave the volume of trading as 16,410,030 shares, but no one knows how many sales went unrecorded in the yelling scramble to sell. There are those who believe that the true volume may have been twenty or even twenty-five million. Big and small, insiders and outsiders, the high-riders of the Big Ball Market were being cleaned out: the erstwhile millionaire and his chauffeur, the all-powerful pool operator and his suckers, the chairman of the board with his two-thousand shares holding and the assistant bookkeeper with his ten-share holding, the bank president and his stenographer…. The disaster, which had taken place, may be summed up in a single statistic. In a few short weeks it had blown into thin air thirty billion dollars - a sum almost as great as the entire cost of the United States' participation in the (first) World War, and nearly twice as great as the entire national debt.'

Seventy-three years later we have the same exact thing happen, first with the Enron™ scandals and then with the Martha Stewart and WorldCom™ scandals. All of which are still being investigated! If these things that I just mentioned aren't corruption within the system, then strike me down right here on the spot.

What about all the fucking corruption within the damn churches these days? I mean, when a child is so damn scared that he or she doesn't want to go to church, then you know that something is fucked up! Protestantism is the religion that formed me, fundamentalist Protestantism. But I am letting it go and do not plan to attend another Protestant church. Protestantism has more corrupt presentations denominationally than Rome has in official presentations to the world, although all the corruptions of Protestantism can be found unannounced in Catholicism. Did you ever notice that it was the Catholic priests that is the main corruption under God's eyes? It is the Catholics that take more innocent boys, bend them over God's benches, and physically “abuse” them faster than Michael Jackson did five years ago.

People ask me “Why do you say the things that you do? Why are you so blunt about sacred stuff like Religion, Politics, and etc.?” I simply reply with a simple sentence which is Because I can. You see I use to be nice and humble but after what my father did, there is no time to nice and humble. I have to get all this aggression that is bottled up inside of me out. Unfortunately, I do not get it out in the proper manner. I take my anger and aggression out in an outrageous manner. I am pretty fucked in the head but it does not matter anymore. I mean who really cares what really goes on inside my head? Honesty can you tell me

that you do? I didn't think so!

My father is a corrupted individual. He is fucked up more in the head than I am! The son of a bitch let power and money get to him. It caused him to snap one day in his own bedroom, and for what? Fame? Fortune? Or just for the hell of it? It doesn't really matter why he did, because he is a dead individual. He is what the gothic world calls, the `walking-dead.'”~

It was a dark and gloomy night. The fog had rolled in and you could not see three feet in front of you. The air was thin and everyone was having a hard time breathing. You could smell the familiar smell of rain approaching and it was approaching very swiftly. The wind was picking up. The crisp breeze was turning into a harsh disturbance of wind. The trees were beginning to “dance” in the wind. The storm was just mere minutes away. Everyone was beginning to find a safe place to go until the storm passed over. Some were going into the basements of their homes, others were going to into the underground fortresses that they called storm shelters.

Just then BOOM! The sound of the thunder crackling through the thin air entered the ears of thousands and sent chills up their spines. Moments later the flash of the lightning struck the ground with such heat and energy, that children were now huddling in corners and crying. It was here; the storm of the century had now hit the entire community. People had been warned for days to be ready for it. They were told that it was a brewing. Some of the older stubborn people did not listen but they paid for it as the rain began to plaster them. They were trying to find a safe place to hide but there was no where to go. The pelting rain felt like thousands of BB's hitting your skin all at once. It was not a pretty sight or feeling.

