Eat A Dick Cable

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[Dixon lifts Ash up and throws him to Drake and Cable. Drake hits a superkick which is followed by a running 360 elbow from Cable sending Ash back down. Trey is trying to get the handcuffs off and get in the ring. He is restrained by the cuffs and can only look on]

Bob Herman: That is where Trey deserves to be!

Thomas Simon: No no no put an end to this! Where is Madd Katt!?

Bob Herman: News flash Simon.. He’s not running this show anymore!

[Age of Arrogance lifts Ash up again. This time Andre lifts him up high and than crashes down with a brutal spine buster breaking Ash in half. The three look down at Ash as Johnny Clash emerges on the ramp. He puts his hands on his hips and smiles as he nods his approval. The scene ends]

Ash's Camera

Ash falls to one knee and rolls out to the ground below after many tries of getting up by himself. Poe runs out full sprint and tries to pick him up, wiping the blood from his face. MPW staff run down to help him. And once to his feet he pushes the staff away from him and holds up his X-Core title. Once again, Ash will not leave this building as champion and not on his feet. He stumbles to the ropes and the ropes catch him under the arm. The crowd screams their hearts out for Ash, but much like normal, Ash doesn't pay any attention. Jay Wyatt, while in the end of Thursday Night Takedown, goes over to Ash to help him up. Ash accepts the help, and after a moment pushes Jay off of him. And walks himself slowly to the ramp, as he reaches the ramp, much like the end of Usual Suspects, his slow methodical walk turns into one casual stride to the back. Once in the back, Ash collapses and Poe catches his head and lays him down.

Ash wakes Up

Ash has a cleaned wound and patch band aid on his forehead. Ash looks down to see the X-Core title resting on his waist, still in his wrestling gear. This was the work of Age of Arrogance and Andrew Dixon, and much as he would not like to believe it, it's the work of Johnny Clash. His new so called boss. Ash looks over at Poe who is sitting with a concerned Bobby Ball, Ash's agent.

Bobby: He's waking up.

Poe: Hun?

Ash: Clash.

Ash tries to get up but Poe places a hand on his shoulders and pushes him back down.

Poe: Rest, you lost a lot of blood.

Bobby: Trey naming Ash as the successor of his title shot must have Johnny Clash rattled.

Poe: But why, Trey and Ash have made it pretty clear that their next step is the tag team division.

Bobby: Perhaps Clash feels like he's being put second to the tag champions. Clash wouldn't take a backseat to anyone, not even his own boss Madd Katt.

Ash: This isn't the first place we went to where the owner is also the World Champion.

Bobby: You're not given the title shot, but he's sure taking the cheap shots at you, even leaving you in your own blood.

Poe: A warning?

Bobby: Johnny Clash's name barely comes out of Ash's mouth, this is about Clash's ego.

Ash: Well if he wanted attention, he's got it.

Bobby: The last time we were in this situation, TWI attacked Ash, and that included Johnny Clash, and for months it's been Trey and second was Johnny Clash, and now with Ash all over the website and all over the main event, Clash, this company's World Champion is barely seen. He has taken a backseat to you both since your teaming up, and since he's held that World Championship. And next is that laughable defense against Christian Carter.

Poe: Ash would take his title and his pride, this is the last thing he ever should've done.

Ash: And looks like Laura may be his wife, but he sure has three bitches working well for him, doesn't he?

Poe: Age of AsslessChaps and Andre Dixonhismouth.

Ash: This is passed a war of words.

Bobby: You got Chris Cable next week.

Ash: Great, I'll start with the weakest one.

The camera fades to the next scene.

Once in the back Jay Wyatt is waiting for Ash with a microphone in hand, Ash pushes him to one side and Ash looks for Poe. Ash's gigantic smile turns to one of disappointment. That is until a pair of slender hands over Ash's eyes. His smile is back, and he didn't even have to leave the company to find it.

