The Beginning

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Friday Sept 7th

The camera comes in on a new face, one of the new contracts the MPW has found themselves signing. This man's name is Ash Soulsfate, he sits on a hotel bed, not a five star but definitely a four. Ash sits there in just jeans, no shirt, and barefoot. He's propped up against the headboard, empty Corona bottles on the nightstand, his tattoos almost piercing through in the contrast to his skin. His legs extended out, as he looks to be awaiting something, and by the looks of him it is pretty important. We hear a female moan next to him, not that kind of moan, but one of waking up, and it is Poe Livingston, who merely goes as Poe. She pushes the blanket down to her chest and smiles at the sight of her love Ash. Her eyes still dreary, she reaches out a hand and places her hand on Ash's thigh. Her soft British accented voice is heard, even softer as it is the first words of her day.

Poe: It's today isn't it?

Ash pushes his back out of his face.

Ash: That it is.

Poe: He'll call.

Ash: It's been a long time since I've been in this position.

Poe: It is fine babe, we couldn't stay there for long. We will find a new home, if it's not the RWE, then it'll be somewhere else. This is what you do, you pick yourself up. CWA, BLPW,FWV and even that god awful Xtreme place, you've managed to make it to the top of every one of those places. This last place, it just wasn't our fit, and companies fail everyday. Do you remember in that ladder match with Centryx, when you came home with the title, what did you say?

Ash stays silent.

Poe: I'll answer that for you. You said there is no other feeling like it. You are a world champion Ash, you may not be holding a belt but right now there are feelers out on your behalf. Ash Soulsfate becomes a free agent, are you kidding me?

Ash: I'm not afraid of not getting hired, I am afraid of Bobby not getting a good deal. Not always the strongest bump to your name when the last company goes under.

Poe: That was because of Valvaldi's investments. You put forth five star matches, and kept the company open for as long as you could, you faced everyone eleven times, it was time for it to end.

Ash: You're right.

Poe: Now, your baby is hungry, and I feel like waffles.

Poe smiles and props herself up, topless, and knowing the camera is there, she holds her top and gives the camera a short look, to which the camera takes a still picture.

The look of concern still on Ash's face. Ash does all his figuring in the ring, the outside business is left to more... interested people. The people that handle clauses, and other trickery to screw over the wrestler. The last options heard were this WLR and MPW, both vying for this young wrestler, however one was offering such an amount and the other barely knew Ash. They knew his body of work, but not his backstage attitude, and that always comes into play when signing a new contract. Ash's backstage antics have never really come into play, but rumors do start. There is nothing to hide with Ash, he is egotistical, he's brash, and he's in your motherfuckin' face. During the times when Ash cared nothing but only perserving the good of the business, he was stepped on, sneered at, by those whom only cared about themselves. Not to say that Ash has fallen in line with that, due to him never being a follower but he has been more wary of those who look to come out on top. Trust no one, because no one cares about anything but money. This is not the world that his father once spoke of, this is the new wrestling world. His Samsung G3 rings with a Avenged Sevenfold Unholy Confessions ringtone, a picture with the name Bobby is seen on the display. Ash picks up the phone and hits the answer button and places it to his ear.

Ash: Yes.

Voice: We got a meeting to set up.

Ash: With who?

Voice: That's just it, there are two contracts and I need a sit down with you.

Ash: I'm at the hotel.

Voice: We know, there's a limo for you out front.

Ash: A limo huh. You only send that for your top people.

Voice: Well my boy, after the two contracts I'm looking at, it's well deserved.

Ash: Is that right?

Voice: Just get your pretty boy butt down here, so we can make things official and I can make phone calls and press.

Ash: Yeah.

The look of concern seems ages ago off his face. The confident smirk is back. Poe steps back out, brushing her teeth, now with a top.

Poe: So should we head home and get your wrestling gear?

Ash: I got a meeting.

Poe: Does he know you're in Vegas?

Ash: There's a limo outside.

Poe: A limo, that is a definite upgrade from the towncar.

Ash: Well, it would seem that there is a company that has finally seen my worth.

Poe: I saw your worth the moment I met you. All smiles in the bleacher, watching your father wrestle George the Animal Steele. You had your little notebook out, taking notes, which is really funny since you are all over that ring, when your father's moves were all ground based.