As the camera pans around outside at the hellacious sight that Mother Nature is providing us with, we see something out of the ordinary. One single individual is standing in the middle of the street. He is not trying to get out of the storm's way. He is just simply standing there. He is standing there with his arms out to his side and he is looking up towards the Heavens as if he is saying “Why?”. No one could really believe that he was standing out there. Why would he want to? There is an estimate of seventy-three people a year that are killed. Not to mention the fact that three hundred are injured. Did he not know that there is a 1 in 700,000 chance that he could be struck by the lightning around him? Or did he care? Obviously he was proving a point, or either trying to commit suicide! As we sit here and watch him he begins to turn in circles in the middle of the street. His clothes are drenched and his hair is falling in his face. He then looks down from the sky and he spots us watching him. He puts his arms down by his side and he begins to walks toward the room that we are in. The door slowly creeks open and we hear another hellacious BOOM from the damn thunder. We jump of course. He walks in and he looks flat out evil. This is something that we are not use to seeing from him. When we looked at him face to face, we could tell that there was something on his mind. He stepped in and closed the door behind him. The water that was dripping off his body was puddling up under him at the door. We looked at his face and it looked like he hadn't slept in days. There were real dark spots under his eyes, just another sign of the lack of sleep from the man. His eyes were blood shot. Not the kind of blood shot eyes that you get when you sit there for hours toking up on a huge fatty, but the kind of blood shot eyes that you get from lack of sleep. Again it was another sign! There was no smile but only a confused but serious look upon his face.

Rayne: “I hate fucking corruption! Man do I ever hate it! If we could destroy all the corrupted people in the world then the world would be such a better place. There is one particular individual that I am talking about. He comes from none other than the Anarchist Wrestling Federation, The Phantom Lord. Phantom, you seem to be awfully quiet after all that has been said. I thought that after I told the world about you and your little closet secret that you would have something to say, but obviously I was wrong. I guess that is what I get for thinking! Surely Phantom you have something to say. I mean I deserve a `fuck you' or at least `thank you' for letting everyone know that you are jumping ship. You are too damn quiet. You are planning something, maybe a session to elope? It all makes sense now that I think about it Phantom. You plan a car accident on the night that you are supposed to get married to Ms. Ashley Minnion. Think about it Phantom! Are you remembering it now? So then they say that you “died” which really meant you left the country for a while so that you could figure out your sexuality. You then suddenly come back to life and you want nothing to do with Ms. Minnion. I wonder why? Maybe its because you are gay! You are not fooling anyone.

Enough about you sexuality now. You seem to be hiding and it is really pissing me off. Phantom you have something that I want. That little international title of yours is what I want. This Sunday I will get it. You came “back from the dead” to give the belt some prestige but I haven't seen you defend it once. It seems to me that you are all talk with no action. There may be action but like I said, that is for another show. You are nothing but a hypocrite Phantom. You said that you were going to give the International title some class but you are turning out to be like your fellow friend Havoc, nothing more than a little scared schoolgirl.

A couple of weeks ago, you beat your brother Slayer for the number one contendership. Surprisingly you won! You see you are so stuck up Jake McGinnity's ass (literally) that you get whatever the fuck you want. So he was like…(in moaning voice) `Oh Phantom, you can have a world title match with Rayne at the PPV whenever you want baby!' But you are not as smart as you think you are. I pulled some strings to and I didn't have to fuck the staff to do it. I had Randy Jacks make the match a title vs title match. That way, I get a chance to get your belt and still be the best damn wrestler the Anarchist Wrestling Federation has ever saw or will ever see!

You claim that we have met in the ring before, but you are sadly mistaken. Phantom, this will be our very first meeting and my first win against you come Sunday at Hell's Heat! I can not wait to drop the Acid Drop on your ass and as you look up at the lights, wondering what the fuck just happened to your ass, I will be walking away with my second title in the AWF. That is just another title that is coming over to `The New Breed™', which will still make us the most dominant group in the AWF.

