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Thursday Night Takedown(night)

The camera comes in on an empty locker room, clothes strewn about leading to the showers. We can hear the showers running, the cameraman decides in his own head it'd be a smart idea to go in and get a sneak at this new main event, still considered new to MPW, even though holding a title. Once inside the shower, you can see Ash Soulsfate in the shower, but his body is blocked by the shower door. Not paying attention, Ash sets with his head down letting the water wash the stench of Ian Andrews and Taufik off of him. The thoughts of his match run through his mind, the endless opportunities by this great outing. Everything was set up so perfect, he would never let Taufik or Ian Andrews know just how close they came to ending that match the winners. Ash thinks of his mistakes, and thinks of ways those could've been avoided. This scene, almost a metaphor, a baptism, a right of accepting what is coming for him, ...greatness. That moment when you know everything went next to exactly the way you imagined. Taufik and Ian Andrews was a true fight, but in the end, that match is in the books, the winner of not only that match, but soon, the world champion, Ash Soulsfate and his new found friend, Trey Baxter. It's amazing to think that this company's most heartless bastard can be friends with this company's most accredited face. But it's happened, and the threat of them two together, working as a unit, it's very real....and very dangerous. We hear a door close behind the cameraman.

Female Voice: Are you getting a proper view then?

The camera turns around to see Poe, Ash's long term girlfriend, well the longest running relationship thus far anyway. Poe is wearing a leather skin tight suit, her motorcycle helmet propped up on her slender hip. She has a look of concern, but can't help to see the comical side of a man looking at another man in the shower.

Cameraman: I was sent in here.

The cameraman shaking at the imaginations in his head by what this woman must think of the situation.

Poe: By whom?

The camera turns to see Jay Wyatt standing there at the door.

Wyatt: I just didn't want to interrupt anything.

Poe: So you sent him in to look at Ash in the shower.

Wyatt: At least I didn't let in the two women that are waiting outside that door right now.

Poe: There's women out there?

Wyatt: I just passed by the merchandise booth, kids are asking where the Ash Soulsfate merch is. I sold them my undershirt and wrote Ash Soulsfate on it in sharpee. That's fourteen bucks for lunch at the airline terminal.

The shower stops running to which Wyatt panics.

Wyatt: So do me a favor and not mention any of this to Ash?

Poe: Sure thing, Mister?

Wyatt: Jay Wyatt.

Poe sticks out her hand. Wyatt takes it upon himself to take her hand and bend down to kiss it, to which raises to devilish smile from Poe.

Poe: My love, we have guests.

Wyatt's sly smile turns to one of tremble, his head still near Poe's hand. Ash steps out in a towel that's wrapped around his waist.

Ash: There a reason you're holding my girlfriend's hand, "guest"?

Poe: He was just kissing my hand during our introduction.

Wyatt: I'll leave you guys alone, Ash, you just had an incredible match with Trey Baxter against the tag team champions, I'm sure you're tired.

Ash: Nonsense. What can I do for you?

Wyatt: Well sir, I'm Jay Wyatt, I'm MPW's interviewer and-

Ash: What are you doin' here. Johnny Clash, Rage, Roxi Johnson, Trey Baxter's lockers are far from here. I don't know where Bliss is though.

Wyatt: Tim Bowers is already working the other main eventers, and Bliss was taken out by Laura Tavaress, weeks ago. Say, when do you think Bliss will be back, and what will she go for?

Ash: Well, that's a good question....for Bliss. Look man, half these main eventers like Rage, Johnny Clash, Bliss, I'm not even on these people's radars. I couldn't tell you who she's going to go after, but my money says it'd be Laura Tavaress for a little payback. And after that hilarious thing her and Clash did to Ms. Biguns, I have to tell ya, there's a special place in hell for those two. So whatever karma comes at Laura, believe me, it's going to be sweet.

Wyatt: Your were named as the next person to go after Johnny Clash's title, why do you think the build isn't there for that match?

