Rage and “Sxxxy" Shane Boswell are seen standing at the bar, both holding a glass of beer. They are very large glasses of beer at that. Kittie, Brandi Shotze and Cookie S’Mores are all out on the dance floor, while Spike Staggs is nowhere to be seen at the moment. Rage and Shane finish off their beers, when suddenly, Spike stumbles up to them, slamming some money down on the bar. ”Hey, bartender! Hows about some more of that beer here?!” Spike says, his speech even more slurred than it was earlier in the night. Rage and Shane look at each other and shrug, not turning down the opportunity for free beer. The bartender brings over three more beers, placing them in front of them. Spike wastes little time in taking his glass, and takes a huge gulp of the fine German beer. He then clanks his glass against Rage’s, nearly spilling both glasses. ”Dude, Spike, you’re completely trashed already and we just got here.” Rage says, taking a step back from Spike, just to be safe. ”So catch…*hiccup*…up! Drink! Drink! To the future champeeeeens!” Spike responds, having to lean against the bar so he doesn’t fall down. He pokes a finger on Rage’s chest and says, “You, SCW Heavyweight Champeeeen! Me, *points finger at himself* NWA World Heavyweight Champeeeen! Drink…to…that!” Rage and Shane both offer a laugh, but raise their glasses and take big drinks of their beer. Spike polishes off his, then slams the glass down on the bar and disappears back into the crowd. Rage scans the crowd, looking at everyone their before turning his attention to Shane, raising an eyebrow. ”Hey Shane, is it just me, or are Kittie, Brandi and Cookie the ONLY women in this club? It’s a sausagefest in here!” Rage asks, keeping his eye on the three SCW Bombshells they joined tonight. Shane looks around the club, then shakes his head. He points to someone just a few feet away from Kittie, Brandi and Cookie and says, “No, mate, there’s more. Look at her.” Rage looks in the direction that Shane is pointing, squinting his eyes, trying to see what Shane sees. ”Her?! No, I don’t think so. That’s a butterface there.” Rage replies, nearly choking on his beer. Shane raises an eyebrow and replies, “A what?” ”A butter face...The rest of her body is okay, but ‘er face ain’t right!” Rage quickly replies. Shane nearly spits out his beer, and a slight smirk appears at the corner of Rage’s mouth. ”What is it with you and butter?! I think I need to tell Synn to have a talk with you, bud.” Shane replies back with a laugh. Rage takes another drink of his beer, giving Shane an angry look. ”You started that shit on Twitter, Shane! Thanks to you, I got people mocking me for that, and you know damn well I didn’t send that text.” Rage shoots back. ”You don’t need to deny it to me, bud. You sent the text, and I saw it. I posted the picture as proof to everyone else, so you can’t deny it to any of them either. Just admit it.” Shane says with a straight face, no hint that he is lying at all. ”You faked that picture and you know it! I don’t have to admit a damn thing, because I…didn’t…send…that…damn…TEXT!” Rage’s nostrils begin to flare, and his face reddens. ”You did!” Shane pulls out his phone, and puts it in Rage’s face. “See.” 
Shane places a hand on Rage’s shoulder, patting it. ”Hey now, calm down big man. It’s okay. You don’t need to feel ashamed. We’re both men. Granted, never heard of anyone using butter before, but if that’s what you like…” Shane says, cracking a smile. ”Fuck, I need a damn shot…” Rage says, surprisingly calm, as he calls for the bartender. Shane shakes his head and laughs just as Brandi Shotze walks up, shoving herself in between them and getting the bartenders attention before Rage can. Rage looks at her, but she pays him no attention as she orders a round of shots. ”Uh, excuse me.” Rage scowls, as Brandi turns her head to look at him. ”What? Did you do one of them SBDs or something?” Brandi replies. ”Trust me, if he had, you wouldn’t be conscious right now.” Shane says, setting his empty beer glass on the bar. ”You act like your shit doesn’t stink, Shane, but guess what? I’ve smelled the bathroom at Synn’s after you’ve been in there and it smells worse than me!” Rage shoots back. Brandi just stands there and laughs, as she turns around and signals to Kittie and Cookie that their shots are ready. Rage seizes an opportunity and takes one of the shots and downs it. Brandi looks on, shocked and angry and she glares at him. ”That wasn’t for you, baldy! You better pay for that!” Brandi growls at him, not showing any fear. ”Oh, I’m sorry. I thought that was mine considering I called for the bartender before you.” Kittie and Cookie make their way over to them, having observed the situation from the dance floor. Kittie glances to Shane, giving him a look that asks ‘what’s going on?’. Shane shrugs his shoulders, shakes his head, and then turns his attention back to Rage and Brandi, as do the others. ”You knew damn well that wasn’t yours…what’s your name again…Fury? Wrath?” Brandi says, folding her arms across her chest, dishing out just as much attitude as Rage. ”Rage.” ”Oh, right…the big dumbass who struck out with a hooker! *snort How the hell does anyone strike out with a hooker?!” Kittie, Shane and Cookie all laugh, but once glance from Rage, and their laughter, not their smiles, subside. ”Not that it’s any of your damn business, but I didn’t ‘strike out.’ I kicked that bitch out.” ”Why? Were her pits a little too hair for ya, or are you secretly in the closet? OH! Is that why you’re so angry all the time? You got nothing to be ashamed of.” Brandi strikes back. Once again, Kittie, Shane and Cookie all snicker as the events unfold. Rage chooses to ignore them this time. ”Not that I need to explain myself to you, but like I told everyone else, I have my reasons. Unlike other people, hookers just aren’t my thing.” ”Yeah, you look like the type of guy who goes for the annoying barbie doll bitches that I like beating the shit out of every week.” Rage continues to scowl with each remark from Brandi. Brandi stands her ground, glaring at Rage. Rage then looks at the remaining two shots on the bar, and, one after the other, slams them down just like the first. Brandi glares at him again, wide-eyed, but Rage just smiles(he smiles?!). ”Thanks for those.” He says, before scanning the crowd and spotting Spike Staggs. He walks off, and uncharacteristically joins the crowd on the dance floor. Brandi stands there, fuming, but Kittie orders three replacement shots for the three bombshells, and walks over to Shane. ”Was it just me, or was Rage a little....nicer?” Shane asks Kittie. Kittie shrugs and they both watch as Rage attempts to dance, but because of his size, doesn’t do a very good job at it. Spike crashes in and out of the crowd, having the time of his life and getting a big reaction from the crowd the whole time. ************************************************** The Next Day… Inside Rage’s hotel room, Rage is seen passed out on the bed. He’s laying flat on his stomach, still wearing the same clothes from last night; a black muscle t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, and a pair of jeans. His arm is hanging off the side of the bed, and he is snoring…quite loudly in fact.
The door to his room opens, and Gabriel creeps in, grinning from ear to ear. He has one of those loud air horns in his right hand, and he quietly tip-toes over to Rage. Rage doesn’t move an inch as Gabriel puts the horn right by Rage’s ear. He holds back his laughter until he squeezes the button, causing the horn to go off loudly. Gabriel jumps back as Rage jumps up, and falls right off the bed, looking around confused. He sees Gabriel standing in front of him, holding the air horn, and scowls quietly, holding his head.
”Fuck! Gabriel what the hell was that for?!” Rage’s voice is very raspy, still showing the affects from last night. ”Have fun last night?” Gabriel replies with a smile, and a laugh. Rage grunts and says, “You would know if you had been there. What the hell do you want this early?” Gabriel shakes his head and walks over to the windows. He opens the curtains, letting in the sunlight. “Early? It’s afternoon, Rage. You’ve been dead the world until now. Hell, even Shane was awake before you.” ”Shit! Close the shades would ya! Damn!” Rage yells, as he slowly pulls himself off the floor, and back on the bed. ”Suit yourself. Here, I thought you might need some of these.” Gabriel listens to Rage, and closes the curtains. He turns around, pulls a bottle of ibuprofen out of his pocket and tosses them to Rage. ”Gee, thanks. Now, you haven’t told me what the hell you want. Actually, better question, how the hell did you get into my hotel room?” Rage twists the cap off the bottle, taking out three (is that too many? 
) of the pills, and he tosses them in his mouth. He swallows them without even taking any water, and then places the bottle on the nightstand next to the bed. ”I have my ways. Besides, if I couldn’t do it, I was just gonna send Despy in here to do the job. You need to sober up. You’ve got a tournament to win.” ”I’ll be sober in time for the tournament. Not like I couldn’t beat those guys drunk any day, anyway.” Rage slowly gets to his feet and walks over to the mini-fridge. He grabs a bottle of water, opens the cap and chugs it down. ”Boy I really wish I had gone out with you and Shane last night. The amount of liquor you had to consume to be hungover must have been massive.” Gabriel chuckles. Rage tosses the empty bottle into the trash can, then grabs another from the fridge, and takes a smaller drink this time. “You know, you’re not making my headache any better, and you’re about five seconds from being thrown out.” ”Hey, I let that situation with that nice lady from the street corner slide back in Paris, but is this any way to treat you friend?” Gabriel smirks, knowing he struck a nerve in Rage by bringing up what happened in Paris. ”That’s it…get the hell out of here, Gabriel!” Rage growls, pointing to the door. Gabriel holds his hands up defensively. “Easy big man, I was just kidding! I came here to give you a few pointers about Goth, just in case you have to face him after you get through Bobby Cage.” ”I know all about Goth. I heard about what happened back in your AWA days, and I’ve been watching him the past few months. I don’t think I need to worry about him, anyway. He’s more worried about you and Despy, and so far, that English idiot he’s facing this week has been more outspoken than Goth has.” ”If you do end up facing Goth, he won’t come at you lightly, trust me. It’s not that we don’t have faith in ya, but Goth is one dangerous man. We just want you to be prepared.” Rage nods his head and says, “Yeah, I get it, but Despy was able to beat him, so I should have no problem. And honestly, I’m dying to get my hands on that guy, ‘True Brit’ Johnny Brown. That piece of shit has been running his mouth on Twitter all week.” ”I’ve seen, but when push comes to shove, he wouldn’t stand a chance against you.” ”Hello, Captain Obvious.” ”And actually, I lied. Synn apparently wants to have a chat with you. He says it has something to do with that text you sent Shane a few days ago.” Rage spits out a mouthful of water just as Gabriel informs him of what he was sent to do. He somehow manages to just miss spraying Gabriel. “I’m gonna kick Shane’s ass…I really am.” Gabriel walks past Rage, and to the door. Before he walks out, he turns around and pulls a can of red bull from out of his pocket, tossing it to Rage. “Speaking of Shane…that’s from him.” Rage looks at the can of red bull and then to Gabriel, confused, and asks, “What the hell is this for?” Gabriel shrugs and replies, “I assumed it was for the hangover, but he said if you asked, to tell ya to ask Tom Dudely what it’s about. Must be some inside joke.” He shrugs again, then walks out of Rage’s room. Rage looks at the can of red bull again before he tosses it on the bed. “I don’t even like red bull…” Rage then grabs some clean clothes and a towel before he disappears into the bathroom to take a shower. ************************************************** This whole #GetRageLaid bullshit has to stop! Don’t any of these fools realize that the more they try and push someone on me, the more I’m just gonna walk away? I don’t need their help! This whole European tour has just been one disaster after another, and I’m all the rage on Twitter! I’m surprised ‘GetRageLaid’ hasn’t started trending yet…not that I want it to!
