Cole: Sorry about that ladies and gentlman it would seem we were suffering technical difficulties with one of our production, or broadcast trucks. Everything iss undercontrol at this point and we take you live to the ring for our first match of the evening The Warchiefe Vs Nobody.

Cole: Entering first will be....

Tazz: Save it Cole, we're off air again.

Cole: Somebody has dropped the ball big time tonight.

Tazz: Yeah, I want to know what the fuck's going.

Cole: You can't say that, we'll catch a big fine for the f-word.

Tazz: Relax man we're off air remember.

Cole: Oh yeah, hey did you see what Viper came in wearing tonight, bitch was looking FIIIINE.

Tazz: Fuck yes she was, I mean I would tottally wreck that chick Cole.

Cole: Wreck? Man I'm telling ya if I had the chance, it would be undescribable what I'd do.

Cole: You know Tazz it's pretty nice being able to just talk, I'm tired of having to come accross the way they want me to. Commercial breaks just arn't enough time for us to be ourselfs.

Tazz: Hell fucking no they're not, no cussing on the air, what sort of shit is that? I mean everybody cusses at this point in modern life ya know. Fucking homosexual FCC, the other day I heard a little kid say "Go fuck a fire hydrant you salad tossing, quif eating, sorry sack of shit." He definitely pick that up from us, just another market we're losing out on.

Cole: That's dispicable Tazz, I dunno but they need to hurry up and fix our shit so we can get another show put to rest, head out crack a beer, and spread some legs...

Cole: Okay, I got some good news, while I was over there talking to that blond I was telling you about sitting front row, one of the staff said Candice Fairchild and almost all of the officials were out back working on our problem.

Tazz: Well thats something, I don't know what Candice thinks she knows about broadcasting units, but I'm sure she'll figure it out. How'd it go with the blond?

Cole: Pretty good, her kids wouldn't stop griping about an autograph. So I said I would trade mine for their moms, stupid five year olds, but I got her number and her name. Her husband showed up just after I got the news, and started being a total cock block though.

Tazz: So how much bigger are them jugs in person, they like sexual airbags like we were talking about?

Cole: Oh yeah Tazz four star crash rating easy.

Her pace was quickened as Candice came around the corner of the corridor, her secretary and a small spew of officials and staff hot on her high heels. Outside she turned left following the wall of the arena, coming around the second corner. Falling into the parking lot serving as the broadcast and production trucks home for this show. A small crowd of staff, employees, and fellow officials flooding her eyes.

"What the hell is going on with my sho....."

She'd come all that much closer, brushed through some of the crowd, seeing the chaos on the other side her word's instantly fell away. Oh my god, was slowly readable across her lips, but the words were deafening in their silence. The associates following her came to the same abrupt halt feet sliding over the loose gravel. They're eye's growing as wide as the full moon over their heads. Candice had only paused for a few moments taking in the sight before her, she didn't become the head of DWF hesitating, wasting away precise time and opportunities. She joined with Kevin McKain already on the scene, the pair barking out orders and commands. Get this, do that, everyone on location jumping, following the orders like well trained solders.

The fires were extinguished, the wounded, injured and shaken, took well care of and looked after. The signals were reestablished, tested, reset, and broad cast again. The parking lot had become a mini war-zone and the quick response of Candice, McKain and others leading the recovery was something to speak highly of. Mrs. Fairchild would've killed to know what had happened, but it hadn't been the time for such questions. As the show slowly came back on the air that time was quickly approaching, but the men and women who could answer were busy. They were under medical care, or insisting they work, do their jobs and get the show broadcasting once more. The pieces were slowly falling into place, that time had come. She searched the sea of familiar faces, then let the question roll into the ocean, knowing those with answers would come forward.

"What happened here, who or what did all this."

Several people came forward, all of them trying to speak at once. DJ, the head of production quickly intervened, sending the members of his staff back to their duties. Everything still wasn't as it needed to be, and he needed every last hand working to get it there. His orders corresponding, following with those from Candice and Kevin had been given. They had each said get the show back on the air, gave general ideas on how. He knew exactly how to do that, and gave his people the specific details, the exact orders needed to make the managers general requests happen. With that done he had become the most expendable person on the crew, even with his place of stature, it was ironic how it all worked out. With out him things wouldn't be moving at all the way, they were. For him there was little room he could slip into and actually work. Sending his staff members back to work, he stepped forward with their answers.

DJ: It was MadDog Strangla.

Candice: What? How did he do all of this, he have a tank? One man couldn't do all of this, I was just out here ten minutes before all this had happened, there's no way he could do this.

DJ: No Candice it was MDS. I've been giving the guy footage on opponents since he first came to the DWF, we've gone out for beers a few times after shows. It was MadDog Strangla, and it was him a lone.

