The Cops!

Guess you can't win every match you stepped into. Goldberg did back in the day... Because WCW board of directors saw fit. I lost to Edge last Week and it sucks! It's a shame he schooled me in that ring, he reversed my grapples and stood up against my pure power! I've been wondering why did I lose, and why I've been laughed at for two straight weeks.
It's not the haircut, not the ring attire and definitely not the powerhouse style.
It's been just a matter of Misscalculation! This Rabid state isn't taking me anywhere... sure my clotheslines are thunderous and my powerbombs shake the whole squared circle, but brute power isn't taking me anywhere, and instead it's making me more of a brute.
This isn't about trampling every person before me, I must plan my strategy out from now on!
If I walk out at Aggression and pretend to act the way I've been acting in the ring, I'll make a fool out of me.

Brian Kendrick is my next opponent. I will thoroughly follow a scheme for the match, and think about every option!

I Have devided I will be my own therapist until I find someone worthy and capable of doing the job. Someone who listens to me and offers advice, not the other way round.

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Dave, as his own therapist has already began with his treatment for anger. Anger isn't bad, but it definitely needs a good amount of intelligence to go along with it. Lots of Junk food, Lots of Exercise, Comedies on Blu-Ray, Candy, Hanging out in just boxers and a muscle shirt all day long! Dave was sitting back, just finishing to watch Jim Carrey's "Yes man!" and having laughed so hard his abdomen was in extreme pain. He tilted his head back on the couch and sighed.

Dave Batista: Man! This the best anger management therapy I've ever assisted to! Jim Carrey And Seth Rogen! What better medicine could I ask for! Man, they're the Canadian Gods of Comedy... Such a Shame Canadian Humor at the EBWF is so grossed out, FedEx... I'm facing one of those weaklings At Aggresion, Brian Kendrick! He thinks he's funny... But he's not at all!

I haven't heard anyone laughing... As a Matter of fact, tonight at Aggression I will erase that girly moon face with my Strenght... I will... show... Him... who the... *Yawn*

Dave was exhausted from watching so many movies he felt asleep right away. I would like to tell you that he dreamed about giving the poor skinny Kendrick a Spinebuster, followed by a Batista bomb and pinned him for the one-two-three, unluckily for us it seemed that his sleep was about to be cut off. Dave Felt he had been sleeping for just a few minutes before a loud knock on the door made him open his eyes. It was a simple yet firm and strong knock, which kept beating on his door. Apparently someone wanted him to open the door quickly. Jumping off from the couch he opened the door and looked a bit puzzled. Before him a couple of officers were standing. One of them was Slim, tall, with blue eyes and brown straight hair, man he resembled Bill Hader! The other Officer was chubbier, shorter and had a very funny biker moustache. Was it Seth Rogen?

Dave Rubbed his eyes, he wanted to ask something that would clear things up, but he didn't want to offend a couple of police officers either, what if the Feng Shui Essences he bought had narcotics on them and he was seeing things? What if this was just a coincidence? He cleared his throat but the cops cut him short.

Officer Michaels: Good afternoon sir. This is Officer Slater and I am Officer Michaels.

Dave Batista: Hello Officers how may I help you?

Officer Slater: some rooms on this floor close to yours were robbed an hour ago, and we wanted you to tell us if you have seen anything?

Dave Batista: Seriously? Robbed? Well no... I was just chilling here, getting ready for tonight!

Officer Michaels: Are you going out to Party tonight sir?

Dave Batista: No officer, I happen to have a match!

Officer Slater: Well, you do look like the fighter type, what type of match is it? Kick Boxing, Boxing, Karate, UFC.

Officer Michaels: Oh! UFC! That is what's hot right now!

Dave Batista: Actually Wrestling... It's a Wrestling match!

Officer Slater: Got it!

Officer Michaels: We have been trained in Muai Thai, Capoeira, Lightsaber Combats...

Dave chuckled slowly and folded his arms, this can't be really happening!

Officer Slater: You know... to wear the badge you need to be safe!

Officer Michaels: Yeah, huge responsibility! "EnR35 PUV FC3FORd OL". So don't mess with us, we can kick your ass! Well not yours, seems pretty muscled!

Officer Slater: Michaels, you're reading it upside down again! Try unattaching the badge from your shirt and read it straight "To Protect and Serve". So Mister...