The Phantom Lord, the most corrupted individual in the Anarchist Wrestling Federation. Phantom at one time you were a fan favorite. You may have not wanted to be but the fans cheered you on. It goes back to the great feud between you and then now departed Tyger. They cheered you on when you were losing the match. They cheered Tyger on when he was losing the match. That is the way it is supposed to be but then you were corrupted. The fans no longer cheer you. They boo you! You let the fame, fortune, and the glory of being one of the Anarchist Wrestling Federation's top superstars get to your head. Then you claim that after your so-called `accident' you now work for the dark side. That is why you must be eliminated on Sunday. Not because you work for the so-called dark side, but because you turned your back on everyone and became corrupted. You could have won a title shot the right way and actually worked your ass off for it, but you used your corruptive ways and got yourself a title shot by fucking over a member of the staff. That is the only reason that you are facing me on Sunday.

I want you to know that after I beat you on Sunday Phantom for the AWF International Championship, that I will be coming after the Interfed World Heavyweight Championship. Like I said before, the only reason that you have the title is because it was handed to you because I did not show up for the match. You ask why I didn't show up for the match and I simply will tell that it was not that important. The only reason that I will be going after the Interfed World Heavyweight Championship is for the publicity. That is right, I will become the first triple champion with the AWF™ or DMCW™. It will then be added to the record books. You know what, I want to show you something. Follow me!”

Rayne walks back outside. It has now stopped raining and people are finally beginning to walk back outside. You can tell the damage that the storm did right off the bat. Power poles are down, telephone poles are down, trees are in the road, on top of houses, and on the top of cars. Houses are flooded from all of the water that collected in the streets. Cars are almost completely submerged underwater. Rayne simply ignores all of the damages and he begins to force his way through the water. The camera crew begins to follow and they are very careful because they are carrying thousands of dollars worth of equipment. I am sure they would not want to face Randy Jacks if they “accidentally” dropped a fifty thousand-dollar camera in the water. Rayne climbs inside his Chevrolet Avalanche™ and turns the ignition over. The SUV/Truck immediately cranks up. The crew climb in the back and they head off, trudging through the water. They seem to drive for what seems like hours. They finally arrive at their destination. We notice where we are. We are at The Vortex Enterprises™. Not just at The Vortex Enterprises™, but at The Vortex Hall of Fame!™ Rayne gets out of the Chevrolet Avalanche™ and he proceeds to go inside The Vortex Hall of Fame™ and the camera crew follows.

Rayne: “Look at this place! A place that was built by the wrestling genius himself, the late but great Shane Capps. That man did not have a corrupted bone in his body. He built this place to honor those special superstars that were the absolute best that any federation covered under The Vortex™ had to offer. Three names were chosen as possible inductees and those three men were inducted just a few weeks ago. Mr. Camera Man, zoom in on those names right there. What does that first name say right there? Yeah that name right there, you know, the very first person inducted into The Vortex Hall of Fame!™ Well what does that name say?”

Camera man: “Rayne sir!”

Rayne: “Exactly! Phantom, you claim that you are the best out there, but I do not see you in this sacred place do I? That is what I thought. You claim that you are the best wrestler out of AWF™ and DMCW™, well here is a news flash for you TPL! I am the best wrestler out of AWF™, DMCW™, XHWF™, IwA™, IW™, and the IWXCW™. This belt right here says I am. I was the very first Vortex World Wrestling Championship Series™ Champion. You will never have the honor of saying that!

You are in your own little dream world Phantom. Somehow you keep telling yourself that you are a good wrestler but I wish that you would quit lying to yourself. Didn't your mother ever tell you that lying would get your ass whooped? Phantom I am not your mother (thank God) but I will whoop your ass on Sunday! You will get your ass whooped faster than the Vietnamese did during your struggle in the Vietnam War! Oh wait, I'm not suppose to mention anything about that was I? It brings back to many painful and disgusting memories doesn't it. I bet you want someone to hold you while you suck your thumb and rock back and forth while those damn flashbacks run through your little mind! You would have never been over there Phantom if these damn Presidents of the United States weren't so damn corrupted. But who cares. You went and killed a couple of people blah blah blah… Something like that anyway. Phantom I took the liberty of writing you a little poem.

`The Phantom Lord's Demise'

I woke up this morning and I wondered why,

I had to start planning for Phantom Lord's Demise.

