Post by ethancage on Nov 22, 2012 16:55:22 GMT -5
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The Tale of Two Kings...
The camera comes in on a man dressed much Gandolf from Lord of the Rings, but his robe is an olive green. His staff looks to be holding him up, as he stands upon this grand grassy hill. The sun shining brightly above him, dozens of children run up this hill, they are dressed as different variations of today's MPW wrestlers. Little mini Ian Andrews, mini Kuk Killswitch, mini Bliss, mini Johnny Clash and you name anyone on the roster, there's a child version of them in this skit. The children versions of these wrestlers, surrounding this older man and take a seat upon the grass. The old man laughs exposing his dirty teeth, and sits upon a rock, bringing out an old long wooden pipe and begins to light it. He smiles at the children looking at all of their faces bright, and their ears eager to hear a story.
Old Man: Come to hear a story have you?
Mini Clash: Tell the one about my hero never tapping out to Trey Baxter.
Mini Bliss: No, tell the one about my hero becoming the Sin City Champion.
Mini Killswitch: I made poopie!
The old man looks at mini Killswitch with a confused face.
Mini Killswitch: It was the outback steakhouse.
The old man takes a puff of his pipe with a little bit of laughter.
Old Man: This story is the tale of two kings, one born from legacy, one of born of the streets and rose from the ashes to become the world's champion. One was a soul's fate, sharing the greatness of his father. A man that had the fight in his blood, a passion for it, would take on all comers, with a smirk, a wink and an internal drive to make that challenge regret it. And the other, a destroyer of men, and much to the dismay of those men, a destroyer of egos. Now as their future holds for them, a united trail only to meet in an incredible clash-
Mini Clash: That's me.
Old Man: Shut up kid.
The old man glares at the child, who for some reason has weird butch hair cut and beard combo, same as the real one does.
Old Man: But for one night, these two legends' paths were intertwined as they would take on two behemoths, one with a thirst for blood that is unmatched, and the other, a seasoned veteran to be sure, and a legend to be. These four met if for only one night.
Mini Styles: What happened that night?
Old Man: There was bloodshed, there were cries of war and promises of those left standing. The one named Reign, he reigned not only in name, but also in the arenas all over the world. Draped in gold, it filled his past, and also on the night they faced. The other, hungry to be noticed, and you would have thought his stench of beef jerky and Pabst Blue Ribbon would've been enough to be noticed, but alas, it was one of the legends that lived with the glory that should be his. For you see, when they had met the first time, he was more interested in the bigger, stronger men, never giving a second thought to the one called Ash. Much as Reign did not, for he judged the man based on his false stories of his accolades over Ash's father. Much as Reign tried, as much pain as he inflected on the younger, faster Ash, when time came for the conclusion, it would Ash whom had his hand held high. For the tale of the two kings, are one whom creates upsets, and the other ...the champion of the world. On this night, the two kings united, defeated the behemoths and buried them for no one to see again.
Mini Reign: Live, Ride, Fries.
Old Man:What's that?
Mini Reign: Little sliced potatoes, I'm hungry.
Mini Taufik: Excuse me Mr. Kenobi?
Old Man: Little Taufik, not every man with a white beard is Obi Wan Kenobi, remember when I tell you that...every week?
Mini Taufik: Where are they now?
Old Man: Whom?
Mini Brooklyn: I want to know where Ash Soulsfate is, he sounds hot.
Old Man: As creepy as a child saying that is...he lives... within the City of Angels.
Mini Pain: Heaven?
He says with sad face.
Old Man: No, Los Angeles.
Mini Hunter: And what about Trey Baxter.
His R's sounding like W's.
Old Man: He is the first class man of the Second City.
Mini Tavares: Will we ever see these kings?
Old Man: Look within the stars at night, and if you close your eyes and listen, you can still hear the cheers, and the awes of astonishment.
Mini Killswitch farts a weird squeal fart, slow and forced.
Mini Killswitch: I tried to tell you.
The kids sniff with a disgusted face and race away. The old man stands with his staff, lifts it into the air.
Old Man: You...shalt not....passssss....gasssss.
The old man slams his staff into the ground and the camera goes to black.
Scene 2: The camera comes in on Ash, once again dressed as Terrin Reign, bandana and MPW's new shirt of his, leather vest, shades, complete with fake goatee. Terrin rides up on a replica of Pee Wee Herman's red bicycle to a Rio's pizza, he rides to stall, stops and kicks down the kickstand. Much like a movie, the camera closes up on "Terrin's" boot touching the floor. The camera backs off and "Terrin" walks into the place. Upon entering, "Terrin" pulls his shades down and slides them onto his collar. When "Terrin" sees Poe dressed as Sal, a small snicker arises upon seeing Poe this way, but Ash continues with the skit.
"Sal": Yo Teabag, he's right over here.
"Terrin": That was one time in College, and that was on a dare!
"Sal": College?
"Terrin": Oh, I mean Barstow, Ride or Die fest.
"Sal": Because that makes more sense.
"Terrin": Where is he?
As "Terrin" looks, a man almost identical to the man that was in the real Terrin's skit, complete with jail tattoos is sitting in the corner, scared at the sight of "Terrin"
"Sal" There he is, you gotta be careful though, he's coming off a sugar high, two twix and old pack of fun dip. We just pricked his finger, to keep info on his diabetes.
"Terrin": My little brother got taken out by a guy with diabetes? Are you serious right now?
"Terrin" grabs "Sal" by the collar and pulls "him" close.
"Terrin": Tell me happened before I got here.
"Sal": Blaze was hanging out in alleys, as you remember, he had three seperate title shots at Trey Baxter and failed all attempts, well he was hiding there and this man offered him one of the last Twinkies.
"Terrin" punches the wall.
"Terrin": Doesn't he know they went out of business?!
"Sal": Surely, he does.
"Terrin": What about a ring ding?
"Sal": They found chocolate on your brother's lips, no one knows what it was from.
"Terrin": Did Blaze fight?
"Sal": He did, but what happened was, this man over here but his penis is a refridgerator and did what they are calling on the streetings a cold cocking.
"Terrin": Of all that's holy.
"Terrin" winks at the camera and hits the pele kick on the poor diabetes man, smashing his head against the wall.
"Terrin": Finish him off, and make it clean.
"Terrin" walks outside and lights a cigarette, the sounds of rumbling are heard within, screams and howls, begging for mercy. "Terrin" rolls his eyes and walks back inside to see "Sal" revving up a chainsaw.
"Terrin": DUDE! Make it clean does not involve a chainsaw.
"Sal": My bad.
"Terrin" walks back outside. Sounds of a Tommy Gun are heard. "Terrin" walks back inside.
"Terrin": Okay, perhaps I should've made this more clear. This is wrestling, and my gimmick is somewhat Sons of Anarchy meets the Godfather, meets Sopranos, which means this whole thing is completely real and not fabricated whatsoever, and makes complete sense that I would kill someone or have them killed on television for millions of viewers to see. Get it? So make it clean and may I stress silent?
"Sal": Yeah, yeah, sure, sure, sorry boss. Hey boss, ain't you worried about these viewers snitching to the cops?
"Terrin": They better not.
"Sal": Or else what, chances are, someone knows this creep. And if they call it in, I mean they have our faces on camera killing this man.
"Terrin": Damn it Sal, you're not making me look cool at all. Do you know how hard it was for people to take me seriously when my brother and I have American Gladiator names? It was very hard. Our other brother Marcus Sapphire is waiting to be signed by Madd Katt as soon as possible. Now, don't ask questions and just do what you're told.
"Sal": Kind of like when Ash Soulsfate kicked your two front teeth down your throat huh boss?
"Terrin": I beat his father you know?
"Sal" But wouldn't Ash have brought that up, knowing that. I mean Ash does a lot of research and if he studies his opponents, it's impossible that he not know everything about his father's matches. Have you seen the work he does towards his opponents, studying them?
"Terrin": So you're saying what I said about his father isn't true?
"Sal": Well, you could say that and have your promo come out after Ash's, that way the whole lie will seem to viewers who don't know any better, or hope Ash doesn't know you're lying.