Ash: Well, as money making as it would be after the fact, I'm sure Madd Katt wouldn't have the correct build up he'd want. Even in a month, everyone would wonder why I was in that match. Slow and steady build, that's the key to me, because I'm here for the long haul, because in the end, I'm going to make this company so much god damn money, you'll think it's the second coming of Christ. Third coming if you count that whole resurrection thing, but hey, we get chocolate covered eggs out of it. My money is on a surprise of sorts, and hey, if I'm wrong, I'm wrong, but I gotta go with the fact that this whole thing will be a surprise, whether I'm going for the world title or the tag titles with Trey Baxter, there's one thing that's for sure, I'm having the most fun I've ever had in a company. With Rage and Clash, hell with TWI in general, if egos spoke to each other like dolphins, there's one thing I know, all those egos in that match, there is no damn way the TWI would ever be the same after it, Clash nor Rage could ever be in a stable knowing the other one is better than them.

Ash heads to his suitcase, takes off his towel to which Wyatt girlishly whimpers and covers his eyes. Ash is wearing boxers, he sits on the bench and slides on his jeans and picks up his slip on Vans.

Wyatt: You wouldn't want to be apart of that match?

Ash: Yes, I'd love to come home with the World Heavyweight Championship.

Wyatt: Are you that confident you'd win?

Ash: You know what I saw out there? A bunch of whining girls out there that treat that belt like jewelery. It defines them, when I hold my world title, I will define what it is to be a champion. They won't hit my theme music, and I make a big stink until I get what I want. The time of causing a fit in the grocery store for my favorite candy is long gone. I'll earn it, just like I did my X-Core title. And besides, it gives me a weakness, to look passed my own division, I am a proud defender of my own title. You are not dangling gold in front of me, because I'm already holding it. My ego isn't like Rage who can't appreciate his own title.

Wyatt: How so?

Ash: I have an ego the size of Ms Bigun's boobs, and that's big, but I'm not blinded by it, like the men in the TWI. I go into that match, the other two men will have the same exact promo towards me about how I don't belong in the match. And deep down they know, with me in that match, shit would get real. They know deep down that there would be a huge chance that I'd come home with the title. Hell, management even knows that I'd come home with the title. When I eventually do go for that title, it's going to be some victim that is going to know that his days of being the World Champion have just been numbered. It'd be a countdown to him or her losing her title. Now it's not a weakness so far as in the ring, a fight is a fight, however when I reach that level, they will not see any weakness, they'll see their future dwindle before their eyes. You see dorkfish, I was made for main event. Look at me, my body and my talent scream it.

Ash turns his attention to Poe.

Ash: You get it?

Poe: Your match tonight on DVD, all here.

Poe pats her purse.

Ash: Good.

Ash stands and slides on his KillSwitch Engage shirt. Now fully dressed, out of nowhere Ash Soulsfate snaps and grabs Wyatt by the throat and slams him against the wall. Wyatt looks at the cameraman for help, who just stands there.

Ash: If you ever lay a hand on my girlfriend again, I'm going to shove that microphone so far up your ass, it'll come out your mouth, and I'll set you up as a jump rope for the local girls. Do we have an understanding?

Grasping for air Wyatt says.

Wyatt: Yes, sir.

Ash makes a disgusted face.

Ash: What's that smell?

Poe: Well hun, it would appear you've literally choked the piss out of him.

Ash and the camera look down at Wyatt's pants.

Ash: Damn Quiet, take it easy.

Wyatt: It's Wyatt.

Ash raises an eyebrow.

Ash: What's your name?

Wyatt lowers his head.

Wyatt: Quiet. Jay Quiet. I'm just happy you didn't call me Gay Wyatt, I had a hard time with that in high school.

Ash: God you must've had your ass kicked so many times in life.

Wyatt's head drops.

Wyatt: So, so many times.

Ash: Well, being staff, you must know who I'm fighing next.

Wyatt: Yes, I saw the match sheet for next week. You have Drake Hunter and Chris Cable, once again, and your tag partner is Trey Baxter.

Ash: It's like being surrounded by people in the Marvel Universe....Age of Arrogance, Drake Hunter. Chris Cable. Names where you can't tell if you're facing a dude or a chick. Well, I'm out of here, there's this club that I've been invited to, and me and Poe gotta head out.

Wyatt: Who invited you?

Ash: Do me a favor Quiet, ....don't be too good at your job.

Ash grabs his hoodie and opens the door and leaves. Wyatt is confused.

Wyatt: What's that supposed to mean?

Poe: You ask too many questions.

Poe says while passing Wyatt and leaving as well. Wyatt leaves as well, the cameraman following them. When Wyatt is shocked to see that Ash Soulsfate has gathered a crowd around him, all facing the door Wyatt has just walked through.

