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The Story...Last Week

The camera comes in on one Ash Soulsfate, a new contract with the Millienium Pro Wrestling. Not a name in this company, but a name elsewhere, now he resides in the MPW, that's where he hangs his hat. The camera shows him from behind sitting in a lawn chair, next to him his Samsung Galaxy S3 on Ash's side and in the other lawn chair, none other than Poe in a purple bikini and those Audrey Hepburn type sunglasses and her hair perfectly resting on her shoulders. She is enjoying the sun as Ash is. Ash was not challenged by the man they refer to as Frost, and he's well under management's radar. They are more fixated on their top names, more encouraged to keep them happy. They haven't a clue of the man that Ash truly is, which might be a great little wake up call once his next match is settled. Not being on Fusion, well that's not Ash's loss, what he brings to the table when put to the test is unmatched. There they sit in front of the beach waves, even letting some of it come up to their feet. Poe's new Iphone 5 is set on her side, not even concerned about these waters. This is the way they live, no worries until it's time to fight in that ring. And now is that time, Ash caught on once the cameras caught up with Ash and Poe on the beaches of Hawaii. Ash's cell rings and with the Pink Floyd's Money ringtone, it could only be one man. Ash picks up.

Ash: Bobby, what is it?

Bobby: I know I couldn't get you on Fusion but I did get you another match.

Ash: It was fine, after what I did to Frost, I thought I could use a vacation anyway.

Bobby: I saw. The MPW will catch on to who you are Ash.

Ash: It's fine, let the Trey Baxters have the spotlight while they can.

Bobby: Well listen Ash, this match will be a fatal four way.

Ash smiles at the intrigue of taking on three other men in his ring.

Ash: I'm listening.

Bobby: It'll be at MPW's debut of Thursday Night Takedown.

Ash: Any gimmick match?

Bobby: No, simple fatal four way but that's a big kick in MPW's ass if you bring home the bacon on that one.

Ash: That's true.

Bobby: Another thing, I got you into a qualifying match against Jayde Brooklyn for the X-Core Championship.

Ash: Well, it would seem I'm somewhat on their radar then eh, Bobby?

Bobby: Well, you and nine others, it would seem one of them is named Chicken.

Ash sighs and rolls his eyes which we can't see due to his aviator sunglasses. As now the camera is infront of Ash, camo shorts and shirtless, his tats ever present.

Ash: Of course there's a man named Chicken in this tournament.

Bobby: I've sent you the bios and all the little extras of this week's opponents to Poe's laptop.

Ash: All right.

Bobby: You get that X-Core Championship you'll get the attention you want. I got you on the website already. Now do you want to be champion or was what you said last week a lie?

Ash: You know better than that.

Bobby: Then get to taking these men's heads off and plant the seed that Ash Soulsfate is in MPW.

Ash nods knowing that he's right, but instead of saying so, he presses the end button on his phone and returns it to the table next to himself. He smooths his hair back out of his face taking in some of the sun and places his index finger on his ipod that's hooked up to a speaker for both of them to hear the music, he raises the volume of the Soja song. And goes back to resting with a smile on his face. And the camera goes to black.


Scene 2

The camera comes back in on Ash's Black 1967 Black Fastback Mustang.

The car is parking in front of a large building, also in front is a valet service. Out steps Ash and Poe, more dressed than you last saw them, Ash is in a Killswitch Engage shirt, jeans and his black leather jacket. Poe is wearing a Mickey Mouse tight fitting shirt that cuts off at the belly and pink shorts, making this look even classier than it should look just by the way she holds herself up. Ash hands the key to the valet and gets his ticket as they head within the building, but suddenly the cameraman stops and Ash notices.

Ash: What?

Cameraman: This is the YWA building.

Ash: And?

Cameraman: As a part of MPW product, I can't go in there.

Ash: This is stupid, get your ass in here.

Cameraman: Jesus Christ Ash, our cameras have our logo on them. Contractually, I can't set foot in this building.

Ash: All right, then I'll have to explain to Madd Katt, my new supposed boss, that I couldn't promote his match because there was a cameraman that didn't want to follow me.

Cameraman: Yeah but-

Ash: Correct me if I'm wrong, but did you not just get off a plane from Hawaii?

Cameraman: Yes but-

Ash: Now it's time to get to work. I don't have much power within the MPW yet, but I can spit a good game and get you fired.

Cameraman: Fine.