Poe: I just wanted to make sure it was a surprise.

Ash: That what was a surprise?

Poe turns Ash to the right still covering his eyes. When his eyes are uncovered, he witnesses a huge cake with the word congratulations written on it.

Ash: Wow...a cake.

Ash says with sarcasm.

Poe: Wait for it....Ladies?

Out pops four women dressed in nurses uniforms from the top. The cake frosting hits Wyatt dead in the face sending him backwards a few steps

Nurse 1: His name is Ash.

Nurses: What?

Nurse 2: Ash

Nurse1: He's Gonna Give You a Beatin'

Nurses: What?

Nurse 2: Beatin'

Nurse1: He Won Tonight, He'll Win the titles.

Nurses: Titles.

Nurse 1: But Next Week, It's Chris Cable he'll Waste.

Nurse 2: Ash, Ash, Ash!

Nurses: Soulsfate Soulsfate Soulsfate!

Ash smiles.

Ash: Nice touch.

Poe: Well they were blonde, so it was much harder than you'd expect.

Poe throws her arms around Ash's neck.

Poe: Congratulations baby.

Poe lays a big kiss on Ash.

Ash: And now, I've got a present.

Poe: I bet you do, I'm feeling it.

Ash: That comes later, pun intended.

Poe: Hrmmm.

Poe says with a big grin. Ash pulls a wallet out of his wrestling trunks.

Poe: You're going to pay me?

Ash pulls out a credit card.

Ash: Read the name.

Poe: Madd Ka-

Poe's eyes get big.

Poe: What the fu-

Ash: That's right, you ready to party?

Poe: He's your boss...sorta!

Ash: And I'm his favorite employee.

Poe: The man was drooling while Killswitch had you in stretch hold.

Ash: Still. The question remains. Do we hit Vegas and have the best night of our lives on the Boss?

Poe: Hey, what's the worst thing that can happen.

Wyatt: I'm going to go tell Mr. Katt.

Ash catches Wyatt by the collar of his shirt.

Ash: Wait there just a second, boy.

Wyatt: What are you going to do, beat me up, I have to tell you, I've barely healed up from the last time. Just not the face okay Ash?

Ash: Wyatt, shut your mouth.

Ash turns Wyatt towards the nurses.

Ash: How would you like to take these women to Las Vegas for a night you would never forget.

Wyatt: I can't do it, it's wrong, he's my boss.

Nurse 1 walks up to Wyatt and grabs him by the tie.

Nurse 1: Oh come on munchkin, take me to Vegas.

Nurse 1 pulls him in close and kisses the tip of his nose. Wyatt sweats heavily and passes out. Ash looks at the unconscious Wyatt and then the big cake.

Ash: Fuckin' too perfect.

The ladies get out of the cake and Ash hauls Wyatt into the cake and leads everyone out to the garage.

Staff: Hey, nice cake Ash.

Ash: Yeah, but where would I get rid of this.

Staff: You know what, leave it there, the truck is making it's rounds to take to the local dumpster. I'll radio for this pick up.

Ash: Dumpster huh?

Staff: Yeah, those are some pretty ladies you got there. I'd like to be a wrestler and get those kinds of EMTs.

Ash: I tell you what Mister, you can kiss your pick of any of the nurses if you radio that truck just a little bit quicker than you would normally.

The staff member lifts the walkie talkie to his mouth with his eyes huge.

Staff: Eddie, I'll give you fifty bucks if you get your ass here now.

Ash: Say, thanks Mister.

Staff: Sure thing.

The staff member has chosen and it is Nurse 2, he closes his eyes and puckers up. A superkick comes from nowhere, but it isn't Ash's leg....it's Poe's.

Poe: Sorry....they're ours.

Ash shakes his head.

Ash: Babe, a deal was a deal.

Poe: I didn't make the deal.

Ash shrugs.

Ash: This is true. Ladies, Vegas?