"Terrin": That's perfect, I'll do that. I mean come on, what are the chances of facing Ash again next week, and he calling me on my horseshit.
"Sal": It's got to be even money boss.
"Terrin": I'm going to leave now.
"Sal": Boss, I got another question.
"Terrin": What is it now Sal?
"Sal": If this man beat Jackson Blaze with a pipe, how come he was only drunk in Bliss's promo that same week?
"Terrin": No, no, he was bloody and a mess and Bliss, who is hotter than hell, got up went to a smut shop, DIDN'T get hit on...in that smut shop, found him, carried him to a taxi, which she can because she's 5'5 and 125 pounds, and he's about 200 plus pounds of dead weight, so you see, it all makes sense.
"Sal": You sure he's not running from his failures against Trey Baxter, and not being able to exceed past mid card?
"Terrin": Well, I, his brother am here to take off where he trailed off.
"Sal": But Ash beat you last week, doesn't that mean you're going the same route as your brother?
"Terrin": Where's Reno? He'll know where my brother is, and Sal it wasn't a smut shop, it was a tattoo parlor.
"Sal": But sir, killing this guy, Reno being here, me talking to you, what's this have to do with your match with Ash. Isn't it all kind of pointless, since it has nothing to do with your match?
"Terrin": Has Marco killed that kid yet?
"Sal": Perhaps if you concentrated more on Ash, instead of talking out of your ass, sir, you might have won the match, know what I mean boss. I ain't no genius or nothin'
"Terrin": That's right, you're not, let me do all the thinkin'.
A gun shot is heard, and "Marco", Bobby dressed as Marco walks into the scene.
"Marco": It's done boss.
"Terrin": This will make Ash fear me.
"Sal": Killin' people in promos?
"Terrin": Yes, in the ring, where it doesn't matter what I do, he'll fear me.
"Sal": He's seen it before boss, he really didn't care.
"Terrin" faces the camera.
"Terrin": This week, I tear you apart Ash. I'm gonna teach you respect kid. I faced your father and let's hope you're better than him, 'cause I beat him six ways from Sunday. Now I get a future X-Core Champion at my side, while you have the world heavyweight champion. The odds are in my favor to win.
"Sal" How, there's a guy with no title on your side, and he has the top man on his.
"Terrin": Sal, don't make me kill you too.
"Terrin" faces the camera again.
"Terrin": This week, I tear you apart Ash. I'm gon-
"Sal" You said that already.
"Terrin" brings out crib sheets under his fingerless glove hand.
"Terrin": Did I say the father thing?
"Sal": Yeah.
"Terrin": What about my reign as tag team champions, I earned that you know, Ash was wrong on that one.
"Sal": That he was. But he was right that he was going to win the match.
"Terrin" sighs. The man that was supposed to die, walks back in, eating half of a Subway sandwich, and a bag with the other half.
Man: Oh, we ain't done?
"Terrin": Damn it kid, you're breaking the fourth wall. And I hope you brought sandwiches for all of us! Now finish that sandwich and make it clean!
"Terrin" crosses his arms like a bad ass and nods, as if a point had been made.
Next are set as clips.
"Terrin" in a massage parlor, he bust open the door, a massause is massaging a man.
"Terrin": Finish him off and make it clean!
Massage Customer: Thanks Terrin!
"Terrin" walks into a Dennys and stops at a man with a stack of waffles on his plate.
"Terrin": Finish him off and make it clean!
The waitress sprays whipped cream on his waffles. Once again "Terrin" crosses his arms and nods to the camera.
An old lady is at the butcher's station ordering sliced ham."Terrin" comes out with a butcher's apron and hair net, yelling at the butcher attending her.
"Terrin": Finish her off, and make those sliced lean!
Next, Subzero is woozy and Scorpion is about to do his finisher. The Toasty guy comes out and "Terrin" punches him in the face.
"Terrin": FInish him off, and make it clean.
The camera fades to black.
One King Speaketh!
The camera comes in on a hooded man, black hood, sleeves cut off, white under shirt, blue jeans, a silver chain. He's standing in front of the entrance way, an empty arena, it's pitch black around him, the entranceway green, as he brings the microphone up to his lips.
Ash: I hope you enjoyed that Terrin, I know how much you hate comedy and enjoy the..."stiffness" of your promos. Why am I shrouded in darkness, no it's not because of what bruises you think you may have given me. You see, I told you from day one I was meant for the top of this company. The title I carry to the ring means I've put men and women through hell to get it, and to retain it. So many in this company believe me to be above this belt, but as you have seen, I've raised the class of this belt. I've proven that this belt has not made me the man I am today, I've put it in a spotlight that Kuk Killswitch never could have. I noticed that while the pay checks came rolling in oh these many weeks, and the few weeks I've been in the main event,brought on a few envelopes that were heavier than before. And with that, I've decided to get a bit of a clean up.
Ash lowers his hood and now you see a clean cut, clean shaven version of himself.
Ash: Surprised, I wouldn't be, you see it was time to take this a little more seriously. It was time to look, like a champion, and it was time to put a new face to MPW. I'm still going to be the heartless motherfucker you know today, but with a little less hair in my eyes. Now, I know this doesn't shock you, because nothing really does. You got deadpan face, where nothing bothers you, you kick someone's ass and you have the face like you just smelt a fart all the time. Well, I know what did bother you, the fact that I beat you. The fact that I had my hand raised at the end of our match.
Ash: You were content to make all these wild claims that you had fought my father. And I actually had the thought to bring out my father and show you the time line and his actual NWA biography and show that you were never ever one of his opponents and have him dispute you. But come on, you'd make up another story about him lying. Now I know you read my bio, which is more props than I give a lot of wrestlers here in this company, that you would know that my father never won a heavyweight title. He has won several legends titles on his legends of wrestling tour, but alas the world title has always alluded him. But if you think that has anything to do with me, do yourself a favor and look at that imprint you left on the mat last week.
Ash: You think I'm here to play, because I do skits, I make people laugh at your expense, while you speak like some kind of monotone robot and show us these outlandish skits where really you should be in jail. And you're calling me the ridiculous one? Come on Kemosobi, you deep down know I was not only made for this company, I was made to carry companies on my back. That's how great I am, and if you're neanderthal ass can't cope with that fact, you're going to find out soon enough, that there is just nothing you can do to stop my rise to the top. Because I'm not like Ian Andrews or Jason X that talk about being the best but never to anything to show it. The MPW brought you to me as a challenge, to shut me up, and everything was done but that. Here I am today, with one win over you and smiling bright. You know Terrin, it's people like you that won't except that I was made for something better than midcard. They never look passed than themselves, because they think they are the end all be all. But here's the thing, I do what I can to be the end all be all. I don't take for granted what is handed to me. Like for instance, you walk into the main event because you believe you deserve it, what's this your fourth match, fifth maybe, this is my tenth week in this company, I didn't get here because of my brother, I scratched and clawed. And made it to the main event, because I am one of the hardest workers in this company. Arguably, the hardest worker.
Ash: You see, every win I've achieved was a fluke until it happened so much, you couldn't deny me. Whatever acknowledgement I have today, it's because I've earned it, as I did with you. You have made your name by being some sort of cardboard cut out of what you think is a bad ass. When you and I met, it was the meeting between the fake and the real thing. I am a wrestler through and through, with an obsession for this sport. That's why I beat you, that's why I'm here every week doing what only a handful of people ever in this business can do. I know there's other wrestlers out there that can't wait for me to lose, so they can pounce on that loss like it's going to break me. They want to know that they have company in their mediocre life, they don't want to believe that someone like me can exist. Especially when they had to spend so much of their time trying to get over Trey Baxter being unstoppable. Well there are two, and while the day will come where him and I will have our words and the battle to end all battles, first in our path is you two. Terrin, I felt the pain you had to deal, and yes I could barely walk at the end of our match. You are every bit the ass kicker you say you are, but you thought you knew me, you thought I was below you and I proved to you that I can beat you. I looked down at you with a sense of pride and accomplishment.