Dave Batista: Batista

Officer Michaels: Oh! Batista, is that like Italian for Baptist? If your name's John it'd be hilarious man! Last night we pulled a cab driver over and his name was Chuu Cok!

Officer Slater: He was Chinese.

Officer Michaels: He was one of those small skinny chineses who get in the car and drive loco!

Dave Batista: I don't know anyone who's Chinese, but I'm pretty familiar with small skinny loco guys... I'm facing one tonight!

Officer Slater: Mr Batista have you been here all evening?

Dave Batista: I have.

Officer Michaels: What were you doing?

Dave Batista: I've been Watching movies and eating!

Officer Slater: What Movies? Dirty Movies?

Dave Batista: No Sir. Comedies "Superbad" Does the name ring your bell?

Officer Michaels: Not at all, are you making up movie names as a cover up?

Dave Batista: No officer, it's a 2007 Comedy Directed by Seth Rogen

Officer Slater: Seth Rogen? What a stupid name...

Officer Michaels: I know... we will have to search your appartment for clues, right now you're a suspect bulky boy!

Dave Batista: Okay officers, come on in.

Both officers smiled at each other and nodded once. Slater got ahead while Michaels popped his gun out and Shh'ed Dave. He looked both sides before getting through the door by rolling forward. A loud cracking noise was heard and Michaels yelped in pain. Placing his hand on his back he writhed and moaned, while Slater looked around

Officer Slater: Michaels Were you shot?

Officer Michaels: My Back! I hit my back!

Dave Batista: Are you okay officer?

Officer Slater: Help me sit him down.

Dave took Officer Michaels by his arms and sat him on the couch, Slater sat next.

Dave Batista: Can I offer you a Drink?

Officer Michaels: You got any beer?

He has watched Superbad a million times, why would he ask such a stupid question knowing what the answer would be? He Walked over to the television and took the Blu-Ray he was watching out of the tray, he looked around for one saying EBWF Aug-Jul and popped it in.

Dave Batista: I hope you don't mind me beginning to prepare myself for the match!

Officer Slater: As long as you bring our beers!

Dave Batista: You got it.

Walking over towards his kitchen he opened the fridge and pulled out two ice cold ones for the officers. He walked back and went to join them on the couch as Kendrick's Match a couple of weeks ago with Ken Kennedy was displayed on the 50'' LCD screen he owned. The Officers looked at the moves and stood silent, Michaels seemed perfect, but Dave wouldn't want to piss them off, or maybe... for recreational purposes he would!

Dave Batista: See the guy in the 70's underpants, Skinny, effeminate and with long hair? That's who I'm facing tonight!

Officer Michaels: Well, good luck on that! Not that you need it! I mean, don't you feel like a bully?

Dave Batista: Why would I? It wasn't me who booked the match it was the boss, Mr. Ikeda.

Officer Slater: I would feel bad if I were booked to  own a little bitch like that one... You're so big and he's so skinny man!

Dave Batista: Well I don't make the matches, I just go out there, do my thing and entertain people!

Officer Michaels: Slater, I bet a hundreth bucks John Baptist will destroy that kid in less than 5 minutes

Officer Slater: I say less than 5 seconds!

Batista chuckles, the comments making him confident about the outcome of the match.

Dave Batista: Well, he's really quick so I can't waste much time nor turn my back on him! I have failed to obtain victories because of that!

Officer Michaels: So you Shoot first and Ask the Questions afterwards?

Dave Batista: In a way, yes... Nice way of putting it

Officer Slater: That's Fellony

Officer Michaels: And We're the police...

Dave Batista: There is nothing wrong about it Officers, it is legal. It is my job!

Officer Slater: And that Skinny kid... is he over 21?

Dave Batista: Of course he is! He has a contract with the EBWF

Officer Michaels: Well he looks like a kid to me... and Girlish too!

Officer Slater: Definitely...

The Screen shows Mr. Kennedy Giving Brian Kendrick the Mich Check in slow motion, covering him afterwards to score the pinfall.

Officer Michaels: Ohhhhhhhhh!

Officer Slater: He owned the kid! And He's Smaller than you!

Officer Michaels: Man! Something tells me that we'll see you later tonight! Someone like you and someone like him in the same ring... All I can think of is Murder.

Dave Batista: I'll just need some selfcontrol! Talking about Self-Control! How do you blue guys control the urge of recurring to violence?

