[Jake Sullivan]

 Sunday June 22nd
Phoenix, Arizona:
After Climax Control

It wasn't the last match of the evening, but the events following the Tornado Tag Team Tables elimination match(try saying that five times fast!) were perhaps the most eventful of the evening.  The match hadn't gone the way Rage had wanted, but the brawl with TJ Codair afterwards was what really and truly made his night that much worse.  There was no end in sight to the two beating the crap out of each other, and it still amazes some that security and the law enforcement were able to separate the two.  And once things headed backstage...well, the beast in Rage was out in full force.

A loud commotion is heard coming from the locker room of the Seven Deadly Sins.  The leader himself, Synn, stands outside the door as things being broken and thrown around inside the locker room are heard, accompanied by Rage's loud growling and yelling.  Gabriel walks up to Synn, looking at the door, but Synn shakes his head, signaling not to go inside.  Kittie's shouting is heard following another loud crash.

Inside the locker room, if you can even call it that any longer, Rage is absolutely fuming.  He is livid and Kittie is in quite the danger zone but she doesn't seem to care.

Kittie: Hey, dipshit, if so much as one thing you're throwing around this place hits me, I'm gonna take a page from Shane's book and lump you in the gooleys!  Chill the fuck out!

Rage spins quickly, and his dark hate filled eyes fall on Kittie.

Rage: If you're so fucking afraid of getting hurt, get the fuck out!  GET OUT OF HERE AND LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!

Kittie: Nice try, but it ain't happening peanut head!  Just because you lost out there, that doesn't give you the right to go apeshit and destroy the locker room.  Do you know how much you're gonna have to pay for damaging this place?!

Rage: I don't fucking care!

He kicks a bench, then pulls a locker away from the wall, sending it crashing to the ground.

Rage: And I didn't fucking lose!  That piece of shit Equinox--

Kittie: Oh shut the hell up!  You know damn well you're not just pissed about losing out there.  You're pissed because of that brawl with TJ.

Rage: I'm fucking pissed about all of it, Kittie!  Every last fucking bit of it!  That match would have turned out different if it was just a one on one with TJ like it should have been!  What the fuck was the point of teaming me with that circus freak?!

Rage balls up a fist, pulls back then punches a hole right in the wall with a loud roar.  Kittie shakes her head and rolls her eyes.

Rage: There was NO reason to team me with that guy.  NONE AT ALL.  

Kittie: Great...Now you just added a charge for new dry walling added to the bill already. Are you done throwing a hissy fit yet?

Rage: No!  No I'm not fucking done, and if you don't like it you can just walk out that damn door!

Rage then snatches his duffel bag off the floor, slinging it over his shoulder.  He spins and glares at Kittie.

Rage: Better yet...I'm just fucking leaving.  And don't follow me!

Kittie: And where the hell are you going?  

Rage: None of your damn business!  Just away from you!  And everyone else!

Rage then storms off past Kittie and out the door.  He doesn't even acknowledge Synn or Gabriel standing outside the door.  Something on the floor catches Kittie's eye and she bends down and picks it up.  It appears to be a photo of someone, and as she takes a look at it, Synn and Gabriel walk inside, surveying the damage.  Gabriel chuckles a bit while Synn just shakes his head and looks at Kittie.

Synn: What?  What is it?

Kittie turns the photo around, revealing a picture of a very pretty middle-aged blonde woman.



Kittie: Looks like the big man has a secret.  Any guesses as to who this chick is?

Synn and Gabriel look at the photo, but none seem to have any guesses.  Kittie tucks the photo away in her pocket, a curious, yet amused smile falling over her face as the scene fades away.



Wednesday June 25th
Las Vegas, Nevada
**Off-Camera**

Rage was gone for a total of three days after that.  He didn't fly back to Vegas, though, as there were no flights back to Vegas that night, so he went somewhere else.  Someplace he hasn't even told the rest of the Sins where he went or what he was doing, but he didn't care.  He was enjoying his time away from everyone.  Enjoying the silence so he says.  But was the Sin of Wrath up to something?  Was he hiding something?  He's not telling anyone right now, and that is the way he'd like to keep it.