Ash: See, didn't I tell you, he pissed himself.

Wyatt does what he can to try and cover his embarrassing spot.

The crowd is laughing hysterically while pointing at Wyatt. Wyatt tries to escape from the audience but is stopped by Poe, just long enough for Ash to grab Wyatt by the collar and drag him to the parking lot. The crowd follows Ash, as they assume Wyatt is up for even more embarassment. Ash and Samtex reach the outside. Ash releases Wyatt and holds up his index finger.

Ash: Wait there, you wanted Ash Soulsfates' words, that's exactly what you're going to get.

Ash steps onto a black stretch limousine with the word MDDKTT written on the license plate. Ash steps up on the bumper and then stands on the hood of the limo.

Wyatt: Um, Ash sir.

Ash: Shut up Quiet.

Wyatt: But sir, you're standing on Madd Katt's personal limousine sir.

Ash: I know who's it is, this is not the first time I've stood on this hood, if you remember, while I was still on Step UP! I did it, and now in the main event of his show, I'm doing the same thing, to prove a point. I'm untouchable. Madd Katt knows that one day I will be holding this company's World title belt, and he knows how much money Trey and I would make being the tag team champions. But there's something Johnny Clash also knows, he knows just how safe he would be should Trey and I go for the tag titles. There's nothing he wants more than to play hot potato with Rage for the World title, passing it back and forth between them. You see, weeks back, TWI attacked me before my match with Calista Vandal, and I told them, that this, wasn't over...and believe me it isn't.

Wyatt: I'm getting word that Madd Katt is well aware that you're standing on his limo, and that he's sending security out here.

Poe picks up a 2x4 and slides it through the handles of the door.

Ash: Thanks Sweets.

Poe stays silent but winks. Wyatt then tells the cameraman to get a close up of the hood's damage.

Wyatt: Madd Katt's going to be pissed. We're looking at a deadman.

Ash laughs.

Ash: Did you see me out there tonight, I did as I said I would and I stole the show. Bonus points to me for stealing the show fighting someone the age of Moses, in Taufik, who pretty much has to register as a child molester everywhere he moves. I know that I'm not exactly untouchable, but come on, I'm a step away from it, and I know after tonight each of you have seen my worth to this company. I know as well, another person that saw, and that's you Drake and Chris. You have been here for quite awhile, so I know you've seen them all come and go, and you know that this time is different. I...am different. And I have to say that I agree with you, I am, I'm of an even higher caliber than our current top tier. Not only do I make matches watchable, I make them must see. You will hold your piss and get a bladder infection just to not miss a god damn thing I do in that ring. Drake, you and I have made it to the second time in this little rivalry we have going, but the roulette wheel has stopped, and it appears your number just didn't come up this time. No, this time you have gotten me and Trey Baxter, and not some half assed attempt in that ring such as Taufik and Ian Andrews.

Ash looks up at the stars.

Ash: The stars for me though, they have aligned perfectly. Though you are younger than my opponent tonight, you are also naive but we'll get into that a little later.

Two female voices are heard in unison.

Voices: Hey Ash.

This of course gets Ash's attention, as he looks, two women have just lifted their shirts to flash Ash. Ash smiles in appreciation.

Ash: You see boys, I've come for titles and titties, and from what your virgin eyes have just seen, it would seem I'm already on the right track.

Ash stops looking at the camera.

Ash: Ladies and gentlemen, I will not be your hero, I will not fight for you, for your respect. What I will do, for myself, is win matches and eventually more titles, because it's what you want to see. Think of all the interesting matches I could make memorable, think of all those lost opportunities of which I could've made pay per views better. I could up the buy rate of a pay per view with five minutes of my in ring work, let alone a title match. Now those of you turned off by my attitude, good, I'm not for you, go watch Dynamo Crunch and pretend that you're him. I am me, and I like it that way, but you've all come out here to see just what the fuck I was going to do next. You may hate me, but I have your attention, and during this trail of my career, I'm facing two men who have no idea what they're up against. Sure, they saw me work today, but they have no idea of the humiliation in and out of the ring that they are about to go through. Age of Arrogance had an easy time around here, and wouldn't you know it, the other shoe has fallen. You see, this week, for the Age, we will be their personal,"death angels".

