A starry night sky can be seen, the cameras look around until they spot MJX, wearing his wrestling gear and a blue track jacket, drinking a slurpee outside of 7/11. They slowly approach him.

"What a waste of a dollar."

MJX spots the EAW crew, his expression sours even more.

"Wha-for fucks sake what did I tell you?! Don't follow me! Are you deaf? Are you an immigrant who doesn't speak english?"

"Actually... you ar-"

"Shut up! Don't talk back to me! Whatever, you can follow me around for a bit if that makes you happy."

"Thanks, but why are you outside at 1 AM drinking a slurpee? And why aren't you wearing pants? It's cold."

"What a stupid question, real men don't wear pants. Besides thanks to you I've no place to sle-er I just felt like taking a nice stroll. I got thirsty and bought a slurpee, anything wrong with a man buying one? No, but hey check this out, my good brother TOTORO is in the cup, I didn't know baseball was this popular. Unfortunately, there were none of me, which is why winning against the King's Guard is important, there's nothing better than raising one's stock. Right now you see me unable to afford pants and an hotel, but when I get those belts and become an international star it'll all change."

"Wow, um...you have it rough man."

"I don't need your pity, also don't you air anything of what I just said."

"Right, anyway we've heard Theron had more things to say about you and your part-"

"Good brother."

"...you and your good brother TOTORO, do you perhaps have any words for him, or his partner The Burned Man?"


"I'd love to comment but I uh, don't have access to television, or radio, and my phone data is exclusively used for mobile games so saying I've heard from them would be a lie."


"That's fine, we have the footage right here."

Static.

Scene resumes after MJX finishes reviewing the footage.


"It's over? Well that was boring, don't you hate noblemen? I know I do. To answer some of Theron's questions, when I look at myself, I see I've made plenty of mistakes, should I roll for this card or wait until the next gacha? Do I drop 10 bucks or 200? All very bad decisions but those are just minor things, and all they've done is make me angrier and hungrier for success, if I didn't think I could become the best I wouldn't have signed the contract, I could've just ran Wendy's twitter account or do weird commercials but no, I came here to EAW because I know I can beat every guy who is too full of himself, belittles their opponents and when he finally loses, crumbles. You brag about being unpinned and never submitted but in a tag match that matters not. It could be your partner who is on the receiving end of our offense and fails to kick out, it's still your loss. We have everything to win and nothing to lose, but what about you? All this big talk but when you lose to two no names as you call us, what's your king going to think about you? I would exile you for making me look bad, but that's just me."

"As for Burned Man, it looks like he's more of the action speaks louder than words type and I respect that, If I wasn't being followed around by a bunch of annoying cameramen I probably would keep to myself as well, but in case you're watching this and are silently planning your gameplan..don't bother. Because no matter what you two try, how hard you work, how much you fight, the end result is the same, MEGUMEME ends victorious. Due to it being our first week I realize our words have no weight, regardless this is going to be an eye opener for the rest of Showdown, know if you see us in the same light Theron does, you will regret it, because nothing hurts more than talking a lot of shit only for it to blow up in your face. When you lose you pick yourself back up, shrug it off and look to win the next one, but after so much bragging it will be harder on you. For now, you can keep believing you're the next big thing, that you will keep being unpinned and that we are nothing but fodder for your career, tomorrow you'll realize your mistake."


"For TOTORO and myself, tomorrow is when we make our debut, a night many people dream of, but for us it's just part of the job and after our first win we're flying all the way to Burundi, can't miss the restaurant's big opening. All of this is on TOTORO of course, that's why he's a good brother."

"Sorry...can I come?"

"No! Now if you'll excuse me, there's a good spot in the park nearby and I have to get there before anyone else does, you've kept me here way too long, also tell your bosses to stop dropping you here at the worst times."

MJX throws his slurpee in the trash and leaves the area as the scene fades to black.

(The following scene takes place late Thursday night at some random casino in Atlanta. Jack Ripley and David Davidson can be seen at the blackjack table with drinks in hand and they are of course on a roll, with just about every person in the casino standing behind them, watching their every movement because in case you haven’t realized it yet, The High Rollerz are very big deals.)

Dealer: Wow, we have a winner!

(The crowd begins to cheer and clap for Jack, as Jack looks really proud of himself)

Jack: They don’t call me Black Jack Ripley for nothin.

(The dealer is an EAW fan, because hello, who isn’t? He takes a second to make sure he heard Jack correctly. He has a confused expression on his face and begins to stutter at first, until he manages to spit out a full sentence.)

Dealer: Yo-your nickname is Black?

Jack: Oh… Uh… yeah?

Dealer: That sounds…weird…that’s a weird nickname.

Jack: Do I judge you for wearing a vest to work?

Dealer: Do you?

Jack: Yes.. Yes I do.

Dealer: So it’s ok for me to make fun of you for having the nickname black.

Jack: No, that’s not ok… Thats rude.. You’re a very rude individual, no way I’m tipping you now.

(At that very moment, the dealer knew...he fucked up. He lets out a huge gulp, trying to take back what he said. Sweat begins to drip from his forehead.)

Dealer: Sir please, I take it back, I need the tips to support my family.

Jack: Ok, I’ve got a tip for you.

Dealer: Thank you sir, thank you so much.

(Jack reaches into his pocket and takes out a piece of paper, and hands it to the dealer with a smirk on his face and looks at the camera while the dealer reads the note out loud)

Dealer: “Be better at your job””... What’s this?

Jack: Your tip… I’m giving you a tip for life, it’ll make you a better person, you’re welcome.

(The dealer, who has been a big ol’ pussy all night twitches a little bit. He is clearly mad and at first he tries to bottle it up like any mature adult, but he can’t and he swears because he thinks he is tough. It’s a bold move, Cotton, let’s see if it pays off.)

Dealer: Ok.. Fuck this..

David: WHOOAAA HOW UNPROFESSIONAL!!! KIDS WATCH THESE VIDEOS YOU KNOW!!!! TRY BEING A ROLE MODEL LIKE US!

Jack: OH MY GOD! David you’ve been silent for so long, and suddenly yell! You startled me!

David: It’s what I do. I’m a fuc...frickin’ ninja, I am all nimble and shi...stuff! 

(The dealer can no longer take it. It looks like he has given up on life at that very second. He waddles into the night. Never to be heard from again.)

Dealer: Oh I forgot my-

David: NO! You are never supposed to be heard from again! Now leave! BE NO MORE! Jeez, what was with that guy? 

Jack: I don’t know, you win one game of blackjack, and all of a sudden he starts making fun of my nickname that I’ve totally had for years. Making me feel bad and stuff.

David: Well luckily he’s gone! There’s no way the replacement dealer can be any worse!

(David takes a sip from his drink. The High Rollerz turn around at the same exact moment because they are the greatest tag team with the greatest chemistry EAW has ever seen! As they turn around, they find the smiling face of the interviewer!)

Interviewer: HEY GUYS!! I got a second job as a card dealer! Isn’t that great!?!?!  Hanging around you guys really taught me the ropes, and now I can do it expertly! 

(Jack turns around and looks really green in the face. He vomits all over a cocktail waitress making a huge scene. David is sort of embarrassed and starts to cry real crocodile tears at the sight of the interviewer.) 

David: Interviewer, why are you here…again? Didn’t you hear what Cody said about you?

Jack: Yeah, you have some nerve stealing another job from an American!!!

Interviewer: I am an American?

Jack: You’re human?

Interviewer: What?

David: What?

Interviewer: He asked if I was human.

David: And? That’s a legitimate question… Let’s be honest, you don’t look like one of us.

Interviewer: One of you? And what is one of you exactly?

David: Ummmm, a human being? The subject that we’ve been talking about this entire time?

Interviewer: Whatever, yes, I am a human, yes I am American… 

Jack: *yawn* Why are you telling us your life story? No one cares…

Interviewer: You asked…

David: Seriously, you’re so selfish… Where’s your daughter by the way? She’s hawt and smells like Cinnamon Toast Crunch. I miss her.

Jack: David, let’s not get off topic, you’ll have time to steal his daughter that hasn’t been mentioned in like six months. Cody Marshall was talking a lot of shit about you Interviewer.. it was totally warranted, but he was pretty wrong about one thing.

David: Yeah, like we would ever pay you money to be around us ever. Why would we pay to torture ourselves? 

Interviewer: You guys joke around too much, why can’t you two ever be serious with me?

David: I know I am going to regret asking this, because it will give off the impression that I somewhat care about you...but what do you mean? 

Interviewer: Always saying that you hate me and stuff, it’s funny, but at a point it’d be nice if you were just real with me.

Jack: Are you dumb?

David: You know what, interviewer? The burning passion of hatred that I have for you has no boundaries… And the words that you have spoken to me at this moment has only intensified the feeling… I hate you Interviewer, with every fiber of my being, I hate you.

Interviewer: Ok guys for real.. Let’s get serious… Cody Marshall, let’s talk about it

Jack: Um excuse me, we’ve been serious this entire time. And why are you trying to interview us right now? You’re a blackjack dealer now.

Interviewer: The calling of my life’s passion, INTERVIEWING! Is always my job.. I always have time for it. It’s in my blood!

(Black Jack Ripley throws a card at the Interviewer ninja star style) 

Interviewer: AHHHHHH I’M DYING!!

David: And now, that card is also in your blood.  

Jack: Yeah bitch.

Interviewer: Well, that was rude. I do not like being called a bitch, thank you very much. Besides, it reminds me of my days in high school when I would get stuffed in lockers. How could that happen to me? I made my mistakes, I had nowhere to run, but the night does in fact go on...oh, you guys are still here. And a camera just captured that as well! Wonderful!

Jack: Ok, forgetting about the awkwardness that you just put out there.. And I’ll just say, I’m sorry

Interviewer: Re-Really?

Jack: No, not in the slightest

Interviewer: Oh…

Jack: Yeah, you should be embarrassed for believing such a blatant joke.

Interviewer: Well, David, Jack is being his usual mean self, will you please talk about your match? 

David: FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE! So let me start off by saying…no offense. There, a force field just went up. My opponent now can't be offended by a single thing I say. That's how it works. Now, the reason why I said no offense in the first place is because during the past few weeks, my opponents…well, let's just say they have thrown hissy fits over the littlest things. Yeah, I guess that's the best way of putting it for now. You see I get it...being a champion in Elite Answers Wrestling, I have a lot of influence. And with influence comes responsibility. They go hand-in-hand. I'm supposed to lead by example. That's why my opponents, or actually, everybody for that matter, hangs onto my every word. Like I said, I get it. But tonight, I'm not going to coddle my opponent like a baby, even though he does resemble an oversized one. Hell, he even acts like one as well with excuse after excuse. But moving on, I could say that I plan on not holding back this evening with my words that are coated with venom, like I've done recently, but the truth is, I probably will. Why? It's simple really, Cody Marshall isn't in our league. He's like ten or so tiers below us. Tell me, how is the weather down there? So yeah, he isn't a threat and I won't treat him as such. I mean, a lion never worries about a jackal, correct? So don't get me wrong, people...by taking time out of my night to talk about Cody directly isn't because this whole matchup is personal to me, because it isn't. Let's face it, he hasn't pushed any of my buttons. My blood has yet and will not boil. Just look at my demeanor. Do I not look relaxed and well-rested? Well actually I'm not well-rested. It's been a long ass night, but sleep is for the weak. So I'll give it a few more hours…which just so happens to be the length of Cody Marshall’s New Breed title reign. Sorry, pretend I didn't say that, for I plan on saving that for later as the main course. 

