Codair(c) vs Chase vs Prince vs Zion vs Tyler vs Hunt

[PWXonline]

6 Pack TLC Match
Hybrid Championship
TJ Codair(c) vs Anton Chase vs Matthew Prince vs Darin Zion vs Tiami Tyler vs Timothy Hunt

RP Limit: 2 per person

Deadline: 4-29-14 at Midnight CST


Story: Over the last month, TJ Codair has carried the Hybrid Championship and defended it with pride. The last few weeks, Codair has defended the belt probably the most it's ever been defended since it's glory days. The prestigious honor of the Hybrid Championship has been risen again! Codair has already fought against guys like Anton Chase and Matthew Prince. Guys like Darin Zion, who returned to the Hybrid division, has stated that he wants to make the Hybrid title what it used to be. Glorious. Tiami Tyler and Timothy Hunt fought a couple weeks ago in what everyone knew was a grudge match. All these stars in this match have faced each other in some caliber and have been entangled in this massive cluster fuck. All of them have one goal. To be Hybrid Champion. However, only one can emerge victorious. The one who climbs the ladder and grabs the prestigious Hybrid Championship will walk out the winner. The question remains though, just how far are all of these people willing to go for that championship?

[Prince]

Date: April 25th, 20XX 

Location: Classified  

Time: 1400 Hours 

As a commercial for Mega Nugs Nocturnal Noms comes to a close we are brought to a scene of the inner workings of a down-trodden warehouse in the middle of nowhere. Matthew Prince is seen standing in the middle of the spacious room where workout equipment can be seen filling every possible inch of free space. The equipment may be dated back to the 1970s, but it has been kept in immaculate shape. Matthew has spent the last thirty minutes inspecting every piece of equipment he plans on using in the middle of the warehouse. Coming to stand next to a bench for free weights, the man shifts his weight and moves to sit down on the edge of the bench. Static can be heard cackling across an old but large sound system installed throughout the entire ceiling of the warehouse. “God Particle” by Army of the Pharaohs begins to play in the background as Prince looks to the camera. 

“First things first, I need to air some things out regarding how my match last week went down. I was honestly looking forward to getting involved with Nikki Blade in the middle of the ring. All insults and ball-busting aside, the girl looks like she has a lot of potential. Then, some limp-dicked cockbreath by the name of Brian Hollywood decides to the jump the woman backstage with help from the balls of his nutsack that go by the names of Atwater and Zion. Seriously, assholes, three men kicking the shit out of a woman backstage? I honestly wish that I wasn’t already in the ring, for I would have circumvented the three of you from laying hands down upon her” Matthew Prince speaks as he stands up to his feet and picks up a fifty pound dumbbell from an adjacent rack. Sitting back down on the bench, he begins to lift the dumbbell in continuous repetitions. 

“I don’t give a shit what kind of beef you may have with Nikki Blade, but you now have beef with me. When I walked into this company I swore that I would kick ass from one division into another. So far I’ve been dicing through the ranks of the Hybrid Division. I hit a bump in my match against TJ Codair, which, by the way, I still believe was one of the biggest fluke calls I have ever been involved with in my entire professional wrestling career. Someone could have given me a Band-Aid and I would have been able to continue that match. No, some overly cautious referee decided to call the match and steal from me what rightfully belongs to me” Prince speaks as he returns the dumb bell to the adjacent rack and shifts towards the opposite side of the large workout area.  

“Now, the organization seems fit to place obstacles in front of me in regards to my rematch with TJ Codair. Instead of setting up the proper match, say, an Anything Goes No Disqualification Falls Count Anywhere match, they stick me in a six way dance with the Hybrid Division’s cannon fodder and TJ. Anton Chase? Isn’t he nothing more than a whipping boy for Codair and I to take out every once in a while to kick the dust out of? Anton may have been the Hybrid Champion at one time, but that just goes to show you the pathetic amount of talent that could be found in this company before the likes of Codair, Atwater, Ojeda and, well, me, showed up. It’s easy for a jewel to shine in the light when it is surrounded upon all sides with cow and whale shit. Someone needs to get in touch with Anton and tell him to step away from this match so that the big boys can have at it” Prince says as he comes to stand on top of a large wrestling mat. Hitting the foam, he spreads the fingers of his left hand out and starts to do one-handed pushups with his arm that was damaged in the match against TJ Codair. 

“Darin Zion, what have you done since I entered this company to deserve a chance to win the Hybrid Championship? Sure, I am new to this company and know little of its history. Yet, the last couple of weeks have shown me that you are an egotistical, power-hungry douchebag that needs to have an escort when he decides to kick the shit out of a woman before her match. Automatically you’ve already made it onto my shit list. From what I can see, you have a growing number of enemies looking to punch your ticket in this organization. You can add me to that growing list, and I’m personally going to see to it that you pay for that scumbag move you pulled on Nikki Blade last week” Prince speaks as the pace of his breathing begins to pick up. Beads of sweat are breaking out across his brow as he continues to push up his entire weight with just the strength of that damaged arm.  

“Tiami Tyler, I caught your match a couple of weeks ago against Timothy Hunt, and I was fairly impressed. You have a technical prowess about you that certainly plays to your advantage when facing opponents that look to overpower you. My research on you also come from a line of professional wrestlers. So, you’ve grown up around the business, which also would give you an advantage against the average talent trolling the Hybrid Championship Division. Yet….I am not like the average talent that is polluting the ranks of the Hybrid Championship Division. I am like a shark that is prowling the waters filled with guppies and bait fish. I’m the flawless predator that has been honed to an edge that would make a masamune blush. While you certainly have potential, you should do yourself a favor and bow out of this match before you become another obstacle standing in the way of my true objective” Prince states as the flesh upon his face is beginning to blush. Sweat is starting to pour from his brow, across his eyes down onto the wrestling mat beneath his body. Turning onto his back, he gives his arms a rest as he breaks into a set of crunches.  

“Timothy Hunt, someone else looking for his chance to have a shot at the Hybrid Title. I’m sure that Hunt was considered one of the top contenders for the Hybrid Title before I showed up in PWX and decided to show this company what true talent looks like. I’m not in the business of whipping women around the wrestling ring, but if they want to stand with the big boys, I’m all for that. Oh shit, I was talking about Timothy? I thought I was still on my rant about Tiami. It’s so easy to get the two of them confused, yanno? Oh shit, was that an insult directed at Timothy or Tiami? I can’t honestly tell at this point and in the end the two of you are just more shit thrown in the way of TJ and I. What the hell were the bookies smoking when they came up with this match, anyway? I damn near handed the perfect match of the night for the Pay Per View on a silver platter, but that idea just fell upon deaf ears. Either that or those in charge of figuring out matches has shit for brains and is too fucking moronic to see potential when it is placed before them” Prince speaks between a set of thirty crunches. Once he reaches his goal, he moves to stand back up to his feet. Walking over towards a punching bag, he begins to deliver quick combinations of punches and kicks to the bag, showing a heightened agility despite the size of his body.  

“So, I’m going to train for the next couple of days and see what the hell my competition has to say to me regarding their chances within this Six Way Dance for the Hybrid Championship. I myself will be preparing to drop each person standing in the way of the path between myself and TJ Codair. Face it…since the night I walked into this company and kicked the shit out of Codair, everyone has been talking about the two of us. The fans have been begging for a rematch between us ever since the way our last match ended. The fans want to know who would truly be the victor in a war between the two of us. It seems that I simply need to clear the chaff out of the ring before I give the fans the rematch they want to see. Remember, Codair, most people are afraid of fighting enemies that seem impossible to defeat…which is why most people’s names are never remembered in the annals of our history books. I’ll make history at The Initiative Pay Per View, and that history will be made on five bloody corpses of those who sought to challenge me” Prince closes as he delivers a fierce roundhouse to the punching bag, causing the rope holding it to split in half. Turning so that his back faces the camera, he walks off to the side as the shot fades into darkness.  

April 26th, 20XX 

Location: San Antonio, Texas 

Time: 1730 Hours 

As the sun is setting along the western horizon, we come to see Matthew Prince emerging from the tree line to the south of the log cabin that belongs to the Russian known as Mikail. Samantha had been spending the last couple of days catching up with the man while Prince went off to participate in his wrestling gig with PWX. The femme hadn’t mentioned a single word to him about his injury after taking note of it on the night the two of them first arrived at the safe house. He was almost certain that the woman was intending on confrontation him about that topic, but she had been distracted with catching up with a man that she seemed to view as her father. As he continues to approach the log cabin closing the distance with the back porch, a sudden and distinctive popping sound is heard followed by the instantaneous sound of glass shattering. A female scream breaks the silence of the peaceful, serine setting.  

Instantly his five senses kick into high gear as he breaks into a sprint across the dirt path that leads to the porch of the safe house. Leaning into the door with his right shoulder, he separates the door from the frame and crashes into the living room of the safe house. Mikail is sprawled across the carpet of the living room floor with blood pouring out from the back of his head. The size of the wound between his eyes tells the man that the round was subsonic but still equally deadly. Samantha is sprawled across the Russian’s body and sobbing her eyes out rather loudly. Another pop from outside the cabin is heard as a bullet goes whizzing by Mathew, barely missing his left temple. Dropping to the floor, he takes hold of Samantha and orients her so that the two of them are hugging the floor and facing one another. “We need to move, Samantha. Mikail is dead” he barks to the woman, attempting to snap her out of her sorrow. Within fifteen seconds the woman’s sobs grow quiet and her eyes narrowing into focused pools of vengeful wrath. Nodding to the man, her eyes move over to the coffee table that is not a half foot away from them.  

Prince crawls across the floor towards the coffee table while keeping his profile as close to the floor as possible. Another pop is heard from the tree line as a bullet smashes through another window and hits the couch directly behind Samantha and Prince. “There is a button underneath the coffee table. Push it” Samantha speaks to the man. Prince nods and brings his left hand underneath the coffee table. Finding the button she spoke of, he pushes it in. A mechanical release is heard following by the whirring sound of hidden gears. The top of the coffee table peels back to reveal a cache of weapons. Inside are two AKU-74s and a pair of MP-443 semiautomatics. Grabbing the pistols first, he tosses one across the floor to Samantha. The female agent quickly grabs the pistol, checks the chamber of the weapon and then takes aim towards where the silenced gunfire has been coming from. Squeezing off three rounds through one of the open windows, no silenced shots are heard for the moment as Prince produces the AK-74s from the hidden weapons cache.  

“God bless the Russians, they sure know how to make some great firearms..” Prince speaks to himself as he shuffles back towards Samantha with the assault rifles held between his hands. Tossing one over to her, he nods to order and signals for her to provide covering fire while he circles around through the back and strafes the location where the silenced shots are coming from. Popping up quickly, Samantha fires off five three round bursts from the assault rifle into the tree-line where they suspect the sniper is hidden. As Samantha provides him with covering fire, he moves around behind the couch and towards the back door. Just as he approaches the door, gunfire rips through the oak of the door and crashes into the couch. “Samantha, we’ve been flanked. Watch your ass!” Prince yells to the woman as he steps away and uses a rather large indoor planter as cover for the time being. The wooden door is ripped to pieces as a barrage of lead coming from most likely a squad machine gun crashes through it. Samantha cuts around to the other side of the coffee table, using that and the couch as cover from the ambush.  

Remaining completely quiet, Prince reaches down to the wooden floor with his left hand and begins to tap against it in a pattern that resembles Morse Code. He tells Samantha to remain in cover and play dead, he wants to lure the men into the cabin where things can get up close and personal. Samantha reaches down to the wood beneath her body and begins to tap a response out in Morse Code. She tells the man that she is not going to move until he tells her otherwise. Reaching into the coffee table, the woman produces an OC - 840 Voynik knife. Sliding it across the wooden floor, Matthew catches the blade by the hilt as he continues to remain hidden behind the large indoor planter. After several moments, voices can be heard outside the cabin. Prince’s eyes narrow as he recognizes both the language and the accent on it. “Southern LA Mexicans…what the hell are they using gang members to clean up company business…” Prince whispers to himself as the sound of footsteps are heard approaching the back door.  

As the door opens a heavily tattooed male in his early twenties enters the cabin with a Squad Automatic Weapon hanging via a strap from his shoulders. Clad in a bandana and baggy jeans, it appears that this male knows nothing of tactics upon the battlefield. Prince is able to deduce in seconds that this man is far from a trained soldier. He is nothing more than hired muscle armed with a shitload of firepower in hopes of making up for his lack of training and experience. Quickly pushing his AK-74 to the small of his back, Prince springs forth from the planter and buries the knife in his right hand through the man’s back up to the hilt of the knife. The blade instantly severs the heart as Prince reaches over and grabs a machete that the thug has strapped to his waist via a cheap leather holster. Ripping the knife off the thug, he buries it into the forehead of the second thug standing behind the point man. With two men dead in under five seconds, silenced gunfire erupts from the opposite side of the log cabin.  

“I guess that got their attention. What the hell is the Division using members of the Mexican Cartel to wipe us out!?” Samantha speaks across the cabin as she pops up from behind the coffee table and fires off another volley of rounds into the direction where the sniper shots are coming from. “They aren’t using Mexicans, they are using a man who often employs gang members for his more notorious operations. An operator that make his money exploiting the drug trade between Mexico and the United States of America” Prince speaks to Samantha as he picks up the SAW and scoots across the floor to Samantha “Which explains the military hardware. Tyson has access to all the most expensive forms of firepower ever since he formed his Para-Military Organization that is publicly traded on the New York Stock Exchange.” Samantha looks over to Prince as her face gets suddenly pale. “If the Division has managed to pay for TWO to wipe us out of the ledger books….we’ve seriously done something to piss them off. Mikail left a packet of information for us in the kitchen. It’s classified information regarding all the known operations run by the Division since its inception” Samantha replies as the silence is broken by another volley of silenced sniper shots that crash into the couch and coffee table.  

“Take this SAW and provide me with covering fire. I’m going to try and flank that sniper. Hopefully I can get some information out of him without having to cut his head off” Prince explains to Samantha. The woman nods as she takes the powerful machine gun from the man and sets it up upon the coffee table. Waiting for five seconds, Prince takes a breath and nods to Samantha. With a pull of the trigger the femme unleashes the devastating, full force of the fully automatic machine gun into the tree-line where the sniper shots have been coming from. The weapon has a box attached to it that is currently holding five hundred rounds, he hopes that is more than enough for the woman to use as he moves away to the back door. Stepping over the fresh bodies of the two thugs, Prince takes a moment to grab the large machete before he shoots forth into the woods surrounding the log cabin. Moving through the underbrush and along the trees like a snake stalking its prey, Prince makes sure to count off the rounds from the SAW so that he knows how much time he has to close with his target. He moves through the grass and woods like most people move through department stores and malls. 

Coming to a large stump of a tree, he notices a camouflaged form within a large amount of brush that would provide a perfect angle of assault. A Russian Dragunov sniper rifle is seen protruding from the brush. He watches as the rifle recoils with the muffled pop following suit. A cartridge is ejected from the weapon and the person responsible for the shooting catches the round and places it into a small pouch attached to his camouflaged body. That simple action alone shows the man that he is dealing with a professional behind that sniper rifle. While the two thugs he dropped in the cabin had no idea what they were doing, Prince knew that this sniper wouldn’t be such an easy tango to drop. It would be even more challenging considering that he intended to get information out of this man. Taking a breath, his grip tightens upon the hilt of the machete as he awaits for Samantha to unleash another burst from the SAW. As the sound of thunderous gunfire erupts once more, Prince awaits for the second where the last bullet is fired. Once that second occurs, he springs from the bushes and comes at the sniper. In a split second the sniper snaps out of his prone position and lifts a Glock 17 into the direction of Prince. A gunshot echoes across the massive forest as the scene goes to black. 

April 25th, 20XX 

Location: Classified 

1666 Hours 

The sound of exasperated breathing can be heard as the scene opens to show a path riddled with rocks and deadfall right in the middle of a large and spacious forest. Matthew Prince can be seen running along this path with a large plank tied across his shoulders and against his arms. He is attempting to jog along the path, at times even running with the tremendous weight upon his shoulders and difficult terrain underneath his feet. He is adorned in a white muscle shirt that has been torn to pieces and inundated with blood and sweat. A pair of torn and ripped jean shorts and boots complete his attire. His left arm is without any form of bandage or protection around it. The scar has already become bright pink, only serving a stronger reminder to the man of how much more he needed to improve mentally and physically for his upcoming match. As his chiseled abdomen is heaving to provide ample oxygen to his lungs, the male comes to sit down upon a large log. Wiggling his left wrist around, he manages to escape from the bonds of the rope around the large plank that had been suspended across his arms and shoulders. Dropping the wood to the forest floor, he sighs in relief as he looks up to the hazy sky above him.  

“You know, I can’t honestly remember the last time I saw a blue sky above me. I mean a true, honest to goodness pristine sky. I doubt I’m ever going to see one, ever again. The future generations that come to call this planet home are only going to know pain and suffering thanks to the greed and excess of previous generations. We have all lived like gluttons for far too long, and it now seems like we are going to reap what we have all sown…” Prince begins to speak as the man works on catching his breath. Looking away from the sky, his eyes come to focus upon the camera.  

“See….before entering this business, I was involved in things….working for the government in ways that would make most people second guess their entire life at any given point. I was forcefully taken into the Division after being scouted through my work within the Marine Corps. They saw potential in me and sought to hone that talent into something else entirely. Now, I find myself on the run from the same organization that has taught me everything that I know when it comes to survival and living on the run. I must admit that this duality within my life is starting to take its toll upon me. I’m finding it harder and harder to separate and discern my exceedingly different lifestyles from one another. The human mind can only endure so many hardships and burdens before it finally snaps in half like a brittle piece of kindling on the cusp of a roaring bon fire” Matthew continues to speak in a voice that is monotone and devoid of much emotion. This personality is a stark contrast to the one we normally see in the middle of the ring. Shifting his weight, he turns his head to the side which elicits a series of pops and cracks from his neck and spine.  

“Six people in the middle of the ring sounds like a double date gone completely wrong. My mind is still grasping at straws as I try to figure out who the hell honestly thought that this was going to be a good idea for a Pay Per View match, especially a match that has title implications with it. Sure, I’m certain there are fans across the globe and on the Interwebs that are pining at all the talent from the Hybrid Division that is going to be showcased in the middle of the ring. Yet….I could have given the fans something so much better. I want to elevate the Hybrid Championship to a distinction where a person would honestly be conflicted when deciding to pursue that or the Heavyweight Championship. There is certainly some talent that can be pulled out of the dregs of the current competition for the Hybrid Division. The problem is removing that talent from the waste around them” Matthew continues to speak as he brings his head back to a normal resting position. The digits connected to his right hand begin to drum against his right knee while his lips begin to whistle the Star Spangled Banner.  

As he finishes his whistling, he pushes up to his feet and starts to walk along the dirt path within the woods. Reaching to his left arm with his right hand, his digits brush against the scar he received only a few weeks ago. “While I found myself chomping at the bit like a rabid dog to get my hands on TJ Codair once more, it seems I will instead be thrown into a roulette wheel where any individual can get lucky and steal the title away in the blink of an eye. I will have to be quick in my feet and try not to focus on a single opponent in the middle of the ring. Each person standing in the middle of the ring brings a separate skill set that could potentially make them a challenge to the others. Yet….these skills mean little to me. The four other hacks tossed into the ring with TJ and I are just going to be in the way of the real battle that all the fans wish to see” Prince continues to speak while rubbing his hand along the scar that runs the length of his left arm. He almost seems to be petting the scar like an individual would pet their beloved dog or cat.  

“It appears to be that there are two forces within this company that are fighting for completely control and authority within the PWX. Brian Hollywood and Darin Zion seek to abolish any forms of dissent or unrest that may be forming within the company. Tell me, Brian and Zion….what is the root cause of fellow wrestlers rebelling against those who represent the authority within this organization? The two of you must have done some heinous shit to piss off the likes of John Ojeda and TJ Codair. They are two men who stand at the top of the mountain of competition within this company, and it seems that the two of them are upset with the way you govern this organization. I myself am still new here…so it would be unwise for me to step out of the shadows and cast my name into either lot vying for control within this company. Yet, the first thing I learned as a growing man is to spot a cockbreath. Zion, you seem to hug Hollywood like a jockstrap, so that tells me you’re sustained on a daily supply of cock and balls that probably causes you to need a mint or some binaca. Oh, yes, I just went there” Matthew pontificates as a shit-eating grin curls from one ear to another as he turns to face the camera with the forest as his backdrop.  

“Anton Chase, as previously mentioned, I already whipped you from one turnbuckle to the other in my debut within the PWX. Since then I suffered my first loss thanks to a referee making a fluke call and won my follow-up match in a way that left a horrible feeling in my stomach. Like when you eat some really spicy wings with a pitcher of beer and then wake up the following morning with liquid fire shooting out of your ass. This match at the Initiative Pay Per View will be the match where I finally make a name for myself. Anton, you just need to go away, there is a new dog in the pound when it comes to the Hybrid Division. Tiami and Hunter, there is potential in the two of you, but we need to make sure that you are not corrupted by the likes of Darin Zion or Brian Hollywood. The way I see it is like this….there is a war coming, and sides are going to be taken. I’ve experienced conflicts like this before, conflicts that pitted brother against brother and family against family. When the dust settles there is only one side that can claim victory and total control. Zion, Brian, it would be wise for you to find some actual talent to bring onto your side before you are annihilated by Codair and Ojeda. I honestly wonder where you are going to be able to find someone with both the strength and talent to stop the stemming tide that seeks to wipe out everything that you hold onto so dearly in regards to the PWX. As the battle lines are drawn the talent is going to be forced to take a side. Choose wisely” Prince speaks with a depth of wisdom and knowledge to his voice. His demeanor and personality shifts around like rays of light being shined through a diamond.  

“At this point you’re all probably wondering what type of spell I’m under….where is this confidence coming from? It’s simple, really. I know that I am better than ninety percent of the individuals put before me as a challenge and I am simply biding my time, waiting for my opportunity to strike when no one expects it. Darin, Tiami, Hunter, Anton, ya’ll want a beef with me? Take a fucking number. I’ll get to each of you in due time and finish you off like morsels before the victory feast. Once the chaff is out of the way, TJ Codair will meet an Impossible Brutality” Prince finishes as he turns away from the cameras and disappears into the trees of the forest. Within seconds the camera looses him, the camera man moving up and down the trail to get a shot of Prince walking away. Finally, the scene fades into darkness.   