-Cut-

Next Day

The camera comes back in on the inside of an old folks home. All about the room are old people in robes, some with tubes from their noses, a sea of liver spots. They are sitting in random places, one guy crossing the electric sliding doors path hears the chime and begins to rush, which is a normal person's walk. The sliding doors open and the crossing old man falls down. In walks Ash Soulsfate, not even breaking his stride simply steps over the old man and walks to the receptionist's desk. He is wearing a nice button up shirt and black slacks with nice black shoes. He has a bottle of Jack Daniels and what looks like a dvd in either hand. Ash props his elbows on the desk with a smile that could only come from him. A smile returned at the sight of Ash Soulsfate.

Receptionist: Hello.

Ash: Yes, Taufik, "The Savior, please.

The receptionist types the name into the computer. She shakes her head not seeing that name.

Receptionist: Are you sure he's at this home sir?

Ash: It was the closest one and after what I did to him, and I embarrassed in front of the world, I thought he'd have to return here. Ah well, thank you for your time Miss.

Ash's about to leave when the receptionist stands.

Receptionist: Well, what's your rush?

Ash: Excuse me?

Receptionist: Well I just meant that any one of these people would love a visit from a young man like yourself.

Ash: I don't really like to hang around death.

The receptionist's eyes grow big and looks around to see if anyone heard him.

Receptionist: We don't like to use that word around here.

Ash: Okay, well, I'm out of here.

Receptionist: You brought a bottle of whiskey to an old folks home?

Ash: It was kind of a truce for breaking his face with the adios motherfucker.

Receptionist: Metaphorically, you mean.

Ash: No, it's funny, it's like Drake Hunter when I kicked him, I hit him with that part of my foot where I didn't even feel it. You know like when you're playing baseball and you hit the ball with the meat of the bat and it just feels right? With Taufik, I think I broke the sound barrier with how fast I brought him down on his face.

Receptionist: Well-

Ash: You're just going to keep talking 'til I visit someone, aren't you?

Receptionist: You can even pick the one you want to visit.

Ash: Okay, I have five minutes, you're lucky you have big tits.

Ash walks to the right, down this long hallway, peeking into each room. Until he gets into a room where a man is watching the Three Stooges. Ash leans against the door frame to catch some of the episode.

Man: Well, ain't you comin' or you gonna start there like a statue?

Ash looks down to see a man lying down, hooked up to every kind of tube imaginable. Ash's eyes big at the shock of seeing this man's situation.

Man: I get that a lot. Doc says I got a month tops. What's your name kid?

Ash: Ash Soulsfate...,but you can call me, Ash Soulsfate.

Man: Brass set on ya, eh? I was like that when I was young too. What are you, some kind of muscle man, you're built like a bear.

Ash: Funny you should mention that. I was here to trying to catch up with an "old" friend. I was gonna show him our match. See, I'm a god...erhm, a wrestler, I shouldn't be saying God, you're going to meet him in a month.

Man: A wrestler huh? Ain't that shit fa-

Ash: Fuck you.

The man smiles.

Man: My names Redd, Redd Shoemaker son. And you still haven't come into the room.

Ash steps in.

Shoemaker: That's right.

Ash looks around.

Shoemaker: So you got me interested, who is your next opponent?

Ash: These two dickfaces named Drake Hunter and Chris Cable, all the makings of jackass, with attitude to boot.

Shoemaker: Can you take them?

Ash confidently smiles.

Ash: I'm in the beginning stages when it comes to this company, but Chris Cable is always known to come up short. I'm going to dismantle the poor guy.

Shoemaker: What gives you all this confidence kid?

Ash: You're going to witness my awesomeness, well, not firsthand of course, because my guess is, you were here lying in bed.

Ash goes to the dvd player and slides in the dvd, the following footage being that of Baxter and Soulsfate versus Taufik and Andrews. Ash takes a seat, placing the remote down on the armrest.

{Trey jumps down and walks over to ash. They fist bump and make their way to their corners. Baxter and Ash are discussing strategy in their corner as The Narcissists run across the ring and attack both Ash and Trey]}

Ash: This is where it starts, right here I'm already thinking "dude, he must've drank an entire bar, I can smell him from here.

{ Ash leaps over the ropes and lands with perfect balance on the ring apron, Ash climbs to the top rope of the apron and leaps of with a spectacular moonsault that destroys The Narcissists!}

Ash: God damn I'm awesome.