Nurses: Yay!

The nurses squeal and bounce up and down. Poe rolls her eyes.

Poe: Should've gotten red heads.

The group head towards an awaiting limo, an obvious rental with those weird serial numbers on the back.

Scene 2

Ash and group walk into the airport, one blonde walks into the sliding door and bounces off, obviously drunk as she's holding a bottle of champagne in her hand. Ash walks up the line and pushes people out of the way and makes his way through the line until he's first.

Lady: Next.

Ash acts surprised.

Ash: Oh, that's me.

Ash makes his way over to the airport attendant.

Ash: Yes, six first class tickets to Las Vegas please?

Lady: Okay, we really can't allow drunk passengers to buy tickets unless you would like your own private jet, but that's way more expensive than first class.

Ash: You know what, whatever it is, let's go ahead and get that.

Ash says with a confident smile.

Lady: Would you like to put this on your credit card?

One of the blonde nurses starts to giggle and Poe covers that blondes' mouth.

Ash: I absolutely would.

Ash hands over the card.

Lady: Thank you Mr. Katt.

Ash: No problem.

Lady: We'll run your card and as soon as it- Well, that's weird.

Nurse 1: Uh oh.


Lady: It appears....oops, nevermind, went through, must've been a glitch with the system. Why did someone in your party say uh oh?

Ash: She forgot her tampons, you know how that is?

Lady: ...This is a weird conversation.

Ash: About how much longer is the wait.

Lady: There will be a service cart to pick you and your party up and lead you to the gate.

Ash: Fuckin' eh.

Lady: Oh how I'd like to come.

Ash: What?

Lady: With you guys...I'm sorry, thinking out loud.

Ash: Yeah well. See you on the other side.

Ash winks as the cart arrives. The nurses load in as do Ash and Poe and they take off.

Scene 3

A scene of Ash cracking bottles open and drinking and having a great time in the private jet while the nurses are making out. Ash and Poe share a toast.

Ash: Mrs Katt.


Poe: Mr. Katt.

They kiss.

Scene 4

Ash and Poe are in plush white bathrobes and slippers, the nurses are now in strategically placed leather strapped clothing. In a luxury hotel, plush surroundings, a jacuzzi in the middle of the room. There is a knock on the door and Poe goes to the door, when she opens it, there is a big security guard at the door.

Security: I'm looking for the room of one Madd Katt.

Poe: This is his room.

Security: Well, the band is here, they just want to know where to set up.

Ash runs up.

Ash: If it's possible for them to wait, the first dude is about to go.

Security: Where are they?

Ash clicks a remote and the doors open to reveal MGK and Ester Dean.

I hear voices in the air

.....
I hear it loud and clear....

They’re telling me to listen
Whispers in my ear
Nothing can compare
I just want to listen
Telling me
I’m invincible
Telling me
I’m invincible
I am


Waking up sweatin’ from the stress of being Soulsfated out

When the "Soulsfated out" line is heard everyone in the room screams. When the camera comes back to Ash and Poe, they are seated with the members of Five Escape the Fate. When the lead singer Craig Mabbitt speaks.

Craig: And this dude doesn't even know you have his card?

Ash: What can I say, he's my boss.

Craig: That's fuckin' rad man. You're crazy, you might be looking at jail time.

Ash: I'm the MPW's new prodigal sun, I'll make this company more money than I can ever spend. We'll call this, a down payment.

Craig: Do that impression again?

Ash: Of Chris Cable?

Craig: Yeah.

Ash pretends to have long hair and flips it girly. And mimics kicking a door down and mocks a slightly retarded man.

Ash: "I'm telling you Clash, that wasn't fair, I was fairly counted out. I mean I made it in on the count, but I had too much hair dye in head to really realize what was going on."

Poe: "I'm sorry Chris, you failed"

Ash: "Put me back in the match, it doesn't matter if I lose, just give me my way or I'll wet myself."