Ash: You may blame ring rust, you may claim whatever you want, but the fact of the matter is you tried. You did everything you could to take me out, I'm no meth addict actor that supposedly beat your brother. You told the world that you were here to weed out what you refer to as little bitches, well I can only imagine what you are going to say now. I know your ego is going to call what I did a fluke, a never going to happen again. And for your gimmick's sake, it's just something that you have to say to save face. Go ahead, because right now, this week, you're pinned against the wall even more than you were last week. Let's face it, let's just call a spade a spade, you have on your side, a man that I've beaten to hold the title I hold today. He's a poor slob that has made it his life to be something he will only be, after me, after the fact that I have made his life a living hell. A man that couldn't move on from my division, no matter what he's done, only for me to be living out the dream. And on my side, I have a match that is the creme of the crop as I. Now, there is a lot of speculation, that with my wanting to be the best, that Trey and I will never coexist. They thought that of Aidan Caine and I, and both our hands were raised. I'm here to place my name in the history of MPW, because with this management, with what it's done for the wrestling business, putting the breath it has, I can only think of myself. And I think to myself Terrin, what I have done thus far, and where I will be in just a few months time.
Ash: You wanted to know that if I would back down, why, because it's you, because you're Terrin, because of what you have done in your very short time here, of "weeding" out the weak. And you lumped me in with those guys thinking, I'm not 6'10, I'm not a fat piece of shit like you, and you thought my body doesn't hold power and though I knocked you the fuck out, I'd bet Jesus Christ himself, that I woke you up. You see there are rumors that you dominated that match and you know what, you got some licks in, but no matter what, I never stayed down....you did.
Ash: I saw you looking at me at the end of that match, bitch, what are you going to do. There's nothing you could've done that night, so you did what you always do, try to intimidate with a look. I could've gone back into that ring and done it all over again, because that's what I was made for, winning. Terrin, you're competition, I ain't taking that away from you, and I know when I reach the top, I'll be facing you or your loser brother Blaze and that's fine. But what you need to understand is that I am the new top tier of this company, I am the new face of what is to be, in MPW. You're looking at it, right here, and when the time comes when titles are on the line, you can rely on a fuckin' look and I'll rely on the skills that got me where I am today. I don't stop, not like you did for nine years, and now what, everyone is supposed to bow down because you're back. FUCK YOU! I'm not like them, I will never be like them. Because no matter what, you will always be below me, you verbally swat at flies hoping for something to stick while me, I go right for the throat.
Ash: How? Well let's see, you over there killing people in your promos, and Bliss is her own promo cleaning him up and slowly falling in love with the man. Hey, good on your baby bro, he's about to get high grade pussy, Bliss is hot. But much like the luck that has befallen your dear brother, it seems that being involved in his life currently, it's also fallen on both you and Bliss. You're avenging him and Bliss is nursing him back to health, but what has your brother done for you, or Bliss lately, where was he when you were taste testing my boot. And better yet, Bliss who is playing Juliet to Romeo Blaze, where was Jackson when Laura Tavares was busy stretching her out, and no, not in the good way. See, that's why your brother is where he is, today. Because not only is he a fuck up, he pulls others down with him. I have to tell you, seeing him in Bliss's promo, I didn't feel one ounce of pity for him. Besides that, where were you as his big brother, sure he's his own man, but here you are in promos rackin' up warrants yet you were nowhere to be seen that a meth head would even do that to your brother. Yeah, some protector you are, what good are you after the fact, and what's even worse, is you didn't avenge him, you had others "make it clean". Damn old man, that's your brother and you couldn't even bring yourself to fake kill him.
Ash nods.
Ash: Ah, I see, maybe you didn't really kill him. Come on Terrin, you're a slimey piece of dog shit, every one knows it. Maybe you got the meth head to take our your brother because you couldn't stand to share any kind of spotlight with him. And by taking out your brother, it puts the attention on you doesn't it. And then when Bliss found him, all of the sudden a meth head is found and what did you do...you "silenced" him. Why, wouldn't it be most critical to get more information out of him, but you silenced him because you didn't want him ratting you out to the world. You're such a two faced twat that you couldn't bare to look at your brother had he known you were the one to torment his world. Gives you something to go off of, looking for him, while gaining recognition after nine years of being obsolete, doesn't that story kind of thrust you into the spotlight. Not only that, don't you sort of fill the spot of your brother. You destroy the man and then, use his status in the company to once again make yourself relevant....nice. In the end, I hit you with the adios motherfucker, and that was meant, for you to leave. But here you are again, and I'm not afraid to do it again.
Ash: You hoped I would be more than just a bump in the road as the others you've faced, and now that I've served you your first loss here in the MPW, I think you have your answer. And I'm glad that my father whom you've never met managed to give you the drive to make it to the top, because you see as you were watching as a kid, and also taking a break from wrestling for the last nine years, I see the kind of drive it's given you. How about we call it what it really is, false hope. You're an LA guy, that's fine, and Bret Hart was Canadian, doesn't mean everyone from Canada will be as successful as him. You're the sad part of Los Angeles, the fake biker who has a few tattoos and thinks he's a fuckin' somebody, because he fits into a society of people made up of losers who couldn't bring themselves to do anything with their lives. They may raise hell, but once they reach a certain age, the whole thing is just ridiculous. What it is, is men that never want to grow up, that want to ride their bike, steel, rape and apparently kill, but will ultimately, never amount to shit. You see Terrin, I will always kick you back down, when I reach the top, you're always going to feel the bottom of my boot push you back down that ladder.
Ash: You see as much as you claim to have looked at "my old man", I now look at you, as the old man. The man passed his pride trying to prove his dick still works. Instead of buying a corvette, you're a fuckin' two bit wrestler for shits and giggles until your social security kicks in.
Ash: You told the world you have more muscles and more attitude, than who, me? I'm the one that lifted you on my shoulders and put you down on your face, remember that? Oh wait, I have an answer for you about something you asked. Let's take a look, shall we?
Ash looks beyond the camera and nods. The clip is taken from Terrin's own promo.
"Terrin: You're a dangerous man holding the most dangerous title here. You're hardcore. You're badass. So, there's noway someone like you can lose to this old ass biker too then, right? "
The camera comes back to Ash with his own smirk.
Ash: Right.
Ash shrugs.
Ash: Moving along, last week you asked me if I thought you were scared of me, and my answer is no, your ego would never allow yourself to admit that, but you really should be. You gauge me by my title, well even without X-Core rules, I put you down. I'm not dangerous because of my title, I'm dangerous because I excel at everything I do. I don't bleed out every match like a stuck pig like Kuk Killswitch, as if that somehow represents how hardcore you are, I've lifted this title and made it what it is today. Jordan Storm is just the beginning, you see I beat five men to even win this belt, I went through a tournament to even get a shot at the title, but that doesn't help you does it. That doesn't help your argument whatever point you were trying to make.
Ash: You rambled on and on about how much research you did, but you never even called me by my right name, Soulsfate, not Soulfate, it's details like that that put over your point, and let's people know you're serious about your shit, instead of talking out of your ass. You call me a step up from the bottom, yet, this is my third week in the main event and wouldn't you know it, it was facing me that got you into the main event in the first place, but here's the difference, when we're done this week, you're going back to relying on Justin in the tag division and I'm going back to being in the main event. Even facing two men at a time, you weren't in the main event. And hell yes, a former world heavyweight champion is being laughed at by a current X-Core Champion. Good, because there's a path leading right through you to the top of this company, and it'll come at the price of beating you to near death.
Ash: You say that the threats don't matter to you because of whom I've beaten, now that I have a win over you, do my threats ring more clearly. Are they less empty now? Will you take me seriously this week, or will I be too busy raising my arm in victory once again. I told you last week, you claiming yourself to be a legend, I'm the legend destroyer and the shatterer of dreams and what's happened. Now I know how you feel, I've lost a match or two before, and I know the drive it gives a man, that hunger to wipe that loss away as fast as possible as if it never happened. But that's just not to be this week, this week is going to be the exclamation point to last week, to prove that there was no fluke, you were beaten and I did it in front of the world to see. Act like it doesn't bother, act like it's not eating away at you, I know it is, but what's the best part, is your anger is going to make it easier to catch you slippin' and put the nail in the coffin.
