Spike vs. Chronic

[Dave Masters]

DEADLINE FOR ROLEPLAYING IS 03/02. ONLY ONE RP IS PERMITTED, AS PER JWA TRADITION. NOONE BUT THE COMPETITORS MAY REPLY IN THIS THREAD.

[Josh]

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The ExWA camera’s flair inside the shadowy locker room of spike’s. He stands there with the lights off while he’s staring at the reflection in the mirror wondering on how he is going to thrash this chronic character. Chronic an affiliate of the alliance called “The Shades of Sin”. Spike’s face begins to get glowing red from the frustration building inside him as he thinks more and more of it. Spike looms hauntingly with his fist clenched and ready to kill. As he looks farther into the mirror as if he can read something on it as notices a knocking sound at the door as he glances over and says “come on”. Morbid Angel walks in with a devilish grin, while holding a scalpel in his right palm as he looks up and starts to mutter

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~/~/~[/size] Mor[/color]b[/color]i[/color]d Angel ~/~/~[/color]
Well Spike we’ve got a good opportunity this next week coming up on PPV. Oh and don’t worry about my match against 3T because he has no idea what he is up for. I’ll cut open 3T’s chest and feed him his damn heart, but you’re match is a different story you are up against one of the best in this industry Chronic. I’ve beat him in plenty of matches in the past including one time when I destroyed him in a match for his X-title in JWA:EWA, but when the belt came to it’s rightful owner I renamed it Necromancan title.

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No shit huh, but I think we should go to Chronic’s house and fuck it up right now kind of like what you did to Wicked Jester’s before he died. I hope him and his girlfriend is there for we can torture them and make Chronic incapacitated to fight in our up coming match.

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Spike stands there cracking his knuckles with an evil smile looking at Morbid as he’s rubbing his finger tips through his goatee pondering on the idea of torture as wickedly evil thoughts flow throughout his mind. The demonic superstars creep down the shadowy hallway as they enter the ExWA parking lot where Morbid has his truck parked. The two satanic wrestlers enter inside the leather seats of Morbid’s 2004 chevy Tahoe. Morbid starts to reeve up his v8 engine as he peels off, Morbid begins to tell Spike his new evil idea they should do for Chronic

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Idea of torturing the fucked up stoner couple of ExWA. That’s when it kicked me square in the ass my mind came up with a brilliant idea. We should hang their bodies upside down, nailed by there hands and feet while hanging on the inverted cross hanging on the wall.

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Spike looks at Morbid as if he has seen a ghost. He starts to realize that Morbid really is not a joke or a force not to be wrecked with. Spike thinks to himself on how he has seen millions of devil worshipping wannabes in different federation, but this one guy is truly the real spawn of satin. The two roll up into Chronic’s driveway. Spike looks at Morbid and calmly states

~/~/~[/size] Spi[/color]k[/color]e [/color]~/~/~ [/color]
Yeah I love the idea. I do not know about that, but we will do something devilish and psychotic such as that. Just remember Morbid of how much paper work you had to do for Wicked Jester funeral and I am sure you don’t want to do another one next week right?
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[Josh]

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The midnight colored Chevy Tahoe drives up the gravel driveway getting closer and closer towards Chronic’s house. The wrestlers look up and see a huge two story white house in front of them with a purple Dodge Viper park on the side of the garage. The gigantic black truck parks on the left side of Mary Jane’s Viper. Spike reaches underneath his leather seat and grabs his trusty barbwire base ball bat. The two anarchist leap down from the high leveled black truck. Spike swings the barbewired weapon over his right shoulder. The two sprint up the stairs in an adrenaline rush fever as they approach the front door. Morbid backs up and gets a running start a delivers a big boot with his size 12 steel toe boots breaking the wooden door into peaces lying now on Chronic and Mary Jane’s green carpet. Spike eager to get things started, he runs in and takes full force swing with his bat making a two by two foot circle in the wall as he begins to yell

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Chronic… Get you’re slobbering mouth off that damn bong and get you’re fruit booting ass out here before I come in there and make you!

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Spike waits for a half a second before taking another swing, but this time at the ceiling making sheet rock fall down as pink installation hangs down. Morbid Angel looks down at the mess Spike created and smiles with a grin and begins to say slowly
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I…..Guess…..There……Not…..Here?

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Spike looks down in disappointment of not being able to attack Chronic. With the anger he couldn’t hold inside he grabbed a near by metal bar stool at Chronic’s counter and throws in madly through there front window making the glass shatter into thousands of little peaces. Morbid grabs Spike’s base ball bat and takes a swing on there’re one of its kind glass table, but only to make a spider web design. Morbid lunges on top of the unique table and jumps up and down tell it explodes into millions of fragments lying across the carpeted floor. Spike, with a look that could kill he snatches Chronic’s two foot glass bong on the side of his LAZ-E-BOY chair and flings it forward heading directly for there 64in plasma T.V screen, cracking it into enormous amounts of glass shards laying across the living room ground. Morbid Angel appears to be hacking at a bedroom door with an axe trying to knock it down. Morbid looks around with a irritated look upon his face. He informs Spike to help him destroy this entryway. The two evil spirited souls commence on demolishing the doorway directing them into Chronic and Mary Jane’s bedroom. The two revolutionary wrestlers penetrate through the bedroom appear to be looking for something. Morbid Angel gets a disturbing look on his face as he embarks on obliterating a glass angel on the peak of a bookshelf in the right corner of their master bedroom. Spike instigates on ripping out all the shelves out of the dresser placed in front of there’re king sized water bed as Morbid is pulling a screw driver out of his back left pocket while proceeding on stabbing the water bed creating water to spew out over the $3000 dollar carpet. Spike observes a sandwich baggy packed full of some chronic weed seeing that, he grasp a hold of it and hurls it into the bathroom toilet and launches a large river of yellow pee on top of the baggy as he mumbles to himself.