Poe: "We wouldn't want that."

Ash: "Okay, I'm leaving, I know what a hot commodity I am".

Poe: "Well we can put you in the World title hunt."

Ash: "No, duh, that's sound um too hard, I want back in the match."

Poe: "What if I promise you more hair dye, and the fact that no one will ever even remember you were in the match, let alone are going to lose it."

Ash: "Gee thanks Mister, you know touching a female janitor tonight was the closest I've ever been to a woman. And thank you for not restarting that match, even if I dumbfucked my way to a win, I'd only be embarrassed by Ash Soulsfate."

Craig is holding his stomach, it hurting from laughter.

Ash: Can you believe that shit, he loses in the tournament and he gets a shot at the World title.

Poe: Makes as much sense as Christian Carter losing two weeks ago and getting a World Heavyweight title shot.

Ash: Well, having control of MPW and having the World Champion shit his pants for awhile will make it all worth it.

Craig: Who is your opponent this week?

Ash: Chris Cable big hair, long in the beard, short on the vocabulary.

Craig: And this is what you want to do?

Ash: Hey, I was expecting to face Johnny Clash or Rage, but how Chris found that way around Rage, was just fuckin' a glitch in the Matrix. That won't happen to me, I have earned my place here, he's made his way by pure luck. Now I'm not looking down on women, Poe, when she was wrestling put a hurtin' on a lot of men. And that Roxi Johnson, she's cut from the same cloth as me, but this Chris Cable is a fuckin' cunt. He's part of this ridiculous group called Age of Arrogance, and it's led by men that can't even tie their shoes. Clash's underlings are doing better than him, and yet they let themselves be led by him. Johnny Clash and his heir-um of mid carders? Should be Who Who Who...gives a fuck.

Ash takes another drink of champagne.

Craig: Well, who ever is paying for us to play here tonight, thanks for the entertainment-

Craig points to the nurses and others that have made it into this party.

Craig: And a chance to party. I've more of a UFC guy, but this MPW thing sounds great. The conspiracies of Nytrus, the ego of yourself, and the competition sounds amazing. This Army of One thing may be the coolest thing I've heard about for the longest time. Ain't that right Stan Lee?

The camera swivels over to Stan Lee seated with a nurse in his lap.

Stan Lee: That's true True Believers. I can think of a super hero I'd like to turn into right now with this nurse on my lap.

Ash: Keep it classy Stan Lee.

Poe: Why do you guys call him by his full name?

Ash: Because he's fuckin' Stan Lee.

Stan Lee: I get that all the time.

Stan Lee waves them off and takes more interest in the nurse.

Craig: Okay Ash, it's time for Escape the Fate to do our thing.

The sound of the first chord is heard and Craig Mabbitt goes up to this makeshift stage and begins to sing.

Poe: You know, in just a few months you've proven to do all of this. Just imagine what you'll do in the future.

Ash: Imagine where I'll be by this time next year.

Poe: I'm so proud of you.

Ash: As I am of you.

Poe: For what?

Ash: Having my back, I know it's hard to see the women, the money, the time I take to research my opponent, I know it takes it's toll on you.

Poe: You and I....are forever, and I never want you to look back on life and say what if. Your dream led us to the MPW, and I know a lot of eyes are on you for this match and for the future of this company. When we leave life, I want you to have lived all of this out.

Craig: GET THE FUCK UP!

Ash pushes Poe playfully. Poe pushes up.

Ash: You enjoying your night Stan Lee?

Stan Lee: Fuckin' eh.

Ash: Fuckin' eh indeed good sir.

Ash holds up his glass in a toast to Stan Lee. Stan Lee returns the toast and nod before they take a drink and enjoy the night.

Oh X-Core,... My X-Core

The camera comes in on the next morning, Ash is in jeans, shirtless and barefoot, standing on the balcony looking out at the morning sky.

