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(It’s moments after Jaywalker comes out from the curtains into the backstage area at Midsummer Massacre with an empty look on his face. There’s a whole lot of commotion and gossip, two backstage personnel in particular are seated on cargo boxes with a card game and one with a big stack of winnings beside him. The one with the big stack of winnings begins talking to loudly however and begins being heard.)

Man 1: Well whaddya know, he actually lost. Serves him right, some people don’t take being able to live their dreams seriously enough.

Man 2: Shh! He can hear you….

(Jaywalker looks in their direction and man 2 starts sweating bullets and hides behind man 1 who just smirks back and then decides to laugh with his hand blocking his mouth. Jaywalker ignores him after a glance and just looks to the ceiling in disbelief. The second man peaks out from behind the other,)

Man 2: …….He looks sort of subdued, maybe I could get an actual interview?

Man 1: He’s out of here, what’s the point?

Man 2: Are you kidding T.J? He’s wrestling’s biggest free agent! Last time he left he went to LEGION to be champion, the dirt sheets would kill for a story to know if he’s going to do something or if he’s done for good. Maybe even E-fed zone would. I see cash making news, and I’m going to break the story first!

(The second man quickly makes his way to Jaywalker with a notepad and begins asking him questions while Jaywalker doesn’t pay him any mind.)

Man 2: Jaywalker your career has been ended in such a heart crushing moment, what will you do now? Any thoughts on Cameron? Do you have anything to say to your fans? How about the championship you created being wielded by someone else? Wait maybe I should have asked if you were willing to give me some time….uh, hey Jay?

(The second man realizes he was talking too much and begins to feel awkward. Jaywalker continues to look at the ceiling but says his first words. )

Jaywalker: Impossible.

Man 2: Uh are you alright?

Jaywalker: What happened……..that couldn’t have happened. There’s no way I lost.

Man 2: Well actually she kinda kicked you in the jaw and took the title so….

Jaywalker: What is it that I lack? I don’t get it. I’m the epicenter of the world, I trailblazed through uncharted valleys and I mastered every single thing that this company could ask of me to. Could it be God actually exists? Or is simply having faith in something you fight for real or fake strong enough to able to achieve miracles?

Man 2: Well IDK anything abou---

(Jaywalker looks down from the ceiling and stares at the staff member before him.)

Jaywalker: Who are you?

Man 2: Ah, Joseph Anubis sir, I work here, we’ve met before, well if forcing me to carry your bags to your locker room counts….

Jaywalker: Joseph Anubis, I’ll remember that kid.

(Jaywalker rubs the man’s hair and walks away without another word, and then the first man comes beside the second.)

Man 1: Big shot didn’t give you the time of day did he? We’ve met the guy a thousand times working here and he doesn’t even take the time to remember anyone…not his seamstress, not the catering crew, nobody. That bastard thinks he’s so cool!

Man 2: He, he, he acknowledged me for the first time! He even touched me! I knew he wasn’t so bad.! I’ll find him one day, I’m sure he’s got something I can report!

(Man 1 facepalms while Man 2 is overcome with emotion and dedication at getting to Jaywalker later. The scene moves to where Jaywalker went.)

(Jaywalker is outside in the dark of night going towards his tour bus parked on the side of a road. There are crows watching him from on top of power lines and when unlocks his tour bus with his remote the birds all fly off into the distance as Jaywalker watches them and the camera goes black.)

(In the evening in front of a pub Joseph Anubis is breathing hard nervous and sweating writing on his notepad of notes.)

Today my search for Jaywalker continues and I’ve followed my leads to the point I’ve come across this bar quite a shocker considering I thought Jaywalker dropped his alcohol addiction, did he perhaps relapse? I have to go in and find out, but I hate dealing with drunk people…..Drunks are volatile which means they can get violent, I feel like I made the wrong choice today, I think I might have found it safer just sticking with TJ in the Cleopatra situation no matter how scary she is…no, I didn’t choose today to get this done because I wanted to avoid Cleo, I just want to be the first person to break the news on Jaywalker, that has to be it! TJ…he’ll…..he’ll…he will be okay without me, I just know it! Maybe I can just skip out on both ordeals and say I got backed up in work since efedzone is expanding or had to think really REALLY hard on MVE this week…TJ would never buy that, that’s pathetic anyways, I’m a man! A man doesn’t back down, I’m going in!

(Anubis takes a deep breath to build up his courage and then bursts the door open with all his might and masks a stern look upon his face. Of course nobody takes note, they’re at a pub looking for a good time. Joseph scans the room and ever the awkward socially inept kind of person he is cuts in the middle of a man and a very drunk woman seated at stools next to each other, pulling out of picture of Jaywalker.)

Anubis: Hey none of you would have happened to see this g-

Man: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING, CAN’T YOU SEE WE’RE ENJOYING EACH OTHER’S COMPANY?!

Drunk woman(giggling and not all there completely drunk and maybe even had something in her drink from the man): Is this dweeb a friend of yours?

Man(Getting madder at Anubis): SCRAM!

(Anubis immediately backs off and leaves the man taking advantage of the woman’s drunken state alone.  Picking his spot to be a singular person this time he approaches a middle aged man in a hood and inquires about Jaywalker.)

Anubis: If you wouldn’t mind, could you tell me if you’ve seen this guy?
Hooded man: …………………

Anubis: Uh, he might go by the name Jaywalker, I doubt that’s his original real name but it’s like one of those Metta World Peace things, sort of.

Hooded man: Do you have a warrant?

Anubis: Wh, what did you say?

Hooded man: I said do you have a warrant you bitch ass cop?

Anubis: Wait, I’m not a cop….I’m not sure warrants are even needed to ask questions for them..

Hooded man: You cops sure got some nerve. What did that man you’re looking for do? Huh judging by the codename I bet he was just jaywalking instead of doing a real crime, but you corrupt pigs are always out to ruin people’s live, shooting innocent children, looking up parents and all sorts of people just living their lives instead of the real criminals who run the country! Get out of here! Guys we got a cop here.

Anubis: I think we’ve got a complete misunderstanding!
Hooded man(getting louder): I said, WE GOT A COP IN HERE.  A CORRUPT COP!

(A few men start to rise and look at Anubis direction and Anubis runs to the opposite end of the bar and tries to regain his cool. He spots an oddly placed business woman slapping around a few juveniles on a pool table.)

Business woman: You good for nothing brats! When an adult asks you a question you answer properly, understand?!

Boys: Yes, yes ma’am.

Business woman: Have-you-seen-mis-ter-Jay-walker?

Boys: No, we just got here!
Business woman: Useless. Get out of here, and I better never find you underage punks in a place like this again!

(The kids run out of the pub and she turns to notice Anubis staring at her and the fact he has a Jaywalker photo in his hand, when her eyebrows crease Anubis tries to escape to no avail as she catches him by the wrist.)

Business woman: Where is he and who are you?

Anubis: I’m…I’m the guy who will break the story of Jaywalker first and I’m not going to help you with anything! There nothing you can do to intimidate me, this is my story, my lead!

Business woman: Excuse me? (Begins digging nails deep into wrist.)

Anubis: I’m sorry.

Business woman: Just tell me where he is. I’m not out for any stupid story, I’m Rebecca Lee, a vice president of JaywalkerInc, and Jaywalker has been missing.  You appear too dimwitted to know where he is, worse yet you’re probably from that idiotic industry of men and women in tights doing pathetic circus acts for attention!