When he got back to Vegas, though, he walked into quite the surprise.  It seems as though Electra had taken it upon herself to invite The Mean Girls over for a bit of a pool party, and he walked in on them tanning and going for a dip in his pool.  Cue their exit...except for Electra.  The rest of the Mean Girls quickly took their leave, realizing they place didn't belong to Electra like she made them believe.  So now that leaves Rage alone with the woman who has been a thorn in his side for the past several months.

After the Mean Girls left, Rage stormed back into his house, going to the counter where he left his cell phone.  Electra chases after him.

Electra: Rage would you just relax!  You're getting pissed over nothing!

Rage snatches his cell phone off the counter and spins around, glaring at Electra.  From the look on his face, Rage looks as though he could attack Electra at any second.

Rage: Nothing?  NOTHING?! Electra...You broke into my house AGAIN.  Not only that, but you invited those...trashy, selfish dumb bitches here for a little pool party!  It's not fucking nothing!

Rage taps away at the touch screen on his phone, and Electra looks at him curiously, growing nervous.

Electra: What...what are you doing?  Who are you calling?!

Rage: Who do you think?  I fucking warned you, Electra.  I'm calling the cops and having your ass thrown in jail where you belong!

Rage hits send and is about to put the phone to his ear, making good on his threat to call the cops.  In a moment of panic, Electra flies at Rage, knocking his phone out of his hand.  It crashes to the hardwood floor and the screen shatters.  Rage stares down at his now broken phone, then slowly lifts his head.  His eyes lock on Electra, ready to strike as he takes in slow, ominous breaths.

Electra: Shit...I didn't mean to break your phone.  I was just trying to get it out of your hands.

Rage: Electra...I'm giving you to the count of three to get your crazy, slutty ass out of my house, or I swear I'll---

Electra: You'll what?  Kill me?  

She folds her arms across her chest with a daring grin.

Electra: Please.  We both know you wouldn't ruin your life over me, nor would you hurt me.  You can make all the threats you want, but if you were really going to hurt me, you would have done it a long time ago.

Rage: You really sure about that?  Do you really want to take that chance?

Electra takes a step towards Rage, giving him her answer.  She stands directly in front of him, looking up at him into his eyes.

Electra: Now, what do you think the answer to that question is?  

Rage snarls and throws his hands up in the air.  He walks over to his fridge, pulls out a beer and just chugs the whole bottle, throwing the empty bottle into the trash.

Rage: You know, I've had a hard enough week as it fucking is, and you just keep making it worse!  I still don't understand why the hell you're doing all of this, or why you won't get the hint, but I'm really sick of this shit.  I don't need it right now!

He grabs another beer out of the fridge and heads into his living room and Electra just follows right behind him.

Electra: What can I say.  I love pushing your buttons and you just make it too damn easy.  

Rage: Yeah, keep pushing those fucking buttons and you're going to regret it.  Shouldn't you be off flirting or sexting with that idiot on Twitter?  You two have been making me sick the last week with that shit.

Electra giggles and she plops down on the sofa next to Rage.  He sighs, clearly wanting her gone, but he doesn't do anything to get rid of her.  Electra props her elbow up on the back of the sofa, then lays her head in her hand, looking at Rage as he takes a drink of his beer.

Electra: If I didn't know any better, I'd say you are jealous, Rage.  Oh, but I thought you didn't want anything to do with me?

Rage: I don't.  If you want to make yourself look like a disgusting whore on Twitter, have at it.  I won't try and stop you, but when that creepy bastard uses you and loses you, like I'm guessing he's going to, don't come crying to me.  You'll only have yourself to blame.

Electra: And who says it's not the other way around?  Who says that I'm not the one who will be using him?  

Rage raises an eyebrow and slowly turns his head to look at Electra and shakes his head.

Rage: Why the fuck am I not surprised?  And you honestly think I'm stupid enough to trust you when you all but just admitted you're planning to use that asshole?  

