To prevail is to prove more powerful than opposing forces; be victorious. In a business like this, you want to prevail each and every time you step into the ring. If you don’t, that’s simple; you don’t get rewarded. There are some people who have connections with someone high up in the chain, to where even when they fail, they still get rewarded some way or another. Then there’s those who work hard for absolutely everything they want and deserve whatever they’re rewarded. You also have those who show up, do very minimal, and either enjoy it or expect to be handed things for showing up. Not to mention, those who believe they have it all already and the mere glimpse of them is a blessing to everyone.

All of those people are in this match.

I’d like to start out with Florida Man and Shark Man, mainly because they entertain me the most. I didn’t mean that you guys were JUST entertainment, Sharky. I know that you guys enjoy what you do and you wrestle - not just for the fans - but for the victories also. Sorry that I said that incorrectly. I understand that you think you’re going to show me what wrestling is, but I’ve been showing NEO what it’s like to actually be talented and skillful in what I do. Why do you think so many people have predicted me to be the victorious one? Not because I’m close to them, but because they understand that I’m the upcoming Elitist that’s about to take whichever brand I head to by storm. I wish both of you well in this match and I wish you both well wherever you go to, but the outcome won’t be in your favor. As for your buddy, Floridiot Man, just go ahead and drink all the moonshine you can, you’re gonna need it. All juiced up on that moonshine, anger is going to be the least of your worries.

Kohop, you’re a weird fella. Very weird, to be exact. I’m not even sure what there is to say… Actually, one thing does come to mind. Be careful where that stick is when the bell rings, I won’t hesitate to shove it right up your ass and listen to you squeal like a pig. Talk about losing your mind... Now, Osamu, while I’m talking about irrelevant people in this match, well your name was mentioned, that’s enough.

As for you, Arselx… You have a lot of faith in your ‘chaos’, don’t you? You think that running around causing chaos and ‘unleashing’ it on me is the way to take this victory? Let me educate you on something, man. These past couple months, I’ve seen the chaos, I’ve seen the mayhem, I’ve seen the turmoil. Whether I lost or not, I never once had been taken over by it. It was never unleashed on me. Most of the losses I’ve sustained have been by one simple move by countering mine or just outsmarting me. I have not once been decimated and for you to think that you’re going to achieve that is quite hilarious. It’s more comical than thinking that Osamu is actually going to stand a chance against any of us in this match. I like your drive, I like that you’re setting that goal for yourself. I really do. Unfortunately, this is one goal that you’re not going to reach, especially not against me. You all think I’m egotistical or some chump because of my recent past and what I’ve said, but you got it all wrong. I’m confident in my ability and confident in the opportunity that I have to begin this new year on the right note. This is my first FPV, I’m not just going to let you unleash your chaos on me and whatever else anyone is saying they’re gonna do. Me, on the other hand, I’m just going to ensure that I walk out of Crowned In Blood with one last victory on NEO before heading to the brand that chooses to sign me. I’ve had a sad December, that’s for sure. January will not be the same. 2018 will not be the same. This truly is my year and I’m going to prove it to each and every one of you. The only thing that’s going to absorb me is the glory in prevailing and getting back the motivation heading into my new brand.

For you to think you handed me a ‘verbal beating’ last time you spoke, Charlie, that’s a new low for you. No matter what is said to me, no matter who says it to me, it will not affect me. I have a high tolerance for nonsense and that’s all that comes out of your mouth. This actually proves everything that I’ve ever said about you. All you do is blabber on and on about the same things each and every time you talk. I mean listen to you, you’re so boring to listen to that you can put a grown man to sleep. Look at Osamu, I’m pretty sure just listening to your boring ass he didn’t even want to speak up. You bored him to death. That would probably explain why he hasn’t said anything the past few weeks. Someone should probably check on him… anyways. I’ll let you think you’re verbally beating me if that’s what helps you get through your days. If thinking that you’re verbally beating someone brings a smile to your face, then so be it. Let me explain what that really is, though. You see, verbally beating someone is when your words start to make another human being crumble. It’s when you dig so deep into their skin, that you can control their every movement. I hate to break it to you, but you got nothing on me. I gave you the praise for being able to put an arm over a downed opponent to sneak away with a victory from me, but that’s all. I’ve come back at you each and every time you’ve said something and not once have I crumbled, nor will I. Let’s take a second and discuss this whole ‘Charlie is better than Maddox’ theory. You haven’t faced anyone worth recognition, besides me. You didn’t even face me one-on-one. We had the man you put to sleep right next to us while I was inflicting an excruciating amount of pain on you before you put your arm over him. I’ve not only faced the New Breed Champion, but I have also faced the man who is headlining King of Elite, Theron Nikolas. I wish I could be saying that I beat both of them, but Finnegan and I went to a double count-out and Theron was just better than me. I’m still proud of how I performed because I put on one hell of a performance. If you think you can step in and beat him, I’d like to see you try. He would pick you apart like his barbeque ribs for dinner. You aren’t worth anything. No one has to ‘achieve’ anything to face you. You’re just another face on the NEO roster. You think way too highly of yourself to the point that I’m actually throwing up in my mouth thinking about it. I’m sure if you were to go around and ask the roster of not only NEO but the rest of the main roster if they dream of facing you. Not one single person will say that they actually dream of that. If they do, that’s one shitty dream of mediocrity they’re having and I hope they wake up soon. I don’t expect anything to end perfectly for me. I know that nothing in this world is perfect. I do expect to earn everything that I work my ass off for. I do expect for me to step into the ring in each and every match I have and give everything I have to prevail as much as possible. Never in the time that I’ve been here have I shown any form of arrogance. We went over this before, but your mind is so clouded with thoughts about yourself that you just use selective hearing. I feel bad for you, Charlie, truly. It’s going to be quite the awakening for you when you get beaten and that’s happening tomorrow. My career isn’t getting a final blow from you, nor anyone. It’s just getting started. I haven’t been on a downward spiral. I’ve been facing Champions, soon-to-be Kings, I’ve been facing people who actually challenge me. You’re just some arrogant fool who got away with a lucky win. You haven’t pinned me. You haven’t made me tap out. You pinned someone else who I took out. Fingers crossed that after I beat you tomorrow it becomes your awakening and whoever else is dreaming of facing you.

I will not fail.

I will prevail.

We join Kohop Kapah, sat on, well what can only be described as a throne. A glorious chair, with soft red suede backing on the cushion, and huge arms, on the side are compasses, one on each side, each pointing North. The back slab of the thrown was immense, with huge silver gems on the top of each tips, resting against the right hand tip of the throne is a crown. A spectacular crown, golden, and encrusted with rubies. Each one sparkling and popping into frame with a flare.