I have to face him at AWF's Hell Heat

It's title vs title and he will taste defeat.

He thinks just because he has a couple of wins here and there

That I will give him respect or that I actually care!

I do not care who you are or what you have did,

I do not ever care about the “lifestyle” that you live!

All I care about is winning the match,

Then slowly my titles will become a batch!

The fans use to wonder what you did and why,

You were a fan favorite and then you became a corrupted guy!

I do not understand why you turned against the fans,

They made you what you are, they extended their hands!

Obviously fan support doesn't matter to you,

That is one reason that you are going to lose.

I am the AWF World Heavyweight Champ,

You can send that in a letter and mark it with a stamp!

I can not wait until Sunday night,

Where The Phantom Lord will finally meet his demise.

I am too much to handle Phantom, you know that its true.

I have been sent on a mission, out to destroy you.

When you lose Phantom, do not bitch and cry,

Just know that you were the unlucky guy.

That had to face my wrath and my aggression

Which will send your ass back into depression.

If you are smart and if you are wise,

You will know that you have met your demise!

I will get inside your head and I will drive you insane,

And then you will fell the pain of the Acid Rayne!

Phantom enjoy you last couple of days as the International Champion because on Sunday your title reign is over!”


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All I wanted was a little peace and quiet, but I can't even get that! However all of the sounds did not come from nature though. Some of them came from man himself. I looked out into the distance and I got chills as I saw the “machines” two eyes staring back at me. Everywhere that I went they were always looking at me. The destruction that they created upon God's green earth was horrendous. I remember as a child standing in this same exact spot, looking in the same exact place, but I did not see what I saw tonight. What I saw then was a beautiful landscape that was filled with green grass, fuzzy rabbits, and the only “monster-like” things that existed were the trees themselves. Now what do I see besides the darkness? A giant pit of everlasting wonder is what I saw. Was it all meant to go down like this? I think not but it happened anyways. Will it ever be the same again? Probably not but hopefully it will! What is the cause of all this massive destruction that is happening in today's society? I can sum it up in one little word, CORRUPTION! Corruption is everywhere. There is no escaping its grasp. It's just like a quicksand pit. The harder that you try to escapes its clutches, the faster that you will sink to your everlasting demise. So why do we even try to escape? I mean why don't we just give up and say, “Fuck it! Corruption has won and there is not a damn thing that we can do about it!”? Most of us in today's society already have, but there are a few out there that are still fighting the struggle. Yes, I said a few! If you think back through time and actually try to think about all the corruption that has taken place, then you will still be thinking about it a week from now! Don't you see that that is a lot of damn corruption? People didn't care, at least the people that knew about all the damn corruption. Most of the people didn't know, but the ones who actually did were the ones doing all the corrupting! So of course they are not going to fucking care! Frederick Lewis Allen, in his social history during the period of the Great Depression wrote: `The official statistics at the day gave the volume of trading as 16,410,030 shares, but no one knows how many sales went unrecorded in the yelling scramble to sell. There are those who believe that the true volume may have been twenty or even twenty-five million. Big and small, insiders and outsiders, the high-riders of the Big Ball Market were being cleaned out: the erstwhile millionaire and his chauffeur, the all-powerful pool operator and his suckers, the chairman of the board with his two-thousand shares holding and the assistant bookkeeper with his ten-share holding, the bank president and his stenographer…. The disaster, which had taken place, may be summed up in a single statistic. In a few short weeks it had blown into thin air thirty billion dollars - a sum almost as great as the entire cost of the United States' participation in the (first) World War, and nearly twice as great as the entire national debt.' Seventy-three years later we have the same exact thing happen, first with the Enron™ scandals and then with the Martha Stewart and WorldCom™ scandals. All of which are still being investigated! If these things that I just mentioned aren't corruption within the system, then strike me down right here on the spot. What about all the fucking corruption within the damn churches these days? I mean, when a child