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I would give anything to witness Chronic toking that shit up. In reality this is sort reminiscent of what’s going to happen this next PPV. I am standing over you pissing on your grave of misery.

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Spike marches out towards the kitchen when he observes Morbid located on top of a chair trying to tear down a fan hanging from the ceiling. Morbid glances over at Spike when he collapses to the floor with the ceiling fan in his hands as tiny particles of white sheet rock start to fall down. Morbid leaps to his feet as he howls “GOT IT”. Spike gazes at Morbid with a bizarre impression on his face as he tries to show off by capturing the extended metal lamp post in the hallway and heaves it at there’re sliding glass door towards the exit. Morbid Angel takes a notice of a dark blue Ford truck parking in front of the house. Morbid Angel speculate on who is in this vehicle as he’s sprinting to the entrance he thinks to himself “doesn’t Chronic drive a Mitsubishi Eclipse”? Morbid reaches out and takes a hold of the left side of the dark green curtain and peeks out the front window. Spike taps on Morbid’s shoulder as he pronounces

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What are you doing? Aren’t we going to demolish Chronic’s house some more? I want him to know never mess with Vidal Remains! I think we should tear down all of his trophies and also…

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Morbid Angel interrupts Spike in the middle of his sentence and informs him to “shut the FUCK up”. Morbid sneaks a quick look out the front window again, but this time noticing the Ford was parked at the same place Chronic’s normal parks at. Morbid stares a bit harder and observes Chronic stepping out of the automobile while holding a gigantic black shopping bag as his girlfriend Mary Jane leaps down off of the passengers comfortable leather seat. Mary Jane unlocks the trunk and begins to take hold of all of her presents from Chronic.[/size]



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Morbid turns around and looks at Spike and advises him they should go hide. Spike glances one final look at his victim he has to annihilate this week at Vertigo. [/size]
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The two evil minded characters, sprint down the stairs towards the basement below. Morbid whispers a plan in Spike’s ear![/size][/center][/b]

[Josh]

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Chronic enlighten Mary Jane of not forgetting there new Triple percolator that stands 3 & and half feet tall with spiral changing colors. She places the bong on the pavement driveway and gives a passionate kiss on Chronic’s lips for the good time she had.

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Thank you honey for taking me out on this great date and all these presents on top of it. I can’t believe some basterd stole your car the damn police better do there job and catch that punk I bet it was some gang banger.
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Mary Jane enlightens Chronic on how wrong it is of the thief when she notices there’re bar stool laying broken across the her flower bed in front of there Victorian House. MJ gazes at the empty doorway entering there residence. Chronic glances behind him as his face had a frustrated look when he fixes his eyes upon the destruction. The two stoner couple, stroll up the stairs to see there’re wooden door scattered across the green carpet. Chronic screams in irritation of the clutter arrange from corner to corner of there living room. Chronic shreds the black shirt off his chest as he glances at Mary Jane with a energetic impression on his face.[/size]

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Ok let's go though the house and let’s put any evidence in the trunk of our rented vehicle. Then I want you to call the police and when they find out who did this, I'm going to kill them myself. Someone with a sick twisted mind could only do this for no reason.

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I agree with everything your saying, but what about you’re plants down in the basement? The cops would be able to smell it from a mile away. Oh wait I got a brilliant idea why don’t one of us drive the plants over to Vegito house.

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Chronic budges some of the clutter out of his way to be able to relax in his LAZ-E-BOY chair. He looks down for his glass bong when he notices it was shattered across the floor. Chronic mumbles to himself

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God Damn It! Where’s My Bong?
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Mary Jane comes running while holding tiny chunks of broken glass. Chronic puts his loved one in his arms and hold her tight up against his chest. Mary Jane looks up at Chronic with a tear falling down her check.

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They broke my angel my mother gave to me a week before she had her heart attack. Those assholes have no sympathy what so ever and when you find him you’d better have none nether!
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Ok! Ok! Calm down sweetie don’t get all irritated by this jack ass that destroyed are house. Then we will pick up all of our paraphernalia lying around this clutter. Well you want to get your other bong from the bedroom so we can smoke? That fucker broke are favorite one!
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Mary Jane walks back to there’re bedroom as Chronic looks at his bag of marijuana. He pulls out a gram nugget and takes a big whiff and exhales with a smile on his face. Mary Jane tiptoes up behind her boyfriend and scares him by yelling in his ear making Chronic almost fall out of his seat. She smiles and gives him the two foot bong. Chronic snatches the bong out of her hand and jam-packs it full of good healthy cannabis. He takes a deep breather and commences on lighting the bowl while taking a fat rip.
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The two stoners finish off the long awaited 4:20 bowl. Mary Jane and Chronic capture all the drug items in there residence as they transport the evidence to Mary Jane’s car. Chronic take the weight off your feet by sitting back down on his chair one of the only things not damaged in the house. He pressed the numbers on the phone to get hold of Vegito and asks “if Vegito can hold on there’re plants until the cops leave latter on”. Meanwhile Mary Jane departs off in the direction of there’re baby plants. An half an hour passes until Chronic starts to get worried and stumbles down the stairs obviously baked. He flips on the light switch on the wall, but only to find out it’s not working as he mutters “strange”. When Chronic finally reached the bottom of the stairs he observes his girlfriend hanging from the ceiling by her feet, but Spike standing there with a box of some type in his hand.[/size]
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I got a present for you![/size]
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[Josh]

