Voltage promo #2


Saturday, Charlottesville, Virginia, 6:21 P.M.



(The scene opens on the banks of the Rivanna river. All is quiet but for the cheerleaders of crickets, and the sound of the river itself as it runs along its channel. It's here Amongst an area of brush and dead trees that we find small wafts of smoke crossing the screen. The camera pans downstream alongside the river to find a crackling fire Burning, its bright flames flickering against the black of the night sky. Off to the right side of the screen, just far enough to be hardly illuminated by the fire's light, we see Solomon Caine sitting on his knees besides the river bed. He cups his hands together and briefly dips them into the icy cold rushing water before bringing them to his face. His fingers crawl slowly across his skin, his nails dragging deep into his flesh as the water drips down from his sinister features. Caine inhales deeply as his bloodshot eyes stare out into nothingness.)


Caine: "As this river runs, so do the hands of fate. Fate stronger than any current, which has laid a course that all are swept along by. Our fates, which have entangled the four of us like flys in a spider's web for, have chained us to one another what has seemed like an eternity. And for this reason, Maero, Drastik, Ahren Fournier, and myself, we shall bring each other's demise. We shall wage wars with one another until the end of ages! That we shall all hang together, in the nooses we've tied for one another. This Sunday, I ask that the chains be broken, like the bodies of Drastik and Ahren Fournier shall be. I set forth with the purpose of being rid of those wicked men once and for all, that the cycle may end. Oh hear me my masters, turn your ear towards your servant, and aid him to be freed from these thorns in my flesh. For as long as they speak, as long as they draw breath, they shall continue to mock and blaspheme your names.

Allow me to be the conduit of your wrath. Let me be the sword that slaughters them at the time of sacrifice.

Let me put a silence to Ahren Fournier's long rambles. For his mouth serves as a damning evidence of his ineptitude, his inability to comprehend. He spoke of how Drastik had barely slipped thru my fingers, knowing not that it was not the golden trinket he possessed that I sought after. He spoke ill of the ones who sent me, by claiming they did not take what hey desired. But open your eyes Ahren, look at your surroundings, for just as soon as Drastik believed himself to be safe from the reach of my masters, his misfortunes ensnared him. The gold he clung to was ripped from his hands by my masters, and by their will it now rest beside me in the Sanitorium. It rest, for now, within the hands of Maero.

The one whom you foolishly challenge, the one who has already vanquished you. Or do you not recall how even with all your skill, and all your trickery, that you could not defeat him. That it was you who was the last to be laid to rest at Shock Value. We had battled like men, and you cowered in fear. We stood to prove our worth, and you sought to steal away from those who had earned. For all your boasting, what have you done that is of any worth? You have not won any of your great battles, you have not even stood up to fight them. All you have ever done is drone on about yourself the way Flex Rockland and Tommy Meyer have. I say to you now that they are each ten times the man you are. You are nothing more than filth that suffers from delusion of grandeur. This Sunday, reality is coming to shatter those illusions that fill your rotten mind. This Sunday night, you will see just how pathetic you truly are. That is why you have not been seen for this past month, and the reason why you'll never be seen again after I am done with you.

And Drastik, where have you hid yourself away to? Where could you have gone to hide your head away from the gaze of the world after your quest for the crown had ended in failure? Perhaps now it has finally set in, the realization of the curse you have brought upon yourself. Or perhaps you just spend your days wallowing in despair. Examine with your own eyes the events that have unfolded before you. Reflect upon them, of how the once great and mighty shaman has been reduced to the lowest of peasants. Think of and remember the glory and gold of you possessed just months ago. Think of how close you were to claiming the crow of Elite before it slipped away thru your fingers. Think of these things and know now that all that you have suffered since we've last met, it is just the beginning.

Oh how you thought you could just mock my masters. How you could make lite of them without so much as a single hair upon your head being harmed. How ignorant of you. Where are your jokes now Drastik? What good can they do you now anyways? What can anything you would ever say or do aid you against the ones who have sent me? And they have sent me to see to it that your suffering continues, that you continue to plummet from atop the great mountain your ego had made for you. All the glories from years past have only served to bring you to these moments where they cannot comfort you, where you cannot take refuge in them. Your great feats, they now only serve to illustrate just how low you shall be laid.

For The day is coming, when your legacy shall be swept away and pulled under by the rushing waters of fate. Weep now for this is your ultimate destiny Drastik. Nothing can ever change that. Nothing can prevent you from being the next I tear apart with my bare hands! Nothing will can stop me from rending your flesh, and poring out your blood upon their altar. Nothing can save you from twisted ways that Maero shall batter and demolish your body as a means of demonstrating just why he is the one who now holds Your Hardcore Championship.

Oh yes, how joyous it will when I look into your eyes and see the sorrow that dwells deep inside you. How wonderful it shall be when I see the manifestation of the nightmare that shall drown you. How at peace my heart shall be when my masters have finished stripping away your flesh from the bone with their bare teeth."

(A sick, yet peaceful smile creeps up on Caine's face.).

Caine: "It does my heart good just thinking about it. Just imagining you upon your knees, begging anyone who would to grant you a merciful end to your misery. Hearing you weep in bitter regret for your doubt. How happy Myself and Maero will be to grant you that ending. Swift, but far from painless.

How I cannot wait for that day. How I cannot wait for the masses to witness it. How I hold with all anticipation for the day when you take the last sip from the bitter cup which you have filled for yourself."


(Caine reaches again into the water, this time to drink from it. A long moment of silence passes. Deep In his eye is the look of contemplation, reflection.)
Caine: "Ahren, Drastik, Gather up your courage. Muster all the strength you have in your bodies. The two of you shall need them to even stand across from myself and Maero. It shall take everything inside you to stay and fight after we have begun to shatter every bone, and peel away every inch of flesh, and spill every single drop of blood within you. You two are to experience damnation this Sunday, one the likes of which has never been seen before. Such is the will of my masters. Such is a just a righteous punishment for the two of you.

Let those who would mourn these two wretches weep now. For the idols you worship are soon to be destroyed, and no one and nothing of this earth may save them. No not the false gods your serve, nor even all the armies of the world could aid them when they are in the clutches of my masters.

Shed eeeeevvvvvveeerrrryyy tear you have for those Heathens, for the day of rectification is coming for them. When they are made sacrifice to my masters, look up and recognize their power. For just as the heroes you praise shall be obliterated before your very eyes, so shall all of you. In a moment's notice all of you shall be wiped away like the filth you are. This earth shall be made pure by the flood of fire. It shall tare down every grand structure and statue. It shall level the earth to its foundation. IT SHALL EAT EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU ALIVE!!! DRASTIK CANNOT SAVE YOU! AHREN FOURNIER CANNOT SAVE YOU! THEY CANNOT EVEN SAVE THEMSELVES!!! THIS SUNDAY THE CHOSEN HOUR SHALL ARRIVE AND THOSE BASTARD PIECES OF FILTH SHALL CURSE THE DAY THE WHORES THEY CALL MOTHERS CONCEIVED THEM! DO YOU HEAR ME?!?! ARE THE WORDS I SPEAK FINALLY CLEAR TO YOU?!? DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?!?"


(Caine inhales deeply.)

Caine: "The darkest pits of hell will seem pleasant compared to what is about to befall you this Sunday. The unspeakable horrors that Maero and I have in store for you shall scar you, body, mind, and soul in ways you could never imagine in your worst nightmares. I shall final rid myself of you. I shall bring about your end. And I shall do it with a goddamn smile upon my face.

Do not doubt this, for all these things, with sweet whispers that ring In my ear they have been told to me. And they shall be made so!"


(With that Caine rises up to his feet and stands besides the fire. He looks up to the moonlit sky, and his body starts to stiffen, with his jaw hanging open, and his eyes glazed over with a far away look about them. He starts to utter unknown tongues in a voice barely at a whisper. The camera pulls away from Caine, but as far as it goes, his voice remains with one final word that comes across clearly before the shot fades to black.)

Caine: "Spare me."


The end

a chaotic reality.

Can you feel it Mr. Destroyer? Can you feel it all falling apart? Can you feel the world crumbling around you? Maybe you can, maybe you can’t but rest assured, I can see it. You are losing control. Everything is becoming a little too hard and a little unfair. Firstly, you lost. Now you have begun searching for anyone to blame but yourself. Whether that person be management or your opponent, someone else needs to wear that blame. The fact you have become nothing more than a stepping stone for so many careers couldn’t simply be your own fault, could it? Yet, the part that brings me the most joy, is that is exactly what you have become. You are no destroyer. You have simply become the next step on the road to glory for so many. Fear not however my friend, as you are not simply another step for me. No, you are far…..far more important to me. You are the FIRST step on my journey. You are the entry, the beginning to what I intend to accomplish.

The fact that you had another shot, another chance to step up and failed is driving you insane. I know the feeling. I know exactly what you are going through. You had another OPPORTUNITY and failed again. It is a never-ending cycle for you and one that must burn so deep inside. Whilst you are handed and continue to waste OPPORTUNITY after OPPORTUNITY I am salivating for MY chance. Watching you be handed whatever you want, week after week makes me sick to my stomach. While I slave away just to keep my head above water and stay afloat in this company, you fail time and time again. So, how is this failure punished? Another OPPORTUNITY. MY OPPORTUNITY. It’s funny, you see the Gold Rush Tournament as your big break. Your chance to finally show the pathetic level of competition you provide each week is merely the past. Yet, what you do not see is I AM THE ONE who DESERVES this OPPORTUNITY.

