Post by ethancage on Jan 10, 2013 6:09:26 GMT -5
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Night of Last Weeks Thursday Night Takedown
The camera comes in on Ash Soulsfate who steps to the back, still sweating from the match, and of course Poe could care less. She rushes and jumps on Ash Soulsfate, who still has the X-Core title in his hand, his other arm around the small of her back, holding her next to him. She kisses him with what seems all the love in the world, her legs wrapped around his waist. Tons of randoms around them, but for this moment, it would seem that these two are the only two human beings in the world. That is, of course when, in walks Javier Ortiz with a microphone. Javier is an interviewer for PWTorch (Pro Wrestling Torch).Ash notices this dude with microphone who is not Jay Wyatt, he puts down Poe and hands her the X-Core title and gets in his face.
Javier: Buenos Dias Senior.
Ash: No.
Javier: Que?
Ash: This ain't going to work. You see, my first or second week, it wasn't you who came busting in my door begging for an interview, it was Jay.
Javier: But I need interview for Pwtorch.com senior.
Ash: Oh come on man, I ain't racist one bit but I'm not giving you an interview. Get me Wyatt.
Kalvin Jackson steps into frame.
Kalvin: Who is you foo?
Ash: I'm Ash Soulsfate. The personification of excellence, the ring general and most importantly, I'm the guy that's going to send you into retirement. Wait, what is it that you do exactly, Mister-
Kalvin: I'm the Wrestling Circuit interviewer, I'm the gigalo, and I'm eyeing your lady.
Ash smiles.
Ash: Oh you like her huh?
Kalvin rubs his hands together.
Kalvin: Hell yeah, what I would do to that ass, girl.
Poe: Oh yeah?
Kalvin: Yeah girl.
Poe: Tell me.
Kalvin: Well, first I'd bend you over that couch, and I'd-
Ash: Hey Kalvin!
Kalvin puts his fists up thinking he's going to get hit, but Poe superkicks Kalvin on the side of the chin, his eyes roll to the back of his head. Ash spits on Kalvin's face and then gets in Javier's face.
Ash: Me Haz Jay y Jay puede entrevistar.
Javier: Si, I get you Jay.
Javier scrambles to leave and Ash steps on the cable to his mic and Javier falls down.
Ash: Not so fast new guy. Name?
Poe: Javier Ortiz.
Ash: Okay, Javy, let's all go find Wyatt.
Javier: I know where he is. He is taking shit senior.
Ash laughs.
Ash: Is he? Well, he can't miss out on the news that I just retained the X-Core, now can he?
Javier: But he knows.
As they are walking.
Ash: Shut up Javier.
Javier with a defeated sounded in his voice.
Javier: Si.
The scene cuts to a pair of loafers under a bathroom stall.
Jay(From inside the stall grunting): What were in those nachos? I feel like my ass hole is being ripped open from the inside out. God, if you make this easier for me, I swear to only masturbate only six times a day...and I won't use my granny's underwear for clean up.
Suddenly the door to the bathroom is kicked open and in walks Ash Soulsfate. And he is taken aback by the smell.
Ash: Jesus, Wyatt, did you actually eat a piece of shit?
Jay: Please ....(grunts)...leaaave!
Ash: Now, now, you were the first to interview me, and Javy told me you were too busy to interview me today.
Jay: But I AM busy.
Ash Soulsfate kicks open the stall door.
Jay shocked, looks up from the toilet and tries to cover his winkie.
Jay: Okay God, no deal...make it seventeen times!
Ash: What?
Jay: Why do you insist on terrorizing me?
Ash: Remember when you were trying to hold Poe's hand?
Jay: You're still holding a grudge?
Ash: Well, I was pretty much over it that day, but now it's because it's just fun. Can I get a hug for my win?
Jay: I'm shitting.
Ash: Yeah, and I was kidding you fuckin' tard. Now let's get to that interview. What do you want to ask me?
Jay: Do I have to?
Ash: Well, I'm standing here in all my glory, while you're sitting on a bowl shitting out a lung, what do you think?
Jay: How does it feel to win the X-Core title?
Ash: I tell you Jay, this is a dream come true...erhm, retaining the X-Core title, not standing here while you shit. You see, as I've said before, I respect this business and the MPW has become so engrained in wrestling that I therefore respect MPW, so this X-Core title means one thing to me.
Jay: That you love MPW?