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Chronic stands there with his fist clinched and ready to destroy this monster that stands before him. Chronic dashes at Spike full speed, but only to get hit upside the head by a base ball bat that Morbid Angel was holding in the dark shadows. The two evil spirits embark on hanging the worthless carcass of Chronic upside down on the side of his girlfriend. Mary Jane shrieks in horror

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~/~/~[/size] Mar[/color]y[/color]J[/color]ane ~/~/~[/color]
You god damn crazy fuckers let us go! I’ll have you know that the minute I get down from here I’m calling Shane Powers and getting you fired and banded from all wrestling federations you to sick freaks! Also my boyfriend is going to kic…

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Mary Jane mouth gets shout by Spike’s hand as he grasps the near by duct tape lying on the table in front of him and proceeds on taping her mouth shut. Spike then looks at Morbid with a strange look on his face and questions Morbid of what there’re going to do next.
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See, I have been examining this downstairs basement ever since we ran and conceal ourselves down here. I noticed that there is an extremely large crop of cannabis growing in the side room placed next to this one. My proposal is that we hatchet down this harvesting crop before it’s time to begin drying cycle. What do you think?
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Spike nods his head in agreement to Morbid suggestion of chopping down Chronic beloved harvest. Chronic begins to roar in dissatisfaction to there idea. Morbid scampers up to Chronic and transports a kick to his face formulating blood flow out his left nostril. The two cruelly demons chuckle as they waddle in the direction of the room placed on the side. Morbid Angel and Spike march into a room filled completely with marijuana plants twelve feet tall roughly contacting the ceiling.[/size]

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~/~/~[/size] Spi[/color]k[/color]e [/color]~/~/~ [/color]
No, fucking shit! Chronic was joking when he said “he’s true chronic man”, but now I now for sure he wasn’t dishonest about his answer. Well, it’s time to whack down those things he calls “his baby’s”.
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The two of them progress on tearing down Chronic’s adored plants. One by one the crop gets cut up and thrown in the right corner of the room until Morbid notices an extraordinary, one of a kind plant. He observes that this one particular plant was off all by it’s self as if this was the little child or so called baby of Chronic’s.[/size]

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They finish off the rest off the plants by spraying them with WEED KILLER. Spike wipes the sweat coming off his head as he continues on smearing in the sweat into his dirty pants. Morbid walks over with a gorgeous colored marijuana plant over his right shoulder. He plops the over-sized plant onto the ground as he glimpses upward to see Spike looking directly at him with a strange look on his face.[/size]

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What are you doing with that? I thought you did smoke weed. Oh and where did you find that abnormal plant all of them look the same, but that one is unusual it’s not like the others. Anyways I think we should head out of here before a friend of Chronic decides to show up unannounced. [/size]

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Yeah, your absolutely right we do need get going before someone all of a sudden pops up. Oh and about this plant I become aware of it being off by it’s self so I wanted to question Chronic about this.[/size]

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They scurry up to Chronic and commence on asking about the strange plant they found as Chronic lays upside down with blood crusted on his face from Morbid kicking him earlier. Chronic momentary looks up for a instant as he spits some blood on the floor below him. Morbid gets annoyed by Chronic’s tactics of not talking so he takes a hold of the rope holding him upside down and swings him back and forth as Spike delivers a strike at his stomach, as Chronic pukes out chunks of blood and food. Morbid shouts in Chronic’s face.[/size]

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Look you insignificant little wise ass. Do I have to play ruff so that you can spill your guts? You got the count of three before I set up a table for open heart surgery on you’re WIFE [/size]

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Morbid gets face to face with Chronic and stares directly in his eyes. Chronic then spews out a puddle of saliva into Morbid’s face. Chronic then begins to yell in agony

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Fuck You! Yeah, you heard me FUCK YOU! When I get down from here I’m going to school you just like I did with you’re mother last night.

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Chronic had an enormous grin on his face as he pronounces the last three words, but only to get socked in his eye socket by Spike. The two demonized characters ponder on what they should do with Chronic’s number one plant. Morbid eavesdrop on a ringing sound coming from upstairs as he enlighten Spike to go listen to it and see if it’s the cops. Spike sprints upstairs towards the phone as he initiate on felling paranoid of the phone call of it may being a Police officer or even worse Shane Powers as he listens into the message machine begin to play loudly over the living room. Spike finds out it is Chronic’s teammate and he’s wondering when Chronic is going to drop off his plants? Spike burst into tears of laughter as he straddles back downward towards the basement. Morbid Angel glances over to see his partner has return when announces what they should do with the last living plant. [/size]

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I thought of an awesome idea when you where gone. We should slice up his dearly loved plant and roll it up with a piece of Bible paper. I know they got one because I took a glance at it upstairs and I wanted to destroy it. Stay right here I’ll be right back.
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[Josh]

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Morbid scuttles up the long wooden steps leading him upstairs in the direction of Chronic and Mary Jane’s bedroom. Spike sits down on a near by chair, starring directly at Chronic when Morbid comes running around the corner like he has been posses by the devil himself as he holds the Bible up with his arms extended outward.