Electra shrugs then stands up from the sofa.

Electra: Because you know me all too well, Rage.  But, answer me this...

Some rustling is heard as Electra starts going through a bag of some sort.  Rage doesn't look around to see what she is doing and he grabs the remote to his TV, preparing to turn it on.

Electra: Did you see this coming?

Rage turns his head to see what she is talking about, and just as he does, she sticks a needle right into his neck, injecting him with something!  He jumps up from the sofa, dropping his bottle of beer and glares at her, bewildered.

Rage: What the fuck?!  Electra!  What.....the...........fuuuu.....

BAM!  He can't even finish that sentence as his eyes flutter shut and then he falls backwards, crashing right through his coffee table!  Electra smiles, but that smile quickly fades as she realizes the trouble she is in.

Electra: Shit...That did not work out right!

Electra spins around and goes to find her cell phone.  She quickly dials a number in a panic, waiting for the person to answer.  When they answer on the other end, her eyes light up.

Electra: Oh thank God!  Roxanne!  I need your help....No not THAT kind of help.  I need you to meet me at Rage's house as soon as you can.  I've got myself in a little bit of a situation....Now is not the time for a lecture just do it!...Thank you!  Oh and bring Boy and a couple sets of chains with you....Just get your ass here and you'll find out!

Electra then ends the call, turning around to look at Rage who is passed out cold still.  She reaches down, going through her bag once again, and pulls out a video camera and smiles deviously.

Electra: Now comes the fun part...



The camera switches on inside of Rage's home, centered on the bright, smiling face of Electra Blaze.  She waves to the camera and giggles.

Electra: Hello SCW world, Electra Blaze here.  Oh, but you know that already.  I'm here inside Rage's home, and things are about to get very...interesting.

"I must say, Kitten, I never thought you were capable of such devious things.  I've trained you well."

Electra, and the camera, spin around to see her close friend, Roxanne, sitting on Rage's sofa.  Her little man-servant, Boy, is seated on the floor in front of her.

Electra: Just wait until the big oaf wakes up.  Which, should be any minute now.

Electra turns the camera around the room, toward Rage's large chair.  The Sin of Wrath himself is placed in the chair, passed out cold, with chains wrapped around him, keeping him in place, and he is shirtless.  Electra then turns the camera back around to face her.

Electra: You see folks, Rage is about to learn a very harsh lesson, and he's going to pay a steep price.  He's going to find himself in a very awkward, yet all too familiar situation when he wakes up, and there's not a damn thing he can do about it.

Rage starts grunting and stirring, as the effects of the drug Electra injected him with start wearing off.  The camera bobbles around as Electra secures it in place on a tri-pod, centered right on Rage.

Electra: Ooh, looky.  Someone is finally waking up.  Rise and shine, sunshine.  We've got some business to deal with.

Rage lifts his head, looking around.  The drug has him slightly confused, and Roxanne can be heard chuckling in the background.  Electra walks up to Rage, standing to the side of him but facing him, so the camera can still see him.  He lifts his head and looks at her.

Rage: Wha...What the...fuck did you...do to me?

Electra giggles as she stands in front of him.  He tugs at the chains, trying to get free when he realizes he can't.

Electra: I wouldn't struggle too much if I were you, Rage.  Those chains are on you pretty tight.  I needed to make sure you couldn't go anywhere and well...You won't.  

Rage: Get these chains OFF me.  

He narrows his eyes and glares at her, giving her a dark warning tone.  She shakes her head, then bends down, putting her face directly in his.

Electra: Not a chance, big boy.

She then brings her lips to his, kissing him, but he surprises her when he bites her lip.  She giggles when she pulls away.

Electra: Mmm...Don't you know I love it when you do that?  

Rage: Fuck off, Electra.  I swear, when I get out of this damn chair, you're going to regret this...

Electra: I'd be careful of what you say, Rage.  Because, I'm filming every second of this.

Electra turns her head and points to the camera, then to Roxanne and Boy.

Electra: And I have a witness, too.  

