(Final slow-motion shot of the Storm
heading back up the ramp with Stone Cold, sneering back at Rose in the ring, who
glowers out.)
The Storm: (on clip)
See you on Sunday, jackass.
* * *
The newly-crowned WWF Tag Team Champions
grinned to themselves as they headed down the hall toward their commandeered
Men's Room (dubbed, once again, the "Z-Men's" Room) after spending
some time chatting up the Dudleys. Bubba Ray, D-Von, and Spike were all supportive
of Zed & Zeta, though the bigger Dudleys obviously coveted that gold. They
were about to go on in, then stopped as they spotted a cameraman. "Get
lost," Zed growled, raising his right fist. The cameraman quickly complied.
Zed and Zeta ambled into the locker
room and grinned to the two people seated inside on chairs. Matthew Skinner
sat with his t-shirt off, his scars exposed, taping up his wrists with Claire's
help. He glanced up briefly as the Z-Men tossed their shiny new belts onto their
bags, then smirked. "Hey, guys. Nice belts."
"Yeah!" Zeta said, plunking
himself down on the sink. "We kicked some righteous ass, man! Those Canuckleheads
are gonna rue the day they went up against the Bruisers from Baltimore!"
"Yeah," Zed agreed, seating
himself in the third chair, slowly unwrapping the tape from his hands. "Felt
almost as good as when I punched out Tony Smiles' teeth back in CIW."
Zeta tilted his head at his partner.
"You were the guy that gave Gap-Tooth Tony his namesake?"
"Guys," Skinner said.
"While I'm sure you guys wanna celebrate, I gotta focus, okay?"
"Oh, yeah," Zed said.
"No doubt. Hell, if you want our help, just say the word--"
"No," Skinner interrupted.
"Don't do that. Whatever happens, you and Zait stay here. Claire knows
what to do -- as does our other ally."
"Come on, man!"
Zeta whined. "You're not the only guy who wants to put some dents in Billy
Fuckin Rose's fuckin' face! Let us in on the fun!"
"Sorry, Mike," Skinner
said. "I don't want you out there. Remember, it all has a system. You'll
figure out what I'm up to in due course."
Claire was quiet throughout all
this. After she finished taping Skinner's wrists, she picked up another roll
of thick bandage tape. The man called the Storm raised his arms up, and she
began to tape up his ribs and back. The Z-Men blinked. "Dude, what're you
doing?" Zeta said.
"Insurance," the Texan
replied. "Despite 'the system,' I know there's a high risk of injury in
this match. Hell, I'd be surprised if I walk out without a new scar somewhere.
Doesn't mean I ain't gonna take precautions."
Zeta nodded, then flicked on the
monitor set up on the sink next to him. It showed the last few minutes of the
Matt Hardy/Viper Ladder Match, and the Z-Men watched eagerly. Skinner nodded
his thanks to Claire as he stood up and grabbed his duffel, pulling out a Seek
Shelter t-shirt and his fingerless gloves. He put on the shirt, then tugged
on the gloves, then sat back down to lace up his boots. He paid little attention
to Viper's match as he pulled his pants legs down over his boot-tops, then last
removed his sunglasses from the bag and put them on, zipping up the duffel and
tossing it aside as he pulled another one out of a stall. He slung it over his
shoulder, then turned to face the group.
Zed, Zeta, and Rain all looked at
him as his face took on the cold, forbidding look he always wore as Matthew
Skinner became the Storm once more. He looked at the monitor as Matt Hardy executed
a Twist of Fate on Viper off the ladder, then climbed up to open the cage and
kiss Lita. The Storm didn't seem to react as he walked over to the door, then
glanced back at Rain, who rose from her chair and left ahead of him. She checked
the halls, then nodded. "No cameras, no Faction."
The Storm nodded again and headed
out into the halls and made his way to the gorilla position.
* * *
"Ladies and gentlemen, it is
now time for the Two-out-of-Three Falls Street Fight!" Howard Finkel announced.
"In this contest, the winning fall is counted only under Last Man
Standing rules!"
There was a brief pause, and then
the TitanTron lit up with the face of Billy Rose, glaring out while flickering
and jerking from side to side, as though on an old piece of film. "How
long? How long? -- I said how long? I said how long? I said how long? Until
you crack..." The Californian walked out slowly, wearing black pants
with crimson trim, as well as a new black t-shirt, which read I am the Mental
Elite on the front, and showed a silhouetted pair of people on the back,
one of which was receiving the reverse Final Cut with the text I'll Give
You Brain Damage. His name was underneath that. "Introducing first,
from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 245 pounds... BILLY ROSE!"
