Edward: Warrior whistled for his horse, Cheggars, who seemed to bolt straight to his masters command. Cheggars was Warrior's loyal and faithful companion. They were inseperable, except from the times when they were apart. Warrior did what he wanted, when he wanted, where he wanted and to whom he wanted. This was his way, this was Warrior's way. Little did he know though that one of those throats he had just cut belonged to one of the Hart Foundation boys. Word was quickly despatched to the groups leader, Macho Man the Savage. Warrior had just upset the wrong dude, for none were as evil as our Macho, none were as back stabbing as our Macho, none were as bearded as our Macho. Warrior returned home for a well earned rest and his nightly hot chocolate, totally not knowing the wrath the next day would bring to him.