is so damn scared that he or she doesn't want to go to church, then you know that something is fucked up! Protestantism is the religion that formed me, fundamentalist Protestantism. But I am letting it go and do not plan to attend another Protestant church. Protestantism has more corrupt presentations denominationally than Rome has in official presentations to the world, although all the corruptions of Protestantism can be found unannounced in Catholicism. Did you ever notice that it was the Catholic priests that is the main corruption under God's eyes? It is the Catholics that take more innocent boys, bend them over God's benches, and physically “abuse” them faster than Michael Jackson did five years ago. People ask me “Why do you say the things that you do? Why are you so blunt about sacred stuff like Religion, Politics, and etc.?” I simply reply with a simple sentence which is Because I can. You see I use to be nice and humble but after what my father did, there is no time to nice and humble. I have to get all this aggression that is bottled up inside of me out. Unfortunately, I do not get it out in the proper manner. I take my anger and aggression out in an outrageous manner. I am pretty fucked in the head but it does not matter anymore. I mean who really cares what really goes on inside my head? Honesty can you tell me that you do? I didn't think so! My father is a corrupted individual. He is fucked up more in the head than I am! The son of a bitch let power and money get to him. It caused him to snap one day in his own bedroom, and for what? Fame? Fortune? Or just for the hell of it? It doesn't really matter why he did, because he is a dead individual. He is what the gothic world calls, the `walking-dead.'”~ It was a dark and gloomy night. The fog had rolled in and you could not see three feet in front of you. The air was thin and everyone was having a hard time breathing. You could smell the familiar smell of rain approaching and it was approaching very swiftly. The wind was picking up. The crisp breeze was turning into a harsh disturbance of wind. The trees were beginning to “dance” in the wind. The storm was just mere minutes away. Everyone was beginning to find a safe place to go until the storm passed over. Some were going into the basements of their homes, others were going to into the underground fortresses that they called storm shelters. Just then BOOM! The sound of the thunder crackling through the thin air entered the ears of thousands and sent chills up their spines. Moments later the flash of the lightning struck the ground with such heat and energy, that children were now huddling in corners and crying. It was here; the storm of the century had now hit the entire community. People had been warned for days to be ready for it. They were told that it was a brewing. Some of the older stubborn people did not listen but they paid for it as the rain began to plaster them. They were trying to find a safe place to hide but there was no where to go. The pelting rain felt like thousands of BB's hitting your skin all at once. It was not a pretty sight or feeling. As the camera pans around outside at the hellacious sight that Mother Nature is providing us with, we see something out of the ordinary. One single individual is standing in the middle of the street. He is not trying to get out of the storm's way. He is just simply standing there. He is standing there with his arms out to his side and he is looking up towards the Heavens as if he is saying “Why?”. No one could really believe that he was standing out there. Why would he want to? There is an estimate of seventy-three people a year that are killed. Not to mention the fact that three hundred are injured. Did he not know that there is a 1 in 700,000 chance that he could be struck by the lightning around him? Or did he care? Obviously he was proving a point, or either trying to commit suicide! As we sit here and watch him he begins to turn in circles in the middle of the street. His clothes are drenched and his hair is falling in his face. He then looks down from the sky and he spots us watching him. He puts his arms down by his side and he begins to walks toward the room that we are in. The door slowly creeks open and we hear another hellacious BOOM from the damn thunder. We jump of course. He walks in and he looks flat out evil. This is something that we are not use to seeing from him. When we looked at him face to face, we could tell that there was something on his mind. He stepped in and closed the door behind him. The water that was dripping off his body was puddling up under him at the door. We looked at his face and it looked like he hadn't slept in days. There were real dark spots under his eyes, just another sign of the lack of sleep from the man. His eyes were blood shot. Not the kind of blood shot eyes that you get when you sit there for hours toking up on a huge fatty, but the kind of blood shot eyes that