The cameraman covers the logo of MPW on the camera with his jacket and follows Ash and Poe inside. Upon the entrance, instantly there are looks of recognition towards Ash and Poe. Whispers and smiles at the prospect of why this man has just stepped into this building, you could already see the links on wrestling websites reporting Ash being present in a YWA building, with the ink on his contract to MPW still wet. One match under his belt, so far as this company and already he's in a rival companies building. Ash reaches the reception's desk.

Ash: Roger Kessell please?

Receptionist: Is he expecting you?

Ash: He's put feelers out for me for the last two weeks. I've come to give him my answer.

Receptionist: Okay, have a seat. You must be signed already, you have a camera with you.

Ash smirks.

Ash: Something like that.

The receptionist hits the button to get to Mr Kessell's secretary and after a few moments and whispers, the receptionist looks back at Ash.

Receptionist: Mr Kessell is on the 18th floor having dinner, he'll see you now.

Ash nods and goes towards the elevator and gets in, nice golden theme to even the elevator, already getting more attention in just this meeting than in MPW. Once the eighteenth floor is reached, the doors open and out steps Ash to an entire floor dedicated to a dining area, this sight throws Ash off a little but continues straight into the room. Roger Kessell stands and waves Ash over. Ash obliges and reaches the man's table. The man in an immaculate suit, clean cut, thin and salt and pepper hair. Mr Kessell sits along with his guests.

Kessell: Well, this is a surprise.

Ash: Yeah, what can I say?

Kessell: I saw your match on the last Step Up! show, you made it sort of a quick match, or this Frost fella had no idea what he was up against.

Ash winks.

Ash: I'd go with the latter.

Kessell: I took it upon myself to order you two the lobster, I've had them here many times and it's delicious.

Poe: Lobster, nice touch.

Kessell: Well I figure if I'm going to invest my time and efforts in achieving Ash in his probation period of his contract, I should start today.

Ash: Well-

Kessell: My company knows the problems within the company you are currently with. There are those that don't promote their matches, much like your last opponent, and when you go ahead and rip Frost apart verbally, studied him to no end, and you don't even get a pat on the back for being a new contract keeping your word as an employee.

Poe: They really don't see what they have, former World Champion, former Genocide Champion, former two time tag champion, once with myself and another with his brother Maxx. Not to mention all the lower "build yourself up" titles.

Kessell: Ah yes, well, I see it Ash. I also heard about this X-Core Championship opportunity, aint that a shame.

Ash: A shame?

Kessell: Why aren't you facing Trey Baxter?

Ash: This company doesn't know who I am, nor would I want to go against this company's champion with sufficient ring time.

Kessell: That Bliss is a firecracker though huh?

Ash: I guess.

Kessell: Come on, that face, those-

Kessell looks over at Poe and realizes what the subject matter is and starts to go another way.

Kessell: - Eyes. She'll make a good champion. Well, here in the YWA I can get a feud going with Vic Leone as early as our next pay per view, after the match, you just walk in and start the revolution.

The plates of lobster are placed infront of Ash and Poe. Poe starts to eat while Ash is more laid back.

Ash: Ash Soulsfate versus Vic Leone at Last Risk in October huh?

Kessell: I could get my secretary to get you the papers right now. With just a phone call Ash, say the word.

Ash: I can't, I'm not for being pampered.

Kessell: You are lost in the shuffle over in MPW, you are just another body. You're in a tournament with a guy named Chicken and here I am offering you the main event next month.

Ash: I've never backed down from starting at the bottom, you got a lot of workers right now that are in my place at MPW, ones you're overlooking because you want me there. I'll make my name, and I'll get to that world title when I earn it.

Kessell: Since when are you a goody two shoes, waiting for your time?

Ash: It's out of respect for the business, Rog. I could care less about your undercard. My job is to open MPW's eyes, and if I haven't done that for the owner, I have a new opportunity to open Madd Katt's eyes this week. So I'm going to have to pass on your offer for now.

Kessell: Okay, I want to get mad, I want to throw you out of my building and tell you to kiss my ass, but here's what I know, MPW may continue to let you slip through their fingers and when they do, I want to be there. Ash Soulsfate versus Vic in any pay per view could be a money maker, but out of respect for everything I created, and you passing, I am going to have to ask you to leave. I hope you understand.

Ash: Oh, no problem.

Kessell: Oh, and remember, Ash, not a word of this to MPW.

Ash smirks and removes the jacket from the cameraman's camera and exposes the MPW logo on it.

Ash: I don't believe I have to.

Kessell: Damn it, you're a smart kid. Now get out.

Ash: Yeah, got it.

The two return to the elevator.