Rage: Of course you do, because you're both fucking crazy!  What is the point to all of this, Electra?  What do you think is going to come of all of this?

Electra smiles wickedly.

Electra: Your deep dark secret is about to be exposed, Rage.  And you're going to re-live it also...in a way of course.

Rage raises an eyebrow, confused.  He struggles against the chains again, but he has no luck, even with as strong as he is.

Rage: What the fuck are you talking about?  

Electra then walks off camera for a few moments, and when she walks back into view, she's twirling something in her hands.  A ball gag.  Rage shakes his head.

Rage: Don't you dare...Don't you FUCKING dare!

Rage begins struggling even more, trying his best to break free of the chains.  Electra just shakes her head as she gets closer to him.

Electra: Oh, I dare.  I definately dare, big boy.

She walks up behind him, putting the ball gag in his mouth, securing it in place.  He fights and fights, but it doesn't work.  He mumbles, trying to speak, but he is completely unable to and behind them, Roxanne claps slowly.

Roxanne: Nice touch...

Electra: It is, isn't it?

Electra places her hands on Rage's shoulders, then looks into the camera.  She's clearly enjoying every second of this, not caring about the repercussions of her actions.

Electra: So...here you are once again, Rage.  Tied up...gagged...and completely helpless.  Sound familiar?

Rage shakes his head, trying to deny it, but his eyes tell a different story.  He growls and tries to shout, but the ball gag does it's job, keeping him unable to speak.

Electra: Oh, you and I both know it does.  Dig deep into those memories, Rage.  Remember the last time you were in a situation like this?  Say...about eight years ago?  

Rage closes his eyes and keeps shaking his head.

Electra: That's it, Rage.  Remember what they did to you...What HE
did to you?  

Roxanne: That was a very juicy moment, I must say.  I watched the tape myself.

Rage glares at Roxanne, and she just waves to him, enjoying this as well.  Electra walks around the chair, then sits in Rage's lap, sideways, wrapping her arm around his shoulder.

Electra: Yes, you remember quite vividly, don't you?  You can never forget that moment, can you?  But now is the time, Rage...Now is when everybody watching this video finds out exactly what I'm talking about.  

Electra looks into the camera, staying right where she is.  Rage continues struggling, hoping and praying in his mind that he can break free to stop this.  Before Electra speaks, she remembers something, and she stands up, but stays right in front of Rage.  She leans down, messing with his belt buckle, then unzipping his pants.  It takes her a moment, but she pulls his pants right down to his ankles, leaving him sitting there even more vulnerable then before.

Electra: Boxer briefs...Nice touch, Rage.  Now, isn't this better?  Doesn't this bring back fond memories?

Rage shakes his head, glaring at Electra.

Electra: Oh I know it does.  I mean, you had to have enjoyed what the all mighty Synn did to you that night, otherwise you wouldn't have joined the Sins, right?  Oh, and let's not forget that Pride and Lusty helped him out.

Rage goes crazy in the chair, absolutely LIVID and trying to break free, but the chains are simply too strong for him.  Electra chuckles as she sits in his lap, looking deep into his eyes.

Electra: You can't deny it, Rage.  Not anymore.  Not to me.  Synn had his way with you, and after that, you were following him around like the pathetic bitch that you are.

Roxanne: Oooh how I wish I had brought popcorn for this.  This is truly turning into my kind of kinky business.

Electra: Shut up and watch, Roxanne.  

Electra glares at Roxanne, who immediately goes quiet afterwards.  Electra then turns back to Rage.

Electra: You were all I ever wanted, Rage.  You and I...we were a good match, but you had to go and ruin it, didn't you?  Well...Synn did, but I realized something.  Maybe Synn just brought out a side of you, that not even YOU knew existed.  

A confused look falls on Rage's face, and he shakes his head.  Electra straddles his lap, looking deep into his eyes.

Electra: I can't say I blame you, though.  And I know Roxanne doesn't either.  She enjoys this type of thing, too.  And clearly....you do as well.

Roxanne: Is somebody standing at attention?