Both officers busted out into laughter, they were laughing like mad! Michaels was laughing so hard no one would believe he injured his back moments ago, to be honest Dave didn't think Michaels was hurt either.

Officer Michaels: You're killing me...

Officer Slater: John Baptist! With this uniform you can do pretty much whatever you want and blame it on an imaginary criminal, or even on someone innocent! When we want to hit someone we just plant a gun into his pocket...

Officer Michaels: Voila! Self Control? We are the law! We run this motherfucking town man!

Dave Batista: Then, I guess I'll use my strength only to numb him and bring him down, I think I might be able to stop before his heart stops beating! Sure, he's got backup, and he's been longer than me on the EBWF. But that doesn't mean a thing actually... does it? I will walk down the ramp tonight, and give my best to Kendrick! That guy might not be able to lift me up, but believe me! He's good at flying!

Officer Slater: He does pot too?

Dave Batista: No! Or... I don't know! That's not what I meant! When his spine crashes against the mat not once, but twice! He'll realize how doomed he is! I will release all the powerhouse I have in storage to achieve my victory!

Officer Michaels: You know... I did not understand half a thing of what you said!

Officer Slater: Michaels, he must know!

Dave Batista: Know what?

Officer Michaels: Man, no rooms have been robbed...

Dave Batista: Really?

Dave tried to seem impressed, it was hard not to be, having seen them on screen a million times.

Officer Michaels: The truth is we're EBWF Freaks! We love you guys! And we knew you guys were coming to St. Paul and we just wanted to meet you! We're huge fans

Officer Slater: [In a Beavis tone, and doing an air Guitar] Ta-na Ta-na Ta-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Ta-Ta-na-na-na-na

At First, Dave didn't know what was going on, what song was Officer Slater signing? Then when he Saw Michaels Next to him, Imitating Batista on his way to the ring he noticed Slater was singing probably the words version of his music he has ever heard!

Officer Michaels: We Got Front Row Tickets for tonight!!!

Dave Batista: Well Gentlemen! I will not disappoint you then! It doesn't Matter if it's Chris Jericho, Lance Storm, Paul London or a TigerPigMonkeyDragonFish... I will Bring Kendrick Down! No one will step in between me and glory! And FedEx are Definitely number one on my enemy list! I haven't realized until just now how lucky I am to  be able to crush them one by one... Not that I can't crush them all at the same time!

Officer Slater: Do you want us to Arrest them? That way it'll be Kendrick and you!

Officer Michaels: We could Plant some pot on their locker room.

Dave Batista: There's no need for that...

Officer Slater: You mean they smoke?

Dave Batista: Told you I don't know! Man, only true fans do what you guys have done today! Come here and visit me, pretending to be inquiring about some crime! And tonight I will reward you with a magnificent display of ability, Strenght and Strategy because I might be an Animal but I am not dumb! I have instincts, strenght and intelligence! Brian Kendrick will get Thumbs Down!

Officer Michaels: Group hug!

Both officers hugged Dave and began singing his theme song horribly offbeat and totally untuned. They laughed and smacked the big man's biceps thanking him for the time he spent with them and asking him if he'd kick Kendrick's ass for them tonight! They kept singing until they got cut off by the ringing of an Alarm. Dave Opened his eyes and found himself laying back in the couch, with the TV off. He looked around for Michaels or Slater but they were nowhere to be seen... It had been just a dream! And an odd one! Dave stood up and began walking towards the bathroom, he wanted to get a bath before his match. On his way towards the bathroom he kicked an empty beer bottle and smiled to himself in shock, as he hasn't taken any beer from the fridge.

Dave Batista: I will kick some ass tonight guys!

Help me help you!

When threats, fears and frustrations surround you... It's better to apply some Unnatural Anger.
After the recent events in my life I would probably be better off wearing a straitjacket, inside a cage, thrown into the dark depths of a cave, lost in the middle of the ocean... Is it wrong to be that angry? Well my Therapist would say it is. However, he wasn't the one who was dissed in front of millions of people, he wasn't the one who took a vicious and unexpected RKO, against in front of millions of people, minutes after being rejected by the World Heavyweight Champion.
I am not a monster, but after the recent attacks against my mind and body at the EBWF I might as well begin hunting down those who looked at me over their shoulder.
They might have hurt my body, soul and pride... but that infamous aggression is the fuel I need to go on every day.