Ding

The doors open, the two head in and the elevator attendant is thrown out of the elevator.

Kessell: Oh now what?

The doors close and Poe mockingly waves to Mr. Kessell. Once closed.

Poe: We aren't leaving just yet are we?

Ash: Nope.

Ash presses the rooftop button and the elevator heads up to the rooftop. Once the elevator reaches the top, the doors open and out steps Ash to look for something. He finds a wooden crate to the side and slides to the the elevator doors, this not allowing the elevator doors to close. Next to the crates are medium size boards, where he propped up against the door that leads to the stairs.

Ash: That ought to give us a little bit of time up here huh MPW?

Ash fixes his coat.

Ash: So I have a fatal four way match at Thursday Night Takedown. The epitome of making me prove myself in the MPW. I'm not a stupid man, you are so afraid of people not being committed to filming promos, and becoming a robot who comes and gets his ass kicked for a couple of weeks because he's lost interest in either wrestling or your company. So you make these type of matches for those to prove themselves worthy of your time and effort. A bunch of little tests to see how much we are willing to work, if at all. Which I might take as a slap in the face, as here I was on your last Step Up, abidded by your rules, laid Frost to waste, no invitation to Fusion and now I'M the one who has to prove themselves. I have to respect you, while I have to earn yours. You may have your Bliss', your Trey Baxters, Johnny Clashes and your Justin Fischers but soon, very soon you're going to need new names especially with this new show. I've taken it upon myself to help build Thursday Night Takedown while I build my own name. Right now all you see is an egotistical prick, and you should, because it's what I do in that ring that gives me the ego I have. Not this isn't after just one match, it's after years of experience in this business, I've been robbed of titles, I've been praised and I've been through everything in between. I will succeed in this company, I will not run away with my ball. But just remember, all it took was eyes on me, to just be happy. Now I have to break three other man's backs to get those eyes on me. Your fault, not mine.

Ash: As I stand on the rooftop of another company, I make a stand for myself, I will stand in defiance of you burying me. Let's start with Primal, the biggest of us all, and you'd think that I meant that as a compliment but come on 6'1 and 284 pounds, it's anything but. Primal, I get that your weight has you confident in thinking you just might have the edge in this one, but you don't know who I am nor what I can do in that ring. I've seen pictures, the 284 doesn't even look like it's muscle, it looks like you're McDonald's favorite customer. You're full of Mcflurries and Shamrock shakes, and you expect me to take you seriously, why, your silly little name. That's fine, you got a little chip on your shoulder and we're all supposed to cower and shake in our boots. Fuck that, I'm going to be everywhere in that ring, and with your lard ass, I wouldn't be surprised you don't grab at your heart and pull a Flair right then and there.

Ash: Let me tell you what I see, a man that doesn't take of his body doesn't care of himself. He doesn't have the self respect to keep himself inshape, and is due to insecurities and simple laziness. In this business laziness is going to get you last place. You having no respect for yourself gives us three the edge, sure, you're fat people strong but I'm still going to kick the living shit out of you. I'm going to embarass you the way the other kids did in school when you could no longer fit into your clothes and the bottom half of your stomach hung low past your shirt. You're standing in my way to greatness, ain't no fat piece of shit going to stand in my way. In my years in this business, I've faced greatness, I've faced legends, I've faced bottom of the card and I've faced tons of fat fucks like you. I know your weaknesses, seems like all of you are built the same. And when I beat your ass this week, you're going to go back to your carton of ice cream and bury your troules into some Rocky Road and get over it. While me, I'm fuckin' magic, I'm going to go into next week and face my opponent for the X-Core Championship qualifier. I will not go into that match a loser Primal, not because of you or any of the other three in this match. I'm too good for that. I'm one of the best this business has ever seen if not the best, and sure a lot of people say that, but I'm one of those motherfuckers that will not stop until I prove it.

Ash: You are called the Danish Destroyer, and really you just gotta laugh. You the fat ass are called the Danish Destoryer, and you have to think of the pastry, and if you go by that, then you're also the Donut Destroyer, the Pork n Beans Destroyer, The Cheesecake Destroyer, I mean really you could go anywhere with that. But even the world "Danish" as you mean it, you sound like a big bowl of boring. I get country pride, but it's a big fuckin' load of shit when it comes to you. I'm going to return you to Denmark the humiliation that you left. I'm goin' to take you out like there was a price on your head, and it's just another week for me. And your Metallica theme song is perfect for you, as when it comes to your existence in this world, it truly is, sad but true.