Ash: That I am as great as I said I was on the first day I walked into this company. I posed the question the very first promo I did for MPW, imagine, me, a man replacing someone and winning the whole thing as his very first experience in the MPW. And here we are today, with me holding the title and a division full of losers with their heads hung low. Because of me, because of what I can do in that ring. I ain't going to lie, because if people have HULU, they know I went through different stages of hell to get this title. A self proclaimed legend, a punk kid that was once a high prospect, a demented mountain man, and a man that used to mean something in this company. And I know for an ego like mine, it's all in a days work, but I won't diminish what I have accomplished today. Nothing can tarnish this moment, not even you shitting.
Kalvin: Oh you think we done motherfucker!
Ash: You again.
Kalvin: I may not wrestle but I know how to be a man, knuckle up bitch!
Kalvin comes in quick and without missing a beat, Ash drops and locks his legs in a drop toe hold. Jay stands scared, but conveniently, Kalvin hits his face on the lid of the toilet and his head hangs over and in the bowl, once again unconscious.
Jay: Problem.
Ash: What?
Jay: Ash, ...I'm not done pooping.
Ash: Sounds like a personal problem.
Jay: Help me move him.
Ash: I ain't touching him, his face is in a toilet bowl.
Jay: PLEASE!
Ash: Can't help ya bud.
Jay panicks and figures screw it, and hovers over Kalvin and proceeds to shit on Kalvin's head, it slops onto his head and to the toilet below him.
Jay: I'm so ashamed.
Ash: Give it a second.
Jay: Why?
Ash pushes Jay over, Jay falling on Kalvin's head, feeling his own shit on Kalvin's head on his own skin.
Jay: I could've done without that.
Ash: Thanks for the interview Wyatt. Glad you were here to help me celebrate my moment.
Ash mock salutes Jay and walks out.
Jay: KHAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNN!
Outside the bathroom with Poe.
Poe: Well he sounded pissed.
Ash holds up a roll of toilet paper.
Ash: Wait 'til he find out there's no toilet paper.
Ash and Poe head to the exit, holding the briefcase and head towards a locker room, her head on his shoulder, as the camera fades out.
Scene 2: Who Are You?
The camera comes in on a plain little cafe, but there is something going on today, as there are several cameras set up with lights galore, all facing this one table. Several chairs set up behind the camera, several faces in their newspaper either reading or playing the crossword puzzles. A production assistant walks in with Starbucks and hands them of course to very selective people, she is young and tight bodied, perky and tiny. And that is when Jessica Simpson walks into the scene, yes, that Jessica Simpson, a bit chubby from the last time you remember her, unless you've been watching her Jenny Craig commercials, then you know exactly what I mean. She enters the room with a flush full of people tending to her hair, her make up and holding her Starbucks. When she enters, there are some snickers and giggles, but everyone is careful not to let her see. The director starts to lick his chops as the look on his face says he's been waiting for this former starlet for quite some time. The director moves up to the edge of his director's chair, staring at the monitors and sizing everything up, excited to finally be on the road with this. The Starbucks cup in his hand shaking as we've come to figure out, this was not his first cup today. Jessica makes her way to her seat, a Jenny Craig meal is set in front of a chair and set on a table. Jessica comes closer to the meal and rolls her eyes as it's not what she truly wants. She sits down at the table, and when she does, her shirt is a little tight on her and certain things jiggle, some good, some bad. She sighs and awaits direction.
Director: Do you remember your lines?
Jessica: I was just going to wing it.
Director: But Jessica, we had the words sent to you weeks ago.
Jessica: I don't like the part where I admit I'm fat.
Director: It's a Jenny Craig commercial, and we're paying you to admit that, and that you'll be changing your figure with Jenny Craig.
Jessica: Can't we bring in a fatter girl and I can point her out, say "this is my friend Michelle, and she's fat, but with Jenny-"
Director: Is your friend Michelle a former superstar?
Jessica: Well, no.
Director: Then it's really not going to work is it?
Jessica: Can we only show my face and not my curves?
Director: Again, how does that connect to the consumer of the product?
Voice: Well, she does have a plump face.
Director: Whoever said that is so fuckin' fired!
The camera swivels to Ash Soulsfate, he has an opened button up black shirt, jeans and black Doc Martins, and a shiny silver thick watch.
Ash: Well, you can't fire me.
Jessica: Wowzers, who are you?
Ash: I'm Ash Soulsfate baby, how are you doin'?
Jessica: Yummy. Much better now.
Ash: Well, I actually came here because I thought you were someone else. Poe?
Poe walks in with an "I dare you" face. She steps in wearing an Iron Man baby tee shirt and tight white shorts and pink Keds. She is also wearing something very significant, it is the a former Queen Diva championship. Poe hands it to Ash who then places it on Jessica's shoulder, and when Ash's hand is near her, she touches his hand.
Ash: What is wrong with you?