{Back in the ring Ash is pumping up the crowd with his back turned to Taufik who is still kneeling, Ash turns back to Taufik who low blows him which stuns Ash as he falls to the mat.}

Ash: We can fast forward this.

Ash lifts the remote to the dvd player and indeed forwards it until he sees a section he likes.

{Taufik gets back up but gets knocked down by a spinning heel kick from a resurgent Ash. They both get back to their feet at the same time and start a brawl in the ring, Ash gets Taufik backed up onto the ropes and clotheslines him over the top rope to the outside. Ash jumps onto the top rope with perfect balance=

Ash: Here it comes.

{ Ash leaps of with a devastating leg drop that connects with Taufik’s neck.}

Ash: BOOM!

The sound of a machine near Redd sounding off.

beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

Ash: How are can you hear anything with that sound?

Ash gets up, never taking his eyes off the television. Ash unplugs a bunch of things, still not paying attention until the sound is gone. Ash sits back down. Not seeing Redd convulsing and silently begging for help as he can't talk anymore, his eyes huge. The man is clutching his chest.

{Thomas Simon: Ash is unstoppable!

Bob Herman: yeah but he can’t keep Taufik down for three.

[Taufik runs at Ash but Ash pulls down the top rope sending Taufik out of the ring. Ian comes running towards him but is met with a spear by Trey Baxter. Trey picks Ian up and kicks him in the stomach. He hits the lights out and rolls Ian out of the ring. Ash waits for Taufik to get back in the ring. He hits the Adios Mother fucker. He goes for the pin]

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

Thomas Simon: they got em!

Honey Winters: here are your winners, Trey Baxter and Ash Soulsfate!}

The dvd stops.

Ash: Wasn't that amazing? I mean this guy Libby has no fuckin' clue what he's in for.

Ash turns to Redd and sees his eyes closed and very still.

Ash: I know, it took a lot out of me too. Enjoy your sleep old man.

Ash stands.

Ash: Wow, that lady was right, that wasn't so bad.

Ash looks down at the old man once more.

Ash: I'll see you later Mr. Shoemaker.

Ash leaves and returns down the hallway and heads to the exit.

Receptionist: Now, was that so bad?

Ash: Near painless.

Ash slides his sunglasses on with a smile, with the thought of seeing his last match play in his head. Ash exits and gets to the parking lot when he takes the time to address the Age of Arrogance once again. While talking though, he takes off said nice shirt and to expose a black muscle shirt. Ash places it in his Fastback Mustang through the passenger window, reaches in and grabs a baseball cap and slides that onto his head backwards and sighs as if feeling more himself now.

Ash: I have to say, seeing what you guys got to see at home, I'm amazing. Well Age of Arrogance, you have a bit of history here in the MPW, infact, you were here months before I was on this show, some of the earliest this company has even had. Now you would think that would make me respect you, that you helped to build this place, a place where I now reside, but I don't. You see, you are a low point, this company still needs me. What sucks is that before last week, you didn't even know that you did. I'm the shot in the arm that this show needed because it wasn't getting what they wanted from you kids. They need constant entertainment, they need people that can do what they can't. And seeing you, in that ring, why would they pay to see you when they could go to 7-11 and see fourteen of "you" sitting outside loitering and asking for change. A bunch of punk kids who don't want to do anything for themselves, they're just looking for their next hand out. Remind you of anyone Shit Stains?

Ash: You know, you've been here a long time, and I see that I have an excuse to not be in that tag team hunt, not to be the champions, the ink is still wet on my contract to this company, and Trey and I barely got our feet wet as a tag team but you, you boys have been a tag team for some time now and you're still not the names that you should be. I know, I know, you have tons of excuses and they are all full of bullshit explaining how it's not your fault. But think of the men who held the titles before Taufik and Andrews, a couple of one note chokes who as soon as things were going wrong for them, abadoned ship. Treating this company like they were lower than dirt, but loved the attention they were getting when they were winning. We would see them every week, but alas, I show up and break down Terrin Reign and low and behold, the man ends up showing this company just how big of a pussy he truly is. And Justin Fischer losing yet another title to Taufik, it's no wonder they left, the jig was up, and everyone knew that they had been exposed for what they were, fakes. And now two bigger jokes are holding titles that they never should. Guys that don't deserve to be holding titles, guys that are only holding those titles because the champions before them couldn't bring themselves to be men and defend them with honor. It was like watching men who had given up on themselves and handing the titles over to them. I guess they got tired of being nothing more than targets.