Anubis: How, how can you say that, Jaywalker is one of those people! He loves this industry! EAW is a global entertainment powerhouse and both Jaywalker and EAW should be respected for what they offer fans worldwide, as an EAW original Jaywalker took his duties seriously! And, he noticed me, the first star to act like I exist in EAW!

Lee: What do I care if he “noticed” you? Everything you else you said about his bond with that shithole EAW is a stain on an otherwise perfect man, I never forget! Such a filthy sport he wastes himself on when his mind should be focused solely on this company! He’s always parading JaywalkerInc employees to drive his tour busses and play along with his stupid skits with women who violate our dress code, it’s an insult to our image, we are not a company of scandalous women and glorified male butlers, we are some of the most educated people in the world. The only reason I tolerate all this is because his stupid fans bring in extra revenue because they adore the Jaywalker name. But now Jaywalker is missing, and we need him, if not for his brain, at least so that we have our mascot. Well since this is a waste of time, I’ll just lock his funds and credit cards until he returns to us.

(Having given up on the search Lee storms off. Anubis almost gives up too and considers the day a loss before a female bartender calls for him.)

Bartender: He wasn’t looking as clean as he does in your photo, but Jaywalker was definitely here.
Anubis: Really? Did you talk to him?

Bartender: Yep. Troubled drinkers tend to us bartenders a lot about themselves when they’re down in the dumps, and he was REALLY at a loss of heart about losing at that MSM event. He’s taken up gambling at casinos to pass the time, though he wasn’t getting many wins from it a guy like him will probably keep it up, check around hot gambling spots to find him.

Anubis: Thank you for the help.

Bartender: Would you like a drink yourself?

Anubis: No thanks.

(She nods at him with a smile and Anubis takes his leave from the pub back to the outside writing on his notepad.)

Gambling?! I can’t believe Jaywalker of all people would fall into that area, he’s too smart to fall for that scam! This is more than about giving fans a good news story and myself rising through the ranks, Jaywalker needs my help, no man gets left behind like that! But for now I have to return to my friends at EAW and do my job.

(Anubis puts away his notes and walks as the camera goes black.)

(Joseph Anubis is seen swaying from left to right while seated on a stool inside a fancy casino. Despite his state he seems to still be writing well and jotting down notes.)

Suddenly today my leads have magically went somewhere, almost like I just magically had the spare time to continue! It’s been a good time, my pal Tiberius finally got a contract, I haven’t had to see Kaki for a while and shows are back on track to the point I can write my column without incident now, not to mention that great party we just had to celebrate TJ getting his contract. And ha, he said it wouldn’t be a good idea to go out drunk trying to work, he doesn’t know jack shit, a true reporter can do his job under any circumstance! Oh someone’s coming up to me.

(Just then a young Native American appears dressed in worker clothes, appearing troubled and desperate.)

Casino staff member: Sir, the man you’ve been looking for hasn’t been here, I can assure you of that.

Anubis: Huh? Is that so, or is it that you guys just don’t want me to get my story! Everyone says they’ve seen Jaywalker’s tour bus around this area and this is the only casino anywhere close buddy, you can’t pull a con over me!

Casino staff member: Please sir…….

Anubis: Don’t pl---(Joseph Anubis stands up and runs to the boys room to throw up.)

(Just then an unkempt Jaywalker appears on the scene, driven down to a disheveled state after months of being on the road living the life of a disgraced vagabond who knows only of drinking and gambling off his riches from place to place. Jaywalker is making his way to a roulette table when the staff member that was talking to Anubis runs over to him, blocking his way.)

Casino staff member: Master Jaywalker! You can’t stay here, bad people are looking for you! There was a guy just moments ago telling me about how he was going to take your life.

Jaywalker:………My life has already been stolen from me.

Casino staff member: Those EAW guys are dangerous!

Jaywalker: EAW?!!! Don’t say that name in front of me, I haven’t watched or heard of that product in months! And nobody from EAW dangerous you moron!  I was the most dangerous man there until some bitch took my title! MY GLORIOUS HALL OF FAME CHAMPIONSHIP! IT WAS MINE, MY TITLE! The whole place was going soft anyway, soft I tell ya, I wouldn’t be surprised if even with my vocal support of DDD on my last Dynasty appearance that they all still rallied behind that punk kid Zack Crash. Hell, Crash most likely runs the place by now after all his posing, and if not it’ll only be a matter of time until he whines his way there. Well fuck em, I hope Crash skull fucks each and every single one of em when he’s done! Now enough, let me make my bet in peace.

Casino staff member: But high Chief Cheveyo says your credit card was declined. And no American swine, let alone their disgusting Canadian cousins, will steal from our people again.

Jaywalker: Tell your “chief” that my funds would never run dry, actually forget it. Take me to him instead I’ll deal with it much quicker.

Casino staff member: Understood. Follow me then.

(Jaywalker is brought to an office, unlike the rest of the casino the office is decorated in old fashion Native style with animal images and such cultural influences. Still there is a desk, with a lady sitting back to the camera facing an middle aged Native man who looks at Jay as he comes in, none other than Chief Cheveyo.)

Casino staff member: I brought him Chief.

Chief Cheveyo: Very well you have, you are dismissed boy. Now man titled “Jaywalker” I believe you and I both know that there is no true lack of white devil currency to call your own, but my people and the earth are one of mind without need of such hollow boons!

Jaywalker: HA! Is that why you run a casino? Save me the silly stories, you love money just as much as the next guy.

(The Chief ignores him.)

Chief Cheveyo: You who once conquered over the pathetic American Dream and the Heart Break Boy’s pious devotion to a false god, eventually fell before them because while dispelling their faith you fought without any faith in anything yourself! You should of proven to the world that there is only one God, and it not some man in the sky, but instead a Mother we hurt each and every day around, this very earth is our God. Do you not understand? The ways of Mother Nature exists in all things, no land can be forever made barren! When you uprooted their corruption influence from the soil and refused to plant seeds of your own you allowed their false ideals to take root once more, and once their seeds grew above ground once more they were able to take you down!  Now you are before me as a jay with clipped wings. You wish to know why I run this casino? It is because they can never get rid of us, even the most wild of beasts, from wolves to great elks, adapts to man’s wrong doing to survive, it is a simple task for me to adapt to the white devil, not to be submerged in its ways but dabble in them so I can maintain what is left of my customs and the spirit that men like you have lost touch with.

Jaywalker: I have no interest in anything you have to say. Least of all, anything about my past life that is EAW. People talk all sorts of mumbo jumbo, but the only thing I’ve ever needed is the power of my fists and the cunning of my mind.
Chief Cheveyo: The young lady said that might be your response.

(The woman rotates her chair to face Jaywalker and greets him with a warm yet wicked dark-purple lipped smile. It is Jaspora dressed in a Nepali sari dress of purple and gold. Jaywalker looks on baffled and enraged.)

Jaywalker: You….you bitch wh-

Jaspora: Shh. Shh. Shh. That’s no way to speak to someone you haven’t seen in a look time, just because you haven’t shaven in what appears to be months does not mean you get to act like a caveman, perhaps you need to be re-educated in manners, shouldn’t he hun?