Kohop has his head in his hands, and he's looking at the floor. His usual eccentric quiff replaced by a dishevelled mess, and his usually elegant beard, over grown, not trimmed. Scraggy. His suit, usually exquisite. isn't. It's creased, his tie is crooked, his shirt untucked, his shoes scuffed. He looks up, he grabs his crown and holds it, caresses it in his grip.
 
"King. King. King" He muttered to himself.
"I'm the king on the North.” he relays the lyrics to his theme song “King"
"Ladies and Gentlemen" Still looking at his crown.
"Right now you're listening to the King of the North" Still muttering
"Can I get a clap please? Can I have the bell start ringing? Can we have the ladies start singing?"
"Cause this one gotta be right, And this isn't a funeral so you can take the black clothes off, And everyone switch their phones off, I'm gonna celebrate life." He looks up.
"Is that the horns that's sounding? I hope there's not long left, Is there anybody out there?" Ramblings of a mad man.
"How do I look? Am I decent?"
"Do you think I should change this footwear?" the camera pans to his shoes, usually a brilliant shade of tan, polished and clean, these however, where dirty, torn, and creased.
"Too something a little more less formal"
 
He stands up, crown still in hand.
 
"King. King. King" He muttered to himself.
"I'm the king on the North?" he looks, quizzical.
"Ladies and Gentlemen" Still looking at his crown.
"Right now are you listening to the King of the North?" Still puzzled
"Can I get a clap please?" He claps.
"Can I have the bell start ringing?" he taps the crown to make a ringing sound
"Can we have the ladies start singing?"
"Cause this one gotta be right, And this isn't a funeral So you can take the black clothes off, And everyone switch their phones off, I'm gonna celebrate life." He looks up.
"Is that the horns that's sounding? I hope there's not long left, Is there anybody out there?" he looks across the room.
"How do I look? Am I decent?"
"Do you think I should change this footwear?"
"Too something a little more less formal"
 
"King. King. King" He muttered to himself again.
"I'm the king on the North?" he looks, confused.
 
"I aint the king of shit!" He throws the crown to the floor, the rubies shatter out of their casing. One of them bounces off of the floor so hard it comes up and catches him on the cheek. Blood beginning to drip down his face. Out of instinct he rubs his face, the site of his own blood making him look uneasy... He ignores it and continues.

"I came here a king, and yet I look like more like a jester. I have done nothing but lose!" His anger burning through his cold blue eyes.

"Now I have to try and prove my worth, against six other great wrestlers here in NEO. and as it stands, I’m going to lose that one too" He looks around. His face twitches, he stands up a little straighter. his face snaps to the camera
"Who said that? Tell me who bloody said that!" He looks around... searching for something, someone.
"I know sure as shit it couldn't possibly have been me right?" His face twitches again, he slumps down into the throne.
 
"Who am I kidding?" He pulls out his brass knuckles, fondles with them in his hands, rolls them around his fingers, before finally putting them on his right hand.
"These have helped me through everything, through life, in fights, out of fights, I've always relied on them.." His face twitches
"Well maybe you should start relying on me instead" Another twitch
"I have fell short to my own ego, I came here calling myself a King, but"
"YOU ARE A KING"
"I wouldn't even call myself a prince right now"
"STOP!" His blue eyes burning with anger and hatred. his face twitching.

He snaps bolt upright, throws the brass knuckles across the room, he tucks in his shirt, straightens up his blazer. Pulls a comb from his jacket pocket and sorts out his hair. He pats down his beard, twists his moustache back into place, kicks off his ratty shoes and opens up the throne seat. He pulls out a new pair. His shiniest ever, they look heavy. Weighted almost. He slips them on.

"He is weak! He is nothing but a fool! He is right! He is no king... He is the jester! ME? I AM THE KING!"
he walks towards the camera, with the fieriest of looks in his eyes.

"KING! KING! KING!"
"IM KING OF THE NORTH GOD DAMMIT!" he looks around, his lip twitches, he slaps himself
"NO!" He looks down at the floor ...
"What... what have you done brother?" He picks up the crown, confused. He picks up pieces of ruby and tries to slot them into the place, but they fall back out. He hangs the crown, busted on one side, back against the throne.

"Well you're definitely not allowed to play any more brother... Now the NEO, no .. The world we see the real king of the north..."

He walks back towards the throne, behind it he reaches, a button clicks, and the left part of the back slab of the throne comes lose, a thin, but heavy stick, with the silver stone still in the tip. He twirls it.
"real kings don't have brass knucks" he mocks "they have sceptres" 
He walks with the sceptre, using it half as a cane, and half as a a toy to twirl.
"I like this brother" he says "I like being in control. You should bleed more often"
 
 
A few days have passed since .. the incident. The king is still very much in charge, and Kohop Kapah, well he seems ... gone. 

We find the king sitting in Kohop’s favourite spot, that dim, grungy run down staircase. As ever, the king is dressed in a tailor fitted black suit, the red braces replaced with a simple black belt, and a black skinny tie. Clashing with the bright white pressed crisp shirt. The trousers match the blazer and the shoes are as black as night. 

“This isn’t a funeral so you can take off those black clothes” he laughs.  
“Only this is a funeral... and there’s quite some space left in the earth for all 7 of you! Yes I said 7, no it wasn’t a mistake. Kohop has gone. He was number one. Six left.” 

He pulls out a piece of paper, no card ... no - that’s actually parchment? What.. he begins to read. 

“The old king will die. And when he is dead and buried in his place a Phoenix will rise. Rise to save you all from your decrepit souls. This Phoenix will shall carry a sceptre and he will banish all those who dare to defy him” the king stands, using the sceptre the balance him.

“I’m the king now.” 

“And who is this that defies me? YOUR King of the north”

“Arselx - let’s start with the biggest. The baddest. My old man always used to tell me to go after the biggest and baddest. It was his favourite tactic. A very alpha male move. We - I say we .. I don’t mean we - I mean you and the old me - we clashed once before and you bested me.. him. You even teamed together and look what that got you. Defeated. Humiliated. I hope you got used to that feeling. Because if you haven’t noticed, I ain’t no mannequin. You ain’t no gardener. And there ain’t no strings on me boy. So you’ll be first to go - it’s in everyone’s favour to team up and take you out. You’re the biggest threat after all. This is usually the part where I suggest to the others that we go for a drink, formulate a plan to take you out, all the while i’ll be formulating my own plan to take them out. But there’s no time for that! This time. This time actions speak louder than words, and this sceptre speaks louder than all. Arselx, get used to disappointing feeling. As thats all you’re getting.” 