you get from lack of sleep. Again it was another sign! There was no smile but only a confused but serious look upon his face. Rayne: “I hate fucking corruption! Man do I ever hate it! If we could destroy all the corrupted people in the world then the world would be such a better place. There is one particular individual that I am talking about. He comes from none other than the Anarchist Wrestling Federation, The Phantom Lord. Phantom, you seem to be awfully quiet after all that has been said. I thought that after I told the world about you and your little closet secret that you would have something to say, but obviously I was wrong. I guess that is what I get for thinking! Surely Phantom you have something to say. I mean I deserve a `fuck you' or at least `thank you' for letting everyone know that you are jumping ship. You are too damn quiet. You are planning something, maybe a session to elope? It all makes sense now that I think about it Phantom. You plan a car accident on the night that you are supposed to get married to Ms. Ashley Minnion. Think about it Phantom! Are you remembering it now? So then they say that you “died” which really meant you left the country for a while so that you could figure out your sexuality. You then suddenly come back to life and you want nothing to do with Ms. Minnion. I wonder why? Maybe its because you are gay! You are not fooling anyone. Enough about you sexuality now. You seem to be hiding and it is really pissing me off. Phantom you have something that I want. That little international title of yours is what I want. This Sunday I will get it. You came “back from the dead” to give the belt some prestige but I haven't seen you defend it once. It seems to me that you are all talk with no action. There may be action but like I said, that is for another show. You are nothing but a hypocrite Phantom. You said that you were going to give the International title some class but you are turning out to be like your fellow friend Havoc, nothing more than a little scared schoolgirl. A couple of weeks ago, you beat your brother Slayer for the number one contendership. Surprisingly you won! You see you are so stuck up Jake McGinnity's ass (literally) that you get whatever the fuck you want. So he was like…(in moaning voice) `Oh Phantom, you can have a world title match with Rayne at the PPV whenever you want baby!' But you are not as smart as you think you are. I pulled some strings to and I didn't have to fuck the staff to do it. I had Randy Jacks make the match a title vs title match. That way, I get a chance to get your belt and still be the best damn wrestler the Anarchist Wrestling Federation has ever saw or will ever see! You claim that we have met in the ring before, but you are sadly mistaken. Phantom, this will be our very first meeting and my first win against you come Sunday at Hell's Heat! I can not wait to drop the Acid Drop on your ass and as you look up at the lights, wondering what the fuck just happened to your ass, I will be walking away with my second title in the AWF. That is just another title that is coming over to `The New Breed™', which will still make us the most dominant group in the AWF. The Phantom Lord, the most corrupted individual in the Anarchist Wrestling Federation. Phantom at one time you were a fan favorite. You may have not wanted to be but the fans cheered you on. It goes back to the great feud between you and then now departed Tyger. They cheered you on when you were losing the match. They cheered Tyger on when he was losing the match. That is the way it is supposed to be but then you were corrupted. The fans no longer cheer you. They boo you! You let the fame, fortune, and the glory of being one of the Anarchist Wrestling Federation's top superstars get to your head. Then you claim that after your so-called `accident' you now work for the dark side. That is why you must be eliminated on Sunday. Not because you work for the so-called dark side, but because you turned your back on everyone and became corrupted. You could have won a title shot the right way and actually worked your ass off for it, but you used your corruptive ways and got yourself a title shot by fucking over a member of the staff. That is the only reason that you are facing me on Sunday. I want you to know that after I beat you on Sunday Phantom for the AWF International Championship, that I will be coming after the Interfed World Heavyweight Championship. Like I said before, the only reason that you have the title is because it was handed to you because I did not show up for the match. You ask why I didn't show up for the match and I simply will tell that it was not that important. The only reason that I will be going after the Interfed World Heavyweight Championship is for the publicity. That is right, I will become the first triple champion with the AWF™ or DMCW™. It will then be added to the record books. You know what, I want to show you