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Hey man, I never rolled up a dobbie before so can do it Spike? Oh and I do not plan on smoking it…. Do you smoke pot Spike?[/size]

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No I haven’t, but I have seen plenty of people roll them up so I can give it a try.
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Spike proceeds on tearing out a chunk of paper. Spike cuts the weed up in fine little portions of cannabis. He tries to roll it up, but it didn’t want to stick so he shoves the whole thing in his mouth as he slobbers on it. Spike pulls the blunt to his mouth as he begins to spark it up. Spike exhales a deep cloud of rich pot smoke as he blows the cloud into the faces of Mary Jane and Chronic making them want to toke on it. Spike puts the blunt up to Chronic’s mouth, but just as he tries to take a hit, Spike moves the blunt away from his face and laughs. Morbid Angel snatches the lighter off the table and carry on to help Spike light the enormous blunt. [/size]

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Spike finally finishes off the blunt. He stands up and almost collapses to his knees from getting light headed from all the smoking. Chronic shouts in rage of anger “You’ll never get away with this”. Spike gets up and embarks on leaving, but he turns around one last time and looks at his arch nemesis Chronic with a wickedly evil grin and utters out.[/size]

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Your Crop Has Been Officially SPIKED!!![/size] [/b][/center]

(ooc I was going to do a little longer on this post, but I did not have the extra time I just wanted to make sure I get this in..... I hope you'll liked it)

[Chronic]

Ch. 1 Training Camp

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* The ExWA Cameras flair to life deep inside a forest in the middle of nowhere, as the sun is beginning to set. Rabbits run and hide in bushes as Squirrels, Chipmunks and Raccoons chatter at each other in the tall evergreen trees that stand guard over a large campsite. Six rectangular tents form a rectangle, two tents on each side and one at each end. In the center of the campsite are two tables, one long and rectangular and the other small and square. The rectangular table is set for eight people and sits at one end of the campsite while the square table is full of cooking utensils and stands in the center of all the tents next to a large round fire pit. Each of the four side tents have camping chairs, their numbers showing how many people are staying in each tent. Two of the tents have two chairs, one has three chairs and the last tent has one chair setting out. One of the tent flaps rustle and Chronic emerges from one of the tents with two chairs outside. He carries a bowl of homemade barbeque sauce to the fire pit, where roasting over a spit is a buffalo brisket. At the edges of the fire on a cooking rack sits a pan of potatoes boiling in water and a steamer pan of broccoli, carrots, and peas in the pod. Chronic lathers a generous portion of the barbeque sauce over the buffalo brisket as he turns the spit. Satisfied, he checks on the potatoes and vegetables. Both the potatoes and vegetables are cooked to perfection. He drains the water out of the pans, adds milk, herbs and butter to the potatoes and mashes them. Then he puts butter, lemon and herbs to the vegetables. Once he is finished, he adds a final layer of barbeque over the buffalo brisket and calls out to his tent. *

Chronic: Mary Jane! I’m ready for that platter!

* Mary Jane emerges from the tent carrying a large platter. She hands the platter to Chronic and takes the mashed potatoes and vegetables to the dinner table. Chronic transfers the buffalo brisket to the platter and takes it to the dinner table.*



*He turns and calls out to the rest of the camp…*

Chronic: GUYS! DINNER’S ON THE TABLE!

*Tents flaps open up. From one tent comes Vegito, from another comes Shadow, Ivy and Freya, and from the last tent emerges Corpse and Angel. They all gather around the dinner table and sit as Chronic slices the juicy buffalo brisket. The food gets passed around and soon everyone has a full plate. As the group begins to eat, they talk amongst themselves. *

Angel: Wow Chronic, this is delicious? What kind of meat is this?

Chronic: Buffalo. It’s like beef but leaner. It’s better for you.

Corpse: You are truly the king of cooking, in this group anyway. I love the lemon flavor in the vegetables. I’m quite impressed.

*The rest of Shades Of Sin nod and agree that Chronic has prepared a meal worthy of some of the greatest restaurants in the world.

Vegito: This was a great idea, Chronic. Training out in the wilderness, away from the distractions of civilization and back to basics. The air is clear; it’s quiet and relaxing.

Shadow: I agree. It is preferable to be outdoors on nights like this. With good friends, good food, and such a relaxing atmosphere makes this a perfect evening.

Chronic: We’d better enjoy this while we can. Tomorrow we start training. I have it all planned. It’s going to be a grueling four days, so be prepared and get as much rest as you can. You’re going to need it.

Shadow: So Chronic, if you defeat Spike and get to name the main event at Quest For Gold, which match are you going to chose?

Chronic: I don’t know. I’ll have to wait until the time comes and decide what will be best for Shades Of Sin. I’ll have to see where the titles are and I want to put a lot of thought in the stipulations. I want to name a match that will go down in ExWA history. It will be a great match, not to worry. But what about you Shadow? What do you think about your steel cage match with The Tiger?

Shadow: The Tiger is a worthy opponent…worthy but not at my level. I will show him the true meaning of pain and suffering inside that steel cage. He will know the wrath of Shadow The Lord Of Darkness!

Vegito: Sounds good. Personally, I can’t wait to get my hands on those punks Morbid Angel and Virus and show them suffering, as they have never experienced. Morbid Angel is like an annoying cockroach; no matter what you do to him he always comes back. Soon, I will finish him for good and then I will move all of my energies to making Virus’s life not worth living.

Mary Jane: Ok, guys. There will be enough talk of work tomorrow. Let’s get off the subject and have a good time.

Corpse: Mary Jane is right. No more talking about our matches. Let’s finish this terrific meal and go sit and relax around the campfire.

Chronic: Yeah, when we finish here we can make S’mores. I have the chocolate, marshmallows and graham crackers in my tent.