(Suddenly from behind a large towering man appears and Jaywalker gets picked up like a rag doll and thrown into the wall with massive force that renders him unconscious. It is Gunkai Riggs, as ever the mountain as he always has been. Jaspora comes over and places her hand on Jay’s cheek laughing.)

Jaspora: Awww, see that is what happens when you make me unpleased with you.

(Tribal themed men and women begin to entering the room and take Jaywalker’s unconscious body away.)

Chief Cheveyo: I will make sure he shall be man reborn.

Jaspora. Oh I trust you will, for your sake. I heard you were quite the miracle worker, and I wouldn’t want to have you rue the day those rumours proved exaggerated.

(Jaspora smiles at the chief and he takes his leave. Gunkai crosses his arms and grunts with discontent.)

Jaspora: Are you still unhappy, even when I allowed you to have a much desired moment of violence like you always ask for?

Gunkai: Humph. He paid well, it allows for more food, destruction, women and sake. We return this with cowardly making decisions in the shadows, coming from Nepal all the way here like meddling grandparents. I am the moving mountain, not some petty busybody.

Jaspora: Ugh, not again sweaty, all of us agreed unanimously that he was becoming weak, his shame brings shame down upon all the J-Dynasty. Even from Nepal I could not let it stand.

Gunkai: Those men agreed because they did not wish to incur your wrath, the one in the hood couldn’t even look at you, when you began yelling he went so pale he might have saw his life flashing before his eyes. The only one who’d have dare defy you, and he would have no doubt, was not there. You did not inform him of the meeting. The man in black, the man they say to be made of steel and justice.

Jaspora: ”Ironclad” John Alloy? He hasn’t been seen in years.

Gunkai: They say his presence is always lingering, everywhere.

Jaspora: Oh stop it, if he cared so much he’d do something now wouldn’t he? Now let’s go take “care” of that reporter who won’t let his silly search for Jaywalker die.

(The lights go out. A titanium black bat appears on the ground under a spotlight and the room shakes.)

Jaspora:…….Or maybe we’ll leave the reporter alone. I’m feeling homesick, let’s go back.

Gunkai: But I want to meet Ironclad, we can find out who is the mightiest….

Jaspora: There will be a steaming meal waiting for you back in Nepal, anything you want.

Gunkai: Alright, let’s go home.

(Outside the office there is another spotlight in the dark with a letter, the hung over Joseph Anubis comes spiraling into the light after getting lost on his way back from the wash room due to the dark.)

Anubis: Worst day....ever. This is the worst day ever! Not only didn’t I find Jaywalker but it looks like this place doesn’t even pay its electrical bill, Jaywalker would never be seen at such a cheap place. What a waste of time.

(He sees the letter.)

Anubis: A letter with my name in it? Strange.

(His headache bothering him, Anubis chooses to put the letter in his pocket rather than deal with it now and the camera goes black.)

Man in the hood entry.

(Printed on a black letter are bright words of light written to Joseph Anubis found on his mission to find Jaywalker and break another story in his line of work as a columnist and perhaps gain the respect of a big figure like Jaywalker.)

To the noble weigher of hearts, harvester of knowledge and steward of order and peace.


You must.

I task you this.


I, John Alloy. 

(A hand turns the letter over and there is an address at the back and indication that a man named Jay Creed would is the most trusted person that can help in said task. Anubis is seen crumping the letter in his hand.)

Anubis: I won’t let him down.

(Joseph Anubis is seen standing in a cavern where the letter indicated and it’s filled with smokers, drunks and people of questionable origins. A disgusting tattooed bimbo hick appears to his side.)

Chick: Show a little skin big boy!

Anubis: Typical North Carolina.

(Suddenly walking down the stairs of an upper deck is a man with some of the actually more compelling girls at his side, each girl holding a championship belt, he smiles and is drinking wine before yelling at the top of his lungs.)

Kevin Creed: WELCOME TO CREED MANOR!

(Again it’s more of a tavern, but Kevin Creed was always the type to exaggerate a pinch or more, and he just keeps boasting at Anubis in his introduction.)

KC: House of the 3 year reigning defending WHW Tag Team Champions, the Creed! And the hottest hypocenter of women known to man, all to see me! The rest of you guys are cool too.

Anubis: Wait why do you guys still have those titles?

Kevin Creed: Because.

We

TOTALLY

REEK

….of

AWESOMENESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now listen here Poindexter, you gotta know the difference between ins and the outs, the studs from the duds and what makes the Creeds the big shots around these parks compare to…..to….what shithole did you crawl out of again?

Anubis: Oh I’m a part time manager, full time columnist and reporter from EAW. I came to speak to your broth—

KC: WHAT!? Where….where did you say you were from? Did you say EAW?

Anubis: Well yeah.

KC: ALL OF YOU GET OUT!

(Kevin Creed kicks most of the people out of the tavern but keeps the hottest women there to seduce Anubis and clean up the place for Anubis who he is now treating as an A class guest.)

KC: Now what you think about giving a little suggestions to the higher-ups in EAW to think about maybe signing some Creeds to their tag team division? Think about the headlines, EAW signs the ever impressive greatest tag team in the world, with a big fat salary of course.

Anubis: Uh, I’ll see what I can do. But can I please speak to your brother?

KC: Sure, but he’s sort of a sourpuss sometimes, ya know?

(Kevin Creed takes Joseph Anubis to the back where Jay Creed is shown seated in the dark with a big hood on that blocks his face from the camera as he sighs at the very sounds of multiple footsteps which means he’ll have to deal with visitors outside of just his brother.)

Jay Creed: How many times do I have to say it, I don’t want….I don’t need…..any friends. Brother, they’re all fake, they always lie to us.

Kevin Creed: Relax! Geez. He says he’s got to talk to you, he’s from EAW.

Jay Creed: I don’t care. It doesn’t matter what he’s promised you, EAW will never accept us. With their big venues, the world tours, we’re just ants to them, and nobody digs ants out from the dirt unless it’s to watch them squirm.

Anubis: Don’t you want to at least know how I found you?

Jay Creed: True I don’t give many people my location, who could have……HIM?! He sent you, didn’t he? But what did he expect?! WHAT COULD I DO?! To them I’m nobody, I’m the loser amongst our entire collective. The freak under the hood.

Anubis: Could you mean the fabled J Dynasty? I thought Jaywalker was the one who wore hoods, though I wouldn’t say anyone ever called him a freak, he had them in LEGION and everything as world—

Jay Creed: NO! He got that from me! Jaywalker always respected my insight, my ideas. But her…..she values no freedom, no personal expression outside of her own, you either fit in the web she weaves and move like a perfect piece on the chess board or to her you should be tossed aside. Jaywalker can be an amoral and shrewd business man but that woman is downright sinister, a practitioner of the dark arts if I’ve ever saw one! What she plans to do with Jaywalker isn’t right, but no one at the meeting she summoned us for to talk about him seemed to care, and the way she demeans and criticizes with such twisted fury, not to mention that titan she always has lugging around with her, I couldn’t say anything….

Kevin Creed: Oh stop it! You’re my brother, you should thrust your chest out when you’re around those J-Dynasty jerks, not be commanded by a dress.

Jay Creed: You don’t know them…..you don’t know HER….

