Mr. Hamilton: first and foremost, Jonny D let this place get out of control. He had let the dogs take control of the yard, and under me, things will change. I will take control again and get things in a working order. People see the product on TV and they can see it is out of control. What people don't see is what happens behind the scene. People think things are rough on TV. They really should see stuff going on back stage.
Linda Chadwick: Talking about out of control. What did you think as you were watching Monday Night Hell live inside the STAPLES center last week in Los Angeles as Snakebite not only cost his team the World Tag Team Championship but also hit Lance Mike's with a car and helped cost him the World Heavyweight Championship?
Mr. Hamilton: to be honest it was a disaster. No way should any of that should have went down. Like I said before, if he shows, he will be getting arrested and taken to jail. This place is hardcore, but last week went too far. This
Nothing like this will happen under my watch.
Linda Chadwick: Have you been in contact with Lance Mike's since the indecent?
Mr. Hamilton: let me continue by saying, I understand where snakebite is coming from, but he could have handled it a different way.
Mr. Hamilton: I called his doctors to see if things are ok. But I have not talked to him personally yet.
Linda Chadwick: Mr Hamilton I have to ask how you can make HcW great again after the rumours of you being involved in money laundering... How can you explain this...?
Mr. Hamilton: I don't know what source you have, but you should fire them.
Linda Chadwick: And how about the human trafficking over the border from Mexico?? I have heard your involvement in that... Can you explain??
Mr. Hamilton: Again, fire your source you get this bullshit from. Now, anyone questions about HcW?
Linda Chadwick: I am a journalist Mr Hamilton. I Hope you don't mind...?
Mr Hamilton looks at Linda Chadwick’s questions and notices Jonny D signed them off
Mr. Hamilton: This all makes sense now. If you get your info from Jonny D, you’re an idiot. This interview is done!
Mr Hamilton walks away leaving Linda Chadwick hanging...
Linda Chadwick then walks away shouting after Tommy McMaster...
Mr Hamilton looks totally pissed after the questions he just received...
Standing backstage, leaning against the wall in his trademark black hoody, Tommy McMaster was flicking his zippo and looking at the trash can against the opposite wall, wondering if he could set fire to it and if it would set off the fire alarms, as he thought this Linda Chadwick ran over, hesitated and then all of a sudden a camera crew and this woman were pinning Tommy against the wall.
McMaster: What the hell is this bullshit?
Linda Chadwick: Tommy, please talk us through why you made that challenge last week?
McMaster: Why should I? Get out of my face before I break it.
She paused for a second as a flicker of flame shone in his eyes, she breathed deeply and carried on.
Linda Chadwick: Please answer the question.
McMaster: If it will make you leave quicker then fine. I made the damn challenge because I am sick of the jibes by all these malcontents who follow the party line. I am sick of Raven because he is everything that is wrong with this place, everything he has that should be mine and tonight I rip the feathers off that disingenuous sack of bile.
Linda Chadwick: What do you make of Mr Hamilton and that he said any match could be for the Pure championship?
McMaster: Unless it’s my match I couldn’t care less what he does, what anyone else does unless it’s to my detriment or to my benefit and then I care. So he can come here and be all Mr big boy pants. He can swathe around like he is fucking Trump for all I care, peacock his way into a million lost psyches but if he decides on my match being the one then welcome your new Pure Champion. Now if that’s all I got a cage match to bloody.
He pushes past her and drops the zippo lighter into the bin as the flame starts to ignite.
Cameras return to ringside
Al Locker: Folks, it's now time for the Steel Cage match between Raven Trueblood and Wildfire, Tommy McMaster...
Steel Cage Match
Tommy McMaster vs (c) Raven Trueblood
The lights turn blue as smokes feels the entrance way as say10 by Manson begins raven walks out with his vampire girl as they look around b4 kissing as pyros go off as blood drips from ravens lip his girl points to the ring as he walks to the ring.
Richard Basset: This match is scheduled for one fall and will be contest in a steel cage match. First, making his way to the ring RAAAAVEEENN TRUUUUEEBLOOOOD!
He slides in his girl points to the corner as he falls back as she bytes his neck as he waits for his challenger.
Al Locker: Tommy McMaster challenge Raven Trueblood to this match up
Alan Carcia: If is a personal rivalry that needs to be settled, and it will be tonight!
The Lights dim as red and orange lights scan the arena, the opening guitar riff of “Burn It Up by Saliva hits as the Tron shows the highlights of his career.
You tore my heart out
You tore my life apart
You tore the sheets of this bed
Just like a porn star
Just like a porn star
One by one fire starts to line the ramp, on both sides towards the ring, as the lights search the arena.
I'm ripping pictures
I'm ripping you off the wall
I'm ripping letters
I'm getting rid of it all
Of it all, of it all, of it all
Of it all, of it all
I hate you and you're to blame
I'll send it up in flames
And burn it up
I've got gasoline
Got a match, got lighter for your memories
Then the red haired, Tommy McMaster emerges in the crowd, high fiving the crowd as he walks through the mass of people who are cheering madly for him.
Richard Basset: And his opponent... TOOMMMMYYY MCMAAAASSTTEEER!
Burn it up, to a pile of ash
Burn it up, I want to watch the blast
Just as soon as I blow it up
Ah yeah, burn it up
Ah yeah, burn it up
Ah yeah, burn it up
Ah yeah burn it up
He spins round, bows to his Wildfireites, spreads his arms out, bowed, then standing up with his back turned, one finger pointed to the ceiling.
I'm moving past this
I took molasses
Pissing on the ashes
I'm leaving where the past is
I hate you and you're to blame