At Aggression, the victim is Adam Copeland, also known as Edge.
He has nothing to do with the attacks I was victim of, but he will set a fine example, just as Piper did; of how badly you can end up if you pick up a fight with the Animal!
Edge, he who reeks of awesomeness, the king of awesomeness, the R-rated superstar, one halft of one of the most succesful tag teams in the history of wrestling... We will see if he's a worthy opponent.

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This was probably the worst part of the week... He had his mandatory anger management therapy, with Dr. McQueen. Let me tell you about Dr. McQueen, Over 60 years old, with a soft dry voice, which slowly could bring the fiercest beast to sleep out of boredom. Bald, long beard, small thick glasses with squared lenses, and an Inquiring, piercing look. His wrinkled hands held a clipboard where he scribbled from time to time, he could perfectly be drawing or playing sudoku, as his face always seemed unamused, and unninterested, almost as if he was not enjoying his job.

He seemed to know what he was doing, to the point he continously made patients feel ignored, interrupting them through their stories, or making assumptions about their answers. Dave Sat on the analyst couch, looking up into the wooden ceiling, damning himself for not having brought an iPod or a Cellphone to pass the time while the man spoke.

Dr. McQueen: Dave, don't act as if nothing had happened... I saw you on Television at Warfare, what was all that about?

His mind was drifting off... until those words echoed on his head "Television...Warfare...", he came to his senses and looked at the Doctor, who was sitting next to him in a comfortable chair, why couldn't patients sit in one of those?

Dave Batista: Doctor, I was provoked! I was offended physically, verbally, in front millions of people!

Dr. McQueen: And because of that you destroy crates backstage and then interfere in a match which is none of your business Dave?

Dave Batista: Well what am I supposed to do?

Dr. McQueen: You need to straight things up. How about you set up a meeting with Hunter and Randy, talk things over, some group therapy might help unveiling each other's issues! Maybe you could all group hug in the end?

Dave Batista: Our issues are most likely each other's presence in the EBWF Doctor... Hunter sees me as a threat, as well as Randy Orton, and that is why they have both decided to attack me.

Dr. McQueen: How picking about another wrestling promotion then?

Dave Batista: EBWF is what is hot right now, have you seen the rating charts?

Dr. McQueen: To be honest, watch two men faking brawls for undisclosed reasons which are clear for those who follow the show for weeks religiously like a soap opera insults my neurons.

Dave Batista: You're biased Doctor!

Dr. McQueen: BS? I will not tolerate your aggressions here Dave!!!! Don't think I haven't studied that barbaric abbreviated language you kids use these days!

Dave Batista: Doctor! I said Biased! B-I-A-S...

Dr. McQueen: I know what you said, and if you disrespect me again I will call the EBWF and have you fired, and locked in a mental asylum!

What's the point of arguing with somebody who probably has an alzeheimer already going on? Dave Crossed his arms and decided not to talk anymore about it.

Dr. McQueen: Well, you wrestling people are really odd. Eventhough you made a fool out of yourself on monday night, aggressively demanded something that isn't yours, and tried to attack an unaware co-worker, you got yourself a Match this Thursday!

Dave smiled to himself, proud of what he has done, his actions were probably liked by the board of directors who gave him a big match!

Dave Batista: Yes, I am Main Eventing Aggression!

Dr. McQueen: Aggression! What a horrid name for a Television Show!

Dave Batista: How would you call it then?

Dr. McQueen: I don't know names... Green Field, Tolerance...

Dave Batista: Are you serious Doc? I'd rather it be called Battlefield, or Zero Tolerance!

Dr. McQueen: You have an anger problem, it just shows with every bit of human interaction we have.

Dave Batista: Whatever you say...

Dr. McQueen: Listen, I'm against you performing on that ring on Thursday! Your conduct has been unlawful, and dangerously aggressive...

Dave Batista: Well that can give me the upper hand on the match of thursday right?

Dr. McQueen: I'm worried about the person who you're facing on Thursday if you can't contain yourself! I've seen that thing you do to them, hit them back first onto the mat, shake the ropes like an animal and then hit them back first onto the mat again! you could Harm someone!

Dave Batista: Good! Less competition and steps closer to title shots!