Roxanne chuckles, but Electra ignores her.

Electra: You don't care how it happens, right?  I mean, anyone can do what Synn did to you....Even me.

Electra slowly moves down Rage's lap until she is on her knees in front of him.

Electra: That's what you want, isn't it?  You pushed me to this, Rage, because it's what you wanted.  It's why you've never truly gotten rid of me.  

Rage remains absolutely still now, and he stops struggling against the chains.  Electra looks up into his eyes with a devilish grin, then smacks his knees and stands up quickly.

Electra: And THAT was your big mistake, big boy.  Because now I know....and you're simply not worth my time.

Roxanne: Oooh, Kitten, just when things were getting good!  You're going to leave the poor man high and dry like that?

Electra turns around and looks at Roxanne with a smile.

Electra: If you feel so sorry for him, why don't YOU help him out.  I'm sure he wouldn't mind...

Electra then walks off camera, and Roxanne locks her eyes on Rage, getting a devious thought in her mind.  She stands up, about to walk over to Rage, but she shakes her head.

Roxanne: Sorry, big boy, but the thought of leaving you here so vulnerable and helpless is just too juicy to pass up.  Maybe Synn will find you and want to re-live old times...

Roxanne then snaps her fingers and Boy is right at her side.  They, too, disappear off camera and some whispering is heard before the camera is switched off.



After repeated attempts to reach Rage, and no answer or it going straight to his voicemail, Kittie was starting to get nervous.  She knew he was back in Las Vegas, as he had texted her after his flight had landed, but she hadn't heard from him since.  So, she took it upon herself to go see why the big ape was ignoring her...IF he was ignoring her that is.

Her car pulls up into his driveway, and she spots his car in the driveway so she knows he's home.  After shutting her car off, she walks up to the front door and pounds on it, trying to get Rage's attention.

Kittie: Alright, peanut head!  Don't make me break the door....down....

After pounding on the storm door, she realizes the inside door is open just a bit, and she raises a curious eyebrow.  She doesn't hear anything inside, but she decides to let herself in...

Kittie: Rage...Rage where the hell are you?

When she opens the door, she hears a muffled sound inside the house, but she was never expecting to walk in on what she did.  Her jaw drops as she sees Rage chained to his chair, pants around his ankles.  Rage's eyes light up and his muffled pleas for help continue, but Kittie stands there in shock for what seems like minutes until, finally, she bursts out laughing.  Rage's eyes narrow and he gives her a look that says "Would you just help me already?!", and she heads over to him, still cracking up.

Kittie: I'm almost afraid to ask what the hell happened to you.

Kittie first removes the ball gag so Rage can speak, and the second she does, he goes crazy.

Rage: Don't you fucking ask!  Don't utter a single fucking word about this or I swear, Kittie, I'll kick your ass!  Just get me the fuck out of this chair!!

Kittie: And how do you expect me to do that, exactly?  These chains seem pretty damn strong...

Rage: Bolt cutters!  Out in my shed!

Kittie shakes her head, but she still has an amused smile on her face as she walks over to the back patio door and heads outside and to Rage's shed.  He waits for her, very impatiently, and a few minutes later she walks back inside with a heavy duty pair of bolt cutters.  Rage breathes a sigh of relief, until she just stands in front of him with a smile, then takes her phone out of her pocket.

Rage: What are you doing?  What the fuck are you waiting for?!?!

Kittie: I need to get a picture of this.  I might require blackmail some day...

Rage: KITTIE!!

Kittie jumps back a little and laughs.  She quickly puts her phone away.

Kittie: Okay, okay...Chill out, peanut head.  Sit still.

Rage: Easy for you to say!  I've been in this fucking chair for hours already!

Kittie snorts and laughs again as she wraps the blades of the bolt cutters around part of the chain.  She uses all her strength and cuts apart the chain in a couple different places until Rage is finally able to get free.  He jumps up from the chair, quickly pulling his pants up and Kittie stares at him curiously.

Kittie: So...are you going to explain what the fuck happened here?  I never thought you were into this kinky bullshit...