Just look at you Cody! Which is something I struggle to do because yikes, time has not been good to you! But hey, that's besides the point. What I was originally going to say is I'm amazed by how you continue to exuberate with such confidence! It's possible you might even have an extra pep in your step this week! Why? Ohhh that's right, because you are hellbent on making Damien’s world/empire, crumble before your very own feet. Yeah, I guess that's still a thing. I struggle to remember all of the “evil” things he's done to you because I'm going to be brutally honest, I don't exactly keep up with what Cody Marshall is doing. Why? Simple, it's because you don’t intrigue me. You fail to keep my attention. You see, your whole shtick has a shelf life. And by god, it's expired weeks ago, if not months ago and now it's covered by a greenish blue fuzzy substance. Tell me, what even are you Cody, other than a parody? I'm sure you've been told this before, but at the end of the day, you're just a Donald Trump impersonator. Go back to the Vegas Strip or Hollywood walk of fame, I say. “Make EAW/Showdown great again!” Or better yet, talking about building a wall on Showdown. Like I said, it's run it's course. Do something different. Something that involves creativity, perhaps? But I digress. So once again, you can see we have given our undeserving opponent(s) a platform to speak his mind and to air out his grievances. How is that soapbox treating you? Good? Fantastic. Now, let's talk about this campaign of yours, shall we? You do realize it's going to lead to nowhere right? I mean for the time being you can yell and bang on the podium like a famous ex-leader who shall not be named…and you can shake your fist and you can cry those tears about how Damien goes out of his way to make your life a living hell…when the fact is, he doesn't care about you or what you have to say. All he sees is what everybody else sees…a pest. A nuisance. A mosquito that keeps buzzing in our ears and somehow keeps getting away, but will eventually be crushed to death. That's where we come in, Cody. Make no mistake about it, we are not Damien’s muscle or hit men. We get booked in matches and we deliver. But I guess you could say that we are punishers in a sense. I mean, our first week on Showdown, Rex McAllister was presented with a gift. He was allowed to pick his nemesis at the time, Ryan Marx’s opponent. And he chose us because he heard a thing or two about what we bring on a weekly basis. And I think it's fair to say we even exceeded our expectations with what we've managed to accomplish in such a short period of time. We get results, it's what we do. Now, if or when Cody responds to us, he’ll make an excuse because that's all he really does and say something expected like two men against one isn't fair, that Ryan should've had a partner. But that's the thing Cody, it's always unfair when facing The High Rollerz, whether it's two-on-two or in singles. Think about it! It was unfair how Matt Squared had to face the greatest tag team in professional wrestling history on their first defense. It was unfair how a team of Lioncross and Nobi, a team with zero experience had to face us so early on in our reign. Speaking of them, I see you made another excuse about how Lyuncrust supposedly “cost” them their chance at gold. How did you put it again? If it wasn't for him, we “could” be looking at different tag team champions? Woulda, coulda, shoulda…Cody. It's pathetic. It’s the loser’s mentality, which I'm not surprised you have. And oh yeah, before I forget, it was also unfair how that team from Dynasty had to face us as well because they just aren't that good. Or actually, maybe they are good but when you're in the ring with us? Good isn't enough. You can't beat excellence with good. This isn't amateur hour. This is EAW. Improve or get the fu…frick out. Again, I gotta watch my language. I'm a role model. I do this for the kids after all. 

(David is about to take a sip from his drink but then remembers that he is in fact a role model and cannot let the kids of Cameroon and Peru down. So he puts the drink down and resumes talking.)

Seeing as how I just talked about Dynasty, I think it's only fitting we talk about Reckless Wiring! So like I said, we won at that Dynasty exclusive FPV. We retained, who would've thought? Well, everybody with a brain, duh! But what about you, Cody? Surely you can say the same? Oh wait, that's right, you lost, shocker! Just like Devan Dubian. You let our brand down…awkward. You know what, Cody? You're puzzling, for a lot of reasons but to be more specific you are puzzling in the sense that you knocked off that Karl Marx wannabe, you know, the guy who everybody seems to love and are not afraid to sing their praises about? So you beat him to win the New Breed Championship and then you go on to lose it to Lucas Johnson, who is often used as a punchline to almost every joke in EAW? Oh but David, Cody entered first in that match! Plus they had weapons like brass knuckles! WAAHHHHHH! Look at the level of competition in that match. Ironico and Riddler...I'll give them a pass because they are new and we’ll see if they accomplish anything noteworthy in the future. See, I'm a nice guy like that. Then you have Jacob Moore, who sure, had an undefeated streak going but as of late, he has fizzled out. Then there is Mark Michaels, a guy I've been in the ring with and well, what has he done honestly? Then of course there is Lucas Johnson…who is well, Lucas Johnson. So those are the men you faced…and you lost? I don't care if you finished second or whatever you wanna call it. Moral victories are not real. They are used to soften the blow of something called reality and in reality they just aren't that good. But like I said it's puzzling that you failed to retain that title, against those guys. I mean, didn't you say you're a farmer? A football player? A war hero? Why stop there? Let's add an astronaut and Nobel Peace Prize winner as well. So you’d assume that you would overcome such “odds”, but perhaps your followers and believers give you too much credit? They see an ordinary man with no special skills or talent and countless flaws to go along with it…and they say to themselves, “Hey, we can relate to that guy. Let's be lazy and close-minded and blame others for our shortcomings!” But once again, I digress. All I'm saying is this will lead to the debate, is Cody Marshall a flop? A flavor of the month? A one hit wonder? My answer? Who cares? But what I do care about is our match in the ATL!

Interviewer: DON’T LET THE GREATEST TAG TEAM IN EAW HISTORY BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF CODY MARSHALL THIS SATURDAY NIGHT DISTRACT YOU FROM THE FACT THAT THE ATLANTA FALCONS BLEW A 28-3 LEAD! 

David: HEY! DON’T YELL! THAT’S MY THING! But speaking of this interviewer, whose name shall never be revealed, because the world will explode if it does, I don't like him. I've made that perfectly clear. But like Jack said, we don't pay him. He's basically an intern who shadows greatness, aka us. So he's not taking money out of Max A. Million’s pocket, aka the guy who is on Showdown every week, getting camera time. He can continue to interview the likes of you, but when it comes to us, champions in professional wrestling and in life? Nah, we good. We already have our interviewer! Who is a “hard-working” American! But you're right, he probably lives in his mom’s basement. 

Interviewer: Nuh uh! I live in my own apartment and not to brag, but I get a lot of pussy over there. 

David: No, no you don't. 

Interviewer: Sigh, you're right. I was talking about my cats. Excuse me as I cry now after looking back at all of the mistakes I've made in the past. 

David: Oh, ok. You're always so uplifting, just radiating with positivity! But anyways, I just wanted to congratulate you on the successful surgery. Seeing as how you tend to joke around now, it makes me believe that they managed to detach the stick that's been lodged in your ass since you've gotten here. So again, congrats on that. But speaking of joking around, it's no secret that Jack and I like to have fun while talking about our opponents because it's life. You don't have to take it seriously all the time. But do you know what's funny? You said we lack maturity, which may be true during random circumstances but then you go on to mock another elitist’s pose and laugh about it…and oh yeah, you were the only one laughing about it, so it got awkward real quick and you also go on about how you spit that hot fire! Tsk tsk tsk, those who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, Cody. But like you said you never went to some fancy university and you probably don't understand what the word hypocrite means. I'm guessing you struggled with school all your life and as a result, you have to rely on Google with every question you have, such as looking up when the constitution was signed. You aren't an intelligent man, that is for sure. You are all brawn and no brain. That is why you think your size alone is what will be our downfall come Saturday night. You sound just like your favorite elitist in all of EAW, Nobi. He too bragged about his size and how he will easily overpower us and well, how did that work out for him? The answer is the same fate that awaits you. But speaking of Nobi, our second week on Showdown, we faced the both of you. We won. The record book proves it. But the thing is, you're right. It was obvious you two didn't get along and let's face it, even if you were best friends and were on the same page, you still would've been at a severe disadvantage because you were facing the best tag team in EAW today by a whole country mile. Furthermore, I’ve never bragged about that win and neither has Jack. I mean, who brags about beating Cody and Nobi aka the two men on the low end of the Showdown totem pole? If I told the Knights of the Dawning that we beat Cody Marshall and try to use it as some intimidation factor, they would've lost it and burst out with laughter. It does nothing. It doesn't up your EAW street cred by any means. And to answer your question, no, we didn't think you were tough back then and that certainly hasn't changed. You are BBQ chicken as Shaq would put it. Your size won't help you get the win. As a matter of fact, nothing will help you get the win this Saturday because it is simply out of reach for you. Yet, your bias tells you differently. You think you have it all figured out, from becoming the new Showdown GM to being victorious this week. Both are neither true. But you know what? I'll let you keep your imagination because that’s about all you have left. Some people believe in Bigfoot while some believe The High Rollerz will lose at some point in the future. Both are ridiculous, but oh well.  Also before I forget, you seem to be a one trick pony. Especially when it comes to you spitting all over the mic. You talked about our names again and how you think it refers to marijuana, when we told your bonehead ass that it's a gambling term. I think Ryder did this as well. It's not that hard to figure out. Anyways, Jack, say some things. You're good at it. 


Jack: Cody, we met you before, we beat you before. But who cares right? That doesn’t prove anything at all. I’m not happy about it, I’m not proud about it, I don’t care. It has held no impact upon my life whatsoever. You spew the same hate filled speech that you do every time, it gets quite tiresome. It’s very easy to do what you do. Oh they’re a tag team, “they’re gay”, I’m a redneck so I don’t like gays. He’s not from this country, so he’s an illegal immigrant. Your way of thinking is so basic, it’s so easy anyone can do it. Let me do it for you. You’re a feeble minded southerner that clearly has sex with his sister, who is also his aunt.. Mom. I’d also venture a guess that you drive a pickup truck, love shitty terrible country music, and love to go kill helpless cute animals that just want to live their lives. Why do you hurt them so? They look into your eyes with the don’t kill me sweet look, and you, you heartless devil,  you just don’t care. I just don't understand the appeal of you, you’re not funny, you’re not interesting, you just are trying to be Donald Trump so bad. I guess if you’re a Donald Trump fan than I guess that’s how you could be thought up as interesting. Let’s look at what you had to say, it was mostly just about how you thought Interviewer, “our” Interviewer is stealing work from EAW employees, and saying he was illegal? So because we give someone a job, who actually is American, but I digress. We give a hopeless pathetic man that lives in his parent’s basement a job, and that’s a bad thing? We sound like heroes if you ask me. Old flopsweat mcgee over here would have no life to speak of, we get him out of the house, and make him resemble a human more and more with each day that passes.

Interviewer: You do?

Jack: Ok, he just follows us around, and we consistently tell him to stop. But the fact of the matter is even with him ignoring the restraining order we’ve put on him, we help. We help everyone really. We help him, the Tag Team Division, EAW, old woman crossing the street, old woman dying of fires… Young homeless pickpockets trying to better themselves, we do it all! And what do you do? What is your contribution to this world? Hate speech? Telling people that they’re not as good as you because you’re from America? Weak sauce bro. All you’re doing is spreading negativity that this world really doesn’t need. You act as though you are Donald Trump and you do have this massive following, but after your joke of New Breed title reign, who still believes in you? Why would they? You’re almost as pathetic as your idol. If you want to call our legitimacy into question, that’ll be tough to do, because we have taken all comers on. You? It took one match to knock you off your pedestal. Now 2 against 1? You’re on a roll for unfortunate situations aren’t you? Not only are you facing two people by yourself, but you’re up against the greatest tag team in the world today, and probably ever. You don’t want to talk about what happened the first time, fair enough, we don’t have to. Let’s talk about what will happen this week on Showdown, you will face us, and you will lose.. It’s as simple as that. You want to name everyone we’ve faced off against and say that they weren’t legitimate, but I say, we’re undefeated, so who the hell cares who we faced? Whether it’s been lesser competition or not, we’ve beaten them all. So you can debate we’re as good as we say we are for as long as you want, but the facts back us up, not you. You are the one that won a title after us, but still managed to lose it before us. So tell me, who’s the one that is overhyped? Well, I wouldn’t say you’re overhyped… To anyone but yourself. You’ve just got this leader of the white pride nation going on, and you’re a hero in your own mind. But as for your legitimacy? No, yeah, I don’t buy it. You’ve already showed that when you face a challenge where you’re actually favored, you can’t get it done. When momentum is on your side, you can’t pull through. Isn’t that the most telling sign of your fall from grace?  Of course nothing you say matters, hell nothing I say matters. All that matters is that this Saturday, we back up everything we say. While you, continue the downward slope that is your career. You will find yourself with no followers, no title, no purpose really. So you can take that shotgun that you love so much to ward off all the people that aren’t white from your town, and turn it on yourself. Let the grasp of death cold hands grasp the trigger, and pull it. Let it send you straight where you belong, in the clutches of hell. And I don’t want to hear your name again, I don't want to see that disgusting bald head again, I want you wiped from the record books. You are a black mark on Showdown, you are a black mark to this entire company.. Trust me my nickname is Black Jack Ripley I know a thing or two about black marks. Everything that you've worked for has been a major failure, and I don’t know if there’s any coming back from this. You’ve shown your true colors, and they’re pretty gross. So David and I? We’re going to finish the job that you yourself started, and wipe EAW’s hands clean of you, and your backwards redneck ideologies. 