Ash: Chris Cable, glad you could make it. You know you've just made it that much easier to win this whole rivalry thing. Again, not because you're a woman, but because Drake Hunter is much more in the competition pool than you are. You are an over rated woman who gets matches because she shows off his lack of talent. You're not a wrestler, you're a barbie. You're more interested in taking pictures than you are wrestling. You, much like all these horrible housewives shows, are using this show to glorify yourself, this limited time long hair that you have. Well, let me tell you something girly, the fact that you look like a girl won't allow me to back down. I am not Rage, a man who will take it easy on you. You want to be in a man's world, that's all good, because you and I are striving for the same thing, this legacy we want to leave behind. Because this legacy is power, it gives this whole company meaning. I went through a hell with Terrin Reign, and you could barely keep up with a guy named Payne, and I came out victorious with a definite win. And last week, you needed Ken, excuse me, Drake Hunter to come in and make the save, which essentially was make a distraction. You've been cutting corners ever since showing up here. You are using Age of Arrogance to add your face to yet another shirt, to be involved in whatever Drake Hunter gets into. Now he uses you and anyone else to keep his name out there while he does nothing for himself. Clash and his three stooges, that's pretty much what you four are. You are in a useless tag team that has lost it's credibility. You are a bunch of mid card hacks that have decided to take on the world together, but these matches are one on one and you all have chinks in the armor and it becomes more and more apparent every week. Random fact, you look like the following characters.

Ash: You know why I'm here, it's been like this for more than a few months, the determination of winning this race to becoming something greater, it's taken Johnny Clash a very long time, and you know what he had to do, to remind people he was the champion, he had to use you twats to attack me and come out with his meaningless paper championship title. When I walked in, to replace a man that didn't see the opportunity in this, it started with Frost, it was fate, a man was dropped so that I can succeed in this company. And truth be told, that's all I have been doing. Week in and out, everyone has told me that this was my week to lose, that I'm over confident and that they are going to teach me a lesson. Your boy Drake Hunter talked at length about how much he was going to hurt me, and I reminded him that this is a wrestling match and I'd use it's rules against him, hence our match with Aidan, and our match with Trey Baxter, and just like that, that one little slip of his and my foot was in his face. Now you've proven to have made mistakes yourself, and more than others. You and I in this company have made it to this point and Cable, deep down, as far as the World title, you know I've earnt this opportunity far more than you ever will. As a part of what seems to be Johnny Clash's clan, things are given to you, because they want to use you, as a body, a target, and not because you've earned it, and now you are going against a man that will not fall for your tricks or theirs. This match will not make me sympathetic, it'll make me a hated man. But you chose to come into my ring, you chose to not be a stand up guy, you want to face light competition and you're facing one man that doesn't give a fuck what you want. You could a be woman with one leg, crying and have your hands handcuffed, if you are in the way of what I want, I don't see a woman, I see an enemy. I see a person in my way, and you've seen that every one of these motherfuckers that are in my way have gotten the lights hit out on them. You will be no different Cable, I don't take the easy way out by becoming the champ's bitch. You will be stepped on, and your place under my boot will be just as comfortable as ever because you're going to know that that place, is where you belong. Look at the countless things that I have done here in this company, and place it next to the list you have, and you'll find a very short list, I'm willing to bet that you'll only be able to read off your name.[/i]

Poe passes by holding up a sheet against her slender body and heads to the kitchen, as we can see behind Ash Soulsfate in the window.