Ash shakes his head.

Ash: I can tell that you might be slow so I'm going to explain that that last comment, was sarcasm. You both have been here for so long and yet both of you have yet to hold at least one title, whether seperate or together, and as I've pointed out in my last promo to you both, you've certainly had your chances. It's been long forgotten, and people have actually done stuff since, even Age of Arrogance, I mean what are you guys waiting for, at this rate Chicken will probably get a title before you both. You have had opportunities, but you've proven to always come up short, just like in this tag team division, you will live up to your reputation of once again failing. You're fuckin' doing half the work for me, it's like a stigma with you boys now, and it's only going to work to my advantage. What you should've done is ask management to allow you to sit out of this week, because these things only remind you of how much of a loser you truly are. It's not fair to you, to be reminded of the short side of talent that you have. It has to send you to therapy. I mean, coming home to your mom and dad and them not even able to look you in the face, because they somehow think it's their fault that you turned out to be such a huge disappointment. I say return home to your parents because with how much you lose, there, that only says you both live with your parents.

Ash smirks.

Ash: You are full grown men...sort of, and you might not even make it to our match, because you might be grounded for not taking out the trash. You know in a lot of cases, the mother tends to keep the son there because she's not getting the attention from her husband, so they make you stay and put up with her bullshit. Which means your dads ain't fuckin' your moms, and some of the guys had a picture of your mom, hell, some even had video. I guess I just have to wait for my turn with her. And believe me, after the fuck I give her, she won't be bothering you for months. I'll make her forget the disappointment that came out of her vagina, by putting something that can only be measured in feet, inside her. Hell, maybe I'll give you a half brother who will overshadow you like all of the roster does in this company everyday.

Ash: It's just funny to think of you traveling the world with MPW, only for you to return, not to your apartment, not to your house, but to your room, with posters of Britney and N'Sync, well you try to convince us that you are so punk. You're so punk rock that you live with your parents. Johnny Rotten was right, punk is dead, especially when it's defined these days by the excuse of a man like you, Drake Hunter. You're no prodigy and you're damn sure no messiah, technical or otherwise. You are a boy in a man's world, scraping by on the limited talent you have. I admit, you have pretty looking finishers, but as your record shows, those pretty finishers mean absolute shit when you're up against men like Trey and I. Because our moves may not look like a ballerina dance, they sure hurt like hell. Just ask everyone that's been lain in the wake of our successes in the MPW. Right now is our time, and right now we are putting the rest of the roster to shame. We are showing what hard work can accomplish here in the MPW, and in return, I'm 95% of the promo for the Army of One promo. And I'm all over our website nowadays. I've earned that right, I've worked harder than I've ever worked for a company and I go out there every night whether it's house shows or Thursday Night Takedown and I tear the roof off the house. Now teamed with the one man that is company's most beloved, and myself the most hated, we are all sides of the spectrum, because if Trey has a conscience, you can rest assure, that I do not. Just thinking of how out of your league you are this week.

Ash facepalms himself and sighs.

Ash: What the hell are you doing here, in this business, a guy with a fohawk and silly little eye make up, and expects to get respect from people that are out to become champions, legends. You will always stay at the bottom of this company, you have reached your plateau, and now comes the time when you bide your time until you get fed up and leave, this time for good. What am I saying, as children you two were probably never told no, to look real close, you probably have one of those address bracelets incase you get lost. If you lose matches, you can go home to hot cocoa and watch Saturday Morning cartoons, dressed in footie pajamas. Seeing you as childish as you are, can only mean one thing, your father never taught you how to be a man, which adds more sense to your mother being such a town whore. Your father is in the closet, and it's made you basically have two moms, and between them, you were their precious little angel. And it's cost you truly becoming a man, you probably don't even know where to begin in talking with a woman. You LIVE in the friend zone to every woman you've ever met, simply because you are no threat to them of sleeping with you, because it'll never happen. Well, get your little emergency cell phone that allows you both only to call your parents, and let them know, that their precious angel, is coming back Sunday, broken little men. Warn them that they will see blood stains on your clothes, they will see bruising all about your faces, they will see broken bones, and they will see a man that has come to realize that his time as a child has come to an end. You both are born victims, and you'll live out your shallow life never completing anything real.

