Packing The Heat

The camera pans up on a scene in front of the Canadian House of Representatives. Not just any scene, but a crowd of hundreds of angry Native Canadians and Americans with signs that read - ‘Idle No More!’, ‘Protect Our Children, The Land and Our Animals’, and ‘One Nation, One Tribe, One Fire!’, along with several others. A teepee can be seen in the background as well. Alone, yet surrounded by fellow Natives.

A stocky, elder woman would make her way up to the stage as she single handedly brought the crowd to silence with just her presence. With a stern look, she gazed about her People, “Today, we have lost, yet another hard battle… I am sorry to have let you down, my friends and family, but there is still no word on Bill C-45.” The crowd looked stunned and completely angered by such words. Many of them would start to raise their voices to their elders, but soon quieted themselves as a white man approached with a big uncanny smile.

He gave a several waves to all the people before him. Not understanding what an insult it was to have him at their own personal powwow. The White man soon began to talk, “Hello, hello~! Good day to you all here gathered on the parliament's grounds…” No Native spoke, but at that point, the camera focused on the RWD’s Mother Nature who stood next to Chief Spencer - the woman who just spoke of the battle of Bill C-45. Anger grew in her dark green eyes as she looked upon the man that entered the scene. He continued his little speech, “Now, we’re not a big fan of loitering here in Canada, so we’re gonna have to ask ya to pack yer lil teepee party and be on yer way now..” He seemed to give a small chuckle at the end, but there was no laughter back to him.

The people started to talk amongst themselves. Some throwing up their signs and shoving it towards him. Others started to speak up and yell back, “We won’t stop! Idle No More! Idle No More!” And continued to repeat, but Mother Nature’s heart was far too in it. The White man was about to say something else, but she easily put a stop to that. She marched her way up to him, and gave him a quick right hook. The man staggered back instantly and held onto his face, looking up at her in terror, “How dare you…” Snarled out Mother Nature as the cameras now come to stay on the scene between her and the man. ”You may think that this is Parliament’s Grounds, but this has NEVER been your grounds. These are OUR grounds. ALL of OUR grounds!” The People started to chant her words over and over, “Our Grounds!” Over and over as the white man looked up in fear of Mother Nature.

It wasn’t too long after the punch did the white man’s guards begin to charge in with their nightsticks drawn. The People looked in fear, but Mother Nature threw her fist up, “Idle No More! We must fight, protest and defend for what is rightfully all of ours. ALL OF OURS!” Bellowed out Mother Nature as a guard came with his stick drawn out on her. Raising it up to try and beat it at her side, but she quickly grabbed onto his wrist and gave him a nice hard punch to the throat with her free hand. Sending the guard backwards, dropping his nightstick and holding onto his own throat. Several others came more so at Mother Nature’s front door than the people. Police were also on their way to meet her.

Three guards were up on the stage with Mother Nature now. Her People cheering her on with small yells in their own tongues. She heard their suffering, their pain and sorrow all her life. She had finally had enough of it. Behind her stood Chief Spencer with a small grin on her face as she watched the guards try to attack Mother Nature, as she quickly sent the first guard packing with a chest kick, making him fall back into the other two of them. One of the guards pushed him onto the other as he came charging at her. Mother Nature quickly retaliated by driving back at him with a powerful spear as she let out a very loud war cry.

The cameras don’t manage to see much other than the guards trying to hold her down as she kicked and punched here and there until the police came in and handcuffed her. Once the pulled Mother Nature up onto her feet she’d start giving them hard kicks to the back of their knees. Making the police stagger onto their faces. The People laughed at this, seeing the pigs finally come to their knees. However, Mother Nature wouldn’t be laughing for long as they were taking her off to jail for violence and disturbing the peace.

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The words RWD Exclusive start to display in the lower left corner of the screen.

Camera will then pan up to play a video of Cocheese driving up to a Prison in Canada. Not long to see a tanned woman coming out, jerking in her handcuffs. Glaring hard at the ones that were holding her by force, but soon came to smile at whom was in front of her, "Well, well... Its my Knight In Shining Armor~" Teased the dark brunette as she gave Cocheese a flirtatious wink while giving the corrections officers a few jerks and shoves in her cuffs, "Mind helping a damsel in distress?" She coo'd to him sinfully as she then heard the click of her cuffs as she was being let free.