Interviewer: You know that I hate when you get all serious, Jack.

Jack: Oh, I didn’t know everything I do has to be run by you first…. I’ll be sure to start doing that from now on.

Interviewer: For serious?

Jack: No… You fool. Why are you so gullible? Get a life, stop following me… GAWD!!

(Jack flips the table on top of the Interviewer. Security rushes over, pick up the table off the interviewer)

Security: I’m sorry sir you’re going to have to come with us. 

Interviewer: Guys it’s fine, I’m fine, I forgive him. You don’t have to take him out of the casino

Security: I was talking to you sir. Clearly you did something to upset this man. These two are our most loyal customers, well respected in the gambling world. You, I don’t know, as a matter of fact I think you just stole someone else’s work attire.

David: As a matter of fact, he did. He told me that earlier, and laughed a lot. I told him that’s not cool, but he just laughed more, and said caring is for squares. I made fun of him for saying something was for squares because this isn’t the 70’s. 

Security: Sounds legit, David Davidson wouldn’t lie, come on sir you’re banned from the casino. 

Interviewer: No… NOOOO DON’T DO THIS!!!

(Security drags the Interviewer out of the hotel, his little legs are flapping around, an odd trail of some liquid follows where his disgusting body is touching the ground, his toupe is falling off his head… It’s just a disturbing sight. If kids are watching this please turn this off, it will scar them for life.)

The Scene opens up with James looking at a mirror he looks down at the sink he starts to pound the sink screaming out to himself "WHY ME WHY ME WHY NOT SOMEONE ELSE." James put his head in his hands  he starts saying stuff to himself." Blood is what I want the world must know my pain."

James turns and looks at the camera rub his hair away from his faces as a sicken laugh breaks out from him." Mom is still here with me she desires me to live on and to live on I must cause pain to others."

"EAW the blood will be on both our hands as I will be the one doing the work and at the end I will wipe them on the walls I will write letters sentences using the person blood I will write out moms favorite doctor."

" She wanted me to go to school and become a doctor and well I did it "James tits his head to the side with a creep smile on his face." I learn how to take someones body apart I can make the little strike hurt I can show a person true pain."

" My mind is fill with different thoughts the thoughts of what I am gonna do to the EAW roster upon joining  the different screams I will hear the different  sounds of my weapons touching the roster skin."

"I wish a Motherfucker would test me as I will show him just how crazy I can get and I can get a pretty crazy "Jake starts to laugh again he rubs his hair pulling it back from his face." Welp see you soon I can't wait for the fun to start BYEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!."The camera cuts off.

You are right, Tiberius. The days where I would feed from a golden spoon and ride the trails like a King are not around anymore. This era has brought a new light and I am not custom enough to be a part of it. But that is the exact reason why I have transformed my character to fight the monsters of today like the Heart Break Boy and yourself. I know I could not do much to regain my Hall of Fame championship a while ago as I was bested by endurance but there is a way to redeem myself. I will get the rematch for my championship and knowing how this monster functions and adheres now, I will prove victorious. And I am sure these 'ifs' and 'buts' do not come with merit as I could be totaled of just speaking out of my arse, however, the one thing I have always proven is that I live by my own word. And through it all, I will take full responsibility for it if the result does not come out my way. You on the other hand Tiberius would not know anything about that because time and time again, you have always blamed the situation for your losses. Every single time you have fallen, it was because the situation was liable not because you were not capable enough. On top of that, you add in your self-admiration and it infuriates me to no level to see that someone with your persona has made it to the top again. It is not the first time I have had to go against the likes of you. The company prides itself on living off of your personas behavior but I personally see no reason to let such bullshit thrive. This company would develop to unspeakable levels with a level of respect present in every competitor yet I know you want no such thing. You want to watch the world burn for no other reason to please your contrite self and I will be damned if you are able to freely continue with your havoc on this company. 

And despite what many might lead you to believe, I am not deprived royalty who misses his place on the throne. I am all too aware of the situation around me now but unlike others, I do not let my previous results of success do the talking for me. Just as I did not my first few years in this company with its constant falls define me, I am not going to let minimal profit define me either. All I know is that when my career in its totality is looked back on after everything is done and dusted, it will be seen as an exhilarating story which included fizzling out the career of the infamous elitist known as Tiberius Jones. There are not many that would doubt your talent, people would be fools to do that but the way you have handled yourself is an exhibit I have seen far too often too infirm to survive. You demand constant success with perpetual results and once that trail of prosperity dries up, you will dwell out and have nowhere else to go leading you astray into oblivion like every other failure that has walked this path. I have already placed my legacy in this company so I could care less if they choose to see me as a hero or sinner as long as my reason to subsist in this company remains. Whereas I would have taken every insult as a bullet to my head a few years ago, I know this is the kind of stuff that drives you and as long as I remain emotionless like a daredevil, you will never have the upper hand. And whereas I at least have recordings or cardboard exhibiting my success, nothing alike for you will even exist as you once again.. fizz out. I will stand up for as long as I have to until I see to it that your movement has ended once and for all.

And gladly for all, it will happen as soon as this weekend.
This is exactly how my legacy will continue on, if you can believe that.

Man oh man... how the mighty have fallen.

I'm twenty-seven years old. That's twenty-seven years of roaming the globe, witnessing it all and most importantly, deriving lessons through a vast repertoire of experiences. Now, while most variables have changed and will continue changing on a regular basis, a few of them stick. One of which is a common misconception among the masses that, I'm not gonna lie, gets me fuming at the mere utterance of it; the past is responsible for all the wrong you do. The gravity of reminscing about or even mentioning a small part of it equates to that of a sin, whether we wish to admit it or not. We're raised on that premise, and were taught to pass it on to future generations. Why? Because they want us under a roof that they can easily cave in when the situation calls for it. The thing is, they can't force-feed us all that bullshit—because while the crushing majority is a herd of sheep, the minority is a bunch of wolves waiting for the perfect opportunity to flee, and they ain't doing it with their hands empty. I for one have always viewed the past as a measuring stick for both present and future decisions. Granted, I don't necessarily have that nice of a past. It's not squeaky clean and it sure as hell isn't sunshine and rainbows. Still, looking beyond the grittiness, my past serves as a life lesson; the biggest one I'll ever have. My past makes me think, it makes me assess situations—whether they resemble ones that I had to go through before or just new ones—and most of all, it makes me evaluate my choices in said situations. Think of it like a bomb disposal scenario; you've got five wires in front of you and no idea which one doesn't make you go kaboom. Sweat is pouring down your face and you've already got a busted lip from biting into it too hard. However, you still kept it together and made up your mind, which leaves you wondering if the choice your mind has made is the right one. The few seconds that you are afforded before going through with your next move are crucial, but they rolled by so quickly. That's where the past comes into play. It stretches those seconds to minutes, minutes to hours and before you know it, you'll feel like you have spent an entire week contemplating your decision—when you haven't. That time you're granted to reflect upon things is fruit of your connection with your past, so the better the latter is, the longer the former will feel like. Me personally? I've got a solid connection with the man I used to be. The scumbag hustler from the streets of Turkey who made a living off of beating up the innocent and satisfying the corrupt? That was me. The green kid who had no idea how to run the ropes but still carried himself through the door of one of the biggest wrestling promotions around like he owned it? That was me. The underdog who brandished a chip twice his size in stature that everyone else salivated at the thought of seeing him crumble under its weight? That was me. The prodigy who gave his mentor the fight of his life, forcing his hand to declare him heir to the throne on the grandest stage of them all no less? That was me. The next 'big thing' that steered clear of the spotlight once it was shed his way, tucked his tail between his legs and rode off into the sunset? That was me, too. So yeah, I have a lot to reflect on and no matter how much of it I do everyday, it still feels like I'm only scratching the surface. Don't get it twisted, I'm by no means tracing this to my absence in some attempt to justify why I haven't been on your TV screens or car radios for the last several weeks. For such an event to occur, I have to care about the impending feedback that would come with it, and I frankly don't. Fact is, I owe no one but myself an explanation for why I decided to befriend the shade and cut all ties with the outside world—even for a split second—though it should be obvious to the observant eye. What I do owe the world, however, is a promise. A promise th at I urge everyone listening to sleep on tonight and ponder for the entirety of the next day. Reconnecting with my past took time and focus away from me that I can't get back. Do I regret doing it? Hell no. Because at the end of the day, had I continued aimlessly roaming the corridors of every show every night without taking time to reflect, I know for sure I wouldn' be alive right now to lay the foundation for said promise. But I am. I'm alive and get this, I am BETTER. I'm feeling better, I'm in far better shape and I've got better vision. I'm seeing things clearly and trust me when I tell you, that's bad news for every single body on the roster. As of this moment, forget everything you think you know about Carson Ramsay, because every little detail about him was cast into oblivion. He's the past. The only part that I will forever refrain from a connection with. I'm reborn, ladies and gentlemen. Resu-fuckin'-rrected. But don't take my word for it; the upcoming couple of weeks should put all your doubt to rest.

~It's the middle of the afternoon and Ice Rock and Ron matthews are inside BMO Harris Bradley Center in the middle of the ring as Ice is running the ropes getting a feel for the ring before his first match in 8 years.  After stretching and running the ropes for a while, he stops and leans against the ropes looking around the arena watching the ring crew finish some last minute work before fans start to enter the arena.  After 20 minutes of running the ropes, Ice Rock leaves the ring and walks to the back with Ron following behind him.  As they get into the back, an interviewer walks up to Ice Rock and Ron Matthews expecting to get a quick word.~

Interviewer: Ice Rock, How does it.....

~The interview is quickly shoved out of the way by Ron Matthews.  Ron picks up the microphone and shakes his head looking at the interviewer laying on the floor.~

Ron Matthews: Foolish moron.  If anyone's going to interview the King of HardKore it's going to be me.....So Mr. Rock, how does it feel knowing in the next few hours, you'll be stepping back into the ring for the first time in almost a decade?

Ice Rock: Well, Mr. Matthews, First of all, I'd like to thank the EAW management for giving me this opportunity to show the world what they've been missing since I stepped away from wrestling.  Secondly, I'd like to thank Target Smiles for actually having the balls to step in the ring with me, and Finally I'd like to thank Eddie for running as far as he can from.  It shows that he actually has brains and knows he couldn't compete with the best damn wrestler who ever stepped foot inside the squared circle.  As for how it feels to be back.  It feels great man.  I'm not feeling any pain after my ring workout.  I feel like I've never left the ring to begin with.

Ron Matthews: What's that mean for your opponents tonight?