Ash: Let's go on to Kuk Killswitch, who always reminds me of those Messin' with Sasquatch commercials. Well, welcome back, I know how you took losing the X-Core title to me, I know how it ate at you, come on you were gone for three weeks after I beat you. I know how stupid I made you look, how I embarrassed you and Nytrus by the end of that match because everyone was wondering which one of you two it would be, because I was thrown out of the ring but in the end, I was the only one left standing, wasn't I?
Ash: But your triumphant return was coming back to attack me, and you couldn't even do that right. Once again, I know how you took that, that was the staple needed to tell you to stop trying to make yourself something you're not. I'm telling you Kuk, after I'm done with my title, you can do whatever you want with it. And everyone thinks you've upped your game, but come on man, we all know what you're doing. Your promos are still three minutes long, nothing's changed. Get over yourself.
Ash: And you qualify for my title because you beat Jordan Storm, wow, a man that was only my competition because Calista Vandal had given up on herself. Had she known it would get that much easier, I'm sure she would've stayed. If you think Jordan Storm says anything to me, catch a fuckin' clue. You lose, take three weeks off and attack me, instead of earning your way as everyone else has, you put yourself in the spotlight the easiest way you know how. Well after this week when I have two wins over you, what will you bring up, your dominance over Chicken last week, while I was in the main event even over our current world heavyweight champion. You look at me in complete jealousy because I am living out your dream of being the king on the X-Core division mountain, but here's the thing, I'm the wrestler, you are a poor man's version of Mick Foley.
Ash: I get it, you can do a frog splash, good for you, any fat ass can fall from the top rope onto another man. You are a man that could never do what I have done with this title, what it sorely needed, to be put on a pedestal. I get it, once you win it, it'll be hell to take away from you, but you will always and forever know that this title belongs to me. You will know deep in your heart that you'll always be a paper X-Core Champion, and you can take pride if you want in that, but I'll never look into your eyes with any ounce of respect. You are a gimmick like your tag team partner, they've put class against a couple of asses. While you were gone sulking about how you didn't win my belt, plotting and planning some big return that eventually failed, I was winning matches and making a name for myself here. While you, are in the exact place I left you, and it's pathetic that now you're coming at me again with just two sucky wins under your belt. Let's be honest, with you and Nytrus, I wasn't handed this belt, but you winning a title shot, with Jordan Storm and Chicken, you might as well have kept those weeks off, because yes, you were handed a title shot.
Ash: You walk around as if MPW should advertise you, who the fuck are you, let's even ask, what have you done. You abandoned this company because you lost a match you felt you were destined to win, and you want the company to advertise you. Why, after I beat you and keep my title, your track record shows you'll leave the company anyway. You want appreciation for what, showing up two weeks in a row and beating two men you were supposed to beat. See how can MPW ever depend on you for signings or anything else, when things don't go your way, you leave or cry like you've shown this week. Do you know how many you let down, leaving the way you did, come on. Those people that thought you were take your licks and be an X-Core Champion, what did you do, you fuckin' ran away.
Ash: You want to bask in glory for just showing up, and I can understand that much like your tag partner, you were groomed to be one of this company's main ass kickers and because of me, your worlds came crashing down and how fun is it that now I face both of you in one match. And then to see you act like such a whiny bitch because why, they didn't set up your table. You're not a man, you can't do things for yourself. Are you fuckin' kidding me, you want to be the champion of one of the most dangerous titles to have, and you are crying about people not setting up your table. What a little bitch, maybe they should call you Kuk Princess, it fits you better.
Ash: See me, I could be in the back, or up in the front and it just wouldn't matter. Because I'm paid to put motherfuckers THROUGH tables, not sign autographs. Kuk Kardashian that you seem to be, don't like that you're not in the limelight but you know what, I give Chicken credit, I give Nytrus credit, I even give that jackass Jason X credit for not running away like you did. Brandon went on to face the world heavyweight champion, while you sat at home drowning your sorrows in some Ben and Jerry's.
Ash: I wasn't advertised and I'm not crying, and I'm carrying the one thing you think is going to make a difference, the X-Core title. I had a line at my table, I even signed some tits, was awesome...and you got...a little boy. I'd clap but that's too pathetic for me to even acknowledge. Well no, what was pathetic was you giving the little boy free shit so you can impress his big sister, well let's see, he looked about five years of age, so how old must she have been. Maybe it should be Kuk ChildMolestik.
Ash: A man is a hunter, and to see you flap and flutter when a woman was present, was just embarrassing for everyone involved. I just wish she would've seen you act like a fuckin' diva just moments before her little brother showed up. Maybe you two would be doing each other's hair and calling boys like a couple of sad fuckin' hags that you are.
Ash: Here's what's the deal you no talent hack, is that I dropped the curtain like in the wizard of Oz and now everyone sees you for what you truly are. Come on, when you were winning matches, you were here every week and the slightest bump in the road and you crumble like a 3 dollar hooker on Sunset and Vine. I'm glad you lost, I'm glad that everyone sees you for the bitch that you are today. I have no respect for you and come the day where I ever lose this title, I hope it never touches your hands, because seeing you make idle threats is going to make you laughable. I'll never see a man, I'll see a little spoiled brat who wants things handed to him. If you thought bleeding in your matches would put forth enough imagery to make you X-Core, you better go back to the drawing board. Kuk, I'm going to embarrass you again, and believe me, this time, with how bad it's going to be, this time you may stay gone. This company survived and thrived without you and there wasn't even a hiccup while you were gone.
Ash: For weeks, you've been calling me out in your stinkin' promos like you matter. I've beaten you and this week I'm going to beat you again and at the Pay Per View, it's over, you're going back home or back down the ladder. I earned this belt through your blood, through all your attempts at belittling me. But when it came time to knuckle up in the king of the mountain match, who was the first person I pinned to make me eligible to win the match, it was you Kuk. You felt the adios motherfucker just like Terrin Rein did, and you fell to it, infact in that match, I pinned you twice. I won my title in my hometown when it was thought to never happen. You say that you bring a hardcore presence to this company, and you established yourself as the best in the division, and then, I beat you and instantly that made me the best in the division. Before Aftershock you were sitting on buildings looking at your hands visualizing the title in them. And me, I took that away from you. I told you after Aftershock, you will never forget me and how I made you feel about yourself.
Ash: Remember in your words, this company named you as the X-Core title's rightful owner, and now a days, you're crying that you can't get a table of merch set up for you. You stood there and called the MPW idiots, and then weeks later you are on the Lifetime channel like 45 year old lady crying about how no one's buying your merchandise. You used to look down on everyone and now you are the lonely piece of shit and we're all supposed to feel sorry for you.
Ash: Come on, all you've ever claimed before Aftershock is how it was your time, YOUR TIME! And funny how things have turned out, because you see Killbitch, it's been my time. Whenever I move on from this title and you get it, it'll be a novelty act, a sideshow, it won't reach the heights I've brought it to. This title means more to me than anything, but never made me, I've made it what it is today. People see me as above this title, but for you, this title, will envelope you. It'll be the highest you'll ever achieve in this business. You've longed for this title the most because you know deep down you don't have that it takes to be MPW's world champion, you're happy to sit and make easy money as a side attraction for kids. Bleed, bleed and bleed until finally, you are used up and thrown out like a piece of trash. Come to the ring because I still owe you for what you tried and failed to do two weeks ago. I'm going to rip your throat out and feed it to that little boy and give him a real idol to idolize. Also, you can tell Rebecca, that she should stop settling for side salads and get with the main course.
Ash: Killswitch, it's time to return you to sender, and put you back on your mother's couch where you came from.
Ash smirks.
Ash: And Terrin, ....If last week was to bring me to "your level", if I've beaten you....what level am I at now?
Ash glares at the camera and then looks at the ring already set up and brings up his X-Core Championship and puts it onto his shoulders. The camera fades to....