[codair]

Rising Tide Martial Arts Studio
Tampa, Fl.

The scene opens up as TJ Codair is seen sitting in the middle of a room, legs crossed arms resting on his lap. A look of amusement is seen across his face as his arm is heavily taped up around his shoulder and down his side. A sadistic grin comes across it, as he stands up, the black gi pants he is wearing has an image of a wolverine running down the side of the leg as the background becomes more clear and a Giant Dragon is seen painted onto the wall. Right underneath it, all along the walls mirror, in the mirror you can see reflections of the student practicing there katas, as the camera comes back to Codair who pushes his arms down in front of him in a stance.

" MATTE."

All the students stop instantly as TJ Codair stands there looking them over.

"Discipline, honor, respect, three things everyone needs to remember every time they protect themselves in the ring, or on the street. Discipline, to remember your training, honor for yourself, respect for the person coming at you. You do not respect them, they have already won. Arrogance is an amazing advantage for someone coming at you, and in turn becomes your greatest enemy. Sun Tzu once said "To fight and conquer in all your battles is not supreme excellence; supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy's resistance without fighting." There is no need to throw a punch, or kick at a man to win a battle where someone is coming at you with a knife. in times of need it is always better to make your attacker to be disarmed, taken down, restrained. That is the best way."

A student steps forward as Codair stops immediately.

"Master, with no disrespect. What you do professionally you entice and demoralize your enemies before engaging them in combat. You do not practice what you are telling us to do."

"You are right, now one more quote from Sun Tzu. A quote I want you all to think about. "If your enemy is secure at all points, be prepared for him. If he is in superior strength, evade him. If your opponent is temperamental, seek to irritate him. Pretend to be weak, that he may grow arrogant. If he is taking his ease, give him no rest. If his forces are united, separate them. If sovereign and subject are in accord, put division between them. Attack him where he is unprepared, appear where you are not expected." In my profession, it is a whole lot easier to get under someone's skin to get them to make a mistake, there for I can capitalize and make them lose the battle quicker then what I could if I attempted to reason with them rationally. Deception, is the best defense there for you make an opponent doubt themselves,then you can take them."

The Art of War

The scene opens up as TJ Codair is seen looking over the match card for Initiation as he starts to chuckle to himself. He is wearing a new T-shirt Fear The Machinehead, with a picture of himself holding an opponent in the Machinehead Crossface. The Hybrid Championship title hanging on his right shoulder. Codair is also wearing a pair of blue jeans, and a baseball cap, a black hat with the Boston Red Sox logo on it, as his cell phone begins to ring, as he takes it and answer it.

"Yeah, I have seen the card for the show. No, trust me, I am not happy about the giant cluster fuck I now find myself in. Nothing like a sure fire way for the troops to come and take my title away from me. I mean seeing as well I been the only worthy fighting Champion this company has seen in a long time when it pertains to this division. I got ya man, alright, talk to ya later."

Codair looks at the card again and shakes his head and laughs to himself again.

"Oh the lengths you will go to take away the Hybrid Championship from me Hollywood. IT is sad and pathetic. What did you realize that a single one on one was not going to be nearly enough to take me down. So you figure you would better the odds by making a six pack TLC match. Christ, I'm going to need a 6 pack just to get through the first few minutes of this giant shit you have taken on this company. You should be thanking me, not sticking my ass in this fucking fiasco. I did what so little around here have been willing and able to do with this title. Bring back it's honor and make it the god damn work horse title it should be. Instead though, you decide to attempt to punish me. One day you will learn that I am not a man to be fucked with. Neither is John Ojeda or his old lady. Don't worry ya prick we will get ya. Means I just start by tearing apart your challenges, and gopher slapping your prairie dog business partner Darin Zion."

Codair stops and chuckles for a moment as he looks at the camera.

"Gopher slapping, well that's a new one. Darin Zion, oh my god, you are the biggest pain in the balls I have yet to see. Your a follower, you think your a master manipulator but your not even close to being that. Your an idiot dressed in a monkey suit. Your a douche bag and a coward who on a three on one jumping session attack on Nikki. My FRIEND, MY FRIENDS OLD LADY, A genuine good person, a class act girl who is all about this fucking business, who is all about this fucking company, and you treat her like this. You are nothing more then a fucking coward who deserves nothing more then to be treated as such. You are fucking hopeless human being who has nothing to gain from doing this legit."

Codair cracks his neck.

"Of all the people in this match, oh I hate you the most because you are the one type of piece of shit I despise the most. Your what exactly again. A co-owner, an office type, and you beat women to which they become battered, bloody and broken. For that you god damn son of a bitch, I will have your fucking head."

Codair glares at the camera.

"I have no rage though, more or less outrage at the fact that you are the coward that you are. The fact that you, Hollywood and Atwater have done what you have done. Then again I have a lot more towards you for the way you seem to have exerted yourself into the things that you should not be in. Dare I say you were the one that set up this nice little competition I now find myself stuck in. 6 pack challenge, sounds more like a cowards way of regaining the Hybrid title Darin, that's all it sounds like to me. Is it because you too old to actively go anymore, or the desk job gotten ya soft in your old age? I would say you have, cause lets face facts, if it takes three men to expertly beat up on a woman like you three did, your more of a pussy then I truly thought you were. Dunno if I'm impressed with the show of pathetic ness, or if I'm disappointed that it wasn't me that you were all jumping like a pack of coyotes going after a lost fucking cat."

Codair shakes his head in disbelief as he continues on.

"Now if I were the man, that I wish I could be I would actually try to forgive you for the act you pulled. However the problem is I ain't God, there is no forgiveness here. What ya done is gone above and beyond the call of being a douche bag and focused solely on ruining just who the fuck you are. Maybe that nut shot with the bat a couple of weeks ago put things into perspective for you. Maybe it showed you that in fact you are nothing more then a suit and a crock of shit. Don't you worry though, there is no desk protecting you this week. Even though you have made it quite easy to get at you. Do I need to remind you of a few weeks ago when I took a bat to ya. Yeah, you remember that don't ya. You remember the feeling of having your balls crushed until you gave in to my demands, and thought that maybe just maybe it would seal my fate. Oh how crushed where you when the match was ended because Prince had to seek medical attention. You saw that there was no longer a way for Codair to lose the title through a singles match, no matter what kind of stipulation. Is it scary that I can go as hardcore as I need to. So why not get Hollywood to make it a six man match, and lets toss in weapons that way we can make sure that there is no chance in hell Codair leaves with the Hybrid Championship. Well unfortunately for you, I have no desire to drop the belt anytime soon, and there for your pitiful attempt will prove to be futile at best. Do I think that you made this match? Yes, you know why because there was no other way for you to become a four time Hybrid Champion. Pathetic, that you have to reach so far into your bag of tricks to find a certain something worth while to actually get a chance to do it. To me, that shows that you know, as well as management knows that you have a slimmer then fuck chance on taking me on one on one, when we both know you ain't a contender for the title."

Codair gets a smirk on his face as he shakes his head, then looks to the left of him at a couple of young wrestlers pass through the back. They look at him in fear as they want to approach him, but stop short, and just turn away.

"Now if I were a betting man, id say that you think your odds are greatly increased in this match, I mean lets look at it. Timothy Hunt, Anton Chase, Tiami Tyler, Yourself, the only two that actually are known to be legit bad asses are myself and Matthew Prince. Sure, you can twist and turn it any way you wish but the fact of the matter is this. What kind of claim can you make that proves me and Prince are not the two baddest mother fuckers in this ring. The funny part is I hate that fucking guy, and I am still coming out and saying he is one of the baddest mother fuckers here. You should be trembling because you and I know both that this will turn on a 4 on 2 match, the problem is, and I am quite sure I can put Prince in this same boat. Those odds are fine with us, cause when we are done laying waste to the four of you fucking idiots. We will just turn around and finish unfinished business, cause to be honest, I want a piece of him, the rest of you are just thrown into a main event match because of a management decision to make the Hybrid division match up something better."

Codair chuckles for a moment and then cracks his neck the other direction.

"It is to bad that no one actually seems to understand the whole concept of a match, if you were to make a better match going with the wrestlers we have, you wouldn't toss in Tiami Tyler or Timothy Hunt, what the hell have the done in the division. You wouldn't put Anton into this match, because he has not been anything more then a nuisance in the division, and you wouldn't put Darin Zion in on this because all he is good for is being a glory hound. Constantly pushing himself into positions that do not concern him. Sad part is, I have seen this type of behavior before Darin. Nice to see your channeling your inner Caliban."

Codair shakes his head.

"Now don't get me wrong Darin, I understand that I have been quite busy the past few weeks, defending my Hybrid Championship against Chase and Prince, and going the limit with the both of them, however the fact is this. I think that you assume I maybe running out of steam. That I am growing tired, that you stand a chance against me no that I find myself in the predicament that I am. Oh, you have no idea how amused I am. You have no idea that this is the reason I came to the PWX. I got the longevity and the ability to just keep on going and keep on fighting against any and all people with my title up for grabs any and every time. I am the one of the baddest mother fuckers here, and it appears I have to show all of you why again. It is amusing as fuck to me. I guess that means that I will just have to keep on trudging though the fox hole a bit."

Codair lights up a cigarette as several people walk by giving him a dirty glare. Codair just shakes his head and flips them off, as they go off muttering something.

To claim that you are something better then what you are is a slap in the face to the people who actually compete now. You know why, you are not a wrestler, not anymore. Hell for that matter I dare say when you were actively competing you were not a wrestler then either. I'd almost say you were a man that found yourself in positions that you could take advantage of. So you know a few moves, congratulations. That don't make you a wrestler, that just puts you in league with Anton Chase."

Codair pauses a moment then focuses his attention back to what he is saying.

"Anton Chase, the next person I want to speak of. The little engine that could not of the PWX. A former Hybrid Champion himself, a man I beat last week to retain my title. He started to look good in that match against me. Until I finally got my shoulder relocated. Until I started to get going in our match, The fear that came across your face when my shoulder went right back into joint was amusing as fuck. You know why, it was a look of "I got this, I got Codair on the ropes. I am going to win, this is going my way for once, finally, OH FUCK." Then it all seemed to fade away into nothingness. Oh you had me on the ropes for a bit, but that was so you felt stronger. To give you false hope, so that I could think. I gave myself enough time to figure out what to do, and how to do it, and what happened. You became the victim of yet another failure. You should be used to that by now shouldn't you. I mean I get it is hard at times, to lose as much as you do. You are the most unpromising underdog this federation has ever seen, and yet for the life of you, you could not be a better wrestler. It is sad, really it is. It is sad to see that through your constant struggles, you will be forgotten just as quickly as the Shatterstar that put you down and out in our last match."

Codair takes a drag off his cigarette and readjusts his Hybrid Championship on his shoulder.

"Anton, all though a few weeks ago, I was pushing you. Trying to actually give you some praise, and trying to boost your spirits a bit, I have come to a conclusion about you. One that you should be very well aware of. That you are, and will always be nothing. You will not leave anything behind once you finally leave this place. Instead it will be a sigh of relief from everyone knowing that no longer will you taint the competition here. To say that you being in this company is a black mark on the roster is an understatement. Because that would actually say that you have some sort of talent. We all know that to be false, I already made sure to take that out of the equation. Much like I took out your Wrestling God status, which I found very amusing you did not even bother to mention anything about it like you normally do in your last promo. Maybe the realization was to much for you to bare. That you were no god, that you were not a person of class. There for you decided that maybe you should stop acting like it. Denial is a hard thing, and the first step is to admit that you are nothing, and try to regain composure from that."

Codair takes another drag off his cigarette as he looks at the camera.

"Who am I kidding though. We all know that none of what I am saying is getting through that thick skull of kid, why because lets face it. You know it all right. You know what you have to do and how to do it because that is the arrogance you show at a near constant basis. You are pathetic, and you and I know that. We all know the truth that you will never be anything more then just a punching bag for everyone here in the PWX. So do us a favor, take that in. Learn your place, and stop acting like you are something more then what you are. All you are a doing is insulting your friends and family. "Well how am I insulting my friends and family?" You may ask yourself, as your staring into the monitors in the back, or glaring at your computer scream getting all huffy puffy like you do. Well lil Anty, let me tell you how. Because every time they say yeah that's my boy, yeah he's going to be big time some day, you fail. Almost just as miserably as your last girlfriend that decided she wanted a real man and got with ya. She quickly figured out that she was with the wrong guy and ran off with a postal worker."

Codair laughs for a moment, then stops and shrugs.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I made up that last part about the girlfriend thing, we all know he is a virgin. Regardless, women actually wanna feel something, and much like his matches, much like his entire life, he came up short in parts. It don't help his balls any though, from now on. Anton Chase will no longer be considered by anyone as "The Wrestling God" Anton Chase, from now on, and you can all quote me on this one. So grab your pen and paper and right it down, specially all you column writers out there. Anton Chase will now be referred to as "The Baby Dick." Anton Chase."

Codair glares at the camera as a sadistic grin comes across his face.

"With that being said, I can now move into my next lil joke of Anton Chase, the fact that as of the last match, where he was going all Darth Vader and doing the dark side bit in a feeble minded attempt to actually make me nervous. Anton, did you get the sand out of your mangina yet. If not, the Vinegar is in the cabinet, and the water can be found almost anywhere. All you need is a bottle and you can help yourself out considerably. Let alone save the rest of us a headache. Your little attitude change came way to late, and couldn't save your career even if you came up with an upset win over David Wilson."

Codair takes another drag off his cigarette as he puts it out at the bottom of his shoe. Then takes the empty butt and throws it into the trash.

"Don't you worry Baby Dick, I am done harassing you for the time being. Now it is time for me to focus on Timothy Hunt. A man I actually really have no idea who the hell he is or what he is doing in this division for that matter. I guess every time his match comes on I find myself watching something else, like the weather channel or something. I guess that is just the luck of the draw for me. Cause from what I have seen, what I have heard and all that crap, I think I am better off with doing so. Aside from the whole Teej turn on the monitors at ADR 75 two weeks ago, where ya attacked Tiami Tyler after the match in which I guess you lost. Grabbed a table, a can of gas and a match, set it on fire and were going to end Tiami. However Brian Hollywood galiantly comes to Tiami's aid and saves the day like the knight and shiny white armor that he is. Aw, ya know I looked on when I was told to turn on the tube and was glued for a moment. I was thinking ok, this is fucking great, but instead of actually doing the job, ya just stood there like an imbecile and let Tiami get away. Ya let the terrified look she had on her be an image, that has been viewed quite a bit. You scared her, but couldn't pull the trigger. You see that is what I hate about a lot of people now. All they do is talk about shit, and not do it. They let the moment happen and there it is, they enjoy it but don't pull the trigger. It is like those annoying movies where the killer explains everything to the final victim when he should just say fuck it and kill em. Pisses me off, cause I'm the asshole that always roots for the bad guy in movies."

Codair takes the Hybrid Championship Title off his shoulder and holds it up to the camera.

"Welcome to the division Tiny Tim, allow me to explain to you the rules of the road here. You ain't good enough, bad enough, or mean enough to actually hold this title and do what I have done already with it. You know why that is, because you lack the tenacity required to actually do the job I have done thus far."

Codair puts the title down and looks at the camera.

"You must be insulted, I mean shit, here you were about to burn Tiami Tyler. The result of what, 6 years off aggression and hostility between the Hunt and Tyler families. that don't make you a bad ass, or terrifying. Or shows you have the tenacity. It just shows your trying to end a blood feud. That is all you got, is that against Tiami, so what the hell are you doing in my god damn division. Who knows, maybe it is just a way for Hollywood to potentially raise the odds for someone of the Establishment to get the title, and to make it worthwhile, he put you in for Tiami to beat again. Seeing as well the little wench ain't got a chance to take me."

Codair starts to talk to himself, as he counts down all his fingers..

"Two members of the Establishment, Two PWX loyalists, I guess we can call Chase and you Tiny, a man hell bent on death and destruction who is a sick fuck, that would be Prince, and then there is me."

Codair raises his middle finger to the camera.

"Do I know how to describe myself right now in this situation aside from royally annoyed that I got thrown into this kind of situation with apparently no way of survival. Seeing as 5 people will be gunning to end my reign as the Hybrid Champion. That you Timothy are now a competitor in the division that I have breathed new life into. Because Nikki Walton lets face it made the title more fashionable then anything. John Pariah before hand provided tried to be a champion, however failed to be more then what he was. Maybe it was just the competition that got to him. Stryker was the champ before John, and probably held onto it better, however he still lost to Pariah, and well, he took the title off David Wilson, who held it for a total of two weeks, taking the title of Anton Chase. Lets face it Tim, you could compare to the last two, but as of right you can't compare with me. Get over it, its a hard lesson that I am afraid your going to have to learn now. I am the Hybrid Champion, I am the guy to beat right now, I am the work horse of this company. In turn, the past two matches I have wrestled, my title has been up for grabs, how many of these slobs in the back have the balls to actually do that. None, you know why Tim, because they are all afraid of losing it. Me on the other hand, I welcome competition, and it will be marked down on the history books no matter what, that if I were to lose this title, and that is a big if. If I were to lose this title at Initiation. It took five people to dethrone me. How many people can say they been on a streak that insane that to make sure the job got done. The front office threw everything they had at them. Timothy, if given half the chance, do you think you could actually make that type of impact?"

Codair shakes his head no.

"You see Tim, you are just caught in between a bit of a power struggle, its The Establishment and Anti-Establishment, and the Initiative, a name aptly used for the pay per view is to dethrone Codair and John Ojeda by any cost. There for you are a pawn in this little grudge, a pawn that could potentially cash in on this little game of cat and mouse. However I don't foresee it happening. Mainly because you are just that, a pawn. If you were to, I almost expect you to lose the title just as quickly as you were to gain it, and going by the Establishment, they would keep me as far away from the title as possible. At least they got some sense. However the fact is this, you gotta win this match. A Fiet you could not possibly do. This is a giant obstacle to me, something I will surpass no matter the odds, no matter the challenge. I will retain my title, and I will continue my reign as the Hybrid Champion. Tiny, you ain't got a chance in the world to dethrone me, even if you decide to set things on fire you little pyro."

Codair stops for a moment and then thinks to himself as a sadistic grin comes across his face.

"However, if you want to do me a favor, and set a table on fire, I would be more then willing to shove Zion's face in it and hold it there for a moment or two. Let's face it, that would melt away the cosmetic surgery he has had over the years, may make him look more real then what he looks. Fuck for that matter, you and I can join forces for a moment, I will hold Zion, you get Tiami, we can burn em together. Yeah, and then after we can roast marshmallows. That would be fun wouldn't it. Ah who am I kidding, I ain't gonna work together with anyone in this match, why because I just don't like anyone really in this match. I think all of you guys in this match are just a shear waste of my time with the exception of Matthew Prince. Why, because he seems to be the only competition in this match. No that was not a lead up to you Matt, not yet. So stop listening intently. Tiny Tim, I want you to know something, when I retain my title. Earn your shot, just like Baby Dick, I will grant you the opportunity at the title, all you gotta do is show that you are worthy of the opportunity and I will let ya come for it. Hell I will even allow you to name the stipulation. However I want you to be fully aware of this one little fact, you are not ready to take on the likes of me. Nor do I think you will ever be ready to take on the likes of me. Don't take it personally, I am just that much better then you will ever be. So if I were you, after this match, you should focus on dethroning someone a little less challenging. May not be a bad idea for you to get yourself a tag team partner and get yourself in the tag division, you may find comfort there."

Codair stops for a minute, then pulls a bottle of water out from his back pocket, he opens up the top and takes a drink of it.

"Sorry all this talking is making me a bit thirsty, however next on my little list of potential champions I have to beat in order to secure my legacy and my reign is Tiami Tyler. The rival of Tiny Tim, the cream in Hollywood's coffee. The woman of the PWX, the heart and soul of this match, the ah fuck it I ain't gonna fluff her ego any more. Tiami, when I am finished and retain my title. I am going to take a victory lap in your snatch. I know, I should not want to boldly go where everyone has already been before but Tiami, but I am curious. I am curious how long has it been sense you actually had a real physical challenge. Oh, sorry, I actually wasn't talking sexual at that point, I was talking about match wise. We all know you been stretched beyond belief already there for not even the entire roster of the Tampa Bay Rays could satisfy you. However, this is not about your currant sex life, this is about the fact that you have seemingly been placed into this match in hopes that either you or Darin can walk out with the Hybrid Championship. You see that is not going to happen, and the reason behind that is this. Darlin, after I am done tearing down all my adversaries. I am going to climb up the ladder and take down what is rightfully mine. An honor I have that is reserved for the Hybrid Champion. An honor that will be defended and come back to me at the end of our match. You know why that is. Because I am the rightful holder of the title. I am the one that has brought the glory back to the division. I am the one that has pushed this division further in the month I have been a champion then the prior champions of the past. I have defended it on TV, in front of the fans and helped given two pay per view quality title defenses on TV. I am money for this company, and you idiots are trying to take the title away from."

Codair just shakes his head in disbelief.

"So the next time you have a meeting with Hollywood, feel free to tell him from me, that he is welcome for bringing the prestige back to the division, and that it won't come off of me anytime soon, because I am not done fixing the mistakes of the past. You winning the title, wouldn't be a mistake Tiami. It would be a fucking insult to everyone in the wrestling world right now. Don't take it personally, but I would much rather see the title on Matthew Prince then I would on a broad that has blown her way into this competition. It's alright though, you have fucked and sucked your way into this match up because that is the only chance you have to actually become the Hybrid Champion. Doll, you ain't got a chance against me in a singles match, you and I both know that. Don't take it personally though. Not a lot of people do stand a chance against me in a straight up match. The only two loses I got under my belt was when Hollywood interfered in one match, and Elijah Black who beat me when I was having other issues elsewhere. So two losses against the many wins I have had sense I have been here. Oh sorry, I lost the match against Chase cause I got dq'd that is right. I forgot about that one. Oh right, that wasn't worth remembering because it was a single onslaught match. Me trying to kill the little punk because I felt froggy. Whatever it stands. Tiami, you got a chance of a lifetime as long as you can sneak past the other five to get to the ladder to climb up and reach for the stars. Oh, isn't that a sight. Tiami reaching for the stars rather then reaching under a desk."

Codair cracks his neck.