KM: That son of a bitch, why...

"It wasn't Strangla."

The three turned to the voice, the certainty in it's tone, the familiar pitch. The larger the life man strolled leisurely and cock sure through a small group of people, around an EMT tending meaningless wounds. He joined the council being held in the middle of this chaotic scene.

Candice: Mr. Tang...

MFT: Presumably attending my last DWF show.

The glance passed over Kevin Mckain went with little notice, this could be an awkward meeting, Man Foo Tang wasn't about to let it be. So what if Kevin didn't have the courtesy to pick up a phone, let him know he'd made a decision. Give Tang a chance to plot some moves as Kevin had been granted, big things had happened he didn't have the time for such trivial matters.

DJ: It was MDS I seen him with my own eye's, so did a few other people, hel....

MFT: It wasn't MadDog, I personally banned him from this show. It wasn't MadDog Strangla.

DJ: But, we have...

KM: We've seen plenty of stars ignore suspensions before, there was nothing keeping him from showing up.

DJ: There's....

Candice: When did you ban him? I never received...

The head of production had become a meaningless peon at this turn, there wasn't a possibility he'd get a word in edge wise. He slinked away from the discussion with out even being noticed.

MFT: I suspended him from this show as soon as all the details were clear, the board was left to make their decision fine. Action was needed more promptly then that, especially with a man like MDS. I did what I did, and told him I expected even more harsh action taken by those over me. The Dark Requiem was dealt the same fate, notice was sent to your office Mrs. Fairchild rather or not it's crossed your desk or not I don't know, and I can't be held responsible for. As for your thought Kevin very true, but once again, I banned Strangla personally. The punishment would've been respected, I suspect through their relationship even TDR would honor my decision. There's a long standing respect between me and Strangla, it wasn't MDS.

At this point DJ had returned to the debate still on going, he was a little more tattered having rummaged through ruins. He held a round of cds in his right hand, and gave the officials current and former time. Their rattling seemed to continue endlessly and frustration crept on bit by bit before DJ had enough, finally speaking up over the trio.

DJ: It was MDS, and I have it on tape. We were testing a new batch of high definition equipment, before ordering a full supply for the company. Nothing fancy yet, just getting used to the new controls and stuff, going to run field tests at the next show. Anyways it was MadDog Strangla and if you come with me I can prove it...

They quickly followed behind DJ evidence of such convincing magnitude, none of them could ignore. Not even Man Foo Tang, who's resolve had been so sturdy against it not being MDS. Curiosity was a bitch, but it would find us all even at our least convincible times.

Peon: DJ we're almost ready, just finalizing the acquirement of the broadcasting satellite transponders five and thirty-six.

They all stood over DJ's shoulders watching the small monitor in front of the head technician. The high definition, blue ray folders booted, and loaded onto the hard drive. DJ going to work immediately layering the three components' into one watchable, hearable video file. In silence they watched, eye's wide, skin pale as a halloween ghost.

KM: So what about that mutual respect? Or are you going to stand there and tell me it wasn't Strangla, even after what we just saw?

MFT: It wasn't...As soon as you can, DJ air the footage.

Candice: What? We can't do that, not so soon, all of this has to be sorted through and made sense of, legal needs to be consulted and so much else.

MFT: That footage needs to be aired as soon as possible, even with this new attitude of his, MDS is a man of and for the people. Let the fans see this, let them have and form their opinions about this.

KM: I thought this wasn't MadDog Strangla....?

MFT: It wasn't, but I'm a man that covers all the bases Kevin...Trust me Candice that footage needs to be shown asap, Strangla or not it will eat the guy up. It will bring you guys that much closer to an answer, sit on it, hand out punishment fine, but you'll be no where nearer the bottom of all this.

(TBC)

Tazz: Have you heard the rumors Cole? Apparantly the DWF has begun hatching out, and have finalized contract agreement with Victoria Alexander.

Cole: Why's that sound so familiar?

Tazz: Dark Raven, Cole, she's Dark Raven, it looks like she'll be gracing our roster fairly soon.

Cole: Good! Our roster is a bit of a sausage fest, especially lately with more and more of our female stars disapearing. Dark Raven will be a nice addage for our viewing pleasuer, she brings a lot of nice assetts to the wrestling ring.

Tazz: Shoot she just brings a nice ass.

And finally BROAD CASTING once more.

Cole: Well lets not forget Candice Fairchild she's a pretty good looking lady too, I wouldn't mind breaking off a piece.

Tazz: She's pretty hot, but I don't know, I suspect she'd be a pretty dead lay. Probably the same as splintering up a two by four.

Cole: Really now? I'm more thinking she'd be a bit wild.