-Press Start-
The Tale of Two Kings...
The camera comes in on a man dressed much Gandolf from Lord of the Rings, but his robe is an olive green. His staff looks to be holding him up, as he stands upon this grand grassy hill. The sun shining brightly above him, dozens of children run up this hill, they are dressed as different variations of today's MPW wrestlers. Little mini Ian Andrews, mini Kuk Killswitch, mini Bliss, mini Johnny Clash and you name anyone on the roster, there's a child version of them in this skit. The children versions of these wrestlers, surrounding this older man and take a seat upon the grass. The old man laughs exposing his dirty teeth, and sits upon a rock, bringing out an old long wooden pipe and begins to light it. He smiles at the children looking at all of their faces bright, and their ears eager to hear a story.
Old Man: Come to hear a story have you?
Mini Clash: Tell the one about my hero never tapping out to Trey Baxter.
Mini Bliss: No, tell the one about my hero becoming the Sin City Champion.
Mini Killswitch: I made poopie!
The old man looks at mini Killswitch with a confused face.
Mini Killswitch: It was the outback steakhouse.
The old man takes a puff of his pipe with a little bit of laughter.
Old Man: This story is the tale of two kings, one born from legacy, one of born of the streets and rose from the ashes to become the world's champion. One was a soul's fate, sharing the greatness of his father. A man that had the fight in his blood, a passion for it, would take on all comers, with a smirk, a wink and an internal drive to make that challenge regret it. And the other, a destroyer of men, and much to the dismay of those men, a destroyer of egos. Now as their future holds for them, a united trail only to meet in an incredible clash-
Mini Clash: That's me.
Old Man: Shut up kid.
The old man glares at the child, who for some reason has weird butch hair cut and beard combo, same as the real one does.
Old Man: But for one night, these two legends' paths were intertwined as they would take on two behemoths, one with a thirst for blood that is unmatched, and the other, a seasoned veteran to be sure, and a legend to be. These four met if for only one night.
Mini Styles: What happened that night?
Old Man: There was bloodshed, there were cries of war and promises of those left standing. The one named Reign, he reigned not only in name, but also in the arenas all over the world. Draped in gold, it filled his past, and also on the night they faced. The other, hungry to be noticed, and you would have thought his stench of beef jerky and Pabst Blue Ribbon would've been enough to be noticed, but alas, it was one of the legends that lived with the glory that should be his. For you see, when they had met the first time, he was more interested in the bigger, stronger men, never giving a second thought to the one called Ash. Much as Reign did not, for he judged the man based on his false stories of his accolades over Ash's father. Much as Reign tried, as much pain as he inflected on the younger, faster Ash, when time came for the conclusion, it would Ash whom had his hand held high. For the tale of the two kings, are one whom creates upsets, and the other ...the champion of the world. On this night, the two kings united, defeated the behemoths and buried them for no one to see again.
Mini Reign: Live, Ride, Fries.
Old Man:What's that?
Mini Reign: Little sliced potatoes, I'm hungry.
Mini Taufik: Excuse me Mr. Kenobi?
Old Man: Little Taufik, not every man with a white beard is Obi Wan Kenobi, remember when I tell you that...every week?
Mini Taufik: Where are they now?
Old Man: Whom?
Mini Brooklyn: I want to know where Ash Soulsfate is, he sounds hot.
Old Man: As creepy as a child saying that is...he lives... within the City of Angels.
Mini Pain: Heaven?
He says with sad face.
Old Man: No, Los Angeles.
Mini Hunter: And what about Trey Baxter.
His R's sounding like W's.
Old Man: He is the first class man of the Second City.
Mini Tavares: Will we ever see these kings?
Old Man: Look within the stars at night, and if you close your eyes and listen, you can still hear the cheers, and the awes of astonishment.
Mini Killswitch farts a weird squeal fart, slow and forced.
Mini Killswitch: I tried to tell you.
The kids sniff with a disgusted face and race away. The old man stands with his staff, lifts it into the air.
Old Man: You...shalt not....passssss....gasssss.
The old man slams his staff into the ground and the camera goes to black.
Scene 2: The camera comes in on Ash, once again dressed as Terrin Reign, bandana and MPW's new shirt of his, leather vest, shades, complete with fake goatee. Terrin rides up on a replica of Pee Wee Herman's red bicycle to a Rio's pizza, he rides to stall, stops and kicks down the kickstand. Much like a movie, the camera closes up on "Terrin's" boot touching the floor. The camera backs off and "Terrin" walks into the place. Upon entering, "Terrin" pulls his shades down and slides them onto his collar. When "Terrin" sees Poe dressed as Sal, a small snicker arises upon seeing Poe this way, but Ash continues with the skit.
"Sal": Yo Teabag, he's right over here.
"Terrin": That was one time in College, and that was on a dare!
"Sal": College?
"Terrin": Oh, I mean Barstow, Ride or Die fest.
"Sal": Because that makes more sense.
"Terrin": Where is he?
As "Terrin" looks, a man almost identical to the man that was in the real Terrin's skit, complete with jail tattoos is sitting in the corner, scared at the sight of "Terrin"
"Sal" There he is, you gotta be careful though, he's coming off a sugar high, two twix and old pack of fun dip. We just pricked his finger, to keep info on his diabetes.
"Terrin": My little brother got taken out by a guy with diabetes? Are you serious right now?
"Terrin" grabs "Sal" by the collar and pulls "him" close.
"Terrin": Tell me happened before I got here.
"Sal": Blaze was hanging out in alleys, as you remember, he had three seperate title shots at Trey Baxter and failed all attempts, well he was hiding there and this man offered him one of the last Twinkies.
"Terrin" punches the wall.
"Terrin": Doesn't he know they went out of business?!
"Sal": Surely, he does.
"Terrin": What about a ring ding?
"Sal": They found chocolate on your brother's lips, no one knows what it was from.
"Terrin": Did Blaze fight?
"Sal": He did, but what happened was, this man over here but his penis is a refridgerator and did what they are calling on the streetings a cold cocking.
"Terrin": Of all that's holy.
"Terrin" winks at the camera and hits the pele kick on the poor diabetes man, smashing his head against the wall.
"Terrin": Finish him off, and make it clean.
"Terrin" walks outside and lights a cigarette, the sounds of rumbling are heard within, screams and howls, begging for mercy. "Terrin" rolls his eyes and walks back inside to see "Sal" revving up a chainsaw.
"Terrin": DUDE! Make it clean does not involve a chainsaw.
"Sal": My bad.
"Terrin" walks back outside. Sounds of a Tommy Gun are heard. "Terrin" walks back inside.
"Terrin": Okay, perhaps I should've made this more clear. This is wrestling, and my gimmick is somewhat Sons of Anarchy meets the Godfather, meets Sopranos, which means this whole thing is completely real and not fabricated whatsoever, and makes complete sense that I would kill someone or have them killed on television for millions of viewers to see. Get it? So make it clean and may I stress silent?
"Sal": Yeah, yeah, sure, sure, sorry boss. Hey boss, ain't you worried about these viewers snitching to the cops?
"Terrin": They better not.
"Sal": Or else what, chances are, someone knows this creep. And if they call it in, I mean they have our faces on camera killing this man.
"Terrin": Damn it Sal, you're not making me look cool at all. Do you know how hard it was for people to take me seriously when my brother and I have American Gladiator names? It was very hard. Our other brother Marcus Sapphire is waiting to be signed by Madd Katt as soon as possible. Now, don't ask questions and just do what you're told.
"Sal": Kind of like when Ash Soulsfate kicked your two front teeth down your throat huh boss?
"Terrin": I beat his father you know?
"Sal" But wouldn't Ash have brought that up, knowing that. I mean Ash does a lot of research and if he studies his opponents, it's impossible that he not know everything about his father's matches. Have you seen the work he does towards his opponents, studying them?
"Terrin": So you're saying what I said about his father isn't true?
"Sal": Well, you could say that and have your promo come out after Ash's, that way the whole lie will seem to viewers who don't know any better, or hope Ash doesn't know you're lying.
