*The Aces Of Spades logo Fades into an angry Sinister Ace and Bo Maro arguing in a car on their way into their apartment complex*

a frustrated Sinister Ace yells at Bo Maro," WHAT THE FUCK!?!? This is complete bullshi-".

"Just drive and then we'll get some rest," says a calm Bo Maro

Sinister Ace yells, "You expect me to get rest on the wheel?", "I would've beaten Lang if it wasn't for MJ's dickheads distracting me. 

" Well... They are dickheads. But, you need to calm down", says Bo Maro

"Fine, I'll drop us off at my family apartment complex and you'll rest in the basement again," says Sinister Ace

 "Why are you not dropping me off?", says a puzzled Bo Maro.

"I'm not in the fucking mood to drive a long time for your home in New York", says a tedious Sinister Ace

"Fine...", says Bo Maro

*A black screen fades into a tedious Sinister Ace and Bo Maro at the NEO wrestling promo room*

"You will have a twenty-minute time limit to promo against one of our biggest stars in NEO, The Revenant," says the promo director.

"Just give me like five minutes to talk to Bo Maro," says Sinister Ace"

"What do you want?. You got to promo against The Revenant". says Bo Maro

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me that my upcoming match against The Revenant was a No Hold Barred?".

Bo Maro whispers into Sinister Ace's ears, "You were pretty angry yesterday, I figured that if I asked Lioncross to make the match a No Holds Barred, you would use your angriness to wreak havoc on The Revenant".

"You know what, It would've been nice if you just asked me for consent, but I get your point", Sinister Ace whispers.

Sinister Ace walks to the NEO promo director, "Ok, I'm ready".

"Ok, walk over there and do your thing". the NEO promo director directs.

An NEO wrestling employee yells, "ACTION'. 

*Sinister ACE faces the camera and starts his promo*

Well... Well... Well... Look who's been grabbing my attention for the past few weeks. This person has been sending multiple men to manipulate me. The first time, he decided to throw a party in the catering area and distract me in my match against Shimmer. I considered that as a frustration attack for the cause of jealousy. The second time, the same guy sends his friends to attack me in an interview. The third time, the same group of people decided to walk their selves into a reburial by attempting to break into my locker room. THAT was the last straw. Malcolm Jones..... It's time you step out of the dark shadow and show your face. I've had enough and enough and ENOUGH. Keep sending your boys to do your dirty work, I'll knock them down. You know what? I sense a feeling. I sense fear from dear Malcolm Jones. Are you scared, MJ? Are you just another Michael Jordan or Michael Jackson reject who is wrongfully proclaimed as the next greatest of all time of EAW. Keep hiding in your shadows, I'll just pluck you from your shadow of insecurity and handle it from there. But, firstly we have a man named The Revenant blocking my direction to Malcolm Jones. The man who has been as unsuccessful as me in the past few weeks. But, not as unsuccessful as squandering an opportunity to advance in his career. But, he's trying best to bounce back into success. I'm afraid it's not that easy, as I have experienced myself. However, I am not as dumb as squandering a chance to win a match. Such as last Wednesday. A tag team match where The Revenant and self-proclaimed "Mr. Main Event" went up against Shark Man and Florida Man. I mean, that sounds like a good quality match? Especially when it has two morons against two low-budget superheroes. Did he squander his winning efforts by spearing his own tag partner in half because of a low blow? Yes, it's very controversial, you see. The Revenant speared Osamu because he does not support cheating. Very good reason, but he could've just won the match then kick Osamu's ass afterwards. However, it's The Revenant's nonsensical nervous system telling him to do that. His opinion, his perspective, none of my business. You see, I got a text message from Lioncross a few hours ago that the match had a No Holds Barred stipulation due to a request of Bo Maro and others. Which means, no more bullshit, no more cheating, no more run-ins right? Exactly yes, but no. The most important no for you is the chance to win. You exactly have zero percentage of winning in that match, you know why? I am going to wreak havoc on you. YOU. THE REVENANT. The self-proclaimed "Greatest Heavyweight MMA fighter in the world" and the "Greatest boxer in the world" will collide with each other. However, the collision will lead to The Revenant on the ground. Puzzled and beaten up because he's gotten his ass handed to him. That would've happened to you before but Shackleford and Ryo Nakahara decided to fuck me over but it doesn't matter. Even if someone gets involved, nothing will happen in the decision. The only thing I will confess is that I believe you are a nonsensical bastard who wasted opportunities. Feel free to suffer from my destruction on Wednesday. You're not gonna waste opportunities, you're going to waste donated blood in hospitals. 