*The Shades Of Sin finish their meal and as Ivy and Feya clear the table the rest of the group retire to their tents to get comfortable clothing on and get all the supplies they need to have a good time around the fire. Soon, everyone emerges, Corpse and Angel bring out four bottles of wine, Vegito comes to the fire pit with a case of beer, Shadow, Ivy and Freya arrive with a strange blood red brew that bubbles and smokes. Chronic and Mary Jane exit their tent with a once of weed, a bong, marshmallows, chocolate bars, and graham crackers. The wine, beer, strange brew, bong and S’mores get passed around the fire and everyone partakes of what they chose to. Before long, Corpse reaches for his guitar and begins to play and sing. Angel joins in, merging her voice with his as Ivy looks up at Shadow pleadingly. Shadow nods his head and Ivy lends her voice to the melody. The sweet notes echo thought the forest until the final notes of the song fade out into the darkness of the night. The bong keeps getting passed around and around the campfire, the bowl seeming to last forever. The bong gets passed to Chronic and he begins to sing.

Chronic: This is the bowl that never ends,
It just goes on and on, my friends.
Some people, started smoking it,
Not knowing what it was.
And they’ll continue smoking it because,
This is the bowl that never ends…

*Vegito starts giggling at the song as everyone has a good laugh. Conversation ensues as the camera slowly fades to black*

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[Chronic]

Ch. 2 The Reunion

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DROP YOUR COCKS AND GRAB YOUR SOCKS, MAGGOTS! IT’S A BRIGHT, BEAUTIFUL MORNING AND WE’RE BURINING DAYLIGHT! MOVE IT! MOVE IT! MOVE IT![/size]

*The quiet morning air is split with the sounds of someone shouting in the middle of the camp. The tents rustle with movement as the members of Three Shades Of Sin hurry to get dressed in their workout gear and rush out to the fire pit. Standing there is Chronic’s old teammate and member of the disbanded Walking Legends, Maddog. He is dressed in a black tank top and fatigues and stands proudly. Chronic walks up to his old teammate and gives him a hardy handshake.*

Chronic: I’m glad you could make it. It’s good to see you.

Maddog: I had to pull some strings, but I was able to get a week pass. I don’t think that if I wasn’t a wrestling superstar I wouldn’t be here. But I told ya, brother, anytime you call, I’ll be there for you.

Chronic: I appreciate it, my friend.

*Mary Jane emerges from the tent, sees Maddog and squeals as she runs to him. *

M.J.: Maddog!!!!

*Mary Jane jumps up into Maddogs arms and he catches her as they hug. He carefully sets her down as she kisses him on the cheek. *

M.J: Oh my God! How have you been? What are you doing here?

Maddog: I’m doing ok. Fighting the good fight over in Iraq still. Chronic called me about a month ago and asked if I would take him and his new teammates through four days of hardcore military style training to get ready for Vertigo. Of course I jumped at the chance to help him and take a little time off from the war in Iraq. Speaking of that…LINE UP, MAGGOTS! IT’S TIME FOR MORNING CALETHSTETICS! [/size]

*The members of Shades of Sin line up as Maddog leads them through a routine starting with stretches and ending with 100 push-ups and 100 sit-ups. After a hardy 45-minute breakfast they hit go to one of the tents at the end of the campsite. Inside is a small yet well-equipped weight room. They spend the rest of the morning pumping iron until the get an hour break for lunch. After lunch, Maddog instructs the group to load up their backpacks to a weight of 90 lbs. for the men and 50 lbs. for the women. After confirming the weight of all the packs, Maddog leads them through the woods on a ten-mile hike. As they are hiking, they pass a few many of the outdoor marijuana gardens that Chronic has hidden in these woods.

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They continue on running up and down hills and mountain trails for about two hours when suddenly, Chronic and Mary Jane both hear voices in their minds. *[/color]

[glow=teal,2,300]Voice: Chronic! Mary Jane! This way. I know you are searching for me, so here I am. Take the opportunity to stand before your new lord and master.[/glow]

*Chronic turns to Mary Jane and they both look up a separate path that they feel compelled to take. The group slowly leaves Chronic and Mary Jane behind and they start to climb the separate path. Within fifteen minutes, Chronic and Mary Jane stand in front of a large cave. Bones and carcasses litter the ground before the cave. The air from the cave is stale and carries the stench of death. Chronic and Mary Jane start to turn away from the cave when they hear the voice again. *

[glow=teal,2,300]Voice: Come now. Don’t give up, you’re so close to finding what you are searching for. Besides, aren’t you curious? Enter my lair…if you have the courage.[/glow]

*Chronic and Mary Jane retrieve flashlights from each others backpacks and cautiously begin to enter the mysterious cave. *

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[Chronic]

Ch. 3 The Cave

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*The lights from the flashlights dimly light the beige colored rock walls. Satanic symbols painted in blood adorn the walls. The only sounds in the cave are the labored breathing of Mary Jane and Chronic, the sound of their shoes crunching in the dirt and distant dripping as moisture drips off the walls. Chronic shifts his backpack and carefully picks his way around the skulls, bones and carcasses, some of them human. Mary Jane follows closely behind. The cave expands after about twenty feet into a large cavern.

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Chronic and Mary Jane continue in silence until they see a strange blue glow eminating from a darkened passageway. *[/color]

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[glow=teal,2,300]Voice: Yes, that’s it. Come this way, said the spider to the fly. Come meet your doom, Chronic. I will rip out both of your hearts and feast on your souls.[/glow]

*Chronic and Mary Jane carefully make their way through the archway. Blue crystals glow, providing ample light to see. Chronic and Mary Jane turn off their flashlights to save the batteries. Carefully, they explore the cave when suddenly a hulking giant of a being rushes out of a dark corner at them. Chronic pushes Mary Jane out of the way and dives as the figure passes by with superhuman speed. The figure stops in the light, turns and grins evilly at Chronic and Mary Jane. *

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[glow=teal,2,300]Voice: I see you have met my first guardian. His name is Avarice. He represents my favorite of the Seven Deadly Sins, Greed. Foolish mortals. It’s sad that they can’t see my master plan.[/glow]

Chronic: What plan is that?