Jessica: You just remind me of someone. Like my ex husband Nick.
Ash: Well, I'm totally not. I'll tell you who I am though. Poe?
Poe steps outside and walks back in with the X-Core title.
Ash: I am the MPW X-Core championship holder, and I have a World title shot whenever I want, and in that ring I can play God weekly.
Jessica: I don't know what you're talking about.
Ash: As I expected, which is totally fine. I just wanted to see something.
After a long moment of Ash staring at Jessica, who is taking this as a good thing, batting her eyes at Ash.
Ash: It's spot on isn't it Poe?
Poe: Damn close Soulsfatey baby.
Jessica: What are y'all talkin' about?
Ash: I was just looking into Roxxane Pain's future. You see she's living it up right now, as the wife of TJ Pain, thinking she's got it made, that he's actually going to become something, but when she loses it-
Poe: And she will.
Ash: She's going to be doing shit like ....well this.
Jessica: Excuse me?
Ash: Don't act offended Sugar, I didn't put that fork to your mouth.
Jessica: And I thought you were cute.
Ash: Don't kid yourself honey, you had a chick boner for The Infinite One. It's all right, women love winners...
Ash gets a hair away from her face with his own.
Ash: And baby, I'm a winner.
Jessica: Why are you here?
Ash: That's a great question, I'm glad you had the sense enough to ask it. What I'm here for, is to warn Roxxane Pain, of what she can turn out to be like, being married to one of the biggest complainers of our company. She's the wife, he's the bitch.
Jessica: What?
Ash: A fat, out of shape, has been. You see world, Jessica Simpson once rode on top of the world, her name synonomous with Mariah Carey, and Britney Spears.
Poe: But baby, aren't both of them on shows where they judge other people's singing?
Ash: Yeah, that's like Chicken judging people's wrestling skills.
Poe: It can't be that bad.
Ash: What do you think Jessica?
Jessica: I don't know if Chicken of the Sea is chicken or fish.
Ash: Well, that just threw me back like a fuckin' decade.
Ash looks at the camera.
Director: Who are you and why are you berating our star?
Ash: I'm Ash Soulsfate, YOUR MPW X-Core Championship holder.
Director: What's that now?
Ash: Now I know you don't know who I am because you're so god damned worried about who is next on Dancing with the Stars, but let me tell you this, I'm going to make this World Title shot, my bitch. Starting this week, I'm going to start changing the game.
Director: Well, can you leave here and start on that right now?
Ash: What is your name?
Director: Stephan.
Ash: Okay Steve. I can't until Thursday Night Takedown, now I know that's hard for you to understand because-
Out of nowhere Ash hits the director's cup up and the coffee hits him in the face.
Ash: I say we roll 'em. Poe?
Poe locks the front door.
Ash: What do you all say?
Silence.
Ash: Oh good, no one opposes. And action!
The camera guy is actually starting to film.
Ash: Hello, I am Ash Soulsfate for Jessica Simpson, here to tell you Roxanne Pain, I know you're riding your win high right now, but sooner or later that other shoe is going to fall. And the way I'm going to return your fat ass husband, you're not going to be returned a winner, you're going to make excuses for him, like you always do. Saw you last week try to intimidate Honey Winters and what for. You and TJ think you're some kind of bullies, but you're not. TJ, you came out and try to parade some girl you think is better than someone who cares more about IHOP than titles, and you think it means something. I know you think my promos are tired, or rehashed but how many times are we going to see you sit on your dead, nonmotivated ass and talk to the camera. You see a day in my life every week, and with you, it's just more of the same shit every week. And you have the fuckin' balls to say shit about other people? Fuck you.
Ash snaps his fingers.
Ash: Cut. I think we got it.
Poe looks outside.
Poe: Cops are here.
Ash: Now, now, who was the naughty one?
Poe points to the director still holding the cell phone in his hand.
Ash: There a way out of here?
Cameraman: Out back!
Director: What are you doin' Kevin?
Ash: Poe, title.
Poe lobs the X-Core title to Ash, who hits the director with full force with it, sending him into his director's chair and back to the floor.
Ash: Thanks Kevin.
Cameraman: No way, thank you!
Ash and Poe make their way out through the back as the sound of sirens come closer.
Long Live the Queen?......Fuck That and Fuck You for Thinking It
Ash Soulsfate is walking through a busy street, an idea stolen from the Verve-Bittersweet Symphony video. Ash is in a Vandals shirt and black jeans and a jean jacket. A rock n roll man within a very controlled, can be, but never is, sophisticated young man.