Kevin Creed: Mom, dad, we lost them all, we're the last Creeds. I know that you’re my brother, and regardless of what ANYONE says you’re the coolest and most intelligent guy out there, or maybe the second, you know I’m pretty great. Forget those upper crust snobs, I’ll always believe in you, so believe in the man that believes in you!

Jay Creed: Thanks brother. It actually means a lot coming from you.

Anubis: Listen! John Alloy must believe in you too, otherwise he wouldn’t have thought you the best person to approach in saving Jaywalker. We have to help Jaywalker, Alloy trusted us. You have to tell me where to find him.

(Jay Creed stops slouching in his seat and sits up straight.)

Jay Creed: You really think so? Could Alloy really count on me?

Anubis: Of course. It’s like your brother said, some people see the worth in you. I just need you to tell me where to get Jaywalker, or even any leads. I’ll be grateful with anything!

Jay Creed: I don’t know, Jaspora doesn’t tell me anything. But if she’s involved Gunkai would know and he tends to socialize with Jack, they like talking about the best food and drinks, even the best lifting techniques, they’re like our jocks I guess. Dumb jocks……uh….don’t tell them I said that last part.

Anubis: You think that food and drinks, transitions to leaking information about Jaywalker?

Jay Creed: It’s your best bet. Like Gunkai he’s a lover of violence, trust me I’d know, but unlike Gunkai he isn’t easily swayed by money or other spoils in life, so be careful not to piss him off.  Jack Miles runs a wrestling school now, I can give you an address.

(Anubis nods and thanks Jay Creed as the Creed brothers go to fetch the address for him and the camera goes black.)

Heart of Appetence entry

(The camera turns onto a showcase and training montage of the Wrestling Grotto, an artificial cave that serves Jack Miles’ lair and wrestling academy. An ominous gruff voice speaks in the background as the camera goes over grand statues of Jack Miles-with his Pure World Championship) and past standout graduates.)

Voice Over:  A true temple of man, the Wrestling Grotto home for only the most devout hopefuls looking to mold themselves into the most rugged of performers in the world, here is no place for those soft of heart and meek will.

(Inside the massive manmade cave, across lakes and some on top of elevated stone peaks to climb there are wrestling rings where various men wrestle each other slamming each other to the mat and running the ropes, there are even a few women here all hardened and their taking up the challenge giving back the same and some more so to their male counterparts. It seems even staying in the ring is a test as those who get thrown out seem to be forced to find their ways through obstacles to get to another ring.)

Voice Over: You are made to respect and hold sacred the wrestling canvas, students learn the value of the squared circle by never being under the assumption that they are worthy to wrestle inside of it, every entry is earned and therefore when inside all fight with passion to uphold that they have the right to be there.

(To get to those rings people are forced to swim, row boats and or climb stones peaks.)

Voice Over: This place may break you, it may force you settle to go those more prissy wrestling schools as you settle for second best JUST LIKE YOU’LL SETTLE FOR SECOND PLACE YOUR ENTIRE CAREERS, but if you conquer it you will be one of the most conditioned, strongest and competitive wrestlers to perform in this art called professional wrestling.

(In an endless training regime, some tie boulders to their sternum as they run moving those boulders and others in a competitive nature hold with each of their hands ropes where one person holds the one end of each rope and begin to raise and lower the ropes at high speed to see who will give up or have their body give out first.)

Voice Over: Are you up for the task?

Advertisement voice over: Accepting and fielding new applicants for the first 2015 program.

(After all that, the camera shows that Joseph Anubis is attempting a half push up at the entranceway, he smiles a cheesy grin.)

Joseph Anubis: I’d rate that push up a 10 out of 10.

(The camera expands as an assistant trainer wearing sun glasses face palms and looks annoyed as he observes Anubis as they stand near a pink ring with rose corner pads and run down ring ropes, apparently a ring to mock those who can’t make it to the other rings and yet dare enter the Wrestling Grotto.)

*Note: Con is a former minor character of mine I had used in EHW for a short time, becoming European champion, overall he isn’t a member of the J-Dynasty but just like this whole thing is for my own amusement and a way to explain what happened to some of my characters I decided to insert him as a training assistant. He was Desmond Wolfe. *

Con: Is your testosterone tucked in your purse or are you here for laughs? I can’t even let you inside this beginner bitch ring, let alone truly take on the true obstacle of this school. You’ll never get the eye of Jack Miles this way.

Anubis: B-but I’ve been sent to get information on Jaywalker to help him out, plus I’m in need for a big scoop these days to further my reporting career…..

Con: Does it look like I care, mate? The inmates don’t get to run this asylum, you don’t get to make your own rules.

(Joseph Anubis looks at the unwavering stern look of Con and realizes nothing shall move this man. Realizing he had no other choice, or out of sheer dumb desperation, makes a run for it and jumps into one of the boats manned by people wishing to row their away forward in the grotto. )

(They make it half away through the grotto until the other members realize that Anubis is not carrying his weight, in fact he isn’t rowing at all. They stare at him angrily, he responds only with a happy grin and a wave hello of his hands hoping to amuse them. However these people are already too hardened, far too harsh and devoted to their ways to play into Anubis’ games, a woman picks him up on her shoulders and then throws him into the water. )

(Having fallen into the water, Anubis was wet yet nothing would damper his mission! He managed to try climbing back into the boat only for it to tip over, making the other 3 people fall into the water as well. The three of them had enough and begin swimming after him as he tries to evade them while screaming and causing a scene.)

Anubis: HELP, HELP!!!!!!

(At this point they had caught the attention of the entire grotto, people were making a commotion that didn’t last long as a man walked out from one of the holes in the cave and they instantly went back to their training as he appeared. The others in the water remained motionless as Anubis looked around in confusion. Jack Miles narrowed his eyes and spotted the problem and pointed at Anubis.)

Jack Miles: GET THAT SHIT HEAD OVER HERE.

(Joseph Anubis felt a rock hit him at the back of his head before everything went black. He woke up to see Jack Miles standing across from him, the man wasn’t very tall, perhaps shorter than Anubis himself, but he was very muscular built and bearded like a lumberjack. He was no doubt an old school outlaw type of man. He had an angry look on his face, and then he smiled with a chip toothed grin. Anubis tried to speak up.)

Anubis: Lis--

Jack Miles:  When you force your way into someone’s property and get caught you’d better read your situation and shut yer mouth, else learn by the bullet what happens to strangers lost in the wrong part of town. You got that?

(Jack Miles stared at him making sure that Anubis would get who was in control and in silence Anubis nodded back.)

Jack Miles: Good. Now you been trying to get into J-Dynasty business, looking for Jaywalker since Alloy couldn’t trust that yellow belly coward Jay Creed to do the job of helping Jaywalker.

Anubis: Creed is a troubled guy, don’t make fun of him or call him a c—

Jack Miles: Boy.

Anubis: ….

Jack Miles: Better. Now truth be told, I have no great issue with Jaywalker, but Gunkai and Jaspora spun quite the entertaining tale of what they had in store for Jaywalker and who am I to interfere in an open squabble between peers? I’m in for any fist fight, but flapping gums you can leave me out I’ll stay right here in the privacy of my own Wrestling Grotto teaching these punks the ways of wrestling.

Anubis: Don’t peg me for uninformed, Creed made note you get along with Gunkai and his raven haired witch master, that’s why you didn’t fight their decision.