Frankie Cocheese smirks to her, wearing his usual attire in white of a hat on backwards, t-shirt that reads Parental Advisory Italian Content in the Italian Flag colors, denim jean shorts, socks and Vans skate shoes. ”That’s why I’m here…”

"Ooooh, you must have already paid the Big Man here..." The feisty Native would turn to spit towards the officers as they quickly drew their nightsticks, "Ah fuck off! Go drink some maple syrup, I'm fucking out of this shithole, but don't think I won't be back for round two, five, or six hundred! I'll be back for my People, not even handcuffs can stop me. Not even a Nation-Wide banning can stop me!" Snarled out the angry woman as she turned back and rolled her wrists some before coming closer to Cocheese.

Frankie studies her as she lets the guards have it. That feistiness, he thinks, is something he’s going to need for his match. ”Just as feisty as you were before, huh? You haven’t changed, and that’s a good thing.” He comments, remembering her just as she was from a certain fed based out of San Francisco.


Mother Nature gave a small smile to him as she just nodded her head, ”Yeah, and I always will be this same fiery woman. Aheh… So, anyways, Cocheese.. How did you even know where to find me?” Curiously she questioned him as she would start walking with him back to his car.

”The news.” He responds. ”Got this intergender tag match going against some dog lookin fool being controlled by a wannabe with some big tittied bimbo and my partner couldn’t make it. Was told I needed to find somebody or I was automatically going to take an L. That’s when I saw you, and I figured we could work something out…” He leads her to his car, a tan little rental convertible.

She gave him a small smirk, ”Hahahaha, there’s the Frankie I know. Straight to the point…” She would give him a real smile now as she nodded her head, ”An Intergender match, hm? That’s quite interesting… You don’t see too many of them nowadays… Mmmm, but what were you thinking? Busting me out would get me to owe you a lil favor, eh?” It seemed she was possibly onto him as she opened her side of the car door and slipped in. Happy to be out of her jail cell. Not that it was too bad, nice lil holiday to reflect on how much she hated the White People again.

”You really do know me, huh?” He flashes her a little smirk before getting into the car and driving off.

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After that scene fades, the camera fixes on a burning fire. It pans out to show sticks and twigs surrounded by a small circle of stones. Frankie sits on a log, staring at the fire as if he’s mesmerized by the flames. It pans further out, showing Mother Nature standing by the fire on the camera’s left side. The focus changes to her with Frankie shown in the background. They appear to be in a clearing inside of a forest.

A devious smirk comes across her face as she looks darkly into the camera’s lens. “Oh, Johnny boy… You think you’re really something, huh?” She asks him as she crosses her arms under her chest and just shook her head lightly, “You wanna know me? You wanna know who I am? I don’t quite know how to put this other than the girl that’s going to kick you and your bimbo whore’s fake tits out…” Tilting her head slightly to the right as she just darkly chuckles to him, “You may talk all this shit, but it just comes down to one thing,” While speaking she’d lift up a finger as she playfully wiggles it to him, “Who can throw the best punches and kicks…” A small sigh escapes her full lips as she would just smile to the viewers, “If you think you can intimidate me by all of this talk, you better think again. You can thank that dumb mongrel friend of yours, Schneider. That’s a buzzkill right there…”

Taking a glance over her shoulder to look at Frankie before returning to the camera with that big grin of hers, “Your talk of your lil Dead Princess over there is quite hilarious. You think death can stop me? NOTHING can stop me, because I won’t be the one taking a dirt nap. I won’t be returning to the Earth just yet. Especially after fighting a giant sweet potato…” Shaking her head as she chuckles, “Its funny how you do all the talk for her. You don’t think she can voice her own opinions, or are you just saving her from the fear-stricken trance she’s in?” The woman just smirked into the camera as she teasingly winked to it, “C’mon Mama Squash, let’s hear it from you, and not your ugly Ken-doll here. Though, I’m really curious to know what you sound like. Yet, I do have an idea. Prolly just as fake and pathetic as your false tits…” Laughed Mother Nature as she shook her head and held a hand out in front of the camera as she laughed like a little kid.