"There we go, I'm done", says Sinister Ace.

"Well, that was sixteen minutes and twenty-four seconds long, great promo dude, we'll text you when The Revenant promos again, have a great time," says the NEO promo director".

*The EAW Network stream fades into a commercial.*

(The camera opens to Your friendly neighborhood Wild Boys, Billy and Jimmy walking through the hallways of the EAW Performance Center in New Jersey.)

Jimmy: Okay, okay, okay. I got it: Duck Tales or Darkwing Duck? 

Billy: You’re kidding me right?! Duck Tales is the OG show! I mean it had everything: comedy, adventure, romance, horror, etc. It’s the Y2Impact of cartoons: it’s the most complete package in its genre!

Jimmy: But Darkwing Duck had intrigued! The storyline was underrated too! The plot was darker than anyone expected it to be!

Billy: Listen, until you put Duck Tales against a real show like Talespin, don’t come at me with that weak sauce- hey!

(The Wild Boys spot their sensei, Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda looking at her phone, while standing in front of Ashten Cross’ office.)

Wild Boys: Master Splinter!

(Stephanie looks up and immediately you can see the look of dread on her face)

Stephanie: (mutters) Not these douchebags-

Jimmy: What was that sensei?

Stephanie: Nothing. (sighs) So what brings you guys here?

(The Wild Boys laugh and shake their heads)

Billy: We train here sensei! Pray tell - what brings you here?

Stephanie: I was having a meeting with Ashten Cross about sending some scouts to my grym-

Jimmy: (gasp) You’re already trying to replace us!?

Stephanie: (rolls her eyes) You do realize I have more students than you guys, right?

Billy: (grins) But we were your ‘first’ Cloudy.
Stephanie: Technically speaking, Tiffany Santana was my first, followed by Serenity and Jocelyn-

Jimmy: Okay! We get it, we get it! But, we graduated from your dojo first!

(The Wild Boys give cheesey smiles)

Stephanie: Fine, I’ll give you guys that. Anyway, I hear you’re about to have your first match on NEO next week. Who you’re facing?

(Billy and Jimmy look at each other, and back at Stephanie)

Billy: A shark and the entire state of Florida.

Stephanie: Huh?

Jimmy: We were just as confused as you at first, but then we realized  something - our real opponents are giant metaphors for something greater.

Stephanie: And that is…?

Billy: Well, Florida Man - or as I like to call him Flo-Rida Man is the embodiment of everything the ‘good’ State of Florida stands for - drunken fools who are a shell of their former self. Florida Man used to be somebody - until he moved to the bowels of America and is now a victim of his own delusions. Somehow - I’m still wondering - he made it into NEO. Either EAW has set the bar so low that even wanna be superheroes are let in, or he somehow slipped through the cracks.

Jimmy: And as for Shark Man? He’s so devoid of charisma that he has to pretend to be a shark to convince himself that he’s interesting. I’m also sure that he looks hideous underneath that mask! 

Billy: Is this who we’re set up against? We’re the Superkick Kings of Pro Wrestling! We are legends in the making! 

Jimmy: We fight as one, the ultimate duo in tag team wrestling!

Billy: We know each other so well that we can read each other’s minds! Jimmy! What am I thinking about right now? Quick!

Jimmy: Cameron Ella Ava.

Billy: Bingo! And what’s coming to mind?

Jimmy: Things that no good christian boy should be thinking ABOUT

Billy: And what are we my brother?

Jimmy: Good. Christian. Boys,

Billy: Hallelujah!

(The Wild boys walk off consumed with their own ideas at this point)

Stephanie: I so regret taking those guys in.

Oh Steven, oh Steven, Steven, Steven. You really are messing with the wrong man. You underestimate me, you really do. There’s a reason I’m in EAW at this early stage of my career, and there’s a reason it took you 20 years to even arrive in the developmental show of EAW.

