A Warm Welcome Back

[Dr. Thrax]

--The Screen shows a dark dingy room with a single blood and sweat stained green sofa in the middle. On the floor is a carpet of middle eastern newspapers with a fine layer of dust on top. The walls are coated in a coarse bubbled green paint, although this is barely visible through the un co-ordinated mess of photos and blueprints. From the ceiling hangs a single undecorated bulb, the ceiling itself is a dirty smoke stained white.

From a small CD player in the corner of the room The Game by Disturbed is playing. The camera pans round to the sofa again and Dr. Thrax is sitting on it with his AtPW Title in a heap next to him. Dr. Thrax nods and the Music Stops, he then stands up and walks to a row of pictures--
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Dr. Thrax: Chris Extreme, Dylan Meech, Maverick, Clevland Griffin, Norwegian Playboy, Under Cover Brother, King Neli II, Ray Alan and Fissure. My targets for this season if you will...
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--The camera pans in on the pictures showing the eleven men Thrax has mentioned, with Fissure on top in a bigger picture--
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Dr. Thrax: Fissure, I have been told is my new number one contender. And I look forward to breaking his ankle in my new submission hold The Terorist Trap. Unfortunately I wont have this pleasure, because tonight I will defeat the other ten men on this wall and take my place on top of Warzone. A Place I should already be.
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--Dr. Thrax withdraws a large kinfe from his pocket and stabs it through the picture of Dylan Meech he then pulls it out and returns it to his pocket--
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Dr. Thrax: At No Limits I defeated Dylan in a match for the position of Warzone GM, but he used my poor grasp of English reading to stay warzone GM. So in fact I don't see why we have this battle royal, It should be me. No matter however I will win.
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--Dr. Thrax walks up to the Picture of Chris Extreme--
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Dr. Thrax: We were in the guild together. No competition, i've seen him train.
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--Dr. Thrax tears down the picture of Chris Extreme and walks up to the ruined picture of Dylan Meech--
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Dr. Thrax: I sent him to hospital, I beat him at No Limits, and I beat him at the Draft.
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--Dr. Thrax tears down the picture of Dylan Meech and walks to the picture of Maverick--
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Dr. Thrax: interesting, I have never faced him, or come into much contact with him, but Dylan can beat him and that naturally means so can I.
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--Dr. Thrax tears down the picture of Maverick and moves onto the picture of Clevland Griffin--
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Dr. Thrax: see Pain Overdose, I destroyed him, It may not have been fair, but I destroyed him
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--Dr. Thrax tears down the picture of Clevland Griffin and points at the picture of the ladies men--
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Dr. Thrax: Pathetic.
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--Dr. Thrax tears down the picture of the ladies men and arrives at King Neli II's picture--
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Dr. Thrax: honestly, who's scared of a clone? Kind of sounds like clown. and i'm scared of clowns, but he's a clone not a clown so i'll be alright.
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--Dr. Thrax tears down the picture of King Neli II and then smiles--
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Dr. Thrax: Ray Alan, at Pain Overdose he felt my Suicide Bombing, and he can feel it again. If he wants.
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--Dr. Thrax tears down the picture of Ray Alan--
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Dr. Thrax: so there you have it, I have just won the battle royal, and I am Warzone's new GM, how easy was that? and tonight you'll see it all for real when I walk out as the GM.
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--Dr. Thrax slaps his hand on the picture of Fissure--
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Dr. Thrax: My Title is safe. When you first arrived you went on a 'bender' and weren't seen for ages, then you won the European title, through a fluke. Then you lost. We've all lost at one point, but who did you lose to? You lost to WBE... Pathetic! You lack focus and therefore you lack the ability to beat me.
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--Dr. Thrax smiles and laughs, then the screen fades to black--
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[Dr. Thrax]

Updated, Fissure eat that