~Ice Rock looks at Ron Matthews kind of confused.~

Ice Rock: Opponents?  As in Plural?  IF, and I mean a big IF Eddie decides to show up tonight I'll just knock him on his ass for being a no show all week.  If you want to compete at my level boy, you have to show up.  I'm going into this match expecting a one on one contest.  So if it is a 3 way match, I'll quickly and painfully turn it into a 1 on 1 battle.  As far as Target goes, I'll show him why people were scared to face me years ago.  You know as well as I do that I am willing to do anything in the ring to win.  I don't care if I have to put that buy through the ring itself in order to win.  What ever it takes to win, I'm prepared to do it.  I didn't get all those injuries in the past by doing wrist locks and arm bars.  I got those injuries by showing complete disregard for my own body for the sake of the win.  I come into each match Ron as if it was a championship match.  I put it all on the line. That's why the fans love me.  I put on a hell of a show and tonight's going to be no different.  After I "Carry" Target Smiles through this match, I'll walk into the back and look at whoever is up after me and tell them flat out "Beat That!".  Expect the fans to be on their feet during my match and be exhausted and sitting on their hands for the match after because no one can compare to me in the quality of match I can put on.

Ron Matthews: Ice Rock, What do you say to the people watching right now that think you're coming across as cocky or arrogant?

Ice Rock: Well Ron, I may be cocky and I am Arrogant.  But it comes naturally when you're able to back up what you say with natural born talent.  You can put me up against the greats in the wrestling world and they still can't hold a candle stick to me.  Target's just lucky that I didn't take my lucky sledge hammer with me tonight.  I think i'll save that for a special occasion for a deserving opponent.  I will tell you though, if i get the chance to, that ring side announce table might be in for a rough night if you understand. 

~Ice Rock looks at the camera and gives a quick wink.  Suddenly, a local jobber is walking by and accidently bumps into Ice Rock.  Without hesitation, Ice Rock spins the jobber around and before the Jobber can react, connects with an Ice Breaker onto the floor knocking him out. Referees and agents quickly run to his aid blocking Ice Rock from doing anything further.~

Ref: What the hell!??!  He's supposed to be in the first dark match before we go live!!!
Ice Rock: Well, looks like you're going to have to find someone else to warm up the crowd.  Shouldn't bump into me like that.  Stupid rookie jobber.

~Ice Rock smirks looking down as you can see Ron Matthews against the wall holding his stomach laughing so hard his face has gone red.  Ice Rock walks away as Ron Matthews follow him patting him on the back~

Ron Matthews: Man I've missed you!!!  Welcome back Ice!

Eleven months. Eleven long months since I’ve been in an EAW ring. I’ve come home to Showdown, the brand I began my career on two years ago. I was never destined for anything, and that was abundantly clear from those who first spoke to me when I arrived in the EAW. I came in, in an era where forgettable midcard acts constituted the division that I came in and conquered in nearly record time. In 2015, I was a New Breed talent - no, I was THE New Breed talent. I don’t want to repeat this for the hundredth time, but it’s not like it’s a small feat. I beat a now former world champion, ending his iconic 200 day plus New Breed Championship reign. Within six months of being on the roster, I was defending my championship at Pain for Pride in an X-Division Match. It was clear that I turned around any prior prejudice about me as a performer and made my mark not only on the fans, but on the roster and the upper management. 

And then life happened. Hit me like a fucking truck. Without getting into specifics, let’s just say I was in no state of mind to continue wrestling at the caliber that I previously was. The Stark that came in like a shooting star in 2015, rolling through everyone in my sight, ready to elevate to brand new heights after the loss of my New Breed Championship… Well that Stark disappeared. I came back a year later, and while I was again on the hot seat to great things, defeating an EAW veteran in my return FPV match before facing Pizza Boy… Life struck again. That fire, that passion, the energy that moved me to what I was in 2015 was gone last year. Depressed and hopeless after losing the biggest match of my career, I’m sad to say that I ran away again. 

But here I am. And I say with authority, with confidence, with new perspective, that the fire that drove me two years ago is BACK. When I left last year, I knew that I had lost my spot in the wrestling world. Twice now, I had cracked under pressure, left when I was at my peak, and disappointed everyone in the process. But without mistakes, there is no improvement. That’s the fundamental principle of human improvement in philosophy, after all - The only path to objective truth is to analyze the mistakes we make as humans, find the errors, and fix them for our next endeavors. Well, my next endeavor begins tomorrow night on Showdown. I spent the last year training in various dojos across the Eastern world, and not only for improvement on my wrestling ability, but for a refresh of my mental and emotional well-being. So after countless nights of training, meditation, and a few acid trips… The turmoil that drove me away from the EAW is gone, and all that remains now is a man with a clear head. I’m ready to take my career to new heights, and if there’s one thing that I can guarantee in a world of unpredictability… It’s that the man I am today is stronger than I’ve ever been in my entire life. 

Tomorrow I make my return in Atlanta, Georgia, and to me it seems that history is about to repeat itself for the third time. Another cocky no-name who has just no idea who I am. But I’ll humor you and go along with this. ‘Arrogance Personified’ is an interesting nickname to say the least. I’m just curious to see the exact source of your arrogance. You don’t have a single accolade to your name. No one in the world knows who the hell you are. Your wealth you display at your young age of 19 doesn’t give the impression of success, it belies everything you stand for. When I look at you, I see a prideful little shithead who needs a good beating to learn just what it takes to succeed here - humility. Despite everyone I beat - yeah, Jamie O’Hara included - at the end of the day I sat down and realized that ultimately, in the world of wrestling, we were all equals. Literally on any given day, any man can topple another. Sure we have advantages that come from experience, size, power, and so on, but at the essence of our humanity and the essence of what makes wrestling what it is… We’re all on a level playing field. But despite that, you have a chip on your shoulder that I think I can explain. Why, when you’ve had everything so clearly handed to you on a silver platter the way you have - your mansion, your butlers, your champagne - I can see why you have no sense of self-worth. Working hard is something that you wouldn’t know, and I know, I know, you’re going to give me a huge speech about how you worked so hard to get to the EAW in the first place. But do you really think you deserve praise for doing the bare minimum of what is required to become a professional wrestler? That’s not something worth credit, that’s what’s expected. You talk down to people without having any reason to do so, which truly only reveals your own insecurities as a person, which of course ties into your performance as a wrestler, so we’ll see how that helps you out tomorrow night…

Superkicking the camerman? That’s not arrogance, that’s just bullying, and again what is the cardinal rule about bullying? Those who bully, do so to compensate for their own failures and weaknesses. And as is apparent by your actions and words. A man - no - a KID, who talks big but behind that farce of bravado is, quite frankly, a little bitch. You claim your actions are good deeds, but who are you kidding. I’m going to pop your inflated ego like the 99 cent store balloon that it is. I don’t need to see you prior to our match, because you’re not worth it. Your mind, your energy… It’s corrupt. Fueled by greed and ego. But ultimately, you will fail when that all goes away - And I’m going to kick that shit out of you. You aren’t anything, let’s be honest. You’re not as funny as you think you are, you’re not as good as you think you are, nor are you the level of performer you think you are. But despite everything, you have potential, yet you choose to ignore that and glamourize your deficiencies. You know nothing about me yet you make blanket statements about my ability and charisma, why? To try to play “mind games”? The only thing you’ve revealed about your mind and the games you play is that your mind and soul are dense with confidence you don’t deserve to have. But I’ll make sure you learn what humility is when you’re down at my feet for the three count.

You don’t take me seriously. You should. You don’t know who I am. You’re going to learn. You spent the entirety of your interview trying to sell yourself as this huge better-than-you asshole, but to who? Congratulations, you can beat up a cameraman. Congratulations, you talk down to those who serve you. That makes me mad. And while I’m no longer a hero… Guys like you need justice. And I will deliver it.

Man oh man. Can you believe that? I mean how much nerve could one guy have? Or I guess...how large could a single guy’s ego beo exactly? I mean who sits there and proceeds to grab a microphone, wake another guy up after superkicking him, cut this promo, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MATCH mind you, and act like you’re pepping them up for the Grand Rampage, when all you’re actually doing is talking down to them like you’re their superior? Nathan Fiora, that’s who. Yup...I guess it’s absolutely true what they say about old habits dying hard. Nate just can’t seem to put his ego in check for longer than one week can he? Well it’s all good, because he got exactly what he had comin to him from me for a long LONG time now. And that’s me sockin him in the jaw and then hitting him up with the Ether for the one, two, three! And then the guy has the nerve to get on social media and make empty ass threats saying how “Don’t let this go to your head kiddo”. Now there are SO MANY things wrong with this statement “pal”. First of all...I’ve been in this business since 2010, I don’t know who the hell you are or where you get off calling ME kiddo when you’ve only been doing this for about a year now compared to my SEVEN! Put some respect on my tenure you hasbeen. And there’s the fact that you’re still talking shit after YOU choked away a victory that was well within your grasp and call ME out as the bad guy of the situation. Not a single person in that arena told your dumbass to get out grab a mic and act like a big shot talkin while in the middle of a match with one of the best there is. You need to hold the L that you created all for yourself, KIDDO! But in the end I guess I shouldn’t be so hot and bothered, because at the end of the day I gave that loser exactly what he deserved, and that was my boot right down his throat. But in his long winded speech, he did make ONE very key and valuable point. “Everybody knows how much YOU deserve to be the number one contender for the EAW Championship. Even I know it. But time after time you get thrown into bullshit matches and segments when you should be main eventing Voltage EVERY damn week!” You know what Nate. I can give you this. At least not everything that you spout from your mouth is utter bullshit, because EVERYONE KNOWS THIS IS FACT! THIS IS DAMN TRUE! The fact is...ever since Road to Redemption, which I proclaimed proudly would be my Redemption since Territorial Invasion...which I claimed would be my Redemption since Pain For Pride 9...Look you get the point! For over half a year now, I’ve been trying so damn hard for that one breakthrough victory. And every time there’s a huge FPV I come up JUST SHORT! Whether it be Pain For Pride 9 in the Cash In The Vault Ladder Match that Lioncross just BARELY edged me out in. Or it be the Elite Answers Wrestling Championship match at Territorial Invasion, Brother versus Brother. Aren versus Nasir. And Aren just BARELY beat me, even with cheating and delivering a low blow. And then there’s the Extreme Elimination Chamber at Road To Redemption, where I just BARELY lost to Y2Impact. I beat out four other competitors on that night, Matt Miles, Nathan Fiora, Zack Crash, and our current EAW Champ Eclipse Diemos. I made it to the final two with Imp. He could not pin me down for three seconds, not even an Evisceration could seal that deal! He locked me in the Walls of Impact...and even then I REFUSED TO TAP! I passed out from blood loss. I was never pinned, and I never officially tapped out! The match was stopped via referee stoppage! And even then I walked out of the chamber on MY OWN TWO FEET DESPITE DOCTOR’S URGING ME NOT TO AND TOLD THE CROWD THAT THIS WAS ONLY THE BEGINNING! But...I have not been able to cash in on the check that my mouth wrote to you all on that particular night. Because ever since RTR, I have not been a part of the mix with the top tier talent. I’ve been shuffling through the midcard with the likes of Carson Ramsay, Mike Showman, Jon McAdams, Victor Maero, and Nathan Fiora. Now I’ve got nothing wrong with any of those guys...with the exception of my past gripes with several of them, but that’s more of a personal problem and less of a professional one. But the facts remain, I was the top man on Voltage ending off 2016 Besides Y2Impact, the champion at the time. And for seemingly no reason whatsoever, I have fallen off. And it’s not my fault either, I continue to better myself, I continue to duke it out with anyone and everyone thrown in front of me. It’s just that I’m not being thrown in the mix of the main event crop anymore.

