Your Biggest Regret

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I'm Overqualified

The camera comes in on the end of Thursday Night Takedown, backstage as the camera is fixed on the curtains. And we know within the next two seconds, Ash is being pushed to the back by several referees as it is a continuation from the ending of Takedown. Ash is heated and still facing the ring, now shirtless and the referees are trying to calm him down. Madd Katt is no where to be found as he is dealing with his higher ups, his precious jewels Trey Baxter and Johnny Clash. The referees are now united with fellow MPW staff that have also gotten in the path of Ash to the ring.

Referee: It's over Ash, save it for Aftermath.

Ash: Do you think this is how it's going to end. That what you saw out there is reality?

Referee: What I know is that this is over for tonight.

Ash: There are times like these that I love. Times when I must prove myself even to insignifance as yourself.

Referee: Let's be professional about this.

Ash: I'm about to go to war, I'm about to go through one of the most grueling, pain filled, a blood bath of epic porportions and you're telling me to act professional. I love what I'm about to get into, and for a title no less. To be the very first X-Core Champion of this company.

Referee: Well you got to admit Ash, this match has been about Nytrus and Killswitch all along with Chicken being all up in the mix as the little engine that could.

Ash: Yeah, Killswitch and Nytrus are big, ....big and slow and so interested in themselves and thinking they are untouchable, unbreakable. I'm going to show each of those motherfuckers just how breakable they are. They didn't respect me tonight, so, what I'm going to do is take it from them. This precious gem of a title, the "Hardcore Icon" and the Hardcore Reject, both of them crave that spotlight because the hardcore division is so engrained in them. So when I take that title home, and kill their hardcore image, kill whatever momentum they have, they will be able to do nothing but watch me parade my title on Takedown, every week. They will be made to respect me.

Referee: You really want this, don't ya kid?

Ash: I want what I deserve, respect, titles.

Referee: Well good luck then kid. I hope you really mean those words, because you got four other men that think that same thing.

Ash: There's just one problem.

Referee: What's that?

Ash: They ain't me.

And with a confident smirk, the referees have achieved their goal of calming down the situation and begin to disperse slowly. And at that very moment, Poe walks up to Ash in an Aftershock baby tee and tight fitting jeans.

Poe: How is my baby?

Ash: I'm great.

Poe: You really wailed on Killswitch with that kendo stick.

Ash: I was just letting the world know that I ain't afraid of him, or anyone else.

Poe: Only you know you Ash. You choked out Primal two weeks ago, you put the man down to the mat and knocked him out. You know you can do this, you can't blame everyone for feeling like it's between Killswitch and Nytrus, it's what is expected, but it doesn't mean you're not going to bring home that title and make this company very upset.

Ash: Upset?

Poe: Think about the shirts, Killswitch and Nytrus, they were built for hardcore and then there's you, meant for greater things, but you're not afraid of blood, weapons or a fight. When you bring this title home, you will be taking food out of these men's hands, money out of their pockets. You just put a woman through a table, after you bent a chair on her back, and no one's seen Frost since you squashed him. It doesn't matter what match type it is, you will win this match and that title. And then, Ash, you will forever be in the annals of MPW wrestling because you will always be acknowledged as the first X-Core Champion. You really want to piss off Nytrus and Killswitch, you win that title. The stakes are so much higher, to be considered the very first hardcore champion. Taking that bragging right away from them, that'd make them enemies for life.

Ash smiles deviously.

Poe: And it'd put you on MPW's map.

Voice from behind Them: There's my boy.

Ash and Poe turn around to see Ash's agent Bobby Ball. Dressed in a power suit and dark blue tie.

Bobby: Wow, that Jayde chick had no idea what she got herself into, did she?

Bobby hugs Ash and Poe.

Bobby: You ready for your first pay per view Ash?

Ash: Of course I am, I'm still pissed I wasn't on Fusion.

Bobby: That was booked well in advance and it was only your first week.

Ash: Still pissed.

Bobby: You ready for those four guys?

Ash: I'm ready for anything Bobby. I'm going into that match to bring home MY title. I don't care if it's a Chicken, some "extreme" nut, I'll drown an icon in his own blood and I'll hit the killswitch on Kuk's career.