Ash turns his back to the camera, to show that he's wearing a Los Angeles Dodgers cap.

Ash: Like it?

Ash turns back to face the camera.

Ash: Well, you've lived out your friendly times, but now you are out in the world and as Captain Barbossa once said..."out here, they be monsters". I'm not friendly, I'm not shallow, I'm not the kind of man that shakes your hand if I don't like you, I'm more likely to spit in your face. You fake motherfuckers are the worst ones, because you'll stab someone in the back, me, I like to look into their eyes when I do that. As you are seeing now, I don't respect you, and I never will. Like Australia, you pride yourself on being the underdog, and that's just something I've never been. I'm a born and bred winner, and anything I choose to do. Now my heart is with America, baseball is as American as you can get, but I thought I'd wear the cap just to piss you off. Because Americans are hated on for being upscale, talented, and they know it. While you Australian types are so called real, putting a spin on being horseshit and trying to make it polish. That's fine, everyone sees you for exactly what you are, but it lets you sleep at night. I am classic, I am a thoroughbred, you two are an unlucky jinxes when it comes to wrestling. And management just doesn't have the heart to tell you that you are worthless, they pay you to take up time until the main eventers come out. You are the parsley of a four course meal, you are there only for it to look presentable. Here, you are just a number on the roster to make us look bigger and more successful, but once they dig deep and see that you are some delusional moron, they surpass you, just as everyone has since you came into this company. Just as we will at Takedown this week.

Ash: You used to watch wrestling in Australia and had a little piece of shit promotion with all the other little kids. That's interesting, I was fighting everyday in school, boning the cheerleaders under the bleachers or in their parents' bed, and at night, I'd go to my wrestling school back in Las Vegas. Why, because at night, I wasn't some child that saw wrestling as simple fun with friends, it was the means to get a lot of stuff out, instead of robbing, instead of becoming a nuisance to authorities, what I've come to learn, is that I can be my opponent's nightmare. You know, like I'm doing to you this week, and I knew my place was to be in this business, to be successful and to be remembered and simply brilliant when it comes to wrestling. You, however, are like that high school kid that was excellent in football, and then when he went to college, he found out that he was nowhere near their league. That it is different when it comes to a man's destiny, in comparison to a man that does this for fun. You are talking about a man's livelihood, which is something you never had to deal with, being that you live within the confines of your parent's rulings. You've never been on your own, you've never had to think about where you were going to get your next paycheck. Reality hasn't set in, that you were only great in high school, and here, you're out of your element. You're better off being a store clerk at Toys R Us. Living on minimum wage, and having hemorrhoids, and dying alone.

Ash: I will never do what you both do in this company and waste everyone's time. I made a tidal wave of a splash in coming into this company and I'm riding it all the way to the top, there is no way in hell you or anyone like you is going to hold me down. Because you see, even at this point in my career, you can tell that Madd Katt wants me in the mix. Whatever is happening in the MPW in the future, you can bet your ass I will be a part of it in some form or another. You may hate me, but you LOVE to hate me. You are out there wadding in the ocean begging to get noticed by anyone, and let me tell you, you only have my attention Drake and Cable. And when my sights are set on you, that means you're not going to have a good day. I will make you realize just how sub par you are, that you are the generic version of what a wrestler should be. Sure, with our combination of moves, things will be fast paced and look pretty, but sooner or later things are going to have to come to a head, and boys, Trey and I will leave this week with my hand raised. You know that I'm telling you the truth, and you know deep down that you just don't have what it takes to be in that ring with me. You can keep up in speed, but you don't have the threshold for pain that even the Narcissists had, which means when I catch you, and I WILL catch you, you are going to go down faster than your mother when your father goes off to work for the day.

Ash: MPW is just giving us another set of lemmings to take down, and to MPW, I say thank you.

Ash: Cable, I'm not afraid of your submission moves, as I've proven when we had our match and I had Aidan Caine with me. He may have gotten the pin but I highly doubt that your buddy Drake has forgotten what the dirt on my boot tastes like, when I hit the "I'll Always Be Better". Drake, Cable, you may be made for something here in the MPW, but at best it's mid card. I'm not saying what you guys can't do may be interesting, but it'll never be the level that Trey and I bring to the table every single week. Since we've last seen each other, you've beaten Christian Carter and Jake Cage. Drake, you've beaten the Apostle and Cable, you failed yet again, this time in the Sin City Championship title shot. And you both beat the Steele brothers. While myself and Trey and making history in the main events all over this country.

