Yeah, I have no match, I'm so bored. Anyway, hopefully this can turn into something good. It looks that way at the moment. To Be Continued by you know who

The Backstage Bloodfest
It appears to be seen that Laz has been left high and dry in this situation of the Regional Championship. Everybody seems to be getting away with what they want, everybody but Laz. Chris Walker gets to go onto the finals at Showcase with only winning one match in the tournament, Wes Burkley is allowed through to the finals at Showcase with the oustanding display of cheating on Live, but Laz is left empty handed throughout all of this madness. He is left with no Regional Championship title shot, no rematch at Burkley, not even a singles match. What seems to be a bad time in Laz's life, it seems to be a good time for an interview from the perspective of Eric McKenzie. Eric has requested that Laz join him for an interview on the happenings surounding Live. Although Laz is in a particularly bad mood, he still agrees to an interview. At the moment, Laz resides in his locker room awaiting the time of the interveiw

£az "Alright Osirah, I am off to do this absurd interview with this Eric McKenzie person. At this time, I wish for you to stay here. I don't need to following me around everywhere I go"

Øsirah "But Laz, you need me. I do not wish to stay here, I wish to go with you. What if you are attacked or something. I would never expect for you to lay your hands on some nasty dispectable person who has attempted to attack you"

£az "Osirah, I can take care of myself. Whoever decides to attack me would be a fool in doing so. I might have fallen victory to a cowardly act of cheating, but I will not fall victory to a cowardly act of an attack. You're staying here Osirah, and that is final"

Øsirah "Yes, dear Laz. As you say"

Laz walks out of the locker room, leaving Osirah behind. Commercial Break. FTW comes back from a commercial break to see Laz walking into a room filled with cameras. Eric McKenzie, is sitting on one of the two chairs reading a magazine. He suddenly looks up and realizes Laz has just walked in

€ric McKenzie "Ahhh, Laz, I knew you would come. I had my doubts, but in my heart I knew you would show up. Sit down and make yourself at home. I would like to welcome you too..."

£az "Quiet old man, I do not have time for your silly games and welcoming. I have my own buisness to attend to, and I'd rather get on with my life than listen to you drone on about how happy you are"

€ric McKenzie "If you really feel that way than why did you come in the first place. You didn't have to come if you didn't want too. There's always the option of saying no. I wouldn't have been hurt or anyth..."

£az "Did you not here me the first time? It is obvious that I could have said no, but I didn't, so here I am. I believe you did invite me for an interview rather than a session on the subject why I decided to come or not"

€ric McKenzie "Of course, of course, an interview that's what I invited you for, right? Of course. Anyway, let's get on with this. Ok...Why did you decide to come to this interview?"

£az "If you really must know, it is because I have nothing else to do at this moment in FTW. I could go on vacation for a week and nobody would notice. There is nothing for me to do here, I am doing nothing but taking up space. I have no even a match against the weakest superstar in FTW. Like how low I have stooped, now I am sitting here talking with the likes of you"

€ric McKenzie "Oh ok, well, I don't think I am that bad, but I'm glad you're being honest I guess. How do you feel about getting the short stick of the Regional Championship tournament"

£az "Did I not just answer that question? The same answer applies from the previous question, to this question. I believe with old age you do lose your hearing."

€ric McKenzie "Ok, how do you feel about the conflict with Wes Burkley on Live. I believe it ended in Wes using the ropes for leverage, to get the win on you. Is that correct?"

£az "Are you blind aswell, or do you just not watch the airings of the company that you work for? You a truley hopless Mr. McKenzie. Would you not feel low to be living this chagrin? I was cheated out of the FTW Regional Championship, I was cheated out of being the first of its kind, and you are asking me how that makes me feel? Let me ask you a question now Mr. McKenzie, how would it make you feel if your pride was striped from your very being?"