[glow=teal,2,300]Voice: If you can reach me, I will reveal my plan. But for now, you have other concerns. Destroy him Avarice![/glow]

*Avarice rushes Chronic again and Chronic dodges and runs away. As he runs, he takes off his backpack and reaches in to grab his black studded nunchucks. He turns and as he starts swinging the nunchucks he runs towards Avarice. Avarice rushes towards Chronic and Chronic hits Avarice in the leg as he dives and rolls, landing on his feet. Avarice turns and slashes at Chronic with his claws, ripping Chronic’s shirt and digging out claw red sticky claw marks on his stomach and chest. Chronic retaliates with a nunchuck blow to the forehead. Avarice just growls as Chronic hits him on the side of the face. Avarice backhands Chronic sending him flying through the air. Chronic lands in a heap as Avarice advances on him grinning menacingly. As Avarice nears, Chronic hits Avarice in the knees with a thrust kick. Avarice howls in pain and falls to the ground as Chronic gets to his feet. Chronic hits Avarice in the face with a drop kick, knocking Avarice’s head back into the stone floor. Chronic rolls to his feet and lands in a crouching defensive martial arts stance as Avarice sits up and gets to his feet. They circle each other, Avarice feigning attacks and Chronic blocking. Avarice falls off balance and Chronic takes advantage of his opponent’s temporary weakness by throwing Avarice across the room. Avarice lands at the edge of a ledge, slides and falls off the ledge. Avarice lands atop a stalagmite, the sharp point impaling Avarice as thick, black blood gushes out of the wound. Chronic and Mary Jane stand at the ledge and look down as Avarice shutters and breathes his last breath. *

[glow=teal,2,300]Voice: Very good, Chronic very good. You have defeated Avarice, but more challenges lay ahead. Challenges that you and that bitch whore with you will never overcome. I await your presence.[/glow]

*Another doorway lights up and Chronic and Mary Jane turn to look at it. Chronic slumps down and Mary Jane rummages through her backpack to find her first aid kit. She tends to his wounds as he loads a bowl in a glass pipe. They pass off hits, resting until the bowl is ashed. They then stand, kiss passionately and then hold hands as they walk off together into the unknown. *

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[Chronic]

Ch. 4 The Black Pool

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*Chronic and Mary Jane creep into the next room and before them, they see a pool of thick black water surrounded by fog. The oily substance stretches out as far as the eye can see. Suddenly the edge of the black water bubbles and a skull floats to the top. Mary Jane steps back away from the pool as through the fog a shadowy figure rows a boat towards the shore. As the boat gets closer the figure in the boat can be seen clearer.

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The boat runs ashore and the boatman motions for Chronic and Mary Jane to get in the boat. Chronic gets in first, and keeping an eye on the boatman, he helps Mary Jane into the boat. The boatman says nothing; he simply rows the boat out into the inky thick pool. Chronic and Mary Jane sit down in the boat and huddle together. Chronic produces a joint from his pocket and sparks it. *[/color]

Mary Jane: Who is sending us these messages in our minds? It’s creepy.

Chronic: I don’t know baby. All I know is that I have to find out who this is. There is a buzzing in my head that keeps whispering, “Find him. Destroy the evil.” I can’t get it out of my head.

Mary Jane: I hear the same thing. I just hope we can hurry up and get this all over with. I don’t like it in here.

* Chronic hands Mary Jane the joint and she takes a few relaxing tokes to calm her nerves. A skeletal hand covered with the inky black substance reaches over the side of the boat. Chronic and Mary Jane look over the side of the boat and find thousands of tortured souls swimming towards the boat in an attempt to climb out of the black sludge. They call out to the boat…*

Tortured Souls: Help us! Please! Take us with you! Don’t leave us. Nooooo!

*The boatman simply uses the oars to push the tortured souls away and continues to row. Mary Jane shudders at the thought of spending eternity in a pool of the oily substance. Chronic feels her shudder and pulls her closer to comfort her. Before long the boat runs ashore and Chronic and Mary Jane hop out. The boatman begins to row away as soon as Mary Jane’s feet touch the ground. Chronic and Mary Jane survey the area and find a passageway. They walk through the passageway and into the next chamber. Once inside the chamber it glows with a dim purple light. In the center of the chamber stands another guardian. Chronic pulls out his escrama sticks from his backpack as the guardian roars out a challenge.

Guardian: I will rip you apart, little stoner. I can smell your fear. Come closer so I can crack open your skull and suck out all the sweet goo inside.

Chronic: Bring it on fucker. I’m gonna smoke you!

[glow=teal,2,300]Voice: Meet my next guardian, Pride. See how big my Pride is? He represents my second favorite of the Seven Deadly Sins. He’s going to rip your marijuana-infected lungs out![/glow]

*The guardian charges and Chronic advances in a ready stance. As Pride nears, Chronic attacks with a dazzling array of strikes. Pride brings his arms up and blocks the blows, knocking into Chronic and making him fall flat on his back. Pride raises his foot to stomp down on Chronic, but Chronic rolls out of the way as Pride’s enormous foot makes an indentation in the stone floor. Chronic rolls to his feet as Pride turns to continue his attack. Pride swings and Chronic ducks, spins and hits Pride with a spinning back thrust kick. Pride shakes the kick off easily and grabs Chronic. Pride picks up Chronic by the throat and holds him three feet off the ground, choking the life out of him. Chronic kicks feebly as he starts to fade. Mary Jane pulls out a glass steamroller, loads a large bud in it and starts toking like mad, building up a huge cloud of pot smoke. She races up to Pride and blows the pot smoke into Pride’s face. Pride grins stonily as the THC reaches his small brain.

