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Date Posted: 10:34:56 11/04/99 Thu
Author: Cupid and The Lethal Weapons
Subject: HELP us...somebody, PLEASE!!!

(The scene opens in the abandoned warehouse that has become familiar in the eyes of the fans of the TTSWF. It is easily recognized as the hangout of Cupid and, more recently, the Lethal Weapons, Hatred and Rage. The camera finds Hatred and Rage smashing everything in sight. They are crushing concrete blocks with their fists and punching more holes in the already bullet-riddled walls. Each thunderous hit sends little bits of the ceiling showering down onto the three of them and the cameraman.)

(Cupid is seen in the corner, cheering the behemoths on as the rip and tear evrything the see to shreds. He is laughing hysterically and seems to be enjoying himself. The cameraman starts to back off to avoid being involved just as Cupid notices him standing there watching the extravaganza of destruction.)

(Cupid jumps to his feet and goes over to the cameraman. He begins to speak.)

Cupid: Woah, woah, woah, my friend. Where do you think you're going?

Cameraman: (in a scared tone of voice) I..I..I was just going to leave.

Cupid: (with a playful tone in his voice) Oh, nonsense. The fun's just beginning. Stick around. You might learn something. Besides, we've got a few words for our fans.

Cameraman: (half-jokingly) Ok, what could it hurt? (thinking to himself) *hopefully not me.*

Cupid: Well, I guess you saw what was going on here, huh?

(The cameraman nods.)

Cupid: Well, this destructive temper tatrum is all President Vengeance's fault. You see, when my boys here learned about his little get-rich-quick scheme, they didn't take it too well. They were looking forward to crushing Cold Steel in the middle of the ring. But, since the card was cancelled, they just started smashing anything and everything they could. I hope the Prez gets his head out of his ass soon enough to save us all. I don't think these two will EVER stop crushing things. Cold Steel should be thanking the Lord for making President Vengeance a sell-out.

Now, I know this little fiasco isn't gonna last forever. I know it. So I'm just gonna keep my cool until the TTSWF gets back out on the road. Until then, my aggression is just gonna build up, and the first man I face upon my return is gonna rue the day he ever met me.

(The Lethal Weapons begin screaming in the background.)

Hatred: BARBARA STREISAND!?!

(He smashes his fist through the wall.)

Rage: THAT BIG-NOSED BITCH!?!

(He kicks another hole in the wall.)

Cupid: (to them) Hey boys, look! A playtoy! (pointing to the cameraman)

Cameraman: OH GOD! NO!!! NOT ME!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!

(The last image seen is Hatred, with a playful girn on his face, reaching for the camera. The camera is knocked to the ground and goes to static. Then, it fades to black.)

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