I know everyone knows I have more important things to worry about other than getting laid. I don’t need to be letting myself get distracted and costing myself this tournament, and my shot at the Heavyweight Title over a potential ‘lay.’ Sorry, guys, I’m not doing it. I didn’t even want to go out this week, but Shane walked up behind me and smacked me upside the back of my head every time I tried to say no.
Shit, I haven’t drank like that in a long time! Spike was buying round after round of beer…damn that beer was good! Not like that nasty shit back home, but there I go getting distracted. See how easy it is? I need to focus! I don’t care what anyone says, once we get to London, I’m NOT going out. I’m putting all my attention and focus on getting at Nick Jones and winning the Heavyweight Title.
This week I get to face Bobby ‘The Convict’ Cage. *chuckles* I’ve read up on this guy, and some people might think that I should be scared or intimidated by this guy, but I’m not. I spent time in prison just like he did. Granted, he was in the slammer for sixteen years and I was only there for five, but that doesn’t make a difference in my book. I don’t care what he was in prison for, he won’t be able to get past me in the ring this Sunday.
Bobby Cage, you are the second man standing in my way of getting the Heavyweight Title. Tom Dudely was the first, and I beat him. You, Bobby Cage, if you think you can stop me this Sunday, you are sorely mistaken. You’re not ready to be the SCW Heavyweight Champion, and I’ll show you why, when I beat you and advance to the finals of this tournament. You can count on that.
Now that brings me to the two other guys in this tournament. I don’t know which one I’ll get the opportunity to face on Sunday, but either way, it doesn’t matter. I have two guys who have in one way or another pissed me off, and that isn’t a good thing for either one of them. Let me first address Goth.
Goth…Goth, Goth, Goth…I don’t personally know you. I wasn’t in the AWA with Gabriel, Despayre and Synn when you caused all the trouble for them, but I have heard all about it. I heard all about it, and you should consider yourself lucky I wasn’t there. If I was, I can assure you that you wouldn’t be breathing on your own right now. Nobody fucks with the Seven Deadly Sins and gets away with it. But, it’s ok, because I enjoyed watching Despayre beat the shit out of you. Hopefully I get the chance to do the same, but somehow, I don’t think you’ll be a factor this week. I think Johnny Brown has your number.
Johnny Brown…What to say about that clown? He thinks he’ll win his tournament, and then go on to London and win the title simply because he’s British? HA! Oh, that really made me laugh, and I don’t laugh very often. Johnny boy, you may have a match at London Brawling, but it won’t be against Nick Jones for the Heavyweight Title. That match is saved for me.
Your work here has been impressive since your debut, I’ll give you that much, but I’m gonna show you a whole different level of talent if you happen to beat Goth…and I honestly hope you do. Goth hasn’t had much to say since he lost to Despayre a couple months ago. But, you Johnny…you run your mouth constantly, and I feed off of that shit. The more you talk, the angrier I get, and the worse off you’ll be in the ring against me.
But, you fail to realize that don’t you? Earlier this week on Twitter you had the balls to call me the lackey bitch to The Seven Deadly Sins. Oh, buddy, you made a big mistake saying that. You’ve got a big wake-up call if you really think that. I’m not their lackey, and I’m not their bitch. I’m simply an important member of the team. The Sin of Wrath is the one Deadly Sin you don’t want to mess with, but I’ll give you your shot, Johnny Boy, if you earn your shot against Goth.
So, boys…Bobby Cage…Goth…Johnny Boy…be warned. The Sin of Wrath can’t be stopped.
And Nick Jones…London is the end of the line for you…and I have special plans for you champ.