Ash: I am coming for what's mine and what that is, is my dignity, I am coming and I won't stop until I get what I want. You want to leave me in a pool of blood and make my face look like some kind of Faces of Death scene and think that I'm just going to let it slide. Did you ever think that this will come back to bite you in the face. See, you're not thinking, you're not thinking of who you are messing with. All you thought of, was how great will it look with me on that mat and you three standing over me. Well, this week is a new week, and this week the other shoe falls. Chris, every time we've faced, you've failed to win. In fact, let's be real Cable, both tag matches YOU were the one being pinned, once by Aidan Caine and the next time by me, of course that pin came right after I broke your face with the Adios Motherfucker. Now do you see why I look down on you, why I don't see you as real competition, why I can't even really see you as a real man. You're a Thursday Night Takedown, not a pay per view, I'm going to run you down and make you look as laughable as your matching wrestling trunks. You kiddo, are facing a god amongst men, and you are not only out of your element, you're going to be in a whole new danger because now, all the attention is on you, you won't be sharing the beating with your boy Drake. Because what is added is the opportunity to be on top, now don't get all giddy weirdo, I'm talkin' about being on top of this company. I'm Ash Soulsfate, and that may not stir your fear straw yet, but wait until you're in that ring with me and you look into my eyes and you don't see any ounce of humanity, all you will see is one focused motherfucker and you're that last straw Cable and I will break that straw and take my place in the annals of MPW history and I would have accomplished that feat in mere months of signing my MPW contract. That's a bonus that I will not allow you to cost me, as egotistical as I am, I do my homework and I scrape up things and I get under a motherfucker's skin. Did you see Nytrus or Chicken, wasn't he just out to kill me, poor little guy tried so hard and it cost him. Because you're not facing him, you're facing the real threat, you're facing the enlightenment, you're facing the very shine of any pay per view, you're facing first class. You can't do any better than me, on the mic, or in that ring.

Ash holds his thumbs up and points them to himself with a confident smirk.

Ash: Won't it be that much funnier when you have proven to beat the Television Champion and you won't be able to beat the X-Core Champion. You see Cable, you've seen what I can do with my title, you've seen that I've made my title go from nonexistent and took it straight to the main event. I have star power quality matches and movie star good looks, not to mention I can make you look like the dufus you truly are. Now this whole time you got Drake gloating with the Sin City Championship, as if it were his, because you boys know that is the closest you two are going to get to them. I can see you guys playing "wrestler" in the mirror, posing with the damn thing, enjoying what could've been if you two weren't the lazy pieces of shit that you are. Last week, you faced a Rage that was more interested in getting his belt back than his matches. That's why you beat him, and yeah you could put that little notch on your belt but know this, I won't go out like that. You know that I don't fall for lame shit like that, and yeah, in packs you beat the crap out of me. But you did that in packs because in a match, all three of you can't touch me. Drake Hunter had one good month, and things were picking up for him, and like the anchor you are, he was going to drag you along but the weight of carrying two lackluster personalities, well that can be too much for anybody. You are known as the Age of Arrogance, and yet what is there to be arrogant about, between the both of you, you've never carried a belt. Andre Dixon is the dickhead and you're two are the balls, and together you three have to make up for the small size of Clash's dick. You're his mid life crisis Corvette.


Ash winks at the camera.

Ash: Isn't that fun. A nameless storm trooper who will gain absolutely nothing from his contact with Clash. He can make you every promise in the world, but if you ever think it'll come at the cost of him, you have another thing coming. Clash in his mind comes first, and you three will feed on his scraps. You tell us that we have to accept the Age of Arrogance, you two cunts are booked every week, believe me, you're accepted. I mean who else will play this company's punching bags? You talk about how you used to do things for the company, and that you're not being recognized. Two weeks ago, and during the tag match with Aidan, I ran down how many title shots both you and Drake have received and I've proven without a shadow of a doubt that you've had plenty of chances at titles. They were failed opportunities that are on your record, and in the back of your mind. Those thoughts in your head every single match that you're in. That's why you show up to that ring already beaten. Because as much as you talk about being great and being over looked, you know damn well when the lights are on bright and you're standing there in the spotlight, you fall short, every single time.