The Californian climbed up on the
apron, faced the TitanTron, then raised his arms, and did his smug-smirk to
both sides, then turned and vaulted over the ropes, swinging his arms and shaking
himself out before smoothing his blond hair back. Rose grimaced a bit and rubbed
the back of his neck, where he'd taken the brunt of that top-rope powerslam.
He turned back to the big screen. The TitanTron rumbled with thunder, which
gradually built as images of dark and ominous clouds flashed on the screen before
the image of a silhouetted man in a downpour appeared, the man raising his arms
up. Thunder boomed as the screen flashed brightly, and the lights went
out.
"This is your Storm Warning."
The Storm Warning symbol flashed on the screen with the siren, and then the
lightning pyros exploded, the lights coming back to full as the Texan's new
rap metal music played. "I'm a Force of Nature, I'm outta control! I
live in the lightning, let the thunder roll! I kill the sunshine, bring on the
rain! I am the Storm and I bring you the Pain!" The pyros' smoke flickered
with the lights behind it as the man himself strode out, his duffel still slung
over one shoulder.
"And his opponent, from Dallas,
Texas, weighing in at 240 pounds... he is the King of the Ring... THE STORM!"
The Storm threw his duffel bag to
the ground next to the stairs as he climbed and then vaulted over the ropes.
He stood opposite Rose, who was being held back by referee Mike Chioda, then
made a cutting motion at his throat before thrusting his fist downward. Lightning
pyros went off from the overhead light structure, but this time Rose didn't
flinch. The Storm stared at his nemesis, then slowly raised his hands to his
face and removed his sunglasses, folded them shut, then passed them out to a
stagehand.
"This is it, Billy," the
Storm growled. "You're gonna die tonight."
Rose didn't say anything as he launched
himself at the man he'd once tried to break, shooting him in the face with stiff
right hands. The Storm rocked back from them, but as Rose tried to whip him
across the ring, he reversed it and caught Rose on the rebound with a Lou Thesz
press, then sat astride Rose while he hammered him in the face with one-two
punches. Rose finally kicked his knees up and knocked the Storm off of him,
then got up and charged in a spear that carried the Storm back into the corner.
Rose grunted loudly as he grabbed the ropes and pistoned his shoulder in and
out of the Storm's ribs.
The Storm stopped him by bringing
his knee up into Rose's face, then hitched himself up to the second rope and
dropped down with a double axe handle, which he brought down on Rose's head.
He pulled Rose back up and folded his left leg in a short leg scissors, then
lifted Rose up and brought his ankle down on his knee. Rose shouted in pain
and rolled away, but the Force of Nature stopped him and twisted that same lower
leg in a grapevine, then dropped to the mat, wrenching it. Rose scrambled for
the ropes, but the Storm dragged him away, punching him in the temple with a
closed fist before twisting his legs again in a Figure-Four Leglock, putting
the pressure on the left leg.
Rose writhed in pain, shouting in
agony, trying to bend forward to reach his legs, but the positioning made it
impossible. He tried to grab the ropes, but he was too far away. The Storm grinned
maliciously, his blue-gray eyes glinting as he pulled on Rose's leg. The Californian
flopped back on his shoulders, then thrust one back up as Chioda began a count.
He flopped back again, then got back up as another count was begun. He tried
to turn the Storm over, but the Force of Nature rocked him back flat as he attempted
the turn. Rose grimaced in pain, then finally managed to make a lunge and grabbed
the bottom rope, pulling himself over and leaning against it, still shouting
in pain. Chioda warned the Storm to release him, and when he wouldn't, the ref
began a five-count. Moments before the five was counted, the Storm disentangled
himself.
The Storm backed up and slid out
of the ring while Rose limped to his feet, favoring his left leg. The Texan
unzipped his duffel bag and drew out his black baseball bat "ugly-stick,"
set it aside, then looked up as Rose leaned over the ropes to grab at him. The
Storm jumped up and hotshotted Rose off the top rope, then scooped up his ugly-stick
and slid into the ring. Rose had his back to the Storm, who was crouched, holding
the bat ready. The Californian turned, and the Storm ran and clubbed his left
shin with the bat as he rolled by. Rose shouted and fell over, clutching at
his leg. The Storm got up and came over, stomping on Rose's back, then holding
him down with one foot while he swung the bat down into his left ankle again
and again.