Bobby: When you signed in Vegas, did you think a little over a month later you'd be wrestling for a title?

Ash: No, I didn't but I knew I'd be wrestling better matches than Frost.

Bobby: I think you got MPW talkin' when you beat Primal. The man is going after the Sin City Championship now, with a loss from you.

Ash: Damn right.

Several staff have been passing by and giving a nod to Ash. When one in particular stops at Ash. Bobby goes to intercept.

Bobby: Sorry son, Ash has too much on his mind for autographs.

Wyatt: I'm Jay Wyatt.

Bobby: Okay, do you have a notepad and a pen. I can't promise anything.

Wyatt: I'm an interviewer for MPW and I'm here to get an interview from Ash Soulsfate.

Bobby: Oh, okay.

Ash: You gotta admit with your height, you come off as a child.

Poe: I'd imagine you get the children's price in movies.

Wyatt lowers his head.

Wyatt: I have to show my i.d to watch a rated R movie.

Ash: Sucks to be you man.

Ash and Poe begin to walk off camera.

Wyatt: Wait Mr. Soulsfate, what about that interview?

Ash: Sorry kid, I don't have time for that-

Bobby to Wyatt.

Bobby: Give me just a second Jay.

Bobby walks in front of Ash, walking backwards.

Bobby: What are you doing Ash? The man wants to interview you.

Ash: Yeah, so?

Bobby: You're always saying you're not on MPW's radar, that you're not being praised, but I went to MPW.Com and someone very familiar is on that site.

Ash: Yeah, who?

Bobby: You. You see, you are on their radar son. You are getting qualifier shots for title shots, you're on their site, and now they've just sent an interviewer for you. This is an opportunity for you son, don't let this go.

Ash looks back at Jay Wyatt and then back to Bobby.

Ash: He looks like such a fuckin' tool though.

Bobby: No one's asking you to date the guy. Just give him an interview. Build up this title match the right way, let these people know who you are.

Ash sighs and begins to make his way back to Jay Wyatt.

Wyatt: Thank you Ash.

Ash: What happened to Mr. Soulsfate?

Wyatt: Sorry Mr. Soulsfate. So not a lot is known about you, just that you are thus far undefeated, you've beaten Frost in mere seconds, you've beaten Primal, and now, how do you feel knowing you're qualified to get a title shot for the X-Core Championship?

Ash: It feels good and expected. I told each of them that I was going to beat them, and I did. Getting this title shot means a lot to me, because as you know, I'm here for titles and titties. Because MPW didn't know what to do with me, they threw me into this qualifier. Because I wasn't jumping the gun and attacking someone and becoming a nuissance, what I was simply doing, was coming out every week and winning. And now, I'm involved in this match that is going to shorten all of our careers, for one reason, glory. To be the first man to ever hold that X-Core title. So no matter what, we will always be known as the first X-Core Champion.

Wyatt: What is your goal as an MPW wrestler?

Ash: Well, I'd like to win every title before the world championship, as a goal, but I understand just how good I am. I understand that my mindset when I get to that ring is win at all costs, no weaknesses. Many thought that I'd take it easy on Jayde, simply because she was a woman. And had she won, she'd be going into a match that may take her career, so she should be thanking me for keeping her out of this match. Being that I understand how amazing I am, I understand that I might get sent to a World title match for simply being in the right place at the right time.

Wyatt: At the end of tonight, you, Chicken and Xavier were thrown out of that ring, and how do you feel that being the last image in people's heads as it pertains to this match?

Ash: Well it's much easier to have momentum and throw me out of a ring than to pin me, if this were a battle royal, I'd say people have a point. But I know that those two have a beef with each other, and instead of getting in the way of that, I'm just going to go ahead and let them pulverize each other and take the title. I don't care about the image they left me in, I care about my title, I care about beating the ever living shit out of everyone that thinks they can take me. I understand those two are big, but at 6'5 and 239 pounds, I'm no Chicken. Chicken can go eat a dick.

Wyatt: What are your thoughts as Madd Katt being a general manager?