He twirls the sceptre, a wicked grin shoots across his face 

“Shark boy!” He exclaimed “Florida man” he shouts as he jumps into a half kong fu half power ranger half super hero mock pose 
“A couple of kids acting like the hero’s they ain’t. A couple of goons too dumb to realise that they’re playing with the big boys now.” He stops to contemplate… 

“Ya know, when I began, I had this whole, whatcha call it … speech prepared … I was gonna delve deeply into each one of my opponents this weekend at Crowned in Blood - Huh” he pauses … 
“Crowned… in Blood… Sounds exactly like me, I was born from the blood of my brother, and here I stand, waiting to be crowned the winner. Thats a beautiful poetry is it not?” 

“Where was I ?” 

“Ahh yes, Charlie Marr, you did actually somewhat mention me, what did you say, ah yes. My 15 minutes of fame, well then I best make the most of it, and i’ll start by taking out the favourite, the undefeated Charlie Marr, the great Londoner, more like the stupid Yid. You got nothing but lucky in your previous matches and your luck will run out, I’ll start with you. That’ll make a name for myself, won’t it.. yes. Thats what i’ll do. Thats exactly what I’ll do” He twirls his sceptre.
  
“Finally Maddox Ayres, he said that cheating meant you had no pride, well then I guess i’m pride-less, who am I? I’m a pride-less Englishman with nothing to lose, and a big stick … a very big stick, and you know what they say about people with big sticks and nothing to lose. They’re the most dangerous ones. or something like that” He kicks his sceptre onto his shoulder and twirls like a ballerina.

“Oh I almost forgot about Arcichida. But then again so did everyone else so…”

“You know what boys… I think i’m losing my mind. ha ha ha ha ha” 


He walks away, the screen fades to black.

(Florida Man is seen in the Florida Cave, a small suspiciously one car-garage sized room, most of which is taken up by the Floridamobile. Our hero is siting at a computer, browsing the internet. He then turns toward the camera)

What am I doing, you ask? Well dear reader, I, Florida Man, am low on my special power juice. And since I'm going to be in an Elimination match tomorrow night, I sure as sh*t need a whole sh*load of it if I'm going to have a chance. 

(Florida Man turns back to the screen)

A bottle of Jack might not be enough....

(Florida Man contemplates something)

Am I that desperate? Do I really need to go that way? Yes!

(Florida Man turns back to face the camera)

Dear readers, have no fear, for Florida Man will prevail! In the short time I've been here in EAW, I have yet to feel the need to drink the most effective power juice there is out there..... moonshine. And I'm not talking about that store bought crap, I mean actual moonshine. The kind that's distilled in a shack in the middle of the woods. The good shit!


I am a little hesitant to take it, because it makes me almost too powerful. I've gotten into many fights with cops-- I mean, evil doers-- while empowered by glorious moonshine. But... I am facing off against six other men in this match. Including my goof friend and tag team partner, Shark Man. 

Friend, I just want to say, that whatever happens tomorrow night, it's nothing personal. I hope that after this match we can continue to fight evil doers in this company.

To the rest of my opponents, I just have this one piece of advice: Don't make me angry during our match. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry, and powered by moonshine.

I respect you Lang despite what you did to Daryl I respect you… Why? Because out of all the people who want the attention of Chris Elite out of all the people who NEED attention from Chris Elite you were the ONLY one to call out Chris Elite. Top guys on Dynasty have been running around with my name in their mouth. Guys on Showdown have been doing the same hell even some on my own brand Voltage and woman on others have been doing it. Yet the dude from NEO is the only one with enough balls to call me out to an actual match? I don’t respect how you got my attention though Daryl didn’t deserve that he was the future of this company he was going places and now the only place he’s going is to the hospital. Were you jealous? Jealous of his high praise from guys like me and how you weren’t one who got to face me and prove himself? Well here’s your chance young man at Crowned in Blood you got exactly what and who you want a match with Chris Elite a match you will soon regret wanting. I’m not Carlos Rosso I’m not anyone else you’ve faced on this roster. I am a man with a contract people are willing to kill me over and you know how I got this contract? I’m sure you do and there’s no reason to bring it up. No reason for me to sound like a broken record the world knows how I got it the world knows who I defeated and the world knows who I’m going to defeat at Crowned in Blood. You Mr.DangaLang  now you can come out here and make the same exact points Daryl did in the same position you are in. “I have nothing to lose” “This is a win, win situation for me” Expect it really isn’t such a win, win situation for you Lang not with the way you handled things. You thinking you are going to treat me like Daryl and put me out for a couple of months? You are sadly mistaken this match is not going to become the fairy tale you want it to become it’s not going to have the fairy tale ending you want. “Underdog defeats Gawd contract holder” “Lang defeats Chris Elite” it’s not going to happen those will not be the headlines the next morning.
 

Instead you won’t see any headlines about this match because we all know what to expect instead you might see how Maddox won the big battle royal NEO is having or how the Wild Boys defeated whoever the hell their going against. When you read about the main event it’ll just tell you it went exactly how you all expected. Sure it might also add how you actually made me break a sweat and how “It took everything I had to win” that’s just to add some juice to the story a little bit a of some flavor. Just like this match is to add a little bit more flavor. After you took out one of the only reasons to watch NEO it needed someone to save grace and well here I am. I know I’m a good guy and I shouldn’t be talking like this but I’m just being honest no one on this show after Malcom Jones left and you put Daryl on the shelf NEO isn’t worth watching anymore. Everything expect this match. Lang you wanted my respect and now you have to earn it because that’s the only win you’ll pick up that night. Not a win over me but you have a chance to earn my respect and that’s what you wanted so much right? My respect? To be noticed by me? Well you got the first part done now let’s see if the writers for the article don’t have to lie about our match and maybe I do give just a little bit more than 50 percent. It’s all up to you Lang. Give us a reason to respect you. Not trying to force them too by attacking innocent people you could’ve taken that anger out on Carlos he’s old now. The bones are fragile, he has scoliosis and arthritis. At least if you attacked him his career is pretty match over. Daryl is going to come back sooner or later and get his revenge since you couldn’t finish the job.  That’s why I’m not going to do much to you. Give the fans the match they want to see hit one of my finishers on you maybe even a signature and call it a night. Then in 6 months or maybe less Daryl will come back and finish the job. So with that being said I hope you enjoy these 15 minutes of fame because you won’t get any more until that happens if you even decide to stay around…