Dr. McQueen: A persons integrity is first than your personal goals Dave, anyway who are you facing?

Dave Batista: Edge, the R-Rated superstar!

Dr. McQueen: R-Rated? on a Show that airs on Thursdays on a Schedule where children can watch unnappropiate behavior? R-Rated... He's not going to talk about adult themes, using hard languaje, intense or persistence violence, nudity, drug abuse, prostitution...

Dave Batista: Don't you think you sometimes take things too seriously? Edge is just a guy who does whatever he wants, whenever he wants. If he wants to beat someone down... boom! he goes and does it! If he wants a title shot, he demands for it! And stuff like that...

Dr. McQueen: Like an Animal!

Dave Batista: No I am the Animal... The Animal Batista!

Dr. McQueen: Haven't you considered changing your name to something more friendly?

Dave Batista: Don't go there...

Dr. McQueen: We're going nowhere if you don't let me help you with your issues!

Dave Batista: What issues! If it's thirst for victory, ectasy for gold and desire for immortality in the EBWF then I have serious issues! I will do anything it takes to acquire those three even if I have to Face Edge, Randy Orton and Triple H in that ring at once with a Straitjacket on and your nonsense on my ear all the time! I will find my way through the match and walk out as the winner! Edge is in the way this week, and I don't have anything personal against him, but when It's about this sport, when it's about entertaining the people I become a complete animal! And Edge will witness that at Aggression!

Dr. McQueen: You're unbelievable... as well as those who hired me to keep you under control, but they yet motivate you towards destruction and aggression!

Dave Batista: It's Warfare and Aggression!

Dr. McQueen: I'm not talking about the house shows!

Dave Batista: Listen Doc, I am fine! I am just very passionate about what I do, who doesn't like to win all the time?

Dr. McQueen: Mature people! They must learn how to lose!

Dave Batista: Gimme a Break! if you're not in it to be the best you might as well pack it in and go bodybuilding or weightlifting! This is a Sport where Blood, Sweat and Tears are needed to be someone! Where everything you do has passion and desire as the fuel! This is why I am going to compete at Aggression, on the main event, and Destroy Edge! I have nothing against him, but there are no friends for me after I've slid inside that ring! I will Crush him!

Dr. McQueen: Well for the looks of it... You're not Competing on Thursday! You're way too dangerous!

Dave Batista: What? But I am Main Eventing! I am Facing Edge! I have chance to send a message to those who have humiliated me! I can make them see what will fate will be once we meet on that Very Ring! Edge is all I am thinking about right now Doctor! Edge and Thursday Night Aggression!

Dr. McQueen: Oh! So you think about other men too? This can't happen!

Dr. McQueen's facial expression changed drastically, he was more flushed, his hands trembled nervously too. His hand held the pen and scribbled hurriedly some notes, while the uncomfortable silence made Batista sit up on the analyst couch. The man handed the clipboard to Batista.

Dr. McQueen: Sign that. You will fortreit your Thursday match... I can't have you running amock attacking people and destroying public property!

Batista's hands were on his legs, he looked down and remained still for a few seconds. He took the clipboard and scribbled his name down a couple of times, handing him back the clipboard. Dave stood up and slowly started walking towards the exit of the room. Never has he felt more devastated, destroyed or beaten up than that day, or so it seemed.

Dr. McQueen: You will see, that this is the best for you! It's not sane to compete against someone with so much rage and anger... have you thought that poor Edge has family? What if you injury him? he will lose his job! He could lose his career... It pains me to do this, it really does!

Dave Turned and looked at Dr. McQueen for a few seconds boldly. He seemed to have come to his senses and extended his hands towards him, with a friendly smile onto his face and two thumbs up signs. Dr. McQueen smiled back and nodded Politedly... his facial expression turned slowly to that one of terror as Dave's arms slowly assumed a prone position, bringing his thumbs Down. Batista moved towards the analyst Couch and picked it up with both hands, Tossing it over the window, which shattered into pieces. Standing before the man who has been ear torturing him for a straight hour he pushes the chair he's sitting on back, sending him onto the floor. Dave takes the clipboard and snaps the paper off it, making a paper ball out of it and sliding it into the Doctor's Mouth.

Dave Batista: Swallow! Swallow or else!!!!!!!!!!!

The man gulped and the paper went down his esophagus. He picked the chair up, and with the Doctor still in shock he turned around and began walking away.