Ash walks over to that spot on the ground where he left his shirt and picks up his Attack Attack shirt and slips that on. Next to that, his Chuck Taylors, black of course. He picks those up and walks over to the bed and takes a seat, and slides on some black socks and the shoes. He walks over to the mirror and slides on his black leather jacket. A voice over of his father is heard as he looks into the mirror.

"There are sharks in this business, as many as there are in that ocean. But keep your mind in that ring, your talent, your hardwork will bring you everything you need. Look what the man before you did, and work ten times harder and twenty times smarter. In that ring, make sure no one can touch you."

Ash: The things he taught me are more than just a ground game.

Poe: My point exactly.

Ash: You ready?

Poe walks over to the curtain and opens it to look out the window, a slight smile surfaces at this new era in Ash's life.

Poe: Bobby wasn't lying about the limo.

Poe walks over to the dresser and grabs the bottle of patron, uncaps it and grabs the couple of shot glasses that were at the side of it. She pours two shots and recaps the bottle, she takes both shots but holds it in her mouth, walks over to Ash and kisses him deeply, both of them taking the shot.

Poe: I'm proud of you.

Ash: Going to a meeting about my future with alcohol on my breath.

Poe: Honey, we're in Vegas, they are lucky that's all they are getting.

Poe's eyes light up.

Poe: Shower time?

Ash: Babe, I gotta get to this meeting.

Poe: Shower time?

.........

Ash: Shower time.

Poe pulls Ash into the bathroom and closes the door to the approaching cameraman.

Black

The camera opens an hour later, with Ash and Poe in soaking wet cloathing sitting infront of Bobby Ball's desk. Bobby in a sharp blue suit and power red tie with white shirt stares at the two not knowing what to say.



........

Bobby: Those seats in 'them limos are pure leather you know.

Ash and Poe chuckle.

Ash: Terrible accident at MGM with their fountains, didn't know it was gonna happen.

Bobby: Richard ...your limo driver said something about your girl here still having shampoo in her hair when yous two came out of the hotel.

Ash: Look, are we here to talk about limos or my contract.

Bobby: I suppose for yous both, this is sorta tame.

Poe giggles.

Bobby: Well here is the deal my boy, you got Revenge Wrestling Federation offering this much-

Bobby slides a slip with a written number on it. And they'd want you to start in October for Halloween Slaughterhouse.

Ash: I can't be out of the ring for that long Bobby.

Bobby: I know dis, so's here's what I'm gonna do fo' ya.

Ash: Not speak with such a heavy Guido accent.

Bobby: Fuck you kid. I've been workin' on mornin' on dis here. Show some respect.

Ash: What's my other option?

Bobby: Dis MPW, home of Aidan Gaine, Bloodhound, Bliss,Trey Baxtor, Taufik, and dis Chris Gable and this Johnny Clash.

Ash: What are they offering?

Bobby: This amount.

Bobby slides another slip.

Ash: Okay, this is a little more. Any stipulations?

Bobby: You need to promote your matches, every one of them.

Ash: Okay. That's a given. What else?

Bobby: Well, they are starting you on Step Up!

Ash: What's that?

Bobby: They want to see your chops kid. You will be on their main roster soon enough.

Ash: Jesus Christ.

Bobby: In this business, you see them come and go, we all do. This dream that you kids carry, for some is so fleeting. The MPW is just out to make sure they ain't wastin' their time. There is this other kid Christian Carter who is stepping on the show.

Ash: Would that be my opponent?

Bobby: No.

Ash: Then why are you telling me this?

Bobby: You can step up the way this kid has, what am I saying, BETTER, then you will run this company. They have several vacated titles, and now is almost ground floor.

Ash: When would I start?

Bobby: Your first match would be this Thursday.

Ash: Who is their world champion?

Bobby: Trey Baxtor.

Ash: Who is my first opponent?

Bobby: It would be another new contract named Frost. The files are with my assistant Anthony.

Ash: So I make more money, but I have to be on a secondary show facing no names until I prove myself.

Bobby: And you start right away, would also mean you'd have to cut this Vegas thing short and head back to Los Angeles and pack your bags.

Ash: Speaking of which, why are you in Vegas?

Bobby: Where are you?

Ash: In Vegas.