"Don't take it personally Tiami, I don't believe in dreams anymore either, all I believe in is the here and now, and right now. Your looking at the future of this company. Unfortunately for a large sum of the group, the future of this company has come from the past and done shit his way, the old school way, with a new school mentality. However that has been the way I have been for 19 years. Oh I have changed over the years, become a bit more violent. I have been a bit more outspoken. However I say the things that no one else has the balls to say or do. I say the things that everyone wants to say however can not muster the courage to say. I am the guy blocking every wrestler in this company from even being in the position to face of against John Ojeda and actually deserve it, you know why. I am for the most part, unbeatable in a straight up match. There for, who the fuck deserves a shot at Ojeda more so then me. No one, and you know what's funny about all of that. That match will not come to happen, because I am the Hybrid Champion, and he is the World Champion. Tiami, does that piss you off? Knowing full well that you will not be able to gain that achievement as long as it is a singles match. Knowing that as far as you are concerned you do not hope to be anything more then just a desk bobber. Oh I know, your married with a kid at home. Yeah, yeah, I get it, ya don't do that type of thing. Right and I don't drink and smoke cigarettes. Fact is Tiami, regardless of what you say. The look of terror in your face when Hunt lit that table up, proves you ain't got the guts to do what needs to be done in our match. I hope you fully understand, and have accepted that fact."

Codair takes another chug of his water as he opens his eyes wide.

"I am sure you have heard it though, the "Don't worry baby, you will be the next Hybrid Champion, just keep sucking. Yeah, I love it."

Codair makes a hand gesture of his hand behind a head at his crotch.

"The insinuation is there about you and Hollywood, I just made sure it came to light, because all the talk in the back and no one ever really pushed the issue because they were afraid of the outcome. Well Tiami, there is not a man alive I fear in this world. You know why, because I am one of the scariest mother fuckers to piss off because I will do anything I have to do to survive. No matter the cost, no matter the reward. I am a survivor, I am the ultimate survivor, because I am the ultimate fucking machine. For years I was called a wrecking machine, and that is what I did. I wrecked bodies, I wrecked dreams, I wrecked careers. Tiami, I ain't looking to wreck your body or your career because you are not a threat to me. Matter of fact, you don't even come into my cross hairs as a potential candidate of being a challenger to me. So in your case I will just wreck your dream, and drive it back into that head of yours and make sure it stays as that, a dream. Press it darlin, and I will turn it into a fucking living Nightmare. Why, because that is what I do, figure I will be a bit of a gentlemen and give you that fair warning."

Codair gets a smile on his face.

"I do not wear white gloves, I do not watch what I say, I do not fear anyone. I am like a runaway train that no one can seem to just catch. I am the guy that continues going forward leaving a trail of beaten bodies in my path, because that is what I do and how I do it. I am the man to beat right now in this company and guess what. There is no obstructed views in my path. There is just 5 people lying on the track waiting to be run over. Tell ya what though, the day you decide to open up your eyes a bit, and get away from the losing side, come talk to me, and maybe just maybe we can reach an agreement on what kind of use I can make of you and see if your worth while keeping around. Even if its just an arm piece. Cause pure and simple, I don't see any kind of use coming out of you besides your mouth and the wet hole you have between your legs."

Codair just shrugs as he starts to talk again.

"Finally the last opponent in this match, Matthew Prince, a man I squared off against a couple of weeks back for a Three Stages of Hell match, in which became nothing more then a brutal mess. Blood, sweat, anarchy. What a sight to behold that was. Matthew Prince, I will agree with you, this should have been a rematch. This should not have ever become what it is. This six man challenge is a fucking joke to me, and there for it should be a joke to you as well. You see out of the six challengers, your the one I am solely keeping my eyes on because you are the main challenge I have in this match. You are the man to make sure can't get up the ladder and take my title. You are the man I have to watch out for because you are the scariest one of the bunch. Your the one that apparently has no problem getting a bit dirty. Your the one that is not afraid to bleed and shed it all over the ring. You are the guy that came in and immediately came right after me knowing full well the old adage of go after the biggest dog you can find. Amazing how jail house rules seem to apply here in the PWX. Now everyone is afraid to mess with you because of that little move you did at the fallout show we had after I won the title and got dq'd for snapping on "Baby Dick" Chase. Hey, who hasn't done a bold move to make a statement, let alone an entrance."

Codair gets a smirk on his face as he continues to speak.

"So hear we are Prince, your second opportunity at gaining the Hybrid Championship. In a less then appropriate way. You see Prince, you and I have some unfinished business. Which at the pay per view, we will finish. That I promise you, we will finish this. So if the rest of the idiots in this match were at any way intelligent, which you and I both know they are not. They will stay as far away from the two of us as they possibly can. Which of course, they will not. So I guess that means before you and I can finish what we started, we are going to have to rip apart the rest of the clowns first. However as far as I am concerned, it will turn out to be the two of us against the four of them. Which should be nothing more then an annoyance, after we lay waste to em. We can finish what we started and get to figure out just who is better and why. Now, you and I got a bit of hostility towards each other. SO much so that even Stevie Wonder sees it. Fact is though, I gotta admire your cunning spirit just a bit. You have officially become a royal pain in my ass, and you know it. You have gone ahead and made sure that you of all people are on my radar and that has landed you in the position you are in now. Why, well it ain't because you deserve the opportunity. It is because you have taken the opportunity. It was not a reward, it was a god damn hostage. That is the type of spirit the rest of the clowns here in the PWX can take a lesson from. However they are all hard headed and would not know a good thing if it kicked them in the balls, or in some cases kicked em in the ovaries. Fact is though, Prince. You have helped bring this division up to a brand new level. Along side myself, in which the fans and everyone else has seen. The Hybrid division has become the work horse division due to the outstanding violence that has come from it, and the blood thirsty fans have enjoyed. Even the ones you squirted with your very own blood the other night."

Codair takes a sip off his water

"I have not single handedly brought the Hybrid Division out, you were there to be a very formidable adversary, and now the fans like you have said have wanted to see more. They want more of Codair vs. Prince. Because they know they will truly get a show that they want to see. Not no half cocked bull shit match that we find ourselves in now as a feeble minded attempt to ensure I don't walk away the winner. Even though, everyone of the fans is either voting for me, and pulling for me. Then again, if it were not me. It would be you Prince, your the only other person in this match that anyone expect to actually walk out as the champion because of the impact you have made. See first and foremost the plan would be to take out the two of us Prince, which would give Zion the opportunity he needs to bring the Hybrid title to the Establishment. However there is a problem with that plan, aside from the fact that the only two people that actually mean anything to this match ain't gonna go down without a fight. You and I will fight, and probably keep fighting after the match is won by one of us. This will be a fucking blood bath, this will be a war. Five people will become sacrificial lambs. Soon as the rest of em speak up, they will just be tying nooses tighter around their necks. Zion included in that due to the fact that he thinks bigger things about himself then ever."

Codair just looks over the match card again.

"Matt, to find closure in what we started, we are going to have to eliminate the other two just to focus on the two of us. They will think you and I are fighting to the death. Which is fine with me, because that is the way it will be. This title, is mine. If anyone want's it. They will have to take it off my dead corpse, and that is just because I have become quite attached to it sense taking it from Nikki Walton. You see she had little talent, and there for everyone in the division at the time was useless. That was until I came into the picture. That was until I stepped up and went to take the title. Here is the thing. I will destroy anyone and everyone who gets in the way of me keeping what is rightfully mine. This is my place, beside my friend as the Hybrid Champion Prince. This is the place I deserve, the place I have fought for and have earned. This is the place where I sit. Heavy is the head the wears the crown. Prince, I hold the title, I wear the crown. What I have to do, I may not like at times, but as the champion. I will do what it takes to hold onto my title. No matter whose careers I have to bury, no matter whose lives I must ruin. No matter what I have to do. Do I think you are the man to take me down Matthew. No, nor do I think you are ready to step into the position I am in now. With everyone gunning for you, with the targets on you. Matthew, this will be a brutal contest, however this is not the way it should be between you and I, not with the cannon fodder we have against us. When I retain my title during the match, be well aware that I will face you anytime, anyplace, anywhere. I have no fear of you. I have no worries. Call it arrogance Prince, but I am not going to fail in this match, so we will be able to do rematch the way we should some other time. That way you get the opportunity you have earned by actually giving me a fairly good run for my money."

Codair starts to laugh.

"All five of you need to know right now, that you are all on notice. That you are all not in the same league that I am in right now. You do not have the caliber needed to bring me down, even though this is not a pin or submission match. This is a reach for the gold type, and even then. None of you can do it. Reason being, because you will never gain the chance, or the opportunity. I will do whatever it takes to survive and endure in this match. I will retain my championship, and I will continue on as the greatest Hybrid Champion this company has ever seen. This company will respect and worship me and keep me up in the highest regards for the work that I have done, and you better believe. That the time my reign ends, I will be the longest reigning Hybrid Champion, and I will be a member of the Hall of Fame. Why, because I am worthy of that. Because I am that great, because I am solidifying a legacy that has only been shown by a very select few. I did not need help, I did not pushes, hell I didn't even need John to give people the heads up that I could hold my own in this place. I showed up, I attacked, I beat, and I forged my way through the PWX. Some people claim to be gods, while others claim they are something more. Fact is, I am no god, nor am I something more. I am just what I am, a fucking machine that is hell bent on keeping what I have earned, no matter who I dispose of."

The scene fades to black.

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(The scene opens up and we are inside the building that will hold PWX's next pay-per-view Initiative, viewing from a high distance, the cameras pan down until we are head level of Anton Chase, for a while that is only what we see, Anton's head, nothing below the neck is seen)

(A sinister laugh is heard from Anton)


Anton Chase: I know what you all must be thinking, why I am laughing like I've just won the lottery, when last week at Adrenaline 76 I had my Hybrid title match against TJ Codair and lost, once again. I'm laughing like this because of a simple reason, it seems that it's all come full circle for me. After a turmoil time of defeats, now on pay-per-view I have a match, that's my element, that's suited for me and me alone, a TLC match. I made my career in matches just like this, TLC, Ladder matches it doesn't matter, what I do, I do better than anyone in these matches. So everyone else in this match needs to take notice, they need to never underestimate me, because I am willing to put my body on the line, I bet I can name the people who aren't willing in this match, but first I need to concentrate on my opponents.

(Anton pauses)

Anton Chase: First thing is first, Matthew Prince, you debuted in PWX against me, and won, but it's funny you talk about fluke's when your victory against me is the biggest fluke of them all. I know that you were trained to survive in the Marine Corps, and I know that you've became a wrestler because it was a dream, but you need to remember this, I trained my entire life to be who I am today, I trained my entire life on being the best, not some whipping boy as you may think, not a piece of chaff that needs to be removed, know this, I am a puppeteer, I have manipulated you all in thinking that I have nothing left in me, that I have wasted my opportunities away, when in fact, I have just positioned myself to the top of the Hybrid division and everyone just didn't know it yet. You see Matthew Prince, you may think, that the Hybrid division is yours for the taking, but in fact it's not, you may think that you've had one incredible match against TJ Codair, and a win against me that I gave you, but you're still small time, your still just biting at the ankles trying to get noticed, and believe me, you're still nothing to me. And the way you were trained in the Marine's about survival, it's going to be meaningless, this match, isn't for you, you haven't got the stones for it, this match, will intend of flesh being torn away from you, scars that last a lifetime, and I have my scars from my very first Ladder-Match that I partake in, but I don't regret it. I don't regret a single thing I've done, and I won't regret anything I do in this 6-pack TLC match, as I've said, I always have a plan, and my plan has worked perfectly, I have manipulated you all in thinking I have nothing left in the tank, but Matthew Prince, when you see me holding the Hybrid title, you'll know, that it was all just a ploy. It's funny Matt, you believe in yourself that you are better than everyone, I've met guys like you before, and I've dealt with them appropriately, meaning they've ended up under my boot, confidence is all good to have, but over confidence is a killer, it will end you, that's if I don't first.

(The camera zoom out and we start to see what Anton Chase is sitting on, he is sitting on top of a ladder, dressed as normal in a blue jeans and a self-merchandise t-shirt, Anton Chase is positioned on the ladder)

Anton Chase: Next we have Tiami Tyler, and recently I know what a women can do in the ring, or did I just let her win? that women was Ravenna, she too picked up an win against me because I gave it to her, I allowed it. I manipulated the situation in order to make everyone believe I was out for the count, that I had no place being in the Hybrid division. However, I have only just begun, Tiami Tyler, I saw your match last week, and I too was impressed, but now isn't the time to give you anything, now is the time that I use everything I have in order to stop you. I know that you think we're going to go easy on you, b but that's where your wrong. I'm going to throw you around like a rag doll, throw you into ladders, and chairs piled up, one after another, where you back will break in two. Tiami Tyler, here's some advice, don't show up, this match isn't for you, call in sick, or just don't show up, either way, save yourself the pain that I'm going to dish out.

(Anton smirks as he is still positioned on the ladder, and with tables and chairs scattered around)

Anton Chase: Next we have a former PWX world champion, his name is Darin Zion. And my question is how did you manage to get a Hybrid title shot? I mean seriously? you have been so focused on this war that you are brewing up, I know what's happened. You used "Pull" around this place to give you a title shot, well that "pull" or "favour" you've called in is going to end up in a pile of nothing. Just like the five of you. Darin we haven't met in the ring, but I'm a dangerous man, don't take my recent losses into account, because I've manipulated everyone, I've been the puppeteer and I've pulled the strings into making everyone believe I've got nothing left, but Darin, I've been waiting, silently, holding my voice back and now, it's going to be an open warfare, anything goes in a TLC match, but ultimately, only one can climb the ladder and reach the gold. That one, will be me, I have more experience in Ladder-Matches than anyone, and the crazy shit that I can do on and off them will shock you. Darin I know that you've been in PWX for a long time now, but never really reached any potential, you were more scared of losing a mask that you wore at one point, that is just pathetic. You had the world title in your hands and you feared of losing a mask, I hope that fear has gone, because this match isn't the time to have fear. This match, you must have guts, courage, and a sack of balls, and Darin so far, you've got none. In fact you are the chaff that Matthew Prince is talking about, your time in this company is long overdue, you should have stayed in that WPC company, at least then you'll be top of that company, here you're nothing more than shit that I wipe off my shoe.

(Anton adjusts himself on top of the ladder)

Anton Chase: I don't care of who is in control of PWX it can be one side or it can be another, as long as it doesn't get in my way, as long as they know that I'm a force to be reckoning with, and not fucked with, I know that everyone secretly are afraid of what's going to happen, and that they have to admit something, that I am right, that I am better. My plan has worked and at The Initiative it all comes full circle with me holding the Hybrid title at the top of a ladder, like I am now.

(Anton adjusts himself on top of the ladder)

Anton Chase: Next we have Timothy Hunt, another guy who has been in PWX since the beginning and another guy who has been after control. That makes me laugh, it makes me giggle like a little kid, because this match, Timmy boy only I have control, only I will end up with gold, Timothy Hunt, I know you know who I am, and I know you know I can be as mercenary as anyone, it only takes someone who has the balls to climb up a ladder and grab the title, and you're too focused right now on control, that you won't see it coming. I'm not saying you don't have talent because that's stupid of me, I'm saying you have no hope, no single life left in you to even think that you stand a chance in this match, especially since I'm in it. Especially since Ladders are involved, ladders aren't just for climbing, there's for hurting people, and Timmy you're in my sights, I've played the long game, and now five people have to die, in case you're trying to figure it out, you're one of them Timothy Hunt.

(Anton smirks)

Anton Chase: Last we have the Hybrid champion, TJ Codair. And TJ I know you've been a decent champion, you've fought off all competitors and if you want you can include me, although I allowed it, last time we meet, I dislocated you're arm, once again luck fell into your lap and you put it back in place, but now, chairs, tables and ladders are surrounded us, I told you last week that I have no soul, no conscience when you look in my eyes, and with this stipulation, I have no reason not to kill you. I have positioned myself to where I am now, to make you all look like fools when I become the Hybrid champion again soon. I know you can be "Hardcore" but how are you with heights, because I don't fear them, you're going to be very limited, you're going to need eyes in the back of your head and then some, what I started with your arm, I'm going to end with your life.

(Anton still sitting on the ladder)

Anton Chase: You can be as cocky as you want but I've always had a plan, to pull the strings, and make you my bitch and I will pull the trigger, don't worry about that. Don't worry about me tearing some flesh from you with ladders, chairs and even putting your ass through a table, everything you've said in our previous meetings and even you're promo it's all meaningless, it's feeble words coming from an feeble old man who still believes his worthy of being in the ring with true talent, I've allowed you to beat me now because when I wrench the title from the wire it's hanging from, the look on your face will say it all.

(Anton looks at the Ladder he is sitting on with a smile)

Anton Chase: So continue to call me names, continue to think you've been some great motivator, but really you've been a pathetic, worthless, man and only a decent champion, you're desire to put the Hybrid championship in a high distinction has failed, it will all soon come full circle and that championship you're currently wearing will be in my hands.

(The Grin on Anton's face is growing)

Anton Chase: Six people all trying to claw at the Hybrid championship, and only five will fail, yours truly will be the last standing, and a second time Hybrid champion, I have fooled you all, see you all soon.

(With that being said the scene fades to black)

[Darin Zion]

"For one single moment, I want everyone both audience and wrestler to take a deep breath. I want that sweet, smooth spring air to hit your lungs and refresh your body. The calm hits your body and you cannot help but feel excited, energized, and liberated from your winter prisons. Not only those, but you immediately turn on your television, your smart phone, or your laptop and think: man PWX's Initiative looks exciting. Our Hybrid division is so carefree and they have all those awesome flippy moves. They so bust their asses to entertain us and everyone in this division just want the World Title. You kick back, you take a look at it, and you just cannot wait until the TJ Codairs, the Matthew Princes, and the Anton Chases break out and immediately dig right in for the world title. For that single moment, you close your eyes, you relax, and you feel so good about yourself. And not only that, but you just cannot wait to see the athletic stylings of what everyone so desperately wants: a spot filled match. You take in that deep breath again, and relax your body, throw your feet up, and you feel confident that nothing's going to change. Everyone in the Hybrid Division has nothing to worry about. They live carefree lives and just want to prove they DESERVE their fair shot.

Well, gone are the days of that Hybrid Division....

I'll say it straight fucking out. PWX Hybrid wrestlers are the laziest fucks I've ever seen. They sit and write their fucking promos, Public Service announcements, and they fucking expect the veterans like Brian Hollywood and Darin Zion to carry their feuds. They expect us to hype their fucking matches, wrestle and break our fucking bodies, and they expect our fucking work should CARRY their asses to the World Title scene. NONE of your fucktards outside of your GUARENTEED promo times took the time to hype the Hybrid Division. I sat back and actually watched you guys just sit back and battle one another like a bunch of morons hoping your WRESTLING skills alone provided you with hype. But none of you gained any fucking heat in the process. It's not just the wrestling skills here in PWX that get you to the World Championship. You've got to claw your way through politics, cut promos, bust your fucking ass, and sell your FUCKING SOUL to run this fucking place. And I've done it TEN FUCKING YEARS STRAIGHT almost. To say I'm going to dominate everyone in this fucking match will honestly be the world's greatest understatement in the last ten fucking years of this company's existence. And why do I have to say that? Because of statements like this:

“PWX has been around for a long time from what I have heard through my contacts throughout the Indy Circuits. Yet, it seems to me that aside from the talent currently holding the various Championship titles….the remaining roster is nothing but fodder and chaff.

Fodder and chaff? FODDER AND CHAFF? Are you fucking kidding me? YOU THINK PWX's is a fucking joke?! But what's amazing, and I mean purely and simply amazing that while these words came out of Matthew Prince's mouth they ring true about everyone in this Hybrid Championship match. Matthew for weeks I've read that line and it's blown my fucking mind away. While you're true the entire roster treats PWX like a fucking joke, I'm active roster and you DARE to call everything I've built for the last TEN YEARS a joke. Let me knock you down a few fucking pegs. You're a fucking rookie! I don't give a shit what you did in SHIT CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING or Fondle Your Mother's Ball Sack Wrestling Federation, this is PWX. I built this entire fucking company on my back! I let people run over me, carried my own shit filled bags, harass me, throw me in trash cans, piss in my drinks, and yet I still bled, sweat, cry, and will die PWX for life. I've gotten myself thrown off of fucking hundreds of spots, taken brutal beatings in Cage of Death when my career ended. I've led this roster to CONQUER evil THOUSANDS of times. And you want to result my work to a joke? That's like walking up to some woman's baby, taking a shit on it and calling it ugly and it deserves to be shit on.


What makes it worse is every...single...wrestler on this roster treats my work like day fucking one and I'm the MOST TENURED guy on this roster aside of Pariah. I'm the guy who's resurrected PWX from the ashes. And yet everyone still thinks that Darin Zion hasn't earned his Hybrid Championship match. Let's start counting the accomplishments I've set out since resurrecting my precious federation. I became Grand Slam Champion. I've won the PWX Championship a second time. I conquered Adam Stryker's marry band of retarded Untouchables and still remain undefeated in Civil War. And even better, I conquered PWX and now pinned that rat bastard named Ojeda, which NO ONE, and I mean NO ONE during their PWX tenures in this Hybrid Championship TLC Match can say they've done. . That by birthright gives me either a number 1 contendership for a PWX championship match, which I'd win again, or 500 Hybrid Championship matches. All you jackasses can only claim you've pinned Hybrid Contenders, beat the SECOND RATE CHAMPION down to a pulp, or just honestly whine like little fucking babies you've never held the PWX Championship So guess where I choose to go?


You guessed it...my yard. Almost 7 years ago, I took down Brian Hollywood and Scott Styles to become the PWX Hybrid Champion. Back then it was lower on the rankings than the Next Generation Championship, but the moment I grabbed that champion over both men and pinned them, I solidified my star status. I took this championship for one month, but I immediately had World Championship caliber opponents chasing me for the championship. I might've gotten bested within a month of holding the Hybrid Championship, but I continued to lather, rinse, and conquer. I regained the Hybrid Championship a second time from Brian Hollywood, and finally a third time a major title tournament. And yet every time, even if I held it for a split second, my star power rubbed off on it. I created Danny Szatkowski, John Ojeda, and I made the Hybrid Championship the title that it now is today: the stepping stone before the PWX World Heavyweight Championship. So instead of telling me what I haven't done to earn my keep or telling me I just used my fucking power to get me this title match, why don't you shut the hell up, read history, and realize that this is my fucking baby. I'll KILL to get her back. I'll MURDER to set the record. And I'll focus in on each and every one of you talentless rat bastards to throw you off the ladder, kill you, and set the record I deserve. I CRAVE my ascension to PWX Hybrid Legend, and every one of you lazy ass bastards can't even get breathed into the same sentence as me. You all have spent time bitching and complaining about how you get screwed, but all along I've spent time training, preparing, and ready to conquer. Let's go on with the timeline of this match shall we to refresh some of your idiotic brains.