As a matter a fact, the last time I was...it was AGAINST ECLIPSE DIEMOS! In the VERY first Voltage Main Event of 2017. Which is what led to Eclipse’s multi month rivalry with Impact. Meanwhile it also had an effect on me. It lowered me down and forced me to toil along with all the little kiddies of the undercard. As much as I love fresh faces and new opponents, this is not where I belong and as Nate suggested last week, EVERYONE knows I should be doing bigger and better things than this! I mean, just look at who I’m paired up with this week, Terry Chambers. Terry Chambers is a man that I eclipsed in terms of talent and ability a long LONG time ago in my career. He started off his EAW tenure before me, but very quickly I caught up to him and went passed him in terms of progression in this business is concerned. I’ve got no beef with Terry whatsoever, but the fact is he’s yesterday’s news as far as I’m concerned. Only one time did Terry have the advantage over me, and that was Two years ago. Back in 2014. When I was freshly signed to a developmental contract with NEO Wrestling, yeah for those of you Elite babies that don’t know, we actually had a developmental program back then and it was known as NEO. Terry beat me one time in one triple threat matchup two years ago when I had first joined this company before I came anywhere close to reaching the level of talent I have obtained today, let alone will be at next year, or the year after that, or the year after THAT, so on and so forth. I’m done rambling about Terry Chambers, he was once the ALL POWERFUL DESTROYER of Showdown, and now he can’t even beat two kids who just signed with the company two weeks ago. Oh how the mighty have fallen. But I guess I should give you the grand welcome to Voltage no one else bothered to give you Terry. My Name is Nasir Moore. I am not only the Heart and Soul of Sunday Night Voltage as I told Nate last week, but I’m also the backbone that’s been carrying this show for over half a year now. I have been the common fixture amongst this brand that has kept it afloat ever since the last draft took place! Aren, Imp, Drastik, Eclipse, Crash, Nate, Keelan. You name all those guys. And what do they have in common? Every single one of them has at one point or another not been a part of Sunday Night Voltage for some set amount of time at some point in Season 10’s lifespan. Meanwhile I have been here from day one carrying the weight of the Sunday Night Show, I have yet to crack under the pressure and guess what big guy, I won’t either! I’ve only got one thing on my mind, and that’s Winning the Grand Rampage! And then going onto main event the tenth anniversary of Pain For Pride the biggest event in our profession in my home state of New Jersey and winning my not only my first World championship, but my very first Singles championship in Elite Answers Wrestling, the EAW Title! 29 Guys just won’t be enough to hold me back from my destiny ladies and gentlemen. And I don’t care one tiny little bit if it’s going to be Eclipse Diemos who I owe an ass kicking or if it’s Drastik who would be quite the test for me and a true benchmark victory if I were to obtain it. All this is going to be is just another week of building momentum towards the event that is going to turn all of my luck around and guarantee my future of being able to do everything I set out to and keep all the promises I made to the good people of the EAW Universe. Oh and trust that I have noticed that we haven’t even gotten to GR yet, but ALREADY peeps can’t seem to keep my name out of their mouths. EVERYBODY knows Imma top threat and a clear favorite to take home that W and for good reason. Well just go ahead and keep talkin Bois, it won’t make a difference when that bell rings and my hand is raised in victory. Camera guy just make sure to get my good side when I point up at the PFP Logo will ya?

Truly, truly, I tell you, I know who Mr. Moongoose is and what applies to his entire career. Before there was a McQueen inside the lane of the Elite, there was a McQueen outside of these walls concentrated on swimming with fishes rather than whales. The Heart Break Boy stands here today to say how proud of a father he is to see McQueen come from out of those diapers to finally fit into his big boy boxers. I’m just afraid that all that wasted time may have come back to haunt him. Only time will tell, however, that time won’t be revealed during a fiesta with the Golden Boy of EAW. The only way to survive in this world, whether it be marriage, friendship or an ultimate blow inside your career comes by forgiveness. I didn’t need God’s permission to ask for forgiveness. He simply had it already stored for me once I finally hit rock-bottom. For some reason, throughout my entire life, I was built on chances and struggle. Perhaps it was to make me realize that I’m not more than the man that led a group called Project E.G.O. Perhaps it happened to make me stronger. And there are certain building-blocks that I had to demolish so I could reconcile my destiny as the Golden Boy once again! If anyone closely followed my career, they would understand that forgiveness, reconciliation, becoming stronger off failure is indeed a single vow off living. My life, my entire career is like a movie or story itself and I’m happy that I have went through all the celebrations and rough patches to understand the one true value of living and that’s “WINNING.”

People may say that living life doesn’t come from fear of God. I must disagree because as much life you live from getting drunk on boats, fornicating until your penis falls off or just simply doing what you want – that’s not living life to its fullest. To me, it’s called being unsatisfied if you’re capable and content on doing these things for the rest of your life. There will come a time where big moves need to be made and one of those moves deals with throwing all your trash away and thinking BIG for once in your life. I didn’t follow God because I felt like I wasn’t living. I followed God because I needed something BIG for once in my life. And that grandiose thing came with WINNING. You see, even without this EAW Hall of Fame Championship, I’m still winning and even after I have FINALLY placed my career in a coffin, I will still become a winner. Once I’m dead and gone, I will remain undefeated. People take the fear of God in the wrong way. “Fear” means respect. I’m not shaking in my boots and hitting the high horse whenever I have done something wrong because God watches over me. Not. We’re not perfect and God never intended for us to be perfect because there is only one that can simply be that way. A lot of folks fail to comprehend why God sent his Son for our sins. And, Moongoose, you’re no different from those that are lost and fail to rightfully acknowledge what this world is all about. If you choose to follow the devil, that’s your choice and doesn’t make any difference for what I’m going to do to you on Dynasty.

Words from the wise, people also fail to acknowledge that the devil is the one that must live by the rules of God. Why do you think the devil was created? The serpent doesn’t do anything without permission from God and if he has the permission to egg on a guy like Moongoose McQueen, then the word “fear” should arise for your difficulties heading into this match instead of mine. With that word “fear,” on your behalf, I don’t mention by respect but being devastated when that moment reaches you and you’re staring at a steel boot right to your chin that would make you wish that Jesus was your Lord and Savior. You may intrigue us by degrading the value of the EAW Hall of Fame Championship but I should also have to differ in this equation. The EAW Hall of Fame Championship would not want to waste it’s time with someone like you. You have no authority, not one single baseline moment of your career to even think about this title. And that’s one of the reasons for a guy like myself should hold onto such a prestigious trophy. No one understands it’s honorable legacies, not even the very few other Hall of Famers that held this title. Look at Devan Dubian, it’s a dark cloud that rendered him at this stage of his career and that’s one of the reasons why he will never be able to call himself the two-time Hall of Fame Champion. Now look at you, Mr. McQueen, you’re crawling, breathing for more air after spending wasteful years and holding the true potential that you have back for those that didn’t deserve it. And you call that living? I can call it how you like it. I call it ignorance and that goes for the rest of those that have rejected themselves from a company like EAW. You know where REAL living resides and you finally give yourself the time to move in when you realize that living only exists in the world of true leaders such as myself.

OR… OR… OR…

How about the ignorant fact that guys like you call the Golden Boy greedy because he wants to win championships like any other active wrestler in this industry. I mean, what else do we fight for if it isn’t to WIN? Why are you stepping in the ring with me? Why do you even live? It seems to me that you don’t truly believe in what you say. You’re just like anyone else, throwing in your mixed opinions so I can feel bad after seven years of not winning a single thing. I call that ignorance. But you know, I was sure that these kinds of baffled words thrown my way would happen. So that’s why I had no other choice but to stand here and make you call me your EAW Hall of Fame Champion and your “Golden Boy.” The Golden Boy doesn’t run off values of just being a winner. It runs off representation of fathering your most prestigious jewelry, which is what I’m about to do. You can call yourself better than me all you want. You can post it on social media, shout it out on top of a billboard or hell, you can come to my grandmothers grave and say it to her. Words do bring life, matter of fact but some words also mean death. If you can’t prove it inside that ring then what kind of man would people perceive you as? A man that can’t live up to his own slang, instead living in his own graveyard of deceit. We will see the REAL and officially truth come forward and whatever Japanese character name that you have under your realm will furthermore become irrelevant to the Golden Boy’s excellence. Because quite frankly, I believe the strive and determination on “humbling” me will backfire. You will face your very first regret that you never intended on experiencing by daring to ever step inside the ring with your Golden Boy.

(The camera fades to a packed conference room at a Four Seasons hotel, with Cody Marshall at the podium. He wears a suit with a “Vote 4 Cody” button pinned to his jacket.)

Cody Marshall: September 17th, 1787. On that day was the signing of the United States Constitution. The First Amendment to our founding document promises all Americans the right to free speech. It guarantees us, and I quote, “the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances”. I have campaigned for the role of General Manager of Showdown. I have explained the problems the EAW roster, the fans, and myself have with Damien Murrow’s corrupt regime. Not once did I lay a hand on the man, and believe me, it’s been hard.

(Marshall seems agitated as he takes off his jacket and drapes it over the chair next to the podium.)

Cody Marshall: I mean, I could go into that fool’s office right now, and kick his ass so hard he spends the next year comatose in the hospital, breathing through a tube. But I ain’t gonna do it that way. I’d be no better than Murrow himself. The people want change, and The Cody Campaign is that agent of change in EAW, God Bless Showdown. So Murrow sees this uprising, he sees The Cody Campaign gaining steam. He sees the polls, he sees arenas full of fans chanting “USA!”, he’s got RoViper pissed the fuck off, and he knows his time as General Manager is coming to a close! And it scares the shit out of him. But rather than handle the situation like a man, he puts me in a handicap match against The High Rollerz.

(Marshall throws up his hands in mock surrender and laughs as if to say “this is the best you got?”, before regaining his composure and continuing.)

Cody Marshall: Murrow, when the people accuse you of being corrupt, the way to get public opinion back in your favor is not to be even more openly corrupt! And if you’re gonna try to take me down, you better come up with some better competition than The High Rollerz. Y’know, we were really hoping you would change your ways, but it’s obvious that ain’t happening. So I’m coming for your job, Murrow! Yeah, that’s right, Mr. Murrow. Hold up. Mr. Murrow? I’m sorry, did I just say Mr. Murrow? You don’t deserve to be addressed that way, Damien! So hear me clearly, Damien, and hear me good. Your time here is up. My time is now. Soon enough, the EAW Universe will see you no more, and all will be right on this beautiful blue brand. But until then, I’ll just keep kicking ass and taking names.

(Marshall grabs the microphone off of the stand and moves away from the podium, now walking across the stage.)

Cody Marshall: Yeah, I got screwed out of my American Breed Championship. I entered that match first, no doubt due to some sleight of hand by Sebastian and Damien. Probably rigged the draw, just like they’re bound to do at Grand Rampage. Johnson had to use brass knuckles and a fucking ladder to keep me down! And now, I don’t even get the rematch I deserve! Johnson never beat me one-on-one, and he never will! But honestly, and let me be real honest with ya here, I’m above competing in this New Breed division. I’ve proven I can hang with the best in the business. I beat Ryan Marx for that title, and he just main-evented Gold Mine against Lannister for the Answers World Championship. That’s gonna be me soon enough! That should be me! Marx loses his title to me and he gets a fucking World Championship shot. That’s his reward for being a loser? While I just barely lose in a six-man match after getting hit with weapons for a half hour and I get this!? You’re gonna tell me this is fair? You’re gonna tell me it’s fair how Daniels and Robbie V are being targeted by Damien and his fascist cronies? You’re gonna tell me it’s fair that Damien will stop at nothing to protect his precious golden boy Lannister, how he nudges him in the direction of softball challengers like that know-it-all punk Ryan Marx, who never beat anyone worth a shit? Is Damien Murrow the GM you want?

(Marshall points the microphone at the capacity crowd.)

Crowd: NO! NO! NO!