Crowned in Blood Promo 2

I am genuinely surprised that you even bothered to respond, Maddox. A lot of rookies would go into hiding after the verbal beating that I dealt you the last time I held a microphone in my hand. I am delighted that you have grown some cojones and decided to step up to me. I know what you’re thinking. Why am I delighted that you attempted to retort back towards me? Well, Maddox. I am delighted because it gives me another chance to verbally annihilate you. I’ve done it once and I will damn well do it again. Congrats, Maddox, you have just earned yourself a second verbal beating. I didn’t want to do it to you but I just have too, you have brought it upon yourself. When you last spoke, a real sense of arrogance shone through. It was almost as if you thought you were better than me. Let’s get one thing straight, you are not and you will never ever be, better than me. I am better than you in every single way imaginable. I am above you in the social chain, I am above you in the food chain and I am a better wrestler than you. There isn’t a single way in which you are better than me. I am above you, Maddox. I threw up a little in my mouth when I found out that I would be facing someone like you yet again What have you achieved to warrant facing me for a second time? What have you achieved? Every single person in the Elite Answers Wrestling room locker room dreams of facing someone like me and they haven’t had the chance yet. Why have you been blessed with such an opportunity yet again? This is the opportunity of a lifetime for you, Maddox. This is a second chance at glory for you. This is the redemption of Maddox Ayres. It’s a massive shame that this story will not end the way you want it. This isn’t a fairytale, Maddox. Not everything will end up perfectly for you. You say that the reason you went to talk to someone about me was to get a second chance at me? Stop the lies, Maddox. You quite evidently attempted to get the match result turned over in order to maintain your unbeaten record. You were desperate to maintain some personal pride and actually achieve something. Don’t be so deluded, Maddox. If you are telling the truth, you are blessed and have been handed this second chance. It’s a massive shame for you that your second chance is going to end the exact same way as your first chance did. You have been on a real downwind spiral since I beat you. You haven’t been able to pick up a victory since. It is so pleasing to see the damage to your career that I caused by beating you. It appears that I have wiped away any sort of confidence that you have. That arrogance that you’ve shown before seems to have vanished. It makes me laugh the way your career has shot down since I beat you. Fingers crossed that after I beat you for a second time it becomes the final blow.

I’m gonna make this clear and simple for you, Shark Man. Absolutely nobody loves you. Kids, Adults, Men, Women, they do not love you. The most that they do is pity you. You are simply nothing more than somebody to feel sorry for. You don’t have fans. You don’t have people that want you to succeed. These fans don’t care about you. They don’t give a single fuck about you. Nobody does. I don’t take any drugs, Shark Man. I am completely natural. This incredible body was gifted by the gods. You can only ever dream of having a body like that. You have a frail little pubescent body, it’s embarrassing on your part. That is just one reason why I am going to wipe the floor with you at Crowned in Blood. Another reason is your lack of love for the business. I touched on that in the past and you have attempted to deny that. You really think that you care about this business. You really think that you love the art that is professional wrestling. If you cared about this business and this company as much as you say you do, why are you attempting to make a mockery of it? Your antics on a weekly bases are embarrassing. The way you and Florida Man act is a stain on Elite Answers Wrestling. You are a cancer that needs to be eradicated. Do you really think that you will be able to eliminate me all be yourself? Why are you pretending that you and Florida Man will not be working together in this match. It’s quite obvious that you two will be. You know just as well as I do that neither of you are good enough to win this match. You’re joke elitists, that’s all you are and all you ever will be. You will never ever be taken seriously within this company due to your embarrassing antics. This isn’t a chance in hell that either of you walk away from this match in good stead. You will both be damaged and both be broken in half. I think I speak for every other elitist in this company when I say that you are not wanted. You make a mockery of our work. That is why we all want to eliminate you. We all hope that by breaking you and damaging you in this match it will teach you a lesson. It will hopefully enforce the fact that we don’t take very kindly to elitists who try and make a mockery out of professional wrestling. This company is the best wrestling company in the entire world. That means that only the best wrestlers should be able to wrestle in it. That currently isn’t true because of people like you. Removing you and Florida Man from this company will be a blessing for all.

It’s been a whiiiiiiiiilllllllleeeeeeeeeeee since Shark Man and Florida Man stepped in into the ring. We did have a nice holiday where we drank Clam Juice and eating some Krabby Patty but yeah, we don’t forget to train because we are wrestlers and.....in Florida Man’s words, we are heroes. Ah yeah, we both are ready to win at Crowded in Blood but sadly, only one of us can win this. So sad :/

So Florida Man, we are buddies and all that. I’m sure we are going to join forces as we always do every week and yes, in your words we are going to fight the evils and in my words we are going to burn some fishes. I believe we both can make it to the final two but when we make it happens, we have to fight, buddy. It pains me so much that we have to fight but eh, shit happens. That’s what life does to us. However, I just want to say this. If you win this match, it’s all cool. Just may the best fish win. Or in your words, may the best Hero win.

However, as for the others, I’m not very fond of the rest of you, motherfucker. Let me start with gah! I’ll do it randomly because I hate all of you, dummies!

A’right, I’ll start with Arselx. Hey Arselx, you are a fatass you know that? Florida Man and I are skinny but so what? It makes us moves faster than you. We both can and will floated like a Butterfliy and sting like a Bee, it’s as simple as that. What your tummy can offers to us, huh? Getting your ass kicked? No problem, we can do that. Until then, care to get rid of that belly?

Charlie Marr....you seriously think Florida Man and I are embarassing NEO? What the fuck are you talking about boy? Kids, Adults, Men, Women, they all love us. Because first, we are adorable as fuck, second, we use masks which makes us coolers than you, and third, we always ready to fry some assess. I don’t know what kind of drugs do you use, but it must be a good shit if you think we don’t take this business seriously. I’m here to prove that I’m indeed The Sea’s Toughest Son a Fish that you will ever see and Florida Man is here going to teach some lesson to punk like you. Unlike you though, Florida Man and I can take care of ourselves to eliminate you. It should be enough for one of us to eliminate your potato ass. Unlike you again....we are actual friends. We can work together just because we feel like it because we are friends. While you wait for someone to eliminate Florida Man and I, we can eliminate you with ease. If you want to fight both of us, then we won’t mind to teach you what team work is all about.