What you do not see is everything I have had to do just to arrive in this company. Whilst you are humbled week after week, I have been busting my ass just at the thought of one day, someone handing me an OPPORTUNITY. Well that time has come and you are on my path. You are on my path to glory and you will be eradicated for I have no time to wait. This business is a fickle one and one that waits for no man or woman. I have waited too long to sit back now and watch you try to halt MY journey. I am always listening my friend and do hear what you have to say. You call me a scrub and for what? My opinion of a scrub would be someone who is HANDED everything in life and gives NOTHING back. Someone who is granted every OPPORTUNITY and continues to spit in the face of those who gave it. Someone like you Mr. Destroyer.

This Saturday night three of us will walk down to the ring. Both of you will try and try as hard as you can but only I will leave as a victor. I have too much on the line to let either of you block my path. I have come too far and am too damn desperate to leave Manchester any other way. Fear not however, as after Saturday night you will both be able to go back to your mediocre careers, complaining about the time you felt ‘that’ close to greatness. Neither of you have ever accomplished anything and I will be damned before I allow my career to succumb to the same fate. My future and my journey have far greener pastures right around the corner. The Saturday night is the most important night of my life. The greatest OPPORTUNITY I have ever been awarded. Awarded being the key term. Always earnt, never handed. Two. Eleven. Seventeen. The date that will forever be remembered as the beginning. The beginning of MY rise. The rise of MY name. The rise of JACKSON BLACK.

(It has been a month since we've last seen Ahren Fournier in a backstage segment not on the show. It has been a month since we've seen Ahren Fournier have a match in the Elite Answers Wrestling company. Flannery is worried, she's on the search. Seeing that Ahren has like 4 houses, she can't decide which to go first. Does she go to the Whore house.. I mean the sorority house? Does she go to the sex shop house? Does she go to the house he stole... I mean legally claimed from the interviewer? Does she go to the backstage house that he loves being in? Tune in... RIGHT NOW TO FIND OUT)

Flannery: So... Start now?

(Yeah)

Flannery: Ok, just lost me with that whole long introduction, anyways. HEYYYY it's me, ya girl Flannery McCoy, on the search for the missing Ahren. The voice over guy already explained what's happening so I won't, first house, is his first house, the sex shop. I'm hoping he's in there.

(Flannery opens the door... committing a breaking and entering, clearly she doesn't know how laws work, but it's wrestling so obviously laws don't apply. She see's no one, except for a bunch of sexy latina maids working hard. She goes up to one that's cleaning Ahren's Golden Pink Ahren Fournier statue that he has in the middle of the livining room)

Flannery: Hello mam, have you seen Ahren Fournier lately?

Sexy Latina Maid: Que????

Flannery: Ahren? Fournier?

Sexy Latina Maid: QUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE???

Flannery: The Trill Fairy?

Sexy Latina Maid: Oh sí sí, no he visto ese culo sexy por aquí en bastante tiempo, pero siempre trabajamos, brillando sus cosas así que brilla para cuando regrese. Dios, quiero que él solo me joda la mierda, haciéndome gritar en la punta de mis pulmones. Yo estaría en el cielo. Él solía caminar por aquí desnudo, y cada vez que sólo quería saltar sobre él, para que pudiera ver a dios ... No, no sé dónde está, pero si lo encuentras. Por favor, tráelo de vuelta a esta casa, todos lo extrañamos, los juguetes sexuales y las máquinas no se han utilizado en

Flannery: Yeah... I-I don't speak spanish.. Thanks anyways..

(Flannery leaves the house, and goes to the next house on the list. The house that he was given to by the interviewer)

Flannery: Ok, so I don't know what the maid said, but I heard the word no in there somewhere so I'm guessing he wasn't there. Next up is this house, in which he liberated from the captivity of the interviewer. Let's go in shall we?

(Flannery commits another breaking and entering and just shoves her nosey self through the door. Why these doors aren't locked, I don't know. It's a crazy world out there, we have insane interviewers that search for people that have cell phones. Why doesn't she just call him? Facebook him? Clearly she doesn't know how to live in this century. But yeah, lock your doors children)

Flannery: Hello?

(Flannery looks around, and sees no one. Everything looks the same since last seen, but she hears a mysterious thumping sound.)

Flannery: What the hell is that sound?

(THUD, THUD, she hears as she looks around panicked.)

Flannery: IS THIS PLACE HAUNTED BY GHOSTS???! NO WONDER HE LEFT!!

(Like a good little sexy vixen of an interviewer, she goes and tries to find the scoop. What is this sound? Can I get an interview with the ghost? She wants to be the best in the world at being an interviewer, she wants a raise, she wants a promotion, if she gets an interview with a ghost she's thinking that will happen. Who else can get a all exclusive interview with a the ghost that haunted Ahren Fournier, no one. But she turns the corner to see what the thud sound is, and it's just dumbass old gertrude still running into the same god damn wall that she's been walking into for months. The same Gertrude that is old as fuck, and was at the eviction party for the Interviewer, she could never find the door, and by the looks of it never will. Flannery walks up to her for a little girl to girl talk.)

Flannery: Hello, mam?

Gertrude: ....

Flannery: Mam?

Gertrude: ....

Flannery: Hello...

(She waves her hand over Gertrudes face to see if that will get her attention, it doesn't, she just keeps walking into the wall. She's about to give up, she starts walking away, when...)

Gertrude: AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHEFEWLFKEMLFS

Flannery: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHFFFFFFFFFFFFFFHHES

(Gertrude screams bloody murder.. I guess the house really is haunted.... By Gertrude)

Flannery: I guess the house really is haunted..... By this old woman

(In her spare time Flannery likes to steal dope lines that the narrator says, and try to pawn it off as her own, and act as if she doesn't hear what he's saying. But it's ok, we're moving on to the next house.. Which isn't a house, it's just the backstage room of Ahren Fournier.. By the way, she's traveling the entire United States of America. She's spending a lot of money just to find Ahren Fournier. Like just think of it, these places aren't in the same state, and only for like a 2 minute visit at each? Is she dumb? Yeah, she dumb. Or is the hot burning passion of love just too much for her. Love makes you do stupid things, but does that make you dumb? I'll leave that up for debate... MOVING ON. We now find Flannery after a 8 hour flight in the arena that Voltage is at this Sunday.)

Flannery: Hey fellow employee of EAW, do you know where I can find Ahren Fournier's dressing room?

EAW Employee: Wow... We've worked together for years, and you don't even know my name? "EAW Employee"? Really? Fook oofff Mate

Flannery: NO NO WAIT I'M SORRY...

Butt hurt employee: Too late mate

Flannery: What is your name, I'll never ask again, it'll be engrained in my brain, forever..  No... Five ever.. because that's more than forever..

Butt hurt yet now hopeful EAW employee: Ok.. My name is Trevin

Flannery: HAHAHA WHAT KIND OF A DUMBASS NAME IS THAT???! TREVIN???! pussy

Very Butt hurt Trevin: Fook ooooffff mmmmmmmmaaaaaaateeeeeee

(Trevin the butt hurt EAW Employee runs off flapping his arms around because he never had a father to teach him how to run like an coordinated human. Instead we have this awkward running style that can only be described as a wacky inflated arm waving tube man in motion, with legs, going forward. Tis, pathetic)

Flannery: Damn it... Well, I always find it on my own, I don't know why I even asked that poon. Wait I'll just text my boss like I do every week.

(Flannery texts her boss, because she remembered that cell phones exist, and she does this every week. But she isn't smart enough to actually text Ahren)

Boss Text: Where it is every week... You dumb? Yeah you dumb.

Flannery Text: Thx YOU DA BAWSS ;p

Boss Text: I want to fire you so bad right now... But you're so damn good looking I can't

(Back to real life, Flannery finds Ahren's dressing room, she doesn't knock yet again because she's really into breaking and entering nowadays because the thrill of it. She has now became addicted.)

Flannery: Ahren? Are you here?

(Ahren isn't there, but you know what is? His giant pink fuzzy couch, and the chair he stole from the news station... We're just taking a trip down memory lane today aren't we?)

Flannery: Oh... His chairs... The chairs that he loves oh so much. I've always wondered why he loves those chairs so much... I must.... I must use... them.

(Flannery is gravitating towards the chairs, she finds them quite alluring. Is it because Ahren has sat in them? Possibly. Is it because he's talked so highly of them? Also possible. The truth is we will never know the real answer, but what we do know is she wants to be in them... Right now. She jumps face first right into the pink couch, looking like it something out of Jingle all the Way. Looking like Booster the weird side kick to Turbo Man... Matter of fact, it probably is made out of that weird gross animal thing. That movie is over, what else would be it be used for? Anyways she just burrowing her face right into those cusions, rubbing her body all over it, she thinks about taking off all her clothes, but remembers that she's on camera, so she doesn't.)

Flannery: That is the greatest couch I've ever been on...

(She looks at the other couch, but decides to not go on it to save time. She's already been aroused by the first one, she doesn't want to cross the threshold. She's on the search for Ahren, and there's one more place on the list. The sorority house that he bought a few months back.)

Flannery: Ok... One more place..........