Cody Marshall: You want change? You want The Cody Campaign? You want Cody Marshall for General Manager? You wanna Make Showdown Great Again?

Crowd: YES! YES! YES!

Cody Marshall: USA! USA! USA!

Crowd: USA! USA! USA!

(Cody walks back to the stage.)

Cody Marshall: I’d like to introduce you to a hardworking member of the EAW Staff. Ladies and gentlemen, our favorite backstage interviewer, Max A. Million!

(Max A. Million steps onto the stage as the crowd applauds.)

Cody Marshall: Good to have you here, Max.

Max A. Million: It’s good to be here!

Cody Marshall: So tell me something Max A. Million. How much money do you make?

Max A. Million: … Minimum wage.

(Shocked gasps from the crowd.)

Cody Marshall: Where’s the logic in that? This show could not run without people like Max doing the underappreciated work behind the scenes. Yet they get paid peanuts? They have to work second jobs to support their families, go deep into debt to put food on the table! And Damien Murrow doesn’t give two shits, because he’s just another silver spoon shithead who got his job handed to him and never had to work hard in his life! Tell me when he came up in the business! Huh? Has the man wrestled a match in his life? No? Was he a hire from another industry, maybe a Sales Manager, Tax Manager... something? No? So pray tell, what makes him qualified to run Showdown? It certainly ain’t his charm and looks, that’s for sure. His girl must dread seeing his face at the end of every day… now I ain’t sayin’ she a gold digger…

Max A. Million (very poorly attempting to rap): BUT SHE AIN’T MESSIN WIT NO BROKE NIG--

(Max stops as he realizes his mistake. There is dead silence in the room.)

Cody Marshall: You’re not helping your case, buddy. Speaking of case, look under your chairs everybody!

(The audience looks under their chairs to find a case of Budweiser under each. They explode in cheers.)

Max A. Million: That was some clever maneuvering, Cody. It’s almost like we pre-planned this.

(Marshall winks at the camera for a split second as if to say, “we did”.)

Cody Marshall: What’s your favorite kind of beer?

Max A. Million: Free beer!

(Cody Marshall points the microphone to the crowd once more.)

Cody Marshall: What’s your favorite kind of beer?

Crowd: FREE BEER!

(Marshall laughs as he brings the microphone back to himself.)

Cody Marshall: That’s what I’m talking about! I’ve been known to crush beer cans on my head; look it up on YouTube! I must warn you though, drink responsibly, or else you’ll end up like The High Rollerz. Of course, that ain’t all those guys are doing. They’re called The High Rollerz, for Christ’s sake! I would guarantee those guys are puffin’ on that reefer every day, as much as they deny it.

(A fan attempts to crush a beer can on his head and fails miserably, as he lacks the power of baldness.)

Cody Marshall: It comes with time and male pattern baldness, kid. But back to what really matters, The High Rollerz. Of all their transgressions a little bud is the most minor. I mean, these guys are pure scum. First of all, they employ their own interviewer, an independent contractor who is taking away income from hardworking EAW employees like Max A. Million! Who are we when we let some basement dude hired off the internet come into our great company and steal our wonderful employees’ hard-earned money!? Why do we allow this job-stealer on Showdown? Why do we allow The High Rollerz to get away with this? Our fans’ hard-earned paychecks are being used to pay some “freelancer” who doesn’t work for EAW and probably still lives in his parents’ basement! Did The High Rollerz get this dude from upwork.com? Did they outsource him from some foreign country and bring him over here illegally? We don’t know! And God dammit, we have a right to! The High Rollerz are stealing YOUR money. This is ludicrous!

Max A. Million (again rapping poorly): LUDACRIS GOIN’ IN ON THE VERSE--

Cody Marshall: Not what I meant, Max. At least you didn’t pick that Justin Bieber song.

(Max A. Million attempts to flip his hair and fails miserably as Marshall shakes his head and laughs.)

Cody Marshall: I’ve seen some scary things in my life. I’ve stared down the horrors of war in Iraq, I’ve defeated EAW Hall of Famers, I’ve seen my father die in my arms and my son receive his report card... ha, but I think this one trumps all of them. No pun intended. It’s almost as scary as stepping into the ring against me. The High Rollerz must be quaking in their boots right now and if they ain’t, they should be. I do recall facing them once before, and I must say their maturity is about on the level of their in-ring skills. That is to say, a big fat zero. Or in their case, a small emaciated zero. Sure, sure, they’re gonna bring up how they technically “beat me” that one time, leaving out the details of how it really went down. Tensions were running high between Nobi and I -- hey, that rhymed. Maybe I can spit some fire! -- tensions were running high and I walked out of the match, then you pinned him. I’m not proud of what I did, but the fact of the matter is you didn’t beat ME and you NEVER will. But you know what? The past is the past. What matters is right now, and right now I am a man possessed. You thought I was tough back then? I’m a whole different beast now!

(Marshall takes off his tie and unbuttons his top two shirt buttons, throwing his tie to the ground and pounding the podium.)

Cody Marshall: Ripley, Davidson, y’all are gonna need your medical marijuana after I’m done squashing you little shitheads like the waste-of-space losers you are! You want to play Damien’s game, it doesn’t surprise me! Wouldn’t expect anything less from you guys. You think you’re hot shit ‘cause you beat some wannabe royalty from Dynasty? Because you got lucky against Stuffed Crust? If Lyuncrust hadn’t been so… Lyuncrusty, we may be looking at new Tag Team Champions right now. You may be high rollers right now, but pretty soon your luck’s gonna run dry! You wanna throw your weight around? That's ok, I wanna throw your weight around too. You’re gonna go flying all over that ring, and not in the way you like to, you fucking flippy shit pampered cruiserweights! I am the American Bald Eagle and you guys are just rabbits. Food for the eagle! Hey Max, do you think you should be interviewing The High Rollerz?

Max A. Million: Of course! I’m EAW’s head interviewer!

Cody Marshall: And you in the audience! Do you guys appreciate The High Rollerz stealing your hard-earned money when you buy a ticket to our show, to fund some independent contracting, freelancing, under-the-table non-taxpaying schmuck who can’t move out of his mom’s basement and get a real job? Do you think it’s right to steal money from hard working men like Max over here?

(Marshall holds the microphone up to the crowd.)

Crowd: NO! NO! NO!

Cody Marshall: Exactly!

(Marshall steps off the stage and into the aisle between rows of the crowd.)

Cody Marshall: Now I don’t come from a highly educated university, but I can do some simple math. I’m 6 foot 8, and I weigh 305 pounds of All-American southern farmer strength. The High Rollerz weigh in at a combined weight of 412 pounds. So I weigh about three-quarters of what they do, combined. Which means it’ll probably take the two of them to even make an attempt at lifting me. So what are they gonna do? I played football for many years, and when you’re faced with a guy bigger than you, what do you do? You go for their legs. So I know exactly the type of game plan they’re gonna go with, and I’ve seen it my whole life. It ain’t gonna work.

(Cody Marshall scratches his head and strikes a very exaggerated Ryan Marx-esque “philosopher” pose as he tries to contain himself but ends up breaking out in laughter. The crowd follows along.)

Cody Marshall: I’m just trying to think, hypothetically, of any way these losers can possibly take me down but I ain’t coming up with anything! If this is Damien Murrow sending his best at me, then this brand is in more trouble than I thought. Which is why we need The Cody Campaign! We’re being walked all over by the other brands. SHOWDOWN DOESN’T WIN ANYMORE. OUR LEADERS ARE STUPID! DYNASTY’S WALKING ALL OVER US. We basically handed Heart Break Boy the Hall of Fame Championship by caving into his demands and giving him a best of three series. Under the Doctrine of Dominance, that submissive pansy behavior is no more on this brand. We’re gonna Make Showdown Great Again, and we’re gonna keep Showdown full of real Showdown elitists, no more Dynasty dipshits and Voltage vagabonds getting all up in our business! Can I get an Amen?

(Marshall points the microphone to the left side of the crowd.)

Left: AMEN!

Cody Marshall: Hallelujah!

(And then the right side.)

Right: HALLELUJAH!

Cody Marshall: Damien Murrow just loves making our lives, and yours, a living hell! I love my family, I love the Lord, I love wrestling, and I love America! Damien Murrow just loves money, but ironically, he sucks at making money too! The man has raised ticket prices so high that attendance is in the shitter! You’d think with his fancy degree he’d have taken introductory economics and learned about supply and demand, but obviously not. The whole HBB fiasco too. Murrow tried to maximize short term earnings by bringing in a so-called “legend”, but by doing so he’s actually hurting our long-term profitability by neglecting to put some focus on our New Breed of stars! Because one day when all these old-timers and part-timers are gone, we’re gonna need some fresh faces in the main event scene, and if no real Showdown-loyal young guns get a chance to shine under this corrupt regime, ain’t nobody gonna buy tickets to see ‘em when they’re the only ones left! That’s the future under Damien Murrow. An EAW in financial ruins.

(Gasps from the crowd, and Max A. Million with a worried look.)

Cody Marshall: They’re gonna have to close the company down if we keep putting up with this mismanagement! We’ve been running things this way for far too long, and if we continue down this path EAW will be in deep, deep trouble. Fortunately, there is a way out, and it’s The Cody Campaign! There may be some speed bumps along the way, but in the end we will prevail. Every time I have set out to achieve something, there have been doubters and losers and haters, but in the end, I come out on top.  Nobody thought that this small-town country boy would make it so big, but look at me now! Nobody thought I would beat Damien Murrow’s golden child Ryan Marx and win the New Breed Championship, but I fucking did! Nobody thought my campaign would get this far, but you can look around and soak it in right at this very moment. Look and listen! This is something great we have going here, and I have never felt better and more excited in my life. The High Rollerz wanna be relevant, but they’re just a speed bump on the Cody Campaign Train! So I need y’all to get out there, show your support, and best of all, watch me send The High Rollerz back to whatever dispensary they came from this Saturday night on the A-Show, Showdown! Thank you, God bless Showdown and God bless America! USA! USA! USA!

(Cody breaks into a “USA!” chant as the crowd follows along and the camera fades to black.)

Why is it always me? Why does shit always happen when I am involved? Alright, I believe I am getting way ahead of myself so let me slow down a bit and explain to you all exactly what I am referring to here. You see, last week, I was all pumped up for a ‘battle of the sentences’ with the new guy Chef but I was utterly disappointed as he failed to show up at the right moment and as a result, I was left alone and had to watch other men getting the thrills and the chills. So this week when I saw that I was going up against a ‘top dog’ of this company, I was all pumped up once again because in my mind I was thinking, surely this man won’t let go of such an opportunity? Surely he would like to teach this ‘rookie’ some lessons especially because I had some ‘not so nice’ things to say about him the last time I opened my mouth and so before the fight begins, he would let his words carry out his actions. But here again, disappointment, nothing but utter disappointment. Once again I am playing the role of a viewer as I see the other guys throwing insults at each other, making promises and delivering threats. Hell, even my best friend Jon McAdams is having one hell of a time with Jakob DeLion and at times I am almost tempted to join in and get a share of the action that is going on between them. But then again, it would be awfully rude of me to interfere in my best friends business and so, I will let that pass. Also, Jon is perfectly capable of beating that wannabe Wolvesden thug without my help just as I am capable of beating Aren Mstislav on my own. 

You might be thinking that I am some sort of a psycho based on the words that I just said but here is the thing, I am not psycho, I just love to talk. Wait, not just talking, I love to humiliate people and show them just how pathetic they are when they compare themselves with the Prince of Trash Talk, the Person with Class, the man who gives no shits and most importantly the leader of the new generation, Mike Showman. I enjoy the fact that after humiliating them, the guy or girl to whom those words were directed at become kind of paranoid and start throwing in random words glued by their anger just to prove that I am wrong. Trust me, nothing is more amusing than that and so Aren, fuck you for stealing that from me and also, fuck you for making me feel bored.
 