1) Matthew Prince thinks he makes an impact and beats TJ Codair down to bring "importance" back the Hybrid Title....boring, it's more like Matthew Prince took the world's most boring shit and did nothing with it. I don't even need to go into this. We have one man who cannot focus worth shit for one moment because he sees a fucking pussy cat and the other retard that thinks just because he walks into PWX that automatically makes him a fucking god. Newsflash, you both suck so badly, that I'd honestly like to see you for one moment focus on....squirrel...what was I talking about? Oh yeah, more important things than your dumbasses.

2) Tiami Tyler and Timothy Hunt continue their long winded feud of "As the Bitches Turn." Honestly, I feel like I'm watching the Honest Trailers version of a Soap Opera and want to blow my brains out. These two go back and forth and fucking one another, being friends, then hating each other. I feel completely bored with that talent. Not that I don't like you Tiami and respect your work for the Establishment, but honestly, you're here to help. If you step out of line, you'll end up back on the unemployment line. Timothy Hunt equals the world's biggest failure. With all the title shots Tim gets, he could open up a Fort Knox of all his failures, and supply millions of African Children with food, water, and jobs to end world poverty. It’s that pathetic with those two! Hell, Tiami’s failures, while she’s my team mate, make Timothy Hunt look like God himself.

3) Anton Chase, PWX's second worst wrestler, upsetting our Hybrid Champion almost twice because he found a fucking quarter in the ring. I'd better cut a fucking Public Service Announcement about how paying hookers with quarters causes Anton Chase to grow wings. Chase major props, I didn't think you'd ever recover from getting buried, but honestly, great job. I honestly had my doubts and you proved me wrong. While I'd tip my hat to you, I wouldn't want to bury said momentum going into the match. We all know that one shot from me with a hat could end your career. And TJ Codair lost to Chase...grant it, he's a former Hybrid Champion, but come on! He's done nothing. Hell, Chase just shoots shit for nothing and expects the world. I'll give him credit, he shat on Codair, but come on! The man shoved a baseball bat up my ass and yet he couldn’t beat Anton Chase, someone I’d beat time in and time out on a weekly basis. That proves Codair’s a weak champion. So what Codair if you “lost” out of the kindness of your heart, you are weak and pathetic! It blows my mind!

Is this what our Hybrid Division is? A bunch of jokes?! I shouldn't have to spend half my promo cutting jokes about how BORING and lackluster ANYTHING in PWX is. I should stand here in this ring talking about how much a threat our champion and his contenders are because of their hard work ethics and passion. See, the day I stepped into PWX, I had this dream that the Hybrid Division not only proved to the world they should become PWX Champions, but they should pour their hearts, souls, blood, sweat, tears, and passions into this division. It’s the future after fucking all! You have to show your passions for this business, your dedications, fuck Honor Codair. You don’t need that. I don’t have to respect or any of your fluffy bullshit. Hell, I ended Nikki Blade run just to watch Ojeda cringe! I fucking clobbered her and next time I see her I’ll break her skull and end her career. I did what I needed to do to get the job done. I don’t have to earn your respect. I don’t have to make you fucking smile. And I certainly don’t need to give you the warm fuzzies about every action that I do. My job’s simple: be the most hated guy in professional wrestling. I don’t care if I come off as a fucking gobber, a joke, my job is simple, MAKE YOU HATE ME. You drop your emotions, you forget how to focus, and honestly, you just passionately chase me like a blind man. And I’ve already done exactly that with Prince. Prince, do you hate it when I hit a woman? Maybe I ought to go up to Nikki Blade and beat her with a lead pipe until I make her face look more appeasing. Still haven’t pissed you off to take me from the shit list to the I’m dead list? How about this? What if I slap Nikki Blade a few times and tell her to make me a sandwich. If she doesn’t, I’ll just bury her head in the dirt? Has that made you mad yet? Have I made your death list now? Please you won’t do anything to me because all you can do is chase me with the marry band of Ojeda retards that have tried! I keep getting up , you cannot stop me. I’m not afraid of how you’ll penetrate me with a ladder up my ass to kill me. I OWN A LEGAL DEPARTMENT. I die: Brian makes more money, gets all my shares. You go six feet under in a cell block with a bunch of hungry rapists. But I digress on your hypocrisy. You talk about all this bullshit about honor and respect but you blindsided Codair. How can I even take you seriously?

So Codair, about honor? You see how I threw it out for a moment: CONTROVERSIAL right? Still think I’m a coward? I’ll admit, I hide behind powerful people, but this battle, I’m going into The Initative alone. I’m not hiding behind Tyler as I’ve told her, we’re allies for the cause, but the battle we’re strictly doing business. Codair, I’ll take the beatings I deserve from you two fucking assclowns that apparently agreed, but hate each other. How fucking typical Codair, you agree with the man who made you like a bitch. Yet you call me a coward, when I’m accepting the punishment. Please, I’m going to war and I’m going to take you down easily. Maybe I’ll crush your skull a few times ,and maybe I’ll decide to let you live and continue to dance around like a trained chimp in my zoo. One things for sure, I hand you a balloon animal and you’ve already lost your own attention span. And you call yourself controversial by dressing me up in your dreams with a fucking monkey suit? Do you even grasp why I consider you a joke? That’s the exact reasoning right there! You cannot focus for one freaking minute on the match at hand. Do you know what I’ve done to people like you? Ask Scott Styles: I buried his career because he couldn’t take his focus off the word derp for two seconds and I derped him so far up the ass that I caused him to run far away from PWX never to be mentioned again. Do you even take me seriously Codair? Let alone ANYTHING? Sure you mention the “magical” words to win the Hybrid Title, but what exactly have you done to prove you’ve earned MY BELT. You haven’t hung with a World Champion. Hell, you couldn’t even earn a match to BEAT a world champion. Let’s note all your major accomplishments: you beat Cali-bitch and you beat Chase. What the fuck else have you done here since becoming PWX Hybrid Champion instead of sucking Ojeda’s dick?! If you’d spend your time proving your worth instead of day dreaming, you’d already hold the PWX Championship. Hell, I bet you’d cut Ojeda’s dick off and see him for what he truly is: poison. Codair, I could have molded you into a contender, but unfortunately I don’t wear fucking clown suits to amuse you. I will however be glad to use a steel chair to beat your brain down so badly, I’ll get you to focus.

And those are our SERIOUS competitors! Yes, I know, the rest don’t matter, but apparently they should! But again, when I reference Timothy Hunt, I really immediately stop giving him any credibility. Why? Because I exposed him for the fraud he is. He came into PWX only to win the PWX Championship. How do I know? Once I exposed his bitch named Jessica Harmony as the power hungry shit manager and disposed of her shares to Hollywood, I immediately got rid of Hunt. See Hunt is a major failure. He cannot win unless his opponent is Anton Chase worthy. Hunt never tries, never exhorts any energy. Hunt’s just there. Hunt only holds person vendetta’s as shown by PWX’s “As the Bitches Turn” reference above. Hunt continues to hold personal vendettas and forgets what the term “career advancement” means. Hunt goes back and forth between Harmony, Tiami, Morganti, and all their love triangles but forgets this isn’t a soap opera. Hunt, let me explain something to you…you can bash Tiami’s skull in so many times, but the more you focus on Tiami, the more you bury your career. Yet with all the drama you’ve brought Hunt, I’m surprised you haven’t caved. I buried you, you stopped trying to end Troy Stone, God’s former gift to all mankind. You knew we backed Stone and you just couldn’t handle all the fire power we threw at you, so I fired you. Yet you signed another contract! I think you…ENJOY….punishment, if you get what I’m saying! I don’t know why you enjoy it, but hey, your business outside of PWX means it’s your business. I don’t have to make you enjoy your job. I need to inspire you to drive yourself to make me more money. I want to inspire you to become a champion. But apparently you want to sit on your ass, bitch on Twitter, and call your career great. Newsflash, until you do what I’ve done, busted your asses in main event caliber matches week in and week out; you won’t even get out of the Next Generation Championship division. You’ve got to push through, overcome adversity, show this crowd why you deserve to become the Hybrid Champion and not just a glorified soap opera star. You need to kick ass, take names, show RUTHELESS aggression. You’re not ever going to become the person who’s the face of PWX with your shitty attitude. Not like my Tiami has!

Tiami, you’re beautiful and kick ass and while our relationship is purely business, and I mean that sincerely, you’re better than Ojeda gives you credit. He thinks you wouldn’t cut it in a Cage of Death, but you’d tear his balls out and crucify them against the cage. After all, he doesn’t deserve to have children. They’d end up becoming the demon’s spawn. You’ve done a phenomenal job at excelling the war against the poison of this company. When Brian and I give you tasks, you jump through the hoop and you even ask us to light it on fire. Now I’m not calling you a trained dog, but we need more loyal employees like yourself. You stood on the other end of our war front with this shit and poisonous roster members. You immediately know how powerful and ruthless we get with our cause. You stopped fighting and caring and you got fired. And you didn’t like the unemployment line did you? You hated crawling back to your boyfriend now husband and BEGGING for handouts. I remember how you came crawling into our office begging us to do anything. And we told you to throw Jessica Harmony under the bus. And you did it! I remember how proud we stood next to you, excited where our business relationship took us. Now it’s time to test that loyalty! Tiami, I told you do not help me in this match. I don’t need the entire roster having yet another reason to bitch at me for “needing aid.” I proved that when I pinned Ojeda that since I’m the best wrestler in PWX history I can go for whatever fucking belt I want. So Tiami, while I wish you well, you’d better not forget your alliances. I’ll leave you alone and you’d better leave me alone. If we have problems, we know who the bitch in the relationship becomes. I’ll embarrass you in front of your husband. I’ll make Vince McMahon’s embarrassment to Trish look like a humanitarian. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t expect you to get in the way. I’m very tense and hammering you hard because this belt means more to me than power. It’s the last accomplishment I PROMISED to do. This means more to me than business relationships that Hollywood made. So if I have to step on your ass and bury you to the world, I will ruin our business partnership, I will. If you want to see how determined I am to win this belt and beat Ness, the most worthless wrestler in PWX’s history’s record, I’ll do it in a heartbeat. I’d throw my dead brother into the cross fire if he stood in my path. Not that I don’t cherish his memory as this run’s in his memory, but that’s what it all means. I burn for that record. It’s the last major accomplishment my broken body’s got left in it. It’s the one thing I passionately desire more than the World Title…the WORLD TITLE.

But only one person understands my pain: Anton Chase; while I’ve degraded you this entire promo. You’re just like me; you continue to come back endlessly after people continue to bury you left and right. People “claim” they gave you a rub, but you earned it. People bury your name as the easiest man in this challenge. But honestly Anton, I’m proud. You haven’t given up no matter what the odds have given you. You’re facing Hunt and Zion both formerly in the World Title picture. You’re facing Prince, Tiami, and Codair all who will want to take that jet pack up to the world championship and you’re excited. Keep with that attitude; you’ll keep skyrocketing through PWX, especially with your tenure. You’re one of the few remaining left that have a year plus on your tenure. You’re honestly a true rare being. But you will become like every person that’s stayed here a year. You get to see the amazing and true powers of Darin Zion in the ring. Everyone doubted Darin Zion in the beginning and I’m sure you doubt I still got it with tons of back injuries and ring rust galore. Chase, that’s what’s going to make you fail. You’ll assume Darin Zion isn’t prepared for war, but as you can clearly see, it’s a war I want. I want to motivate my talents to make more me money. I’ll crush you like a helpless ant and I’ll make millions off the remains. You remember Adam Stryker right? He crawled into my graces hoping for handouts. He crawled in and begged for the T-Bone steaks. He got the taste of blood and begged me to give him the world title right away. He then started to drink the Kool-Aid of the John Pariahist religion and he will be brought down on his knees in the lion den. I see that potential in you, Mr. Chase. You complained for 2 whole weeks when Codair didn’t give you the title shot. You then blew the most epic comeback of all times. And now you get yet another shot at my Hybrid Title. And Prince has the audacity to bitch about how I get title shots without earning shit. Little bitch, you go to the back of the line with your one dimensional bullshit. You need to at least hit 4 dimensions before you get to face me. And none of them require the mask you claim I so desperately need. You don’t get the T-Bone steak without slaying the lion. Just ask Stryker he had to defeat me before he even got his shot. You beat TJ, but I in my benevolence gave you a chance. You licked your lips and begged to hang with the big boys. Now you’ve got the big boys and I hope you realize that we won’t hold back. We’re going to smear you like a shit stain on a canvas. You won’t look beautiful after it either. Maybe I'll hand you one of my old masks that I used to hide behind back in 2010.

Let's bring you up to speed on current events Chase...it's not the masks I hide behind, it's my charisma. You want to bring up some of my past in to this; let's go there. I used to not feel comfortable in my skin. But unlike you who's had the perfect life, I've lost everyone around me. You've not seen your best friend get shot directly in the head. Or had Adam Stryker send you into a coma to wake up and found your mother brutally murdered. What about your brother or your girlfirend? I had my moments where I craved to hide my face behind a mask. I think everyone does. I walked into PWX as the masked marauder known as Valencio and do you know what I did outside of the ring before I returned to the ring? I murdered people, I killed them in cold blood trying to do the job of the cops. You want to know what dark things I could do to anyone in this PWX Hybrid Championship match? I could choke you to death with a pinky. I could murder you with a single thumbtack. You even could see me grab a table and skin you with it. I learned the impossible when I fought crime. I learned to fight or be killed and I walk into the Hybrid ladder match with that mentality. NONE OF YOU in this match went through what I've gone through. See, you think that my life's so easy, but you continually forget to read up on my past. That'll be your mistakes. I've studied you guys for countless hours, knowing what moves I'll make. This to me is another mission and I always win those missions. I've snapped necks, murdered, fucked, and destroyed the lives of everyone who's ruined my life. And you guys don't think I fucking have what it takes to win the Hybrid Championship? Again, which one of you stepped in and murdered the guys who killed your dead girlfriend? Or lived on the streets to survive? Oh wait, none of you fucktards because for one single moment you CONTINUALLY make jokes about this fucking company and your careers. When you've fought for your living, you become me and you realize that business comes before making friends, creating honor, and you'll do ANYTHING to get a better pay check. Business is just like that. Fight or get eaten. The next thing you'll find is yourself on the streets dying. This is war and it's not a joke to me. I'll take back my Hybrid title even if I have to kill you all to get it. That's what makes me so much different from all you idiots. This is serious and I'll put my body on the line to win. You all won't!

In the end, like I’ve said from the beginning, you’re all jokes! You’re worse than poison! You make people like Troy Stone, Adam Stryker, and John Ojeda look like fucking saints. They don’t go around PWX and making it look like a bunch of jobbers on crack. But they politic just like each and every one of you bastards. You know Ojeda or Zion or Pariah and you hope to be like us. But in reality, you’ll never accomplish what I’ve done within my 10 years in PWX. I set the standard and I’m the guy to beat. In order to be the man in PWX you’ve got to obviously beat him. And none of you pencil necked retards have gotten within 2000 miles of my talents. None of you know what sacrifice, dedication, and passion means. You all never lost your families in this business or your girlfriends. You never watched your brother die for your dreams. So instead of calling me a douche, call me the PWX God of the Hybrid Division. I created half the book how this division works and molded into my image. And I deserve to be the legendary Hybrid wrestler of the millennium. I should hold 4 reigns, not Ness nor Hollywood…me! None of them cared about this division like I did and I vowed that I’ll set the damn standard this run, and it’ll take more than an army of idiots to stop me. I won’t stop my roll for anyone, and I’ll definitely not stop for a bunch of slackers like you guys. This one’s for my brother and you’ll be damned sure that I will NOT FAIL. Because I’m Darin Zion, I’m what’s truly best for business, and don’t you forget it!


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"Alpha team move in..."

[Immediately I heard the door slamming towards the ground as they kicked in the door. Bullets immediately flew across Terry's small "shack" as I dubbed it. I saw the dainty blue and pink wall paper come flying towards me almost Matrix style. Each silver shell continued to hit and miss me hiding in the pantry near the garage. I heard the loud clanging of them trying to knock off the garage door, but they continued to have little success. One shooter successfully became a small militia and I immediately wanted to know the name, but I kept the small black book tucked away underneath the hidden compartment of my cape near my arm pit. They would pay! Immediately anger swelled up within my body, and for a split second, I wanted to come out of the prison of the hidden darkness. But strategy continued to pound my brain and I stuck to the course, take them down one by one. I sheathed my sword in its place and immediately pulled out a couple of magnum revolvers out of my side pockets. They shined barely through the doors. How I wanted to see these bastard's brains explode to get to the main man....the man who killed my father's best friend. He stood as the last connection to my past knowing my parents forgave me, but it didn't matter.

I flashed back to the moment...the split moment I saw Terry about to take a sip of tea. His eyes beaming, not expecting the bullet to come crashing into his fragile 75 year old skull, but at least he knew where he'd end up. I wish I held that luxury any more. I felt like with each moment, God continued to take down my life piece by piece. First my brother, then my father, then my Clara, my mother, and finally, sweet old Terry. The blood still freshly on my cape. Each passing moment I felt another emotion bleed out of my soul. My heart stopped, cold, calloused, and frozen. It almost felt like a stone. As I heard footsteps come into position, I eagerly awaited for the men to pass by the door.]

"Still nothing gents; he isn't upstairs...nor in the basement. The omega team still hasn't penetrated through the garage."

[My heart started to race as I peered through the hole. I saw then, decked in black garb, almost like...a cult. But what cult wanted my mother dead for my father's past sins. I knew I MUST check that book...but not now. These bastards would find it almost immediately. I steady myself timing it ever so slowly. Each passing second, Armageddon crept around the corner. I knew tonight we'd have a giant blaze of glory. I didn't prepare, I didn't bring anyone: not Schmied, not Morgana, not even Jarome. I felt fucked for not bringing in at least the monster, but this was my battle to prove. While my back felt crammed from my numerous wrestling injuries, I needed escape...I needed.....]

"Alphas, Omega team's got the bazooka..."

[FUCK!]

BOOM!

[Immediately I kicked the door and rolled out of the crammed pantry with a second wind. The adrenaline flowed throughout my veins and immediately bullets started flying my way. I knew my opportunity was now. As I immediately kicked down the door the explosion immediately rolled throughout the pantry room while the war proceeded. Bullets flew around like cars on a road and I couldn't make a clear shot. But I knew I had to take my chances as I couldn't stare at Terry's dead bomb laying on the blue and grey painted cement floor. I pointed my revolver up and immediately the explosion ripped from the chamber. I heard someone immediately hit the floor and the soldiers' screams. ]

"MIKE!!!

[The name sounded familar, but I didn't care...each second meant one less breath for me, I had to calculate. As they turned to mourn for that split second, I leapt to my feet and immediately blasted another troop member's brains onto the dainty paint with Terry's. Other's started to fire at me but I immediately kicked them down to their feet and engaged them in combat. Fuck! I've not felt like this in ages. I felt alive with each passing kick and punch to each man's face. They'd tried to take shots, but I'd immediately dodge them. A couple of shots grazed me and I missed them by a centimeter, but that's what gave me more of a rush. It reminded me of the time Schmied and I first met. Oh how great a day was that, but I digress. Another bazooka shot came blazing into the kitchen and I immediately went into the living room and slid into it. You could almost see it was like a movie scene. I slid across the floor and immediately started shooting with one revolver taking out each man as I started to peg more of the troops off. I immediately lashed out my sword and slit another guy's throat.]

Me: Take that you piece of shit fucker!

[With each passing slash, shot, and snap of the neck, I felt years of rage immediately ooze away from me. My anger and self-hatred for myself dwindled and I was full again. I'd found myself. Once I had the mask on I felt complete, but was it me? For a split second I started to reflect on what Terry said before he died.

"Take off the masks, you'll become whole again."

As I refocused myself immediately I felt the flesh rip off my shoulder and blood started coming from my arms. I dropped down towards the ground holding my arm. Luckily no bones snapped with the shot, but it definitely changed the game. I had a weakness. I felt the lion's slowly preying, drooling, and salivating over the injury. A couple more closed in on me, but I immediately grabbed my sword with my left hand and jabbed it straight into their eyes. Blood came spewing from my shoulder and I immediately rip my cape off and wrap it around the damaged arm. I crawl back against the wall and start rolling into the bathroom. As I roll into the bath room, immediately again, I flash back to the moment Terry passed away on me. I closed my eyes for a moment as I laid against the bathroom wall. The white, cloudy background immediately swirled around me. As it did, his words again echoed.]

Terry: Look, I may not like what you're doing, but honestly, I'm still proud of you and love being your mentor. But be careful, Darin. I understand that you've gotten the call from God to do this task, but you're still walking a fine line. You always hide behind your different masks that gets you hurt. You've always hid behind your different masks: Valencio, Muerte Dios, Darin Zion. But you've never found out who Darin Matthews truly is from all this experiences. And I feel that's going to be the one thing that gets you killed, my son. You don't know who's out there ready to kill you. And I want to protect you. That's why I struggled with giving you this book. And grant it, I know you're troubles, but know I forgive you.



Clara: Don't you dare give up! You went this far...I just don't want to see you....NOW!

Darin: I....I...just want this to end. I'm tired of the bloodshed. I'm tired of the pain I so desperately feel each passing day. I just want to die. Do you know how hard it is to continue to see you in my dreams. Or to continually relieve all the pain in my childhood? I never got that moment of forgiveness. I...I..

[My body starts to fade for a moment. The world of Terry's bathroom continues to fade away slowly between a mixed world of the stone cut floor and the beautiful beaming gates of Heaven. Was I really dying, or was this yet another grand illusion? I couldn't tell the difference as the pain continued to throb yet disappear with each passing moment. I wanted to pull myself up, but nothing came to restore my strength. As each moment passed, the light grew more beautiful, more peaceful, more radiant and I began to feel my body floating almost care free. As I lay down with each passing moment, Terry immediately walks down beside me and puts his arms around me, but I feel nothing. I look up at him rather confused and unfocused. He warmly smiles, he isn't struggling and pulls me up with a great feat of strength, something his earthly body couldn't do for many years. His warm, soft, firm tone continued to relax me with each passing moment.]