"Terrin": That's perfect, I'll do that. I mean come on, what are the chances of facing Ash again next week, and he calling me on my horseshit.
"Sal": It's got to be even money boss.
"Terrin": I'm going to leave now.
"Sal": Boss, I got another question.
"Terrin": What is it now Sal?
"Sal": If this man beat Jackson Blaze with a pipe, how come he was only drunk in Bliss's promo that same week?
"Terrin": No, no, he was bloody and a mess and Bliss, who is hotter than hell, got up went to a smut shop, DIDN'T get hit on...in that smut shop, found him, carried him to a taxi, which she can because she's 5'5 and 125 pounds, and he's about 200 plus pounds of dead weight, so you see, it all makes sense.
"Sal": You sure he's not running from his failures against Trey Baxter, and not being able to exceed past mid card?
"Terrin": Well, I, his brother am here to take off where he trailed off.
"Sal": But Ash beat you last week, doesn't that mean you're going the same route as your brother?
"Terrin": Where's Reno? He'll know where my brother is, and Sal it wasn't a smut shop, it was a tattoo parlor.
"Sal": But sir, killing this guy, Reno being here, me talking to you, what's this have to do with your match with Ash. Isn't it all kind of pointless, since it has nothing to do with your match?
"Terrin": Has Marco killed that kid yet?
"Sal": Perhaps if you concentrated more on Ash, instead of talking out of your ass, sir, you might have won the match, know what I mean boss. I ain't no genius or nothin'
"Terrin": That's right, you're not, let me do all the thinkin'.
A gun shot is heard, and "Marco", Bobby dressed as Marco walks into the scene.
"Marco": It's done boss.
"Terrin": This will make Ash fear me.
"Sal": Killin' people in promos?
"Terrin": Yes, in the ring, where it doesn't matter what I do, he'll fear me.
"Sal": He's seen it before boss, he really didn't care.
"Terrin" faces the camera.
"Terrin": This week, I tear you apart Ash. I'm gonna teach you respect kid. I faced your father and let's hope you're better than him, 'cause I beat him six ways from Sunday. Now I get a future X-Core Champion at my side, while you have the world heavyweight champion. The odds are in my favor to win.
"Sal" How, there's a guy with no title on your side, and he has the top man on his.
"Terrin": Sal, don't make me kill you too.
"Terrin" faces the camera again.
"Terrin": This week, I tear you apart Ash. I'm gon-
"Sal" You said that already.
"Terrin" brings out crib sheets under his fingerless glove hand.
"Terrin": Did I say the father thing?
"Sal": Yeah.
"Terrin": What about my reign as tag team champions, I earned that you know, Ash was wrong on that one.
"Sal": That he was. But he was right that he was going to win the match.
"Terrin" sighs. The man that was supposed to die, walks back in, eating half of a Subway sandwich, and a bag with the other half.
Man: Oh, we ain't done?
"Terrin": Damn it kid, you're breaking the fourth wall. And I hope you brought sandwiches for all of us! Now finish that sandwich and make it clean!
"Terrin" crosses his arms like a bad ass and nods, as if a point had been made.
Next are set as clips.
"Terrin" in a massage parlor, he bust open the door, a massause is massaging a man.
"Terrin": Finish him off and make it clean!
Massage Customer: Thanks Terrin!
"Terrin" walks into a Dennys and stops at a man with a stack of waffles on his plate.
"Terrin": Finish him off and make it clean!
The waitress sprays whipped cream on his waffles. Once again "Terrin" crosses his arms and nods to the camera.
An old lady is at the butcher's station ordering sliced ham."Terrin" comes out with a butcher's apron and hair net, yelling at the butcher attending her.
"Terrin": Finish her off, and make those sliced lean!
Next, Subzero is woozy and Scorpion is about to do his finisher. The Toasty guy comes out and "Terrin" punches him in the face.
"Terrin": FInish him off, and make it clean.
The camera fades to black.
One King Speaketh!
The camera comes in on a hooded man, black hood, sleeves cut off, white under shirt, blue jeans, a silver chain. He's standing in front of the entrance way, an empty arena, it's pitch black around him, the entranceway green, as he brings the microphone up to his lips.
Ash: I hope you enjoyed that Terrin, I know how much you hate comedy and enjoy the..."stiffness" of your promos. Why am I shrouded in darkness, no it's not because of what bruises you think you may have given me. You see, I told you from day one I was meant for the top of this company. The title I carry to the ring means I've put men and women through hell to get it, and to retain it. So many in this company believe me to be above this belt, but as you have seen, I've raised the class of this belt. I've proven that this belt has not made me the man I am today, I've put it in a spotlight that Kuk Killswitch never could have. I noticed that while the pay checks came rolling in oh these many weeks, and the few weeks I've been in the main event,brought on a few envelopes that were heavier than before. And with that, I've decided to get a bit of a clean up.
Ash lowers his hood and now you see a clean cut, clean shaven version of himself.
Ash: Surprised, I wouldn't be, you see it was time to take this a little more seriously. It was time to look, like a champion, and it was time to put a new face to MPW. I'm still going to be the heartless motherfucker you know today, but with a little less hair in my eyes. Now, I know this doesn't shock you, because nothing really does. You got deadpan face, where nothing bothers you, you kick someone's ass and you have the face like you just smelt a fart all the time. Well, I know what did bother you, the fact that I beat you. The fact that I had my hand raised at the end of our match.
Ash: You were content to make all these wild claims that you had fought my father. And I actually had the thought to bring out my father and show you the time line and his actual NWA biography and show that you were never ever one of his opponents and have him dispute you. But come on, you'd make up another story about him lying. Now I know you read my bio, which is more props than I give a lot of wrestlers here in this company, that you would know that my father never won a heavyweight title. He has won several legends titles on his legends of wrestling tour, but alas the world title has always alluded him. But if you think that has anything to do with me, do yourself a favor and look at that imprint you left on the mat last week.
Ash: You think I'm here to play, because I do skits, I make people laugh at your expense, while you speak like some kind of monotone robot and show us these outlandish skits where really you should be in jail. And you're calling me the ridiculous one? Come on Kemosobi, you deep down know I was not only made for this company, I was made to carry companies on my back. That's how great I am, and if you're neanderthal ass can't cope with that fact, you're going to find out soon enough, that there is just nothing you can do to stop my rise to the top. Because I'm not like Ian Andrews or Jason X that talk about being the best but never to anything to show it. The MPW brought you to me as a challenge, to shut me up, and everything was done but that. Here I am today, with one win over you and smiling bright. You know Terrin, it's people like you that won't except that I was made for something better than midcard. They never look passed than themselves, because they think they are the end all be all. But here's the thing, I do what I can to be the end all be all. I don't take for granted what is handed to me. Like for instance, you walk into the main event because you believe you deserve it, what's this your fourth match, fifth maybe, this is my tenth week in this company, I didn't get here because of my brother, I scratched and clawed. And made it to the main event, because I am one of the hardest workers in this company. Arguably, the hardest worker.
Ash: You see, every win I've achieved was a fluke until it happened so much, you couldn't deny me. Whatever acknowledgement I have today, it's because I've earned it, as I did with you. You have made your name by being some sort of cardboard cut out of what you think is a bad ass. When you and I met, it was the meeting between the fake and the real thing. I am a wrestler through and through, with an obsession for this sport. That's why I beat you, that's why I'm here every week doing what only a handful of people ever in this business can do. I know there's other wrestlers out there that can't wait for me to lose, so they can pounce on that loss like it's going to break me. They want to know that they have company in their mediocre life, they don't want to believe that someone like me can exist. Especially when they had to spend so much of their time trying to get over Trey Baxter being unstoppable. Well there are two, and while the day will come where him and I will have our words and the battle to end all battles, first in our path is you two. Terrin, I felt the pain you had to deal, and yes I could barely walk at the end of our match. You are every bit the ass kicker you say you are, but you thought you knew me, you thought I was below you and I proved to you that I can beat you. I looked down at you with a sense of pride and accomplishment.