(Flanery the line stealing daughter of a bitch, makes one more long ass trip to wherever it is this sorority house is. She gets to the front yard, and sees a familiar sight. The front yard is trashed, passed out bodies are everywhere as they just had a toga kegger the night before. She sees her sister under some dude, and shutters. She wants to take her from this place, but for right now, only one thing is in her mind, FIND AHREN. She goes inside checking every room.. Why she doesn't just go to Ahren's master bedroom, I don't know. But finally she makes it through all the passed out drunk bodies to Ahren's door. Again she barges in because she plays by her own rules. At first she doesn't see anybody, she scans the scene and notices lumps in the bed. Moving lumps, she's not sure what she's looking at, but decides to call out his name. The one in which she seeks.)

Flannery: Ahren?

(The lumps are moving vigourously around under the sheets and blankets, but she cannot tell what's going on)

Flannery: AHREN?!!

(She screams louder in hopes that, whatever is under there, will hear her, and make it's presence known.. Suddenly something starts to pop out from under the covers, she holds her breath. It feels like an eternity, but once the object breaks through from under the blankets, she's relieved to see the beautiful angelic smiling face of Ahren Fournier)

Ahren: Flan dog, what up yo?

Flannery: AHHHREEEEEEEEEENNNNNNN!!!

(She runs to him, and tries to embrace him with her arms... This is known in the modern day as a hug. But he heisman stiff arms her, stopping any chance of that happening.)

Ahren: Ummm, relax, back up off me real quick.

Flannery: Where have you been?!!

Ahren: Um, here? My home?

Flannery: Um you have like 4

Ahren: Ummm, when was the last time you saw me at any of those places?

Flannery: Not for a while... But it's been a while since I've seen you any place

Ahren: You don't visit your sister often.

Flannery: She's changed... But anyways where have you been? We haven't seen you in forever... No five ever... Because that's more th-

(Suddenly all the other lumps start pouring out from under the covers, girl after girl after girl all of which are just in bra and panties... so on and so forth)

Girl from under the covers: Ahren are we done??!!!

Ahren: I'm afraid so girls, Ahren has some business to take care of

All 10 girls at once: AWWW NOOOOOO

Ahren: We'll have time to play later, don't you worry.

All 10 girls at once: OK AHREN!!

(They all leave single file, glaring at Flannery as they pass by... One gives her the finger.)

Flannery: Lovely.... Lovely girls.... Anyways, what were you even doing?

Ahren: First of all you're not going to rehash remarks to me that you've already used earlier on in the day to some other guy.

Flannery: But how did you know...

Ahren: Second of all, you asked me where I've been twice after I told you the first time. Now you're asking another question to deter the fact that you made such a dumb mistake, but to answer your second question, we were playing bed bugs

Flannery: What's bed bugs?

Ahren: Oh.. It's when you get shirtless and wiggle around the bed and pretend your bed bugs, it's a good time

Flannery: Oh... Fun.. Anyways, why haven't you talked to me in a while?

Ahren: I haven't been booked in a match in a while

Flannery: Sooooo?

Ahren: What's to talk about if I have no match to talk about? I don't just bless people with my words just because, I need a reason!... Unless it's on Voltage... Seriously why don't you just talk to me there? But whatever, during the week, I had nothing to say.

Flannery: Well.. You have a Hardcore title match! Your first title match ever!

(Ahren does a round off out of bed, and starts doing a weird dance)

Flannery: What... What is that? What are you doing?

Ahren: My happy dance

Flannery: The movements your doing with your body is weird

Ahren: I'm white.

Flannery: I know

Ahren: Ok just making sure

(Ahren keeps doing weird hip thrusts, and wiggling about, then just stops)

Flannery: So you're happy about that then

Ahren: Yeah, that was my happy dance, got pre cum trickling down my leg and shit.

Flannery: TMI

Ahren: You love it

Flannery: I do.. I-I mean, Congratulations on your opportunity, in my opinion it's long overdue.

Ahren: Yeah, it's amazing what a little change in management can do. Lance Hart comes in and actually makes right decisions! Now the Hardcore title isn't stupidly 24/7, and I get to challenge for it. It's a good time to be alive.

Flannery: Have any words for the Hardcore Champion Maero?

(Ahren down to the ground, and starts slithering around)

Ahren: I've been waiting in the brush Flannery, Ssssssss, Im a snake... SSSSSSSss a slithering sneaky snake.. SSSSSSSs.. Just ready.... TO STRIKE!

(Ahren lunges at Flannery on to his feet)

Flannery: AHH! oh

Ahren: Ha, totally scared you. You totally thought I was a real venomous snake. BUT ALAS, I am but a human, with trill powers, but a human none the less.

Flannery: Yeah, I peed a little.

Ahren: Gross. Anyways, Yes I've been waiting, chomping at the bit... Which is a weird saying but here I am saying it... FOR A MOMENT LIKE THIS!!! SOME PEOPLE WAIT A LIFETIME FOR A MOMENT LIKE THIS...

Flannery: You singing Kelly Clarkson?

Ahren: Yeah, fits the mood, fuck wit me. I have been waiting, and working for this my entire career. I've taken my lumps, I've worked hard, and it's finally paying off. I'm going to punch Maero right in his face, and win the title. Take it back here, and make sweet love to it... No, I'm gonna fuck the shit out of that thing, it's going to be a hate fuck. It's going to just raw, and ruthless, I'm going to fuck it like it owes me money... It might break.

Flannery: Oh... Another Ahren porno coming out?

Ahren: Maybe... Maybe, just have to wait and see. As you can see Flannery, I'm quite excited. I've seen person after person pass me by getting title shots. Maero... Someone that I've beat in mere seconds. Jon McAdams.. Someone that I've beaten twice. Mortimer Gotch... Who isn't even in this company anymore. Keelan Cetnich... Who is dead now. Moongoose McQueen... who is probably dead now.. Lars Grier... Ryan Marx... The names go on and on. And do you know what all those names have in common? None of them have beaten me in a one on one match. So yeah, I think it's about time that I get my just desserts. I imagine it tastes like a hot fudge sunday... With... the lovely sweet juices that only Mila Kunis vag can only provide.

Flannery: Ok, relax

Ahren: Sorry Flan dog, I can't relax, I am an excited panda right now, and I must let it fly!

Flannery: That, makes no sense, but ok keep going.

Ahren: I meantioned earlier that I have trill powers. Bat trill powers, fish trill powers, so on so forth. Well I've added something to the list!

(Whips out a boomerang)

Ahren: I call it the Trillerang! It's qui-

(Ahren throws it mid sentence to try and catch Flannery off guard. She ducks, and it hits someone walking by in the hallway)

Ahren: ... It would've came back if her giant head didn't get in the way. But as you can see it's quite impressive. I just keep evolving Flannery, I'm like a Pokemon. And this Pokemon can't be caught in a Pokeball, I'm a slave to no one. Too feirce, no ball can contain me.

Flannery: Well Ahren, all of this sounds great, I'm very happy for you. But what about your match this Sunday on Voltage, where you will be teaming up with Drastik, to take on Solomon Caine, and Maero?

Ahren: Ew.. I don't do tag teams. For about a month Drastik has been forcing this tag team with me, and saying I'm his best friend. Gross. I'm not friends with failures, which is basically what Drastik is. He couldn't get the job done at KOE and now he has this pity parade going on, and I'm not going to be apart of it.

Flannery: Wait, but you've done segments with him, haven't you? And just last Voltage you tried lifting his spirits

Ahren: No, I haven't, that was an actor, much like the ones that Mike Showman used to have in his little skits try and embarras the Trill Fairy. But alas, that can't be done, I don't get embarrased.  Want to see how easy it is to try and have this done? (whistles)

(Drastik comes in, and unexpectedly forces a hug on Ahren)

Drastik: HEY MY BEST FRIEND OMG, CAN I MAKE OUT WITH YOU??!!

(Ahren pushes him off)

Ahren: No, freak!

(Drastik looks around not knowing what to do)

Ahren: You want to go makeout with your sister?

Drastik: NOOOO I WANT TO MAKE OUT WITH YOU!!!

Ahren: Oh.. I'm not into dudes sorry

Drastik: GOD MY NIPPLES ARE SO TENDER DONT SQUEEZE THEM!! OOOH A SHINY THING!!

(Drastik runs out of the room because he was distracted by a shiny thing)

Ahren: Yeah.. It's kind of like that... And as for me trying to lift his spirits, yeah, I tried to help him out, because I'm a good person, but you know what he did? He didn't come out, because he's too busy wrapped up in his own little pissy attitude. So you know what? This team that he's tried to force upon me for like 2 months, no, no thank you. I work alone, I'll do it this week, and this week only, but really, I am not interested. My one thought, is Maero, and that Hardcore Championship, that's it. If Drastik wants to sing my praises, and tell everyone how great I am, so be it, thanks, but I can't tell him what to say, or do. I ask EAW management to stop going along with what he says, and stop force feeding a team that I have no interest in. Sorry, but I am a lonewolf, I don't travel in a pack, I do things by myself... And with Jennipurr. That is the only team member I need.

Flannery: Where is Jennipurr I haven't seen her?

Ahren: Probably getting some cat dick per usual

Flannery: How is she not pregnant

Ahren: She gets cat abortions

Flannery: Oh...

Ahren: Yeah

Flannery: So you have 0 interest in being a team with Drastik

(Drastik comes back and pops his head through the doorway)

Drastik: Ahren I jerk off to you every night... I need you in my life. You're my obsession, and I can't live anymore without you.

(Ahren stares at Drastik and shuts the door in his face)


Ahren: Precisely

Flannery: Ok, well any more thoughts on this upcoming match?