Ash: Well, I mean he picked someone who beat my upcoming opponent, someone that's soften up Kuk Killswitch, put him in his head, and now Killswitch is puffing out his chest like he's a somebody, trying to make us forget that he lost to Justin Fischer and if you look at it, who was the very first out there on the attack?

Wyatt: You.

Ash: That's right, if those two think I'm not "hardcore", then let them. Because when I shove a chair up both their asses, I want them to regret over looking me. As for Madd Katt, well if he really wanted to keep his job, he would've chosen me. There's no one more determined to make a name for themselves through other people's blood than me. Titan wouldn't stand a chance. But like everything else, it's got to be Days of Our Lives in this bitch and family has to fight family.

Wyatt: Aren't you busy in this title match?

Ash: You obviously don't know who you are talking to. Let me just show you.

Ash and Poe walk to the exit, and out through the back and to the outside parking lot. Ash steps onto a nearby limo, onto it's hood. Out of curiosity, Wyatt looks at the license plate and it says MDDKATT on it. Wyatt's eyes go big and looks around thinking to himself as if something should be said. The driver shocked tries to step out but Poe superkicks the door shut and the driver's head goes through the driver's side window. The driver rebounds and sits back in his seat unconscious and bleeding from his face.

Bobby: Jesus.

Bobby in a state of awe and shaking his head. Poe gives an almost impression of Ash with her smirk. Under Ash's weight, the hood caves in, and Ash could care less. A crowd begins to form around Ash due to the commotion. Ash looks at the driver than to Poe.

Ash: Thank you baby.

Poe: Anytime my love.

Ash looks at the camera.

Ash: I know each of you could care less about me being in this match, you don't know me and don't care to. This is just another match where you think you're walking out the winners, but after you see the determination I have to beat every one of you. You better bring your A games, and if you can, you better bring other people's A game as well. You may not see a hardcore man in myself, you may see some pretty boy or an egotistical prick, but I am a champion, no matter what the title. The truth is, I'm going to put each of you through a hell you've never known. The spotlight may be on two others that think this title was just made for them, but one thing happened to take their chances from them to get it. You see, I came into this match, I am going to be the horrible feeling in the pits of their stomachs when they have to explain why I have their title.

Ash: They are so worried about what they are going to do to me, they have no clue what's in store for them. Each of you know that I'm better than you, and if you're counting on your weapons, do yourselves a favor and know this, I make my own opportunities, put a weapon in your hand and it just may end up embeded in your face. I don't play around, Nytrus, Killswitch, Chick and Xavier, this match belongs to me. I will not lose to insigniifance, I'm coming for my title, and I'm not a stupid man, I know I'm going to go through pain, I'm going to go through anguish, but rest assured my hand will be raised by the end of the match. There's just no two ways about it. I am a winner, and after Aftershock, I'll be your X-Core Division Champion.

Ash bends down to the camera.

Ash: Don't believe me, try me.

The camera fades to black.


I Am The Villian

The camera comes back in on Ash Soulsfate in the backstage area, presumeably at a house show, in a room full of things that will be made weapons, i.e stop signs, kendo sticks, trashcans, tables, sledgehammers, ladders, tons of chairs, crowbars, road cones, long light bulbs. Ash smiles upon all these, and yes it is obviously a different day as now Ash is cleaned up and now in jeans and a Sex Pistols shirt and his black leather jacket. Ash looks back at the camera.

Ash: So let's start with Chicken, shall we. I know you thought it'd be oh so hilarious to come in as Chicken, be this weak little peon and gain moderate success but I don't see it as a joke. I see it as a man trying to be something he's not, I mean think about it Chicken, you're a pound or two more than the half the women on the roster. Ever since seeing your name on the card, I knew what you were trying for, and let me tell you something little man, I ain't gettin' beat by no Chicken. I understand you have this little engine that could complex, and hey, maybe one day you could, but it will never be through me. Ever since I entered this match, it should've told you that you all have no shot at winning this title. Some of you have spoken and what I have come to see is that none of you know who you are truly dealing with. Not only in myself, but in each other. Why, because of laziness, you all are going to spew out the same thing you do every week and think it's going to get you by. But see the audiences to our shows are a little more saavy, they think, well what's your strategy in facing one man to the next, but no, it's become personal between Kuk and Brandon that they are delved in that. And good, at least for me, but Chicken, you should know better, as a man of your height and lack of talent, you'd think that you would at least learn a little bit about your opponents, but for a "rag doll", I suppose that's too much to ask.