Maddox Ayres, you’re right. Florida Man and I are somewhat comical. It’s never our intentions but it’s not a bad thing. See, just like you said, we are entertainment. We are money maker for EAW. We are like Cash Cows. But hey, if you think we are just for entertainment, you are mistaken, kid. We are what we are: that we are tough as nails fighters. You are looking forward to wrestle us? Well we are going to show you, what wrestling is all about.

Osamu you weirdo, you still want to stick your nose into our business? Well, I don’t mind giving you another chummer. Go back eating Ramen, Sushi, or whatever Japanes Foods that you like.

And last but not least....Kohop Kapah....eh.....who the fuck cares?

And That’s The Fishin Line, cause Shark Man said so!

Pride; a feeling or deep pleasure or satisfaction derived from one's own achievements, the achievements of those with whom one is closely associated, or from qualities or possessions that are widely admired. How does one obtain pride? How does one hold onto pride? It’s simple; no matter what you do, no matter what you say, you never give it up. Throughout one’s career, temptations arise that put you losing your pride at risk. In a business like this, cheating is losing your pride. When you cheat, you’re admitting you can’t finish the match with your own pure talent. Losing your pride entails that you’ve gone off the deep end and pride doesn’t mean anything to you. That you’ll just do whatever you want, whenever you want, however you want, and to whoever you want. That type of stuff will only get you so far in your wrestling career, hell even in life. To lose your pride, that’s not a place you want to be in if you’re a human being. You will not like the feeling of not having pride. Unlike some people in this business…

I have my damn pride.

Here we are again, Charlie. Just a couple weeks after our last match. We haven’t spoken since then, so let’s get some things straight. The reason for me going to someone to talk about the result of our match, wasn’t exactly to get it overturned, but to get another chance at you. You pulled off something that I didn’t think you could. You bested me. I’ll give you that. There was no cheating involved, you simply didn’t tap, but was able to pin the other opponent of ours in that match. I applaud you for that. You handed me my first loss and it truly messed me up. My mind hasn’t been right since. I lost to you, I brawled with the New Breed Champion to result in a double countout, I lost to Theron who’s now in the King of Elite Finals this weekend, and then lost in an exhibition match at The Shrine. Here we are now, the second FPV of NEO, you and I at it again. Granted, I didn’t handle the situation well enough and I just wanted you and I to face off with no one else around. Because I didn’t handle it well, this is what we got. Not only will I be eliminating as many people as possible, I am making sure that you aren’t the last one standing. It’s a new year. I figured I would be coming into the new year with some motivation, but I’m coming into the new year with a form of motivation I didn’t think I would have. I’ve been losing ever since my winning streak. I’ve put on some memorable performances at the beginning of my career, but they haven’t been enough. It’s time for a change. It’s time to get back on track and kick off the new year with a victory in the last NEO FPV until it’s needed to come back. After Crowned In Blood, we all move to the main roster. I’m not letting you off NEO without a loss. You took my winning streak from me, it’s only right for me to take yours from you. I never once lost my pride, Charlie. Just because I went to management to get a rematch with you, doesn’t mean I lost anything. Like I said, I was pretty upset, but I never lost my pride. I have my rematch and now I will not fail again. You thinking I’m going to lose to you again is quite comical. The rest of the people in this match besides like one haven’t shown any signs of being anything besides rag dolls for us to eliminate immediately. That leaves three men who are going to battle it out and four other men who are just going to participate. The problem I have with you, which I have stated multiple times before, is how repetitive you are. We can all be repetitive, but you and Sheridan Muller take it to a whole new level. You find one subject to stay on for the duration of your time and find ways to still talk about that one subject, just different phrases and insults. I guess I shouldn’t say I have a problem with it, rather than I just get a good laugh out of it everytime. Then I have to come back and repeat myself about you repeating yourself and it’s just back and forth from there. You bested me once before, Charlie. You will not do it again. I don’t need to brag about anything related to you, ever. The next topic of discussion won’t be about you beating me, it’ll be about how I took on seven other men in an elimination match and how I was the sole survivor.

How inspiring.

I’m honored that you saved me for last, Arselx. Save the best for last, they say. I haven’t had to face you yet, and what a better way to bring in the new year and the last NEO with some new faces. I appreciate the compliments and I just want to say that you are absolutely sadly mistaken if you think you’re better than me. I respect that you want to get this win for your fans. Anyone that cares about their fans would want to get every victory possible for them. I just hate to tell you that you and your fans won’t be happy with the outcome of this match. It’s just not your time, I’m sorry. I promised myself, after the losing streak I’ve been on, that I’m not going to bring in the new year with another loss. Hell, I don’t plan on losing even when I get to the main roster. I’m going to see how long I can make it without suffering another loss. I have to get my streak back in order and extend it great than just two wins. I know I’m better than that and I’m exponentially better than this losing streak that I’m on. I have the utmost respect for people who care about their fans and win for them. Without their fans, they wouldn't really have a job, whether you talk about them or not. They're the reason we get paid to come and enjoy what we do. You put on a good show for them, Arselx, but you won't be getting the win for them.

That's the bet I'm placing on myself.

Florida Man and Shark Man… I must say I am highly intrigued with you guys. You are the epitome of entertainment and that’s what I like. I like watching you guys and I like hearing from you during the week. There’s just one problem. You both are comical. That may not seem like a problem after what I said, but that’s all you guys are. When you step into the ring, it’s just comical. Outside of the ring, comical. You’re an enjoyment to the fans and others, but when it comes down to it, you just don’t win. You put on a show and that’s it. Maybe that’s all you want to do, I’m not entirely sure since I don’t know much else about you guys or your history. Usually I would do my research, but NEO is going under and this is our last show, not to mention it’s a new year. I look forward to hearing from you both and also seeing what you do in the ring. I look forward to eliminating the both of you even more.

Onto the least relevant.

Osamu Arcichida and Kohop Kapah… First off, Osamu, you are the reason I suffered my first lost. Your dumbass had to be right next to me while I had Charlie ready to tap. You were close enough for him to pin you and that is an embarrassment in itself. How could you let that happen to yourself? Oh, because you returned and talked a big game, but then flopped. I’m not even sure why you’re still back, you’re not going to amount to anything, so why bother? It’s best for you to move on with your career doing something else, somewhere else, and leave the wrestling to the professionals. I’m not usually this blunt, but it needed to be said. The fact that you’re in this match goes to show that anyone can get an opportunity just by showing up. Actually, maybe they just felt bad and figured they’d give you one last chance to show a flash of any form of talent before letting you go. No matter, I look forward to eliminating you as you should’ve been in the first place. Now, Kohop…

Who are you?