Ash: TJ, I get it, you got this little hardcore and the world owes me everything attitude. And I get that, I mean come on, I come from a place of being happy. I was a spoiled brat when I was a kid, got whatever I wanted. Just like now, ain't that right TJ. I mean you and your indy circuit Daddy had to live on scraps and government cheese and now you have to live your life hating on people who do more with opportunities than you ever will. You look down on me as if I haven't earnt anything that's been given to me. Last week you were wondering why I'm getting a World Title shot and yet there you were last week, falling to your failure and I still have my X-Core title belt. See this isn't high school anymore and you're not able to use your jock attitude against someone like me, a man that can defend himself, and defend himself well. Times have changed, and both you and Kuk, you may have made history elsewhere making each other bloody and broken, but this is the MPW and I am Ash Soulsfate. You see, you are chump change, a simpleton, a nothing. And last week I took care of you like I said I would. You came out before our match and you talked your shit, in some last bullshit attempt to get people to see it your way. But you are talking out of your ass, and your complaining fell on ears that are tired of hearing you complain.
The people passing Ash, moving out of his way as he's talking to the camera. The busy city streets behind him.
Ash: Because now, you're about to get into the ring with greatness, again. You are about to see what this place is really about. As I am on my rise to the top, there are those like you, wishing to still prove themselves, thinking this place is as easy as any other, and my dear, I just can't have that.As for me. I don't live in a world of cute either, I live in a very different world, a world of hardships, a word of breaking your back to achieve anything you think you deserve. What's sad is the old Taufik, or I should say a motivated Taufik was better than you and you wouldn't be holding the title if he had his head in the game. But as luck would have it, you came just at the right time. And now you think you're something special, your head is bigger than it should be. Do you know how much your title has been passed around this company, and like it's curse, there will be a time when you see a woman take your title. Oh wait, that already happened, ain't that right Roxi?
Ash passes a construction site, four men lifting a steel beam, Ash climbs the other beams and walks across the beam that the men are holding and hops down and continues his stride.
Ash: Now, I'm not one to stick up for anyone. And I don't like to toot anyone else's horn, but this is for the sake of showing you just how fuckin' worthless you are. There is one one woman who walked in here and is worth her salt, and that's Roxi. She's your current Television champion and she makes a damn good one, until the day, I go for that title and embarass her, but until then, she's the real deal. You are fuckin' nothing, you are less than nothing. And I'm going to fuckin' break your back for ever thinking you belong here.
Ash pointing at the camera as if it's Tiffani.
Ash: I'm willing to go as far as to say that there was a slow count during Roxi's pin, but that's neither here nor there. As I sat in the back, watching that match on the monitors, I thought to myself, why isn't this match the first one on the card. You showed that you really didn't care about that match or your title. I mean you were just going through the motions, and in the following weeks, a battle royal where men gave a shit about an opportunity, not a title, an opportunity at a title. You should be ashamed of yourself, people have spent money, guys like me live life like every day might be our last, every match may be my last and I leave it all behind. That is the reason for my ego, that is the reason why I don't give a shit about what anyone thinks of me. I give one hundred percent, I do research, and my matches are unmatched. Because I can live no other way, this business is in my blood, and more importantly, I hold myself up in the highest reguard because as much as this company has now become apart of me, I am slowly becoming a part of it. Before I die, before I have to pass a torch some day far in the future, there will be a blood bath, there will be an endless amount of bodies in my wake. I will run the show, you mark my words because I'm saying them directly to you and everyone else that doubts me.
An overweight man, balding with a ponytail walks Ash's way, enthralled in his double scopped ice cream. The lard ass has made Ash stop in his tracks. Ash notices the man's Johnny Clash shirt, new from MPW.com, Johnny Clash holding the world title and the date of Uncivil War on the back. Ash swats the ice cream out of the man's hand, it hits the floor with a splat. The man now in tears goes to the ground to try and salvage what he can of the ice cream, eating whatever he considers not dirty. Ash continues his walk and looks at the camera.
Ash: I'm brash, I couldn't give a fuck about anyone but myself, but it's people like you that use this business, drain it for what it's worth and gives nothing back. You see last week, I faced three men that thought they had what it took to take my title home, to try for a title shot and then try to salvage whatever part of their egos are still intact. Right now,all of you are covering up your bruises with numerous amounts of make up, just to look presentable to yourselves or your wives. I break hearts, I shatter dreams, it is what the fuck I do. And now you are set in front of me thinking this is just another one you have in the bag. I tell you one thing you floppy little bitch, if you still had your title and your reign was worth a damn, I'd take it from you and do for it, what I've done for the X-Core division. Because you at no point should be representing our company, not with your work ethic, and not with your attitude.
Ash: You are 6'2 and 116 pounds of sugar and snow, and I am the devil's son.