Dave Batista: Anger Problems? I took your nonsense for two weeks! You insulted me and what I do! And Yet I didn't even touch you... I guess I will take it out on Edge on Thursday! All this Anger that flows through my body right now! All these words of demotivation you've been sharing with me will ignite the flame of my passion and make unbeatable on Thursday night!!!!!

Unnatural Anger

Sadness, Sorrow, Fear, Uneasiness, Pain, Melancholy and even Love... All those feelings can be hidden deep down inside us, and nobody, and I mean nobody can dig them out from our soul. How can you do that? How can you stop being hurt by the pitiful human race? How can you end with a life of being talked about, of being humiliated, of being used, or like by what you have or what you own, instead for what you are? The answer my friend is pretty simple... al you've got to do is cloak all those feelings that make you vulnerable with ANGER. People won't ask if you're angry, people won't even come near you, and if you're build as me; trust me, people won't even come close!

Does this mean you're not a nice person? No. Does this mean you're Evil? No. Does this mean you have a psychological problem? Not exactly, I would say no, but it'd be hipocrite, as one of my EBWF Contract clauses makes me attend regularly to anger management therapy... I don't believe in that stuff but I still attend at times.

Dave Scoffed while sitting on the analyst couch, his arms folded as he looked up into the sky. He felt the last place he needed to be, hours away from his debut match was some couch, while listening to someone's yadda-yadda. he had already taken a nap, thought about his work out routine before his match, and about his routine tomorrow... when he was done he found himself still listening to his psychologist. The man spoke nonstop! My goodness! Was he ever going to shut the hell up? tilting his head aside to see the clock on the wall, he only had five minutes and torture would be over! He closed his eyes... gosh he would've rather be trapped for these five remaining minutes in the walls of Jericho or the Crippler's Crossface! Dave has hit the cushion of the couch twice, and just before hitting it the third time and officially tapping out... the psychologist cleared his throat.

Dr. McQueen: Okay Mr. Batista, that would be it for tod...

The Psychologist hadn't even finished his statement and Dave had already jumped off the couch and rushed the hell out of that place! Rushing past the secretary's desk, down the stairs, out of the building and into a Cab.

Dave Batista: Take me to the local GYM Please My man!

Cab Driver:  Oh my god!!!! you're Batista!!!!!

Dave Batista: That's how they call me!

Cab Driver:  God! No one is going to believe this at the cab company nor at home!

Dave Batista: Well you can Bring proof that you met me?

Cab Driver: Sure! like an autograph or a picture?

Dave Batista: I was thinking about something more original? Like hitting you with a spinebuster! Or Destroying your car completely with my bare hands? 

Cab Driver: Err...

Dave Batista: Oh I know! Batista Bomb through the windshield of your cab!

Cab Driver: Umm...

Dave Batista: We can record it on your cellphone? Okay? Pull over!

Batista placed one of his big hands on one of the man's shoulders. He looked back at him on the mirror and Batista glared at him angrily, as if demanding him to do that. The cab driver gulped and Pulled over, Batista came out of the Cab and hopped onto the windshield, slowly doing a bit of streching before looking at the Cab Driver, still inside of the car.

Dave Batista: Are you gonna come out? Hand your cellphone to someone walking by and have this recorded!

The Cab Driver walked out slowly, gulping, handing his cellphone to a kid walking by who cheered and jumped with the little device on his hands. Dave helped the cabdriver up and immediatly locked his head down in between his legs, his arms clenched tightly around his clothes to lift him up for the Batista Bomb... He gave him a pat on the back and laughed.

Dave Batista: You should have seen the look on your face man!

Jumping off the cab and hoping onto the backseat again he waited for the cab driver to pick his phone back and getting back inside the car. Dave hadn't stopped laughing until now. The Driver got inside the car and started the engine, he didn't want to speak anymore, afraid of falling to other of Batista's Jokes, which weren't very tasteful.

Cab Driver: So Dave, Can I call you Dave right?

Dave Batista: Sure, it's better than Animal, or Leviathan!

Cab Driver: Last week on Aggression! Man the last person in the world I expected to see was you! And now you're facing Roddy Piper on Monday! Quite a Debut Match eh?

Dave Batista: You Bet! I'm so pumped! I'm about to crash the gym and work on my babies!