€ric McKenzie "Well...to be honest...I guess I would feel bad. Infact I would feel extremely bad, I mean, I should be the one going to Showcase, not Wes Burkley"

£az "Yes, yes, my point exactly. Knowing this, you still ask me that question. It is something that always lingers in my mind. Why do interviewers ask questions that they already know the answers too?"

€ric McKenzie "Well...well...uhh...do I really have to answer that question?"

£az "Yes Mr. McKenzie, you really have to answer that question.."

The scene continues for about five seconds, feeling as though it has been five hours for Eric McKenzie. He continues to answer the question given to him by Laz, with a series of 'Ummms...and Uhhhs..." Until a man dressed in an EMT outfit burst into view out of breath

£az "Excuse me, but who in gods name allowed you to interupt my interview here with Mr. McKenzie? He was just about to answer my question"

€MT "Laz....It's Osirah...she....she...she"

£az "What about Osirah? Just say it before I bitch slap you!"

€MT "Osirah's been attacked!"

A look of shock overtakes Laz's face as he stands there for a moment. He then bursts out of the room and runs to his locker room. Eric McKenzie, happy to be off the hook and still in need of a story, runs after Laz although because of his age, he doesn't get far before he begins walking. When Laz gets to his locker room, Osirah's bloody form is being lifted upon a stretcher. He immedialty rushes over to the darkened figure overed in red and lifts her head up, pushing the EMTs out of the way as he goes

£az "Osirah, Osirah, can you hear me? Who did this too you?"

Øsirah "A....A....Hawlg...Hawlg"

£az "Osirah, speak clearly, I can't here you. Try for me okay. Who did this to you?"

No response

£az "Osirah, can you hear me?"

No response

£az "Who did this to you?"

Still no response

£az "WHO DID THIS TO YOU!?"

Before Laz even gets a chance to hear the non existant response from Osirah. The EMTs push there way through again, pushing Laz to the back. The EMT from before comes out of the pack and talks to Laz

€MT "I'm sorry, she's passed out from the pain. We're going to have to rush her over to the hospital as quickly as we can. She's lost a lot of blood. It'll be best if you stay here to try and find out who did it

Without another word, Laz storms out of his locker room, unable to look at Osirah's body any longer, only to bump into an unexpecting Aaron Hawk. Unfortunantly for Aaron, Laz has just gone through an event such as that and anybody is a suspect

£az "DID YOU DO THAT?! You better tell me the damn truth, now! DID YOU?!"

Λaron Hawk "Calm down! I didn't lay a finger on her!"

£az "Did you see anybody enter or exist my locker room at any time?"

Λaron Hawk "No, I didn't"

In a furious rage, Laz storms off, realizing he's not any closer to finding the culrpit of this dastardly deed. Laz punches walls, walking along the hall, as Aaron Hawk watches after him with a sadistic grin on his face.Commercial break. FTW comes back and the scene is taking place inside of the ring. The crowd is screaming, and all are in wonder of who attacked Osirah. Suddenly Laz appears at the top of the steel ramp with no lights, no pyros, no music, no nothing. He walks down to the ring, his hands bloody from punching walls, his hair messed up from his greif stricken mind. He rolls in the ring, and gets up, without any feeling

£az "Not but a few minutes ago, somebody in the back decided that they had some unfinished buisness with either Osirah, or I. I have people in mind, but there are too many to have the right culprit at the moment. There's Wes Burkley, who could be angry with me for speaking his cheating truth upon Live. There's Chris Walker, once my tag team partner, who might want revenge for all the times he fell victim to the Assassination. There's Justin Showtime who recently showed his face here in FTW, who upon his arrival decided to talk about his match with me in PCW of all matches. There are so many people I could talk about, the list is endless. So what I'm saying right now, is who the hell did it?! I'm giving the culprit to the count of three to show themselves, and we can handle this by the rules of the FTW. If nobody shows themselves by that time, I shall be forced to take the rules into my own hands in finding the culprit, and it won't be pretty!"

He stops for a dramatic pause

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