Ahren: Let me just say this. Drastik is a great competitor, I have no problems with him ok? I just don't want to be in a team with him, and I feel the obsession over me to be quite odd. I know, he can't help it. I also know that it happens a lot, I'm just used to it being the opposite gender. I appreciate all the kind words he's had for me, and I know that a team with Drastik and Ahren Fournier would be quite great. I just don't want to be in a tag team, and well, I don't want to be molested. And there's nothing drastic about Ahren Fournier, I don't go to great lengths to get some fornication, I just get it with the snap of my fingers.

Flannery: Oh, and for your competitors?

Ahren: Well, Maero seems to have turned his career around, and I am proud of him. He hasn't said a word this week, but that's ok. Do you remember Maero? After I beat you in 5 seconds, you changed your thought process. I started this little crusade of yours Maero, don't forget that. I am the one that awoke this talent that was always within you, not Eclipse, not the Sanitorium... Me. But just like how I gave you this epiphony, I can easilly take it away. All the momentum that you have, all the success you have obtained, I will destroy it. You know what I'm capable of, I've shown this to you. No more do I have to suffer through the clusterfuck that is a scramble match, and I finally get a straight up one on one match. So should you be scared? Yeah, yeah you should, because I am your biggest threat. You can't take me one on one, and I know your foolish pride will make it so your friends in the Sanitorium won't help. That's the fighting spirit within you, and that I can respect. But, the problem with that is that it puts you at a disadvantage. You're going up against someone that is hungrier, more atheletic, better looking, more muscular, with more stamina, that can go for hours, fresher, fresh to death even.... Than you. Try to refute it all you want, the fact remains the same, I am taking your title away from you. I am going to finally be where I have long deserved to be. And it starts this Sunday, I will plant the seeds that will be your destruction, and utter demise.

Flannery: You can plant a seed in me...

Ahren: What? Don't be like Drastik

Flannery: Nothing, So Solomon Caine spoke

Ahren: That boring, overrated, repetitive piece of hot garbage?

Flannery: Yeah

Ahren: Let me guess, he talked about his masters, and how he wants to save me or we're too late to be saved or some stupid shit.

Flannery: Yeah basically. But he did say that your "just rewards are now falling on your head"

Ahren: What does that even mean? What odd phrasing. Clearly they don't have English class in Demon school or wherever he went.

Flannery: True, but what do you say to this?

Ahren: Ummm, What just rewards is he speaking of? The fact I had a month vacation where I got paid more money just to talk? AND be named the number 1 contender for the Hardcore Championship? Those are some pretty good rewards, I must be doing something right. This guy is a complete moron, and doesn't even know what's coming out of his own mouth. He doesn't even know what's going on in my career. Where's his title match? Oh wait he had one, and what did he do? He lost. Yeah, put him on the list of people that got undeserved title matches before me and did nothing with it. Which is hypocritical by the way, he says Drastik and I are only in it for glory and vanity? Well isn't going for a title something that would be considered going for glory, and vanity? What do your slave owners think about that? Did they punish you for thinking about going for a championship? Or is that what they wanted? Did they want that title? If so wouldn't that make your masters hypocrites? And if your masters are hypocrites, why do you listen to them? And if your masters are so all powerful and wanted that title, why don't you have it? Wouldn't it seem that your all powerful masters aren't very powerful at all? I mean, I forgot who you had to beat, but whether that was Jon McAdams or Maero, or even Drastik, shouldn't your masters have helped you out on that one? I didn't need any help to beat McAdams or Maero, I just did it because I'm better than them. Soooooo you know what that means? I am better than your masters! I'm more powerful than the people... or creatures that you blindly follow you rodent. Maybe you should just go ba ba ba ba back to the farm you fucking sheep. Get it? Because sheep's go baaaa. Or maybe you should listen to me now you pathetic sheep.  You're not even good enough to beat someone with the help of gods, that's how bad you are. Anyways, I'm done talking about this drugged up, reptitive shit storm.

Flannery: You go hard in the paint.

Ahren: I also go hard in the pink

Flannery: What?

Ahren: Sex

Flannery: Right

Ahren: So.. I'm going back to playing bedbugs with my girls, you can join if you'd like, but... I don't think they like you very much, and they fight dirty. GIRLS!

(The camera pans back to Flannery who now randomly has eye black under her eyes, a headband, work out clothes, and is putting her hair back in a hair tie)

Flannery: Oh I'm ready for the challenge

Ahren Good good

(The girls all come back in the room single file all staring at Flannery giving her the stink eye. Flannery takes a deep breath and gets ready for combat... Camera fades to black)

The camera opens to PB standing in a ring within the center of an otherwise empty arena.  He hovers over a fallen ladder with his hands pursed in front of him pensively as he examines the pieces of broken timber surrounding the fell ladder.

"Oh Jonesy! Never change.  I mean that too.  I really do.  Oh, and that's what I shall be referring to you as for now on, just as I always have.  Just as I always will.  The truth of the matter is that I agree with you.  My title reign shouldn't count, despite what I overcame to accomplish it.  I was a champion who welcomed all comers, and was willing to go through hell or high water to win and retain the Elite Answers Championship, and when my feet were put to the flame immediately they seared until my soles were wretched and worthless...but, on the other hand, I did beat five other men to win that title.  I didn't have breaks between encounters, and took some on two at a time.  In that regard, my title victory is more impressive than your handful of matches that made up your crowning inauguration.  If you want to play pissing contest though, I've had my fair share of winning streaks.  Not just my rookie year, but my first six months on Showdown was a showing of premier dominance.  That's what got me in that pod.  Not one match, not four, but over 24 weeks of dominance.  See, what you've always failed to understand is that it's not the destination but the journey that makes a champion.  Just as you could never keep me away from that EAW National Championship for too long, Lannister's going to find it hard to keep me away from that Elite Answer's Championship.  You can mug the champ, but when you do you're just borrowing the gold.  You of all people should know that.  You and Drake."

Pizza Boy picks up the ladder, standing it up straight under the glowing overhead ring light.  He starts to climb it slowly as he continues to address the camera.

"Things never really change, Jonesy.  No matter how many times I prove you wrong, you're always going to see that first year kid who showed up without a clue to reluctantly take on the world of wrestling.  No matter how many times I get knocked down, get depressed, and bleed, I'll always get up, perk up, clot up, and come back all the more motivated.  You'll always convince yourself that you're better than me, that there's some reason, some acclaim, some insignificant footprint in your path to glory that's somehow better than all the other dragged footprints in the sand.  The truth is that we both know it's all conceit and pomp.  The truth is that no crown, scepter, or throne will ever make you any less of a fool.  You'll always be Jonesy, and I'll always be that snot nosed brat who keeps getting back up to throw you off of your high horse."

Pizza Boy leans to one side on the ladder, letting it fall with him on top riding it down.  A few feet from impact, he lands on his feet, letting the ladder collapse with a loud clack of metal back on the canvas at his feet.

"Never change boys.  I say this as an indictment and not a request, as a statement and not a demand.  The fact that you two still cling to one another after every single failure just shows how dire your outlooks truly are.  You're like two codependent addicts of failure.  It's getting so pathetic that I'm not even sure you two are the bullies anymore.  Soon enough people are going to start sympathizing with you, pitying you, and wondering what that mean ol' Pizza Boy keeps rubbing egg into your faces.  That might be the first real thing you two actually succeed at; making me out to be the bad guy.  But at what cost? Your credibility? Your momentum as singles stars? Your legacies? I'd like to think so.  Considering the only Tiberius Jones that ever really gave me a good fight was the one at Rite of Passage, I'm beginning to wonder why you'd ever go back to Drake Jaeger.  Is it because you lost? Are you that insecure? You must be if you think winning a number one contender's ship position in a tournament is somehow more prestigious than actually winning the gold.  It's almost like you're afraid to leave your friend behind and become something more, as if you think you'll jeopardize that insurance policy by being better than him."

Pizza Boy lets out a fake gasp of realization.

"Almost like you're afraid that once you win that title, you'll get cashed in on by someone and no one will be there to watch your back. Don't get me wrong, that's a legitimate fear to have.  I, of all people, should know better than anyone that the EAW roster is chomping at the bit to stick a knife anywhere they can find an opening, but being afraid of that insurmountable challenge put before you as the top star makes everything you say about my quote-unquote 'reign' hypocrisy.  Fear of the inevitable is what makes you what you are.  Facing those fears head on makes you what you should already be if you've got that championship around your waist, no matter how brief the reign.  When Nico came a' knockin' I answered with my fist, even though two men were actively trying to put me out of their misery.  When Lannister came courting, I spilled extra blood and fought with every ounce of life left in me to try and keep that newly won championship in my possession, even when Tyler Parker did everything in his power to make sure Lannister had his work cut out for him.  And when Judas assaulted me with two thugs at his disposal and stole my EAW National Championship.  Well...we all know how that one ended, don't we?"

Pizza Boy squats over the ladder and stares down the camera's lens as the single bare bulb above the ring makes his head a barely visible silhouette amidst it's fluorescent glow.