Bobby: Then that's where I'm at, ya understand. Everyone else is out there already making me money, and I ain't cuttin' ya loose. You got too much potential, and you've won too many titles and this place with vacant titles is begging for you to hold one. Just do this thing until the announcement... damn.

Bobby shaking his head as he released the information too early.

Ash: What announcement?

Bobby: Nothin' kid. What's your decision?

Ash: What's the announcement?

Bobby: We gonna go around in circle all day?

Ash: Are we?

Bobby: I can't release that information. You will find out tomorrow, but I need you to sign this contract before tomorrow as proof that we put forth trust in them.

Ash: What is it?

Bobby stands and walks over to Ash and Poe's side of the desk and covers the camera's mic. We see him mouth words but really can't make them out due to his accent. Ash nods in response to what he hears. A smile on Poe's face surfaces, as she smoothes her hair from the front of her shoulder to behind her shoulder. Bobby takes his hand off.

Bobby: So what'dya say kid?

A moment of silence, the chance to fight as early as this Thursday, the thrill of putting on a show, if only for half of the audience of their main roster show.

Ash: If it's a show they want, they came to the ring person. Get me the contract.

Bobby: Excellent.

Bobby walks back and sits down at his desk and presses on button on the phone.

Bobby: Anthony.

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Anthony: Yes Mr. Ball.

Bobby: Bring in the MPW contract and the files on Frost.

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Anthony: There is only one file on Frost and that is basically his stats and rumors.

Bobby: NOW!

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Anthony: Right away Mr. Ball.

Ash: How long did it take for you NOT too laugh at your last name?

Bobby: What's funny about Balls?

Ash and Poe laugh as his pluralization has only made it worse.

Ash: Nothing.

Anthony, a scrawny middle aged man walks in with a file and a long contract sheet, complete with copy paper under that to keep. Ash gives the contract one last look, before looking up at Bobby.

Ash: Everything in here is clear cut, no screwing me over?

Bobby: It's on the up and up kid. You get screwed, I get screwed and Bobby Ball don't get screw ya understand. Ask a young Mr. Steve Austin, well he's older now, but you get the picture.

Ash puts ink to paper,....there, Ash Soulsfate is officially a product of Millenium Pro Wrestling.

Bobby: You will report to a Sir Nigel Cunningham's office at 10 am, for any rules in the backstage edicate. He will have your schedule, flight times, what have you? Please, take your file on Frost. Be ready for him Ash, sources are sayin' he's not all right in the head.

Ash: I'm sitting in my agent's office soaking wet, signing a contract with a company for -beep- dollars, you think I am?

Bobby: Noted. Anthony, set Ash and his lil' lady up with a limo back in ten minutes.

Ash: What's the wait.

Bobby: And Anthony, bring in the champagne, for Ash here, he's just made me a rich man....well, richer anyway.

Ash smiles as Anthony leaves the room.

Poe: Oh, I do so love happy endings.

Ash laughs and Poe punches Ash's arm.

Poe: You are one sick individual my love.

Anothony walks back in with four glasses and a bottle of champagne, looks to be expensive as it says Shipwrecked 1907 Heidsieck.

Ash: I'll just take a bottle of Jack.

Bobby: Ash m' boy, this is a $275,000.00 bottle of champagne. And I'm opening it for you son. Now when are you ever gonna have a bottle like this again?

Ash: That's a lot of money for a bottle of hooch.

Bobby: Ash, take another look at your contract.

Ash looks at the contract and the amount.

Bobby: I have no worries right now.

Ash smiles. Bobby notices four champagne glasses and looks at Anthony.

Bobby: Who's is the fourth for?

Anthony embarassingly shrugs.

Anthony: I thought that "we" meant-

Bobby: Well you thought wrong.

Anthony: Yes, sir.

Bobby still staring at Anthony.

Bobby: That'll be all Anthony. Get those documents to Mr. Cunningham and let him know that he has new wrestler named Ash Soulsfate.

Anthony: Yes, sir.

Anthony leaves humiliated.

Poe: Is Anthony, you know, um-

Bobby: A homo-, no, but I do think he's a virgin, he lives with his mother in Alhambra. He had to convince his mother he was coming to Vegas for work, really was brutal.

Bobby lifts his glass.