Rose slowly pulled himself to hands
and knees, wincing as he moved his left leg, then glanced up as the Storm came
around in front of him, raising the bat to bludgeon his head. The former CIW
owner snapped his forearm up into the Storm's gonads, causing the Force of Nature
to wince and drop the bat as he clutched his wounded nether region. Rose grabbed
the weapon and swung it into the Storm's stomach, getting an oof of surprise,
then brought it down into the Storm's back. The Storm grunted and fell over.
The Californian stood over him and raised the stick again, but the Storm clipped
his legs with a drop toe-hold -- again, on the left leg -- that caught Rose's
neck on the second rope. The bat skittered out of the ring on the far side as
Rose gagged and clutched his throat.
The Storm rolled out of the ring
to search through his duffel bag again. He stopped, looked up at the cheering
crowd for a moment as he considered something, then went for plunder under the
ring. He pulled out a garbage can and tossed it into the ring, then another.
He followed this up by pulling out a pair of trashcan lids and setting them
on the apron as he rummaged for more weaponry. He glanced up to see Rose standing
over him with a garbage can. He didn't have time to block as Rose swung it down
into his head. He crumpled and fell, and Rose stepped out of the ring to smash
him with the can again as he got to his knees. Rose's eyes were wild as he raised
it to attack the Storm a third time. The Storm, however, clipped Rose's left
leg again with a drop toe-hold that took the Californian down into the steel
stairs -- his face colliding with the trashcan, which collided with the stairs.
The Storm picked up the now-badly-dented
trashcan and swung it down into Rose's legs again. "And the Storm's being
very smart, King," J.R. commented on the other side of the ring. "He's
working on Rose's left leg, looking ahead to the winning fall, making sure Rose
can't stand up."
"Oh, man," Jerry Lawler
whined, "come on, Billy, get up!"
The Storm rolled Rose back into
the ring as he threw aside the dented can, then climbed up onto the post, leaning
back and holding the ropes for balance. Rose wobbled and limped on his feet,
turning in a slow circle. The Storm pounced out in a diving crossbody as Rose
faced him, the fans screaming, "Reap the Windfall!" But Rose
had the move scouted; he sidestepped the attack, and the Storm landed on the
second trashcan, flattening it. The Storm groaned and rolled off of it, curling
up in a ball.
Rose limped over to the apron and
picked up one of the trashcan lids. He turned it in his hands, then looked at
the Storm as he got to his feet, still holding his ribs. Rose charged and smashed
the lid into his ribs hard, then pivoted to smash it into the Storm's head.
He went down, and Rose smacked his spine with the lid a few more times before
going toward the ropes. The Storm swung his legs around and once again hit the
drop toe-hold on Rose's left leg. Rose fell, and the Storm quickly spun to his
feet, stomping down on Rose's right ankle and holding it down, even as he wrapped
his arms around his left foot in the Twister Anklelock.
Rose screamed in pain and reached
for the ropes, but was too far away. The Storm snarled at him, continuing the
pressure on Rose's heavily injured ankle. The Californian scrambled to look
for something to use, and managed to grip the trashcan lid he'd dropped. He
pushed off the mat a bit, then swung the lid back at the Storm, who had to release
Rose to avoid the swing. Rose hobbled toward the ropes to get up, but the Storm
didn't let up, pursuing. The "prick bastard," however, cracked him
in the side of the head with the lid, then grabbed his arm and kicked at the
shoulder as he wrenched it. The Storm grimaced in pain and tried to get up,
but Rose slid in and locked in the Deadly Blossom.
Rose laughed as he watched the Storm
writhe in pain from the triangle hold variant, then shouted in pain as the Storm
used his free hand to grip Rose's left foot and twist it. The Californian's
already badly injured ankle sent agony shooting up his leg and he had to let
go. The Storm got back up and booted Rose swiftly in the gut as he too got to
his feet, then grabbed his head and dropped him in a DDT. The Force of Nature
went to look for his ugly-stick, sliding out of the ring to retrieve it. As
he stood back up, Rose came at him with a baseball slide kick that knocked the
Storm back into the security barricade. The Californian still favored his left
foot as he limped over to the Storm, who grunted as Rose hammered him with right
hands.