Terry: Son, it's not your time, and honestly if God told me it was, I'd not allow it. I'm so sorry our time got cut short once again. I know our visits don't get as much time as they used to get when we teamed together briefly when you discipled PWX. I very much missed those days. But now I get to watch you every day and no matter what you choose I now know in the end, you'll make the proudest 'father' out of anyone living on the Earth.

[My tone struggled as I felt my body slowly feel like a ton of bricks immediately knocked off my shoulder blades.]

Darin: Yeah, those were some 'wild days.' You always loved pranking me and embarassing me when I first travelled with the boys. Grant it you didn't treat me like a piece of dog meat, and I greatly appreciate it. But if I could get you to miraculously heal my arm right now so I could get those bastards blowing up some of our greatest memories...I'd...I'd....



Terry: I'm not giving you that easy of a time. You've held onto the idols of your past and I keep telling you it's time to let go of all our great memories and all our past tortures. I know you enjoy killing these men because your anger swells up with in you, but Darin, you're missing the whole picture around you. Everything's falling apart in your life and you continue to miss it with each vision.

[Tears immediately start rolling down Clara's eyes as she looks at me.]

Clara: I didn't want this to be your life when you lost me. I wanted you to remain happy, free, and full of life. But Darin...you're still missing the point I tried to tell you weeks ago. This violence, rage, and lust that you have surging from your body isn't what you want to chase. You need to chase something else. You keep holding onto the past so much that you've forgotten what visions you see. You know God. You know His will and His way and honestly you're not listening to a thing anyone's said. All you've focused on is power, money, lust, and vengeance. You've become the creation you so desperately hated.

Terry: My son, she's honestly right! You're worshiping something like Baal. All you continue to do is slash yourself and slash other's to release the pain that's deep within your soul. Darin you've forgotten who you are! What you immediately grasped onto back in 2010 and earlier when we preached the good news. You're about to get consumed by fire and killed. Do you want that? Do you want the past to continue to absorb your soul that you end not only our legacies, but your brother AND your mother's. You're becoming like...

Darin: NO! NO! NO! NO!!!!!!

[Immediately my eyes flash back into the bathroom at Terry's house and the full image came to me. While my shoulder immediately killed me I felt like only 15 seconds passed, but it was the worst 15 seconds that ever happened to me. As I pulled my throbbing body up on the small ivory base of Terry's bathroom sink, I looked down at the black stones lying on the floor. For a moment, I stared at one of them and remembered something. And immediately the idea struck me. As I did, I immediately started reaching in for the small leather black book. I started struggling as I continued about my business. I pulled myself up to get it done, but as I was continuing, I heard the voice on the intercom. I knew my next steps.]

"Alpha team, he's in the bathroom. The target's in sight. We'll give him a few moments before we kill him. "

"Alright, not the wisest move but the boss requests it. He's a merciful man you know. "

"Sometimes I hate his mercy, but you know the boss, he won't allow for any wrong moves. In fact..."


STOP!!!!!

[Immediately I emerged from the bathroom, with my hands, which had no gloves on them. I removed my costume and left it in the bathroom. My beaten face which had swelling all over it showed and my beaming blue eyes looked at each one of those soldiers immediately pulling assult rifles. I stood within my street clothes, decked out in a blue golf shirt with khaki pants. I slowly paced towards each of the soliders. The look of bewilderment immediately gleamed in their eyes. I smirked ever so warmly, sarcastically, and methodically as I passed by each of the 5 soldiers in my way. They started to escort me as I immediately walked out the front door. Surprisingly, they didn't execute me, but instead accompanied me. I wanted the main shooter, the guy who killed Terry, but I knew he still hid from a distance. But tonight I'd get my vengeance...tonight I'd dine on all their blood, and tonight I'd get the upper hand. As I immediately walked down the steps of the now broken house, I smiled back at them. I stopped and their rifles immediately jabbed me in the face. They remained firm and I glared at them, almost begging for death.]

"GO.....NOW! Or you'll die! You only get once chance and I'll make damn sure that it'll..."

Me: It'll count?! Oh I'm sure you're bullet won't count because I want to speak with your boss.

"Oh really now? And what makes you so qualified to speak with my boss.[/]

[Immediately the smile on my face grows more confident. I embraced my fate for what it was about to come. Knowing the moment that these words came out of my mouth would immediately get me a trip to the boss and not to a quick execution. As I walked towards him and grabbed his collar, I smiled as I flashed back. I watched myself quickly throw my clothes off with all the adrenaline running through my body. I immediately opened the book and saw the name I needed to see. I slipped the book and my costume under the broken stone Terry always told me about where he kept everything. And that smile grew with each passing moment. As I stared down the barrel of an assault rifle, I slowly spoke his name...]

Me: Because I want to speak with BRYANT BANNINGTON!

[Immediately their hearts stopped and froze. No one spoke Bryant's name in the middle of a job like that. None that wanted to live. Each of them immediately dropped their weapons and stood their awaiting the next order to come over their intercoms. None of them made a move, they all stood still. That name struck fear in his workers and I knew immediately he became the target suspect. He didn't want me to know about what happened to my parents. He hated my father. A respected atheist mob boss, he ran this town with an iron fist. And immediately his deep voice boomed across their walkies.]

Bryant: Bring him in! He needs to learn a lesson.

[They grabbed me stiffly on my shoulder and caused me to scream, but each painful turn held worth it. I got what I wanted and the next stop I would go was to the man who killed my parents. Little did he know I developed this plan in mere seconds. I'd gambled, but I knew the next step, and this man would learn the meaning of respect...when I stabbed my daggers straight into his heart.]

{To Be Continued}

[MissAsherz]

Whatever the prophecy
Let it be, Let it be
We'll live all there is to live
Be it pleasure, be it sorrow

Whatever prosperity
Lies in me, lies in me
I'll be all that I can be
My forever starts tomorrow

~ Delain “Virtue and Vice”

It seems that I never get any credit for anything in life. Whether it be in my personal or professional life, no one seems to cut me any slack. I wouldn’t really blame them though. I have been one in my life to be very stubborn and pigheaded. But why wouldn’t I be stubborn huh? Being held down for so long in my life I think I deserve the shots I get. There is the prophecy of controversy after all. Where a man or woman is sent into battle to make people talk and make statements that shake the foundations of where they are in their lives. Which leads me to what is going down in PWX. I am in a six pack challenge for the hybrid championship. Fits me perfectly, but what is more perfect about this is that it is a TLC match for that title. I am so used to being put through things like this. The comics of the Establishment make me laugh after all with this pathetic match.

Is this your way of trying to take me out Brian? Throwing two members of the Establishment at me? Do you think that I don’t come into this game with a plan? That I am just a joke that needs to be taken out. Well you are wrong and I will make sure to take out Darin and Tiami to leave you alone on that island you call ‘home.’ Oh some of my fans may not follow your pathetic group. If you don’t follow this drama let me explain that Darin and Tiami are both members of the Establishment and two of the most comical jokers that I have ever seen. Darin has said on more than one occasion that I have no credit. That people in the hybrid division of this company are lazy and don’t deserve their spot. I tend to disagree with the statements of Darin. The hybrid division are some of the hardest working men and women on the planet. Guys like John Pariah and Codair are the ones who have put this division on their back and made it what it is today. I have been honored to work in this division and hold the hybrid title two times previously. Now yes Darin you may be the most tenured person in this match, but I don’t respect you or your damn legacy. What have you done for the company over the past few months? Trash its name and spit on the legacy of what guys like Pariah did for this company. You don’t deserve to be in this match, and I hope that I take you out of this match first.

Darin, you are not to be outdone by your little red headed bimbo Tiami however. I have a few questions for you Tiami. Did I scare you with the fire lit table a few weeks back Tiami? Did that fire lit table get under your skin and inside your head Tiami? I hope I brought back the memories of the first time you had to take a long absence. I was so glad that my sister kicked you off that scaffold and into those fire lit tables. I hope that my name rings in your head every damn time that your knee twinges in pain. I want you to remember that when you make this ‘sacrifice’ for the greater good of the Establishment. I will never understand the real reason why you joined Brian in the first place. Not worried about it now to be honest with you. I am more worried about taking you out of the pro wrestling industry forever. Then rid the company of Brian and Darin and we have ourselves a deal now don’t we?

As for the honor and respect of this match, we have Codair. I will admit, you have held that hybrid title with honor and respect. Makes me very glad to be a part of this division in this company. You said something thought that kind of startled me. You said that I don’t have a chance in the world to dethrone you. That kind of startled me because you seemed so cocky when you said it. While you hold the belt, you haven’t proved to me that you really know anything about the division that you ‘breathed new life’ into. If you know a lot about this division, you would know that John Pariah and I have had some of the best matches for that very title that you hold. If you knew a lot about the hybrid division then you would also know that I have held that belt two times, and am looking to make it a third time. You would know that I will go to hell and back again to win that title belt and bring true meaning to it. You said in your speech that I am a pawn in a game. I am a pawn in nobody’s game, and you will find out about that first hand when my fist is shoved down your throat and a chair goes across your back. Then you will find out what it is like to be a pawn in someone’s game.

Another little bitch that really doesn’t know the concept of research is someone by the name of Prince. You have the actual nerve to compare me to Tiami and brush off the fact that I helped shape the hybrid division. Which shows how lazy and pathetic you really are when it comes to doing your research on your opponents in this match. I will fucking break you in this match and make you humble little boy. You honestly don’t deserve a shot in this match let alone facing me in the ring. I don’t even know why I bother with speaking about you. You are not worthy of this title, and I will make sure to show you why you are not worthy tonight.

I don’t die Anton. Anton Chase is a man who thinks that he knows what is good and who has to ‘die’ when it comes to this match. The scars on my body can be enough proof for you. I don’t die. Tiami’s brother Daniel tried to kill me in all kinds of hardcore matches and I am still standing while he isn’t even a blip on the radar. There is a reason why they call me controversy after all Anton. To make pathetic chumps like you an example for people like the Establishment. While my overall goal is to make sure that the Establishment doesn’t exist in this industry anymore, I am sure they can take the hint when you are carted off in a stretcher.

You boys and girls need to take notes and make sure you get your game face on. I am in this match for a reason and that is to gain the hybrid title for the third time. I will not be hesitant to make an example out of people in this match and like I just told Anton….Controversy Never Dies.

[Darin Zion]

Thump, thump! Thump, thump! Thump, thump! Thump, thump!

[I felt my heart throbbing violently within my head. I felt like I’d flipped a 4 cylinder car on its roof. Once again I felt dead and beaten. My body ached and my shoulder throbbed just as badly. My body wanted to die, but I knew the fight escalated with my surrender. But I’d made my choice: the choice to press on. I knew I had to surrender or get killed.

I couldn’t make anything out with my surroundings other than the color grey. Obviously I’m in a metal compound somewhere. Drugs definitely played a part in my fuzziness. The last thing I remembered before waking up in this compound was a handful of body guards holding assault rifles to my head before a needle pierced my arm. I felt the room slowly spin around me, I wanted to grab my balance, but I felt restrained: handcuffs. These guys immediately meant business. Then again, I knew Bryant Bannington wouldn’t go lightly on me for mentioning his name. He always went all out in keeping his name secret when he carried out a job. He always treated my father like royalty…disrespectfully of course, but he always flew my father and mother first class when they debated on the circuit. But he vehemently loathed my father with a passion. I always read his blogs talking about how he wished someone walked into my father’s church with a semi-automatic machine gun, pull the trigger, and shot him point blank within his congregation. And he tried many times to pull the stunt off. He sent many different people to my father’s church that my father literally hired an outside security team to protect him during his services. Bryant always got what he wanted. He kept his name secret from any job he had…until his last job with my father.

Bryant Bannington made the mistake of leaving a black book at the site of my father’s church three months before my father passed away. While I worked for PWX during that time, my father’s church hired a security firm that employed me and I immediately signed up for the job. Part of me wanted to see Bryant successfully pull the trigger and kill my father with his last hit man. However, my due diligence, honor, and pride stepped up within my soul. I pulled the trigger and missed his hitman and caused him to run off dropping the black book. I never opened the book until the other day when I faced the firing squad at Terry’s house. I vowed I’d never open the book until I knew damn well I wanted to chase the source down. I knew Bannington never my dad passed away because my mother kept my father’s death. I followed many of my mother’s friends on Facebook and Bryant’s blogs. Bryant continued talking about how he vowed to kill my father and I always laughed at how retarded he came off as.

The room started to come into focus, but I couldn’t focus on my surroundings. Voices immediately sounded around me. My typical tactic got thrown out the window: learn my surroundings. I knew Bryant would want to keep me guessing, especially since I had no idea where he placed us within this compound within the city. For all I knew I’d been transported half way across the country. Heavy footsteps crept closer. I heard heavy footsteps clash against the concrete floor and I knew Bryant came closer to meet his match. His booming voice grew as he started to make it closer towards the door. His henchmen continued to verbalize their doubts to him, but he didn’t care. His arrogance oozed through his loud voice. He remained cool, confident, and calm all at once, something I admired about the bastard. They paused right outside the door, which I immediately started analyzing. Steel, cold, reinforced to with stand a heavy blast. He had me in a bunker. The bleak grey room came into focus as I started to multitask and listen to their conversation. The steel roof carried their voices to make what they sound crisp, clear, and concise. The room was void of anything and remained empty. I calculated roughly about 5,000 square feet within the room itself. The place definitely could have housed weapons if he wanted it to do so. The ceiling barely stood high and almost kissed the ground: great the vents were my ticket out. As he continued to talk with his confidence while I studied, I honed in on the conversation.]

”Bryant, I cannot believe you kept him alive, especially after what you’ve done with his family. We ran the background checks; he’s Pastor Matthew’s son: Darin. He’s a current PWX superstar and not much is known about him other than our previous mission with the subject and our past failure with the hitman at his father’s church. Other than that, Darin’s past seems rather bad as he’s lost his ex-fiancé within the last five years. And you want to keep the pastor’s son alive? You’re sure about this? He mentioned your…

Bryant: Paranoia gets you nowhere, Scott. If I lived with paranoia, I’d currently share a cell with a gentleman named Butch. He’d probably stand about 6’9” tall and would roughly fuck me nightly with his giant penis hoping to make me his bitch. I’ve pulled off several missions with many resources. I take risks and if it’s my time, well I’ll just go visit that flying spaghetti monster in the sky. You know…’God.’ How primitive! Honestly, I’d be fine living in the black void of nothingness because I lived for the moment and I eliminated science’s greatest enemy in Pastor Matthews. I want information from his son. I want to kill his father! He hasn’t returned my phone calls and I’ll make damn sure I get my man.

[Live in denial much? My father died shortly after I started in PWX back in 2005 within a year of that time. He passed away of a heart attack suddenly. He showed no signs of death knocking at his door and he died after writing me a letter telling me how much of a failure and a disgrace to his legacy I was. His heart literally stopped and shocked my mom. I still loved how my mother continued on with my father’s blog and played the divorce card with all the abuse. She painted the most amazing picture ever. It definitely soiled my father’s name within a few religious circles. She continued to publish my father’s works online. He always wanted to write a book and she definitely honored his legacy even though she soiled it too. Bryant took the bait; how stupid of this so called educated atheist. Not that I had fond feelings towards God right now, but that’s not the issue. Bryant’s voice continued to grow completely confident. Somehow in his shallow mind he felt he’d won. He cackled confidently for a moment, almost like he amused himself. Sure he thought he held the world’s greatest sense of humor, but he failed to know with his lacking resources about me. How convenient for me! Bryant never could take the challenges from someone with the same intellect as he possessed. He never fought in his own wars, but somehow he didn’t care: his biggest mistake!]

”Absolutely sir! You’ve held your own against Pastor Matthews. And with him not returning your calls it shows he’s too shared to defend his God. But his son, he’s accomplished so much with his PWX career. He’s overcome a lot of obstacles with his attitude. Why do you underestimate him? He obviously can hold his own, especially taking down Joey. He scared him shitless.

Bryant: And I disposed of Joey when he hauled his ass back from the failure too. Darin obviously surrendered for a reason. No one just gives up like that suddenly especially with his history. I might know not the kid, but he has to hold some information about his father. After all, we know from Pastor Matthew’s blog that he abused his wife and kids. He deeply regretted some of his decisions. But everyone holds grudges from that shit. Maybe I can coerce Darin into giving the whereabouts of his father, and who knows he might pull the trigger on his father himself. My mom

”That’d be a sight! A son shedding his father’s blood would definitely be the appropriate ending to show God doesn’t exist. He would rescue his faithful servant from a degrading house. Especially if he worked to gain his son’s forgiveness.

Bryant: Exactly, now let me go to my work. I want this bastard to spill the beans. I want to convert the wayward son and have him run home to daddy begging for forgiveness. Then I want him to kill his father in broad daylight. Definitely has a poetic but truthful ending to the prodigal son story line: death, misfortunate, and fate. It is how the real world works after all.

KLANK!

[Immediately the loud klank noise refocused me: new game! The door slowly shifted forward almost meticulously. With each passing nudge forward my heart immediately raced inside my chest and my head throbbed again. Stupid drugs jumbled my mind. The room grew fuzzy again and my mind couldn’t process the sudden change of pace. I couldn’t strategize my next move and worry filled me like a dam. Thoughts rushed my brain a million miles an hour. Could I play it cool? Act like I didn’t hear any of his moronic comments. The door fully opened and Bryant marched into the room exuding his overconfidence. Poising himself for success, he strutted into the room and planted himself in the steel chair in front of me. His smile graced his face like a demonic salesman. He wore a thousand dollar suit and a gold Rolex watch on his left wrist. He presented himself like a rich business man, when he held few dimes to his name from all his donations. The suit had the pin stripe dark black look to itself and his black suit pants fitted him tightly, almost like he desired sex from me. What a whore! He folded his hands and took a huge breath, filling his lungs with the stale shitty air in this bunker. He twiddled his fingers and rolled his thumbs trying to calculate and formulate his words in his mind. Remember, businessmen think time equals money, and Bryant didn’t hold a differing opinion, other than he felt he should get paid double for working single time. He gazed me deep in the eyes, but I remained silent.]

Bryant: Welcome to one of my…humble abodes, Darin. To say that your presence graces this place is a bit of an understatement. Obviously, you can access that you caused quite a stir, especially with the headache you’ve fought. I hit you with a few tranquilizers and an extra shot of morphine to cause a bit of shock in your system. We cannot afford any more slip ups from uncontrollable circumstances like we had back at your friend’s house. I cleaned up a mess and hope you understand that my decisions don’t reflect my beliefs. I needed to make sure nothing came back on me to protect my assets. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have this conversation. Normally, I’d have exterminated you upon first sight, but when my men studied your file, you proved to hold more assets than I could truly…

Darin: Why don’t you shut the fuck up! You should have killed me back there. I’m tired of dealing with the pain any more these days. I’ve lost my mother, my wrestling career’s almost over, and now you killed my best friend. I don’t want to hear about your grudge with my father. You know why I’m here; I know what you did. I heard you out in the halls, this shit carries.

[Bryant rolled his eyes at my insurgence. Clearly thing wouldn’t go easily with my belligerence. I cannot tolerate people’s bullshit. I wanted to cut straight to the point: I hated the scenery, the dull borders of this spacious shitty bunker that looked like a weapons vault. My eyes flared up with hatred, so much for a game. I wanted to blind him with the brute force with my blunt words. If you looked at Bryant’s face you could tell I’d cut him mentally with a dull sword and tortured him. He stood up and looked me directly in the eyes, hoping to intimidate me. His motions became more intense as he yelled, but I remained calm. I didn’t care if I died, everything continued to build that it will give me a nervous breakdown. With each passing moment my stress grew. My shoulder burned and I couldn’t move. He knew the pain would get to me, but I’ve suffered through worse.]

Bryant: Insolence won’t accomplish anything Mr. Matthews. I don’t tolerate it from my men like Joey, and I certainly won’t tolerate it from you.

[Immediately Bryant pulls a pistol out and aims it directly between my eyes. He scowls at me with his face ablaze with hatred. He cocks back and smirks for a moment, letting me absorb the situation. He wanted me to expose my mortality to him.]

Bryant: I control you for the short time you’ll stay here. If you cooperate, I won’t kill you, but if you don’t, you’ll meet the God your dad constantly preaches about. Or maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll meet my flying spaghetti monster in the dark abyss. But enough about my beliefs right now. We won’t get anywhere with our beliefs.

Darin: What beliefs? Do you mean that God in His “loving, kind, and compassionate mercy came down to save me from my sins?” Please with what I’ve experienced a lot of suffering from such a merciful God. You shot my best friend, you murdered my mother, and worse, I watched my girlfriend get shot. What kind of love is that? Sure I believe in God, but I’m mad. You’re right debating won’t get us anywhere, but honestly, do I have to remain a victim from your bullshit?

[Bryant perks up for a moment because the game changed in his favor. His serious look melted away and became all smiles. The grin went from ear to ear immediately within a matter of seconds. My feelings immediately sucked him into the ploy. Jackpot! Bryant started to pace the room elegantly. He almost reminded me of some flaming San Diego metrosexual. He immediately straightened his Amati suit. He straightened his bright red bow tie, bringing attention to himself. He asserted his power with adjusting his tie. You know he wanted you to notice it for the psychological power trip. His shoes glared into my eyes as he paced the room all around me. He immediately rested his hands on me, hoping to win me over.]

Bryant: So you figured it out? I had someone kill your mother. Interesting! Well honestly, I wanted to keep your around especially since you’re a man who doubts the faith, but honestly we can’t have anyone know our work. Like I said I run a business and survivors can cause my tightly ran business to…get messy.

Darin: How typical of a douche bag like you. Only use people to further your game and treat them like pawns. How fitting! Well there goes my proposition of working with you closely. Obviously you don’t want my services. You want to protect your ever so “spotless” name. Typical, well if you insist, would you come closer, I’ll help you pull the trigger. I want to have the pleasure of giving myself sweet solace in the afterlife. I’ll let you stand behind me to hold the gun to further the point, I won’t kill you. Even if you killed my mother yourself, I understand, you want my father. That’s perfectly fine with me. But as my last request I’d like the privilege of killing myself. I know I’m going to hell anyways for killing so many people so why look like a saint going in?