Jack Miles: Aye, no denying that, between a drinking partner and a tattooed lady vs a somewhat pompous rich man it’s easy to see which side I’d tip my hat to in common bond.  Just the same, that’s not enough to make me condemn another man, I took no part in the actual doing when it came to abducting Jaywalker and their twisted indoctrination into what seems to be some type of cult.

Anubis: What? That’s news to me.

Jack Miles: Gunkai sent me a little video, he may be a good drinking partner but he has strange things to get him his kicks.

(Jack Miles plays the video on his cell to Anubis. The video goes to a forest environment with barbaric totem poles and people adorned with Tiki masks. It shows a man who is forced to have his head placed under water for several seconds as he struggles to breathe and then is let go, revealing the man Anubis was looking for all this time. An unkempt Jaywalker whose hair on his face and head have grown a long amount in the last four months of captivity has his arms tied in rope and is thrown onto the muddy floor.  A dark black woman with tribal markings on her face comes before him in confrontation waving her hands before his blank and tired eyes.)

Witch Doctor: Are you there? Are you awake? Has your resistance wined? Have we ailed you? Hear me now, my dear champion of the modern world! Do not fret, you are not the one who needs to be afraid. We are here to heal you, pain one can recover from brings no harm as it makes you stronger, it is the pain that one can never bounce back from, where you can no longer walk again, that should be considered of harm. Many of us were just like you….no never quite like you with how you glistened and amounted to riches in that unnatural machine jungle of corporate temples and fat-cat tribes were they would induct you into great hall of fame halls, have you own companies and call you a legend in both sports and business, no we could never reach your level, that is why you will be our overseer flying higher than all. Once peons in that world some of us were chosen and some of us chose to leave the old lives behind to become a part of something greater than the automated dump that has become of society.

Jaywalker: What purpose could a man like me serve? I will not join you.

Witch Doctor: In hunting beasts it was not foreign to man to dress themselves in beast’s markings and wear them upon their backs, all to understand and dabble into the mind of the very creatures they were to capture and devour. In fact, some beasts were trained to hunt beasts. It is only natural that for our next hunt, our greatest hunt, we would do what needs to be done to have someone on our side who understands those who live in the jungles we will attack, someone who mastered their everyday life, that is why fear of us and what you will become is not what should be in your heart, but theirs.

Jaywalker(Quietly and tired): I told you, I won’t join you.

Witch Doctor: How wrong you are. You will not only join us, but once our ways seep into your pours, once you truly drink from the same water and breathe the same air, you will be a leader among us, a champion of our element.

(She places a Tiki mask over Jaywalker’s face as he tries to yell only to whimper out a small whisper of resistance before being dragged away for more of his “healing”. Jack Miles closes the cell phone video and Joseph Anubis has a disgusted look on his face.)

Jack Miles: That gets me every time, I’m sure glad it didn’t have to be me. Jaspora’s one crazy bitch, but maybe it will push Jay to that next level.

Joseph Anubis: ARE YOU CRAZY?! You can’t treat a man like that, for all those months he’s been tortured by those twisted cunts if you would excuse my language, even now he should be spending his holidays with his family.

Jack Miles: Tis the breaks son, like I said I don’t really have much to do with it, Gunkai sends me this stuff because he and I have similar mindsets when it comes to loving a fight and being drinking partners, he assumes I find enjoyment of these strange dark things that I only find amusing due to how strange it is. I’ve grown tired of this, I have an academy to run.

Anubis: I’m not leaving until you tell me a way to help Jaywalker.

Jack Miles:…….

(The scene jumps to Anubis being thrown out of the Grotto by multiple people as Jack Miles just smiles with his chip toothed grin leaving a few passing words.)

Jack Miles: Alright, you’ve touched my heart, plus I don’t want you coming back to me, Jaspora and Gunkai kidnapped Jaywalker at some casino right? J.C-4 is a big gambler who loves to frequent multiple casinos, I’m sure he’s the type of guy with his connections to have his ear to the ground about gossip and stories in that business.

(Joseph Anubis takes in those words and stumbles away with a determined pensive look on his face as the camera fades to black.)

(Joseph Anubis can be seen walking swiftly in EAW headquarters with papers of study in his hands as a voice off screen speaks out.)

Voice: Hard at work, as ever aren’t ya, Nu?

(The camera shows Tiberius Jones seen in the middle of two office girls rubbing his upper chest as he smirks at Anubis and Anubis excitedly perks up and greets his best friend.)

Anubis: TJ! It’s been awhile friend, what are you doing back in America, shouldn’t you be on the tour? Did you get homesick and want to see your family or something? I know you’ve never been on a big tour like EAW is doing.

TJ: The foreign ladies are pretty, but they have no taste for the power of the pecs, and unless you got to Japan no love for geek culture and to be honest I’m not into the kawaii stuff, I like more mature and curvaceous women.  Don’t let anyone fool you, North American gals are the best. (Laughing)Besides you jerk, you’re supposed to be my part time manager, and you never joined the tour, you were only ever on Dynasty once or twice during the Cleopatra days too.

Anubis: Sorry man, I’ve just been real busy, and you know as a columnist I could just write articles form here so I tend not to go on the tours too much.

TJ: I’m just playing with you, I know the deal. But listen I heard you stepped down from some of your columnist stuff, been tracking that Jaywalker stuff. I saw the video of where he was and those people, albeit that one chick had a nice fro, seem not to be the type you should get around…..I think it might not be too….

(Anubis interrupts with an eyebrow raise.)

Anubis: TJ. Don’t tell me a guy like you gets worried? If the world becomes a place where even the slickest of the slick sweats, a psychically inept pacifist like me might as well give up on life now.

(Tiberius Jones seems to contemplate, but either plays it off or was faking it as he laughs and then answers.)

TJ: No, of course not.

Anubis: That’s what I thought, for a second I really thought you came back just to tell me that. I’m glad you came to see your family, you homesick puppy.

TJ: I don’t really get along with my family, though I guess you could say it was nice to know one was okay, family is family. But anyways, I didn’t come back for family either, it’s the girls Nu, the girls.

Anubis: Right…my condolences on not making it further into King of Elite, I know you really wanted it to be king of thieves or even just main event.

TJ: Heh, you don’t need a crown to be a thief. Nonetheless, it is disappointing. Look at me, benched like some player who can’t play ball, I almost feel like a joke, but it is what it is.  So……are you seriously going to continue down this path, I mean don’t you feel a bit odd dropping so much stuff in EAW for this? You had the responsibility and respect to be the one to judge the talents, I know I always tried to break out of the worker stuff to break out into superstardom, but that’s stuff while it didn’t fit me is still important and you were born for it.

Anubis: Honestly, I feel anxious, like this is a life changing experience, and when you’re in such a scenario sometimes it’s good for you to let past things go and do your role in the way you can today. I have to be the one to break this story TJ, plus I owe it to John Alloy who chose me to save

Jaywalker. All I have to do is find J.C-4 and I’m sure I’ll find some answers.  He’s a slippery guy, but I’ll find him, I’ve got multiple leads from records of casinos’ he’s been too.

TJ: Ha, ha, I see….but

Anubis: I feel like if I get this job done, my existence will really be validated, it’s one of those things.

TJ: Good on you, I know you can do it. Don’t me waste your time now, you and I can will always have plenty of time to catch up.

Anubis: Right. Thanks TJ, I’m glad I have your vote of confidence, means a lot.