Bobby: To Ash Soulsfate, a man that is gonna hold an audience in the palm of his hand.

Ash: Um Bobby.

Bobby: Yeah.

Ash: What's the camera about, what if I had chosen the other brand.

Bobby: Then the video gets shipped to the other brand. It's a freelance cameraman.

Ash: Ah.

Ash holds his glass up.

Ash: To new beginnings.

Poe holds up her glass.

Poe: To the beginning of the best signing MPW has ever had, and they don't even know it yet.

They cling their glasses together, but the camera stays there.

Bobby: Fuck it, we're downing this bottle.

They laugh as the camera fades to black once again.

-The Beginning-

The camera comes in on Ash Soulsfate, in a dank gym, running from end to end. We catch him at end of the sprint. A punching bag to the left, boxers, UFC fights, wrestling legends and those he admires around plastered around the gym, but more than that, bikini clad ladies also fill the walls of this gym. Ash does a set of jumping rope as Frost looks to be in speed shape, which Ash is as well, a well balanced wrestler. Speed and air attacks, but still loves a good fight. On your feet, connecting fist to face, but from a few youtube clips of Frost's training for his debut in wrestling, it would seem his reportoire is more about submissions. That is something Ash is no stranger to, Ash has never tapped in his entire career, he'll pass out first. Once down jumping rope, he turns to the camera, sweating, his muscles almost climbing out of his body, his abs piercing with every breath.

Ash: MPW, I....am Ash Soulsfate, a newly signed wrestler. Now I know some of you that don't only follow this brand may know me from some other places I have been. And I know that you, and only you know what the rest of them are in for, but that'll be our little secret until it's not. Now as lucky as MPW is to have me, they see me as this new man to the sport, when you and I know that I am anything but. I don't like to bring attention to the past places I have been, because those wins and minimal losses don't mean dick in this company. Here, I'm a simple piece of shit in their eyes, but again, you and I know different. I'll be on Step Up, I'll work a plant show, hell, I'll even set up the ring before getting my first match. I have respect for this business and I don't mind spending my time earning my respect, but you see when I get into that ring, there ain't no one better. You know, you out there, other MPW wrestlers shakin' you heads believing yourselves to be better, not wanting to listen because you feel safe in this place you've made a home. Well me signing with this company has shaken the very foundation, and your egos may have not felt the quake, but believe me, once you are facing me, you're going to know that means your ass.

Ash: I like the attention that you all get, the websites, the respect of each wrestler and the chance for everyone to get the spotlight. I understand that to achieve that recognition I'm going to have to earn it, no matter what I did in other companies. Not only am I going to earn it, I'm going to make this company so much god damned money, they are going to want my face on everything. I know, big claims from some no name that you believe tomorrow will find himself a way out of his contract and saying the same shit to another company. I have an ego and I could give a fuck about anyone but myself, but one thing is for sure, I don't like starting over. So that means I'm going to be making it to the top with every breath, every week that goes by, I'm coming to make that name for myself. Until I face the Aiden Gaines, the Justin Fischers, the Johnny Clash's, and I make my name on them. This company is basically telling us that there is room at the top, this company will only thrive on new competition and it's begging for these people on the Step Up roster to do just that, step up. Well MPW, you hired the right man for the fuckin' job. I ain't here to waste anyone's time, namely mine.

Ash: You pit me against a submission specialist my first day out. That's fine, Frost can eat a dick. I'm going to beat him down and send him right back to you a broken man. Because you see you have started us on the same week, which reminds me of the scene in the Dark Knight where the Joker breaks the pool cue and drops it infront of the henchman and tells them that there is only one postion only. Now that may not be so the case, but if the main roster is looking for new blood, it's gonna be MPW's new villian, Ash Soulsfate. I'm not here to prove myself to you, or this audience, I'm here for titles, and I'm here for the recognition I've deserved since choosing this place. Sure, it's not on your website as news, because all these fuckin' twats come in, can't hang and leave and why put forth the effort for that kind of wrestler, hence the idea of Step Up! But believe me, when I get over to the main show, it will be news. I won't be on a secondary show for long. Thursday Night Takedown might as well be a pay per view for all I care. I care about the money you're willing to give me to go out there and do what I do, and you've succeeded with flying colors. I give one hundred and ten percent absolutely every match I'm in, because that's what this business deserves, whether I'm facing a high flyer, a striker or a facepainted flamboyant submission wrestler. I am here to be a legend, and not only will you give that to me, you will demand it.