Rage: I told you not to ask!

Kittie: Well, considering I just saved your ass I think you need to tell me what happened.  I could have just called Synn and had him find you...

Rage: Like that would have worked?  He's still in Arizona!

Kittie shrugs and grins.

Kittie: So?  If I told him that you were missing, I'm sure he would have found a way back here for a day or so.  Now come on.  Spill the beans asshole...

Rage huffs and puffs and shakes his head.

Rage: Fuck that.  I'm not telling you shit.  I need to get out of here and hunt down that flaming bitch and that fetish freak friend of hers...

Kittie: Whoa, whoa, whoa....Are you telling me Roxanne had something to do with this?

Rage: Where do you think those fucking chains came from?!  Look, I don't have time for this shit.  

Rage quickly walks past Kittie, searching for his keys.  He spots them near the door and heads towards them, but Kittie yells after him.

Kittie: Oh, Rage, before you leave...I've got a question for you.

Rage looks at Kittie curiously.  She takes the picture of the blonde woman she had found in the locker room this week out of her pocket, facing it towards Rage.

Kittie: Who is this?  You have a secret girlfriend or something?

Rage narrows his eyes and growls loudly before he turns around, refusing to answer, and he storms out the front door, slamming it behind him.  Kittie turns the photo around and looks at it again, studying it for a moment.

Kittie: If I didn't know any better, I'd think...Nah...It couldn't be.

Kittie shakes her head, quickly brushing off that thought.  She puts the picture back in her pocket then heads out the door just as Rage speeds off out of his driveway.



Dark, damp and dreary.  That is the only way to describe the scene we find ourselves in when the camera comes to life.  Water can be heard dripping somewhere nearby, and a low, maniacal laughter is heard as the camera pans around the room.  Ladders are set up along each side of the room, and several black and white striped umbrellas hang from the ceiling, open and spinning.  But it is what is several feet away that should really catch your eye.  Hanging from the ceiling, in between two of the spinning umbrellas, is a mannequin.  But, not just any mannequin.  No.  It's a mannequin made to look just like the SCW Roulette Champion, Equinox.  

A noose is wrapped around it's neck and what can only be presumed as red paint drips all down the face and "body" of the Equinox mannequin.  The low maniacal laughter from a few minutes ago comes once again, followed by a dark malicious tone.

"Take a close look at what is before your eyes, Equinox.  And not just, Equinox, but to all you so-called Jokers.  Take a look because come Sunday night at Climax Control, this will be all that remains of him."

The voice speaking belongs to that of The Sin of Wrath...Rage...but it's a tone we're not used to.  It's a tone that reveals just how menacing and evil he really is.  This tone belongs to the true monster that Rage really is.

"I want you to realize, Equinox, that you brought this upon yourself when you decided to challenge me.  It was a brave thing to do, but in the end, it will be the biggest mistake of your life, because you're going to find out the hard way what happens when you piss me off.  And Equinox, you've done more than just piss me off, so can you imagine what I'm going to do to you?"

The warning is deep and so very serious as Rage finally steps into view of the camera.  He's wearing a pair of dark jeans and a black sleeveless t-shirt, and he stands next to the hanging Equinox mannequin.  He looks it up and down, smiling wickedly at his handy work.

"I'm going to explain things to you in a way that maybe you'll understand, Equinox.  You like to speak in riddles, right?  Nursery rhyme bullshit seems to be your strong suit, so I've got a little nursery rhyme for ya."

"Wait...you're going to attempt a nursery rhyme?  Is that really a good idea?"

Just as Rage is about to speak, another voice is heard from inside the room.  He lifts his head, looking around.

"Huh? Who the fuck is there?!"

The person is heard laughing.

"What kind of question is that?  I'm here, silly."

"That might be helpful if I knew your fucking name, or what you looked like.  I'm kind of in the middle of something here."

"Oh...that's right!  You're trying to do your promo work, right?  How's that coming along?  I mean, trash talk isn't your strong suit, right?  You just prefer to beat people up for no reason."