Ash smiles.
Ash: Your ability to withstand pain means shit to me,do you understand that TJ. So many have come up to me and claimed that very thing. That I don't have it in me to put them down, to make sure that I have the balls to do what they think no one else can. Because why, that I can fly, that I have a bit of flash and flare and yet when I land on you, it's not flash and flare, it's nothing but pain, true pain. I've known about you for so long TJ, and it's going to be you that I add to my belt before I make my choice of whether I'll stick to my championship for just a little bit longer, or I just go ahead and take my world title now. It's my last match before one of the biggest matches of my life, if not, then definitely the biggest match of my MPW career. While I took this company by storm you've been lying around and waiting for your big shots and you fail, just as Nytrus does. Because you've never been as hungry as those who've surpassed you are. Look at me TJ Pain, admit it, as long as you've been here, you're not the name that I am. You don't have a champion's face, his look, and most importantly you don't have a champion's record. When the chips are on the table, I'm the guy they call to make sure they get every bit out of a match that they could. I'm on a level that you refuse to reach, and only think you can reach. In your head you are untouchable, and in your head you only allowed me to win last week, well on that cable while we were reaching for my X-Core title, there was this look in your eyes. You saw the man that was better than you in front of you, and you knew what those before you have come to find out, that there was just nothing you could do to stop me. Now, come this match, I'm going to catch you and then I'm going to tear, tear, break, snap and break again until you are as disgusting as the world below me.
Ash steps on a certain patch of sidewalk that is littered with trash, in his path.
Ash: Your favorite weapons listed prodominently over your favored moves, and that tells me that it's like I always knew about you and Kuk, that you are side shows. You are made for bloody wars where there's hardly any wrestling involved. You are out to make your foreheads look like Jigsaw from the Punisher. That's fine, because I choose to leave the X-Core division behind, you and Kuk can beat each other to death, all to serve that audience you clamor for. I could give a shit, because while all of you had a chance at my title, you failed, I went into your world a man that was thought to be too soft for the division, and here I stand to date, unbeaten with multiple defenses of my title. Other favorite matches are just part of the match I own, the reason a ladder is your favorite match is that there is an out clause. No holding down your opponent for three, no making your opponent submit, it's as simple as using opportunity and climbing a ladder and a bit of luck. And with you, a 1000 pound couch potato doesn't pack a punch, you won't be able to move my 238 pound body because you won't be able to catch me. So you will have to count on strike techniques, and when you do, I'm going to snap whatever limb you chose to hit me with, and I'm going to feed it to you.
Ash: How serious am I supposed to take you, you are the type of wrestler that defines himself on how many bones he's broken, while I define myself by the long list of haters I'm beginning to have. Because I am graced with opportunities, like tagging with the very first World title holder in this company, and going against the second Champion in this company's history to become it's third champion. That's me, and you, well come on TJ, you know where you stand in all this. I'm a man, and there's one thing I worry about, and that's my legacy, what I leave behind here in this company or any company that I decide to sign with. Wrestling companies come and go, and sometimes after all your hard work, the company folds, and when it does, so does it's Hall of Fame. But this company here, it's the MPW, and I believe it'll be around for a long time, as will my legacy. But it's going to be the fun getting there, it'll be my journey to the top, the skits, the matches, the shit talking that only I can do. That's what I'm going to leave behind TJ. This journey started with management taking a risk, they could've waited and put me in a bunch of throw away matches until After Shock, but they saw the hunger, they saw a man that can change the very foundation of the MPW. And it paid off, for everyone's sake, because as I hold the X-Core title, believe me, I'm going to make Thursday Night Takedowns fun, not fun for you, not fun for the crowd, but fun for me to watch. Fun for me to fuck with whoever I want, whenever I want. And if you saw After Shock you know what I went through to get it. Jesus Christ, you come out every week with a cracked out Britney Spears for God's sakes. That's not a wife, she is a fuckin' chick at a TGIFridays that I managed to get to blow me in the parking lot, she is not a wife and YOU ARE NOT A WRESTLER!
Ash holds his arms out almost in a Raven-esque pose.
Ash: I have to believe, I have to, believe that my first loss, won't come from a person that's not meant to become something more than he is, a man of wasted talent. You came from the House of Pain, trained by your father. Well, that's awesome, see that's something you and I share, being trained by the men that taught us how to be men. But you see, I know how fathers are, me being one. As a father, you want better for your son, and for him to still have a better career than you, and he was in the indys. What's that say about you? You're not mad at me for being as great as I am, you're mad at yourself for not being able to live up to your father's shallow pool legacy. He's a fuckin' wash rag has been, like you will be, and yet, at this point in your career, he's able to look down on you because you couldn't do any better. And then there's me who after less months than you, is going to win that world title, has held his X-Core title for three months. A man that has yet to be beaten, and a man that has one of the brightest futures in the MPW history.