Ash: As you are a man of unfortunate luck, it seems to ring true. Because ever since I got involved in this match, your chances of winning this title have gone from slim, to none. You're 5'6 and 138 pounds of feisty fire, but you're also a clumsy lil' bitch. You may have embarassed Brandon Nytrus in him not being able to keep up with you, but you will have no such luck with me there. Each of you at some point have seen me work, and speed is not a problem with me, there comes a time when a wrestler who is the whole package comes along, and for the MPW it's me.

Ash: And Chicken this is your first time as a professional wrestler, with no experience of holding a championship. And you think you're going to be able to face me, a born and bred champion. Because you have an incredible threshold for pain, really, well you've come to the right man to test out that theory.And I don't know how I'm supposed to be afraid of you when you let Nytrus' girlfriend stand in your way of leaving last week on Takedown. I mean you're afraid of women and yet you are attempting to win one of the most taxing on the human body matches we have in this company. Not only that, you plan on being it's champion. Listen up you little twat, I'm going to break you in half and leave you to crawl to the back on your hands. You coming into this match with no experience is like spitting on my upcoming title and I'm going to make you hurt. I'm going to make you remember my name and you're going to remember the man that took away this opportunity for himself. As you worry about Nytrus, it's going to be me that stabs you in the back and snaps that spine in two.

Ash: I'm going to send you right back to Colorado and make you milk the cows so that to at least someone you have some sort of worth as a human being. Because here in this match, you're worthless, you're going to be a gnat, an annoying little nuissance in the way of what's really going on. But there are weapons little man, as much as you may think that's advantage, remember you're going to get hit with those same weapons yourself kid. There will come a time where these people will stop routing for you, because while I'm slamming that chair into the side of your head over and over again, they'll be too busy feeling sorry for you. Even Ms. Biguns is going to feel sorry for you, because as we all know, you signed with this company to impress her. She is 5'11 and 136 pounds, which means if even if she was ever drunk enough to get with you, you couldn't even carry her to bed. And it would really limit the sexual positions you would be able to get. It'd be like a chihuahua to a great dane. No one wants to get with a man they can out arm wrestle. They want to feel a man being a man, a man being in charge, not some little boy that would ask for permission to take a shit. Can you imagine just how whipped you'd be. You would be her foot stool you pathetic little cunt. You'd be a coaster, just something to rest her drink on and forget about.

Ash: She's busy with Clash enjoying the spotlight with him, and you are about to get slaughtered like a baby big. You have nothing to offer her, because you are a nothing. You may be even less. There are men that would be able to protect her, to protect her children, and what about your puny little bitch body tells you that you can do that. What about your self confidence tells you that you will ever land a woman like that. You piss your pants whenever you see your opponent coming down the ramp and enter the ring. And then for her to have a little of puny little runts, do you know the life you're asking her to have. What you should do, is aim tons lower, maybe a midget woman who is hooked on black tar heroin, or a fat chick with nine kids with different dads. You know, she had her fun and is finally ready to settle down with a pitiful excuse of a man who constantly embarasses himself in the ring. But then the kids would have to be home schooled due to the weekly humiliation they would face at a regular school. But see how I've already helped you out with a back up plan for when you realize that you are no where near Biguns league so far as your social plight. You are a piece of shit, and she ...well, let's just say she's out to look for herself.

