Death Angel is seen wearing a torn and blood stained white T-shirt, a pair of Lot 29 jeans, and a pair of Nike air force one's. The time is night around eleven or later. The police sirens are blaring boisterously as they pass his position. Sitting outside of a burned down warehouse on top of a barrel he gives a very sinister smile.

"Why am I so cursed? I did everything that I was suppose to do to get to my dream and now these people all around me want to bring me down to the ground," he says before picking up a crowbar and clobbers himself a couple times across the head with it. He then, once satisfied with the pain and hurt inflicted on himself pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials a number. He puts it on speakerphone and listens as the voicemail picks up:

'You have reached the Luscious... I'm not in at the moment so hit me at the beat.'

~BEEP!~

" You and your little boy toy friend is bringing Chaos right?" Death Angel shakes his head as he talks. "Do you know why they called me a Legend, one of the greatest to wrestling in this sport, Chaos? It's because there was chaos in every match that I participated in. Whether it was a standard match, Steel Cage, Hell in a Cell, Inferno, TLC, First Blood, or whatever it was, I gave my all and cared more about destroying my opponent than my own health. I loved the taste of my own blood and that taste fueled more. I was like a bull cause when I saw red I went berserk and when I had this rage in me, it took more than a few refs to stop me from my path of destruction."

Death Angel pauses to let what he said sink in a little bit. "That same blood still flows through my veins when I get my hands on whoever you plan on putting me up against me, I will show anyone and everyone who doubted me. I am the legend that change the face of sports entertainment."

Angel pauses to give off a very sinister sounding laughter before continuing. "As much as I want to kill you and your little boy toy for underestimating me and thinking that I'm something to be laughed about, I am just going to hurt you both very badly, and that will shut up all of the asshole jack off critics who talk about my last victory not being earned. I pinned Luis to the mat 1, 2, 3! I was declared the winner and it's still not enough to these assholes. I am a champion and a legend before my time, but these dumb ass college rejects around the world just don't understand the greatness that they see when I step into the ring. But soon they will find out, soon they will see why I am the legend. Soon they will."

Letting the sick and twisted smile on his face grow bigger and wider he continues his message by saying, "Yes! Instead of killing you like my voices are telling me too, I am just going to beat some sense into that thick skull of yours. Yes!!!" Angel smirks a bit before carrying on with his message. "No matter how much these voices in my head tell me to do so I'm not going to kill you. I mean even though the ring will be stained with your blood like my shirt is, you will live... Even though, I will disassemble your limbs from your body... Still, you will live. Even though I will stand over your blood covered corpse... Still you will live. Even though you will scream in pain and agony, and beg the Lord to let you die so you can be released from the suffering... Still you will live, I promise... So, please enjoy your health while you still have it cause when I have my hands around your throat you will not be able to walk again," he hangs up the phone and picks up a bottle of Everclear. He turns it up letting some of it fall onto his chest, and smiles a very drunken smile as he puts the bottle down.

"Living a dream is something that is supposed to be special..." He whispers as a tear falls from his left eye.

"Why can't I ever be happy? Why god, why? What have I been forsaken, why have I been cursed? WHY!?! Just WHYYYYYYYYYYY!?!" he screams before violently taking another chug of the Everclear draining the bottle of the liquor, and throwing the bottle breaking it on the ground. He screams shaking his head while holding his head tightly. "SHUT UP!!! I WILL NOT LISTEN TO YOU!!! GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD, NOWWWWWWWWWW!!!"

Angel gets up off the barrel, and kicks it. "HE NEEDS TO LIVE HE HASN'T DONE ANYTHING WRONG!!! I WILL NOT TURN HIM INTO A LIFELESS CORPSE!!! I AM JUST GOING TO HURT HIM ALOT, SO GET OUT OF MY HEAD, NOW!!!"

'Don't you want to be the greatest?'

"Yes, everyone does. What kind of question is that?"

'Well to be the greatest, you will have to do something to show your dominate in the ring. You have to lose it and become a force to be reckoned with; something to fear. The greats like Mankind, Stone Cold Steve Austin, Undertaker, and Chaos didn't reach legendary status by caring if someone leaves the ring in perfect health. In fact these icons wanted to leave their opponents as battered and bruised as they possibly could. '

"You are actually right."

Angel turns runs toward his Bugatti Veyron 16.4 he just bought off the lot. He always wanted a fast car, but just never had the money for it. Now that he did he was going to have the time of his life in it. He opens his door, and gets in. He screams, before starting and closing the door. The car pulls out of the old empty parking lot as he pulls into the road. Hitting a speed of 120 in just seconds, Angel weaves through traffic. Passing up a cop car they turn their lights on, but doesn't move due to the speed at which he is moving.

"Now where is that other bottle of Everclear?"

Angel, not cutting down on speed, searches for his bottle of Everclear. He finds it and pulls it from under the seat. "Here we go." he says with a smile, "Now before I drink you, safety first." He ironically buckles his seatbelt. "Now come here, and let me taste you," he says to the bottle.

Angel opens the bottle and begins to drink it. He continues until there is nothing left in the bottle, then throws it out of the window.

"That was good, I think I need to hit the club up. It's a beautiful night and I know that their beautiful women out there, that should up lift my spirits. Since my so-called wife is so mad at me for simply living my dream. People simply can't be happy for me, everyone is against wanting me to fall flat on my face... But no, I will not give any of those two faced crabs the chance to pull me down. I have walked a very long mile to get to the destination that I'm at now, and I will not give no one and I mean no one the joy of seeing me fall."