Ash: Frost, there have been many avenues that I've walked to get here, and now the opportunities have never been so ripe. And if you think you're going to stand in the way of that, I welcome you to try. You can stand idly by and wait for me to talk, to butter the bread of your promo, that's fine. I understand that you talk out of your ass and need a little bit of coaching. You want to see what your opponent has to say first and then, you can guage your response. I am a leader, and I don't need to know what you're going to say, because it'll be the same thing as everyone else. You know those people that give us new contracts that stigma, to put us on shows such as Thursday Night Takedown, were made because of people like you. You whom give this company the bare minimum and expect the world to drop to their knees for just showing up. I can't live that way, I'm all about being the very best this company has to offer, because that's what this business deserves. You see a man does this until all the surgeries, all the broken bones and pulled muscles have taken their toll, and I won't be wasting time on acting like a spoiled brat. Sure, I got an ego, but I know what I deserve. I deserve what I give, and that's the very best, every match will always involve all of my resources, because I am a winner. I win matches and I win titles, there is just no other way.

Ash: I bet when you came in, you thought you'd get some mindless no show as far as promos, and someone who will just show up to get squashed, well not here. I don't do that, as much as MPW thinks they have pitted me against a challenge, it is you who will truly have the worst week of your life. Because you see this week, you are not only facing the future of MPW, you are facing one hell of a determined man. A man that's not afraid to be a man. I will break you down, and I will hurt every part of your body, not only are you going to know what it's like to be in a true fight, you're going to know what it's like to be humiliated. Your submissions, yeah, about that, you can shove those right up your ass. And if you really think that is what you're banking on, you should know that I as well, have a submission move myself called the Figure 4:20. And yes it means that. You can count that as a weakness, but it's not a dependancy issue, I just like to party,...but only when it is time to party. Like after I beat you in my first match in the MPW, it'll be a cause for celebration. I was made for mansions, big cars and living out a dream that a very miniminal amount of us are ever lucky enough to experience.

Ash: You can tell, I know you can, because you can feel it. Right off the bat, in your first week, you already find yourself over your head and drowning. You are what the streets call, a buster. You won't be able to hold me down long enough to even consider making me tap, I'm here to rock and roll, and this is what I do, before you can even think of holding me down, I'm going to have a motherfuckin' three count. I out think my opponents at every turn, and it's going to be one hell of a ride. My rise to the top will be through you, now distrust that, shake your head, and let that ego feed and eat, because it's only going to make it that much easier to beat you.

Ash: Now in dealing with you not being "all there", I don't really care, I see that as a weakness. You want to make me hurt, and that's all you'll be focused on, but you see all I have to do is win the match. And then, after the match, if you want to take it outside, we'll man up and do that. But this is about the match, and there are rules in this particular match and I can utilize them, that's not a cop out, it's being smart. Get you frustrated, and knock the shit out of you and laugh all the way to Monday Night Main Event.

Ash walks over to the radio and presses play Saliva's Holdin' On begins to play and this brings a smile to Ash's face, real low though as to still hear what this new contract has to say.

Ash: I got big balls, I know, to make the claims I am, especially for not "knowing" you. Well here's the deal, I know me, and I know what I can do in that ring, it's painfully obvious that I have the means to do it. It starts by me being the first to speak, not only for this match, but for this week. That's what I do, I lead, as much as I win. And Frost, I will win this match. The only thing you can do, is hold it off for as long as possible, but in the end, I will have my hand raised. You have to understand that there is just no other way, I am dedicated to this company now, even if it's not dedicated to me. Not so much at caring what it thinks of my personality, but they will respect my talent in that ring. Hell, they are watching this right now, already happy that I'm not some jackass that leeching off the paychecks and not living up to my contract. I don't just step up, I succeed. Now they have put you against me, and deep in your heart, you know that you're screwed.

Ash: Now it's said that you are using this facepaint for intimidation-

Ash shrugs.