You’re right, not many people have heard of me, but I’ve only been wrestling a year, you’ve been wrestling for 20 years, and who’s heard of you? No-one. Not one person knew who you were when you signed for EAW. Does that bother you, Steven? That after 20 years of being in wrestling no one knows you at all, does it bother you that maybe you were known before EAW, but after you got here no one knew who you were? Hell, even after 20 years you never made it to NEO, never mind EAW. Your career has been a massive waste of time, so what I’m going to suggest is you retire, go home and cry your little eyes and just think of how much a failure your wrestling career has been.

And, oh Steven, I never claimed I didn’t care about championships, of course I care about them, but I take more pleasure in ripping people apart in the ring, and sure championships come with that. But nothing, and I mean nothing brings me more joy than watching someone begging for me to stop brutalising him, begging me to let all the pain stop and me just continuing to brutalise and victimise.

You claim that I’ve been ‘popping pills’, if you seriously look at me and believe that, then you are nothing short of delusional, or is that just your way of trying to get under my skin? Hell, it won’t work with me; you will never get under my skin. You want to know why that is? Because you can use all your little insults and all your little jabs but when you step in the ring with me, you’re going to realise that I’m just a man, I’m not going to plaster myself as ‘The Franchise’ and make some cute little entrance. Because come Wednesday, you’re going to realise that when you step in the ring with me your cute little insults will mean nothing, the only thing that will mean anything is me and you, man to man, face to face. You want to call yourself the future of EAW, well if we are calling ourselves cute little nicknames, after Wednesday everyone will be calling me ‘the man who ended the Franchises career.’

The thing is, I only said ‘maybe’ I was going to break your arm, or ‘maybe’ I was going to piledrive your head into the ground because I wasn’t sure exactly what kind of man I was dealing with come Wednesday, but now I know exactly who you are, a little scared man who hides behind his insults. Now I know exactly what I’m going to do Wednesday. It will be coming to the end of the match, you will be battered and bruised, you will have nothing else to give, you will not be able to get up, and all of a sudden, just because I can, I’m going to grab your arm and place you in a kimura lock, tears will be streaming down your face, you will be begging me ‘JLM, no please, have mercy’ and I won’t give you any, I will snap your arm in half, breaking it in the process and I will leave you a broken man. You’ll realise your little insults won’t mean anything anymore, the only thing that will mean anything is me, standing over you laughing as you wish you’d have just given up and retired. You may be the veteran compared to me, but I am a god compared to you.

It’s time. It’s time for a change. It’s time for a revolution. It’s time for JLM.

Now for those of you who don’t know me, I won’t even bother with you. You are not worth my time. Now some people warned me, some people told me not to go to EAW when my contract in the independents was up. Those people were right. When I signed on the dotted line, I was told I would become an instant star. Now, I presumed what that meant was that I was going straight to the main roster, straight to the top. Obviously not. I was told a few days later that after singing my contract that I would have to go to NEO. Now how stupid do you have to be to put the best wrestler in the world onto NEO? I’ll tell you how stupid you’d have to be. Very fucking stupid. I don’t deserve to be on a B show like NEO, to be on a developmental show, the wrestlers in NEO don’t deserve to go head to head with the best wrestler in the world. Now I’ve been told that next Wednesday, I’m going to be facing Steven Sanders, another wrestler debuting on NEO.

Really, him? That is the last and only time I’m going to say his name because to be quite blunt about it, he’s not on my level, he’s not even on the level below me, he’s a complete and utterly useless waste of space who shouldn’t even be involved in the developmental branch of EAW, he shouldn’t even be involved in EAW at all. Sure he can cut a promo, and sure he may be able to get in the head of some wrestlers, but there’s one area that he fails in, and that’s the most important area of all and that’s his in ring ability. All I see in him is all talk, no action. He thinks that he’s the best, well I’ll tell you who the best is, and that’s me. JLM. All he wants is championships and to reach the very top of EAW, and all I want to do is rip people apart. You see, with me being a submission specialist and with my technical ability, you really think I should even be in the ring with him? No, I shouldn’t even be on the same show as him, never mind the same ring as him. I thought it was a joke when I was told I would go face to face with him, I laughed at it. Because that’s exactly what he is, a joke. Someone who thinks he can wrestle because he a can cut a half decent promo.