Tazz: Think about it Cole, she's the big boss lady, you can never do enough to please her. She'd just lay there demanding and expecting more and more out of you.

Cole: I guess that makes some sense, but I still wouldn't mind flattening her jugs...

Tazz: What? Really, okay, okay, how long? Dang, chill out Cole we're back on the air, have been for a little while now.

Cole: o_O......Um, sorry about that Ladies and Gentlemen, we were having some pretty serious issues with our broadcast units. Once again those of us here at the DWF are terribly sorry for this entire mess, and once again. Welcome to the Dark-Side Wrestling Federation's presentation of nWo Aggression LIVE FROM DALLAS TEXAS!!!!!

Tazz: We're told we have shocking video footage from outside the arena, apparently the cause of our broadcasting issues. Our opening match of The Warchief versus the nWo's Nobody will be delayed a few more minutes as we air this incredible footage.

"This new camera seems to be working five time's better then the HD equitment we're using now. Need to adjust the PFI for the lower light out here, but in the arena this thing should be amazing. Can't wait to start testing it with live broadcasts, and see what she can really do picking up the action."

"Hey here comes MadDog Strangla might get our chance for something decent to shoot."

Strangla came walking around the far corner of some part of the arena jutting out into the rear parking area. He walked with authority and determination, eye's sizzling as heat fog rolled away from the burning orbs. His stare was unwavering as the crossed the small parking lot, storming like a man possessed. His leather M.O.T.A. trench coat fell off of his shoulders with a purposeful shrug. The sleeves sliding down his arms before the cowhide piled on the pavement behind him, the man seemingly walking into the most important match he'd ever had. Strutting with so much intensity, passion marked with each and every hair standing on it's end. He marched to the nearest broadcasting truck, an F-650 box truck. DWF plastered all over the behemoth van, with grouped shots of various superstars continuing to decorate the vehicle. nWo spray painted by no Michael Angelo over all the graphic works. Strangla centered himself between the front and back of the box, gripping under the railing, beginning to rock the truck back and forth side to side.

"What the heck is he doing?"

"I don't have a clue..."

The side door of the panel truck flew open, a man jotting his head out. Instantly screaming around about what the hell was going on. He spotted MadDog Strangla and came down the steps, continuing to heckle about what he was doing. Strangla paying him no attention, staying focused on rocking the truck axle to axle. The man growing a pair as he started tapping MDS relentlessly on the shoulder, attempting to get his attention. To break him from his tormenting assault on the large truck, a brave man. It was persistency that seemed to pay off as MadDog slowed, and stopped the rocking attack. He took a large step back, centering his body over wide planted feet, flexing his arms under bowed head. The man moving to stand between the large Texan and his part of the broadcasting fleet, Strangla remaining to pay him no never mind. A low growl purring from the massive neck of the Texas Menace, growing persistently louder with each passing instant.

Atop the melon two spots began to glow with yellow and red embers, just on either side of the top at the back of his head. Horns slowly growing out of the scalp, shades of slate gray. The tips highlighted with the yellow points leading the horns as they grew, up a few inches from his skull. Each turning to the sides growing out then back down, following the curves of his head, a few inches away from hair and flesh. They moved down towards his ears, reaching the start of his jaw line each horn shot forward, tracing the line of his mandible. A few inches past the tip of his chin the growth ended, the embers fading from each side, the two horns pointing in at a slight angle towards each other. He cracked his neck left then to the right, stepping back forward towards the truck, shoving the man out of his way.

Two meaty palms returned under the railing of the dry box, a small lift and drop. Testing the weight of the vehicle, feeling out his own strength once more. The guy wasn't moved too far away as he came rushing back in. The knat buzzing around Strangla's head, pleading, begging, and questioning the man. Left hand came free from under the truck, MDS grabbing the annoyance by the chest of his shirt. He pulled him in close their eye's locking a brief second, urine flowing down the legs of the broadcast personnel, something flashing in Strangla's eyes. The man seeing things that would leave him in asylums for years to come, the poor bastard never meant to see such horrors. It was nothing to the rest of the world, a millisecond before the DWF mutt hurled the man away, back cracking through the windshield of someone's unlucky car. Yet, the horrors seen were of eternities past, and centuries to come.

Methodically head and hand returned to their forward positions, Strangla locking grip under the truck. Staring blankly into the wall as without a sound muscles pumped the the vehicle slowly tipped onto the far set of wheels. Screams flooding out from the inside, a head popping through the side door, the steel slamming closed over head by the odd angle. The forward wheel turned from the strange roll, and rubber skidded softly, the truck tumbling to lay on it's driver's side. A loud thud as steel imploded in on it's self, voices knocked silent from the impact. MadDog Strangla turning without emotion, walking with the same determination he held when first arriving on the scene. Straight to the next nearest truck of the broadcasting group another Ford box van, this one a few steps above the previous.