"I am the maker of destiny.  I am the dynamo of EAW.  I am the streak.  I am the kid.  I am nobody, and even as nobody I still accomplished more on my own than Drake & Jones combined, because despite you I'm a two time National Championship.  Despite you, I'm a one time Elite Answer's Champion.  Considering how much I've done to contradict your spite, just imagine what I'll be able to do once I put you out down for good.  Then again, I've said all of this before. Count the pock marks where those splinters used to be.  Stretch those joints that were bruised in the fall.  Do all of this and then ask yourself what you think I'm capable of now that I've seen what you can get up from.  Ask yourself if I'm still that bitter little heart burn kid whose mad that you beat up his two dads.  Ask what it means that I've finally got the both of you back into a ring, together for the first time since I put you through my mentor's likeness on the outside of this ring from the highest point in the arena.  Then ask yourself if I'm the type of guy who takes opportunities like this for granted.  Considering our encounters, I'm guessing it hasn't taken you too long to surmise what all of this means for you. After all, the more things change..."

Pizza Boy stands, cutting an impressive figure in the light as he stands with his fists clenched at his side.  He reaches down and picks up the ladder, slings it over his shoulder, and heads for the ropes.  Dumping it to the outside haphazardly, PB soon follows behind and disappears into the darkened abyss of the arena.

Whoever said it was easy destroying the ones you love is a stone cold liar. Either that, they're a sociopath. I like to think my penchant for violence is overshadowed by my need to challenge the unknown. Can Stephanie Matsuda beat Aria Jaxon in a ladder match? This is my current problem. I'm devoted to this competition - it's the first thing I think of when waking up and the last thought I have before succumbing slumber's sweet embrace. It is my mantra, my temporary religion, my daunting research question. Well, here's my hypothesis: when you apply a ladder match to the equation of Jaxon v. Matsuda, the latter will always come out on top. That ladder tomorrow night is a stairway to heaven, a one-way ticket to proving that I am here to stay. I have to clear my mind of all doubt. Once I cross this line, there’s no going back. Everything that I will do to her in that ring serves a purpose: achieve immortality.

----

(The scene opens up to Mao walking down the street, taking in the active Warsaw nightlife. Cloud is nowhere in sight.)

Good evening EAW universe. I’m about to show you something special here in downtown Warsaw; something few people get to see. My client has a lot on her mind, to the point where even training couldn’t quell the confusion in her heart. It’s never easy fighting the ones you love, even if that love isn’t as strong as it once was. So I advised my client to pursue a passion she has long put aside

(Mao stops in front of a small coffeehouse)

Music.

(The camera follows Mao inside the coffeehouse where a twenty-something crowd is watching a woman walk on stage with an acoustic guitar. The camera zooms in to show that it’s Stephanie Matsuda!)

As members of the War Party already know, Matsuda-san used to be in a band called the Sky Pirates. When her wrestling career took off, the band took a temporary hiatus, and Cloud stopped making music.

(Cloud sits down, adjusting the guitar strings)

But that didn’t stop her from playing. In fact, two specific women on the Empire roster would love to hear her play from time to time. My client doesn’t know I’m here, but I want the EAW universe to witness this - I want Aria to see this. She’s played this for you before. She said it’s one of your favorite songs of all time.

(Cloud tests the strings and starts to play)


This was one of the first cover songs Steph learned by heart. She learned it because it brought Aria such joy. She played this song to bring her friend happiness. This was several years prior of course, but I would catch her playing it from time to time. In the depths of her heart, she still misses you Aria. But, when you force someone in a corner, there’s only so much they can take. What did you expect my client to do? Lie down and let scheming skanks and jealous Joshi's walk over her warrior spirit? The universe pushed and Matsuda fought back in kind. For that, she sacrificed her old life. There’s no going back for Cloud Matsuda. She aligned herself with those who would encourage her new crusade - one where she would never be hurt again. That’s what it’s all about Ms. Jaxon. Cloud’s tired of the hurt - and not just the pain she received from you. You remember how you brought up Eddie? Well, nobody’s heard a peep from that guy in a while. If I’m not mistaken, he was a no-show at an event in Mexico. I wonder what happened - oh! She’s about to start!

“Remember those walls I built 
Well, baby, they're tumbling down
And they didn't even put up a fight
They didn't even make a sound.”

(Whispers to the camera) 

Stephanie did what she could to build her walls after Haruna Sakazaki, and Mexican Samurai left her vulnerable in the middle of Tokyo, in front of her friends and family. She relied on those she trusted to get her through it - and they did - for a time. 

“I found a way to let you in
But I never really had a doubt
Standing in the light of your halo
I got my angel now.”

Stephanie gave her heart to you, to Cailin, and what you both represented - at least what she thought you did. If I went back in time and told Cloud what would become of her, she would’ve never believed me. It’s ironic because her rivals teased at the idea of a Formation breakup. They predicted that you would betray her, but she didn’t listen. Foolish on her part, but that’s what friendship is for right?

“It's like I've been awakened
Every rule I had you breaking
It's the risk that I'm taking
I ain't never gonna shut you out.”

This has a ring of irony to it. Her awakening could have happened at Pain for Pride. That Lapis Lazuli heard around the world was like a shock to the system. From there on out she could never shut out the feeling of betrayal from her heart. The risk, as it relates to Stephanie, would be joining Sanatorium and turning her back on the EAW universe.

“Everywhere I'm looking now

I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby, I can see your halo
You know you're my saving grace
You're everything I need and more

It's written all over your face
Baby, I can see your halo
Pray it won't fade away.”

(Mao closes her eyes, as Cloud continues to play)

In another time this could be referenced to several people. But we’ll leave that alone for the moment. Aria, yet again you expose your immaturity. In your point of view, everyone’s either jealous of you or doesn’t even matter to register in that tiny brain of yours. Aria Jaxon: Heroine of the Millennials. You’re the poster child for the “Mean Girls Generation,” a proud product of deflecting shade while bringing up old shit with a spit shine and declaring it new. Okay, Christina Colombus what else do you get for us?  What new trend will you start next? How many times will you claim you’ll make up for your sorry thirty days as a world champion? “But Cloud only held the title for thirty days!” Yes back, but at least she has a successful defense under her belt. I want you to listen carefully to the background because that’s your swan song sweets. This is ratchet attitude of yours is doing you no favors. Do you want to be tough? You have no idea what true strength means. You’re not going to be in there with someone the brass expects you to pass. In the words of our so-called esteemed champion Cloud was “never meant to be here.” She was never intended to get this far in a Western promotion. Here she is, just a day away from ruining your dreams. Any ounce of sentiment she had for you will die when the last chord of this song is played. Her eyes will be cold, and her hands set to destroy. She’s put people out of commission before - this is nothing new to her. 

“I can feel your halo
I can see your halo
I can feel your halo
I can see your halo
Halo”

(Cloud finishes the song, and bows slightly as the fans applaud her. She takes off her guitar and walks off stage towards Mao, who turns to the camera.)

Welp, time to end our little private discussion. Cloud’s gonna be miffed about this, but I just wanted to shed a bit of light on things - not that you care Ms. Jaxon. Anywho, sayonara!

(The camera fades as Mao walks up to Cloud.)

Pizza Boy, ever the ingrate, count your blessings for even being in the presence of your king! First off, it is Tiberius IV. Do not refer to me by any other name. Yet I must give you credit for being a huge motivation on my path to becoming king. It had been a long strain on my psyche to witness the people of my generation, the Jamie O’Haras, the Ares Vendettas, and the Lannisters become what they did, while there was just a ceiling I personally could not get over ever so quickly as they did, but then the last straw came. Regardless of how short and pathetic it was, Pizza Boy clinched his way into a world title reign. I know how this business works, you will always still be given credit for being a former world champion. How could that be? A weak, dim witted, no style, less than common, man like you who I use to bully for the fun of it entered a position of EAW of ultimate glory before me? The insult filled me with passion, since that day I had fought harder than ever before to make sure that history would have its eyes on me!

And now, I hold the greatest honor there is to be had in EAW! Make no mistake, the King of Elite Crown is the true pinnacle prize of the industry, the true eye grabber of history! World Champions? The number of them are too numerous, the names of kings are far easier to remember due to the rarity. CITV? CITV does not have an entire FPV event centered around it where the victor is crowned in the main event. The Grand Rampage? The Grand Rampage does not give one a title of sovereignty as I have with the moniker of king, and besides if one so decides a king can in fact use his crown to challenge for world gold at Pain for Pride, effectively having the ability to have the same reward as the Grand Rampage as BONUS if one, no…if I so desire. HRDO’s and Damien’s blockade from giving me my rightful one on one championship opportunity is now gone, not only is our GM likely to put away the past in order to favour the man who showcased Showdown’s supremacy at KOE over all brands, but I have the influence to get my opportunity at will with one declaration!

Just like through my whim alone, I was able to knight Drake Jaeger and have him compete on Showdown with me.

Which makes me wonder, why are you so comfortable reminiscing of the past Pizza Boy? I won’t even bother lingering on the fact you never won any of our two on two matches. The jungle gym days are over. This isn’t like two bored kids deciding to pick on the weakest looking brat in the school like in the past, now those two are men with purpose, prestige, and power! Do you not see the crown? Do you not see the title on Drake’s shoulders? We’re much more important now, we can make your life a true living hell, and you thought you were there before.

