A loathsome seething had begun building up inside him, traveling up his spine, mangling Hank Henry’s mind with pure hate. They had all fallen under that harpy’s curse, Marissa Swanson, the cancer that was killing the AWA, and nobody seemed to see it except Hank, so it was up to him to be the cure. The Ring Report deemed her to be the breakout star of 2009, while PW Daily considered her to be this year’s sexiest slammer, all of it bullshit and malarkey if one would ask Hank Henry III, but nobody ever did. So now it was up to him to expose Marissa as the fraud, and Medusa she really was, he had to stop the cancer anyway way he could, unless it would be too late.

The last week had gone by so slowly for Hank as he kept an eye on Insomnia’s main event, vocally hoping that the bitch would get her win. Now Hank had nothing Chris, and in fact under any other circumstances Hank Henry would be wearing his Team Shipman shirt all the time. This was different though, Hank wanted to be the one that took his belt back from Marissa’s waist. When she went home the victor Hank was nothing but maniac smiles as he plotted unspeakable horrors inside his head.

Hank: I am going to turn that ring into a mother fucking abattoir.

He states with a dead pan tone the next morning as Shelly tells him of the first blood stipulation. They wanted blood, so somebody had to bleed, it seemed sort of barbaric to Hank, but than again that was just the nature of the business.

Hank hung his heavy hungover head, sitting in at the kitchen table of his home base staring at the black abyss that was a cup of hot coffee that tasted like it had been on burner a bit too long.

Shelly: So what no protest about how the match is bullshit and just another unfair win or lose by luck to protect the princess from a true defeat?

She asks looking up from her laptop where she played Peggle in between booking Hank for various Interviews, autograph signing and other whatnots. And while the thought had been sitting at the back of his head, it was way to early to worry about the bullshit. Hank hadn’t even been up for ten minutes and still wore the green plaid sleep pants, and dirty white wife beater he passed out on the floor in. what he did know was,

Hank: I have to take what I got, sure I want to beat her clean in the ring, with a one, two, three, or making her submit, but I guess that is just not in my cards, and while I want to punish and make her hurt just to teach her a lesson, the fact it’s just going to take a fucking fork to the cunts eye, or breaking her nose so she gets a nose bleed disappoints me that it will be that easy to win, but I have to take what I can get, once the Universal title back around my waist then I can worry about teaching the girl a lesson in humility. She has had it far too fucking easy, been given every easy way out, beating me with the likes of flukes and silly stipulations, well maybe it is about fucking time I use these dirty win stipulations for my own needs. They say I got to draw first blood, then I am going to draw it early, end this in the first five minutes, and let the stupid cunt go home and to any goddamn bleeding heart that will listen to her shrill squawk of a voice.

Shelly: Well like you said you have to win first, and while some of the wins she has are dubious at best, they are still wins, and the girl has a habit of getting lucky when luck is needed the most.

And all Hank can do is rest his head in his hands. Luck… A thousand lottery tickets, and all he ever won was five a ton up free plays. Luck, it might have been on Marissa side, but even Hank Henry III knew…

Hank: Luck always runs out, and by the way she has been coasting on it, you can tell hers ran out when she beat Shipman, now it’s time to get into the ring with somebody that is willing to hurt her, last month when she won the title she did just that and nothing more, she didn’t beat me, I could of gone on fighting, but she got lucky, I could tell she was ready to collapse by the end of it, I had pushed to the brink, and I know if I had a chance to push a bit harder and it wasn’t for that bullshit stipulation I would have had that match won. You know I was pissed I lost that match, but I got over it, and I’ve been ever since looking for a way to get back at her, now I get to, because I am going to maker her ugly this match, it ain’t just going to me cutting her, it ain’t just going breaking her nose and making bleed, it ain’t even going to be her period kicking in a staining her tights, it is just going to be pure humiliation on her half.

And Shelly is laughing to herself, which Hank looks at her with a pissed off look in his eyes.

Hank: What is so fucking funny Shelly?

Shelly: I don’t think you even care about the title Hank.