(Anubis runs off to keep doing what he was, when Anubis reaches far enough Tiberius Jones’ smile fades. One of the two girls speaks up.)

Girl one*giggling*: You liar, you never stopped talking about how you came back to America to save a little friend of yours. You were sounding so heroic.

Girl two: Were you saying that just to impress us? You player, it wasn’t even necessary.

TJ: Validated existence. When do you two think a person’s existence is validated? When he is loved by those who he entertains even if he doesn’t always succeed with victory, even if he is away from family? Or is it when he reaches ultimate fame? Or is it all just an automated dump, and family traditions trump all as you answer to your ancestors?

Girl two: What?

Girl one: You’re getting so boring all of a sudden, is this a philosophy lesson?

TJ: Nawh, fuck that.

(Tiberius remains solemn for a moment, then cracks a grin once more and pulls out his komodo dragon brazen beast mask. He begins to spew out different coloured smoke in smoke rings and the office girls smile again. )

TJ: Want to see some more tricks?

(Camera fades to black.)

(In a yet to be disclosed manner, a mysterious video was sent in and received, no one has stood up to admit their connection to the broadcast and availability of it. Two little children are seen in their respective wooden cradles when placed upon their faces are blurred reptilian masks of the long jawed variety of reptiles, they were similar, but distinct creatures. One child’s cradle was clearly more regal and elaborate, but the camera focused into the other child and the crocodile mask worn.)

Woman: In our tradition, most are designated their masks long before they are given their names, aside from my sibling of course, he once thought destined to be the greatest ruler we ever had. And perhaps he could have been…

(Despite her age, a little girl is seen studying medicine and applying healing on people of her tribe while her brother upon his liter throne overheard claps and seems to be ordering others around to be specimen for his sister. Both siblings smile at one another.)

It is only natural in most line of successions to have the male as head, resigned to my thought to be fate of just another daughter without place in leading affairs and governance, I found peace in my books and helping my people become stronger and healthier…..though there were certain days it was called upon me to dispose of some…infidels of our faith when they had quite easily curable problems otherwise. I felt honoured to have found a true calling, without explanation I found myself unspeakably driven by something within.

(She becomes somewhat of a worshiped being, her people doing ritual dances encircling her and praying for her good will, mostly because her curing and getting rid of infidels became thought to be that her powers blessed the good with prosperity and condemned evil to oblivion. The parents look at the young girl confused as to why she learns so well diligently and appears not only as a genius, but someone able to move their people with her charm and warmth becoming quite popular. As they observe her, the brother is pulling at the pant leg of his mother and father, not use to not having their attention.)

On the day I was given my name I thought I could walk on air I was so glad, they said I must have been possessed with more than just the crocodile that was given to me amongst us twin reptiles, I was christened with the girl with crocodile head, torso of a lion and a hippopotamus hind, they named me Ammit. Being an embodied with more than one creature is something of a treasured rarity among my people you see, so much so they made an exception to the male line of succession and me the successor to lead our cause. Looking back, I think sorely about my self-absorption in being taken into it all without looking past myself. In my time of excitement at an unfathomable miracle coming my way of being chosen a, I failed to take note the scale of disaster in turn that would have to mean for another.9

(Over time the brother began to rebel, importing sacrilegious considered goods from the mainland into their island started from video games to drugs as time went on, and having random acts of violence and cries for attention. The last straw occurred when he was caught in bed with 2 smuggled whores. His parents made their decision, and despite the pleas from the sister, the brother at the young age of 13 was exiled.)

My beloved brother was sent to live with our “bastard” relatives who had barely enough pennies to get by as is, a would be king cut low to such an unwarranted level baffles me still, I hope that it may warm him that those two screaming banshees that cost him everything that night by not being silent enough were given the medicine they much needed to…quiet them, permanently. I know the day will come when he returns to us, I know deep in his heart, he knows his place is by my side and he will in his own way do the right thing.

(In present day time, the Witch Doctor decked in beads of wood, animals figures and tribe symbols, is applying tribal markings on a man with his face cut off from view. A member of the tribe begins to speak.)

Tribesman: -Speaks in tongues-

Ammit the Witch Doctor: Mhm, his conversion has been going splendid. He has taken much more time than that other man, but it is to be expected.  There is no reason for you to mask your words from him, where is your hospitality? We are not utter savages.

Tribesman: Why must you, our fine divine matriarch, personally take care of that foreigner?

(She only smiles and softly goes to place her hand in the cut off area of view in what could only be his face.)

Ammit the Witch Doctor: Only a kindred spirit can indoctrinate an outsider into our cause, there is no one else here that can aid him understand. Besides, it’s my pleasure.

We are both chimeras after all.

(After those words the video ends.)

(In another mysteriously played footage. At the foot of a tree trunk the witch doctor known as Ammit is shown in mediation in the woods before a campfire while two guards are with her with the words “DEN” printed on their bulletproof vests. She smiles with her eyes closed and begins lightly murmuring a tune.)

Within the cell, black crows gather then scatter. The man is not yet meant to die.

Understanding that to master the cosmos would be to discern certain qualities, those of the smallest of existences. The owl wise unearths the worm.

Unfathomably small cells make up ourselves, we are a part of an unfathomably large system. The infinities are observed by the eagle eye.

But the seasons always change as much as they stay the same. To avoid death is to adapt as swift as the falcon’s fangs tear apart those who squirm.

(She opens her eyes and smacks on the tree trunk teasing.)

Are you alive up there sweetheart?

:….

Have the fighting pits been to your liking?

:……

(One amongst her guard stomps forward looking upwards the large trunk.)

Guard 1: Hey, thy holiness is speaking to you!

:…….

Guard 1: Why you….

Ammit: Oh let him be, his strong silent type routine has a certain je ne sais quoi.

Guard 1: But…

Ammit: Oh hush for the last time, this is why you need to go to different places more often, you lack openness. You don’t see your friend making a fuss do you? Leave us, you two have work to do.

(They both leave. Ammit continues to pester and speak to her guest off-screen above.)

What they call me. It bothers you, doesn’t it?

You are the type to never believe in unseen higher powers if I was told correctly, you ran with a pride of lions who made it their pet project out to “Edge God Out”, all to eliminate the idea of God. You are a son of a catholic family, you were brought into the wrestling business by a chairman of strict religious ideals and even among your best friends was the man you eventually fought against who coins himself “God’s son”, yet you still could not make yourself believe. Eventually you were bested by the “Goddess sent by the Gods”, felt her supposed goddess touch and all, but I sense you have STILL not been brought to that divine light's followers. Am I right?

(A large noise can be heard from above on the tree trunk.)

Rest easy. You are not wrong, rather I’m impressed that in the darkness you remained steadfast refusing the offer of false values that promised to bring light. There is no reason to put your faith in mythological creatures, let alone keep company with those who dilute themselves into believing that they ARE those creatures.

In our cosmic laws, we wish to discern and obey the mysterious forces of the universe. The galaxies, stars, the planets and forces of the universe grand, they are the true “gods”. For generations long past and generations to come, Mother Nature, Gaia, has guided and held life of men and women, our faith and teachings come from the peers she has given us as creatures and her elements, both the grace and destruction that comes with them.

