~There is a nice hotel. A huge hotel, one of luxury shown as the camera moves forward. The bottom of the screen shows the date and time, as most cameras do: 6/4/04: 1:00 am. As the camera nears the luxury hotel, a right turn is made. It moves forward down a sidewalk, leaving the front doors of the big hotel, and continuing on. It takes a left turn, and right into the parking lot of a Motel that doesn't look anywhere as luxurious as the one up the walk a way. The camera continues to the front door of the motel. It makes its way outside and up onto a balcony, and into room 213. As it enters, the bathroom door in the room opens up and a Gorgeous Red-Haired, Green-Eyed woman comes out totally naked. She takes one look at the camera, blushes, grabs a towel, and wraps it around herself~Woman: What the hell are you doing? He said nothing about a camera being in here
Voice Behind Camera: Oh? He didn't? Well, where is he?
Woman: Ah damnit. I wish he had told me. Come on, follow me.
~She leads the camera outside her room, shivering at the cold wind and her just in her towel, and leads down to a side-building which has a Hot Tub, a Pool, a recreational room, and an exercise room, as well. She leads down the narrow hallway, past the door that says 'Pool and Spa', past the Recreational room, and takes a left at the last door, opens it, and enters.~
Woman: Hey
~RaZ is shown, wearing no shirt, showing off his well-built upper body, and some long Jean shorts. His face is painted an odd color, tonight. It is Black base with Red designs, one on his forehead that says 'RaZ' He's on a workout bench, lifting about 250 pounds over and over. He sets the bar down, and sits up, his eyes are a different color tonight, as well. Instead of his usual Hellfire Red, they're a freaky, scary, Milky-White Color. He cracks his neck, then looks at the girl in the towel~
RaZ: What th'fuck Rache? Put some freakin' clothes on, goddamn!
Rachel: Well. Fine. Screw you too, then. It's your stupid camera interviewer that walked in on me
Cameraman: And I got it on tape
~Rachel growls, sighs, spins on her heels, and goes to the pool and spa room~
RaZ: Now, what th'hell did y'want, muddafacoo? Can't y'see it's One o'clock in the freakin' mornin?
Cameraman: Yeah. But you called me here, remember?
RaZ: Actually, stupid-ass, I didn't. But before you fookoof, have a seat, cause I do have a few things on my mind
Cameraman: Alright
~He sits on an empty Leg Press Machine as Raz drinks some water and dries himself off with a towel he has hanging out of his Pocket on his shorts~
RaZ: I got a call when I got to the Motel today...er, Yesterday, and I found out that there was a Tag Lottery in my absence, and I ended up with the stupid muddafacoo known as Shadow. Now, I don't know where this self-proclaimed and wannabe Dark Warrior gets off sayin' that I'm a rehashed version of himself. News Flash, Batman, I'm nothing like you. Never Have been, Never Will be. You're below my level. Even Shadows and Darkness disappears with Death. And, pal, I might as well be death. I'm the Vessel of Death, the Carrier of Evil, The Cloud of Demise, The Messenger of the Reaper himself, The Vehicle of the Devil's Tool, known, of course, as the Black Cloud. I mean, c'mon. If anybody's a version of anything, you're the wannabe version of the Dark One, whilst I am just the Dark One in a different form. A Physical form, so I can be the messenger. Your the master of no one and nothing. If anyone should be learnin' from anyone, You should be learning from me. I don't need your fuckin' lessons, and I don't need you thinkin' your suddenly a mentor or some shit, aight? Point-Blank, I don't need you.
I don't need your advice, and I certainly don't need your 'Training.' The Tag Gold may come to us, and if that is the case, it'll be me who's carrying the team, not you. If I wanted any title, I can win them on my own. Th'only thing with the Tag Titles is that you'll have to be present for my win of them to be official. So, the truth of the matter actually is You stick with me, and you'll be a champ, cause I'm more focused than you could ever know, and when the fight comes to us, I hope your ready, cause your rollin' with destruction. And So it is said, and so it will come to pass, as stated by the Dark Killa and Messenger of Evil, himself.
~He gets up, the camera close behind, and makes his way to the Pool and Spa room. Rachel is naked in the spa and RaZ shakes his head~
RaZ: Lazy Beot.
Rachel: Fuck you, prick
~They both look at the camera, tell him to Get the hell out, cause his time is over. You hear a sigh, than the scene goes black~
Concerning Tag Lottery and Ignorance