Rose scooped up the Storm's bat
again and pounded him in the stomach with it, then the back of the head. The
Texan went down, and Rose rolled him back into the ring, then limped up the
stairs to climb to the top turnbuckle. Rose pointed out at the dazed Storm and
then pounced in a diving elbow, but the Storm rolled away and Rose hit the mat
hard. Rose shouted in pain as he twisted his ankle on the landing and grimaced
as he tried to put weight on it. Before he could react, the Storm slipped behind
him and hooked his arms in a full nelson. Rose was lifted up, and then flipped
up before being brought down on the backs of his shoulders and neck in the Downdraft.
The Storm made a cover. 1... 2... 3! The fans popped as the Storm stood up,
giving Rose's body an Italian arm chop, then his two-fingered salute. "The
winner of the fall," Finkel proclaimed: "THE STORM!"
The Storm slid back out of the ring
as Rose slowly came to his senses. The Force of Nature threw up the ring apron
and dragged out another garbage can, then a fire extinguisher. Rose charged
for a tope suicida, but the Storm spotted him. He raised the can into
Rose's path and the Californian collided with it head-first, earning a sympathetic
groan from the audience. The Storm backed away as Chioda began the ten-count.
"One! Two! Three! Four!" Rose was getting to his feet, albeit unsteadily
and not without a limp from his injured left ankle. At six, he was back on his
feet, and the Storm charged. Rose surprisingly caught him and hit an armdrag
that sent the Storm's back into the steel stairs. With a shout of pain, the
Storm clutched his back in pain, and Rose quickly took advantage. He picked
up the trashcan and slammed it into the Storm's back, then swung the fire extinguisher
into the can as it sat on the Storm's back. Rose gained another shout of pain
for this, and then he rummaged for more plunder.
The Storm sat up and grabbed the
extinguisher as Rose pulled out a kendo stick. The Californian shouted in surprise
as a blast of foam caught him square in the eyes, then grunted as the Storm
cracked his skull with the extinguisher. Rose staggered back into the post and
propped himself there as he tried to clear the stars out of his eyes, and the
Storm picked up his duffel bag. He swung it into Rose's ribs, and the "prick
bastard" oofed as it hit, gasping for air. He backed up and swung
again, but Rose sidestepped, and there was an audible clang as the bag
hit the post. Rose picked his kendo stick up again and swung at the Storm's
head, and there was a wooden crack as it struck him.
The Storm fell over from the attack,
but hit yet another drop toe-hold on Rose as he menaced him with the kendo stick.
While Rose cradled his injured ankle, the Storm went over to his duffel and
reached inside of it. He pulled out a smaller bag, which was weighted with something
quite heavy. The fans murmurred as the Storm grabbed this smaller bag's handles,
then swung it down at Rose's leg. The Californian was lucky, only getting grazed,
but it still earned a shout of pain from him. Rose crawled back to lie against
the steel stairs as he tried to get his breath, his legs splayed. The Storm
kicked him in the head, then backed up, zipping open the smaller bag and reaching
within to draw out a bowling ball.
The fans popped again as they recognized
where the Storm had borrowed this spot from, then cheered as the Storm wound
up and rolled the ball squarely into Rose's exposed crotch. Rose's eyes bugged
out as he grabbed his bruised gonads, not even making a sound as he whimpered
in pain. The Storm stalked over and rolled the ball under the ring as he beat
Rose's head against the stairs, then went to pick up his duffel bag. It looked
considerably lighter now that the bowling ball was gone, but it was obviously
still weighted with something as the Storm swung it down at Rose's head. The
Californian dodged again, and there was another clang as the bag struck
the stairs.
Rose surged to his feet as he got
his second wind and blasted the Storm's head with a double axe handle, then
grabbed the dented trashcan and bashed his head with it. Then again, and a third
time. He rolled the Storm into the ring and hit a vertical suplex, then pulled
him back up for a second. The Storm groggily got to his feet, and Rose grabbed
his head as though for a DDT. Rose spun around, looking to give the Storm Brain
Damage, but the Force of Nature had it scouted and shoved him into the ropes.