Ash: It doesn't bother me one bit, Ultimate Warrior did it, Boogey Man, Hawk and Animal, but so did Doink, get my meaning. Depending on things like that make you weak, because your in ring ability is lacking, because your promo ability needs that edge. You don't intimidate me, and you never will, because there is just no reason to respect you. And after you lose to me, do you really think that facepaint will really do anything for you. You'll have to face someone else the very next week and have to explain away your loss as a fluke, and then everyone will laugh at you and beat your ass every week until you put that tail between your legs and leave like we all know you will. I am the master at getting into someone's head, you are a simple over used gimmick. You are simple minded, feeble, and you're already beaten because you have been pitted against simple greatness. I am everything you want to be, but will never have the natural talent TO be. After this week, it won't be a big shock to see me being asked up to the main roster faster than everyone else. Because you see, in being first for the week, all eyes are on me. They want to see what I'm going to say, what I'm going to do, especially in my debut. And you'll have to generate just as much interest. You know, having to stick with your silly little Joker-esque gimmick. It's really sad isn't it, that you kind of have to act like the unborn child of Marilyn Manson or Joker, just to come off the least bit interesting. Because you're always going to get an asshole like me, who's going to call you out on your horseshit. Well, I hope you enjoy being pitted into a corner by a gimmick, and having to act like that's not what you're doing at all. You're going to have a hell of a time convincing everyone else that that is not what you're doing. Hell, you go ahead and do that, but you see now that I say this, all eyes are on you, which means they are watching to see how you're going to react.

Ash: Now my thing, is about being the best in the business, like some, but not a lot have the means or the tools to be the best. I do, and you can see, I can keep an audience glued to that television just by being myself. Will you be in the funeral home, a grave site, in some home that done up all gothic-

Ash mock shutters and puts his hand to his mouth.

Ash: Ooooh, so scary.

Ash mocks going to sleep.

Ash: Seen IT!

Ash opens the file Anthony gave him, seems to be the same stuff we can see on MPW's site.

Ash: Ah yes, here we are, nicknames. The Devil Himself, The Coldhearted Bastard,....and...

Ash looks closer at the sheet, not believing it and laughs.

Ash: The...Glamour King.

Ash shakes his head.

Ash: A little light in the loafers eh kid, that's fine. I mean it kind of feels like I should be wearing a chastity belt now though. I mean, I don't want you to body slam me, and while holding the move, try to sneak a finger in my asshole. Now that's going to make things awkward, and then we'll get legal involved for what they refer to as gay bashing. I mean perhaps this is just not the business for you, maybe you'd be better suited do Maybelline commercials, maybe you were "born with it". You know, gain a few losses, gain a name through sympathy, and get some make up commercials going and really take off there. BUT DON'T FUCKIN' COME TO MY RING UNDER SOME IMPRESSION THAT I WILL EVER BE SCARED OF YOU! This horseshit might fly with other companies, but you have found yourself against me, and this is only going to be used to embarass you. You think that your biggest strength was going to work out for you, but with me, I've proven it to be your biggest chink in the armor. It's about who is hungrier, and who has the means to back up what the fuck they say. You, here, today, against me, you're out of your element. I am the omega, you are a foot stool.

Ash: Point in case jackass? Okay, you are called The Devil Himself, but your real name is Phinnaeus Nero Frost II....easy, the second, royalty even, give me a fuckin' break you moron. You have same name as this little guy.

Ash: Now I'm smart enough to know that I'm not the first to make this notion, but come on man, really, make up, the cold hearted bastard and then you have that name? You have to be smart enough to know that you would be ridiculed until the days end. No wonder you go simply by Frost. Hey it was Deacon's last name in Blade, why not right, adds a little seasoning to your already useless gimmick. I hope this makes you realize just how big of an idiot you truly are, because I know it's certainly letting everyone watching this promo know how completely useless you are. You didn't really think this out did you, maybe legally change your name getting into the business you're getting into, where you're going to get torn apart by a bunch of so called jocks. Now I get that if we were in highschool, you'd go ahead and steal a gun from your alcoholic dad and come back and try and kill me because you're so weak minded and feeble, that you can't stick up for yourself, but this is professional wrestling, if you thought your childhood years of being picked on would be over, catch a fuckin' clue. Because if lightning struck you down right now, I wouldn't give a fuck, the only annoyance would be that you didn't show up to take your asswhoopin' like a fuckin' man. That's right, I am Ash Soulsfate, I come off a little over bearing and shallow, and that's because I am, and I like me.