Bryant: Are you fucking insane man? Killing yourself?

Darin: Obviously, you never suffered the pain I endured. My father hated me. He would tell me professional wrestling wasn’t a true job. He constantly labeled me a failure while drinking his own Kool-Aid. He kept downing the alcohol and beat me every night just for farting the wrong way. I watched my girlfriend die in my arms due to a bullet, and didn’t get to reconcile with my mom. Worse, I watched you bastards murder one of my closest confidants. Excuse me for letting out all my “daddy” issues to someone of your stature and caliber. I know you are important. You obviously have a more notable name that Darin Zion or Darin Matthews. So give me the gun…

[Bryant immediately walks up to me and shoves the gun within reach. I immediately grab my finger and act like I’m going to pull the trigger. I smile for a moment, knowing the next step.]

Darin: I’ll blow this precious information out on to the wall. You know about my father. The man is a bastard anyway and deserves to die, and I’d personally kill him myself. I know where he lives. But honestly, you don’t want the information, you just want a spotless name. Well, I honestly have nothing left living for anymore. My current girlfriend is a heartless bitch. My friends don’t really give two shits about me. They let me come after you and DIE. And furthermore, I just waste space on the PWX roster as their owner anyways. No one respects me. They just shit on my visions. So honestly, I just want to get this shit done. So here, I’ll help your fucking cause. I’m pulling the trigger now; ending this miserable hell hole called life. Fitting end by dying in a bunker, I’ll pull the trigger in 3…2…1…

[Bryant immediately jerks the gun away from my hands and immediately smacks me across the head. He then takes the gun and pistol whips me stiffly across the forehead. Once again the room spins and the room starts spinning in the fuzziest way. I bend down for a moment and throw up on the bunker floor. Bryant moves back in complete disgust with it. He tip toes away from the vomit on the floor, careful to not ruin his nice $500 Italian Leather dress shoes. Before he departs back to his side, he immediately leans down and rubs my shoulders and kisses my forehead. He then sits down on his nice black leather chair, smiling sadistically. For a moment, I felt like he could read through my mind and knew my playbook. But I couldn’t care. I wanted to escape and I had to play the game a bit longer. As my body started to recalibrate for a moment, I slammed my foot down underneath the table violently. The pain rushed through my body and I hated it. But I knew I had to get my head to stop pounding to take him down.]

Bryant: Very clever! You fooled me for all of a minute. I’m slightly impressed you kept the entire conversation I held with my henchmen to yourself. You obviously are a man with many secrets yourself. I respect that. Maybe I have some room in my organization for you. But alas, I’m not stupid either. You’d never sell out your father. No son ever wants to give up his own flesh and blood.



Darin: Don’t butter me up, I might display honor, loyalty, and respect to my family, but don’t think for a moment you know me. What my father did to me truly makes him the devil in sheep’s clothing. You try living with yourself for almost 18 years under that man’s reigns. He’d drink himself to sleep all the while beating my brother and me constantly until we sat within an inch of our lives. Sometimes he’d play with us…and not tossing the baseball around the yard. He’d sit at night touching my brother and I in our genitals. He’d crack his beer and various alcohol bottles across my mother’s head. I swore he drove my brother to get into some heavy shit…cocaine, meth, you name it my brother did it. What came worse is when he found out that we “sinned” against his morals; he’d toss us out on the streets. He’d let us rot and die without a job. Don’t think for one second I wouldn’t sell my father out. I’d love to watch blood pour down his face. I’d love to shove a dagger right down his throat and take solace in watching him breathe his final breath. I’d even pay millions of dollars to record the whole ordeal and I’d wake up in a jail cell proud that I ended his reign of terror.

[Bryant smiled. Pure and simple, he cut not a smile of a cunning and deceitful business man, but one that you could sense pure gold. He genuinely knocked his mental jollies to ever bit of dirt I brought up about my father. I’m pretty damn sure he recorded this and planned on editing it to run against my father’s legacy. Not that I cared about his legacy, but knowing Bryant, he’d always wanted to end my father. But you knew what came next with the entire situation: the deal. Bryant immediately turned the chair and straddled it. He folded his hands up and smirked. He fidgeted with his leg. As he did I looked back at him and grinned. My laughter grew methodically, almost willing to strike the deal with the bastard himself.]

Darin: I see the gears turning; you want a deal.

Bryant: How did you guess? Such a genius you are Mr. Matthews. Unlike your father, you truly know where business goes.

Darin: I’ve dealt with bastards like you over the years. You have a price, and I have a price. So let’s just cut out the bullshit. I’ll tell you about my father if you tell me about the man you sent to kill my mother. I have no patience and I won’t play games. As clearly seen, you could shoot me and I wouldn’t care if my brains decorated your boring bunker walls. So...

[Bryant firmly cut me off. He immediately glared at me in the eyes. Fury reigned from his pathetic sleepless eyes. ]

Bryant: Done! You want to end this game, fine. But I always get what I want. It’s sad that unfortunately you don’t get a lot out of me because this man came to me and begged me to join my squad. He had a personal beef with you, but for what reasons, I have no clue. He said he’d take pleasure in killing your mother because he wanted to strike your nerves. He wanted you off his case. You’d chased him around or some shit, but all I know this man operated like a ghost. He never gave me his name. He just busted in, I gave him resources, and he left as quickly as he barged into my bunker. He wore a hood, showed no face, and gave no DNA samples. We tried tracing him, but he did the job for me. He just wanted to know where she was. I’d tracked her through her wifi activity. I told him to report back on your father, but all he told me was he couldn’t find him. So now that I’ve got the last Matthews remaining. You want to live…tell me where he stands today. I know he abandoned your mother and you. But you know…don’t you? DON’T YOU?

[He continued to yell and stood in my face. I looked at him for a moment staring blankly into his soul. He slapped me repeating the same last line over and over again. His anger grew with each passing moment. Finally after filled himself up with constantly slapping me, I lay my head down and start uncontrollably laughing. My eyes lit up, glaring to kill. The anger burned intensely as I stared at him laughing. My smile grew so huge I swore the entire room filled with it. As he gave me a moment to recover I spit in his face and he turned the brightest color of red I’ve seen a human being ever could turn. I tapped my foot more violently on the ground as I laughed and spoke.]

Darin: You’ll find my father at Saint Matthew’s cemetery in downtown Chicago. The Initials read: C.W.M. Charles Winston Matthews! His birth and death dates stay printed on there. I didn’t have the heart to tell you because you bought into my mother’s lies. She continued his blog to keep jackasses like you off my family’s case. I knew she tried to hide her wifi activities as I’d traced her for good measure of the years. But unfortunately when I saw she signed up for the internet in our old house, I knew you’d get to her in a matter of time. My dad planned his death Bryant, to an extent. He knew he’d win by ruining your ego. He’d sit around the dinner table and talk about not publically airing in the news like you’d have expected him to do. He beat you Bryant and didn’t feed into your God damn ego trips. He read you like a fucking book. Sad thing is, while I hated my dad, I hated you more all these years because of what you did to my family. You didn’t cause my father to sin, but you enabled him. But alas, like you said, nothing you can do about that now, old sport. I ran the DNA tests for you, you can find them at the coroner’s office. Death himself beat you and I to the punch because if I’d have it my way, I’d have personally killed you both in one fail safe swoop. Sure, I’d like reconcile, but the bastard got what he deserved. Guess I shared the same information like you did, fucking bastard.

[Bryant immediately tossed his chair across the room in rage and whipped out the pistol without a second thought. But I sensed it: hesitation. My opening presented itself ever so closely. Like every good television villain, this bastard followed the old formula, give the long winded speech to close it out, blow your brains out, and win the game. He set the trap and the hinges would splatter his brains across his own bunker wall.]

Bryant: You bastard, no more words, no more games! Death assisted me with my life’s work and I spent the last 9 years chasing a ghost. How typical of Charles! I should have never fell for your mother’s blogs. Nonetheless, his works were authentic; I did scan the house and took HIS manuscripts. No wonder I felt the works dates seemed off. No matter, you’re worthless and serve no purpose for me anymore. You don’t get last words this time. I get the last laugh and tonight, I hope you join your father in his hell with my the imaginary devil you try to run from. Like I always say, I get what I want…and tonight you pay for your sins with…



Darin: Tonight you meet my God!




Darin: Tonight, you learn that I always get what I want!



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Tonight, you learn that I always get what I want!

Sit back in your recliners you lazy good for nothing bastards and let that sink in for a moment. Throw your feet up and start calling it your ‘training’ session because no matter how much time you spend in the ring training for this match preparing for all my ever changing move sets and strategies, it won’t save you. Pray to your false gods, eat your fucking Wheaties, take your vitamins, and hell, listen to my important promos and watch my thousands of matches. One thing you learn about Darin Zion when you step in the ring with him; I never do the same thing twice. Call me crazy, but honestly, I know you lazy bastards. You’ll try to claim the throne of PWX and ousts me yourselves hoping one day you’ll actually beat Darin Zion in a match for control of PWX, but I know you won’t pay one bit of fucking attention to anything I say. You’ll still spend your hours of watching PWX footage trying to prove me wrong and train for everything I can throw at you. But you’re looking for all your shit in the wrong places. I evolve with every passing match and every passing minute rather I step into a board room or a wrestling ring. With success, you cannot keep the same trends every time. Look at AOL, who stuck with instant messaging and dial up internet. They continued with their bullshit formula for many years and look where they sit now: at the bottom of the totem pole. Cable internet emerged from the ashes and changed the game and they’ve evolved with each step up the ranks. In business and in wrestling, in order to capitalize you can’t just coast with the same insults, the same wrestling moves, and the same strategy. Take for example Timothy Hunt this week. He clearly pulled his shit from our past Twitter wars, segments, and banter. And yet Hunt couldn’t even fucking pay attention to what I said earlier. I’ll sum it up: Hunt calls me the poison, he tells me I ruined PWX, and destroyed morale, and PWX’s is failing. Hunt then goes on to discuss how much I’m going to use Tiami Tyler to screw him out of the title. Typical fucking responses don’t sell heat upon me. Let me say it to you slowly so you can wrap your SLOW RETARDED brain around it:

TIAMI…AND…DARIN…NOT….WORKING…TOGETHER!!!!

Let’s repeat that statement again:

TIAMI…AND…DARIN…NOT….WORKING…TOGETHER!!!!


And just in case you had that moment of ADHD one more time, God forbid you lazy mother fuckers cannot LISTEN or read this shit again or what I like to call affectionately Codair Syndrome:

TIAMI…AND…DARIN…NOT….WORKING…TOGETHER!!!!

How much more clearly did I have to be when I SAT DOWN AND SPOKE those words? Tiami and I will not touch one another, but we won’t rely on each other’s aid to save each other. We’re out for ourselves over the Establishment’s needs. It’ll work to our favor. There’s no smoke, no mirrors, no deceit. I’ve held to my word and provided my true and blunt statements. Tiami may decide to change her mind and claim I’ll aid her, but I won’t. I give no fucking hand outs, even to my own workers. She’ll earn her Hybrid Title like I have to do. And if she decides to step out of line, she knows the consequences. I don’t tolerate failures. I just don’t! Again, I expect results: nothing more or nothing less. And I’ve produced the results since I walked back into the PWX doors. Do I need to go over them again because we failed our first grade listening skills classes? I’ll gladly repeat it for anyone who’s stupid enough not to LISTEN! Since returning I’ve won the PWX Tag Team Championships, the PWX Championship, defeated PWX’s only world champion, and conquered PWX and took the throne with help. I’ve weeded out the poison of our laziest workers and MOLDED and CREATED better competition. Just look around you; had I not fired Hunt and Tiami the first time around they’d not draw me ratings. We wouldn’t have Ojeda, Stryker, Rhonin, Roxie, and the countless other talents. I created the competition with my mouth. All because I’m a better fucking heel than the nigger hating Donald Sterling! Shit, even better than Incognitio! I went there because guess what, I like striking nervous and drawing your emotions into this job.

Haven’t you figured it out yet? I want you to hate me. I don’t want you to line up and call me the best boss in the world. I want to be known to the stock brokers as PWX’s Hitler. I won’t burn any Jews, but I’ll cleanse the poison out of PWX’s system. I demand you all come out like trained monkeys and wrestle your asses off for your work. What a concept! People actually work to make a living. You don’t get hand outs from me. You earn my respect. If you don’t, I’ll bury you into obscurity where you truly belong. Ask Adam Stryker! He’s going to stand against Satan’s Spawn this week and he won’t make it out alive against him. Schmied’s perfect, I know I built him Once Stryker loses I know all the PWX roster will come rushing to the ring to buttfuck me and rape me. Hell, I’ll probably take another baseball bat up my ass. I may get set of fire from the riots that Chicago is supposed to cause after people “leave” their companies. I’m sure Ojeda and Codair will come out swinging barbed wire baseball bats and hope that one lucky swing will effectively end my PWX career. But that’s exactly what I crave happens. Newsflash: I make money off this shit weekly. Those beat downs Codair and Ojeda stage weekly. Those bring in over 2 million EXTRA VIEWERS. In short, it equates to several millions of dollars of ad revenue and merchandise sales every time I let Codair and Ojeda think they win. Even you fans CRAVE and love to see me get annihilated weekly by insert random roster member this week. I don’t care you riot, unless you choose not to do your fucking jobs. I collect more money with all your failed attempts to get me to quit. Call me a sadomasochistic! I endure all your torture and yet I continue to come back for more all the while knocking my jollies at the millions of dollars I rake in from this shit. Without me, you’d not have the Codair’s, Stryker’s, Ojeda’s, Pariah’s, and many other superstars that crave to shut me up weekly. If I didn’t exist, they wouldn’t have names you’d see weekly on TV right now. So thank me for a change instead of bitching I’m this ruthless dictator. If you’d stop giving me the attention, you might find I’d die quicker. But until then, keep throwing me off cages and cheering for my imminent death spots. I collect money and show all you haters that I can still endure the hits.

Yes! To say I’ve survived and beg for more punishment. Well that’s a feat in itself. A couple weeks ago I met a bullet in my shoulder and I’m not calling my match off. I’m going against doctor’s orders yet again to give the crowd what they want: my death. Sure, I could get my shoulder infected and die. You want to see me die in that ring because I’d get stopped. All this on top of a shit ton of back injuries doesn’t make you think I’d win the Hybrid Championship. I’m on a one way ticket to death I may not hold the only claim to PWX’s target practice as Prince himself fought in a few wars. But Prince, baby, let’s set some realistic expectations. If I took a machine gun and shot you in the arm, you’d call this match off and heal. You’d then proclaim I’d owe you millions of dollars and not man up and fight. If you so desperately hate me, why haven’t you come knocking at my office door until now. You haven’t given me death threats, you haven’t hunted me down in the locker room to clobber me to kingdom come, or you haven’t done shit until it mattered. When you lost your Hybrid Championship match, you finally gave a shit. Miraculously when a title comes to 90% of PWX roster member’s hands; they all of a sudden care. You fall into again the “like everyone else column.” You haven’t developed or sold me on shit. I don’t care how violent you can become when it matters, nor how many people you’ve killed. I’ve matched those stats. I care about how much you care about PWX. You haven’t spent 10 years in this fed. You’ve just read about this fed and asked around until all the answered aligned. You saw the money, you saw the fame and fortune, and you came to PWX. I would have made the same decision with this fed’s record. But you still don’t possess any talent. Sure I’m underestimating you. I haven’t stepped in the ring with you. But during all this build and hype, I at least researched your history. I could at least discredit you because let’s face it, no other company compares to PWX’s talent. To step in the ring with a ten year veteran of PWX and not even spent the time googling Darin Zion to watch one match shows how much you care. You lucked into a Hybrid Title match with Codair because had you not come waltzing out of the backstage area and blindsided TJ; he wouldn’t have given you any time of day…unless you gave him a piece of candy. I looked you up and BOOM! I knew you, watched your matches, and felt, here’s another joke for me to expose.

Again, same pattern….same formula as everyone here!

Interchange Prince’s name with Chase, Codair, Hunt, or sometimes Tiami even though she puts still double the effort than the first four names combined; you’d get the same results. You all whine how terrible I run PWX and how you’ll rip my arms from my sockets and burn me at the stake, but again, you’ve all said this for 6 whole months and no armies have mobilized. No power moves get made. You all sit on your asses and wait for the next guy to come charging in before you call him the Messiah. But it’s so beautiful because you’re looking at PWX’s messiah. I’ve always been your solution. But I don’t expect you to bow to me. I know you’ll get the cross ready to hang my battered body. Call me the king of the unsung talent. I expect to come out looking like PWX’s version of the “Passion of the Christ.” But when has that ever stopped me.

I witnessed my girlfriend, best friend, and brother die. I got placed in a coma and never reconcile with my mother. I have daddy issues. But instead of wallowing in my depression; I’ve arisen from the grave. I didn’t just sit back and let the hand I get dealt bring me down into depression. I dabbled with cutting and other sinful lusts. But I came back! I reined supreme and brought PWX’s dominance out against all other crappy wrestling companies that tried to bring us down like EPW, CWC, HOW, and numerous other shitty owners and companies I don’t mention. Sure I hid behind a mask and sure I’m made dumb career moves, but who doesn’t make a mistake. We’re all humans. It’s when an entire roster full of talented individuals like PWX has currently that slack off and don’t make anything look worthwhile that the mistakes outweigh the celebrations. If any of you studied business, you’d know if the boss doesn’t get his results, he comes down and produces them himself. Like I said before, I didn’t have to earn my shot technically, but I came down and pinned Ojeda. Dirty win or not, I did what it took to get to my position this time and I didn’t have to do it. I could have very well inserted myself into the Hybrid Championship match, force Codair to give me the belt, fire his ass for knocking me around without unjust cause, and hold the PWX Hybrid Championship above my head. Go ahead and continue the raids about how I’m burying you, because it’s exactly what I plan on doing.

I’ve already won this war. You guys may all team up against Tiami and I and toss us off a ladder into a table and try to ruin our careers. I’m sure the idiots like Hunt, Chase, Prince, and Codair would gladly set aside their differences and try to end me and The Establishment. If you guys would mobilize and make a power move, I’d give you all credit, but you all just frustrate me. I see so much potential sitting in your joking existences that I allowed you to compete in PWX instead of terminating the poison. But I cannot take anything you guys do seriously. Hunt, you’ve got your redemption so shut the fuck up. You have a chance to rise above, but you’re failing at drawing a single reaction from the crowd. Chase, you won’t die when you need to die. You clearly stand outside of your league, and while I respect it, just stay out of the way. If you make the right decision you could sit with the winning team. If not, you’ll end up like Tiami did. Price, we already covered you, if I have to explain it to you again; you’re truly more retarded than I think. Tiami, I love your spunk, but I never gave you any of my tools for a reason. And Codair: squirrel! Once you focus on who the fuck you are instead of associating yourself as Ojeda’s bitch, PWX Hybrid Transitional Champion, the voice of your shitty public service announcements, and your “generous” nature, you’d come off as a threat. I know I’m setting the stage for taking you all lightly, but with all your track records, how in the fuck can I sell you guys?

I’ve sat out for two weeks and I’ve already made this championship mean more by begging Brian to book me against Ojeda to earn my spot in this match! And that’s without any caliber from my past accolades. When you compare that to your worthless attempts; I make all the previous Hybrid Champions in the last 5 years pale in comparison because in the ORIGINAL PWX, you’d have to wrestle like Ojeda does now to win the DEVELOPMENTAL TITLE. What have you guys done to make yourselves relevant? NOTHING! And that’s exactly why this is my match! You’ve all seen what I’ve done to Jessica Harmony, Adam Stryker, and Troy Stone with a team. I let my team do the dirty work because had I stepped into the ring; I’d end it quicker. If you hated what I did with a team; just you all wait until I prove myself without them. Like I said, Establishment won’t team, it’s everyone for themselves unless you guys gang bang us. I’ve banished Brian, Schmied, and Atwater from ring side. I don’t need them. I’m taking off the gloves to prove exactly my point. We have slackers in our rankings. Don’t butter me up and tell me your sob stories and how you guys get held back. This is your opportunity! Knock the veteran down a few pegs. Make me millions of dollars! And so far, you’ve all played into my game like puppets. You’ll tear me down and I’ll go in “over confident” but remember, the more attention and the more emotion you show; the more I win.

I don’t have a heart any more, I lost that years ago. I don’t care who you fight for or where your bonus checks go from winning titles. I don’t care that you watched pro wrestling and fell in love with it like I did. You’re all expendable as far as I’m concerned. You don’t love this business like I do. You haven’t lost your families to prove yourself in this dream. You didn’t endure half the shit I did from not only my parents, but from my own LOCKER COMMRADES! And the moment I’ve heard I won’t do something that’s when I prove to you: I always get what I want. That’s what a businessman does. He sets goals and EXCEEDS THEM. And I’ve done just that with PWX. I knew I’d face backlash when I took over this company, but I made it profitable. I turned it around and The Iniative will prove how much my love goes for this company rather you believe it or not. I want to see Imitative from all your shitty promos. Bash me, hate me, call me delusional. I fit those categories because I’ve sold my soul out to PWX. But I do what’s best for business. You may not like that I force you to wrestle your best and you might not like that I came down from my office and you may all beat me down, but again, I’ve wrestled matches with worse injuries. I overcome and conquer. I demand respect like all do. But I’ll earn your pathetic respect after I reclaim my Hybrid Championship. Tonight I step out into the ring as PWX’s true legend and KILL ‘EM ALL! I climb the ladder to success once again, but instead of it being metaphorically, this time it’ll be literally. I claim what I want, my birthright: MY FOURTH PWX HYBRID CHAMPIONSHIP. You’ll all play the puppets and beat me down, but in the end, I’ll ruin your delusional dreams. You want the Hybrid Championship, you’d better kill me. No one else has come close to stopping me since my return at the main event level. And I’m not damn well ready to let people like Chase, Prince, Tiami, Hunt, and Codair beat me. You’re combined title reigns don’t even match up to mine.

So tonight’s your chance: do I lose and some unlocks their potential? Only in your dreams because tonight I conquer the poison and I cleanse PWX. You had your chances to bleed into your promos and sweat and burn after training countless hours. It won’t matter: I’ve spent months and days training for my last goal: MY FOURTH PWX HYBRID CHAMPIONSHIP. Ness won’t help you and Hollywood won’t either. You’re all on your pathetic asses, and if I have to fight a five front war, so be it. But rest assure the result will be what’s best for business.