Let me tell you what I wish I’d known when I was down there in the squalors with men like you and Lioncross, sometimes things are exactly as they appear. People rarely betray their natures, and they always tell you the truth if you’re willing to take them for their word. I use to make things so complicated back when I was Tiberius Jones….put on so many acts as the former CITV Lioncross would well know, and expected others were capable of being as complex  as I and could be taken for more than what was there at face value. I don’t quite remember what came over Drake and I to team with a man named “Judas” of all figures, but he of course like his namesake undermined those around him, he betrayed the talents of  Drake & Jones. That was what we got for thinking Judas was anything else than Judas.  You make that same mistake. You don’t want to accept the simple reality that Drake and I are champion and king. You don’t want to accept that dragons of Darkness Flame & Komodo have much more chemistry mastery than two guys who would flunk tag team middle school and never would reach the sciences in the first place, just like they did real school. Most of all you forget……you’re Pizza Boy.

You are merely one called upon to deliver servings to the masses, that is why you are still employed here. You are not the centerpiece of anyone’s night, you are not respected on such fundamental level. A bell rings so the door is opened for your delivery, the people are shallowly happy to see you, and the you go away quickly like a passing face those you serve forget. You read too much into EAW’s good manners, letting you see what was on the other side of the door was just empty pleasantries.

You even got your tip Pizza Boy, it was real generous that your reward for your great service was a world title but as your reign showed that doesn’t mean you get to stay in on the party inside, you already got booted from the room….now I’m closing the door on your face.

You know I’ve been called a lot of things in life a lot that I never really let get to me but what you just said to me Lars. Is just unacceptable a copy of Terry Chambers? Now who in their right mind wants to be a copy of Terry Chambers? Hell I don’t even think Terry Chambers wants to be Terry Chambers. The most notable thing that man has done was beat me in a last man standing match. A match the big bastard obviously can’t stop bringing up that is beside the point though. Self-centered? Have you been hiding under a rock these past couple of months? I’ve been all about these fans and what makes them happy instead of being worried about what makes me happy. Oh yeah I’m very self-centered. Now that I stopped worried about what the fans wanted I’m selfish? Come on now I told these guys on Showdown I still care for them I really do however it’s time to do what I want to do. I’m not here to impress anyone else but myself. I’m not here to make anyone else look good but myself. You want to see me get the job done? Well you’ll be able to witness it firsthand this Saturday when I get the job done against you and if that’s not enough proof for you then I guess that just means I have to get the job done in the Gold Rush Tournament too something I do plan on successfully doing whether you or anyone else likes it. Lars you keep on talking down about how I lost the New Breed championship and how I wasn’t prepared for an actual title defense and you know what that’s kind of funny considering what just happened to you. I mean you were the one who wasn’t even ready to win a title. You looked strong that whole month leading into King of Elite attacking me and all that other bullshit you did. Just to fall short against Ryan Marx.

Speaking of which Lars I hope you don’t think I forgot about what you did to me. Like that hasn’t been in the back of my mind and the only reason I haven’t done anything is because I’ve been waiting for the right time and here it is. Chris Elite vs Lars one on one a match I’ve been looking forward to even before what you have done to me. Losses don’t really get to me Lars no matter what you seem to think or not. I’m not like the rest of the good guys here. One loss isn’t going to force me to change things every time it happens or trust me I’d be changing a lot. I’m not going to make every loss a big deal because it isn’t and you can’t win everything. You know that don’t you Lars? Well if not you will learn on Saturday, see this is just a preview of what’s to come to everyone in this tournament. I’m not going to contemplate leaving the company every time I lose. I mean maybe that’s you’re thing or the next guys it’s not mine though. I stay because I want success and I will earn success and I will get the success. You refuse to believe me because you are ignorant and ignorance in this company is not a great trait to have. Being ignorant in this company will get you hurt and I’ll show you exactly how on Saturday. Of course you will defend your case and avoid being called ignorant at all costs whenever that maybe though I guarantee you just prove to me and everyone else exactly why you are ignorant. I mean you just compared me to Terry Chambers and despite losing to him I refuse to be told that “Man” is better than I am. I am on a different level than Terry and I am on a different level than you Lars. I am a veteran and I know at times it might not come off like that I am. I am a veteran who will exploit all of your weaknesses right before the kickoff of this big tournament. Helping not only myself but whoever you might face when it begins. I have a drive and I have a hunger that no one else in this company can match. Like I said last week I refuse to go another 7 years or even 7 months without another taste of success again. I absolutely refuse and will do whatever it takes to make sure that I don’t wait that long again. I would never want to be like you that means I’d have to be some big ignorant idiot. Now that I said that if anyone is the copy of Chambers it’s you. Just like him you are a big ignorant idiot. I don’t need to pander to anyone but myself now. Nothing is holding me back not you not these fans not even myself.

Another thing I’m tired of everyone claiming they’ll beat the daylights out of me or take me out and the next week or a few hours after our match I’m perfectly fine no injuries no concussions. So please stop saying things you know won’t happen to make yourself seem like some sort of badass. I don’t care how big you are I don’t care how good you think you are. You are not defeating me when it’s all said and done. I respect what you are capable of. That won’t be enough for a victory over me though. You want to see a drive out of Chris Elite? You want me to break through the walls? So be it just know you are the first wall I am driving through and there is nothing you can do about it but put you’re bald ass head in your hands and whine about it.

Oh, former AWL Champion? I suppose that narrows it down a bit, though, not really because I don’t care. Because you still fail to get the point of the message I’m trying to get across. The game that I play, minding that you probably have no clue you are even partaking it in, but the truth is, it’s a game we are all players in, the game we call life. Now the biggest question we have to ask, or atleast the guys that are as ambitious as myself that we like to ask is, “How does one truly become immortal?” How does one live forever? How does one stand the test of times? And Lucian, you can keep listing these titles as your accomplishments, but how many before you have held those titles? And along with that, how many of them are truly “remembered?” Because the truth is, you can talk about the trinkets that you’ve held, and someday, people will read online, “Lucian Black” won this title. But everyone can read at this point, but how many people will truly know. I came to EAW one of the most hated men in that locker room, yet beloved by the fans, because when people think AWL, they associate it with Moongoose McQueen. These, these are the real accomplishments that set me apart from everyone that has everyone a world title or appeared in an event.  Because someone eventually takes that spot and does it better than you, and it’s a real damn shame that your time at the top was short. And at this point, you are by definition, still a 1 Hit Wonder, because you have reduced yourself to no longer being “Lucian Black” but a former EAW World  Champion.  While I will continue to flourish as Moongoose McQueen, a man who is so unique, so charismatic, so talented, a true wild card and natural born leader, that I am almost unmatched. I am already larger than life, and that is truly the key to immortality. And quite frankly, Lucian Black, hoping from name to name throughout your career will hurt those chances and reduce to “remember that one time, that one guy did that?” But would you rather be that? Or would you rather be? “Do you remember that man?” Why speak of yourself to something you have done in the past, especially over something that isn’t as special as you’ve made it out to be. It doesn’t change the fact that you are not the face of EAW, hell you’re not even the face of Dynasty, and even if you were, it didn’t last long enough to leave a lasting impression.  Hence, a one hit wonder, while I myself am a man of many hits. You’ve might have gone gold, but son, I’ve gone platinum over and over throughout my career, leaving a real impact in the lives of the fans and other wrestlers. And quite frankly, Lucian Black, the only life you’ve changed for the better is Sebastian Monroe, and sure, I suppose you think that is noble and all. But when the best thing that guy gives you in return is “Head of Security,” any fool can see that you got GOT.
 

Did you not fight for Dynasty to get it on the map, and put yourself there at the top? After all, I fought hard in my time in AWL to make it damn sure that I was the man people saw representing it. And unlike you, I kept that position throughout the years always reminding people that I, Moongoose McQueen changed the game for an entire promotion, and here you are probably not even the top 5 most influential guy in EAW history. But that’s being harsh as there has been so many, but let’s be more realistic, how about last year, alone? Were you the most influential talent in EAW? And we’ll see how many people actually put you there when we had guys like Aren, Jacob Senn, Ares Vendetta, and Y2Impact. All and all, even if you were top 10, it still sucks because you aren’t number 1. And whose fault is that? And quite honestly, becoming Head of Security, you think that is going to do anything for you in 2017? Hell NO!! You want power? You go for the top position. It’s all or nothing, but once again, you’ve settled. And Lucian Black, that is the most disappointing thing about you. You had that momentum, and you’ve dropped it so fast, its already getting stepped on by just about everyone. I might say these things, sounding like your worse enemy, but if Moongoose McQueen has been known for anything, its an ability to bring out the best in people. I’m happy to see you are all fired up. After all, how entertaining could it be if either one of use went in half-hearted into this fight? I’m trying to light a fire in your belly. Bring back the Lucian Black people once loved, yet you done and gone ahead an became someone’s lap dog. If I’m saying you are making a stupid career decision, after having such a successful career of my own, then you best believe I’m telling the truth. I have no reason to lie to you. Lying is hard when telling the truth is so much easier, and Lucian Black, the truth is, no one now is talking about the past, and how can you expect people to talk about you being the future if people won’t even acknowledge you in the present. And no man, including myself, will respect a person that was given his power instead of earning it, and that is all Head of Security really is all about. Power that was given, and thus power that is to be challenged, and you know Moongoose McQueen, he’s always open for a challenge. Atleast if you’ve earned that power, there is some real legitimacy to it if you took that throne, but a king that was given that position is never truly ready for it. And you think that this Friday will be last thing between us? This one match?!! THINK AGAIN! If you are still Head of Security, and you do anything to stop me from getting what I want, well, as you have pointed out, we both play the game quite differently. You tend to run away from the player and take any opportunity that is given to you. Me…. I just take out the player that is in my way, and this is why the game never changes. This is why I am one of the most iconic men in this business and in the many years to come, people will know my name. People will remember Moongoose McQueen was never a coward, Moongoose McQueen never backed down from a fight, and Moongoose  did things on his own terms. And tomorrow, that will not change one bit. You can’t break me, Lucian Black. You’ve seen many have tried and failed, and you can have the power of the world, but Moongoose McQueen is an omnipotent force you can wish will go away. At one point, every person here in EAW will cross path with me, and only I will decide who will be the last, and Lucian Black, once again, you are no where near the top of that list. I’ll see you Friday, and for many more Fridays to come if you want to continue to play security guard. Just know you might have sign for a lot more than you can handle, and believe me, I’m a handful.