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Pride drops Chronic and starts giggling and stumbling around. Chronic holds his throat as he gasps for breath. Slowly he stands, grabs Pride by the wrist and Irish whips him into the cave wall. Pride bounces off the wall as Chronic sweeps Prides legs out from under him with a Dragon’s Tail Kick. Pride lands on the back of his head with a thunderous crash. Chronic lays one of his escrama sticks across Pride’s throat jumps up in the air and lands with his feet on both ends of the escrama stick, crushing Pride’s windpipe. Dark black blood escapes his lip as Pride’s lifeless face stairs up at the cave ceiling. Chronic picks up his escrama sticks and stores them back inside his backpack. He and Mary Jane rest as they finish the bowl in the steamroller. *[/color]

Chronic: You know Mary Jane, I’m starting to think I know who is behind all of this.

M.J.: Really? Who?

Chronic: I don’t want to say in case I’m wrong, but the first two guardians I fought tipped me off, Greed and Pride. There is only one person in ExWA I know that is very greedy and prideful. In fact, this person wanted to bet with me on the outcome of my match with Spike. He’s also very competitive, too competitive if you ask me. So competitive that I wouldn’t trust him to be in Shades Of Sin for fear that he would turn on his own teammates to win a title. I think it’s him, but we’ll have to wait and see.

M.J.: Then let’s press on. I’m getting hungry, tired and it has to be getting late. I’m sure Maddog and Shades Of Sin are out looking for us. Let’s get this done and over with so we can go back to camp.

*Chronic stands and helps Mary Jane to her feet. He brushes the dust off her ass and hands Mary Jane her backpack He picks his up and they continue to the next chamber. *
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*Chronic and Mary Jane turn down a tunnel that seems to be man made. Chronic stops in his tracks and stares carefully down the tunnel. He looks at Mary Jane and whispers. *

Chronic (whispering): I think we’re getting close. This part is man made. We’ll have to be extra careful now, there may be traps along the way.

*Chronic slowly and carefully makes his way down the tunnel, examining the floor and walls as he moves. He notices that there is a groove in the wall about six inches wide starting from the floor, running up the ceiling and down the other side. Every six feet these grooves appear in the walls. The tunnel extends six yards and then turns sharply to the right. Mary Jane follows, making sure to step where he steps. The tunnel darkens as the batteries in the flashlights die and the light flickers out.*

Chronic: shit! Now what are we going to do?

*As Chronic finishes his question, the grooves in the walls burst into flames casting the entire tunnel in a flickering light. They can now easily see to the end of the tunnel, a mere fifty yards away. At the end of the tunnel is a stack of skulls setting next to a stone door bared with a stone beam.

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Carved into the door is a large pentagram surrounded by strange symbols. Chronic walks down the hall and as he nears the door, the stone beam cracks in half as if hit by some invisible sledgehammer. The door explodes into a shower of sparks as it flies open, revealing a large room inside lit by torches. A black marble pathway extends over a ring of dark water to an island of black marble. On the island stands a giant 60’ black statue of Satan looking down upon a black alter with red glowing eyes. The Alter is adorned with black candles, a chalice of blood, a dagger, a black ball of glass, a cauldron and a black leather bound book with an upside down cross on the cover. Behind that alter is a throne made of bones and sitting on the throne is Spike. A rather large, muscular black man with railroad spikes protruding from his body lays his head in Spikes lap as Spike lovingly pets the man on his head. He stares into Chronic as Chronic and Mary Jane approach.*

[glow=teal,2,300]Spike: So you have made it this far, but you will go no further. You demise is near and I will be the cause of your demise. How could you have ever believed that you could defeat me? I am the spawn of ultimate evil; I am the spawn of Satan. He has given me powers beyond your wildest dreams, powers that I am going to use to destroy you. I shall feast well on your souls tonight.[/glow]



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[Chronic]

Ch. 5 The Final Confrontation

Chronic: You don’t scare me Spike. You’re nothing to me, just an annoying gnat buzzing around my head. You have no power over me and you never will. Do you know why? It’s because you have a belief, a belief in evil and a belief in Satan. And what is the root word of the word belief? It’s…L…I…E…LIE! Satan gives you no powers that the human mind does not already possess. That’s a lie. Satan does not protect you. That’s a lie. I figured out that you were behind all this. It was obvious. I had to overcome your Avarice and your Pride, two things you have in quantity. Begging me to bet you on the outcome of our match. Convincing people, even your own teammates Morbid Angel and Mastema to attack you just so you can earn title defense money. You’re greedy Spike.

[glow=teal,2,300]Spike: Thank you.[/glow]

Chronic: You’re welcome, but I’m not finished. Your over inflated pride makes you believe that you shouldn’t have to earn a title shot you’d rather buy it. Your pride makes you believe that you are too good to wait for your shot like everyone else has to. That was your plan all along, to buy your way to the top of the ExWA. Well, it’s not going to work, Spike. I’m here to stop you.