A woman sees Ash and pulls her baby out of her stroller and walks the baby of to Ash for him to kiss. Ash face palms the baby, with a disgusted look on his face and continues in his stride.
Ash: My father traveled around the world, and was making a life for himself and still travels doing the Legends On the Road circuit from time to time. This was my life, and it never stopped for anything, a traveling teacher, and on a bus, watching my father and working shows in my high school years, putting the ring together, mopping the mat and carrying the ropes in and out of buildings. That was my training, I didn't have to wear my Daddy's hand me downs, I didn't have to live the life of being the son of an iron worker. And that might make you tough, and in your head more of a man, but my life has always been wrestling, the profession you've chosen. And me stepping into this company was the very day your future here stopped. In other places, they talk a lot about the glass ceiling, and in your case, it's just a mere fact. You are meant to stay midcard and ride in the middle of the road until you find yourself elsewhere where you may think you may have a shot at actually becoming more. It was said that your father worked during the "golden era", the only thing golden about your father was the showers he takes when he was traveling with the fellas.
Ash makes a confused face, a "how could that happen face".
Ash: You think your father paved the way for you, that this business will provide you something other than heartache. You see your wife was right to worry about you, you may think you're determined, but you have seen determination until you've seen what I do.
Ash: You think being poor has made you work hard to get what you want, well look at who wants it more between you and I. You know what's the truth, and that is, because you lived your life a poor bitch, you feel that's all you deserve in life, to work more and get less. Your father was a giant, a monster of a man, commanded respect, but I guess that can't rub off on your son, because that's not what he produced. He produced a circus attraction, a fat shit that can't wrestle through a wet tissue. Wow, to have your dad look at you now and what you've become. You're really giving that House of Pain bad business, because if you graduated from there and have this horrendous career, what's that mean for your dad's business. No one wants to recreate losery, and no one wants to walk in your shoes. And when your father sacrificed everything to make you the pro wrestler that he wasn't, only to watch you fail, every night. He has to look at you and just wonder what he did in his life to have to endure such a failure of a son. It really is quite sad. It's said you've come here for a shred of respect, well when you look here, you'll know you're looking in the wrong spot.
Ash mouths "what the fuck" to the camera.
Ash: Winning things like Last Man Standing matches against Jeff Mouland, I'm sure meant something to someone at one time, and it's built around what you are, a side attraction. And where is Jeff Mouland now anyway, crying into a pair of his nifty tights. Yeah, color me impressed. Or that time you tried talking down to Stephen Hale and from behind Titan took you out and made you look stupid as you were yelling about how bad ass you were and then taken out as simple as you were. That was kind of embarrassing for you. But then, overnight, at After Shock, you show up as Anthony McNair, a skinny, bleach blonde crew cut man with a smirk on your face. Now that lasted all of a few weeks and then you must've known the holidays were coming up and told Jenny Craig to fuck it. See that's what the warning to Roxanne was about. She keeps fuckin' fat, she's going to become fat, it's like in Revelations or something, it's scripture.
Ash: You were on Monday Night Main Event, and you were main eventing there, and wouldn't you know it, the show was cancelled, while Step Up!, the show I was on, turned into Thursday Night Takedown, and is not only our flagship show, it's now MPW's ONLY show. So that's how useful you were over there and how great of a main eventer you were. Like months ago, when you and Roxi Johnson had a tag match, you didn't have a problem with her, especially when she got the win for that tag match for you. Just like you didn't mind when you were tagging with the future of this company, and now all of the sudden, you can't stand how I have a World title shot. You didn't have a problem when I got that win for us while you and Kuk were lying on the ramp in your own blood. Funny how that worked out. In all reality you should be mad at her, she took your title, I only kept you from taking mine. Well, I mean she went through an announcer's table and technically beat you twice, as she pulled down the title down twice, so she kind of beat you for the title and then retained in the same night, sucks to be you, doesn't it.
Ash: And then the next week you really show the world what you're made of when after you lose the belt you have a double count out with Apostle Kreid. Now that's the way to snap back into things, show the world that you are middle of the road, hum drum, and can't even pull himself back up. Some say it's a true champion to see how a man can lose and how he can pull himself off that mat, and believe me, in other places I've had to do that, and I won't get lost in oblivion when it happens to me. And then after the double count out, same night Kuk knocks you out with a pair of brass knucks, I have to say, when you have bad days, you really have bad days.