Ash: You may blame ring rust, you may claim whatever you want, but the fact of the matter is you tried. You did everything you could to take me out, I'm no meth addict actor that supposedly beat your brother. You told the world that you were here to weed out what you refer to as little bitches, well I can only imagine what you are going to say now. I know your ego is going to call what I did a fluke, a never going to happen again. And for your gimmick's sake, it's just something that you have to say to save face. Go ahead, because right now, this week, you're pinned against the wall even more than you were last week. Let's face it, let's just call a spade a spade, you have on your side, a man that I've beaten to hold the title I hold today. He's a poor slob that has made it his life to be something he will only be, after me, after the fact that I have made his life a living hell. A man that couldn't move on from my division, no matter what he's done, only for me to be living out the dream. And on my side, I have a match that is the creme of the crop as I. Now, there is a lot of speculation, that with my wanting to be the best, that Trey and I will never coexist. They thought that of Aidan Caine and I, and both our hands were raised. I'm here to place my name in the history of MPW, because with this management, with what it's done for the wrestling business, putting the breath it has, I can only think of myself. And I think to myself Terrin, what I have done thus far, and where I will be in just a few months time.
Ash: You wanted to know that if I would back down, why, because it's you, because you're Terrin, because of what you have done in your very short time here, of "weeding" out the weak. And you lumped me in with those guys thinking, I'm not 6'10, I'm not a fat piece of shit like you, and you thought my body doesn't hold power and though I knocked you the fuck out, I'd bet Jesus Christ himself, that I woke you up. You see there are rumors that you dominated that match and you know what, you got some licks in, but no matter what, I never stayed down....you did.
Ash: I saw you looking at me at the end of that match, bitch, what are you going to do. There's nothing you could've done that night, so you did what you always do, try to intimidate with a look. I could've gone back into that ring and done it all over again, because that's what I was made for, winning. Terrin, you're competition, I ain't taking that away from you, and I know when I reach the top, I'll be facing you or your loser brother Blaze and that's fine. But what you need to understand is that I am the new top tier of this company, I am the new face of what is to be, in MPW. You're looking at it, right here, and when the time comes when titles are on the line, you can rely on a fuckin' look and I'll rely on the skills that got me where I am today. I don't stop, not like you did for nine years, and now what, everyone is supposed to bow down because you're back. FUCK YOU! I'm not like them, I will never be like them. Because no matter what, you will always be below me, you verbally swat at flies hoping for something to stick while me, I go right for the throat.
Ash: How? Well let's see, you over there killing people in your promos, and Bliss is her own promo cleaning him up and slowly falling in love with the man. Hey, good on your baby bro, he's about to get high grade pussy, Bliss is hot. But much like the luck that has befallen your dear brother, it seems that being involved in his life currently, it's also fallen on both you and Bliss. You're avenging him and Bliss is nursing him back to health, but what has your brother done for you, or Bliss lately, where was he when you were taste testing my boot. And better yet, Bliss who is playing Juliet to Romeo Blaze, where was Jackson when Laura Tavares was busy stretching her out, and no, not in the good way. See, that's why your brother is where he is, today. Because not only is he a fuck up, he pulls others down with him. I have to tell you, seeing him in Bliss's promo, I didn't feel one ounce of pity for him. Besides that, where were you as his big brother, sure he's his own man, but here you are in promos rackin' up warrants yet you were nowhere to be seen that a meth head would even do that to your brother. Yeah, some protector you are, what good are you after the fact, and what's even worse, is you didn't avenge him, you had others "make it clean". Damn old man, that's your brother and you couldn't even bring yourself to fake kill him.
Ash nods.
Ash: Ah, I see, maybe you didn't really kill him. Come on Terrin, you're a slimey piece of dog shit, every one knows it. Maybe you got the meth head to take our your brother because you couldn't stand to share any kind of spotlight with him. And by taking out your brother, it puts the attention on you doesn't it. And then when Bliss found him, all of the sudden a meth head is found and what did you do...you "silenced" him. Why, wouldn't it be most critical to get more information out of him, but you silenced him because you didn't want him ratting you out to the world. You're such a two faced twat that you couldn't bare to look at your brother had he known you were the one to torment his world. Gives you something to go off of, looking for him, while gaining recognition after nine years of being obsolete, doesn't that story kind of thrust you into the spotlight. Not only that, don't you sort of fill the spot of your brother. You destroy the man and then, use his status in the company to once again make yourself relevant....nice. In the end, I hit you with the adios motherfucker, and that was meant, for you to leave. But here you are again, and I'm not afraid to do it again.
Ash: You hoped I would be more than just a bump in the road as the others you've faced, and now that I've served you your first loss here in the MPW, I think you have your answer. And I'm glad that my father whom you've never met managed to give you the drive to make it to the top, because you see as you were watching as a kid, and also taking a break from wrestling for the last nine years, I see the kind of drive it's given you. How about we call it what it really is, false hope. You're an LA guy, that's fine, and Bret Hart was Canadian, doesn't mean everyone from Canada will be as successful as him. You're the sad part of Los Angeles, the fake biker who has a few tattoos and thinks he's a fuckin' somebody, because he fits into a society of people made up of losers who couldn't bring themselves to do anything with their lives. They may raise hell, but once they reach a certain age, the whole thing is just ridiculous. What it is, is men that never want to grow up, that want to ride their bike, steel, rape and apparently kill, but will ultimately, never amount to shit. You see Terrin, I will always kick you back down, when I reach the top, you're always going to feel the bottom of my boot push you back down that ladder.
Ash: You see as much as you claim to have looked at "my old man", I now look at you, as the old man. The man passed his pride trying to prove his dick still works. Instead of buying a corvette, you're a fuckin' two bit wrestler for shits and giggles until your social security kicks in.
Ash: You told the world you have more muscles and more attitude, than who, me? I'm the one that lifted you on my shoulders and put you down on your face, remember that? Oh wait, I have an answer for you about something you asked. Let's take a look, shall we?
Ash looks beyond the camera and nods. The clip is taken from Terrin's own promo.
"Terrin: You're a dangerous man holding the most dangerous title here. You're hardcore. You're badass. So, there's noway someone like you can lose to this old ass biker too then, right? "
The camera comes back to Ash with his own smirk.
Ash: Right.
Ash shrugs.
Ash: Moving along, last week you asked me if I thought you were scared of me, and my answer is no, your ego would never allow yourself to admit that, but you really should be. You gauge me by my title, well even without X-Core rules, I put you down. I'm not dangerous because of my title, I'm dangerous because I excel at everything I do. I don't bleed out every match like a stuck pig like Kuk Killswitch, as if that somehow represents how hardcore you are, I've lifted this title and made it what it is today. Jordan Storm is just the beginning, you see I beat five men to even win this belt, I went through a tournament to even get a shot at the title, but that doesn't help you does it. That doesn't help your argument whatever point you were trying to make.
Ash: You rambled on and on about how much research you did, but you never even called me by my right name, Soulsfate, not Soulfate, it's details like that that put over your point, and let's people know you're serious about your shit, instead of talking out of your ass. You call me a step up from the bottom, yet, this is my third week in the main event and wouldn't you know it, it was facing me that got you into the main event in the first place, but here's the difference, when we're done this week, you're going back to relying on Justin in the tag division and I'm going back to being in the main event. Even facing two men at a time, you weren't in the main event. And hell yes, a former world heavyweight champion is being laughed at by a current X-Core Champion. Good, because there's a path leading right through you to the top of this company, and it'll come at the price of beating you to near death.
Ash: You say that the threats don't matter to you because of whom I've beaten, now that I have a win over you, do my threats ring more clearly. Are they less empty now? Will you take me seriously this week, or will I be too busy raising my arm in victory once again. I told you last week, you claiming yourself to be a legend, I'm the legend destroyer and the shatterer of dreams and what's happened. Now I know how you feel, I've lost a match or two before, and I know the drive it gives a man, that hunger to wipe that loss away as fast as possible as if it never happened. But that's just not to be this week, this week is going to be the exclamation point to last week, to prove that there was no fluke, you were beaten and I did it in front of the world to see. Act like it doesn't bother, act like it's not eating away at you, I know it is, but what's the best part, is your anger is going to make it easier to catch you slippin' and put the nail in the coffin.