Ash: How scared am I supposed to be when you have the little mermaid on your entrance video. I'm like who the fuck is this guy, a thirty year old fat ass with a name that would easily come out from his favorite videogame.Which makes me think that this business is a game to you, that you aren't here to be a champion, you're here to embarass Denmark and represent them in the worst possible way. It is said that you don't let thoughts or emotions get in the way of a match, well I believe the thought part, you look like a moron and you also look like you drool into your own beard constantly. Also says there that you like to read, and I was thinking they still make those Highlight books,or maybe it's green eggs and ham, or pop up books. You have a peon brain, hence primal, and while you work on your primal instinct, I'm going to keep this about wrestling and get the one two three in this match in any way I can. I will win this match Chewbacca, you can bet money on it.

Poe notices the stairwell door knob start to turn back and forth.

Ash: Now I can understand why you changed your name to Primal, I mean when your name is Morten, and you're trying to get over as a big man, a monster, Morten is just not gonna work, eh Morty. Now Morty, I can respect that you're not going to be the normal ground and pound big man, and you learned more technique and holds, which I myself am no stranger to. And I'm going to try and not get into any of those moves, and I'm sure you smell like rotten bologna and really Morty, who wants to smell rotten bologna. To know that you don't bathe regularly, you have no social skills, you'd rather read and scream out your frustrations, I know I'm fighting Sloth from the Goonies with a beard. I don't have to kill you, I just have to get a three count, and Morty, deep down, you know I can get that three count. You may be primal, but you can be hurt, you are not invincible and I'm going to bring you down to your knees and slam your face into that mat so hard, even your beard is going to leave an imprint.

Ash: Let's see, you beaten a man named Chicken, and then Siren, a woman more than half your size and weight got you down for a two count and in the end you won by disqualification, yeah, that says monster all over it.

Ash shakes his head.

Ash: And then the sad part, in the main event, the very last Step Up show to be had under MPW, while all eyes were watching, while you were dealin' with Kried you turned around and it was over, Christian Carter pins you. And now what, to get your stroke back, you think we are here to feed your ego. Wrong pal, I'm in this match and now, all I'm going to do is make life worse for you. I'm going to send you further down that ladder and I'll do it with a fuckin' smile on my face. I'm not here for your ego, I'm here for mine and I will be taking you out.

Ash: Now let's get to Freddie Styles, another grappler, at 6'3 and 227 pounds, more my speed. A fan of wrestling since 4, again a man much like myself, but he makes a lot of mistakes. I've seen his matches and it's kind of a clusterfuck, just like the only reason they threw him into this match was to make it another number, and add to my body count. In his debut match Ms. Biguns hit him with a chair in the back of the head like he was a piece of shit and made him of no consequence to the match he was in. Only for Kurt Newman to get the win. I have to say that's quite a debut, but then I saw some promos and I realized that you are a boring, bland, middle of the road personality type of man. You're not willing to take a stand for anything, you are the vanilla of wrestling.

Mr. Kessell's muffled voice can be heard from the other side of that stairwell door. Ash laughs.

Ash: You've gotten opportunities Freddy, like last month at High Stakes, hey, who left with that number one contendership to the North American title, oh that's right, not you, because you were the very first one eliminated in the match. Wow, what a loser, you know I can see why I'm facing you in my second match here in the MPW, because you're not worth shit. I mean it's only my second match, but you've been here since the second Monday Night Main Event, what's your excuse. What can you possibly say that gives any kind of excuse as to why you don't have a title in this company.

Ash: You have even gone against our current World Champion Trey Baxter and came up short, and was that an opportunity for you, yes it was. You see, Step UP was made to create new stars because of guys like you, guys that couldn't reach that whole new level. You've hit your plateau as a wrestler and your well of talent just dried up. You've hit your peak and now management knows to make you a bottom feeder, a standard to get passed if you're going to even attempt to be anything in this company. Like if you can't beat Freddie Styles, you ain't going nowhere. That's a sad life to live Freddie, to know that you're being used because of your lack of talent. Because of your inabilities to become worthy competition, you are stuck as a puppet to this company. In this brand new company where things are happening daily, new faces, new management, new arenas, bigger venues than before as this company rises, and the last thing you want, is to be left behind. Now Chicken has the record he has, because he's a joke of a wrestler, and once again, you have no excuse.

Thuds are heard from the stairwell door as it they are trying to get to the roof to stop Ash.