To summarize this up for everyone, my 2017 career here in EAW started off very well. December was just a very bad month for me all together. 2018 is going to start off magnificent, and that’s with a final victory before heading into a main brand. I will outlast six other men to be the last man standing and the one victorious. Charlie, this loss is going to hurt the worst to you considering you’re undefeated right now. You’ll know how it feels to get something taken from you. Arselx, put on your show, but it’s not going to be enough. The rest of you? Consider yourselves already eliminated. The name Maddox Ayres will not go down as a failure when people look into the ending of NEO, but rather the rising star who shut down six other men from reaching something they also want. I wouldn’t change my career for anything because it’s led me to right where I am now, it’s molded me into who I am, and I’ve learned from all the mistakes I’ve made thus far. You think I’m going to make the same mistake I made against Charlie again? You think I’m going to let Arselx come through and take away something I want? You think the rest of these flops are going to outperform me? You’re in for quite the awakening.

I will not fail.

I will prevail.

Crowned in Blood Promo 1

Let’s just cut straight to the chase. No messing about with niceties, no introductions, no welcomes, let’s just discuss business. Let me making it clear and obvious from the outset, I am winning this match. There is nothing that is going to stop me from winning this match. This is my crowning moment in Elite Answers Wrestling. This crowning moment will take place at the aptly named Crowned in Blood, this multi man match that I have been placed in will be my moment. So far, in EAW, I am 3-0. Three wins, zero losses. I am unbeaten. Many men have attempted to take me down but they all have ultimately failed. Don’t be confused by that stat line, I have won three matches but I haven’t only beaten three men. My first match was a fatal 4-way with my second and third matches both being triple threat matches. That means in total I have downed seven different men. I am not one to blow my own trumpet but god damn that is impressive. Who else can say that they have enjoyed as incredible of a start as I have? Please inform me if you can think of someone else. It has been incredible. The form that I have been on is nothing short of spectacular. That form is quite obviously going to continue into 2018. This starts at Crowned in Blood. I have became somewhat of an expert at multi man matches, with every single one of my matches in EAW so far being in a multi man match. That is just one reason in which this match at Crowned in Blood favours Charlie Marr. Another reason is obviously the piss poor excuse for elitists that I will be facing, let’s get onto them.

Maddox Ayres. You have the pleasure of being spoke about first. In case you have forgotten for some reason, I have already beaten you in EAW. Regardless of the finish of that match, the end result was that I reigned victorious. You might have thrown your toys out of the pram and acted up about the finish to that match but the end result was that I won. Regardless of how pathetically you acted, the referee still raised my arm in victory after that match. You lost, get over it. It was embarrassing seeing you attempt to get that result overturned. I really thought better of you, Maddox. I thought you had a little more pride than that. Who am I kidding, I knew that you didn’t have any pride. You disgraced yourself with the way you acted before our match. You thought you were a big man. You thought you were top boy. I gave you a reality check. I showed you who was the boss. I proved to you that you are not on the level of Charlie Marr. I know that you realised that after our match. I really showed you up with that victory. You were undefeated until you faced Charlie Marr. You thought you were hot shit. You thought you were the most important man on NEO. How wrong were you. I brought you back down to earth and you should thank me for that. I brought your cockiness down a notch and that will benefit you in the future. However, it won’t benefit you in this match. Simply put, you are going to lose to Charlie Marr for the second time in your Elite Answers Wrestling career. At least when you depart the company you’ll have something to show for it. You can brag that you didn’t just lose to the great Charlie Marr once, you lost to him twice. How inspiring.

Let’s talk about another opponent in this match that I have already faced and beaten, Arselx. I beat him on my debut. I’ll give him some credit, in that fatal 4-way, he was my toughest opponent. That isn’t saying much though as I don’t even remember the names of the other elitists in the match. I suppose that is another good thing for Arselx. At least I can remember his name, he should consider himself blessed that the great Charlie Marr remembers his name. Congrats on that, Arselx. You can put that one right at the top of your resume. I was actually very surprised to see you give me some credit. You said that I am one of the stars of NEO and that I have incredibly good insulting skills. I’ll say the nicest thing I ever have about anyone here, you are correct. Please tell me something I don’t know. I am curious to as why you are so complementary towards me. Perhaps it’s a defense mechanism to try and make me go easy on you. It’s a real shame that I have figured this out and it will not impact how I wrestle. I don’t care how you complimented me, Arselx. I am going to bring the pain to you at Crowned in Blood. You honestly think that you are coming for payback? Like seriously, are you having me on here? There is not going to be any payback taking place. I am simply going to embarrass you another time and make you wish that you hadn’t said anything.

Shark Man and Florida Man. I think that I should place you two together as one entity to speak about you. What the fuck is going on here? Who the hell are you two? What the fuck do you think you’re doing? You’re joke elitists basically. You are both attempting to make a mockery of Elite Answers Wrestling and make NEO an embarrassment. I am utterly disgusted by what you do. You need to be destroyed for your actions. I am fed up of you making a mockery of professional wrestling. Wrestling is an art. It’s what I love to do, it’s what these fans love to watch. The fact that you have made it into EAW without taking the business seriously is despicable. If everyone in this multi man match has a sliver of pride, they will join me in teaming up against you. We need to rid this match and rid NEO of embarrassments like you two. You embarrass NEO and it’s about time you are both put down.

Arcichida and Kohop Kapah, you are the final two that I am going to discuss. I have grouped you both together rather than give you your own special segments of my talk as you don’t deserve solo segments. You are both as irrelevant as each other. Nobody in this match knows who you are and nobody cares. The fans have no clue who you are. You’re barely even in this match. People are going to tune into this match to watch Charlie Marr. Not a single person on gods green earth is going to tune in to see Arcichida and Kohop Kapah. Be real with yourselves here, this is most likely going to be your fifteen minutes of fame. Make use of it.

Long Night in The New Year. It's very good Celebration because We got a New Year. It's 2018 Right Now. Last Year was good year But, I'm really hoping that, This Year will be Much Better because Faith does really matter..



Now, I'm in  Montpelier, France. Most of People should be There very early because The Traveling always has been Crazy whenever You do go into The Aliport. France is very nice as usual.  Maybe, I'd traveled much more into France. 


  We already know I'm facing Shaker Jones for my Big Bhris Bhampionship.  I'd been Ready for this  since The Beginning of my Career in EAW. Get My Redemption for The Mistakes that, what I did in the past. I've Less Exceptions. Nobody should really believe that, I'll be in The Same Class and Atmosphere with The All time Greats in Eaw so, I'm taking it very slow.