Most lifeforms that have existed from the beginning of time on this planet are extinct, yet we poke the beast. I worry not for the destruction of this planet who will long out live our species, I worry that species so blind and arrogant shall bring ruin to ourselves as we fail to appease our mother and eventually deplete the resources that make this home of ours habitual for future generations and able to continue the work of man.

My name was given to me, I do not take it THAT seriously, I simply use it as a figure of speech to explain my role in our mission. You can even call me AJ if it eases you. My brother may have done what he did for childish purposes, but he had the right idea breaking our reclusive ways, this is a time where unrest has shown that the world is still filled with people who are waiting for a purpose to fight for, both right and wrong, I have seen your towers being brought asunder, people burning and heads being removed from their bodies just for silly imaginary creatures, just imagine thus what can be done for a truer cause. When my parents returned to mother earth, I created the Denizens of the Eco-disciplinary Nation, better known as DEN, a small group now is in need of exposure and you can even call it propaganda of if you will. You are a rich influential man who owns his own company, you are a legend in another business altogether where the company you called home has a worldwide platform where one can fight for and represent anything desired.

Have you begun to understand of what use you are? When your wings will spread, so will our message.

(The mysterious footage ends.)

The bold new world.

{In footage taken months prior to now, before the mysterious footages and Joseph Anubis’s return to Dynasty at the side of Tiberius Jones.}

(The video begins with the swaying of a four leaf clover, a hand holding a white cat{maneki-neko), a Chinese luck coin attached to a red string in pocket and a man decked in all red, it is Joseph Anubis who walks out of an elevator looking this way. There is an obvious awkwardness to him due to feeling goofy for his attire, but it’s all for the job, a voice over speaks as he walks in a camera view that blurs what s in front of him.)


In the world there are all manner of men that exist. All one could hope for is that in communication one could reach an innate reasoning that lies within all those who walk this green earth, to find common ground in sharing and trading what is valued and respected by adhering to their laws and customs. There are those who obey the laws of the fist, others the law of the coin, many even the law of exchanging sons and daughters to bring unifying ties. But among men, there is no circle more dangerous, no order which values are left under vaguer interpretations by each group member, no legion who are offended more unintentionally and no nation more violent, than that of the pious.

Within the J-Dynasty only one of such men exists, a man who obeys a queer god, a man who holds his beliefs above all there is in this world, it engulfs his mind and his purpose, that man is the IED of professional wrestling J.C-4, an explosive individual whom others are best to know they walk on eggshells when in his vicinity lest they want to set him off, and he believes in lady luck, the goddess Fortuna.  

(Joseph Anubis reaches the end of the room in a circle surrounding two seated people playing a game with dice, in his approach J.C-4-decked in army fatigue pants and a black wife beater with a stack of cards wrapped in barbwire as a logo in the middle- who was playing stands up tall and Anubis locks eyes with him, J.C’s smiles in his signature Cheshire grin that at various times could mean anything from a simply gracious greeting or the madness within being flashed as a warning. J.C motions him to follow with his finger, Anubis obliges and they walk into a closed off room with a table, a tv set and a murky man with a book in his hand, holding it with reverence as if a bible. Anubis is the first to speak.)

Anubis: So J.C-4 I really appreciate you taking the time to answer my call to have this meeting. I know you’re probably a busy man with more interesting things to do, but there is really a wrong that must be righted in which I think you and your connections could help me with.

C4: I have always tried to do what is right after all. In the face of adversity and non-believers blasphemy, I have always tried to do right in the all-seeing sights of my goddess, in hopes that she would spread the same good will and fate my way in return. Smite here knows this, I know this, all under Fortuna know this.

Anubis: Yes. I believe F-Fortuna would smile upon you if you were to graciously aid your fellow man, to help me save Jaywalker, your glorious leader might I add.

C4: Ah yes, Jaywalker, I use to mop the floors of Jaywalkerinc to make due after WHW in its second stint closed down, to pay the bills, did you know? It was there that when CWF recruiters came to Jaywalkerinc to bring back Jaywalker, only for him refuse their offer that I found a job, and after Jaywalker caught wind of it he even sponsored me after seeing my talents! John Alloy may have been the first of us to be linked with Jaywalker, but the name J-Dynasty only began when he gave me our medallion and created the whole organization in full! Thanks to all that I was able to become a CWF world Champion, a feat even Jaywalker failed to accomplish, won the Genesis Cup in CWF and in that company they deemed me wrestler of the year! I hold many thanks to Jaywalker, and saving him from those beings who have dared to abduct him is an honour one would be proud to take on for their king, their leader!

Anubis: Exactly!

C4: But what is a king to a goddess? Jaywalker is the greatest person alive I know, but he is not above Fortuna. Your mockery doesn’t please me, far more than Jaspora’s petty actions.

Anubis: What are you talking about, JC?!

Smite: That’s C4 to you mongrel! Only friends call him JC when they wish to shorten his name.

C4: See for yourself.

(J.C-4 with his remote shows a security cam of Jaspora and Gunkai waiting in the lobby of the building. Jaspora smiles with an eerie look in her eye as if she knows they’re watching.)

C4: Did you really think they wouldn’t find you? That woman has spies all over the place, let alone in the camps of her fellow J-Dynasty members, you went to Jay Creed and Jack Miles with rooms full of people thinking no word would be told? Thanks to you not knowing how the game is played, that woman was able to reach out to me about your disrespect towards my goddess, chump.

Anubis: But, but, I didn’t do anything disrespectful?!

C4: The others don’t believe in my goddess either, but they don’t mock me, they don’t adorn themselves in fancy trinkets pretending to give tribute, and then laugh behind my back. You’re no better than people like GI Styles in CWF, you have no soul man.

Anubis: I honestly meant no offence, I was trying to be accommodating.

C4: Then how about a game. If you win, I’ll help you out and Jaywalker will be saved, I know chief Cheveyo well he owes me after I got a few jackpots he couldn’t pay, if you don’t, well I can only imagine what those two in the lobby will do to you.

(Anubis is not given time to respond before Smite slams the large book onto the table and goes through the rules of the game he knows C4 would desire.)

Fortuna’s Jeopardy.

A game played in which the players fingers are placed in numbered finger shaped slots made in a special table, the slots are just sized enough so that if a person attempts to they can have each finger be two slots away from each other or right next to each other, there are 20 open slots on each person’s side, meaning ten will be taken and ten will be empty. All players are blind folded, and they yell out a number and the outside party takes a knife and digs it into the numbered slot the player whose turn it is says. The purpose of the game is to make the other opponent submit or have all his fingers struck. This is a -game that relies heavily on chance, will power and keeping your composure. –Game based on knife game, battleships and just random idea.-
Joseph Anubis: Are you crazy?!

(J.C-4 leans forwards and sticks his tongue out laughing.)

C4: Fortuna favours the bold!

Smite: You do care about obtaining her favour, don’t you?

(Anubis could barely believe in the situation, but somewhere beneath his breath he had said yes and had placed his hand on the table with his fingers placed and his eyes closed out of fear. J.C-4 and Smite smile as a blind fold is placed over the eyes of both Anubis and J.C-4.)

C4: As the guest, you get to go first mister Nubis

(Anubis ignores his mockery, and goes.)

Anubis: 18!

(Smite goes towards the table and with a large knife stabs into the 18 slot in C4’s side, there is no finger there, but the sound of the knife slapping into the table hard makes Anubis jump and begin to sweat. C4 seems to find this amusing.)

