Enemies. Bitter. Fucking. Enemies.

Rivals since day one.

At odds since coming into contact.

Cancer Jiles and Jeff Andrews have sprinted past the point of no return.

Neither man, has yet to look back.

Heritage 07.

What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?

Heritage 07.

What happens when Cancer Jiles stops running?

Heritage 07.

How far is Jeff Andrews willing to go?

Heritage 07.

Forget the points. Forget the tournament. Forget everything.

Heritage 07.

The rivalry continues.

Heritage 07.

It’s no DQ, and it’s not going to be for the weak of heart.

Heritage 07.

It’s the main event. It’s between the King of COOL, and the Sultan of Bitterness.

Heritage 07.

[Up.]

[Say hello to Cancer Jiles. Don’t worry, his T-shades won’t bite.]

“Jeff Andrews.”

[Cancer’s tone is business like, as his posture. He’s come to the Defiance promo booth not to frolic, but to get right down to it.]

“I can say whatever I want about you, Jeff. I can call you every name in the Book of COOL, I can reference the numerous times I’ve thwarted your every move... I can insult your wife, and tell you that the only thing worse than your ability to broadcast is your aptitude for being a husband...”

“...nothing’s gonna change.”

[Taking a breath, Lord COOL moves about the small room while collecting his thoughts. After a few paces and a short sigh, a much malign Cancer Jiles continues with the tale of the tape.]

“We’re like two peas in a pod in this regard, Jeff.”

[A shudder.]

“What I mean is, I’m still going to feel the exact same way about you for the rest of eternity, no matter what you decide to spit my way.”

[Truth.]

“AND that, Jeff... that is the reason why this has become so personal between us. We’re beyond words. The only thing that will quench our thirst now is vindictiveness... is to bury the other and then piss on his grave.”

[It’s called absolute hatred. And it’s a feeling that’s shared equally between the two.]

“We’ve been there, you and I. We’ve even come back for the worse, and then went back again because our score never seems to sit right. No matter what gets said, or what the end result has been, things just get more horrid each and every time.”

[One can only imagine what’s in store for Heritage 07 if what Cancer just said is true.]

“It started in the ring... and then progressed to gimmick match-mania.”

[Those days seems like the wild west compared to what’s been going on in 2.0. I would know, because I’ve been narrator for Cancer’s entire career. Maybe this no DQ match will revisit such a time.]

“Then, you trying to keep me out of your utopia-- out of your vision of what Defiance should be.”

[He’s talking bout Def. 2.0.]

“I got in anyway.”

[I’m certain Jeff remembers.]

“Then, you tried to kill any chance I had at becoming something you’d never be. I missed the first two shows because of your surliness. I’ve had points docked, stripped, and erased since my first match in the grand Tournament.”

“Let me ask you, Mr. EX-vice president, how many other people lost points so far this season? How many other wrestlers, Jeff? Who else has had their point total sharpened with a fuck you pencil?”

“No one.”

[He didn’t go back and check. He’s just assuming no one else has had it as bad as he has.]

“But that’s all over with now.”

[Jiles flashes his pearlies for the very first time.]

“Now... you get to kick the shit out of me, because you no longer hold a power of position in the company I carry.”

[A pause.]

“Think about that, Jeff.”

[Another pause, but this one is much more dramatic.]

“The only way you can screw Cancer Jiles out of points now is by beating him.”

[OHMAIGAWDWHUTAFUKINNITEMARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

“Translation. You don’t get to screw this guy out of points no more.”

[Yes, apropos thumb jabbing ensues.]

“I know you’re not rusty.”

“I know you don’t have an excuse to hide behind.”

“I’m coming for my vengeance. I’m riding in at high-noon, and guns will be blazing.”

[I’d imagine blunts to.]

“I don’t dare say this is going to be the last chapter, as I think our true fate has yet to be determined.”

“I will say by the end of the night, Cancer Jiles is going to get his hand raised.”

“You can take that to the bank.”

[cut.]

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