The Storm stooped as though for a back body drop, but Rose came back and dove
down with another double axe handle to the back of the Storm's head. The Force
of Nature staggered, and Rose quickly thrust his head between his thighs and
hooked his arms around his waist. He gutwrenched him up to the crucifix position,
held him there for a moment, then thrust the Storm up enough to grab his belt
and swing him down into the Rose's Thorn powerbomb. He held onto his legs and
pressed his feet down on the Storm's arms. 1... 2... 3! The fans jeered as Rose
thrust the Storm's legs away and got up. Finkel announced, "The winner
of the fall... BILLY ROSE!"
Now both men had scored a fall,
so the fans were quite excited to see the last fall, which was now Last Man
Standing rules. Rose went looking for more plunder, but as he placed a new trashcan
on the apron, the Storm hit his own baseball slide kick to it, knocking it back
into Rose's face. The Storm grabbed the can and smashed Rose's legs and chest
with it, then tossed it away. He dragged out another trashcan and waited
as Rose staggered to his feet. The Storm swung the can down and trapped Rose's
body within it, pinning his arms to the sides. Rose turned in a circle as the
Storm went back to his duffel bag, reaching within and pulling out a new weapon.
The fans gasped as the Storm held aloft none other than a sledgehammer.
Chioda, who by the rules of the
match wasn't supposed to do much more than count a ten-count anymore, stepped
in front of the Storm and pleaded with him not to use the hammer, but the Storm
shoved him aside and raised the sledge heavenward as Rose turned to "face"
him. The Storm swung, and there was a sickening thud as the hammer struck
the can. Rose crumpled like a marionette with its strings cut. The Storm reversed
his hold on the hammer so he held it closer to the head and bashed it into the
ribs of the trapped Rose, then dropped the sledge and pulled him free of the
can to see what damage he'd done. Rose's face was bloody from a cut opened by
that first hammer strike, and he clutched his injured ribs in pain.
The Storm snorted with contempt
as his archnemesis while Chioda began a new ten-count. The Force of Nature walked
away, toward the other side of the ring, throwing the timekeeper out of his
chair and picking it up. He didn't notice Chioda stop his count at five, but
did look up at the fans as they clamored in surprise. The Storm blinked and
whirled around, raising the chair, but Rose had lunged in a desparate dropkick
that sent the chair crashing into the Storm's face. The Californian quickly
mounted the Storm and slugged him in the face with a closed fist, then threw
him ribs-first into the ring apron. The Storm was getting back up, but then
Rose grabbed the glass water pitcher off the commentators' table and smashed
it into the Storm's head as he turned around. The fans shouted in surprise and
alarm as water, ice, and glass showered the padded floor, and as the Storm fell
to his knees and dropped face-first on the floor.
Rose staggered away, still limping,
back toward the other side of the ring toward the weapons bag the Storm had
brought out with him. Chioda's count stopped at six as the Storm got back up,
his own face bloody now from the glass, to follow Rose. The Californian picked
up the sledgehammer and hit the Storm in the forehead with it as he approached.
The Force of Nature staggered back from the blow, bracing himself against the
post to stay upright. Rose swung the hammer again, and the Storm ducked, so
the hammer struck the post with a clang. Rose dropped the hammer in surprise,
and the Storm bashed him with a one-two punch combo. Rose staggered, then charged
and hit a running forearm smash that took the Storm down.
Rose limped away up the ramp, and
the fans booed as they realized he was trying to run away. The Storm rolled
to his feet as Chioda reached five, then pursued. Chioda lagged behind to stash
the hammer under the ring, out of sight, then jogged after them. The Storm screamed,
"ROSE!!" as he closed on his enemy, then slugged him across
the face as he turned him to face him. Rose staggered away, and the Storm charged
to spear him against the steel backdrop of the TitanTron. Rose sidestepped and
the Storm plowed into the steel himself.
Rose leaned against the backdrop
to catch his breath, blinking blood out of his eyes, then walked around the
Storm's body (Chioda was at four) to try and escape under the big screen. He
came staggering out a moment later, holding his nose, and then Rain appeared
and punched him in the jaw. The Storm was on his knees at the moment, trying
to shake the cobwebs out (and shaking drops of blood about as he did so), and
looked up to see Rose block Rain's swing and throw her hard into the steel backdrop.
As this almost always did, the sight of Rain being attacked galvanized something
in the Storm, who got back up (Chioda stopped at eight) and tackled Rose hard.
He began unloading a fierce series of right hands into the Californian's face,
bloodying it further, then shouted in pain as a heavy boot planted itself in
his back.