Well, let me tell you something. When I face you I’m going to rip you limb from limb. When you step in the ring with me, your body will be like my canvas, but instead of painting a beautiful little picture, I will destruct and decimate your body in whatever way I choose. Maybe, I’ll break one of your arms in a kimura lock, holding your arm tight behind your back and snapping it in half like a twig, or maybe I’ll take your body like a rag doll and piledrive your skull into the ground, sending shivers down your spine and shattering your skull and breaking your neck. Maybe I’ll do both, or maybe I’ll just break every single bone in your body. Because it’s what I do, I destroy bodies; I leave my opponents broken and afraid. You just happen to be the first one in EAW to experience JLM. I almost feel sorry for you, but I never take pity on my opponents, especially not someone as pathetic as you. If you had any brains about you, you wouldn’t even turn up Wednesday, because you know you’ll never be the same.

I welcome everyone in EAW to JLM, and most importantly, I welcome you all to hell.

(Florida Man is seen standing on the shore of a large lake, with two women standing a few feet away from him. A small trampoline is seen near the edge of the water, and a large alligator is seen idling in the lake. Our hero is trying to prove to the two lovely citizens that he is in fact a superhero, and in order to prove it once and for all, he will show that he can fly, and take on a vicious evil doer)

Florida Man: You two girls see that big sucker out there? That things about nine feet long, and a mean motherf**ker! What I'm gonna do, is show you two that I can fly in like Superman, and take that sumbitch on!

Girl 1: Are you drunk?

Florida Man: Not drunk! Just simply empowered by the great gift of an assload of tequila! Them Mexicans sure can make some nice liquor! So... you wanna see me fly?

(The two girls look at each other, and shurg)

Girl 2: Alright, lets see it.

(Our hero runs back from the trampoline to gain momentum, and then, runs toward the trampoline, before making an amazing leap. He lands right on the trampoline, and bounces into the air. Our hero flies through the air, and tumbles back to Earth, belly floping smack into the water, abour a foot away from the gator. The gator snaps at our hero as he surfaces, but otherwise swims away leaving our hero unharmed. He swims to shore, to meet the two women)

Florida Man: You see that? I flew and beat that little pu**y!

Girl 1: Oh my God, you're like a retarded Bam Margera!

Girl 2: And a little bit of Steve Irwin! It's kinda sexy...

Florida Man: (Laughs) Your compliments are appreciated fair citizens, and I'd be happy to show you what else my incredible powers can do, but first, I must address my audience!

(Florida Man turns to the camera)

Last week I was in a six man tag team match, teamed with two incredible competitors, and this week, I'm teaming up again with Shark Man. To be teamed with the Toughest Son of a Fish is great. By the way dude, you see how I defeated that gator out there? Them things are like... your competitors for lakes. You're welcome dude!

But anyway, now we're facing The Revenant and Osamu Arcichada. Now, Revenant and I, as he said, have similar goals here, to rid EAW of evil doers. I also just happen to want to make a sh*tload of money while I'm at it, cause being a normal superhero don't pay the bills. Revenant, I can respect you for what you're trying to accomplish here, and I don't expect you to just lie down and let Shark Man and me win. I sure as shit don't want a win like that on my record, I'd rather beat your ass fair and square. So don't you worry about nothing Revenant, we'll give you and Osamu our best, and you best give us your best. Oh, and I just want you to know, that no matter what happens tomorrow night, there's no hard feelings. Unless you try and hit me in the junk, then we're gonna have a problem!

(Florida Man then turns and addresses the two ladies)

Girl 1: You done?

Girl: Yeah, come on lets go!

Florida Man: Follow me back to the Floridamobile fair citizens, and I'll take you back to the Florida Cave!


(Our hero holds his arms out for the girls to take, and leads them back to the coveted Floridamobile, as the scene ends)