Ash: You talk about Drake and you crushing the competition in the tag team division. Is that right? Let's see, right now there are two easy targets holding the titles, two men that will drop the titles upon their first defense of it, so if that's what you're referring to, then that's no big feat. You see, this rivalry you're trying to ignite, I've beaten you in the main event, I pinned you in a tag match. And yet you keep coming back, like you're related to Killswitch or something. You see, I make believers, you think that my undefeated streak is some kind of fluke, that you will be the one to end it, but come on Cable. Both of us know that you don't have it in you to end it, to upset me. All you ever did was share the beating with Drake so that the light wasn't solely on you. But after leaving me in my blood, you've made this a little personal. You see, I don't deal well with people who make things personal, because once I get personal, they cry, they complain to management, or they leave the company. I am a man of brutality, and after relentlessly defending my title against anyone willing to take me on, I have to be. I will be the World Champion over you one day Cable, and you'll still be in the shallow end of the pool, struggling to keep your head above water.

Ash runs his hand through hair.

Ash: You're a party boy first and a wrestler second, what the fuck is that, you think you're going to gain my respect with that horseshit. Wrestling is my life, it is what keeps me coming back every week. The competition, the fact that I can be myself without watching someone cry, I can break arms and legs and it's all legal in that ring. I live and breathe it and to see some chimp walk into this business and use it for other means than to be a legend, it pisses me off. It's been said time and time again, if you're not here to be the World Champion stay the fuck home. And you are twiddling your thumbs just waiting from week to week and each of them doesn't matter, you're just happy to be on camera because it fuels your wrestling career along with Drake Hunter like you two even fuckin' matter. You come into this match against a locomotive and you could care less whether you win or lose. You have no idea just how over your head you are. You are drowning and you're too dumb to realize it, in your dingbat brain, I'm just another man with an ego for a weakness. And I'm here telling you to your face, I'm going to kick your ass.

Ash walks back into the room, looks to be pretty thrashed as it was evident that there was a monster party here. Ash walks by those passed out people on the floor. Ash grabs a coat and walks through the room and opens the door and leaves. Walking through the halls of the beautiful Bellagio.

Ash:" But Ash I've beaten people like Chicken, Christian Carter and Jake Cage", and I'd like to say, who?

Ash shrugs.

Ash: You tell the world that you and Drake are threatening the very structure that wrestling was built on...through your losses, now I know you're blond, but come on man, you're also a guy, I think, so try not to use woman logic when you're addressing the world. You're not threatening anything, you got lucky against Rage, and what are you even claiming, last week you were saying he was a mere shell of himself anyway. So in your own words, you didn't beat the real Rage. And looking at last week's slow and unwilling Rage, I get that. I get that some weeks his matches matter and others, he can give a shit and hopefully, his match last week will open his eyes. Because allowing scum like you to ever pin him, well that's a slap in the face nobody wants, I know for certain, I will not be suffering that slap. This week is just another week where you're going to have to swallow your pride and make excuses for why you lost next week, and try to bury it by saying you're still a threat, somehow. This is the shit you both have to say to yourselves to be able to sleep at night because no one wants to face the facts that they have chosen the wrong profession for themselves, and think all this, just one big waste of time.

Ash's eyes open wide thinking about something funny he saw.

Ash: I ain't afraid of your elbow, and I'm even less afraid any man that refers to himself as "pretty", but it does give a little weight to you two boys being a little light in the loafers.

Ash laughs.