On Ash's journey, a man stands against a building, with those thick blind sunglasses. He stands dirty and assumingly smelly. He has a cup on his fingerless gloved hand and jingling change in the cup. The man hearing Ash coming closer holds out the cup and wouldn't you know it, Ash swats the cup out of his hand and the change sprawls out all over the ground. The man goes warily to the ground searching for the coins as Ash nonchalantly continues on his path. As the man wanders into traffic, blindly, screeches of tires and a woman yelling "oh God" is heard.
Ash: And then, here what was great. TJ versus Trey Baxter, months ago that would've been a main event, wouldn't it have. I mean you were the main event of Monday Night Main Event, against our then World Champion Trey Baxter? That's got to be must see television, but oh wait, no, that week it was Terrin Reign versus Ash Soulsfate that was main event, my bad. Say, I won my match, did you win yours?
Ash shakes his head no.
Ash: And in the next week, when you tagged with me, I hit the Adios Motherfucker on Terrin Reign and well, we've discussed that, it was cool though, because as they were announcing my name along with yours as the winner, all I could think about, was how I was the only one from the match still standing. And then you go into the ladder match for the Sin City Championship, now it's common knowledge that Rage won that championship at Uncivil War, but here you are questioning how I got a title shot at Clash over you, when you failed at the Sin City Championship. I mean pretty much after Rage powerbombed you through a table off a ladder, that was pretty much the end of it, I mean more match happened, but as per your usual, you were inconsequentual.
Ash: In the weeks that you were missing, I was getting wins over former Tag champions, current Tag champions, former Sin City Champions and former Television Champions, all while you laid up at home and cried because we aren't putting you up on a pedastal and mad because I'm somehow on one. I don't take weeks off, sure, I was attacked and on the injured list but I don't have this on one week off the next because my ego can't take it anymore. You are only a few losses away from being done with it, and I know it, it's a sense I have, I can see that fire dying out in your eyes TJ, you're not the man that you thought you were and the truth is staring you in the face and it's just something you can't take anymore. You'll blame management, you'll blame me, you'll blame everyone but yourself, just like Nytrus does.
A confident smirk arises on the man's face, a sudden thought of his immediate victorious past, he takes in a deep breath through his nose and then smiles.
Ash: But you were gone because of an injury, in the spinal column, and all of the sudden, you come in guns blazing, as if you are a different man. Talking about how you couldn't walk, that you were just lying around the house while your wife had to sit there and watch me on Thursday Night Takedown wondering how she ended up with a slob like you and how bad her luck was that she didn't end up with someone like me. Feeling sorry for herself, as she watches my matches that mad her wet. You told the world how hard it was to be away from our sport, yet, as I've brought up, look at your lax schedule. You're lying through your teeth and think no one is going to notice. You living off disability is no surprise, you grew up poor, you'd take anything that was handed to you, especially free money. You show up and pull the "I wasn't hurt afterall bit like any of us care", I swear you're more threatening in your staged promos than you actually are in the ring. I'm going off personal experience. I mean you show up with a blood red X on your chest and call out Nytrus and Kuk, because you three are talking about who is more hardcore. I know once I give up this belt, it'll be you three passing it between you three, but not one of you will truly be it's champion. You think that's a coincedence, no, I wanted you to live out that life, of being thrown the title to a rabid pile of dogs, but always know this, I will always your master. And at any time, I can put any of you down. You even call out Rage, now how much sense does it make to have the X-Core symbol on your chest, and not even call out The Man. Doesn't matter, I still kicked your stupid ass.
Ash: Ultimate X-Core match, that is my match, and it'll ALWAYS be known as my match. I walked into Madd Katt's office with it, Johnny Clash challenged me with it, and once again, I excelled at it. And you folded, like a piece of paper. And if you think that was a fluke, you're going to learn this week, that it not only wasn't, it's simple truth. I am better than you. I made your return look like a fizzled fart, when you thought it was going to be made of glamor and hard fought respect, and most importantly you thought you were going to have a title at the end of it all, and the title is still with it's owner, me. I'm going to beat you again this week TJ, I'm going to make sure that you understand your place, because those that have looked passed me before, had to learn yet again, I am in the MPW for a reason. And I will hold the World Title, and I will be it's champion. This has been written in the future, and that belt will be over my shoulder and you'll have no other thing to do, but accept it.