something. Follow me!” Rayne walks back outside. It has now stopped raining and people are finally beginning to walk back outside. You can tell the damage that the storm did right off the bat. Power poles are down, telephone poles are down, trees are in the road, on top of houses, and on the top of cars. Houses are flooded from all of the water that collected in the streets. Cars are almost completely submerged underwater. Rayne simply ignores all of the damages and he begins to force his way through the water. The camera crew begins to follow and they are very careful because they are carrying thousands of dollars worth of equipment. I am sure they would not want to face Randy Jacks if they “accidentally” dropped a fifty thousand-dollar camera in the water. Rayne climbs inside his Chevrolet Avalanche™ and turns the ignition over. The SUV/Truck immediately cranks up. The crew climb in the back and they head off, trudging through the water. They seem to drive for what seems like hours. They finally arrive at their destination. We notice where we are. We are at The Vortex Enterprises™. Not just at The Vortex Enterprises™, but at The Vortex Hall of Fame!™ Rayne gets out of the Chevrolet Avalanche™ and he proceeds to go inside The Vortex Hall of Fame™ and the camera crew follows. Rayne: “Look at this place! A place that was built by the wrestling genius himself, the late but great Shane Capps. That man did not have a corrupted bone in his body. He built this place to honor those special superstars that were the absolute best that any federation covered under The Vortex™ had to offer. Three names were chosen as possible inductees and those three men were inducted just a few weeks ago. Mr. Camera Man, zoom in on those names right there. What does that first name say right there? Yeah that name right there, you know, the very first person inducted into The Vortex Hall of Fame!™ Well what does that name say?” Camera man: “Rayne sir!” Rayne: “Exactly! Phantom, you claim that you are the best out there, but I do not see you in this sacred place do I? That is what I thought. You claim that you are the best wrestler out of AWF™ and DMCW™, well here is a news flash for you TPL! I am the best wrestler out of AWF™, DMCW™, XHWF™, IwA™, IW™, and the IWXCW™. This belt right here says I am. I was the very first Vortex World Wrestling Championship Series™ Champion. You will never have the honor of saying that! You are in your own little dream world Phantom. Somehow you keep telling yourself that you are a good wrestler but I wish that you would quit lying to yourself. Didn't your mother ever tell you that lying would get your ass whooped? Phantom I am not your mother (thank God) but I will whoop your ass on Sunday! You will get your ass whooped faster than the Vietnamese did during your struggle in the Vietnam War! Oh wait, I'm not suppose to mention anything about that was I? It brings back to many painful and disgusting memories doesn't it. I bet you want someone to hold you while you suck your thumb and rock back and forth while those damn flashbacks run through your little mind! You would have never been over there Phantom if these damn Presidents of the United States weren't so damn corrupted. But who cares. You went and killed a couple of people blah blah blah… Something like that anyway. Phantom I took the liberty of writing you a little poem. `The Phantom Lord's Demise' I woke up this morning and I wondered why, I had to start planning for Phantom Lord's Demise. I have to face him at AWF's Hell Heat It's title vs title and he will taste defeat. He thinks just because he has a couple of wins here and there That I will give him respect or that I actually care! I do not care who you are or what you have did, I do not ever care about the “lifestyle” that you live! All I care about is winning the match, Then slowly my titles will become a batch! The fans use to wonder what you did and why, You were a fan favorite and then you became a corrupted guy! I do not understand why you turned against the fans, They made you what you are, they extended their hands! Obviously fan support doesn't matter to you, That is one reason that you are going to lose. I am the AWF World Heavyweight Champ, You can send that in a letter and mark it with a stamp! I can not wait until Sunday night, Where The Phantom Lord will finally meet his demise. I am too much to handle Phantom, you know that its true. I have been sent on a mission, out to destroy you. When you lose Phantom, do not bitch and cry, Just know that you were the unlucky guy. That had to face my wrath and my aggression Which will send your ass back into depression. If you are smart and if you are wise, You will know that you have met your demise! I will get inside your head and I will drive you insane, And then you will fell the pain of the Acid Rayne! Phantom enjoy you last couple of days as the International Champion because on Sunday your title reign is over!”