Boss Hog's Revenge, Again! (Prologue)

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FOLLOWING LIGHTS OUT #36
THE MICROSOFT THEATRE
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA

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James sat on the doctor's table as his left shoulder was being attended to, but he wasn't really paying attention.  He had other thoughts on his mind when suddenly the door to the medics office burst open and his manager, Bobby Benson, ambled through the door clutching at his back, and for some reason he was followed by a cameraman. He had made his presence known several times throughout the main event, much to James's chagrin. It was Bobby's fault he was getting stitched up right now, matter of fact, because if it hadn't been for Bobby, that claw hammer would have never been introduced to his shoulder. In the end Bobby had overstepped his limitations by climbing the side of the cage to try and prevent Williams from winning, and had paid for it by sailing right down through the announce table.

Benson didn't even pay his client any mind and looked to be on the verge of hysterics, instead directing his view towards the camera, pain etched onto his face because of the injury from his flight.

"Bryan Williams, you no good pile of garbage, you may have won the battle tonight, but you haven't won the war! Not by a freakin' long shot! I don't know what world you're living in where you think you can put your hands on me and treat me in such an unscrupulous way, but let me tell you something you piece of trash, there will be hell to pay! I, Bobby Benson, vow my revenge on you and I won't stop until you have nothing left to show for this caustic sham you call a career!"

Bobby's nostrils flared as James looked on in surprise from the background of the shot.

"You can forget all about that Union Battleground Championship match against Dakota Smith, because I'm here to tell you that I won't allow it to happen! I'll dog you until you've got no other choice but to turn around and deal with the consequences of your actions! It won't just end here in Union Battleground, either! I'll follow you wherever you go! When the marquis lights up with Bryan Williams, Bobby Benson will be there to cut you off at the knees! And standing across from you to take your place will be none other than my client, James Radford! Just you and him, one on one, mano-a-mano! No bullshit stipulations, no gimmick matches, and certainly NO INDI RHYDER! Then we'll just see who the REAL 'man' is around here!"

Bobby's finger pointed directly into the camera.

"And while you might think you're some modern day Batman, trying to save the industry from the clutches of 4CW, let me tell you something pal! You couldn't fill a thimble full of the integrity and honor that my man has! So you just keep on going, keep on thinking that you've got a clear path to the top of this promotion, and I'll be there to remind you that its a good thing you've already got that rooster mask, cause I'm going to make sure that your career turns to CHICKEN SHIT!"

With that, Bobby grabbed the camera by the lens and sent the cameraman stumbling back into the hall before slamming the door in his face.

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