I'm in The Right Direction at The Moment because I'm Big Bhris Bhampionship. This is Good Start for My Career.  I'll beat Shaker Jones at Crowned in Blood. I'll stay Focused in my Match. It doesn't really matter which way really happens in my match with Shaker Jones. I'm going to beat him this time. I'm going with Everyone else at Crowned  in Blood.

(Billy and Jimmy Wilde are standing in front of a camera, with incredulous looks on their faces. They’re both wearing ‘Sad Nas’ ugly Christmas sweaters)
  
Billy: Illegitimate bastard children!? Really!? REALLY!? I’d have you know that we are good Christian boys born to a mother and father who loves us back home in Rancho Cucamonga! You could have said a lot of things to us, but to call us bastards!?

Jimmy: Which defines us as children who have no father -

Billy: Which we do have very very much!

(Billy pulls out a photo of Ernest Wilde, father of the esteemed Wild Boys!)



Billy: THIS is Ernest Wilde! You wanna know why he’s called Ernest!?

Jimmy: Because he’s EARNEST!

Billy: That’s right Lil Bro! This man runs a lumber business - a legitimate one at that! He pays his employees properly - even the illegal immigrants! 

Jimmy: He’s like an old white Oprah - “You get an American Dream! You get an American Dream!”

Billy: But enough about our dear ‘ol pop. Let’s talk about YOU Dead Spades. Is it with an ‘s’ or a ‘z’? You can never tell these days. How many of you are there anyway? We see two dudes and a baby, but you guys better pull no Akatsuki mess on us! But you’re right about one thing - people do want to see us win. It’s obvious - we’re favored because we’re the Superkick Kings of NEO! We’re undefeated -

Jimmy: As a team!

Billy: And we’re about to continue the streak by going through you bozos! 

Jimmy: Let’s start with you Mr. “I’m-named-after-a-DiCaprio-film”! You claim after your bout with Sinister Ace that all of the sudden your eyes are opened? That you’re invested!? Well, invest as much as you want Revenant! Invest in this match! Invest in the stock market, invest in a house -  buy a painting for all we care! It doesn't matter how many eggs you count before they hatch...the result will be the same: Wild Boys win.

Billy: L. O. L.

Jimmy: We don’t care of it’s two of you or three - we’ll get the job done. You insult our technique but I doubt you know the difference between a wristlock and a hammerlock. 

Billy: (whispers) Check Youtube.

Jimmy: Our sensei has nothing to do with our accomplishments. In fact, we were given the choice to come straight to EAW before NEO was even reinstated! But we refused because we wanted some experience out there in the field! You may think we’re some kind of one-off act, but we’re here to stay! Like it or not!

Billy: You know what I find funny is that my brother and I came into this company as a unit and are riding the wave of success while the two of you were a couple of washed-up singles competitors who are teamed up as the last attempt at relevancy. This man right here is my BROTHER! We were raised together, we trained together, we travel together! What makes you and Sinister Ace think that you can beat BLOOD is thicker than WATER!? Hell, the FPV’s name is CROWNED IN BLOOD! We are the Superkick KINGS of EAW! Come on now! This FPV is about our rise to glory! As for you two? Heh, well your name tells the story for us.

Jimmy: Dead. Spades.

Billy: Maybe you boys listened to one too many Avenged Sevenfold albums growing up (coughs) - Sinister Ace - but we live in the here and now. Sure we crack a couple of pop reference jokes here and there but we’re DEAD serious about our careers DEAD Spades. We worked hard to get where we’re at and there’s nothing!

Jimmy: NOTHING!

(Whitney Houston’s “I Have Nothing” plays in the background)



Billy: That we won’t do to roll on by you dweebs and show the world what the Boys of Wilde are all about! What’s our gimmick? Being better than you. That’s kind of our thing - being the best gosh darn tag team on the face of the planet!

Jimmy: You can threaten us with ripping our heads off and all that jazz, but we ‘re not new to this rodeo. It’s kind of our thing for a big bad to try and intimidate us -

Billy: Only to Shell Shock them in the end. Cracked heads, torn ACLs, yeah bruh keep yapping away. One thing our sensei taught us is that everyone and everything will do the absolute MOST to try and shake us.

Jimmy: (Japanese accent) ‘But never waver’ she would say. ‘Stay woke and never waver’. Here we are Dead Spades, looking into your sad puppy eyes as you cry about days long gone! Stay in the past while we skip down that yellow brick road towards a brighter future!
Billy: That doesn’t include jackals like you guys!

Jimmy: Wait. We forgot to address the AX7 fanboy and his creepy looking manager.

Billy: Cartoon Villain Ace and Bo Jackson?

Jimmy: Yeah, those clowns.

Billy: You complained how nobody came to the press conference, but that’s because nobody cares about you guys. Wherever we go, everybody else follows. That’s because we’re superstars!

Jimmy: And good role models! (thumbs up)

Billy: We’re professionals - talented wrestlers who hone their craft through blood-soaked ambition! You can dream about how you’re going to beat Darkane for the Hardcore title, Rosso-senpai for the Interwire title, and the High Rollerz for the tag titles, but we’ll actually be there! We’ll be the ones to go head to head with the tag team of 2017! We’re the ones who will be forced to break up, win all the belts and come back together twice as strong! 

Jimmy: We’re the ones who will run all over everyone in this fed! We don’t think we’re invincible! Just that damn good! Wait, Billy! Can we say ‘damn’?

Billy: Hmm. Four letter word…(mumbles to himself) We’ll let it go for now.

Jimmy: Anywho, we’re not going to let some two-bit rate chumps who come straight out of a Sons of Anarchy convention talks us down like we’re some freshmen herbs trying to get into a fraternity!

Billy: Because the only hazing that’s going to transpire is our size 11s up your butts!

Jimmy: That’s right ladies, he said size 11 (winks).

Billy: Dude, what was that supposed to mean?

Jimmy: (waves hand) Don’t worry about it. Anywho, what keeps us going is the love we have for this sport! We grew up watching the hardcore stuff from the late 90s, the indie craze of the 200s, and now we’re wrestlers in an age where our profession is treated more as a sport than a soap opera! It feels good to be working when the industry is as hot as it is right now!

Billy: We’re not Axl Willow, Shackleford, or any of these other names you dropped. We’re the real deal cuz.

Jimmy: You can drop the tough guy act because at the end of the day that’s all it is right? An act. We’re the real deal; we don't’ don’t let anyone or anything dictate how we should conduct ourselves in the squared circle. Wrestling is not about being the father of the year or having a love for violence. It’s about being good at it. We’re two super junior geniuses. The gods of wrestling have summoned us to EAW to show everyone how REAL tag team wrestling is done.