Still and F-650, but with a six foot longer box loaded down with even more equipment and people. The roof littered with small satellite dishes and antenna's, he centered his body down the extra length of this truck. Same as he had the much shorter one he gave a few small rocks back and forth, testing the rig and once more himself. This time he squatted his knees ever so much, placing forearms under the lower railing of the box. He shimmied reprepping his figure under the rig, stepping a little further under the van. Teeth ground as he leaned body into the cool steel, head resting against the heavily decaled metal. Exploding up, horrific roars of wild beasts striving to survive the wild shredded at nearby eardrums. The vehicle left the pavement, all four corners of rubber taking to the air. It spiraled in it's short flight turning all around through the air, coming back down to land on the passenger side Strangla was once holding. The Texan left to eyeball the roof of this truck, all the equipment bolted tightly to the top, unlike the undercarriage of the last rig.

Still a blank slate the man turned from the carnage he was creating, heading for the third and final truck. His eye's falling upon his last target, the first shimmer of emotion as a small smile cracked his lips. Appreciation of something that should finally prove to be a challenge, with anticipation his steps hurried ready to attack the next challenge. The eighteen wheeler, a massive tractor trailer even in the realm of semi's was deserving of it's own episode of Modern Marvels. The entire DWF roster was crowded down the lengths of the trailer, each star painted nearly three times the size of life. With each step drawing him closer, Texan smile crept wider as the distance shortened. Each step now held it's own spring, Strangla hopping to a near skip as he continued to approach. Beginnings of all sorts flooding onto the scene from the previously demolished screams, running in a panic as no one knew what to do. What was happening, some even missing out on where they were.

MDS stood at the passenger side corner of the trailer now, looking up with beaming smile. The top corner of the roof, thirteen foot and a handful of inches from the ground under his feet. Right hand gripped under the outside edge of the trailer, flattened left palm planting with incredible force against the rear door. He tested this massive vehicle the same as he had the others, with far less visible results. Side doors on the trailer flew open as individual's watching screens of MDS outside made a dash for it, some hung on, thinking there was no way he could do it. Others just weren't willing to take a such a chance as endless numbers bee-lined through the doors, stepping away from the trailer Strangla smiled big. Watching as so many scrambled about, breathing the scent of fear in heavily. His head shaking violently as he body slowly with a matching tremble caught up with him. The moment too over joyous as he soaked every ounce of it up.

Still shaking violently one had to squint to absorb the changes of the mans figure, veins pulsating wildly as blood flood through to his arms. The limbs turning a leathered gray, the skin of massive animals known only for their size, strength, and rage. Rinos seldom known for their loving side, his legs did not change species as they grew in size, but boy did they grow. He stepped back to the rear corner of the trailer, reasserting the original grip he held on the assembly of steel and bolts. Squatting down, leaning to the outer side he positioned himself perfectly. Glass shattering, alarms erupting as indescribable yell filled the night skies, the earth quaking from the booming sound.

His body thrusting up, Strangla dislodging the trailer from it's parking location. The tractor unit broke away from it's trailer tumbling a few turns before landing on it's high spoilered roof. The trailer in the mean time spiraled side over side repeatively, arching high through the air. Flying down the lenth of another tractor trailer parked the opposite way of the remains of this one. Still landing ten feet beyond the end of the sixty two foot vehicle. Giant crater left behind as the pulled broadcast unit rolled on another ten feet from the impact sight, through chain-link fence into the south bound lane of the freeway. Startled drivers slamming on thier brakes many far too late as they plowed into the housing of so much high tech equipment. MadDog Strangla hesitated enjoying the whole scene as he glanced around the rear parking lot, pausing for one lingering look on the last bit of carnage. The semi trailer oh so far away from where it had been parked.

The smile faded, he returned to where the leather coat had been left lying. His full human form returning as the made the walk, as he slipped into the leather the horns disapeared while he straightened the collar. As if nothing had happened at all he followed the same path he'd came in on, not one last look paid. The emotion once again barren from his form, as Strangla vanished around the corner of the arena. The camera crew testing the new HD camera and equipment panning accross the scene of mayhem one last time.

Cole: Tazz I don't even know what to say right now, I'm completely speachless.

The rustic interior of the cabin far away from any where in the Wyoming country, MDS set on the large cedar couch. Kalysto nuzzled under his right arm, her head once resting on his peck turned to his. Her questioning eye's waiting for him to look down and answer her silent queries. He set silent mesorized by the ending views of the scene, much like Cole left speachless.

"Huh, That's interesting."