But you know, now that I have removed my frustration, I kind of wonder where Aren Mstislav…or Voin…or whatever could be. The last time I saw him, he was on the official EAW feed where he was talking absolute crap with the other guys but yeah, after that, nothing. Considering that we are in the pathetic town of Austin in Texas, there could be some assumptions that could be made as to where he could be. You know what, now that I have some time to spare on bullshit, let’s discuss some of those. Firstly, Austin always has the sweet problem of overpopulation. Men here know only one thing and that is to insert a dick inside an asshole and in recent days that shit has increased massively. Too add to that, we got people from around the world coming here and settling down and because of this, traffic problem is absolutely horrible here. So, maybe, just maybe he is on the road somewhere where his vehicle is stuck between two cars and he is yelling obscenities at the driver behind him. If that is indeed the case the EAW officials, please make sure the scope of a walkover is open because with the kind of traffic Austin has, it doesn’t look like he would he reaching the arena before the match begins. Secondly, it’s bloody hot in here. Thank god for my Express and the cooling systems present there because if not for them, I would have fucking melted in the heat. Now for those of you who don’t know, Aren comes from the wonderful land of Russia, the land which is cold as fuck in more than one aspects. Now, it’s again a possibility that because of the heat here, he melted. Just like a snow melts, he too has melted and has drifted away someplace unknown. Again. if that is indeed the case then I would request every one of you guys living here to pay close attention to every source of water in your house and also the city authorities should look closely especially in the drainage system because who knows, there just might be a ‘King’ floating inside along with all the other crap that flows regularly. So yeah, as you can see, shit like these could have happened to him and as I just said before, I want that walkover option to be open.

But then again, it is totally possible that none of the above happened to him. He is perfectly fine, enjoying the ambiance of his hotel room while looking down at this pathetic, over populated and dirty city from his window. So, now the question once more arises, why keep silent when everything is so comfortable? Maybe, just maybe he is doubting himself. When he saw that he had a match against me, he was all up and ready to beat a ‘rookie’ but as time went by, he realized that the challenge he faces is way ‘above’ anything ‘rookie’. He realized that Mike Showman is not easy challenge he thought him to be and that is the reason why he is not responding to my words but just silently waiting and watching me, trying to learn my strengths and weaknesses so that he can apply those against me and pick up the victory. You know what, that is fully acceptable. Let him study me and learn my strengths and weaknesses, let him form a strategy which he thinks will lead him to a victory because nothing is more satisfying than beating a man who thinks he has got me all ‘figured out’. I remember that the last time I addressed you all, I said that that I won’t predict the result of such a match because it would be an unwise thing to do but right now I can clearly see that I have found a way inside my opponent’s head and so, that tips the scale in my favor. But yeah, it can happen that my speculations and calculations will be proved wrong and Aren will be the victor but as of now, I am winning and Aren is losing.


Have a nice day!  

~It's the middle of the evening in Detroit, Michigan and a once top tier wrestling promotion is having a reunion show with a jam packed crowd.  Many former stars are in attendance for one last show due to the demand of the fans.  The ring had just emptied and fans are expecting this to be the end of the event.  Just as they begin to walk away from their seats, "welcome to Detroit" blares from the PA system as the crowd goes wild. The lights go out and the only light left on is a spotlight towards the entrance where Ice Rock stands with his back to the ring with a hoodie over his head.  He spins around at the same time as he flips his hoodie off his head and the lights flash back on inside the arena.  The crowd erupts with this and with a smirk on his face, Ice Rock makes his way to the ring.  He slides inside the ring as the ring announcer throws his a mic as the music fades off.~

Ice Rock: Hellllloooooo Detroit!!!! 

~Crowd Roars~

Ice Rock: First I want to thank every one of you for being here tonight.  It feels great knowing that you remember us and still want to see us do what we do best.  Now I know this has nothing to do with tonight, but as you all know...I'm Back Jack!  I'm back as of this Friday for a promotion called EAW.  Some people think I come across as cocky, arrogant, or in some people's minds, I say things that's not so nice.  Like I hurt their feelings.  But, for the ones who know me, I might be arrogant and cocky, and some words might "Hurt" but I don't beat around the bush.  I say things as I see them and what I see right now for this coming Friday at Dynasty is one guy who seems like he's scared shitless to come and speak about our upcoming match and a young punk that got his feelings hurt from some of the things I've said.  Yes, I'm talking about you Target Sales....I mean, Target Smiles.  I'm sorry that I compared you to a Wal-Mart bouncy ball that keeps things cheap at Wal-Mart.  What it actually reminds me of, is a shooting range bull's-eye.  The problem for you is, I'm the sniper looking to pierce through the target.  Problem is buddy, I don't miss. 

~A loud thunderous Ice Rock chant erupts through the fans in attendance as he looks at the crowd smiling.~

Ice Rock:  now all joking aside, Target Smiles had a sit down interview this week.  I MAY have judged him too quickly.  I does seem to show respect for the past that came before him.  He does seem like a nice guy.  Watching that interview, you're kind of forced to like him.  Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not going soft on you guys.  I'm not handing out my respect.  Respect is earned, not given.  But I'll promise you one thing.  If Target Smiles can earn my respect after our match on Friday, win or lose I will stand in the middle of the ring in front of the entire crowd and shake his hand.  If he earns my respect he will know it right after our match before I walk out of the ring.  Eddie on the other hand, he hasn't shown me any indication that he even exists.  From what I can see he is the invisible, voiceless man.  By the time Friday comes, it's looking like it's going to be changed into a one on one contest between me and Target.  The boy simply doesn't exist.  Until he does decide to show up and speak his mind or even just to say hi to anyone in the world, I'm gonna go on as if he doesn't exist and it's just me against Target this Friday. 
 
~Ice Rock stops for a moment as the crowd starts changing "Welcome Back!".  He soaks in the emotion and energy from the crowd before he continues.~

Ice Rock: Now Target, I have no doubt that you've been through hell and back as I have to get where you are in your career.  I understand that you've spilt your blood and broken your bones in order to climb the ladder. But just understand that the ladder you've been climbing as brought you to me.  That means come Friday, you're just going to be knocked back down.  You mention that you've climbed actual mountains which I do applaud.  I really do. That's no small task for sure.  After I'm done with you, you're going to be wishing you would of taken Friday off and decided to climb Mount St. Helens instead.  You must understand Target, that any place I've been.  Any federation I've fought in, I've left a path of destruction along the way to greatness.  This is not going to be the exception of the rule Friday.  This is going to be the confirmation of the rule.  Ice Rock is back Jack and nothing is going to get in my way of climbing the ladder in the EAW.  You can take what I say and cash that check at the bank because my word isn't gold, it's platinum!  Now there's just one more thing I wanted to talk about before I drop the mic tonight.  It feels great that I'm back, but there's just one thing that doesn't feel right.  All through my career, I've traveled with packs. 

~Fans start changing Cry Wolf, Ice Rock's old stable~ 

Ice Rock: No no, the pack's not getting back together.

~Slight Boos~

Ice Rock: I've also travelled with my right hand man.  Everyone needs a partner in crime, and this man is the missing piece of the puzzle.  Everyone, welcome back this big son of a bitch!  RON MATTHEWS!!!!

~Fans are in shock as "THIS IS EXTREME" blares through the PA System as Ron Matthews walks through the curtain with his usual cocky look on his face that mans remember. As he walks down the entrance towards the ring, fans remember that when Ron Matthews was at Ice Rock's side, it was the most destructive time in Ice Rock's career.  houses were burnt down, carnage was left in the ring and they basically together ran the wrestling promotion.  Ice Rock and Ron Matthews fed off each other and when Ice Rock wasn't available to speak, or just flat out didn't want to, Ron Matthews became his mouth Piece. Ron Matthews walks up the steps and gets into the Ring as Ice Rock steps aside and leans against the turnbuckles allowing Ron to speak.~

Ron Matthews: Miss me you bunch of bastards?

~Fans erupt now knowing that they can expect the same attitude Ice Rock had during his last run in wrestling.~

Ron Matthews: That's right bitches!  You can expect more extreme action now that I'm back by this man's side.  I'm back to make a statement with Ice here!  Don't turn the other cheek, don't hold back, and lets turn this new federation upside down and on it's heels because with me and Ice back as a team, you don't know what's going to happen expect unleashing all hell on anyone that steps in the ring with Ice.  Now we've got shit to do and take care of before Friday.  So lets get the hell out of Detroit and get ready for Dynasty.  Oh, and Target, Get ready, because you're about to feel what Hell is like, and trust me.  It's not pretty....

~Welcome to Detroit plays as Ron Matthews drops the mic.  Ice and Ron both leave the ring and are clearly on the road to Dynasty.~

Voltage promo #2

Friday, 1:55 A.M., Austin, Texas


(The Scene opens alongside the Martin Luther King - HWY 183. It's here that we see a lone figure standing on the road. His figured illuminated only by the faint patches of the moon's light that just peak out past the heavy gathering of storm clouds. The camera closes in on the figure as he raises his head to reveal his sinister facial features and his piercing, bloodshot eyes that burn a hole thru the lens into the pit of the viewers stomach. It is the man known the world over as Solomon Caine.)


Caine: "The gathering of darkness, the storm that fills the air. All of it unperceivable to fools who have chosen to blind themselves by casting their eyes upon a great prize. How they cannot see even the slightest glimpse of the sword that shall fall upon their heads. How they cannot hear the sounds of the turmoil that shall overtake them. How they know not just how short their time is, how we stand on the cusp of the end of ages!

How you are counted amongst them Nathan Fiora. Your eyes set ever on a dangling carrot that you shall never claim. You speak of how you did not expect to finished off so quickly by Nasir Moore, much as you could not comprehend just how swiftly you shall be brought to ruin at the hands of the ones I serve. They strike quicker than serpent, their claws are sharper than lion. They shall take great pleasure in seeing you brought to ruin as you are sacrificed upon their altar. Do not think lightly of them Fiora, for in mere days you shall experience their might firsthand. And when you do, oh how you shall weep bitterly, for the destruction of body is only the beginning.

Do you doubt me Nathan? Do you think me to be like the others who speak of their chances in the grand rampage and boast about them as if their empty words could grant them the victory they so desperately seek? Why would you? Is it because of the events of the last week? When Maero stood to defend his gold after laying waste to all who stood before him at the home of Zack Crash just the night before? That he fought with all the strength his body could muster until he could not even stand? Hear me now that the day is coming when they shall unleash an endless wrath against Ahren Fournier for stealing the title he wears at this moment. His time of great suffering lies before him, just as yours lies ahead of you. Fore the ones who sent me, they can raise up a man to the highest mountain, or lay him down into the deepest grave. Do not forget that they have gave the head of the great beast known as Sanitorium, a greater prize and glory than a heathen such as you could ever hope to hold. My masters have brought together a monster that shall have its way with all who stand against it, against all who stand in the way of all that my masters have prepared for the Sanitorium.

Do not doubt me Nathan, do not turn a deft ear to the words I speak, for the warnings I give are with reason. I tell you of the fate you a chained to, the one which you cannot escape from. I tell you of it that you might prepare yourself. Nothing. Can stop it, none can alter it, you cannot resist it. I give you the warning that you might savor the last few moment of the existence you know. The things of this life that you Hold dear. I tell you of what Is to come, that you may seek out and find the last few moments of pleasure you can before you are wounded and struck down with tragediest even greater than the ones you have already known. A woe and pain greater than all that transpired in your youth, a misfortune so great you shall never recover from it. That is what they have in store for you Nathan. That is what your deeds of self pity and self indulgence have earned you. You cursed fate when one of your legs could not support you, how much more shall you when your body is so broken that you cannot even find enough strength to crawl along the street!? How much shall you weep when the masses no longer cheer you for you great feats, but spit upon you in disgust at the sight of you!?! How bitterly shall gnash your teeth as the pain that wraps your body, penetrates you to your very soul!?!