Billy: So quit guessing what’s in our heads, because while you’re trying to psychoanalyze us…

Jimmy: We’ll be kicking your faces in.

Billy: Analyze THIS!

(The Wild Boys perform a double superkick at the camera)

It's Christmas.  The Santa was Coming into The Town. He'd give The Kids and Adults Presents If, They're Very Good.  The Naughty List is Usually Different Though.  Most People have Lot of Christmas Spirit because It's one of their Favorite Holidays.


I really Love Another Holidays like Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years and Much More. It's very Good Holidays  to have Good Family Time and Sports Games. You always Gift that, You always get a Gift on Christmas as well.  

I'm  very Good at the moment.   It's always awesome to enjoy Everything.  I'm really sure that, The Roster are enjoying themselves Right Now. They're having very Good Time with The Family. I'll do the same  then After that, I'll be going back into the Gym to be good Shape. Nobody really wants Excuses from their Opponents. I'm keep it to myself Right Now!

A poor EAW intern was knocked off her feet, when the large double doors to the voltage arena burst open. Several armed men quickly made their way through, kicking over cards, and breaking their way back stage. Sadly, due to the awards show happening at the same time, they were able to get to the back locker rooms relatively unharmed.

“Alright, spread out, grab any shit you want, and find the Voltage truck!” the lead goon said as they quickly fanned out. Two of them immediately broke open the fridge, others took paintings and other decorations off the walls, and another one started to raid the lockers. As he opened the lockers, he was disappointed to find the elitists had taken most of their equipment home with them, until he spotted an open locker. Quickly whipping the door open, he was surprised when Sinister Ace lurched out of the locker, grabbing him by the neck, and tossing him into the opposing sets of lockers.

“Merry Christmas Dickheads!” Ace yelled, as he delivered a big boot to another goon, sending them scattering like rats. “Where do you think you’re going!” he grabbed one by the back of his shirt, irish whipping him across the locker room into the tile walls of the showers. As he bolted out, after the fleeing thugs, he spotted them around 30ft ahead of him.

Turning a corner, they had vanished, heading into the voltage break room. Ace charged in after them, seeing they were nowhere to be found. “Oh, come on!” he gazed around, seeing 3 different exits, “Shit…..uh, Hey, O’hara!” Ace called over to Jamie O’hara, who leaned over from the longue chair he was on, raising an eyebrow.

“A bunch of thugs ran in here, screaming generic villain dialogue, you see where they went?”.
The World Heavyweight Champion jutted a thumb to a door to the far back corner of the room. “Ah, thanks man”, Ace promptly bolted through the door after them. Jamie returned to watching the awards show, shaking his head, “Dumb Cunts….”.

---

“There it is!” the leader of the group yelled as the large Semi Truck, a voltage logo plastered on the side could be seen in the loading area. “Jack that shit, let’s go!”. The goons quickly jumped off the platform, beating up, and mugging all of the workers trying to load any excess presents onto the truck. As a whole host of them piled in the back, the leader of the goons quickly climbed up to the driver's seat of the truck.

However as he opened the door, he found himself grabbed by the throat, and tossed off the truck back onto the concrete. The Revenant dropped down out of the driver seat,  “Hello boys…..”. As some of the men charged him, he grabbed a large trash can, spinning and throwing it, knocking 2 of the men off their feet. Sinister Ace soon came bolting through the door, as he helped his tag team partner finish off the remaining members with a vicious double clothesline to two of them.

The leading thug attempted to crawl away, only to find himself shot with a taser before he could reach the door. Ace and Revenant looked, to see Bo Maro drop the Taser on the ground, dusting off his hands. “I think we stopped them”, “Just about. So is that it then?”.

Maro looked on the tracker device for the truck, “Drat, these weren’t the same men. It says the truck just left the New York”. “You’ve got to be fuckin kidding me”. The Revenant looked around to see one of the thugs on the ground still conscious, “Ace, bring your car around”. “Why?”, “You’ll see” he said cryptically as he strolled over, flipping the man right side up. “Where is Oyabun Gin?”, The man coughed, “screw you…..”.

With a single swing The Revenant broke the man’s nose. “Where…...is Oyabun Gin?”. “I said….Scre-” The man found some of his teeth broken as The Revenant delivered punch to the man’s mouth mid sentence. As he grasped his mouth in pain, Ace pulled up his car, as The Revenant dropped the man down infront of it, placing his head near the front tire.

“WHERE IS YOUR BOSS?!?!”.


The man grabbed at The Revenant’s boot, now planted on his chest to keep him in place. “yYOu B-rok by fuqin’ teefff”. “I’m about to break alot more, if you don’t tell me where you fucks took those FUCKING CHARITY GIFTS, Now TELL ME!”. Ace revved his engine, driving the car ever so slightly forward pressing the tire against the man’s head. He stuck his head out the window, “Dude I’d tell him right about how”.

“I’LL BE PLAYING ACE AND CAMERON AVA’S CHRISTMAS REMIX ALBUMN AT YOUR CLOSED CASKET FUNERAL, IF YOU DON’T SAY WHERE THE FUCK THAT MIDCARDER IS!”.

“MiNNEOPALIS, MINNISODA!”. The Revenant held a hand up as Ace pulled back, turning the car off. “Why all the way that fucking far out west?!”, through some more coughs, he responded. “It’s because, his vengeance will take place where he was wronged…..”. The Revenant sighed, grabbing his temple, “What?”. “They’re heading on a path back to the arena where Frontline was”.

The man continued to try and pry off The Revenant’s boot, “waht da Fuq’s Wrong wiff U mann?!”. “We’re an MMA Zombie and a golden glove boxer, trying to recover presents from a chairty drive for children that you stole, what’s wrong with you”. The man didn’t have any time to answer as The Revenant knocked him out with a curbstomp, climbing into the passenger seat of Ace’s car.

“Aight Bo where we going next?”. “Any EAW Facilities on the way to Minneapolis?”. “Well Empire does have a place in Chicago they’re heading towards”. “Eeeeeey, you home town!!”. “Shit”, “can you show me where your MMA gym was at, where you used to train like Rockey-”, “You gonna drive, or do I have to walk back to Chiraq?”.

Ace quickly kicked the car into reverse, as they drove off on the long road westward”.

(To be continued…… like tomorrow since christmas is 5 days away)
Writers note: This is not part of the usual promos, it's a disconnected, however still for some reason keyfabe canon misadventure. Merry christmas, enjoy the banter.