The scene opens up with a shot of a packed HWA House Show arena. It's Monday night and the people can feel the tension in the air, as they know that their favorite weekly show is about to go on air. Suddenly the popular Chinga Tu Madre starts blaring over the PA system. Video footage of Carribean Beach Parties can be seen on the videoscreen, but they are soon interrupted by flashes and a devil's face of fire zooming across the screen. Soon two names can be seen, flashing in on the screen in a continously faster getting frequence, it's...

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... and once again the fans in attendance errupt in incredibly loud boos. Cecilia appears at the portal, waving to the fans, blowing kisses to them and showing herself from her angel side. She walks about halfway down the aisle, stops, and turns back to the entrance ramp. With a loud bang and white and yellow pyros going off all around the portal, Esteban steps through the curtains, wearing his usual wrestling gear. He slowly walks towards his beautiful girlfriend, playing with the crowd and Cecilia at the same time, and finally gently grabs her head and kisses her on the lips. Cecilia takes his hand and the two make their way to ringside, as happy as ever. Esteban hops over the top rope and holds the middle rope for his beautiful manager and girlfriend. Cecilia hands him a mic.

Esteban: Welcome to E-STAR TIME, Ladies and Gents, and yes, it's this time of the week again where little kids sneak on their TV to see the great Latin Lover, where worried parents try to prevent their little kids from getting BAD INFLUENCED, and where old and fat overaged pussies get all excited because this good-looking young fella from down south is on their fat TV screen! It's E-Star Time, the family show, a lifetime experience, with the enchanting Cecilia and the cunning Esteban!

Enough of this bullshit, we all know why we are here, and that's because we want to piss off as many people as possible, and usually we do! So,some things didn't quite turn out as planned, but that's just fine, others did. So, let's see, hm, Danielle, escaped. That's alright, I mean Wild Thang had a point... a good point, but in the end it would have been one step too far, even for the E-Star, I mean, I might be bad and maybe evil, but I am no Monster... no pun intended.

Anyways, Sean Ferguson, my good good friend of old times... you still wanna kill me? Wahahaha! You're a funny guy, Sean, you really are. Come on... try it. I'm right here and I'm waiting... COME ON! Who do you think you are, Sean, WHO THE F*CK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE! Of course it was in the 'heat of the battle', but none the less, I took it as a threat... a ridiculous threat. And Sean, you know what I do to people who threaten to kill me... I kick their ass, I kick their ass so bad that not even Mother Teresa would have been able to take care of them! I have people watching my back, Sean, there's Nightmare, there's Krazy King Mike, they're just DYING, no pun intended AGAIN, they are just dying to get their hands on people like you, they are ready to beat up people who are just plain and simple stupid... and Sean, I'm afraid, you are one of them.

Now, you wanna ask me... where is Wild Thang? Where is he? What happened to him? Well... I DON'T KNOW, honestly, trust me, I don't have the slightest idea! But I'm sure, wherever he is... he'll be thinking of revenge... and I want you to know, oh Wild One, I'll be there for you, I'll be there to help you, I'm no Ferguson who lets you down, I'm a man!

Hm, what else is on my mind, oh yeah, RAVE and his bum-darting arse bandit friend the HARBINGER! We're not done yet, we're NOT done yet, my friends. Rave, you are just lucky that your 'MASTER' showed up to save your ass from a first-class ass-kicking last Saturday. Rave, you're his GIMP, and you know it. He's an expert when it comes to mind games you say, well, let me give you something to think about... what if he is playing mind games with you, Rave? Cecilia has done it before, I have done it before, we've ALL done it before... why not Harbinger as well? Tell me, Rave... can you trust him? You couldn't trust Cilia, but can you trust the Harbinger? Sounds a bit paradox to me, but then again, it's none of my business, is it?

So, what's more on the menu, ah yes, Pimp 2Dope and Mr. Soon-to-be-Ex-Champ Right. It's a tale of pleasure... and pain, isn't it? You know, Chambers, Pimp, you've taken me this far, you've taken me to a point where I had to allign myself with one of the meanest, most evil, most brutal men in HWA history, the biggest heel ever, Krazy King Mike. It's no secret that we're not best of friends, in fact, we don't even like each other, but we have a common cause, a Cosa Nostra.

Chambers, we'll break you.

Pimp, we'll turn you around... or break you as well.

It's just a matter of time, and as KKM said, and he knows you best, Pimp, you WILL do it again! You say Chambers can trust you... Ha ha f*cking ha! If there was one man he could trust... it was me. Enough said.

So, talking about P&P, I can see that the Enfant Terrible FINALLY gets a shot at the Tag Titles again! And this time PURE EVIL will come across the Tag division, no pleasure, no pain, only pure evil. And who are our opponents? A drug dealer and a drug addict, the perfect couple! Arse bandit one and arse bandit two! Danny Lody and Jim B! No wait, Danny Boy and John Lody or something like that, the Highf*cks! Maybe they could beat us in a pot smoking competition, well, I'm not even sure about that, considering the fact that Krazy is... crazy about this sh*t too!

So, Danny, Lody, Spliffheads or whatever your name is, smoking weed is fine, absolutely, and all you 10 year old kids out there should try it. It opens a new view of life, it makes you forget about the corrupt, fat-assed, ugly-as-shit suits governing this country, it makes you laugh about the Monster and Jason Chambers, it makes you think Danny B is actually a good wrestler, and so on, you get the point. BUT, weed does not help you prevent the imminent ASS-KICKING by PURE EVIL!

We're a time bomb, and Spliffmen, YOUR TIME IS F*CKING UP! The tag belts are coming home where they belong, and so will the Hardcore, the IC, the Women's and of course... the WORLD TITLE belt! We are the Rembrandts and the Van Goghs of wrestling, the best there is, the best there was and so on, and it's just a question of how much, how much pain can we inflict, how many dreams can we destroy, how many careers can we ruin... without getting caught. And considering the extreme intelligence and the extreme commitment and determination in the likes of Esteban and Cecilia, the Duo Infernale, there should not be a question of when are we gonna be caught, when do we have to pay for our actions... but rather when are we gonna catch you, when are we gonna make you pay. And the answer is, Spliffschmucks, the answer is... Tuesday.

Tuesday will be a dark day for the HWA. It will be the day when PURE EVIL is going to invade this fed like a lethal virus. NO ONE is going to be safe anymore, NO ONE! Not you, Chambers, not you, Apocalypse, not you, Rave, not you, Happy Pete... and most definitely not you, Deyanna!

Well, hm, Rave, you don't know how right you were when you said... time to raise some hell. Reality check! HELL IS HERE! And Hell is here to take you down! Ahahaha!

But that's not the most important thing right now, more important is... to prepare DANNY B and JIM LODY to get ready to buy their ONE WAY TICKET TO HELL, and you know it, our only stop on the way will be... BAGHDAD!

Now go f*ck yourself, and do it in style, goddammit!

With that Esteban throws his mic into the crowd and takes the beautiful Cecilia by the hand. The two make their way to the backstage area, accompanied by loud boos and flying plastic cups. Fade out.