Ash: Right out the gate of your career here, you were taken down by Primal, while I choked the motherfucker out so bad someone had to wake him up and let him know that he lost his match. Now after Primal nearly killed you, what makes you think that you can be in this match with Killswitch and Nytrus. What that tells me is that you ran and ran because you knew if Nytrus caught you, you were a dead man. Just like you were when Primal got his hands on you. And besides, didn't he already put you in the hospital, and then when you came back to whine about it, you said he had no right to attack you. Again, Chicken, ask yourself if Ms Biguns wants something like that. Do you think that she wants a man who gets double counted out with Nytrus, and that was WITH weapons. Here's another reason why Ms. Biguns may pass on you, women are so repulsed by you, they'd rather tap themselves out of a match than to kiss you. You kissed Siren and she taped out, some are saying she was never the same after that until she just faded out of the game. I have to say that doesn't look good for you Chicken. And when Zeus came in, you ran away, again but at the same time, you're calling out Nytrus. But you know what made it for me, let's take a look.

Ash looks off camera.

Ash: You monkeys ready?

The scene turns to one of Step Up Sept 7th

Nytrus throws Chickens arm over his head and hits him with a Superplex! Nytrus triumphantly throws his body over Chicken.

...1...2...3!!!

DING...DING...DING!!!

Peter Burrow: The winner of this match, by pinfall... BRANDON... NYTRUS!!!

The crowd boos as Ms. Bigguns heads into the ring and happily raises Brandon’s arm with a smirk on her face, the two leave the ring together as Chicken dejectedly sits in the ring.

The scene comes back to Ash who is laughing hysterically.

Ash: You see, you lost right in front of her eyes, and she left with Brandon Nytrus, the man you had a feud with. There she was holding up his arm in victory with the biggest smile on her face, and when you waved at her, she didn't much even look at you. God this is classic, this is highschool all over again and you're a grown man....sort of. And now you're back to messing with Brandon Nytrus, who I have to say keeps falling for your shit. He's a big dumb ox who thinks he's god's gift but as we've all seen, he manages to lose the big ones, so really, all of us have nothing really to fear from this man. He's all muscle, not one stitch of brains.

Ash smiles.

Ash: What's the matter big man, did I make you fee fi foo dumbass mad. Like I give a shit, you come out every week like you're something to look at, you think I'm impressed, I'm going to show you just how impressed I am when I'm holding that title over your carcass. You have that shit eating grin on your face like you are untouchable, you've never been in the ring with me, and I won't be running away like Chicken. I'm going to bring a fight that you can't even begin to be ready for. Because as much as this title match is about you two, there are smarts that know how hard I work, and if there is a title involved I work that much harder. If I have to beat four other people or ten other people I'm coming for my title. Because I don't need a gimmick to tell me I'm hardcore, some little nickname with hardcore in the title, I know exactly who I am. And I've survived and surpassed situations just like this and all of you are in over your heads this week. At 6'8 and 272 pounds, I can see how the runt can make you look like an idiot. Because you really so much on your muscles that you don't think you need anything else. And there he was running circles around you and making you dizzy.

Ash: You're a second generation wrestler just like myself, and think the world belongs to you, yet at every opportunity, when things are on the line, you choke. You are good enough to get there, it's just that when you're there, you fail. You and Chicken are like Jack and the Beanstalk and he keeps making you look like a jackass. And you've become part of a laughing stock, with your comedy partner Chicken. It's almost like you two should get a reality show and in the end, we'll find out that you both are so inseperable because you guys have yet to identify that you are truly in love with each other. You know, when you see those gay couples and one of them is this big lumberjack type of guy and the other one is this tiny little guy, well it just makes plain sense. And I'll be the first to congradulate you both once they make it all legal.

Ash: You may have been trained to be this big submission giant with extreme tendencies, but one you won't make me submit, because let's be honest, no one wants to lose this match, so even if you managed to get your grubby hands on me, no one is going to allow me to tap. Nor would I ever tap to you either way, but it's nice to have that little bonus. It would seem that you would do anything to win, and believe me, much of that in engrained in me as well. So much of you revolves around this hardcore division and I'm going to beat you at your own game. You think you can be hardcore, I just put a woman through a table just to be in this match, and as I told Jayde. I'm not afraid, if I didn't want this match so bad, I wouldn't have done everything I could to be in this match and if you look at Jayde, she's still pulling splinters out of her face.