Ash: Don't get me wrong, I know you're going to be watching Bram Stoker's Dracula, what am I saying, I can't even give you that much credit. Let me fix this, I know you're going to be watching episodes of Charmed and the Twilight movies on Netflix and dwell in your humiliation praying to your little demons to strike me dead, but that ain't gonna happen. On Thursday, you're coming into my ring, and you're going to get your ass handed to you. There's no way around it, in that ring, I am a general and you are the student. I am the Beatles, and you are the fuckin' Monkees, a sub par never going to be as good as the original piece of shit.

Ash: You are 6'0, I'm taller, you are 230 pounds, yeah, I'm heavier by nine pounds but that's muscle bitch. Which means I can power out of anything you got Frosty, doesn't that just burn your ass, to know that there is just nothing you can do. Even if you TRY to beat me, it's just over for you.

Ash: Now I'll give you this, you have a cool finisher, the move itself is cool. You'll never get the move on me because you're a idiot, but it's a good move none the less. A 360 spike piledriver, damn, that'd put a hurtin' on anyone, including me, but again, I'm too good, I'm too sharp and you're a man child. Now here's where you messed up, let's see, what do you call it, your name is Frost, so what would make it clever and catchy...ah yes, the "Frost Bite".

Ash places his index finger into his throat and mocks puking.

Ash: Fuckin' really? That's what you got there Sub Zero. How about The Devil's Impale, The Decapitation, or even the Nail in the Coffin....the fuckin' Frost Bite? Ugh, it's like facing that retarded child from Life Goes On, it's like MPW is leading you to the slaughter and you didn't even do anything but be born to deserve it. They must've seen how much of a tool you are, and asked me to take care of the problem for them. And you know what I say back to the people that pay me....fuckin' gladly. I'll even put it on and platter for him, so he can show his fuckin' parents what I did to him, oh, oh wait, no, he's a "bastard" after all. I guess he can only show his whore of a mother then.

Ash: Don't let them tears flow just yet boy-

Ash leans in closer.

Ash: You don't wanna ruin your make up.

Ash shakes his head.

Ash: It's said you focus on terrorizing one body part and stick to that body part. Well with you, it's like your terrorizing my brain with all this ridiculousness your're already known for.

Ash gets slightly serious.

Ash: I don't doubt that you'll try that strategy Frosty, and thanks for the heads up on your mindset. However, it's one thing you don't do, is give me your strategy, because I'll break your arm with it and beat your face with your limp arm. Right now, metaphorically, you are a hurt seal flailing and begging for help because I have only taken one bite out of you. Soon, you will bleed out and die, but damn, isn't it fun to see you flail.

Ash grins.

Ash: It's what I do. I am a king, I am what this company needs. I AM wrestling.

Ash settles once again.

Ash: Another hot tip, this is Frosty's first company he's ever worked for as fas as wrestling, and I've been in several, even carrying a few world titles. Now you would think that this wouldn't be fair, and after verbally ripping this moron apart, you might even begin to feel sorry for him, being that this is his first time out. Well, I won't let that stop me, and besides he's supposedly the one that is "cold hearted", well Frosty, you're going to find out just what cold hearted is. Because as seen in your file, as cold hearted as you are, you much don't break the rules. Ah, great, you've painted yourself even further into a corner, it would seem the "devil" has a conscience, it's just sad that I don't. And through this promo, I think that's become obvious.

Ash rolls his neck from left to right, breaking down this promo, getting set to go back to working out.

Ash: Frost, on Thursday, there will be no gimmick that will save you, there will be no way out of receving what is coming for you. You think you're the devil, well I am hell, and more specifically, I am YOUR hell. There is no way you will be prepared for this, you don't have the experience of being infront of those people, and you don't know how hungry a man can get, you don't know what I've been through, and you damn sure don't know what I'm willing to go through to be at the top of this company.

Ash walks over to the bench and goes to the bench and he picks up a pair of black fingerless workout gloves. Ash looks back up at the camera.

Ash: You come out to a song named "Devils Never Cry", well good thing you're a bitch, because in my ring, that's exactly what you're going to DO!

Ash grins as the camera....

Fades to Black