Ash: Jeff Mouland really kicked your ass, just putting that out there. I mean, I'm listing off reasons for your decline in becoming any other than a weak link within the MPW. I mean you did beat Laura Tavares, but I mean, come on, was that really even a challenge. And the end all be all of showing this world how much of a pussy you truly are, you ran away from a match with Rye Pain. What the hell is wrong with you man, have your balls not dropped yet. You run from a fight, and it's a sport where that's all we do. You still take the loss, but you took it with a smile on your face, just like your wife does when I come over. It's amazing that you weren't.....oh wait, I get it. As much as we're supposed to take Thursday Night Takedown seriously, here we see Freddie Styles blatantly get "demoted" to our show. Was it because he was too scared of losing and getting beat up and he thought over here was safe, because we were newer contracts to this company. Or did management truly see just how fuckin' useless you were and give you TNT as kind of a last resort before giving you the final boot out of this company. I guess that remains to be seen, but as your past in mulitple opponent situations has proven, you're not going to be much a problem. Hey, maybe you'll run away like a bitch again and leave the real men to fight in that ring. We can only hope, because you see I want five star matches with those who step up their game. With me, a so called rookie in this company, those supposedly above me will learn quickly that they'll have to keep on their shit to even come close to being a problem for me.

Ash: Why do I say that, well Taufik threw you out of that ring like you were a piece of trash in that six man Television Roulette title match on Fusion, not to mention the other things I've mentioned and now, for some reason they are giving you another opportunity to prove yourself. And I can't bring myself to understand it.

Ash: And then we have "The Killer" from Canada who wears make up like a jackass. Some kind of a demented clown gimmick we as wrestlers never seem to get away from. I bet everyone watching this promo right now can go to at least five random other companies and you will see if not one demented clown gimmick, you'll even see multiple within the same company. It's like everyone had one unanimous thought and said yes we need this gimmick in our company and low and behold every company has one. But what's that mean for you Jeff Jackson, well it tells us the shortside of creativity that can come out of a human being. And then as I was cruising the website of our company, I saw that you were to be on the bill for the last Monday Night Main Event, and then I turn on the show and there's no match. Now I know management is agree about people not promoting their matches and I think that's fair, why should you get television time when you're not living up to your contractual duties. This match for you is your last chance Jeff, and in your head you might be long gone from MPW, totally forgetting this place even exists, I'll be the one sending you on the worst goodbye you've ever gone through.

Ash: You come out to a song called the Thing That Should Not Be....I guess it's because no one has come up with a song called The Thing That Never Was, because that better suits you and your place here in the MPW. You are no enigma, you are nothing to figure out, because you clown gimmicks are all the same. I've faced Twizted, Jingles, War Demon, Nail'd, and you know what, you were all the fuckin' same.

Ash look over the edge of the roof and sees cops parking below.

Ash: Every one of you in this match have something wrong with you. I have deal with Primal crying over hurting a woman named Kelly. And you have to go places to not hurt her and let your "primal rage" take over...

Ash mimics sleeping.

Ash: Yeah, I liked that part in the Incredible Hulk myself, however not so much that I'd make it my fuckin' personality in wrestling. That's why I don't believe in persona's, the man you see infront of you is the same man you'd see in the airport, at a bar, and in a match. Because I don't believe in this horseshit, it means you don't have a strong enough personality yourself that you have to create this alternate universe where you are actually interesting. Watching you talk to yourself and point out your scars and where they're from like anyone actually gives a damn, and you're actually sad that we just don't give a damn. I am Ash Soulsfate kid, to be in the ring with me, you don't got to bring your A game, you gotta bring 50 A games and pray to God I'm sick that day for you to even have a chance against me.

Hollering from YWA staff can still be heard.

Ash: You three are in for one hell of a night. You're not going to like the man that enters that ring with you, because it's become about proving a point and it would seem I have three points to make. Be ready for war, be ready to have to watch future Thursday Night Takedowns from your couches. I will make Thursday Night Takedown my show, as much as Christian Carter thinks he's the face of our new show, there will be a bidding of time and there will be a new X-Core champion, myself, and one by one titles will be mine until I make it to the limelight that MPW has been keeping from me. There only regret will be the money they could've been making had they taken their heads out of their asses to see me sooner.

Ash: Come the first episode of Thursday Night Takedown, you three will see greatness like you've never seen before. You'll see a man so determined to make a name for himself that he's going to put you through a hell only so few have seen or have even heard of. Nothing cliche like the lamb to slaughter, just a lot of blood and broken bones.

The cops finally burst the door open and all Ash can do is smirk as the camera cuts to snow.


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