Ash: Let's go on to Kuk Killswitch, who always reminds me of those Messin' with Sasquatch commercials. Well, welcome back, I know how you took losing the X-Core title to me, I know how it ate at you, come on you were gone for three weeks after I beat you. I know how stupid I made you look, how I embarrassed you and Nytrus by the end of that match because everyone was wondering which one of you two it would be, because I was thrown out of the ring but in the end, I was the only one left standing, wasn't I?
Ash: But your triumphant return was coming back to attack me, and you couldn't even do that right. Once again, I know how you took that, that was the staple needed to tell you to stop trying to make yourself something you're not. I'm telling you Kuk, after I'm done with my title, you can do whatever you want with it. And everyone thinks you've upped your game, but come on man, we all know what you're doing. Your promos are still three minutes long, nothing's changed. Get over yourself.
Ash: And you qualify for my title because you beat Jordan Storm, wow, a man that was only my competition because Calista Vandal had given up on herself. Had she known it would get that much easier, I'm sure she would've stayed. If you think Jordan Storm says anything to me, catch a fuckin' clue. You lose, take three weeks off and attack me, instead of earning your way as everyone else has, you put yourself in the spotlight the easiest way you know how. Well after this week when I have two wins over you, what will you bring up, your dominance over Chicken last week, while I was in the main event even over our current world heavyweight champion. You look at me in complete jealousy because I am living out your dream of being the king on the X-Core division mountain, but here's the thing, I'm the wrestler, you are a poor man's version of Mick Foley.
Ash: I get it, you can do a frog splash, good for you, any fat ass can fall from the top rope onto another man. You are a man that could never do what I have done with this title, what it sorely needed, to be put on a pedestal. I get it, once you win it, it'll be hell to take away from you, but you will always and forever know that this title belongs to me. You will know deep in your heart that you'll always be a paper X-Core Champion, and you can take pride if you want in that, but I'll never look into your eyes with any ounce of respect. You are a gimmick like your tag team partner, they've put class against a couple of asses. While you were gone sulking about how you didn't win my belt, plotting and planning some big return that eventually failed, I was winning matches and making a name for myself here. While you, are in the exact place I left you, and it's pathetic that now you're coming at me again with just two sucky wins under your belt. Let's be honest, with you and Nytrus, I wasn't handed this belt, but you winning a title shot, with Jordan Storm and Chicken, you might as well have kept those weeks off, because yes, you were handed a title shot.
Ash: You walk around as if MPW should advertise you, who the fuck are you, let's even ask, what have you done. You abandoned this company because you lost a match you felt you were destined to win, and you want the company to advertise you. Why, after I beat you and keep my title, your track record shows you'll leave the company anyway. You want appreciation for what, showing up two weeks in a row and beating two men you were supposed to beat. See how can MPW ever depend on you for signings or anything else, when things don't go your way, you leave or cry like you've shown this week. Do you know how many you let down, leaving the way you did, come on. Those people that thought you were take your licks and be an X-Core Champion, what did you do, you fuckin' ran away.
Ash: You want to bask in glory for just showing up, and I can understand that much like your tag partner, you were groomed to be one of this company's main ass kickers and because of me, your worlds came crashing down and how fun is it that now I face both of you in one match. And then to see you act like such a whiny bitch because why, they didn't set up your table. You're not a man, you can't do things for yourself. Are you fuckin' kidding me, you want to be the champion of one of the most dangerous titles to have, and you are crying about people not setting up your table. What a little bitch, maybe they should call you Kuk Princess, it fits you better.
Ash: See me, I could be in the back, or up in the front and it just wouldn't matter. Because I'm paid to put motherfuckers THROUGH tables, not sign autographs. Kuk Kardashian that you seem to be, don't like that you're not in the limelight but you know what, I give Chicken credit, I give Nytrus credit, I even give that jackass Jason X credit for not running away like you did. Brandon went on to face the world heavyweight champion, while you sat at home drowning your sorrows in some Ben and Jerry's.
Ash: I wasn't advertised and I'm not crying, and I'm carrying the one thing you think is going to make a difference, the X-Core title. I had a line at my table, I even signed some tits, was awesome...and you got...a little boy. I'd clap but that's too pathetic for me to even acknowledge. Well no, what was pathetic was you giving the little boy free shit so you can impress his big sister, well let's see, he looked about five years of age, so how old must she have been. Maybe it should be Kuk ChildMolestik.
Ash: A man is a hunter, and to see you flap and flutter when a woman was present, was just embarrassing for everyone involved. I just wish she would've seen you act like a fuckin' diva just moments before her little brother showed up. Maybe you two would be doing each other's hair and calling boys like a couple of sad fuckin' hags that you are.
Ash: Here's what's the deal you no talent hack, is that I dropped the curtain like in the wizard of Oz and now everyone sees you for what you truly are. Come on, when you were winning matches, you were here every week and the slightest bump in the road and you crumble like a 3 dollar hooker on Sunset and Vine. I'm glad you lost, I'm glad that everyone sees you for the bitch that you are today. I have no respect for you and come the day where I ever lose this title, I hope it never touches your hands, because seeing you make idle threats is going to make you laughable. I'll never see a man, I'll see a little spoiled brat who wants things handed to him. If you thought bleeding in your matches would put forth enough imagery to make you X-Core, you better go back to the drawing board. Kuk, I'm going to embarrass you again, and believe me, this time, with how bad it's going to be, this time you may stay gone. This company survived and thrived without you and there wasn't even a hiccup while you were gone.
Ash: For weeks, you've been calling me out in your stinkin' promos like you matter. I've beaten you and this week I'm going to beat you again and at the Pay Per View, it's over, you're going back home or back down the ladder. I earned this belt through your blood, through all your attempts at belittling me. But when it came time to knuckle up in the king of the mountain match, who was the first person I pinned to make me eligible to win the match, it was you Kuk. You felt the adios motherfucker just like Terrin Rein did, and you fell to it, infact in that match, I pinned you twice. I won my title in my hometown when it was thought to never happen. You say that you bring a hardcore presence to this company, and you established yourself as the best in the division, and then, I beat you and instantly that made me the best in the division. Before Aftershock you were sitting on buildings looking at your hands visualizing the title in them. And me, I took that away from you. I told you after Aftershock, you will never forget me and how I made you feel about yourself.
Ash: Remember in your words, this company named you as the X-Core title's rightful owner, and now a days, you're crying that you can't get a table of merch set up for you. You stood there and called the MPW idiots, and then weeks later you are on the Lifetime channel like 45 year old lady crying about how no one's buying your merchandise. You used to look down on everyone and now you are the lonely piece of shit and we're all supposed to feel sorry for you.
Ash: Come on, all you've ever claimed before Aftershock is how it was your time, YOUR TIME! And funny how things have turned out, because you see Killbitch, it's been my time. Whenever I move on from this title and you get it, it'll be a novelty act, a sideshow, it won't reach the heights I've brought it to. This title means more to me than anything, but never made me, I've made it what it is today. People see me as above this title, but for you, this title, will envelope you. It'll be the highest you'll ever achieve in this business. You've longed for this title the most because you know deep down you don't have that it takes to be MPW's world champion, you're happy to sit and make easy money as a side attraction for kids. Bleed, bleed and bleed until finally, you are used up and thrown out like a piece of trash. Come to the ring because I still owe you for what you tried and failed to do two weeks ago. I'm going to rip your throat out and feed it to that little boy and give him a real idol to idolize. Also, you can tell Rebecca, that she should stop settling for side salads and get with the main course.
Ash: Killswitch, it's time to return you to sender, and put you back on your mother's couch where you came from.
Ash smirks.
Ash: And Terrin, ....If last week was to bring me to "your level", if I've beaten you....what level am I at now?
Ash glares at the camera and then looks at the ring already set up and brings up his X-Core Championship and puts it onto his shoulders. The camera fades to....
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