[glow=teal,2,300]Spike: You? Stop me? That’s never going to happen, you poor foolish bastard. I’ll kill you before you even have a chance to escape. Then Vital Remains will continue to takes control of action zone and evil will prevail.[/glow]

Chronic: You’re forgetting something. Evil never triumphs over good. Don’t you get out and see any movies? Well, I’d guess not since it doesn’t look like you leave this cave at all. Your skin is paper white. You need to get some sun.

[glow=teal,2,300]Spike: Enough of this pointless chatter. I am a being of action. So let me introduce you to my last guardian…Minime! [/glow]

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*Minime looks up pleadingly at Spike and whimpers. *

[glow=teal,2,300]Spike: No Minime! You must destroy him. You cannot allow him to stand in my way.[/glow]

*Minime whimpers at Spike again. Spike’s face is a mask of anger.*

[glow=teal,2,300]Spike: What do you mean he’s your favorite wrestler? What about me? I’m ten times better than him. Enough of this, kill him or I will flay your skin off of you with a dagger. Now go![/glow]

*Minime stands up and faces Chronic. Chronic sighs, rolls his eyes and gets into a martial arts stance. Minime growls at Chronic as he runs at him. As he reaches out for Chronic, Chronic drops down to his knees and crawls between the guardian’s legs. Then Chronic stands and runs to the alter to retrieve the dagger. Chronic throws the dagger at Minime and it sticks in the center of his chest. Minime looks down in shock and surprise at the dagger protruding from his chest. Then Minime begins to laugh as he pulls the dagger from his chest with a sickening slurping sound and throws the dagger aside. He advances on Mary Jane as she backs away and Chronic runs to intercept Minime. Chronic chop blocks Minime, bringing him down. Then Chronic starts putting the boots to Minime as hard as he possibly can. Minime pushes Chronic away and attempts to stand, but Chronic kicks Minime in the ribs with a left roundhouse kick, followed by a right and finally a jump spinning back kick to his jaw. The blow stuns Minime as Chronic simply pushes Minime into the dark waters surrounding the statue. Minime screams in agony as the water around him begins to bubble like acid. Minime slowly sinks as the water eats away his massive body.*

[glow=teal,2,300]Spike: Noooooo! You killed my Minime! Now you will pay![/glow]

*Spike concentrates on Chronic and Chronic flies through the air, slamming into the cavern wall. Then he flies to the other side of the room slamming into the opposite wall. Mary Jane calls out to Chronic in worry and frustration when she notices that as Spike uses his powers the black glass ball glows brighter and brighter. Mary Jane runs over to the alter and snatches the black glass ball. As Mary Jane touches it, Spike turns his gaze on her.*

[glow=teal,2,300]Spike: Don’t touch that, bitch! Drop it![/glow]

*Mary Jane shrugs then holds the ball above her head and drops the ball into the boiling cauldron.

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The cauldron starts to shake on the alter. A rumbling sound coming from deep inside the earth fills the cavern as the caves begin to shake. Dirt and small rocks fall from the cave ceiling and suddenly the shaking stops. Chronic drops to the floor, battered and beaten. He looks over at Spike whose face is a mask of pain and agony as he falls to his knees. Chronic stands shakily to his feet, reaches into his backpack and pulls out a claw hammer. He smiles in satisfaction as he turns and slowly stalks the weakened Spike. Chronic grabs Spike, turns him over onto his back and pins Spikes shoulders with his knees. Spike feebly tries to get Chronic off of him, but soon gives up as Spike realizes that he’s at the International Champion’s mercy. *[/color]

Chronic: I told you that evil never triumphs over good. Now hold still. These spikes in your head have been bugging me ever since you entered the ExWA. They’re more annoying than pimples on a teenagers face. Let me take care of that for ya.

*Chronic raises the hammer above his head. Spike’s eyes grow wide as Chronic brings the head of the hammer down and begins to nail down all the spikes like something out of “The Passion Of The Christ.” Spike screams in agony as the spikes are pounded into his head. As each individual spike is pounded in, a beam of light emits from the wound the drips with black blood. As the last spike is pounded in, Spikes head looks similar to a disco ball and his body convulses violently. Chronic gets off of Spike and runs away as Spike bursts into flames. His body burns hot and quickly and within moments is reduced to ashes. Mary Jane joins Chronic as he sparks up a joint and passes it to her. As he blows out the pot smoke he speaks.*

Chronic: Chronic 4:20 says, “I just smoked your ass!” bitch!

*A bright light blinds Chronic. In the distance he hears someone shouting.*

DROP YOUR COCKS AND GRAB YOUR SOCKS, MAGGOTS! IT’S A BRIGHT, BEAUTIFUL MORNING AND WE’RE BURINING DAYLIGHT! MOVE IT! MOVE IT! MOVE IT![/size]

*Chronic sits upright in his sleeping bag. He glances around the inside of his tent. Mary Jane begins to stir from her slumber next to him. Chronic shakes his head as if to clear away the cobwebs. Mary Jane sits up and looks at Chronic.*

M.J.: Good morning baby. What’s wrong?

Chronic: Nothing. I just had a really weird dream that I was fighting Spike in some weird caves. It was so realistic. Weird.

M.J.: It was only a dream, baby. We’d better get up and get moving. We have a long day and don’t forget that we need to harvest some of our plants. We need to make sure we have enough weed for the after Vertigo party when you defeat Spike for real.

*Mary Jane gets out of her sleeping bag and stretches. Chronic stands and gets his training gear on before rushing out to the middle of the campground. Mary Jane follows and as the tent closes, the camera pans over to the two sleeping bags. Next to Mary Janes sleeping bag is a black glass ball. Next to Chronic’s sleeping bag sits a board with Spikes head mounted to it. *

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*The scene slowly fades to black*

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