Ash: Ah, though I live in Los Angeles, this has become like home to me, those sounds, the traffic, and every week more and more people come up to me wanting things, autographs, for me to make out with their girlfriends, to party with me, just to say that they did. I can understand that, you see, Cable, I'm being groomed to be the face of this company, the new World Heavyweight Champion. And when I win it, it won't go into oblivion like Johnny's current reign, no. You're going to know I am the World Champion, one, because I'll never shut up about it, and two, because the world already thinks I should be holding that title. That it fits me, I'm the most hyped mid card wrestler in the world, and that's because once I hold that title, the mid card will never exist to me again. See, that's the kind of future I have, and sadly you can't say the same about you. But Cable, at least this time, it won't be in the main event, it'll just be a forgetten match, as they wait for one lackluster main event this week. You think you're a lethal weapon, and I've proven you a monkey twice, some Pitbull you turned out to be, what happen, Drake Hunter neuter while he was blowing you, was road head and you two hit a pot hole, sucks to be you man.
The sound of slots hitting and rolling are heard as Ash Soulsfate walks through the casino to the outside. Once outside, Ash reaches the fountain show and as Ash is now speaking, the fountain show happens behind him.

Ash: You talked about how you don't fear change, you embrace it, that's funny, with how lax your record is, you seem to be pretty comfortable with the statue qua. You say these things in your promo, and yet your matches show otherwise. You speak of revolutions, and we, on the outside, are not seeing such a thing. We're looking at Beavis and Butthead with an superiority complex, Bill and Ted, only dumber, and for some reason we are to be impressed weekly with your half assed attempts at trying to be great. And in doing so, you say the following, that in attacking us, you are trying to make us all see the light and the injustice in pro wrestling. Really, is this where we are going, straight copying other company's gimmick right off television and bringing it into the MPW as if your own. Is that the revolution you speak of, someone else's thoughts, someone else's rants, and feelings, and this is what you spew out to me. God damn man, what did you think, no one would ever catch on.

Ash smirks.

Ash: Let's think for a second, you say that it should be Age of Arrogance in line for the World title and not myself, well jackasses, I'm not going to argue that, not because I agree, but because I could care less. My record speaks for itself, my own title defenses and the fact that I am still holding my title says more than you ever can about the subject. I'm a patient man, and my time for that World title will come. Do you think I mind that Christian Carter is going for the title over me, no. Here's why, Johnny Clash is going to set himself up against fodder, hacks, people that will never take his title, nor do they have the ability to. It keeps him safe, and gives off the illusion that he's a defending champion. And I say good for him, when the buy rates go into the toilet and he has to answer to the board, it'll be worth watching him squirm and shit his pants. Sooner or later, I will be the World Champion and when I am, I will be placed against much tougher competition than Christian Carter. And I welcome it, because that is what champions do. You see, you and I are fairly similar in our claims of simple perfection, only my record supports my claims, and I do have a chip on my shoulder, what of it. That chip on my shoulder never allows me to respect two blonde bitches like you two, you're not in this for sport or to make anything of yourselves, you do it because it's the only way you two losers can get pussy. Now I'd have more respect for you if you just came out and said that. But it's the mere fact that you pretend to have the balls to talk down to me when you know that I'm going to embarrass you this week.

A Cheshire Cat smile passes over Ash Soulsfate's lips. Ash shrugs.

"AND THAT IS THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO CHRIS CABLE"

Ash mimics a remote in his hand and presses the invisible mute button.

Ash: I am Ash Soulsfate, and I am your ruler.

Ash holds his hands out.

Ash: Come on Cable, you know it's true.

Ash smiles a devilish smile.

Ash: This week, you pay for the sins of your father, Clash. I will break you in two and not even bat an eye. I have seen what you left me in last week, and that's the best you will ever get of me, Cable. This week the Executioner comes for his head to claim. When you're lying there, begging for Drake to help you like he did last week, know this, there's always someone willing to help me out, and it may not even be Trey. You see, you and the bitchfest colony have made more enemies than you have made friends, and well, I suppose I should let you find out for yourself. I will be winning yet again this week, and I will coming to claim what is mine. And while you're lying there, I want you to know that you had this coming, and that I am coming for and your little playmates. Save Clash's bonus checks or whatever he's giving you, because there is no amount of insurance that will cover what I'm about to do to you. ...And you can take that to the bank.

Ash walks off camera to show you the fountain show, as it slowly fades to....

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