As Mother Nature is laughing, the camera does a fading cut to Cocheese as he continues to watch the flames dance on the pile of twigs and leaves. ”Nobody…” His eyes look upward, over the flame and into the camera. ”I’m a nobody.. Is that it, Bonecrusher? If I’m such a nobody, why don’t you come step in the ring with me instead, since you want to run your mouth on twitter? Oh, but you’re retired, right? Due to injury? Your arm looks pretty healthy to me now. Why don’t you step in the ring with me. Better yet, why don’t you step in the ring with Stevenson?” He laughs at the thought. ”Of course you won’t. Y’know something Bonecrusher? It’s not that we don’t know who you are, it’s that we don’t care. We don’t care who you are. We don’t care who our opponents are. We’ll destroy each and every one of them, as we always have. But who cares about this nobody’s opinion, right ol’ Johnny boy?” He scoffs. ”A nobody… A multichampion nobody. A nobody who is sitting at the top of the points board in the company you claim to love so much. Nobody. You should be a-goddamn-shamed!”

He shakes his head ever so slowly. ”You’re so goddamn… weird. You sit around on twitter, talk shit so much that you’re so goddamn annoying like these fans, so I had to block you like I block them. Where do you get the balls big enough to call me a keyboard warrior? You’re obsessed. You’re obsessed ‘cause I embarrassed your stooge. Yeah, that’s right, Maxwell. Face it. You’re Bonecrusher’s stooge. Look at you now! You’re not the man you were a month ago when we first went at it. You’re a goddamn little puppy and it SICKENS me!” His tone swells with anger. ”WHEN will you see it?! He made Kruzer shoo away like a pawn. He treats you like a dog waiting for a treat! And you don’t even SAY much anymore! You speak when you’re told. You’re A PET! A PET! And it makes me wonder if I beat you so bad that your brain turned into that of a FIVE year old! I said before that you’re a dog that needs to be put down, but now you’re just proving it more and more, Maxwell. Screw Bonecrusher! This isn’t ABOUT him! It’s about YOU! Bad to the bone. You should change your damn music to knick-knack paddy-whack give a dog a bone! You damn furry freakshow! I will NEVER get sick of putting you on the canvas. I will continue to do so until your body gets so frail a wristlock would end your career!”

Frankie narrows his eyes. He then leans forward, putting his elbows on his knees and his palms on his face. He rubs at his face and shakes his head, seeming to calm down. ”You can say how much you want to end me, but the fact is, you’re never going to be able to because I keep beating you so bad that I keep taking a part of your soul. Soon, there will be nothing left but an empty husk. And you can thank your Manager Bonecrusher for that. Your Puppet Master…Cut the strings already, Maxwell…” He puts his right hand up and makes a scissor motion with his left hand hovering over it. ”... Cut the strings. But speaking of puppets. Jezzebel makes me wonder… with how silent she was… how uncomfortable she looked in that room with you two morons, how her lover Kruzer talked before he left to go train for a match he’s going to get brutalized in anyway and let us all down… does he mistreat you, Jezze? Maybe you should reconsider your options… Or maybe a Toe Tagger will get you to thinking right. Heh Oh Jezze… So lost… Maybe Mother Nature and I can snap you back into reality so you won’t end up being their puppet too…” He shrugs, as if it really doesn’t matter to him either way. ”Then again, maybe not. You guys consider yourselves the fold. Oh how fitting it is, because each and every one of you are known for it. You all fold. You all choke. You all taste defeat. Be ready this sunday…”

Mother Nature steps into the frame now, adding in. ”Because we’re Packing The Heat!” Frankie joins her side, smirking and making a gun motion with his hand. ”See you when we see you…!” He pulls his hand back as if he’s firing the gun.

The shot focuses on the flames now. Oh, the heat they will bring. The camera would cut off for just a brief moment before coming back to the same scene with Mother Nature and Cocheese. “We will see who certainly has the last laughs sunday night, Johnnybone Fucker…” A small wink was given to the camera before she gave it a hard enough kick to crack the lens and send it tipping over a few rolls before it had cut out completely.