Ash: They say that I get under people's skin, that I play mind games, and sure, you'll disregard that as untrue. But deep down TJ, I know what I do, and I know your heart is filled with so much hatred for me, that you won't be able to contain yourself. You won't have your eye on the ball, and I'm going to break you at your weakest point. It's what I do, it's how I live and it's how I'll be successful in this company and in this business. I have no feeling of remorse, I have no feeling of consequence because when I get into that ring, nothing else matters but winning. As I verbally and mentally break you down, it's just another week for me, after this week, I'll forget about you and leave you be. But you'll always hate me, when you pass me backstage, you'll have pain and embarrassment in the pit of your stomach, and I'll simply smile at you. Because you mean nothing to me, you came here for glory and you have to earn it here. You won't be riding other's coat tails here, because they can't save you from losses. That little belt you got here once, that's the extent of your success here in the MPW. And when you find that you can't roll over people the way you did elsewhere, you're going to leave and not even be remembered.
Ash shrugs as if to say "sorry for telling you the truth".
Ash: You see, there is a major downfall of you winning that belt TJ. You lost it so fast, the audience doesn't even feel like you earned it. Let's face it, your first title here you walked in and Roxi took it from you in not even a month. The audience doesn't know your name, only the jerkoffs that love Faces of Death movie people know who you are. But you're going to do nothing for this match, just as you did nothing for your title reign, you didn't represent it well, and no one will care about that championship, it's the equivilent of David Arquette winning a championship, and it gained just much respect when he held it. Everyone was just chomping at the bit to take it from you, in this case it was another women in this company, Roxi
Ash's passing a gated junkyard to his right. A cat comes up to Ash's leg and rubs against it. Ash stopped, picks up the cat and pets it a few times and notices a beware of dog sign and smiles to the camera. Ash kisses the top of the cat's head and lobs it over the gate and instantly barking and the cat's scream is heard, also with the deep tone of the barks, these were big dogs. Ash again continues.
Ash: This is how much you cared about that title. We saw the little scenes of the past thing, but what did you really say about the match. Nothing really, just a couple of generic lines, and this was a pay per view mind you. You were given a camera to promote a match, and instead, you attempt to get everyone to feel sorry for you. You say you have determination, but from what I saw last week, you had no determination.
Ash: Enough about you, let's talk about a weird coincedence....so there I am with my tattoo artist right, I'm sitting there thinking about what will be my next tattoo. So here's what I came up with, I tell him, "Give me an angel, but not something that simple, I mean make it a slutty angel. I mean a dish rag whore but with angelic wings gaving her a sort of grace, but emphasis on the slut part of it." So he comes up with this drawing, and it was the damnedest thing. Well, here, let me show you what he came up with, mind you, it's free hand, but I think it's pretty good. Anyway, here's what he came up with.
Ash smirks.
Ash: Now, I'd say that slutty angel....kind of looks like...your wife. Now why would the word slut and a picture of your wife come into his mind. Like I said, must be a coincedence, has to be...right?
Ash shakes head.
Ash: So, I'm thinking about having that tat of your wife, right next to my dick, that way she sees what a real one looks like, without having to lift a mammoth of a stomach to see your toddler sized one. Besides, that's the closest your wife is ever going to get to my own, who knows what diseases you've given her by now. Let's put it this way, that tat, is the closest she's ever going to be, to being pure...... you spineless weasel.
Ash: By the way, you might want to ask her about this picture-
Ash: Well, ...I assure you, it was strictly professional. That smile on her face, was NOT while you were out with your injury. It was not for a backstage signing for Takedown, we did NOT go into a corridor and make out. She did NOT blow me, and I did not...I repeat did NOT get future baby Ash's in your hair when I finished. Also, we were not almost caught by Chicken and Ms. Biguns. And she did not do that thing with her tongue where she....ah, what am I saying, of course you know that thing I'm talking about...anyway, she didn't do that either. She also did not say that "TJ" stands for Two Jerks" because that's how many yanks on your dick you could do before you were out cold with sticky rag and pictures of your grandmother propped up on the nightstand. Like I said, strictly professional...come on, would I lie?
Ash holds his thumbs toward himself. Ash puffs out his chest in confidence, his next words will be said with pride.
Ash: Everytime I go out there, I leave every bit of me in that ring. Whether you're a curtain jerker or the World Champion, you are going to get the absolute best of Ash Soulsfate. Which means that you have no shot at Thursday Night Takedown, all you will be able to do, is once again get into the fetal position that you know so well and wait for the rain of punches and kicks to stop. I am your new pain TJ, I am your new nightmare. Certain events in your life have put you in a soft state of mind, have made you weak, and this week will be no different. So in many ways TJ, I ....am your death...because that's what you'll be begging for when I'm done with you....
Ash smirks and walks off camera. The crowd still walking the streets, when in comes a hand, obviously Ash's. He snaps his fingers and the camera fades to....
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