Mister Lang. My client here, Sinister Ace. He's been truly telling you a story the whole time. But, why? Why would he be "putting you to sleep" by taking his time out of his day for a storytime? It's an act of manipulation. Sinister Ace is already inside your head. The thing is... One of the most important matches you will have in EAW is the match tomorrow. The match is monumental for you. Your inaugural match in NEO wrestling and it's against my client, Sinister Ace. The whole time, Sinister Ace has been pulling out the pages of his book of manipulation and reading it out to you. But, me! MOI. I am going to pull out the factual book for you my sir. But first, let's get a few things out of the way. Daryl Kinkade. He's running and wandering around the land of NEO wrestling because he's asking for his own burial. On Sinister Ace's first night here, Daryl Kinkade was put up against him. He left the night in a losing effort. NEO: Frontline? Sinister Ace left the night in a losing effort because of a stupid, annoying dust mite that is Ryo Nakahara. You see, he's so confident from his NEO: Frontline win that he's challenging such a man like you.  But, here Lang The Irascible. Go put Daryl Kinkade back in his place that Sinister Ace originally put him in. Throw him back in the trash. Just, please. Many things you've said are completely right. Sinister Ace has a bright future... CHECK. Sinister Ace is better than most of the NEO wrestling locker room. CHECK. This piece of paper right here. Take a great look at this. A to-do list here in EAW. Every time I appear on the Aces Of Spades Show, I will sometimes reveal a few to-dos. Now, I already named a few, so yup. No to-dos now. Sinister Ace... Ace is the baddest man on the planet no matter what. You can exclaim him to be a fake-ass monster or a world-class excuse-making machine. He's a superstar. But not only just an NEO wrestling superstar. He is the superior star of NEO wrestling. This man brings everything unique to NEO wrestling and you damn as well respect it. Sinister Ace might not respect others in NEO, but it's because they decide to kick down the wrong boulder. Well, it's acknowledgeable that Sinister Ace complains a lot, but there's a reason behind that. He's sick and tired that people like Lioncross don't give him the respect he wants. Put him in a triple threat with people he already beat? BAD. Having Malcolm Jones hosting a stupid ass party? BADDER. As you see, MR. Lang. There are many reasons behind Sinister Ace's words. That leads to the infamous phrase. "Actions speak louder than words". That's one of the many reasons behind Ace's words. Actions speak louder than words because of you. Haven't made any vital action. You cover your blindsiding attacks with words but that doesn't prove anything. Keep talking and talking but, tomorrow, you will certainly not feel your debut. You will simply feel the end. The end, quite frankly. Is because you're heading into this match like a generic average match. But, the twist is. It's not that type of match. It's a match where you my friend, will fall down because Lioncross fast-tracked you, into the wrong direction. That direction. Is to a pummeling ass beating by yours truly. Sinister Ace. Well, Sinister Ace and I will see you on Wednesday. Good luck. You'll need it.

I'm in My Film Room for Studying all the Wrestlers in Locker Room. I'm also watching their own Moves. You're wondering If, I'm watch my Opponent this week? Of Course. I know It's The First time. I'm exactly Right.  

Last Week I was teaming up with Shark Man and Florida Man for Defeating Derk Diggler, Abelard Becker and Ryo Nakahara. I'd said We'd win this match and We really did.  Actually, It's Six Man Tag Match not a One on One match.  

I'd never won a single match. This is My Opportunity to keep This Momentum into Wednesday Night. I'll Face Richard Dweck this week. I'm sure that, Someone got some Martial Arts and Boxing Skills. He also got Very Impressive Moves. I know a Fact Someone will have a Great Performance on Wednesday Night. 

I'd said for Weeks. Woogieman's not going to fall into any Traps. I'll not sleep on My Opponent. I need to be Careful because This could be a Trap Game. I'd seen it Before about Another Wrestlers for never done their Homework. It's also The Same about NFL Football Game like Seattle Seahawks were Sleeping on Deshaun Watson because He's a Rookie. They're Overwhelmed That Game. They didn't expected it from The Rookie. I'll be Ready and I really wanted my Opponent to bring his A Game.

Impact. One of the many ways to get people well-known and non-forgettable. My impact here was setting a statement here in NEO wrestling. I walked into here with a positive mindset and moral believing I was best. Everyone else walked into NEO wrestling with those attributes but for many various reasons too. Ever since I walked into NEO wrestling, I was unstoppable. Daryl Kinkade - who was my inaugural professional wrestling opponent - walked into NEO wrestling to inspire the generation of youth and adolescents who didn't fit in today's society. The Revenant walked into NEO wrestling for a purpose of destroying the chances of corruption, corporate manipulation, and injustice performed by not only the higher-ups, but wrestlers, competitors, and others. Ryo Nakahara,  he walked into NEO wrestling taking advantage of his current prime professional wrestling state by settling in the biggest promotion in the world, EAW. Malcolm Jones walked into NEO wrestling to prove the critics wrong, to prove to everyone he is the top competitor. Those very people are paving the way for my road to devastation. Pinfall, after pinfall, after pinfall, after pinfall, That is my impact. My impact was making a statement by beating the likes of Daryl Kinkade, Ryo Nakahara, The Revenant, and soonly Malcolm Jones and Lang The Irascible.   Once someone steps in the ring for me, they will never see the sun again because the only thing above they'll be seeing is the ceiling while they're lying on a hospital bed.  