Ash: "My Daddy was in ECW/WCW", wow, get over yourself, yes your dad was, and let's see, they both no longer exist, and then there was you elsewhere where you were main event caliber and what happened, they went bankrupt, like father like son. Your dad was a little turd that used to get bitched around the ring like the whore he was. Maybe that's why you have such a close connection with Chicken. Because he reminds you so much of your dad. And that'd be one way to get from out your dad's shadow, beat a man child that reminds this world just how pathetic your father was. You're the Duke of Extreme, you're the Duke of Dumb, the hardcore bitch tit and some people are saying that during a match, when you sweat you smell like spam. You were once atop of a company, and you have such a lack of star power that you fuckin' make the company go bankrupt. You are still a nobody, so in saying you're starting over is a fuckin' joke, being at the top of a shit company doesn't make you a somebody, it makes you just as shitty as it was.

Ash: You got a double count out with a man named Chicken, a man half your height and weight and he's been clowning you your whole career. As many times as you raise your hand above him, he makes you tired and laughable and humiliates you. As great as you think you are, you couldn't beat Primal, someone I've beaten, and you still have that smug look on your face like you're better than me. I'm going to knock that smug face into next week where you'll have to make up some wack excuses of why you lost.

Ash: And that's why you are not the World Champion isn't it, when Trey Baxter beat you. Well let's be honest he hit you with one of your finishers off a ladder to a table and still had time to climb a ladder and get his title and still be the champion. And now here you are, treating this belt like it's a consulation prize. Someone must be looking out for you Brandon. Someone must see what we don't, that you're more than an over rated big man with a chihuahua complex of barking for attention. You see when you were on the top over in whatever company it was, it didn't have the competition MPW has, and that's why you were able to get there, now, when you got to the head honcho and it sent you pitfalling down the ladder, you think we all are going to forget. Your build may impress some, but not me, because I'm winning this title and I'm going to kick your teeth in to do it, and there ain't a damn thing you can do about it.

Ash: On to Jason Xavier, or Jason X...the X is the roman numeral for how much he sucks, for those that don't get it, it's ten times. He much like everyone else has been watching since he was a child. He's been wrestling for years and has a bunch of accomplishments else where, kind of average in the height and build, he's kind of all around...just average. Nothing to look at, and in his time here, a complete over sight, because he's just....average. I mean you have all these accomplishments elsewhere and then come here and lose to Tobey Foster. I guess we're going to have to ask around to see who remembers him. While we're at it, I guess we can ask around about the inactive John Fischerman who's also beaten you. And to be it's really unusual that you made it into this qualifier when you did so horrible in the roll of the dice qualifier, you know, when Bloodhound advanced and took out you and the others. So your history of these things is not that strong is it bug.

Ash: Let's not fret, you beat Chris Cable with a handful of tights, signifying just how great you are. How unstoppable, I mean just when I think you can't get any more awesome, you get hit with a Reality Bites and get taken out by Roxi Johnson and then as if coincedence, you go missing, some saying you were demoted to Thursday Night Takedown, but that shouldn't matter now that we are the flagship show anyway, so I can't hold that against you. But, what I can hold against you is the fact that you lost your roulette Television title shot to Justin Fischer. So you really can't say that you never had opportunities here in the MPW, you just keep losing, that's the main problem.

Ash: Both you and Brandon have had excellent opportunities and you have failed, as you will fail at this title shot, and it won't be some name in this company, it'll be to a still considered rookie in this company, leaving you all embarassed. Oh and Jason...p.s, you have the ugliest girlfriend in the company. You have some second rate trashy ho for a valet, you have no class and I guess to expect better, but hey, if you're average, I guess she should be too.

Ash: And last and certainly least, Kuk Killswitch, how's it going man. From day one, I knew I'd end up in the ring with you. And I've been preparing for that day since the day I heard my name was in a qualifier. I understand your talent, and I will never back down from it. We are in what is in your head, your yard. But I will over ride that and I will drop you like everyone else. This may be your type of match but I am Ash Soulsfate and it won't matter what type of match it is, I will be coming out on top with my hand raised and a new champion. No thirty six year old holding on to the last bit of youth is going to stop me.You may be a hardcore reject but you're a reject none the less.