Rage is now highly annoyed at this point.  He begins looking around each ladder, trying to find whoever is speaking to him.

"Ummm...Do you know how crazy you look walking around trying to find someone who isn't there?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?!  Of course you're here!  You're talking to me, aren't you?"

"Well, technically I'm typing to you, but I guess since you can hear it...Sure, I'm talking to you.  And do you have to use such language all the time?  I should wash your mouth out with soap!"

Rage scratches his forehead, highly confused.  He growls and shoves one of the ladders away, knocking it over.  The voice is heard making the "tsk, tsk, tsk" sound.

"You know, I don't know who the hell you are, but you're starting to piss me off.  Show your damn face!"

"What else is new?  Everyone pisses you off.  And, if you want to know who I am...Well...I'm you.  Sorta."

"No you're not!  For one thing, you clearly have a fucking woman's voice and two...YOU'RE NOT ME!"

"Yes I am.  I just made you say that, so therefore...I'm you.  Crazy, isn't it?  I'm not as mean as you, but damn, I do a great job pretending to be you.  It's been fun lately."

The voice laughs again and Rage puts both of his hands to his head, pulling at what little hair he has.

"I really don't have time for this shit.  You made me lose my train of thought now!"

"I did?  Well, I'm sorry.  I'm just trying to help you out.  I mean, if you want to beat Equinox this week, I think you need to be a bit more creative...a bit more interesting instead of the whole "Oooh I'm gonna kick your ass!" stuff you always say.  I really need to improve your trash talk a bit..."

"How can YOU improve my trash talk?  It comes from MY head, dumbass!  And, before you interrupted me I was about to get more creative, but you went and fucked it up!"

The voice sighs, and you can almost hear the person, or the woman according to Rage, shaking her head.

"Nevermind...I'm not going to try and explain it to you.  Anyway, why don't you go ahead and tell your little nursery rhyme if you want to.  I'll be quiet and listen like a good girl."

"Why does your voice sound so familiar to me?  I know you from somewhere!"

"No, you don't.  Now are you going to tell your nursery rhyme or not?"

Rage glares at the thin air(yeah, that sounds stupid doesn't it?) but gets back to business.

"Fine!  I call it...The Rage Man..."

The woman is heard letting out a laugh mixed with a snort.  Rage looks around and the woman immediately goes quiet.

"Rage-man, Rage-man.  Angry, angry, Rage-man.  Tell me what you've got there in your sack."

"Seriously?  That's the nursery rhyme you've got?  Boooooring!"

Rage growls loudly, spinning around and looking around.

"Fuck you!  I suppose YOU could come up with better, then?"

"Well, if my brain really wants to work, I probably could, but I really don't want to.  You see, I'm not a little kid, so nursery rhymes and riddles don't really appeal to me.  Well, riddles do but only if your buddy Gabriel is telling them.  He's fucking awesome!  He might be a bit evil now, but he's still pretty bad ass."

"Are we seriously going to stand here and talk about Gabriel?  I'm supposed to be focusing on Equinox."

"Sorry, I get sidetracked easily.  Anyway, that Equinox guy confuses the hell out of me.  I don't think he knows who he is."

Rage shakes his head and rolls his eyes.  He walks over to the Equinox mannequin and leans against the post it is hanging from.

"Well, I know who he is.  He's the dumbass who I'm going to destroy on Sunday night."

"How do you plan to do that?  You know this match isn't roulette rules so there's only so far you can go without disqualifying yourself."

"So?  Your point is?  I don't really give a shit about winning the match.  I just want to make him pay for being the unoriginal jackass that he is.  He's pathetic, and he makes a shitty tag-team partner at that."

"Please tell me you're not going to get into the Jeff Hardy/Willow resemblance the guy has again."

Rage takes in a deep breath and shakes his head.  He folds his arms and narrows his eyes.

"Has anyone ever told you how annoying you are?  Because you're really fucking annoying..."

"All the time, but eh, I don't care.  So...why exactly do you have this beef with Equinox?  I thought you were going after TJ Codair.  You seem to be all over the place lately peanut head."