The Storm turned around to see Brick
standing over him. The 7'1" behemoth grabbed him by the throat and dragged
him toward the edge of the stage, looking as though he were about to hurl him
over the side, but Rain charged with a length of pipe and hit Brick in the back
with it. The big man grunted and dropped the Storm, then turned and growled
at the Texan woman, who taunted him, then disappeared through the TitanTron.
His primary target forgotten, the enraged Brick charged after her.
Rose got back up and saw the Storm
getting to his feet. Desparate to escape, the Californian began climbing up
the side of the TitanTron. The Storm, not seeing him right away, scowled, his
bloody face alight with a feral intensity. "ROSE!!" he screamed
again, then turned to see Rose already about ten feet up the `Tron. The Storm
growled and began climbing after him, while the fans' cheering continued to
increase. Rose stopped briefly to catch his breath and clear some blood out
of his eyes, then jerked in surprise as the Storm's hand closed on his ankle.
Fortunately, it wasn't his injured one, and Rose was able to kick him away and
keep climbing.
Within moments, the two were almost
fifty feet up the TitanTron, and now Rose had nowhere else to go. He shrieked
in pain as the Storm's fingers closed like a vise on his injured ankle, then
oofed as the Storm pulled himself up to slug him in the gut. The Storm
pulled himself up below Rose, punched him a few more times, then grabbed Rose's
body on his shoulder. He gestured at the floor. "Time to go for a ride,
Billy!" he screamed, and then he pulled Rose off the TitanTron and fell
with him.
The fans were screaming themselves
hoarse as the two plummeted, but Rose retained enough presence of mind to try
one last desparate manuever. As his body came parallel to the floor, his arms
were about level with the Storm's head. Moving quickly, he pivoted his arm around
and drove his elbow into the back of the Storm's head -- mid-air Brain Damage
was delivered --
-- and then the two crashed onto
the floor.
Rose was groaning in pain, holding
his head and neck and elbow, and then shouting in agony as he tried to move
his leg. The fans were chanting, "Holy Shit! Holy Shit!" It
was by far the most jaw-dropping move they'd seen in the night -- in addition
to some of the moves Matt Hardy and Viper had pulled off in their ladder match.
Chioda stood on the edge of the
stage, counting up to ten. Rose was in too much pain to get up -- especially
with a probably broken ankle, and the Storm, meanwhile, wasn't moving at all.
He'd struck the floor almost face-first, and blood was pooling on the floor
under his face as he lay face-down, arms and legs splayed on the floor. Chioda
reached "Ten!" while both men were still down, then paused for a moment.
He called, "Ring the bell!" and jogged back enough to meet Howard
Finkel at the bottom of the ramp. He conversed with him for a moment, and then
the Fink spoke: "Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has informed me that
neither man has been able to answer a ten-count, and so this match has been
declared a draw!"
The fans booed slightly, then dropped
back into murmurring with concern as referees and EMTs congregated around the
two wrestlers. Rose was helped onto a stretcher, still grimacing as he tried
to move his leg, his face a bloody mess. They fit a collar around his neck to
protect it, then wheeled him out while he shouted his pain to anyone who could
hear.
The Storm was pulled up slightly,
and his face was almost completely covered with blood -- a true "crimson
mask," as it were. His body was almost limp, and he let out a weak moan
in pain as they laid him gently on a second stretcher, placing a collar around
his neck as well. The fans gasped as they got a look at the Storm, as well as
the sizable puddle of blood from where he'd lain.
Rain emerged from the backstage
area, her face a mask of worry. Brick was soon to follow, but the referees converged
on him and managed to hold him back as Rain accompanied a stretcher-born Storm
out of the arena.
* * *
In the Z-Men's Room, the two Baltimore
natives blinked with shock. Zed reached forward and switched off the monitor,
then looked at his partner. Zeta seemed numb. "Snoogans," Zeta whispered.
"Yeah," Zed said softly.
"I take it back -- if this is what Skinner's gonna do to himself, then
I don't think I like this 'system' he has."
-more to come-
Next: In the aftermath of Fully
Loaded, Billy Rose and Matthew Skinner both recuperate scarce few rooms
apart at the same hospital, allowing for some "Quiet Contemplation."
If you have any ideas for who you
think the Storm, Rain, Zed & Zeta, Brick or Billy Rose should team up with
or go up against, drop me a line at jay_winger_2k@hotmail.com.