 

[Elijah Stewart struggles for a moment to adjust the camera on the computer that has been placed on a desk inside his bedroom. He stares at it as confirmation of the recording beginning is displayed to him and he begins to speak.]

Sheridan. I extend greetings to you. I think that this is a time to set the record straight to you about who I am, what I plan to accomplish, and what will transpire when we face each other this Sunday. My name is Elijah Stewart, formerly Prisoner # 455858 at the United States Penitentiary at Terra Haute, Indiana. My family hails from Scotland but I have spent the vast majority of my life in the United States, causing nothing but pain and suffering for those who come into contact with me. You see, before I came to the pro wrestling world I was marked for death. Saved from the execution table by a benefactor that to this day remains nameless. Someone somewhere found me more suitable to bring hell on earth to your professional wrestling world than rotting away behind bars. So…here I am, hungry again.

First impressions are not always accurate. For example, you have described me as a “loose cannon”. While I do appreciate being compared to a weapon of war, I’m not particularly thrilled that you have chosen this term. Loose cannon…this term implies that the target does not think his actions through thoroughly. That he is somehow rash, foolish, and doesn’t understand his limitations. This couldn’t be further from the truth when you look at me. While I do things that most people would consider disgusting, deplorable, and worthy of the worst fates imaginable to mankind…I think about everything that I do. Every action, from the eye gouges to the punches to the slams to the pressing my boot against an opponent’s skull as they beg me to spare their worthless existence, is calculated. It appears chaotic and unrestrained but please understand that there is an order, a delightful, destructive order, to what I do in and out of the ring.

And while I do agree with your assumption of the patrons who pay to see grown men and women beat themselves to near death for entertainment being disgusting little cretins, but you I have a bit of respect for. While I find your attempts to bring back a bygone era of wrestling a bit laughable, I can appreciate finding principles to stand up for and working to achieve those ends by any means necessary. In a lot of ways, you and I are alike in that regard. We have laser-like focus on what we want and we have no need of asking anyone for it. We simply move to take it by force. You see, I was raised in a perfectly stable house hold. My parents both worked, responsible Christian people. You may find this hard to believe but at one point when I wasn’t roughing up my peers or taunting educators I was an honor student. I’m not dumb.

However, I am a very violent, despicable human being.

Relying on brute force isn’t a sign of a lack of intelligence. I think that’s another misperception that so many have. Why waste your time learning complex holds, beautiful aerial moves to entertain mindless idiots? Why spend hours on end doing wrestling drills when just knowing how to punch, kick, and drive a person’s head into something is more than enough to secure the result needed? Oh, and don’t feel special about me saying this to you since you’re a professional wrestler. I’d say the same shit to a boxer, a mixed martial artist, a karate champion…it makes no difference.

I do have compassion, but not in the way that you see that it should be applied. I have compassion for those people among us who don’t really understand that their aspirations are beyond their ability to attain. This is one of the primary functions of my existence: to weed out all these people who think that they can achieve their means through their fists…and show them that there ARE prices that they are not willing to pay. That they can be broken. I am a walking measuring stick, you might say. You want to prove that you are tough? Fine, try to knock me down and see what happens. There aren’t many living creatures, let alone human beings, who are up to that task.

You, for someone so robotic and focused, seems to talk quite a lot. And this really doesn’t surprise me because talking seems to be the main thing that EAW wrestlers are best at regardless of brand. Drastik talked and talked and talked…. but once he stepped in the ring with me, even after he managed to “win” by your wrestling standards, he slipped out of the ring and I saw a bloodied, changed man. I don’t know if it was fear that I saw, but I do think that his thinking, his entire mindset was unraveled. While he continues to parade around thinking that he is still the fighter he was years ago, he knows that he is a weakened, hollow shell of his former self.

You will be the same, Sheridan. I don’t really want to hurt you. Honestly, I wish we had met under different circumstances. I would have asked you to join my cause. I would rather you at my side than across the ring from me any day of the week, twice on Sundays. But, that’s not what is going to happen. I don’t think you’re the type that’s shrewd or cowardly enough to simply forfeit and after staring down the most disgusting, depraved individuals the correctional system of the United States of America must offer, I can assure you that a tiny blonde woman, even one as strong as determined as you, doesn’t scare me in the slightest. You will stand up to me, bravely enough, but without true insight into what you are facing. Without the understanding that your rival Aria has now that she’s crossed my path. I think there is a reason that she has not been near the Voltage locker room since. I don’t care about ratings. I don’t care about wrestling. I don’t care about the fans. I don’t care about entertainment. I don’t care about Voltage. I only care about destroying whoever stands across from me in a fight.

I don’t care for you, but I do have an offer if you want to be spared: Crawl on your hands and knees, like a German Shephard, back to Empire. Beg the General Manager forgiveness for your stupidity and being released from your contract. “Lower yourself” to wrestling competition like Azumi Goto, Cailin Dillon, and Kendra Shamez. Get the hell out of my way. If you do that, you will be spared. Do it not, and I promise you my dear German friend I will break you. You are strong and have wrestling ability, but I am stronger and have no need or regard for your rules. I will not stop with acceptable wrestling holds. I will use any and everything I can to my advantage to make sure that you not leave that ring on your own feet.

That is my offer to you.

You are a walking contradiction. You assume everything but understand nothing about your opponent. You speak in a condescending fashion before you even get a true read of his motives. You outline your strategy before even realizing what you are up against. And even when faced with a vastly superior force, you still cling to the stupid belief that you will attain victory because your German Efficiency will save you.

I would expect nothing less from a German. I understand that my country was absorbed into a United Kingdom, but so many times the Germans have claimed that they would be successful in war against their enemies.

You, being the product of the fine German education that I’m sure you have, should know that they often failed. You will join their ranks of shame and humiliation if you don’t step aside. This isn’t a rejection of your philosophy about wrestling. This isn’t me telling you that your mission has no purpose, my dear. I’ve said it several times before that I understand and admire it. I am simply telling you what will come to pass if you refuse to step aside.

You are strong, beautiful and intelligent. Fine attributes to have. Don’t let your pride and ego force me to cripple your strength, tarnish your beauty, and question your intelligence. The ball is on your side of the court. Do with it what you wish. Just remember that your words will have consequences and I strongly suggest you don’t continue to draw my ire.

[With that last sentence, the feed is cut off, leaving only a screen of white noise before fading to complete darkness.]

 

[At Elijah’s home in Scotland, he sits in a den that has been made into a makeshift film room for he and his concierge Alana to study his opponents. Elijah sits alone in the dimly lit room, staring at the screen in what seems to be astonishment and admiration. His opponent, Sheridan Muller, is shown in footage of various contests with special attention payed to her matches with Ares Vendetta and the Empress of Elite tournament that she participated in last year. As he continues to watch, Alana enters and sits next to him, staring glumly at the screen before looking at her client.]

Alana: I saw that little speech you made on Voltage. Do you mind explaining yourself?

Elijah: ……….

Alana: I just got a call from Mitsuko and she wasn’t really pleased about you going on your own and threatening some sort of ridiculous action without approval. We do have people we still answer to, you know? Who is it that you’ve been talking about targeting? Why?

Elijah: ……….

[Alana huffs a bit before folding her arms over her chest, turning away from him and staring back at the screen.]

Alana: You’re staring a little hard at that screen. Does the convict sociopath have a little schoolboy crush on the little wrestling woman or something? I always thought your type would be a bit more…crazy. And trashy.

Elijah: You don’t know my tastes yet. I do have an appreciation of two things: Beauty and strength. This Sheridan, she possesses both. I have not seen anything quite like her on Voltage. Sure, I’ve had a chance to fight women before, but compared to the rather ugly, obese things I’ve come into contact with and that RAT I fought on Voltage before…this is a very special case. I’ve fought so many people with petty dreams and aspirations, but never have a seen such discipline and dedication and strength. All wrapped up in a pretty little package. When she’s not frowned up of course.

Alana: You really fell.

Elijah: Not really. I do understand that, admiration aside, I am paid rather handsomely to hurt people and just generally cause chaos. They want their “main event” to be me running through someone and then just destroying everyone around, so be it. It’s such a shame, honestly. I would very much like to work with this woman. With our money, her discipline and my general disregard for human life, we’d have the potential to build quite the little army. But…from hearing her speak, it seems like her revolution is a bit of a solo act. Such a shame…

[Elijah continues leer at the screen in a fashion that instantly makes his manager uncomfortable. Unable to stand the silence anymore she clears her throat to speak again.]

Alana: You need to take this woman more seriously. She’s just as gifted as Aria and Aria did manage to give you just a little bit of trouble. Plus, she may be as strong as most male competitors.