Hank: Of course I care about the title, I want to get that back and be on top of the AWA.

Shelly: But you want to beat Marissa more. After all the times she was gotten the better of you, I can tell it’s just eating away at you, just one victory over her, and everything will be fine for you.

Hank: Fine? Do you really thinks are going to be fine? Monday morning I am waking up the Universal champion, and sure it’s going to be great being back on top but it’s not going to be fine, when I am at the top I’m the one everybody is going to gunning for.

Shelly: But still beating Marissa…

Hank: Yeah you’re right I want that more than I want the Universal Title, she is my white whale. She is also the vilest person in the AWA, and nobody seems to see it, they all let do her thing, and she is destroying the AWA, she is destroying wrestling in general, nobody takes us seriously because we have that little girl on top, she runs rampant exposing everybody to her drama, acting more like a drama queen hell bent on the attention her parents never gave her, than a real champion. She has no respect for the business, all she wants is people to fawn over her and not to work for it. And I have to admit she is good at getting what she wants, I don’t know how she does it, but there she is in another bullshit match that is too easy to win, and too easy too lose.

He sips at his mud tasting coffee hating Tuesday morning, wishing it would be Sunday, so he could make Marissa cry like a church on Monday. It was almost sickening, and while he wouldn’t admit he wanted to beat her more than anything, the universal title had become a moot point to him, he had been there and done that, finishing off the mud that was excuse for coffee he tried to hide behind the lust for gold and not the lust for revenge.

Hank: But it’s most important that I get the title I never really lose back.

Shelly: Then take this seriously Hank this could be your last shot, and not only for the Universal title, but against Marissa, you lose this, and they just might consider you a joke, and you will be back brawling in the parking lots against the likes of Ronin or Metamania.

And Hank is insulted, he almost forgets his hate for Marissa and his want for the title.

Hank: Don’t confuse me with such curtain jerking jobbers like Megaman…

And this was his greatest fear, being a lowly ordinary. Hank could not let this happen, but his obsessions could be his down fall, walking the razor’s edge, he might as well been sliding down the razor, using his balls as breaks and falling into a pool of iodine.

These are the chances he would just have to take.

Shelly: Well it’s going to take a hell of more than what you have done before.

He gets up from the table and pours himself another cup of sludge, coating it with sugar and cream so it doesn’t taste so bad, and down half of it in one gulp before sitting down at the table wishing this hangover would just go away.

Hank: No it’s going to take me busting open Marissa and nothing more. Though I am not looking forward to this week, while I going to hit the gym and get in shape I know she is just going to fly in planes and flirt with limo drivers wasting everybody’s time because that little miss Tits and a Clit thinks that her boring life is so important she has to tell everybody her every goddamn movement, but the fucking truth is her bullshit is getting boring, and sooner or later everybody is going to see what I in here, and that is a spoiled child who needs to be put in her place, and believe me it’s already started watching Insomnia when her match came up, it might have been small but it was vocal, they are turning against her, this year she might be the breakout star, and sexy slammer, but by this time in twenty ten the only thing Marissa Swanson is going to be a star of is degrading porn that is only legal is the worst parts of Europe. And all it’s going to take is a bit of bloodshed to send this bitch on a downward spiral, and normally I would find this all sad, but I figure she deserves it.

Shelly: I disagree that she deserves such harsh treatment, but I do agree the title needs to be taken off her, and while I can’t believe I am saying, I think your best bet is to you use that fork you are so fond of using, a couple of shots with that the blood is flowing also I know you said you want to end it early, but I know you and you are likely to prolong the suffering to make her pay, when the primary goal is the title. Do not forget Hank, this for the gold not for revenge despite how much you might want both.

Hank nods knows Shelly speaks the truth, he was lucky to have her on his side talking reason into him, because he knew that if went into this with the mindset he had now, Marissa would win because Hank got careless.

Drinking the last bits of the bad coffee he struggled to find a balance between ending it quickly and making the bitch suffer.

It was not going to be easy.