Ash: Drake, the last time we dealt with each other, you "welcomed us to your world", and you'd think after what we did to your world, it'd be shattered by now, but it wasn't. I guess this time around, we have to stomp that lit cigarette out, for good. You spoke of how you could be this, one moment and then that, the next. Well what you didn't end up being, at the end, were winners of that match. You told your precious Alyssa how there was nothing to study, because you knew Aidan and I like the back of your hand, and that there wasn't much to study, now how do you feel. To return to her and have to look her in the eye and realize how wrong you were. You decided to not have any tactics, to come unprepared because your egos told you that you could handle us, but where did it get you. You saw how prepared I get for matches, and you knew how prepared I was for you both in that match, it's clearly evident, and this time you know just how prepared I will be for this match. And when Friday morning comes around and you are waiting for the swelling to still go down, and for that lump of pride to be swallowed, I want you to think about your mistakes. And the biggest one, was ever taking your eyes off of me. Hell, last time you counted on Aidan being hurt from his loss with Rage, and he was the one who got the pin on your buddy Cable, so what are you depending on this time, luck?

Ash: Come on Drake, you told me that I need an education on how to live, well tell me how to live better than in the main event with the attention of Madd Katt, with the attention and partnership of one of the most talked about men in wrestling today. The money that's come to me, the opportunities that lie at my doorstep, the pictures, the interviews, the magazines, the spotlight covering me more and more, you tell me, how do you live different from me that's better than how I'm living today. Because I look at you and see a man that's very jealous of my place here in this company. Jealous of all the backstage hub bub, the constant rants of where I am going in this company. And the fake ass pats on the back you get in the locker room of the arenas. You may not have met me, but your face damn sure met my boot, didn't it?


Ash: Now, I leave you with just this, because this little history lesson though not finished, was just to prove that I know who my enemy is. I know everything about my opponent, and I know what moves took him out, I know his speed, his strengths and weaknesses. This is what I do, you will have no surprises AoA. I will not be denied this, my time to rise in the MPW. There is a bright future for me on the horizon, and it's through you, and the road will be paved with your blood, sweat and broken dreams. Once you are in that ring with me, there will be a calm of which you've never experienced, and it's the hush of the death of your careers. It's only fitting I give a semi run down of your career, because I look to end it. This time, you lose in the second round of the tournament, but you won't be losing to some no name that took his ball and went home, you will be losing to MPW's brand new marketable purchase, Ash Soulsfate. And always, I will set trends, and eyes will never leave me until I want them to.

Ash: Boys, do anything you can to be prepared for this match, spar, run miles, but know this, as much of an ego as I have, I have the heart to go through with anything that I say. And right now, I say that the hell I'm about to put you through will change you forever. Everything that happened before today will mean nothing, because once I'm done with you, anything you've accomplished will be erased, and over thrown by the man that's become simply faultless. The pain is coming, the pain will wash over you, because your sacrifice is inevitable. It won't matter if your name is Hunter or Cable, after this match, you'll just be my bitch.

Ash walks over to the driver's side of the car. Ash opens the door, he stands on the bottom frame of the door and looks at the camera one last time.

Ash: Cable, Hunter, I'll do everything I can during this fight not to make you cry.....I wouldn't want your make up to run.....you fuckin' bitches.....

Ash remembers something and brings up a tape recorder and presses play.

"Drake-At the end of the day, when it comes down to who is making the bigger impact, it doesn’t matter what you do inside that ring."

Ash presses stop.

Ash: That's funny, considering that's where we win or lose....perhaps that statement and that idea....is why you'll always fail when the cards are dealt....and once again, my arm, along with Trey Baxter's...will be raised in victory. I see you boys this week, and your shallow words that not even you believe, because we are at the top of your game and believe yourselves to not even have a shot, so you boys put up half ass promos that are completely forgettable, therefore, not only did we beat you.....you've beaten yourselves.

Ash gets into the car and takes off, and as if on cue, an ambulance pulls up to where Ash's car once was. The EMT's rush out of the ambulance and head inside the old folks home as the camera fades to....

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