Elijah: I don’t care about how strong she is. I just think that it’s absolutely criminal that I must lay my hands on such an unblemished bit of perfection as this! Heheh…but I AM a criminal after all. She wants to make people appreciate her wrestling art, or something like that I’ve been told. She’s a very peculiar one. She’s a cold, savage little being. In so many ways we are the same. We both aspire to introduce the world to our truth. Her truth is some idealistic wrestling utopia where her “pure” wrestling reigns supreme and entertainment is seen as the only and best way.

Alana: And what is your truth?

Elijah: That wrestling is no different from any form of combat. That a fight on the prison yard, the sumo ring, the squared circle…they’re all the same. I don’t mind getting my hands dirty and bending the rules of authority in my way. The only way to truly embrace life…is to embrace carnage. To embrace anarchy! That’s my main message to the public. The secondary message is that of all the sharks that swim in the vast EAW ocean, my teeth are the sharpest, my bite the most fearsome. I don’t think that this determined young lady truly understands what she has submitted herself to willingly. She’s gone from taking part in catfights and costume matches on Empire against her will, essentially running from authority instead of taking it by force….and has been dropped into a land of complete lawlessness. I mean, even here she will not even fully escape the reach of the women. The WolvesDen and the Sanatorium have their members. I’m sure the so-called champion will call on his significant other sooner or later if our German friend does become more of a threat. She expects full remit to do as she pleases here? She believes that surviving here will be as easy as surviving on Empire could have been? She has escaped one corrupt government only to see asylum on the land of another, equally corrupt state. My truth is that I have yet to fully show the world the full extent of my cruelty. To have the opportunity to do it to someone that is held is such high esteem is not an opportunity to be taken for granted, no?

Alana: I have a question, and you may freely answer it as you wish, but did you have something to do with this match being made?

Elijah: No. I just happen to be given some of the more interesting matches here. I’ve fought a transvestite, a pompous fool, an even bigger fool who still believes in his own legend, and a wolf cub. I’m still seeking thorough entertainment and part of me seeking out a stronger fight is a means to that end. Sheridan happens to be placed in front of me, but my ambition is a bit…..higher. And, I have to add, the target is far, far less beautiful I’m afraid.

Alana: Travel is prepared for you to Virginia. We’ll leave in the morning.

Elijah: Good, but I would like to record a message for our dear German friend first. I’ll be in my room.

[Elijah exits, a bit of a smile on his face as Alana continues to watch highlights of various Sheridan matches. Her eyes narrow in disgust before turning off the monitor.]

Alana: Ugly, bland, boring, and completely lacking personality. What does that man see in her? Ugh…maybe she’ll be a bit of a smart ass to him so he’ll think more about destroying the bitch instead of trying to admire her body.

Let's set the record straight here.

I don't mean any harm or insult when I'm completely out of touch with the new competition in EAW. I don't need to lie or act ignorant about the fact that there are dozens are newcomers and champions inside EAW and I have no desire to keep up with any of them when I'm looking forward to my own destiny. Ryan Marx could perhaps have the whole entire package but far as I'm concerned for right now, he's the New Breed Champion. And I could give a rat's tail about anyone holding a belt that was designed for low-card caliber Elitist for the moment until they finally hit puberty and square up to challenge the big boy belts. Ryan Marx, I still don't give a damn who you are or what you're capable of doing. I have bigger fish to fry and move waves to catch. You're just stuck here for the moment because you've felt like I had stepped on you like some garden snake last week on Showdown. Maybe it's the truth of the matter. Maybe I did kind of look down upon you as some sort of peasant that had no business being active during the time that was designed for me to make my point clear. My desire is to become the next EAW Hall of Fame Champion. It isn't to waste my time bickering back and forth with someone who has yet to make noise in our community. You still have long ways to go before being seen as a real legal threat towards your Heart Break Boy. And that belt you're holding is only the evidence that backs up my claims. You aren't the first to call out the Heart Break Boy for his day and age, and neither will become the last. For those that tried to hinder the Heart Break Boy's future because of their current success have not ended very well in this typical occasion. They only have figured and realized that they weren't ready to assemble any type of era or "new breed' leadership of any kind. It's all a fairy-tale story and it will continue to reap like one. Don't get me wrong. I used to be there. I used to be new to this business and in the same boots as Ryan Marx. The only difference is the fact that I started off in the main-event.But don't believe what you hear from people's opinions. I had to work for my right to become what I am today. I wan't given bunch of opportunities. I have to earn my stripes and after two years, I finally did something that no one ever thought could be done. An ACW legend becoming EAW World Heavyweight Champion. I didn't need a New Breed Championship to show why I'm going to be the best. I didn't need to grind any new repetitive "new breed' leadership. I was a leader since birth and it translated into anything that I laid my hands on. This is definitely not personal to me, Ryan. It's only a matter if you can understand my conquests. You're just a filler for EAW to avoid further damage to their Hall of Fame Champion that will be seated ringside to observe the reckoning of EAW's New Breed leader. Our future hero and face of this company will suffer yet another captivating loss of blood by the steel boot that will kick his teeth right down his throat. 

Hopefully this will signify all the mumbling words that foolishly believe that I want to become Ryan Marx in the future? Why should I turn backwards and drop levels down beneath my own crowns of victories that will be coming forth. I think it's pretty evident that Ryan Marx doesn't know the difference between being the best or falling in the category just like the rest. To me, being the best describes greatness, leadership, Hall of Fame quality. But what Ryan has told me is all those qualities don't really match up with being the best. Then again, that's what he wants from the world of this profession. However, I don't see it happening anytime soon. I see Ryan Marx just like I can see a TLA when I folded him in half or many other newcomers just like him that have laid down from my very own hands. And it will become confined that way where our little new breed hero will become struck by the simple fact that what Ryan thought he was --- won't come to pass. You need to worry about the other newcomers with the same mindset as you, Ryan. You need to focus on your other low caliber competition that wants to snag that belt right out of your hands. Trust me, you would save myself and you the time because there's no question that you will suffer a very nasty defeat. Since coming back into the land of EAW, I have done nothing more but poor my heart out for these fans and everyone that I'm involved with in a match. I have laid my body on the lime ample times throughout the years and even took significant breaks because of the pain and headaches. And for almost seven years, I'm still that same man with ruthless intent to take what I desire even though everyone should know that the Heart Break Boy deserves it. But to TAKE is what I'm simply going to do just like I snatched the soul out of two champions under one minute and promised that it won't become the end. You can call it what you want -- a ego trip or self-centered values. Does it give me an ouch of worry or hurt in my bones? No. I came from a faction that made a living of boosting their ego. And I still haven't because there's need to to speak of the past of what I have done. There's just the need of speaking of what I will do in the future. As the future holds two very innocent victims fighting in the street until a real murder creeps behind them and erases their entire dignity. 

You're not going to respect me from my past or what people have classified. You're going to respect me for what I'm about to do. The same old "legends are fading away" line has probably been dropped fifty times a year. And those same exact legends are still here, achieving and making sure this business never rots by ungrateful servants such as you. I think it's pretty idiotic to call our focus and determination to hold championships, "materialistic." What's the entire point of even competing in this business? To be seen as the best, you need to have something that represents that essay. If you're going to go out on your already dreadful "new society" trip then you're going to need the highest ranking championship to make sure people know where you're coming from. Other than that, you're just a consistent talking mole-rat about your being your new future values that no one even cares about. I will keep it real, much as I love stealing the show, I love gold anymore. Much as I love being called one of the best in-ring performers, I love to show off my jewelry even more. It's something that made me look like the best as of today. It's something that me become a Hall of Famer and it will always continue to be something that recognized me as the Golden Boy. So you can save your materialistic talk and shove it right up your ass. You can take your new breed or society speeches and use it at a preschool because this isn't the place for the weak minds. And for weak minds, they only do weak things, and yell out weaker guys that they have faced. None of those guys that you named are worth being mentioned in my league. This is an entire new ball-game for you, Ryan. Just feel grateful enough to cap off a win over Devan Dubian thanks to me. BUT NEVER... AND I MEAN NEVER.... place the Heart Break Boy in the same category of those that can't even lace my boots. Then again, that would be making myself a hypocrite since I'm dealing with someone who isn't even able to park my car. Speaking of which, my car never stops running anyway. While guys you have spoke of as legends are currently in park position. If greed and being egotistical is what keeps my car from never turning on empty, then I guess there will be even more people thinking they know who I am. What I am is what I'm about to show you on Showdown. I have no time for mental mind games or childish play. I made that pretty open when I kicked your head off last week. And it shall continue to transpire that way. Ryan, you're right about one thing, I am a old lion. I'm a old lion that has been sleeping for way too long. It's time for that old lion to break out of those chains that has held him back from recreating the new future. The future of the Golden Era that will stop you form believing in any new society of our future. Because this era only breathes out success and no stale or horrendous nimrod like you will be able to overpower. You will simply have no choice but to become apart of that era. And your part is just the same as everyone else. You show up. You look up. You see the lines under my boot being printed into your face. Welcome to my lion's den, Ryan. You can bring your cub-like instincts inside while this old lion that has been slept on for years and years get his much deserved meal of the century. 

And only your fire will become consumed inside me. Therefore, watch me drain any ouch of energy that you have. Watch me show you where your rightful class is at. It's right behind me, where all the skinless bones are piled with each other. After this is said and done, you won't even be worthy enough to become apart of another page in my book. You will once again become non-existent to your future Hall of Fame Champion.