C4: This man almost wet his pants over another man getting hurt, maybe he should note the risk on himself! 5!

(This brings a smile on Smite’s face, he takes the knife and digs into the number five spot on Anubis’ side. If Anubis did not have his index finger spread out to the maximum to reach the sixth spot, he would have been caught. Anubis can feet the steel next to his finger and snaps, removing the blindfold.)

Anubis: Forget you guys, you’re insane!

(C4 clicks a button, and Smite and C4 allow Anubis to leave he gives them both disapproving glares and runs out of the room. While Anubis scrambles to make it to the elevator, Gunkai and Jaspora appear when the elevator opens as Anubis shrinks in fear. The mountain Gunkai Riggs cracks his knuckles and steps forward as all goes to black with Anubis faintly begs for mercy.)

Voice: Record.

(The scene shows Anubis waking up in a forest. He is surrounded by a number of tribal men and women. Ammit among them walks forward to the dazed man, who in his lack of senses confuses the reptilian mask she adorns of a crocodile to be that of his friend whom wears one reptilian of a Komodo Dragon.)

Anubis: T…..TJ?

(Ammit removes her mask revealing sweet pearly eyes upon on black skin and smiles a soft smile, even a dazed Anubis quickly realizes that before him is a woman, he coils back frantically and stands up revealing his black eye and bruised faced more in the light. She ignores it and responds to his comment.)

Ammit the Witch Doctor: Close enough. Jackal.

(Confused and beaten up Anubis does not know what to make of this as he attempts to sink backwards away from her but is blocked by men adorned with army like clothes themed with tribal markings on and inscribed with the words DEN engraved in their gear.)

Anubis: Jackal? What are you talking about?

Ammit the Witch Doctor: Anubis. That is the name the Greeks gave the Egyptian God who weighted the souls of man, a god with a jackal’s head. He would cast judgement and those who failed that judgement were feasted upon by a demonic deity, one in which I share a name with. My name is Ammit, and fate would have it we meet.

Anubis: I am no god.

Ammit the Witch Doctor: And I am no demon. Such things do not exist, not in the regular sense. But you and I can still serve their roles in the land of men, to cast judgement and destruction upon those unworthy to bask in the greatness of the ever evolving ways of Mother Nature, to bring extinction to those no longer to necessary in the cycle decided by Gaia. My people and I, we are here to bring forth a new age, to strike back at the corporations and the weak of heart who have allowed mankind to submerge itself in filth, we will not stand idly by when our species holds itself back from everything it could be, we are the Denizens of the Eco-disciplinary Nation. Preferably, called DEN.

(Anubis looks around him looking at the people with gear on and taking in her words when it dawns on him what they are.)

Anubis: You mean you’re insurgents! Glorified terrorists!

Ammit the Witch Doctor: Think what you will. But you came here to help Jaywalker did you not? Our goal is the same.

Anubis: How is holding him against his will any good? You abducted him!

Ammit the Witch Doctor: I believe it is his fellow J-Dynasty members who did that, not us. We needed someone to spread our cause, Jaspora needed J-Dynasty’s founder back on his feet when it looked like his career was over, she gave him to us and we healed him, gave him purpose. You would know about needing purpose too.

Anubis: No....no, I am a respected columnist of EAW.

Ammit the Witch Doctor: Then why so desperately drop everything for your journey to find Jaywalker? A big wrestling column story? Please! In the small moment he noticed you, you felt a feeling you never felt in all your years writing and judging talents in EAW, you felt recognition and having what you say meaning something!  Don’t you want to have that feeling again, don’t you want to be at Jaywalker’s side when he returns to EAW? Further yet, be the catalyst to allow his return?!

Anubis: But, I, I wouldn’t know how to help him.

Ammit the Witch Doctor: Sure you would. You’re an intelligent young man, and you know the ins and outs of the EAW political system, where the flaws are, where the cracks can be slipped through. Judging takes an analytical eye.

Anubis: I just don’t kn—

(Anubis begins to look down to the floor, but Ammit places her palm underneath his chin and lightly pushes up so he looks straight ahead. Then dusts off the dirt on his clothes and makes him stand straight and tall.)

Ammit the Witch Doctor: All you need is confidence sweetheart, be a little bold. You will work with us, and you will tell my brother, your one and only true friend, it is time to come home. Tell him he has an opportunity to rejoin his family, to return from exile. Either that, or leave now, never return to us or Jaywalker, tell my brother nothing, so that you can live the rest of your life being forgotten and have your judgements be made worthless as another part of the heap.

Anubis: Jones.

(Ammit Jones smiles at his revelation, and whisks herself away in the wind almost as if she was dancing as he stays there pondering to himself. The normally silent recorder that Anubis has dragged along in this journey speaks.)

Recorder: What do we do now sir?

(Anubis face grows stern and a new passion takes over him.)

Anubis: You will tell no one of this, if not out of respect for me, then at least out of the fear of them! We return to Dynasty, we speak to Tiberius and together he and I will build a path to a bold new world.

(Camera goes to black.)

-FLASHBACK TO EARLIER CHRONICLES.-
(In a yet to be disclosed manner, a mysterious video was sent in and received, no one has stood up to admit their connection to the broadcast and availability of it. Two little children are seen in their respective wooden cradles when placed upon their faces are blurred reptilian masks of the long jawed variety of reptiles, they were similar, but distinct creatures. One child’s cradle was clearly more regal and elaborate, but the camera focused into the other child and the crocodile mask worn.)


-Ammit Jones- Woman : In our tradition, most are designated their masks long before they are given their names, aside from my sibling of course, he once thought destined to be the greatest ruler we ever had. And perhaps he could have been…


-SKIP-


Ammit Jones: I know the day will come when he returns to us, I know deep in his heart, he knows his place is by my side and he will in his own way do the right thing.

-CURRENT TIMELINE.-


(Tiberius Jones, no rather Tiberius IV, appears in his return to his people donning both his Komodo dragon mask and his King of Elite Crown. Like the splitting of the red sea, the crowd of tribalists in DEN separate to clear the path and allow Jones to meet with his sister downing her crocodile mask. They stare at one another for a moment, until Tiberius extends his hand for a handshake. She laughs, and proceeds to hug him.)

Ammit: Welcome back, brother~ I see you’ve got a new accessory. Ah, it must have cost a pretty penny.

IV: Oh, it was a Drastik blow to the pocket, just don’t go telling mom and dad.

Ammit: It was our champion expected to take down that scrawny man at the pinnacle of your events, but it would seem the fates enjoy a form of corrective measures through you. Mother and father would be proud, you are the king they always aspired you to be.

IV:  You know, I never blamed you for taking my place back then, after getting kicked out of here I knew my place to rule was elsewhere. The years were tough, but finally my reign begins.

Ammit: I have always watched over you brother, it was how our champion even caught my eye to begin with, your interest in that realm you dreamed of performing in fascinated me. Deep down, I had wished for the cull to leave less burdens on your path.

IV: …..I know. I might have one last favour to ask of you sister.

Ammit: Mhm, what would that be?

IV: I thought you might be able to hook a brother up, I need something resembling a more natural flavor.

Ammit: The Civic Crown.

(Tiberius IV smiles)

IV: Made of gold no doubt.

(Camera goes to black.)