The scene opens outside the BLPW Arena the morning after Epic aired. The parking lot is close to vacant, aside from the semi-trucks and trailers that are used to haul the Epic setup from city to city, and a few domestic cars are present that belong to local arena employee's that help keep the arena maintained and running while the BLPW is out on tour. But one truck is out of place. It's decorated in such a fashion that you can just tell it doesn't belong to any grunts in the area as those trucks all have rust and many other "years of driving" defects all over them. This truck in particular has nicely done, metallic blue paintjob, shiny chrome hubcaps, and a radio antanae long enough it has to be tied down to the back end of the truck so that it doesn't whip violently against the truck when in motion. We've seen this truck before. It belongs to... oh to hell with it! I'm talking about the Electrician's humvee! Christ, why must they always give me this crap to read? It's like they sign my paychecks or something! Oh, crap, they do. Oh well, easy come, easy go... or something.

The camera zooms in on the humvee from the passenger side, and if it weren't for the tinted windows we'd be able to see what's inside. It is then that the front passenger door opens and out stumbles an obviously hungover Mechanic. Well, not really stumbles... more like the door opened and he plopped down onto the concrete below. His eyelids are barely cracked open- just enough so that he can see. He's blinded by the sun shining brightly on him, and rubs his eyes so that his can adjust to the light. He lies there on the concrete a moment, seemingly enjoying the cool winter air. It is then that the back passenger door opens and the Electrician steps out, looking as if he'd screwed Krista 10 times last night. He's smiling, and helps his brother get to his feet. The Mechanic holds his head in pain and anguish. It's amazing that for as much drinking as the two did last night, the Mechanic was the only one to get a hangover. That... or the Electrician just has his "game face" on. Either way, he sits his brother into the passenger seat and puts his seatbelt on for him, then shuts the door. Inside the Mechanic can be heard screaming as the echo from the door slamming obviously affected his head. The Electrician looks into the camera, still smiling. Yes, tis promo time.

E: Ahh, what a glorious day. My brother pulled off a victory over Jason Black last night, the self-proclaimed badass, and as you can probably tell, we celebrated last night. But that's not why today is a glorious day, oh no. See in the middle of our little celebration last night, Paul Stevenson delivered a small slip of paper to us. Yes, the card for Epic next week, marking the start of the North American Title tournament. And low and behold, what did I see? Not only my opponent for the first round of the tournament, but the very woman we were talking smack to last week. That's why today is a glorious day, because now I can finally show that chick what a real wrestler is made of.

Yes, Heath Newton, I'm talking about you. It doesn't matter what you say or what you think, in my eyes, and the eyes of others so I'm told, you are a woman. Now I'm not typically the kind of man to beat on a woman, but, in your case I'm willing to make an exception. It's going to be a sweet, sweet victory for me, and an eye-opener for you.

See you may have defeated KGB last night, but that doesn't mean you're in the same league as me. I've been working my ass off here in the BLPW for the past 6 months and I've proven my worth. But you, you're still just a rookie, and you've got a long way to go before you'll even be considered a wrestler. There's no way around it Heath, because you chose to come here, and just like everybody else, you've got to pay your dues. Shawn Sanders did it, Double J did it, my brother and I did it, and yes, even you, you ego-crazed son of a b**ch, you will have to do it too. My brother and I won the BLPW Tag Team Titles our second match here, but we still had to bust our asses week in and week out to prove we were worthy of being here. So don't think for a second that even if you're lucky enough to win this tournament that you'll be somebody, because you won't.

But that's the best part about the whole thing Heath. You won't win the tournament, I promise you that. Now how, you may ask, can I make a promise that I can't keep? But that's where you're wrong, because when Epic rolls around next week and you set foot into that ring, I'm going to tear you apart. Literally tear you apart? Maybe. I haven't decided if it's worth my time yet... though it would be fun to rip your arms off and smack you with them. But I will have you begging for mercy by the time our match is over. You have a lot to learn, and who better to teach you than the electrified one himself? I'm not gay, and I know you don't trust me but trust me on this Heath: when that bell rings, your ass belongs to me.

The Electrician is still smiling, and he can't help but laugh.

E: But not only will I give you the distinct pleasure of learning, I will also make it something you have to pay for; because you see, after our match is finished and you're lying in a puddle of your own vomit and sweat, I've got something in store for you. I won't say what, but let's just say that you're going to have to visit your plastic surgeon afterwards, because if you think what happened to the Law was bad, you haven't seen anything yet.

See, I've been fighting the urge for a while now. Fighting the urge to be the most sadistic bastard I can while I'm in that ring. I've done a pretty good job of it so far, but after that match at Nuclear Winter, I just couldn't take it anymore. I'm proud to admit that I've crossed over to the other side of wrestling and given in to my true desires. A side that only the most sick and disgusting live in. A side that only the most hardcore of fans wants to see. The side of wrestling that involves blood and near death matches. After all, what's the point in living if you can't live the way you truly desire to? You'll see this side of me at Epic Heath, and you will fear for your life. Because you see, in the ring, there's nothing anybody can do about it. In the ring, it's legal, and I can do with you whatever I wish... everything short of killing you. Prepare yourself for a long night Heath... because it's going to be the longest night of your life. From the very second our match begins, you're going to wonder when will it end? When will the pain stop? Do I even have a chance at living as I used to? And all those questions will flood your mind until I say it stops. I'm the one in control. I say how much pain you endure and for how long. I say when the match ends and I say when I'm finished with you. And believe me Heath, by the time the night is over, you'll want to be finished with me for good. Never again will you want to face me in the ring for fear of what will happen if you do.

The Electrician is about to walk around the humvee and climb in when he stops and looks into the camera.

E: And one more thing Heath. There's something you should remember the rest of your career here. In life there's always someone better than you... and that someone...


The scene fades to black as the camera stays focused on the Electrician, who's still smiling. \