Ash: It is said that you can adapt to any style, that's what you think jackass because you've never been in the ring with pure talent. I'm going to outwrestle you and I'm going to make the world laugh doing it. I'm going to show these people the real you, I'm going to end whatever momentum you have going for you. And I'm going to make you as shallow as all these other two bit hacks. I'm taking the title you think belongs to you and when I do, I'm going to shove it in your face and I'm going to show you your place is below me. You don't know what hell I'm willing to go through to get it Kuk. I've worked hard these last weeks for one reason, to make a statement and for some odd reason, in your unwashed sweats, you've made a slight name for yourself. Well, here I come to claim it with all the others in one match.

Ash: You are straight edge and willing to put yourself on the line to win, at all costs, well it's going to be which one of us has more drive to do so. You pride yourself on that, as do I, it is all about winning the match and Kuk, I will be winning this match and I'm going to step on you to do it.

Ash: It's said that you pride yourself on your hardcore presence....motherfucker you look like a 36 year old who lives in his parent's basement and has his mom bring warm meals down to him as his father looks on in complete humiliation as to what he's created and given the world, it is you who pride yourself so much in this division because you know that is the extent of your talent.You are not world heavyweight material, you are a side gimmick. It took me a while to figure out the difference between you and Anthony McNair....and then I got it, your hairstyles are different. You're both bleeding bitches with a chip on your shoulder, have such pride in having such thin skin. You think that it signifies a hard fought battle, I think you both have vaginas on your heads and every match is your times of the month.

Ash: I can see why you are such a shut in backstage, you are a dumbass who thinks he's intelligent but get used at every turn, so much you're tainted. So you little buddy Brick goes on to be a world champion somewhere and where are you. So what you're saying is, he had the talent of your little tag team. That you were just as useless in high school as you are now. He left you because you were an anchor on his career, he's making you fend for yourself because he doesn't think you can do it. Because look at the way you dress, you're still in the mindset of being a backyard wrestler, that's fuckin' sad. You're a thirty six year old backyard wrestler, who managed to make it here at a professional level. Why, because they knew what they were going to use you an image, as a gimmick, not even as a person. I'm not saying you're never going to be X-Core Champion, I'm just saying you ain't going to be the first. That position has been filled.

Ash: You know for such a big man, such a hardcore reject, it's odd you would have a security team backing you. You fuckin' pussy, you being anything more than a sham is ridiculous. I'm going to beat you so bad, your security is going to have to work overtime just to feel safe to leave the house. I'm not here to play wrestler, I'm here to establish myself as one of it's greatest wrestlers. You're a simple minded moron that thinks this match is just for show, and it's going to slip through your fingers just like your personal hygiene.

Ash: Besides, how big can you talk when you're coming into this match off a loss. All that winning just building up your name as you should and for what, as soon as you face real competition, you fail. You faced someone that didn't back down from you, with your unkept stature you have a lot of people beaten before they even enter that ring. And it didn't work with Justin and it won't work for me. You are beatable Kuk, Justin proved it, and now it's time to really open that wound. To pick at the scab until there's just no fear in anyone when it comes to you. You'll be able to thank me for that. I'm giving your second loss Kuk, that's just something you're going to have to deal with it. You say that people that piss you off should get ready for a beating, well what are you going to do when I've pissed you off and still find that you couldn't kick my ass. I tell you what buddy, my loud mouth has gotten me in trouble with bullies all my life, and you will be no different, I look forward to an angry Kuk Killswitch, because I'll be a focused Soulsfate. You can not win this match Kuk, and much more than that, you can not beat me. I'm too amazing, and I know exactly what I'm against. If there's no back down in you, then we both will make this match an explosive one, but I will not budge in my stance as the New X-Core Champion.

Ash: Each of you are in for an astronimical amount of pain and anger. I'm going to put you in your heads, making you think you just aren't ready for this on a professional level. I am a god in that ring, and when they announce my name, you will bow. The darkest day of your career is coming, be ready, because when it happens....I let your tears blend with your blood. Because the way I leave you, they won't know your names....together....you'll just be a body count.

Ash walks off camera leaving the camera to view all the weapons that may be used in the upcoming match.

-Black-