I say to you to go and find whatever pleasures you desire while you still may. Go and lay with the harlot Sawyer, go and give heed to the words of your false prophet, stand and bask in the adulation of the masses! For at the end of ages, all the cheering crowds, and words of praise, and pleasures of the flesh shall be wiped away from you! Do all that you wish, but do it quickly, fore at the appointed hour they shall pour out a great wrath upon you. A furious anger that the world shall witness, and when the eyes of the wretches witness all that is done to you Nathan, they shall shiver in fear for they know that what is done is the will of my masters. They shall tear away your flesh, and the world shall gasp in horror! The ones whom I serve shall pour out your blood till it flows like a river thru the streets, and the world will weep for they know that they shall share in this fate with you! The echo of your screams shall be heard thru out the world, and all who hear it shall now that the coming of the glorious reign is at hand!

How I look towards that great day with anticipation, as will you Nathan. For the misery you shall know will be like noose around your neck that slowly strangles you! Know that before the world is cleansed from the filth that infest it, you shall be begging for the their coming. You shall be crying out for an end to your suffering! You shall be wishing for nothing more than the flood of fire to race thru the streets and consume you!

And with your ultimate demise, with this earth being made leveled and pure, they shall establish their rule upon this planet forever. And you Nathan, you shall not rise up again, you shall only be scattered to the wind as dust and ash.

This is your fate.

And all that I have spoken is the will of my masters, it must be so."


(A large bolt of lightning flashes turning the sky a bright purple for but a moment. The roar of thunder follows close behind as the shot fades out.)


The end

Jackson Black.

He’s a new guy. He has done nothing but impressive things. He has proved that he can be the next big thing of this company. He lost in his last two matches but he’s still making some waves for this company. Now he has a chance to redeem himself because you know, he’s always looking for an opportunity. I understand his hunger, his passions, and his desires for this sport and I believe that’s what motivate him to be a successfull wrestler in this bussiness. I believe that’s what motivate him to beat me. I’m always looking for a challenge myself. I don’t even know what the match would be like. One thing I do know is, Jackson and I are capable to bring the house down and put a classic match together. I always want to bring a smile to every single fans in the arena because they are my motivation. I’ve always my up and down in this company. I know how much struggle I’m currently dealing in this company. But time after time, week after week, month after month, the fans keep supporting and chanting my names. They never lost faith in me. They don’t want to turn on me. They want to support me. Everywhere I go, I always get a warm welcome from everyone. Now it’s my time to redeem myself in order to return the favor.

Jackson, I don’t want to lose to you. I’m not going to back up and I’m not going to hold myself back. Especially to someone who has turned on his back from his fans. I remembered when you said you didn’t see any benefits from the fans and guess what? You’re wrong, Jack. Who’d witness our actions if not the fans? Who’d remember us in the future if not the fans? How does it feel when no one acknowledges your accolades? How does it feel to be forgetten after putting so much sacrifies? We even get our salary and income because of the fans’ money. Everything we do is for the fans, plain and simple. You might want to convience me you are doing this for yourself, but what’s the point of doing this if no one cares about us? That’s why we need the fans, Jackson. That’s why we need the fans to tell the world about how great we are. I might have failed countless times, but they never stop cheering me. Therefore, I really want to beat you so badly, Jackson. I really want to prove that I’m better than you are. You are a dummy for dumping your fans, Jackson, and now you’re going to pay for it.

What am I gonna do to beat you? I can make you tap. I can knock you out. I can make you crying and begging for a mercy. I have everything under my sleeves to beat you. If you think for a second that I’m easy to beat then you’ll be in a state of shock. I always push my opponents to their limits. Some of them have even need to step up to their A-Game just to beat me. You better bring your A-Game, Jackson, because you’re gonna need it. If you’re holding yourself back, then you’re going to learn what a dummy you are. To be honest, my A-Game is fine tune-in and ready to be unleashed. I’m ready to unleashed it to beat you right in the middle of the ring. We’re still two days away until Showdown, Jackson. You still have time to prepare yourself. Just use this opportunity to learn what I’m capable enough to beat you.

Ahren can be seen shirtless in the town that he lives in with a smile on his face wearing his newly acquired hardcore championship) 

You know ever since I won the Hardcore Championship not even a day ago, people have been asking, Ahren is the Hardcore Championship going to change you? Ha, guys here I am in the town I live, in front of the restaurant I'm a frequent customer at. Do you guys really think this title would change me? Haha... WELL YOURE DAMN RIGHT ITS GOING TO CHANGE ME?!! LIKE JACK BLACK SAID IN THE MOVIE SCHOOL OF ROCK, YOURE NOT HARDCORE UNLESS YOU LIVE HARDCORE!! SO IM LIVING MY LIFE THROUGH THAT CRITO!!! IVE GOT MY NEW BAND OF MISCREANTS AND WE'RE GONNA RAISE A LITTLE HELL TONIGHT!! IM WEARING THE SAME RING GEAR THAT I WORE LAST NIGHT NO SHIRT, NO PANTS JUST TITLE.. I EVEN TOOK OFF MY SHOES FOR NO OTHER REASON OTHER THAN TO BE HARDCORE... IM BASKING IN THE GLORY OF MY SWEAT LAST NIGHT!! It's dried now... some may think that, that's gross but I only sweat the finest of sweet nectar BUT THATS NOT THE POINT. IM EVEN YELLING FOR NO OTHER REASON THAN ITS MORE HARDCORE THAN TALKING NORMAL... BAND OF MISCREANTS! 

(6 tough looking dudes, and Jennipurr wearing am eye patch and leather jacket walk into frame)

Leggo 

(They walk up to the restaurant greeter, who knows Ahren well, and she's in disbelief) 

Greeter: Ahren what are you doing? Who are these men? Why does Jenniurr look so tough?

Ahren: ah yes table for... 7!!!!

Greeter: Ahren you know the maximum table is for 6 unless you call ahead, what are you doing? You're acting crazy... and where's your clothes we can't seat you 

Ahren: I AM THE CHAMPION, I come here  and every week and I shall be seated with my boys 

Greeter: oh my god I'm so frightened I'm getting my manager 

(Manager comes)

Manger: what seems to be the meaning of this Ahren?? 

Ahren: listen here the hardcore champion wants a table for the 7 of us and you'll do it!

(Manager looks around at everyone)

Manager: fine I don't care 

Ahren: that's what I thought, lets go boys 

(They all sit down... the waitress reluctantly puts a seventh chair for the party, they squeeze in. Jennipurr jumps on the table and starts staring down the fish tank, to show them that she's thinking about them... In a hardcore way. The waitress puts some bread on the table, but she's not so sure about this shady crowd Ahren has set himself with)

Waitress: ok I'll be back with your Menus 

Ahren: that's not necessary 

Waitress: oh yes silly me Ahren, I know what you want, the same as always! Steak and swordfish! 

Ahren: Hahahaha no... I want, the linguini WITH! Beef stew!!!

Waitess: WHAT!!! But that doesn't even go together!!! You're acting crazy

Ahren: not crazy... hardcore!! TRILL!! 

Waitress: ooohh my gaawwwd I can't even right nowwww... what about everyone else?

Ahren: You know what? Linguini and beef stew.. ISNT ENOUGH! It's a celebration.. We all want the entire menu!

Barry: actually I'll just have a salad 

Ahren: NO NO, don't write that down, he's not ordering that.. god damnit Barry you will have the entire menu just like everyone else, we're hardcore miscreants you got that? 

Waitress: oooahhhhhb myyyyy gooooddddd ahhhhrrrrreeeeennnnn

(She writes it down and scampers away)

Ahren: ha I'm so hardcore right now.. WAIT!! The scent of cream cheese has made its way into my snoot... I must follow it..

(He takes some bread from the table and goes to find the scent that has made its way into his snoot. He finds the woman with cream cheese on her bagel) 

Ahren: excuse me mam, but may I trouble you for some cream cheese please.. 

Mam: why yes, yes you can 

(Ahren takes the cream cheese, and spreads it on his bread)

Ahren: ha... hahahahaha!! IM SO HARDCORE!! 

Mam: excuse me?

Ahren: I took more than the necessary and appropriate amount of cream cheese when borrowing!! I'm a rude dude with attitude!! ADD IN THE FACT I PUT CREAM CHEESE ON BREAD WHEN ITS MORE KNKWN FOR BAGELS!!! HARDCORE PARKOUR!!

(Ahren jumps and rolls over her table knocking over dishes and plates, he doesn't get enough momentum though and is just laying awkwardly on his back staring at her)

Ahren: Well this was unexpected. A little help comrades?!

(Ahrens tough gang friends come over and roll him over off the table and onto the floor, Jennipurr makes her way to the fish tank, to go fishing... Ahren lands on his feet, proud of himself)

Ahren: aha! HARDCORE PARKOUR! 

(Waitress comes with food)

Waitress: oooohhh myyyy god Ahren I can't even with you anymore, I have your weird food come eat it please

(Ahren and his band of miscreants go sit down to eat the food. Jennipurr comes back with live fish in her mouth, she doesn't give a fuck. The whole eating process takes hours, it's a large party, with a large order, taking up a table that could be used for other customers but no they're too hardcore to let that happen) 

Ahren: Lets sing our theme song guys!! *ahem* WELL YOU'RE NOT HARDCORE

Miscreants: Well you're not Hardcore 

Ahren: UNLESS YOU LIVE HARDCORE!!!

Miscreants: unless you live hardcore

Ahren: BUT THE LEGEND OF THE RENT, WAS WAY HARDCORE YAAAAAA!! Ok Barry you were a little flat, we're going to have to work on that, but good job guys really digging it

(Waitress comes back with check)

Waitress: Ahren I don't know what's gotten into you but you're acting so crazy.. here's the check

(Hands the check over) 

Ahren: Haha time to be real Hardcore 

(Puts down $5,000 tip... waitress sees it)

Waitress: ooooohhh myyyy gooood Ahren that's way too much, you're living too dangerously

Ahren: no such thing as too dangerous for me... I HAVE A COMPLAINT!! 

Waitress: What would that be? 

Ahren: my swordfish wasn't Fried, I must check the chef, and tell him what's what

Waitress: fine I'll go get him 

Ahren: not necessary I know where to find him 

(Ahren and his miscreants get up and go back into the kitchen, people try to tell them that they're not allowed back there but they're all too hardcore to care. He finds the chef at the grill) 

Chef: excuse me Ahren what are you doing back here?

Ahren: I have a complaint, the sword feesh that you gave me wasn't fried, so now you must pay for your sins 

Chef: what? Swordfish isn't fried... you get it all the time, you know this. That title has changed you

Ahren: SILENCE, I am the Hardcore Champion now, you listen to me. For your sins you shall pay. Two slaps, and I'll be on my way

Chef: what? 

(Ahren sees a whole fish thawing, and slaps him with it.. then rears back and slaps him again) 

Ahren: you've been slapped with a feesh, your payment has been paid. 

 Chef: please leave 

Ahren: fine I'll leave, but not because you said to... but because we want to. This place is boring anyways

(Ahren and the Miscreants leave the restaurant and go back to the streets, its home, it's all they've known for like two days because hardcore life style means you spend a lot of time on the streets) 

Ahren: Well I hope you enjoyed the little taste of hardcore that your Hardcore Champion is going to be bringing you on the reg. Me and the Miscreants are going to raise some more hell. These hardcore actions are not for the faint of heart I know. But as the Hardcore Trill Fairy Champion it needs to be done. What I'm about to do now, can't be filmed on camera, so enjoy the view as I walk away from the camera.  

(Ahren and the gang walks away, with Jennipurr dragging another fish across the pavement. Her thirst for blood has not been quenched yet. She might be the most hardcore of them all... The camera fades to black)