I will conquer: I will be the FOUR TIME PWX HYBRID CHAMPION…and don’t you fucking forget it!

[Miss Amber]

The Hybrid Title.

It is indeed my dream to hold it, and now i have that chance. Six pack TLC match? I love some hardcore matches. This match, it will put every single person in it to the test. The ultimate test. It is going to test stamina, fortitude and heart, anyone who has it will win this match...clue to you losers that is me. Now the funny thing is, there is several people that I really would like to get my hands on.

Let us start with Matthew Prince. For someone who is new, even you would not be as stupid as you sounded. You would even know to research the division itself before spout trash off at the mouth like you have. You would have to know that there are former world, tag and hybrid champs all in this mix. Do you realize you are just fresh meat for the slaughter? No? Well let The Icy Princess clue you in Prince. For as much as you think you know about the Hybrid Division, I am afraid I would have to stop your "train" before it hits the tracks. What qualifications do you have Matthew? You are nothing more to me than another rookie coming in here, talking the shit and making no big splash. However, let this beating be a lesson to you. Make sure you do the research before you talk the shit. That way you will know the exact frate train that hits you head on. 

Then Anton and Timothy. Two sides to the same coin. Anton trying to prove to himself he can still hang and Timothy trying to prove he still has it in himself. Both of whom are the past to this division. I am its future and when I take a chair to Anton's head and break Tim across a ladder, then they will have no choice but to stay the hell down. I don't even know what the world they are doing in the match to begin with. People have nothing better to than get humiliated by me I guess. As far as i am concerned with these two, they will just be broken and battered like the ladders and tables they go through. Do they really think that just because I'm the only chick in this match I am scared? They have taken one too many shots to the head in this division...

Which brings me to Darin. Now I know he was one of two that gave me my job back so I am going to flat out state this. What are you trying to prove? Brian and i have done most of the work for The Establishment, but how are you going to sit and threaten my fucking job when YOU are the one who is rumored to be starting a retirement run soon? You get yourself in the match that just as easily end your career. While you are off screwing around with the world title scene and failing at it, Brian and i have pretty much left The House of Stone crumbling and we are now in the process of taking out Jessica Harmony AND Timothy Hunt. You want to fire me? Go right on fucking ahead, but i lie down for NO ONE and you will have to kill me in order for me to lose this match. Hang it up Zion or go back to the hospital....where you will probably be by the end of this match anyhow.

Codair....Codair....you do realize you are backed in a corner here. You also realize i am a woman not to fuck with. Very smart man you are, and it would be quite a shame to deny your talent. Ever since you got that belt, you have done your best to defend it with everything you have. What if your everything isn't enough though? What if you give it every single thing, you drive people through tables and ladders, but it just isn't enough? Your mouth has gotten you in this mess, and it is not going to get you out of it this time. This time, the Princess of The Establishment is going to see to it you pay for every single thing you have spewed out of your mouth.



My story is still being written, and this time no one will stand in my way. I will go through hell and earth to make sure that the Hybrid title becomes property of The Establishment. Regardless of the dreams anyone has in this match, they will all be shattered. You all have been warned. You all have a mission, well so do I. My mission is simple, destroy Timothy and win the Hybrid title. I have my orders, I shall march to them, regardless of others in this match that should not be.



My time is now. TLC? No worries.



I will emerge victorious.



#EstablishmentReignsSupreme

[MissAsherz]

Graphic Done by Me: Miss Asherz

Here it comes
The story
Of this our final glory
Into the nightfall

~ "Nightfall" by Xandria

So it seems that there are some people who still doubt controversy and its ever lasting effects upon people. I apparently piss some people off and get some people going. Considering I am controversy, I am supposed to do that. But what people fail to realize is that these negative words of 'you can't' and 'you won't' have been said to me all of my life. So I am not phased really by the talk going on from my opponents. I am actually laughing at Darin Zion especially.

Darin, allowing people to do the dirty work for you is one thing. Allowing people to do your dirty work and then trying to win a title after the blood i spilled all over the ring? I have learned that it gets you no place in life. Hell if we are going to be all out honest, I have done the same stuff you have Darin. It has costed me friendships, relationships and my chance at a family. Through it all I still make time for the one thing that has never left me...professional wrestling. You need to take that silver pitchfork that was given to you by Brian and stick it up your own ass for a bit. Realize that this world isn't about you for once and get over the fact that you will lose at our match. I don't give a flying rats ass who takes you out, but when you are gone from the Establishment....you will be one less thing to worry about when it comes to ridding PWX of that god awful group once and for all.

Speaking of things to get rid of, why does Brian keep you around Tiami? Are you really that scary to keep you around? I think you are nothing but a puppy Tiami. A puppy wanting to fit in with the wolves and let us face it...you won't even fit in when it comes to this match. You claim that your 'next chapter' in your story is now. However you fail to realize that you are past news in the business. You are nothing to anyone in this match, not even your so called 'team mate' in Darin. Why don't you just make it easy on everyone and not show up. It will save you the time and it will save everyone the energy.

Now that I have that message out of the way, I think to myself 'why bother speaking about Prince and Chase' and I have to chuckle. I have to chuckle at the fact these two men think they can stand this match, let alone people trying to end their careers. What makes you think that you have another shot Chase? You don't even deserve to be in this match after all. Same with you Prince. What have either one of you done in the past two weeks to earn your spot. I win my first match coming back and I get this title match handed to me. Now whether it is Brian Hollywood trying to get rid of me is a different page in the story. But one thing is clear, Brian sees me as a threat. I don't even see you two as a threat to me in this match. I don't see you two doing much of anything in this match to make a difference. All I see is Prince and Chase crumbling down at my feet and begging me for mercy before I send them to the hospital.

The only man I really respect is the current champ...Codair. Though my respect for you TJ is a mere sliver of what I can give. You see, just like a phoenix rises from the ashes, I will be more than happy to take your belt away from you and bring true honor and new life back to the hybrid division. This title means nothing to most other men, but to me it means a lot more. To me it means I still have it. Some people are right when they say that I am trying to prove something to myself. After all of the hell that I have been through here in PWX, gaining this title means a lot to me. It means that I have what it takes to face the new breed of wrestler and that I can go on to bigger and better things. Codair, you can call me a chump all you want, but when it is me on the top of that ladder holding that belt high in the air then you will have no choice but to respect me. All of you in this match and all of the fans will have no choice but to respect and honor the hybrid division and honor me as their champion.

Remember folks, you can't kill what you do not know. Controversy never dies.

[Prince]

Date: April 28th, 20XX

Location: Somewhere outside Tampa, Florida

Time: 0730 Hours

“Wake up, motherfucker!” exclaimed the voice as it cut through the darkness and snapped the man back into reality. That, along with the fist that collided into his left cheekbone brought his five senses back into full alert. Gasping for air as his eyes split wide open, he looks around and attempts to determine where he had been moved to. Immediately he realizes that he has been restrained to a chair by his wrists and ankles. The captive appears to be in his early fifties; his gray hair is cut in a high and tight style. The orbs belonging to the man reflect that of an individual who has seen some terrible things throughout the course of his life. Shaking off the blow, he looks up to the person who had just delivered it to him. 

“I’m not going to tell you anything, Sokaris. You can wail on me all day long with those hands of yours, it won’t get you anywhere” the old, salty bastard speaks to the one standing before him. “Who said I was going to ask for anything, Tyson? I should have known that the Division was going to task you with eliminating me. Send the teacher to go punish his bothersome, rebellious student? Tell me, how much did they offer you to rub me out? Two hundred and fifty? Five hundred thousand? Tell me, Tyson, because I know that even you have a price!” Matthew Prince exclaims as his left fist comes crashing into the chin of Tyson. Stepping back, Prince shakes his hand. 

“And you still hit like a bitch, too! You’re still a wet-behind the ears with peach fuzz on your balls greenhorn. I shouldn’t have been able to even sneak up on the safe house in the first place, kid. You’ve gotten soft, and that is why the Division decided to remove you from their employment” Tyson explains to Matthew as the young man moves over to a jug of water and fills up a paper cup with cold water. Sipping down the cold, refreshing water, Prince walks back over to the captive in the middle of the room. “No, it’s more than just that, Tyson. I know why the Division decided to burn me. They asked me to participate in a highly sensitive operation of the utmost importance .Tyson, they asked me to participate in an operation to assassinate the entire House and Senate in one shot” Prince spoke to Tyson. 

“Operation Endgame. The Inner Circle had grown tired of the government’s inadequacies and sought to wipe them away in one fell swoop. That way they could finally install their own people into the highest positions within the American Government. It’s beautiful when you think about it, shitstain” Tyson spoke to Prince with a tone of delight within his voice. “So, what happened? You suddenly grew a conscious and decided that whole-sale murder made your stomach turn? You already had so many layers of caked blood upon your hands. You had the opportunity to be a part of shaping history, and you tossed it away? You disappoint me, kid. You had so much potentially and decided to throw it all alway” Tyson’s rant was abruptly brought to an end as a boot came crashing into his chest. The sheer force of the blow knocks him over onto the floor of the room. 

“I told the Division before I left for Cambodia that I was done and looking to retire. So, instead of offering me a way out, they ask me to help in the bombing of the nation’s capital in order to pave the way for the New World Order. I refused the offer and walked away. I guess there are no severance packages for people in our line of work” Prince replied to Tyson as he moved over and grabbed the man by his bound arms. With his immense strength he is able to lift both the captive and the chair up into the air and set him back down. “So, tell me, who is giving you your orders? Williams? Robertson? Foster?” Prince prods at the man as Tyson hacks up phlegm from his throat and spits in the face of Prince. Ducking away at the last second, Prince turns to look back upon the man with a face of unadulterated rage. Reaching into one of the pockets on the right pant leg of his camouflage pants, he produces a cylindrical piece of metal.

“If that’s your answer, then so be it” Prince replies with the flick of his wrist. The metal cylinder extends into a baton. With a snap of his right arm the metal strikes against the left cheek of Tyson. The skin peels away from the strike like a zipper being opened. Despite this, Tyson only draws several short breaths and focuses on suppressing the pain. “I’m not going to tell you anything, kid. Sooner or later a Division STRIKE Team will key in on this location and turn you into a pile of bleeding pulp” Tyson replies. His outburst is rewarded by another blow to his left bicep. The metal rips into flesh and muscle as Prince tosses the Riot Baton to the floor below the two of them. 

“You’re going to tell me what I want to know, Tyson, one way or another. This location is completely off the map. Not even the Central Intelligence Agency knows the location of this bunker. This belongs to an inner-network of spies, former and current operators that all watch out for one another. I called ahead to a former partner who now lives outside Tampa working as a freelance underwater demolitionist. Such a bunker could be found within the state of Florida and was currently unoccupied. I have enough food and water here for me to spend two weeks without having to leave. Meanwhile, you will starve while shitting and pissing yourself in that very chair. So, how about we get to talking before things have to get serious?” Prince snarls at Tyson as he closes the distance and slams his hands down into the shoulders of Tyson. Gasping out in pain, Tyson bites down upon his own tongue.

“You don’t have the balls or the stomach to commit to such an act, Prince. You claim to be this hardcore, chiseled, bulletproof Operator of mythical proportion. Yet, you chase this childish, immature dream where you jump around with grown men in the middle of the ring while circle jerking one another” Tyson spits back into the face of Prince. Prince cries out in anger and head-butts Tyson right in the bridge of his nose. Instantaneously blood begins to pour out from the man’s left nostril like a dam being broken wide open. Prince steps back as Tyson begins to laughs. Licking at his own blood, his eyes have gone wide as he looks over to Prince. “Seems that I struck a nerve there now, didn’t eye? Well, that’s good, because you’re nothing but a hotshot young upstart who thinks he’s some mythical being and unstoppable force” Tyson continues his tirade at Matthew. 

“What I choose to do in my free time is my business, Tyson. You were the one that told me to find a hobby outside of this line of work. You told me to never let this business change you no matter how much money there was to make. You only know what I did starting with the Third SOG. Well, I’ve been an Operator since I was twenty-two years old, Tyson. I was scouted by the Agency to become a member of an elite force of assassins whose sole purpose was to eliminate terrorist threats both inside and outside of the country. I’ve been doing this for close to a decade, and in our business one does simply not survive for that long without having the skills to do so” Prince speaks back to Tyson as he turns away and walks over towards the large Igloo ten gallon Water Cooler. Twisting off the top the cooler, Prince tosses it to the floor and turns to walk back over to Tyson. 

“You can keep feeding me the lines of bullshit, kid. Do whatever you need to do in order to make yourself feel better. The fact remains, you are in over your fucking head. Up shit’s creek without a paddle or a boat to float in. You’re fighting to stay afloat in an attempt not to drown within the overwhelming force that the Division can bring down onto you. It doesn’t matter what kind of connections you have around this country or the globe. They will be able to find you no matter how secure this installation is. On top of that, do you honestly think that you can trust that Russian cunt?” Tyson asks, which elicits a prompt and violent response from Prince. He picks up the lid of the Igloo and steps to Tyson, crossing over him as he twists to deliver the flat side of the lid right into Tyson’s temple. The man is left seeing stars for a second as Prince snaps to the opposite side and delivers a second blow into Tyson’s head. 

“That woman has been putting her life on the line to protect me for the last month, Tyson. She is the last person that I need to be worried about. Don’t try to distract me or buy yourself time by trying to point fingers at my falsified inadequacies or suspicions about the only person I have been able to trust” Prince replies. Tyson starts to laugh once more, as he brings his attention back to the man. “And, why have you been able to trust Samantha up until this point? Why has she been with you since the day the Division issued your burn order? Don’t you find it kind of funny that she was able to find you on the exact day that the Division decided to wipe your ass off the map? I think you need to start looking within your own ranks, Sokaris. How has the Division been able to keep track of your every move?” Tyson fires off more accusations that have visibly shaken Prince. Matthew steps away for a moment to gather his thoughts and mull over the words Tyson had just spoken. 

“Yes, yes, now it’s starting to set in, isn’t it, Prince? That’s good” Tyson responds with increased laughter. Prince lets out a roar as he unsheathes a Ka-Bar from his waist and turns back towards the captive. He cuts the ropes away that had bound his legs to the chair. He then rips Tyson out of the chair while keeping the blade held against his throat. The two of them then walk across the warehouse floor over towards the Igloo cooler. Matthew slams Tyson’s head down into the water and holds both him and the cooler in place. As Tyson attempts to struggle Matthew’s shear strength and leverage allow him to keep the man submerged. After close to two minutes he pulls Tyson out of the water. Tyson gasps and struggles for air while choking and throwing up water. 

“So, tell me what I need to know, Tyson, or you’re going to drown in that water” Prince barks at the man. “Fuck you!” Tyson replies in turn. Matthew slams the man back down into the water and holds him in place once more. Veins starting in Prince’s neck down all the way to his wrists are bulging as his muscles work to hold down the large man underneath the water. Just when it seems like Prince is going to drown the man in the Igloo cooler, a door opens and then slams shut within the warehouse. The sound of footfalls quickly follow as Prince turns to look into the direction of the sounds as a form emerges from the shadows.

“Now….let me have a chance to explain my side of the story to this scumbag before I chop his balls off and shove them down his throat” Samantha speaks as she approaches Tyson with kunai in both of her hands. The scene fades into darkness as Prince pulls Tyson out of the Igloo and slams him back down on the chair. 

Date: April 26th, 20XX

Location: Classified

Time: 1000 Hours

As the scene opens we come to find a table placed in the middle of a small janitorial closet. A DVD case can be see placed upon the table with a label on it that states “Play Me” across it. The camera man picks up the case and notices a portable DVD player in the corner of the closet. Grabbing the player, he places it down onto the table and inserts the DVD into it. He then presses the play button as static appears upon the attached screen. The image becomes clear as we see a headshot of Matthew Prince. 

“Anton Chase actually had the balls to open up his mouth? Oh shit, I’m sorry, I should have properly introduced myself. My brain was having a cramp over the fact that Anton Chase actually believes he has a chance to survive this Six Way Dance for the Hybrid Championship? The kid thinks he has the balls to survive brutality in the middle of the ring? Hey, Chase, obviously you haven’t done your research about my time in the Indy Companies on the East Coast. When you get done masturbating to the thoughts of your shear awesomeness, go look up an event called Tournament of Death. You’ll be able to find some clips of the two years I participated in the tournament. On top of that, you honestly think that your training as a wrestler gives you an advantage in regards to my training? Anton, did you eat paint chips as a child, or something along those lines? You feel that you’re standing at the top of the Hybrid Division? The only reason you’re even still standing is because I have simply allowed you to do so” Matthew Prince launches into a rant upon the portable DVD player. He is seen on the screen drinking from a bottle of water before he takes another breath. 

“You have nothing left in the tank, Anton, so you have chosen to fill this tank with false confidence and lies in order to bolster your own confidence. That works fine for me, whatever you need to make yourself confident before the slaughter. You’re still small time, Anton, and nothing but cannon fodder standing in the way of the true match. I would love to see what this grand plan is that you have in place. To me, it looks like you’ve just been stumbling from one match to another ever since I shoved my foot up your ass and broke it off sideways, Anton. You may think you’re pulling the strings around here, but the true marionette is never aware of the fact he is being used in the first place. The true puppet is the soul who thinks he is in control but is never aware of the forces around him that are manipulating the true events. The beginning of my training took place within the Marine Corps, but it didn’t end there. I spend the next five years serving with every form of law enforcement and military around the globe, further honing my skills. You’ll never have any idea of the true skills I possess, Anton. I will allow you to have a chance to see a mere sampling before I toss your ass aside to face my true challenge” Prince continues as he takes another sip of water from his bottle.

“I can’t remember the time a one-sided ass-kicking was considered a fluke victory in this company. Anton, you were fortunate that I decided to make you look good in the middle of that wrestling ring. I could have simply crushed you like a bug, but I chose instead to elevate you and give the fans a match worth watching” Prince speaks as he walks off the screen for a moment upon the portable DVD player. “I’m not afraid of scars or pain, Anton. The scars upon my body serve as permanent lessons, constant reminds that I need to continue to improve and prove myself in the middle of the ring. Make me bleed, for I will relish every drop that passes by my lips. Cleave me from head to toe and I will continue to purse you, Anton. Pain is just weakness leaving the body, so make me bleed” Matthew Prince continues to speak from afar as he returns to the screen of the portable DVD player once more. 

“Research, research, what motives a man to waste his time in considering an inferior enemy. Yes, inferior. Pathetic. Worthless. These are just a few words that I could use to describe the man known as Timothy Hunt. So, you’re another champion that this Hybrid Division has to offer? Wow….that’s like polishing a turd in the hopes of making it shine. One can polish a turd, but it’s still going to be a turd. You helped shape the Hybrid Division? What kind of shape is that, Timothy? A turd? A hot, steaming shit pile where men who think they are at the top of their game take turns fucking each other in the ass? I don’t deserve a chance to face you in the middle of the ring? I never thought that I had to ask for permission in the first place, boy. Yeah, boy. You want to throw pathetic insults like that around? This company is in for a rude awakening, Hunt, and it’s going to start at the Initiative Pay Per View” Prince continues to speak as his eyes now seem to be focused on boring holes through the portable screen of the DVD player. 

“Who are you to decree what is worthy and what isn’t worthy, Timothy? Since entering this company I have been blazing a path of war and destruction before my feet. It seems that you have simply managed to avoid confrontation with me since my entering into the PWX. That is completely fine with me, I look forward to the chance where I get to show you what true talent looks like. I do find it funny how everyone seems to be obsessed with scars around here, though. I wonder if that’s really a healthy obsession to have in this line of work. The only thing that is going to be broken in the middle of this ring is your will to fight and exist, Hunt. I feel that this match is going to be something that goes beyond a simple fight for the right to wield the Hybrid Championship. This match is shaping up to be a conflict that could potentially steal away the entire show” Prince continues as he reaches up and begins to blatantly pick his nose. 

“See, Hunt, I liken you to that annoying pimple we all get from time to time on the inside of your nose. It starts with an annoying pain that isn’t painful enough to drive one crazy but simply won’t go away. It then turns into this throbbing, recurring ache that can’t be alleviated until the pimple is finally popped. You are that pimple, Hunt. You are nothing more than a dull annoyance that can be alleviated in one simple action. If you choose to step to me in the middle of the ring at Initiative, I will relish the opportunity to rip you limb from limb. I will be like a starving dog waiting for a bloody, fat marbled steak to be placed in front of him. I will devour you and leave only scraps for the other competitors in the middle of the ring. Then, only then, will you realize that all your accomplishments up until this point mean nothing, Hunt. There is a new sunrise on the horizon and we find ourselves facing the end of days. The accomplishments of old in this company will be nothing more than dusty relics that harken back to a simpler, easier time. The days of half-assing it in this company and inside the ring are over with. It’s time for the true talent to seize control” Prince finishes as he walks off screen once more. A few moments of silence follow as the camera man shifts the camera from his right to his left shoulder. 

“Ice Princess. Snow Queen. Cum guzzler. Oh, I’m sorry, is the camera still recording. Sometimes I find myself falling into rants and tirades when my brain has absorbed all the stupidity it is capable of consuming within a single evening. Yet, the stupidity continues to ooze out of this company like a weeping cold sore upon the cracked, flaking lips of the PWX. There are former champions participating in this Six Way for the Hybrid Championship? No, seriously!? You mean to tell me that professional wrestlers actually can win multiple titles to their names while they work over the course of a lifetime for a company? Oh my God! I honestly thought that once we win a title, we need to get up, call it quits and find ourselves an adult profession. Did you happen to figure all of this out on your own, Tiami Tyler? Wow, you must feel really proud of yourself right now! Would you like to have a gold star sticker for your binder? I mean, that must have taken every lowly, dormant, suffocation brain cell residing within your brain to figure out? Honestly, I’m going to take a moment here to give you a standing ovation” Prince says as he steps back on the screen and begins to clap rather loudly and obnoxiously. 