The only reason I am saying this is because everyone is overlooking me. Everyone is believing me to be an afterthought. While everyone is focusing on the cries of The Revenant, Malcolm Jones' parties, Daryl Kinkade's undeserving success, and Lang the Irascible's  blindsiding attacks. I am proclaimed as an afterthought. Everyone predicted that Daryl Kinkade would win, they betted their hard-earned cash on him! The only thing is, Daryl Kinkade is a loser. He's not winning anything. He pinned a freelancing Japanese guy, so what? He didn't and never will pin my shoulders down for the infamous three count. He is getting himself into an unbalanced equation by standing up to Lang the Irascible. That's why he's not an afterthought. People are nonsensically describing him as a winner. WELL, EAW Universe. Look in my fuckin' eyes, because I am NOT A DAMN AFTERTHOUGHT. Years, and years, and years of hard-earned boxing experience, and I am an AFTERTHOUGHT? Especially, my damn boxing career. I may as well won championships in a YMCA gym, but that led me to be signed to the NEO wrestling brand. I can't explain how many idiots proclaimed my boxing career as a rejected, horrible, and failed career. For the hundredth time, don't overlook my boxing career because when you disrespect my boxing career and me. You will have to back up those words in the middle of the squared circle.  I am not a failure, I AM NOT A DISGRACE, I AM NOT A DAMN AFTERTHOUGHT, I AM NOT CERTAINLY A REJECTION, I AM FUCKIN'  SINISTER ACE! 

Now, let's talk about Wednesday. The day where I am taking on Lang The Irascible.  It's his damn debut, the most important match in his career. You know, like many people, I was in his situation before. The rusty, bad guy who would say he would force distraction upon the opposing. But, what makes him stand out. A thug from Texas, nope. A big, bad wolf, nope. He blindsidingly attacked people. I must say, what a way to debut right? Even though I have a grudge against Daryl Kinkade and me, what said to you was pretty much true. "You're a coward", "You can't walk the walk", very kind words from Daryl Kinkade. What do you do to defend them? You defend them by trying to clear the smoggy mirror with words.  You say that you blindside people because you think it would be better than you dismantling them in a one on one wrestling match? Words don't determine anything. You can walk into here believing your the baddest man here, but you aren't. I am.  Blindside attacks don't determine anything. The only thing your succeeding is hurting people, which is your motivation here in NEO wrestling. But, you're not going to hurt me. You're hard-hitting words don't even hurt me at all. The only thing you're going to hurt on Wednesday is yourself. Your hard head will walk into this match on an idiotical mindset and will walk into a losing effort. 

Well, that's it for today's episode. Thanks for stopping by on the EAW Network special, The Aces Of Spades Show. Next episode, Bo Maro is coming back. Lang, good luck. You'll need it.

Hey Revenant, let me said this to you: Both you and Osamu are Cry Baby Bitches.

You both really wasted your air time by complaining about how did Axl Willow, Azrael, and Ryan Wilson got called up to the main roster and truth to be told: you both are annoying son of fishes. I don’t give a crap where I am at, be it on NEO, one of the main Brands, or The Deep Blue Sea, all I want is just to fry some of ugly fishes like you and Osamu. I believe Florida Man would love to do the same thing. Let me clear things first: I’m not a God damn Superhero. I’m a Shark Man, The World’s Toughest Son of a Fish that has arrived on NEO. As for Florida Man...well a’right, he’s a Superhero. But here’s the thing Revenant, despite Florida Man and I are different, we can be on the same page and we can work as a team together. We barely talk backstage, but we still can kick some huffy puffy ass together. You and Osamu are great wrestlers, you both can even be a great unit, but we won’t let you win. All we gotta do is kicking you both in the ass.

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