Cab Driver: And you better work good! After all you're quite the man on a mission... You've been stalking FedEx for a little while eh?

Dave Batista: Well... I was sitting back home, enjoying a time off the rings, watching the EBWF which is one of my favorite Wrestling Promotions, I noticed something wasn't right. They Lacked Something! And on top of that they have those four running at large, doing whatever they wanted? God It made me feel so angry! I hadn't been that angry since watching the nWo run at large on the WCW, spraying paint in everyone's backs, giving beatings to everone's heroes! Well the EBWF Lacks a Hero! Someone that fights for the people, for their entertainment! I bet the EBWF Fans want someone to teach FedEx a Lesson!

Cab Driver: Good Call! But first things First! Roddy Rowdy Pipper!

Dave Batista: He's a Legend! I'll give you that! He's tough! I bet he has won more bar brawls than Ric Flair has won World Championships! His Sleeper hold! Deadly... Deadly I tell you! But seriously do you think the man could wrap his arms around my body?

Cab Driver: I seriously doubt that!

Dave Batista: And if he could, do you think I would let him? Of Course Not! Piper has a lot of my respect, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to brutally destroy him tonight!

Cab Driver: Did you see Triple H's Announcement?

Dave Batista: I did! Could you imagine that title belt around my waist? But hey Piper, Piper! Don't make me lose focus! Piper's First and after the Show I will talk to Triple H Myself!

Cab Driver: Okay man, in the mean time... here we are, the best gym in town!

Dave Batista: Okay!

Dave took out his wallet and the Cab Driver shook his head, and took a Permanent marker out of his pocket

Cab Driver: This one is on me, I'm a huge fan of yours! All you have to do is Sign My Cab!

Dave Smiled and nodded. He walked out of the car with the Marker on his hand and wrote along the back door of the left side "DAVE BATISTA RODE THIS CAB AND ALMOST BATISTA BOMBED THE DRIVER!". Afterwards he tossed the marker through the window back at the Driver who smiled and waved goodbye. Batista walked into the Gym and immediatly went to the changing rooms. Walking out in adidas black trackpants, sneakers and a sleeveles T, he moved onto the treadmill to start his routine. It was unbelievably amazing how he could almost never get in touch with his inner self... as a matter of fact he was able to think profoundly and see things clearly when he was training his body. He was so deep in touch with him he didn't even know if he was talking out loud to himself or just thinking

Dave Batista: I have so much on my plate right now, I don't want anything to fall off the edges! I can challenge Triple H for the title, I can Destroy FedEx... two things any superstar in the EBWF would dream about doing, and two things most of the EBWF superstarts cannot do. But these things just make my mind drift off, sorta like when you like a girl, you begin fantasizing about it and then you screw up! I cannot let the open world title shot and the opportunity to match up against FedEx diverse me from the present. What if Hunter says no? What if FedEx disbands? then all this thoughts are just taking my mind and eyes off the target. Roddy Piper! That's what I need to have on my mind right now, me and him in the ring, matching up in that ring, where we earn ourselves a name, fame, fortune, glory! These very hands would help me hike the mountain EBWF is! and I will not let anyone stay in my way!

Dave looked at the timer of the treadmill which was on 45:00, time flew when you worked out and thought about life. He Began lowering the pace down, and inhalind deeply.

Dave Batista: What if I can't perform? What if Piper Beats me? What if FedEx Destroys me? What if Hunter Turns me down? Doubts, I can't let doubts take over me, I must be ready for tonight! Tonight is my night! The debut of the Animal! I will not lose! I Cannot Lose!!!!!!!!!!

He went over towards the weighlifting section, which wasn't far from the treadmills. Uneasiness and prematch stress could easily be converted into something more intimidating. Batista demonstrated that by roaring and Jumping off the weightlifting bench, picking up a treadmill which was nearby and slamming it across a wall to wall mirror. The wrecked machine was now sideways on the floor, the mirror shattered, people in the gym just couldn't believe what just had happened! Batista panted and knelt, to look at himself in one of the broken mirrors, he did not believe in bad luck. Gazing at his face in the pieces of reflected glass he spoke to his reflection, which to him, couldn't hide the fear in his eyes.

Dave Batista: I am Batista!!!! I am not Scared!!!!! and I will be the Best in the EBWF!!!!!

He then stormed out of the gym.