"Ever since pre-K people wanted me to become a failure and I always proved them wrong. I have always shown them that I was a great achiever at anything I put my mind too, and this Saturday will be no different.
I will put whoever Luscious has in store for me, and put him back in his fucking place, and prove to the world that I deserve to be in this business."

Pouring the bottle of alcohol down his throat Angel swerves on the road a bit before putting the bottle down and regaining control of the vehicle. Now driving the vehicle with one knee Angel feels his chest and pants himself down.

"Where the hell is my phone?" he says speeding down the road. Finally he finds his Android cell phone and inputs the numbers before holding it up to his ear. As the phone rings he gets a cigarette and lights it. Slowly inhaling the smoke, he closes his eyes. Feeling the relaxing nicotine flow through his body, he thinks of his life.

Where did he go wrong in his life? He did everything he was supposed to do in life. He went to school and finished it, through due to his wife Jessica not being accepted into any college stayed to be with her. He loved that woman with everything he had and started feeling bad about everything that he did that night. But then again, Jessica was the rest that he was in the situation that he was in. It wasn't his fault that she didn't get accepted into any college. If she stopped trying to be the center of attention and had her mind on her studies more she would have been in college.

Angel could have gotten a high paying job, but Jessica didn't want him to because he wouldn't be home as much and Lifetime movies made her think that every man on the face of the earth was dogs. Angel was faithful, but after a couple of chick flick movies and a long discussion about what would happen to him if he'd ever put him hands on her or was ever caught in bed with another woman, he'd felt like he was lower than
dirt.

She never deserved him, but she didn't deserve what Angel did to her. But... Angel didn't deserve what she brought him though. She knew what buttons to press and she'd press them all to often. The outcome would be a fist sized hole in the wall and a couple of loud yelling that would leave her crying and apologizing. But, she loved it...

~BBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKK!!!~

Opening his eyes quickly to steer his car from hitting another car passing, he sticks his head out of the window and shouts to the other driver, "YOU ASSHOLE! YOU ALMOST KILLED ME!!! LEARN HOW TO FUCKING DRIVE YOU SONOFABITCH!!!"

Sticking his head back in, he pulls on the cigarette and puts it in the ashtray. Looking over to the passenger seat, he notices that someone is on his phone. He picks it up and says, "Hello?"

"..."

"Oh, what the fuck is up Bro."

"..."

"Oh, don't worry about that shit man. I just almost get ran over by some asshole that have no reason to have a license, but enough about that shit man... You ready to party?"

"..."

"I know man, women are something else right? I'll be coming to pick you up bro, where you at?"

"..."

"Stop being a pussy and come on man. You have a match against jaws would isn't anywhere on your level. Hell, I don't know why he's even in the match? How did he last? Anyway, you have Assassin who is another motherfucker that shouldn't have lasted this long in that tournament. Then you got a fucking retard who doesn't know who he is and will probably beat the shit out of himself before he gets to you. He might even pin himself, making it just that easy on you. Then you have Unholy a man who is a great talent, but he will be so caught up on finding the killer of his fucking useless friend that he would even be paying attention to you.
He might jump out of the ring trying to get someone and eliminate himself. So you have nothing to worry about bro."

"..."

Angel smirks and replies with, "I know I'm right and you should come to the club with me and enjoy your new fortune man. You deserve it."

"..."

"We're going to the pink monkey and is that on the other side of 45 or is it on 290 that I ride on to get to
where you stay?"

"..."

He does a hook slide/u-turn in his car to get into the opposite lane, almost crashing into another car. Horning his horn while still speeding he says to himself, "What the hell is wrong with him? He almost ran into me..."

"..."

"Yea, I know, some people just can't drive at all. Where do these people get their driver license from?"
Almost like deja vu he passes by the same cop car again that turns his lights on again, but still doesn't move.

"Donut eating pig... To lazy to chase me."
He grabs a c.d. and places it inside of the radio, afterwards he turns it up.

~BaM~

He crashes into a van that comes out of no where. The air bag hits him in the face making him lose some teeth and blood. Every thing goes black as the scene goes black.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Match~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So Jason here we go again you and me one on one Title vs Career,

So Jason how does it feel to lose in your match to Chris with all of my titles on the line yes I know I losted yet I still came out with a Championship why you didn't, Yes I know I was handed the Championship but having a title is still a title.

Jason I'm Death Angel and Syco Angel all in one and yes Jason I do have a mental problem so get the fuck over it. Yes Jason I'm the most retarded man on earth. Yes Jason I am human.

Jason there is one thing your forgetting you are facing me in my own match a Blood, Pride, and Death Match a match I have not lose in yet I'm sure down the road I will lose in the match.

Jason we have faced off in the past and I have losted in my past and Yes Jason I did even lose to Apollos in a triple threat match I was not pined in that match, Jason you can talk how your going to do this and do that but you will understand this win or lose I'm still more of a legend then you will ever be.

Jason your never going to hold my belt and defend it 5 times as long as I'm still around Jason your Career is going to be over and there is nothing you can do about it.

FARWELL TO YET ANOTHER FAILURE JASON THE BIGGEST FAILURE HAWK.