"You've been talking to Gabriel haven't you?!"

The woman laughs.

"In a way, but that's not important.  Can't you just focus on one person to go after lately?  Jericho Hill...TJ Codair.  Now Equinox?  You seem confused."

"I'm not fucking confused.  Equinox was the one who wanted this match, remember?  He's the one who made the damn challenge."

"Yeah...Equinox is just plain stupid!  I mean, do you know what the definition of Equinox is?  Do ya Rage?  Do ya? Do ya? DO YA?!"

Rage raises an eyebrow, thinking for a moment.  

"Does it look like I fucking care?"

The woman sighs.

"It's the time of year when the daytime and night are equal in length.  Geez...How did you graduate from high school?"

"I didn't..."

"That explains a lot."

"What are you?  Some sort of science nerd?  I don't care about that shit!"

Rage stops for a moment, realizing something.  He thinks for a moment, then starts laughing.  Yes, he is actually...laughing!

"Okay...You shouldn't laugh.  Like, ever.  It doesn't sound right.  What is so funny anyway?"

"I just realized what a piss poor name he really chose.  The little piss ant won't be anywhere near equal between the day and the light when I'm finished with him.  I'll send his ass to the fucking twilight once I finally get my hands around his neck."

"That's...nice.  You know, you never answered my question!  Why are you even bothering with Equinox?  Why worry about going after him?  Why did you chokeslam him after that tag match instead of going after Andrew Garcia?"

"I don't see why I have to keep fucking explaining myself to everybody!  He made a piss poor tag team partner.  He was supposed to have my back out there and he didn't do shit!  Not only that but he thinks that I'm bitching because we lost the fucking match.  No, WE didn't lose the match...HE lost the match.  He needs to realize that I don't give a shit about winning matches.  I'm out there to beat the shit out of people.  As for Andrew Garcia.  I'm not going to waste my time on him.  If I had attacked him, he would have just tried to come after me and I've got more important things to be doing than facing him.  So, I'm doing him a favor instead."

"Huh?  A favor?"

Rage nods and smiles wickedly as he turns and looks at the hanging Equinox mannequin next to him.

"Yep.  I'm going to make it so Equinox won't be able to defend that precious little title of his."

"How is that a favor to Andrew Garcia?  Won't they just, I dunno, vacate the title then?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?  Haven't you been paying attention to Gabriel lately?  Andrew Garcia is one of Mark Ward's little pets in Hot Stuff International.  If Equinox can't defend the title, then Ward will just hand Garcia the fucking thing!"

"Oooh...Right."

Rage twirls the mannequin around, watching it with a dark satisfaction in his eyes.

"Equinox had a death wish the moment he set his sights on going after Hot Stuff International all by himself, but the bigger mistake was challenging me because that...that just sealed his fucking fate!  Having a problem with Hot Stuff International is one thing...Having a problem with The Seven Deadly Sins is a completely different ball game.  It's a fight he's going to lose, and he'll find that out soon enough."

"Yeah!  You go Rage-Face!"

Rage grabs the Equinox mannequin, holding on to it as he lifts his head quickly, looking around.

"Wait a damn minute...Now I remember your voice.  You...you're that fan girl chick!  The crazy one!  Marge, right?"

"My name is NOT Marge!  It's....SHIT!"

"Your name is Shit?  And I thought Equinox had a fucked up name..."

"NO!  I was just...UGH!  You're so mean!!  I'm outta here!  I'm going to start another GET RAGE LAID campaign on Twitter for that one jerk face!"

Rage shakes his head.

"Good luck with that one.  I doubt anyone from SCW even follows you on Twitter anyway."

"See...that's the funny part.  I'm going to use YOUR account.  LATER JERK FACE!"

Rage raises an eyebrow and laughs.

"I really need a fucking drink now..."

He turns around to face the Equinox mannequin one last time, patting it in then twirling it around again.

"See ya Sunday, Equinox..."

He then begins laughing evilly as he turns and walks away and the scene fades to black.