“So, now that all the congratulations are out of the way, let’s get down to business, shall we? So far I’ve seen two participants in this match dwelling on past victories and formerly held titles as their credentials for why they believe they will be the Hybrid Champion at the end of the night. I see that as nothing more as cowards trying to rest on their laurels in order to make themselves feel better about their chances when the war continues between TJ Codair and I. Fresh meat for the slaughter? Bitch, you couldn’t handle my meat, it’s been cured in the furnace of war and spiced accordingly. I may be a rookie in the middle of the PWX ring, but I am far from a rookie within this business. I spent years killing in the name of this country and making it safe so that cunts like you could spend their daddy’s money on the season’s latest fashions. When I wasn’t doing that, I was participating in the Indy Circuits around the East Coast while I made a name for myself” Prince continues to speak as he appears upon the camera once more. “Sorry about that, I had to record this ahead of time as I have found myself placing host to a rather piece of important intelligence related to an ongoing investigation that I am in charge of.”

“Although, I’m fairly certain that I wouldn’t mind a whipping from the likes of you, Tiami. I would certainly trade off having to be grappled by a hot a sweaty man in the middle of the ring for being grappled by a woman of your assets. Sadly, I’m going to have to shove my foot up your cunt and break if off sideways before I have the opportunity to face TJ Codair in the middle of the ring. The ripples from the splash I make within this company are going to be felt for years to come. One the flicker of revolution begins to manifest, no one will be able to quench the flames” Prince replies.

“Oh, and Tiami, you’re the one that needs to watch out for the FREIGHT train. Choke on that, bitch”

The portable DVD player suddenly cuts out back into snow on the screen. The camera man steps out of the closet and the scene fades into darkness. 

April 28th, 20XX

Location: Somewhere outside Tampa, Florida

Time: 0800 Hours

As Samantha emerges into the large warehouse where the interrogation has been going on, her attention shifts from Tyson over to Matthew. She notices that the man is staring at her with a face he normally saves for people like Tyson and Salem. Taking a step back, her own green portals narrow as her hands move onto her hips. “We need to wrap things up quickly, here, Matthew, so we don't give the Division time to locate use” Samatha speaks to the man. Prince continues to keep standing in place while his eyes move from Samantha back to Tyson. A chuckle passes from the lips of Tyson as he looks over to Samantha. “I was just talking to Sokaris about you, Serqet. He seems to think that he can honestly trust you, a former member of the SVR. Tell me, did you tell him that you had been burned by the SVR in order to gain his trust? Does he have any idea why you’re actually here, and the real reason why the Division has been pursuing the two of you?” Tyson asks Samantha while Prince steps back and regards the two of them with cautious breath. 

“Prince, don’t listen to Tyson, you know he’s just trying to fill your mind with disinformation. It’s one of the first thing the Division teaches us to do when it comes to surviving an interrogation. Fill your interrogators mind with doubts and lies and confuse them to the point where they can’t discern truth from fiction” Samantha takes on a pleading tone to her voice as she attempts to close the distance with the man. “Look at him, Samantha, he already is beginning to realize the truth. You were never burned by the SVR and on the run for your life because you had highly sensitive information regarding the Division. No, the SVR sent you into America with the mission of targeting the country’s most highly trained Special Operator. Russia is looking to step back into the global light, and America was growing concerned about that. The Division sought to consolidate its power by removing the physical American Government from power. That way they would be able to wage World War III with the rest of the world at their own discretion. You deciding not to aid them in this mission made you their prime target. The Division has been seeking to kill Samantha and you at the same time simply because you’re both an annoyance to them within their grand scheme. Nothing more, nothing less” Tyson finished his resounding explanation as Prince and Samantha both seem to have little to say to one another. 

“Prince, listen to me, we need to talk” Samantha speaks as she walks over towards Prince. Prince looks up to her and steps away, bringing up his hand and arm to swat away the woman’s advance. She gasps a bit and takes a step back, obviously shaken by the fact the man had raised his hand to her. Tyson chuckles in the background once more as he watches the dissention beginning to form between the two of them. Matthew approaches a simple workbench that had been erected and placed against one of the walls within the room. Glancing down to the bench, Matthew notices a portable belt sander that had been place on the bench. He can feel Samantha approaching him timidly once more. Raising his head, he looks up to the ceiling and draws in a breath. “You know, it all makes sense to me now, if Tyson is speaking the truth. How has the Division been able to keep up with the two of us this entire time, Samantha?” Matthew speaks, as he turns around on the heels of his combat boots with the belt sander in one hand and a hammer in another. 

“You and I both know the capabilities of the division, Matthew. We both know what they are capable of doing and the technology they all have at their disposal. It shouldn’t be a shock to either of us that they have been able to track our every step no matter how carefully we have been treading” Samantha explains to the man. “A simple explanation for her to fall upon, Sokaris, but are you going to believe it? Operators like us are trained from day on regarding how to go off the radar. With enough time and money the two of you could have disappeared completely and would have never had to worry about either the Division or the SVR finding you” Tyson counters the woman’s explanation. Matthew looks from Samantha, to Tyson, and then back to her. “How could you even take a minute to consider anything he has been saying to the two of us, Prince? Not a day ago this man was trying to take your life” Samantha speaks to Prince in a pleading tone. “She’s right about that, but that was just money, nothing personal. Five million dollars would make any assassin consider bringing down the great Sokaris once and for all” Tyson replies. 

“Five million dollars?” Prince asks with a tinge of disbelief in his voice while looking over to Tyson. Another round of laughter begins to escape from the lips of Tyson as Samantha walks over to the captive and smashes her left fist into the nose of Tyson. The nose spurts out blood like a fire hose as it had already been broken when Matt delivered a head-butt to the man. “God damn it, watch the nose! That’s my money maker” Tyson exclaims with another burst of laughter as the blood continues to pour out of his nose. Samantha spits in Tyson’s face and turns to look at Prince once more. Matthew is still holding the belt sander and the hammer between his two hands. Samantha attempts to close the distance with the man until he takes up a defensive posture once more. Drawing a long breath, she closes her eyes as her hands come up to press against her face. 

“I suppose I should come clean with you, Matthew. First….I wasn’t burned by the SVR via the Division. I was sent here to try and recruit you by the SVR. My Commander found out that you had been approached by the Division to assist in Operation Endgame. They knew that you had turned the Division down and chose to walk away from the organization. The news of Sokaris being burned spread across the entire globe and Operators from every country were salivating at the chance to either kill you or flip you. The SVR sent me here to bring you back to Russia, Matthew. The Division knows about this and simply decided that killing the two of us will be the easiest solution to their problem” Samantha explains to Prince as her body begins to tremble with both fear and sorrow. Matthew’s eyes narrow into twin furnaces of rage as he looks to the woman. 

“You lied to me from the start? You came here claiming that you wanted to assist me in finding out why the Division had chosen to burn me and make me Public Enemy Number One among the Intelligence Community, and you were under direct orders from the SVR to bring me in and attempt to turn me into a traitor to my own country? You would have been better suited to simply take a bullet to the head to keep the fuck out of my way. How are you any better than Tyson, Samantha?” Prince looks to the woman who is now visibly shook by his accusations. The laughter of Tyson starts to fill the room once more and Matthew has grown tired of it. Pushing past the woman, he closes the distance with Tyson as he swings the hammer and slams down the claws of the hammer into the left thigh of Tyson. The man screams out in tremendous pain as Matthew begins to wiggle the hammer around within the fresh wound in the man’s thigh. 

"So, while I’m trying to separate the truths from the fiction here, I’m going to relish in the fact that our little display was able to get you to admit how much money was issued for my head, Tyson. See, Samantha already told me why she originally entered the States and came to fight at my side. She had grown sick and tired of the SVR a long time ago and knew of my similar disgust with the Division. The Division deciding to call for my scalp and the SVR seeking to turn me into a double agent simply presented us with the perfect situation that the two of us had been waiting for. We’ve been on the run only because we’ve been trying to pinpoint the exact location of the Division’s Headquarters. All three of us know that Langley is only a decoy created for the purpose of taking the first round of nukes when the shit finally hits the fan. We’ll be able to trace the money transactions in and out of the Division’s coffers. That was the information that was on the USB Drive, wasn’t it, Tyson? Samantha had gotten her hands on the spreadsheets that contain all the information regarding exchanges of money with the Division and its numerous subcontractors” Prince spoke as he pulled the hammer out of the hole in Tyson’s leg. The man catches his breath and is able to quell the pain for the time being as he looks with a flushed face to Prince. 

“Well, you two may have figured everything out, but there is no way that the two of you will be able to escape the combined forces of the Division and the SVR. These are agencies that belong to the two most powerful countries on the entire planet. How in God’s name do you plan on fighting all of that?” Tyson asks between gasps of air he takes in order to push the pain out of his mind from the hole in his leg. “Well, the answer to that is quite simple, Tyson. I am going to expose the Division regarding its operation to hijack the American Government. Once the citizens find out that a government organization was seeking to take complete control of the country, everything will come crashing down onto the Division” Matthew spits back at Tyson. Tyson laughs once more, his entire body now going into shock from the pain of the hole in his leg. 

“You honestly think the American sheeple are going to give a damn who truly runs this country? They don’t give a fuck who is subconsciously telling them what to do as long as they are kept fat and lazy. It can be a cavalcade of geriatric fucks or a sanctioned organization that wages private wars across the entire globe. And even if you manage to bring down the entire system on top of its foundation, another system will simply step into place and take over. No matter what you do, you’re going to lose, Sokaris. Why not make your end peaceful and bring an end to all of this fighting? If you give yourself up willingly, I’m sure that the Division will allow you to have a peaceful finish. As for the woman, well, we have certain roles traitors like her can fill within the company…” Tyson finishes with a snicker. Suddenly, Matthew drops both the hammer and the belt sander and produces his Ka-Bar from his waist holster. Slamming the blade into the throat of Tyson, he slides the blade back and forth from ear to ear before he pulls the blade out and cleans it off on the man’s shirt. Tyson’s last breaths are nothing more than a retching sound and gurgling until he finally suffocates and drowns within his own blood. Matthew then turns and faces Samantha with the blade still held in his right hand. 

“Now, the two of us need to talk…” Prince orders Samantha with cold, callous tone. The scene slowly fades into darkness as Samantha is seen with pale flesh and trembling hands. 

April 28th, 20XX

Location: Classified

Time: 1600 Hours

As the scene opens we return from a commercial for Mega Nug’s Noontime Nooners, we come to see Matthew Prince sitting upon a metal folding chair in the middle of a wrestling ring. He is clad in a pair of black track pants, boots and a black beater. His hands are clasped together with his forearms resting upon his legs. He is leaning forward as his eyes appear to be focused upon the wrestling mat beneath his feet. Pushing against the chair, the man comes to stand to his feet. He approaches one of the turnbuckles and comes to lean with his back against the padded buckles. Closing his eyes, he draws in a long breath. Exhaling slowly, he opens his eyes and looks up to the ceiling of the complex that the wrestling ring had been erected within. 

“It has come to my attention that I have offended numbers members of the PWX Roster with my previous comments about the Hybrid Division and PWX as a whole. Apparently my comments just happened to burn the ass of one known as Darin Zion. Never really heard of the guy, but apparently he considers himself to be the greatest thing next to sliced bread in regard to the Hybrid Championship. Cool, so you made a name of that title, do you want a handshake to go with that? You’re the Lazarus for the PWX, I’m so happy that all your blood, your sweat and your tears were able to drag this company out of the abyss. There is certainly plenty of worse places one could find themselves in this business. Yet, Darin, the past is the past and the only goal that matters to me is what stands in front of me” Prince begins to expound as he uses the ropes of the wrestling ring to support his weight. Standing up slowly, his eyes open and he glances to the camera once more. 

“I’ve won this title, I stopped this douchebag from almost taking over my company, and I found the cure for cancer all in a single weekend. Worship the ground I walk upon and make sure to keep the hairs on my ass perfectly trimmed. I am Darin Zion and I shit bricks of gold and piss the sweetest wines ever tasted. Does it go something like that, Darin? That is the kind of feeling I’m getting from you right now. It seems to me that every one around here wants to loft their past accomplishments in front of my face. Do I respect the work you have done for this company? Sure. Does it mean I give a shit less about seeing you in the middle of the ring? Most likely. When I first stepped into this company close to a month ago, I sought to make a name for myself. I wasn’t content to sit back in the locker room and bitch about why I’m not getting an opportunity to showcase myself in the middle of the ring. No, I decided to kick down the door and step over every single person that would choose to stand in my way. After almost having the Hybrid Title in my fingertips, I had to sit back and wait one more for my opportunity…” Prince continues to speak, as he pushes away from the turnbuckle and moves into the middle of the wrestling ring. 

“Now, it seems that management thought it would be a good idea to showcase the top talent of the Hybrid Division together in the middle of the war that TJ and I have been waging. I’m still trying to figure out who came up with that bright idea. Oh, wait, could that have been your idea, Darin? I mean, how hard was it for you to find Brian Hollywood and demand from him a chance to steal the title away from TJ or I? Did you just have to blow one nut, or did he make you devour the entire sausage plate? Continue to list you accomplishments, Zion, it’s like a former NFL Running Back reliving his glory days as his records are being broken before his very eyes. Yes, Darin, you have been a staple contender within this organization and you’ve had a few lucky nights when facing Ojeda. Now, there is a man to respect, but I digress, for that is a subject for another night and time” Prince continues, as he moves to prop his right foot up upon the middle rope. Leaning forward, he begins to stretch out both his leg and knee. 

“People who mattered to me died, my daddy touched me as a child, oh please somebody give me a hug. Darin, without the Establishment, who are you, really? How much power do you actually wield without having that asset at your fingertips? Without that power, without that force, you are just another man, another relic standing in my way. It is time for the people to say enough is enough. It is time for your Establishment to come crumbling down upon its very foundations. There is a tide that is rising, Darin, and there will be no force the Establishment can muster that will stop it. At Initiative I will prove to you and the fans alike that I am more than just another rookie. I will begin to etch my accomplishments into the annals of this company when I walk away from this Six Way as the Hybrid Championship. Alas, I have wasted enough time driveling on about Darin Zion, for the time being. There is someone else I need to talk about, someone of a higher importance” Prince says as he drops his foot and extends his opposite leg out onto the middle rope. 

“TJ, when I signed with this company and was deciding how to make an impact….I knew there was no better man to start a feud with than you. You have elevated the Hybrid Championship back to its glory days from what I can see. This company is going to be better for it, but I know that our bodies are not going to thank us the morning after this match. I could have asked to be put right into the World Heavyweight Championship Division from the start, but I’m sure that would have caused Darin Zion to have vicious, irritable bowel syndrome while ranting to me about his former accomplishments and list of goals. I decided that you looked like an easy challenge, and it turned out that you are quite the immovable force. Deep down I was hoping that you stand toe to toe with me. You understand the feeling, TJ. The feeling of facing someone as powerful as yourself, or even possibly stronger. Call it madness or call it lust, but there are those of us who crave that next level, that next impossibility. Codair, you were the one that represented that next level to me. You, and the division that you have come to helm” Prince speaks, as he lowers his foot back down onto the wrestling mat, standing on his two feet once more. Approaching the turnbuckles, he climbs down to the outside of the ring. Kneeling down before the ring skirt, he lifts it up and starts to dig underneath the wrestling ring. Producing a baseball bat wrapped in razor ribbon, Prince climbs back into the wrestling ring. 

“See, we need to bring both the technicality and brutality that could be found within the PWX. We are going to elevate this entire company and brand as a whole. Even if we have to fight off four other people, the two of us will have our rematch at the Initiative Pay Per View. I do hope that you are going to be able to lift yourself up to the level of physicality that I am going to demand of everyone in the middle of the ring” Matthew says as both his hands come to wrap around the baseball bat. He brings the razor ribbon up against the cloth his shirt and begins to rip into the fiber with it. “I would honestly be a fool to think that you are a pushover, Codair. You are the most formidable challenge that’s been placed in front of me since I have entered this company. I guess I need to make sure I do a hell of a job tonight, since I have to begin building my list of accomplishments bible that we are all handed upon our first day in the company” Matthew retorts as he continues to rip up the material of his shirt, the tips of the barbs beginning to press against his flesh. 

“This match is either going to end our feud or only elevate it to a level that will have the fans talking about for decades to come. I see that type of potential jiving between the two of us, we both know what the fans want to see and we both are willing to sacrifice our bodies in order to give them that ultimate of pleasures. The cherubs that have been placed into this match with us need to step aside and let us finally settle this battle to see who the better man is honestly. You know that I was able to push you to your limits from the moment when I stepped into this company. We are going to kick the doors off this Establishment and show everyone what the talent can truly be capable of. Yes, Codair, we are going to make it so that the roster dreams of not holding the World Title, but the Hybrid Title. We will make a showcase of talent and violence that has never been seen before within this business. We’ll make Management think twice about wrestlers of our caliber” Prince says as he pulls the baseball bat away from the mangled remains of his shirt. Traces of blood can be see upon the tips of the barbs. He licks the blood away from the barbs with the tip of his tongue and then draws back to the camera. 

“Codair, we both seem to have a distaste for Darin Zion and Brian Hollywood. Call it a lack of respect for authority, or something along those lines. I think we should make it our goal to keep an eye on Zion and make sure he has nothing up his sleeve in regards to winning the Hybrid Championship. He’s far from an idiot, so we both know that he will have an ace up his sleeve if things begin to go sour for him at the match, I believe it will be in both of our good intentions to make sure that Darin does not walk away at the end of the night with the Hybrid Championship. Even though we both know that I’m going to finally be the one with his arms held high at the end of the night. There isn’t going to be a referee to call an end to the match due to an injury, so the possibilities become endless in regards to this match. I’m willing to do whatever it takes and endure any level of pain in order to have my hands finally wrapped around the Hybrid Title. I’m looking forward to taking things back to the hardcore, Codair” Prince says as he starts to wrap things up. “So, in closing…

…..my symphony is slicker than sixty Sicilianos from Sicily, ya’ll motherfuckers can talk but you’ll never do shit to me!!”

The camera moves to focus upon the face of Matthew Prince, a man who appears both calm, focused and ready to explode with rage all at the same time. The scene slowly fades into darkness. 

[codair]

Now I wage through the punishment of war, countless bodies fallen as I open the door. A soulless wreck I can attest, to my heart a deep protest. A fear of god is no longer in need, a fear of life a planted seed. A broken thought is where it is, a wage less war strangled by a strange abyss.

The scene opens up as TJ Codair and Nikki Blade are seen sitting across from each other in the Skybox at the Tampa Bay Times Forum, the arena is empty, as Blade and Codair are seen talking over things. John Ojeda is seen napping on the couch. As Codair is seen getting up and heading over to the bar and pulling himself out a beer.

TJ: Nikki, ya want anything.

Nikki: Anything strong sounds good right about now.

She glances over at John for a moment than back at TJ who's pouring her a drink.

TJ: Ya got it.

Codair grabs a bottle of Coke and grabs a bottle of Crown Royal, and fills it up about 4 fingers full then pours in a splash of Coke. Then walks over and hands her the glass

TJ: It's called a Black Tooth Grin, mainly for shots, thank you very much Dimebag for teaching me how good this is.

Codair takes a swig of his Guinness, then grabs the bottle of Jameson Irish Whiskey sitting at the side of the couch he is sitting on and pulls it out, then takes a gulp straight from the bottle.

TJ: How you feeling, we ain't talked about the shit that went down, I know John is all hellfire about it, so I figured the best time to bring it up was when he wasn't around, in this case napping like a baby.

Nikki: John likes to make sure I'm taken care of. That beating that Hollywood introduced me to, yea I have to admit...it hurt but it didn't kill me TJ...Hollywood didn't break me. He tried to. He came close but he didn't and I will be damned if I ever let him get that close again.

She takes a long sip of her drink, letting it glide down her throat then licking her lips to the taste of it. She glances back towards him.

Nikki: He thinks cause I'm some girl that I'm going to run and hide but he's mistaken. John taught me a lot. Most important thing he taught me was never to show your weakness...I'm not about to let my guard down again that's for sure.

TJ: Yeah, John is a good guy for that, John helped breath new life into my career. Got me to join here to help him, and in turn gave me a new direction and rekindled my career. When we saw what was going on, Man we couldn't get there fast enough. Security tried to stop us, which I know John must have told ya, but I mean I never seen the guy possessed like he was. He tore right through them, I didn't even get a swing in. They were down before I had a chance to react.

Nikki chuckles at what TJ said picturing John tearing through them like they were paper to get to her.

Nikki: Yea he can be a bit over protective too but I could see why he would do what he did. Atwater alone did the most damage and I don't know why but Hollywood seems to think smacking me around is going to get John all out of sorts and John will make a mistake but it works just the opposite. He's like a caged animal..and I'm sure he didn't expect you guys to join him too..which I haven't thanked you yet.

TJ: You and him would do the same for me, I have no doubt in mind so there is no need. They will suffer for this, Starting with Zion, that fucking idiot is lucky it is me in that ring, and not John.

Codair looks over his beer and takes a swig, then lights up a cigarette as Nikki takes another long drink, hoping the alcohol starts to work on the pain she is feeling.

Nikki: He is lucky, but hell not to lucky if he has to face you. Don't worry though, any other shit goes down, busted ribs or not I'm going to be watching shit don't get out of hand as will John.

TJ: Oh I know, trust me, I know. John has been saying it all week to me, the only X factor of the whole thing that has me on guard is Matthew Prince. He nearly beat me the last match, and then Chase managed to pop my shoulder out of place. Leaves me at a bit of a disadvantage, however. This is a six man tlc, all rules are basically out the window. The only thing is survival and climbing up the ladder and taking what's rightfully mine. That is going to be a bit rough, however. There is a matter of sustainability, the longer the match goes, the better I am. Don't worry though, I will try to leave enough of Zion left for you to kick the shit out of later on down the line

Codair takes a drag off his cigarette as she laughs downing the rest of her drink as John rolls over making a grunting noise.

Nikki: Thanks, I don't mind kicking his ass for what his part was in my attack. I really don't get it though, I mean...I'm not John or you...I am the former Next Gen champ...a woman and yet pose a threat. Kind of makes me all giddy inside that they have their concerns or like I said...beat the old lady and they get the mans attention and if that's the case...

She takes a deep breath looking at TJ.

Nikki: They might of woken a sleeping dragon and god help them...John is not going to go easy on any one of them.

TJ: They got both of our attentions, that is for sure, and that is not a good thing. It was one little slip up, while John was talking to me about some bullshit. It was like they were watching you, cause I mean, he was away from you for not even five minutes. This whole thing was fucking disgusting, it shows how much cowards they truly are.

Nikki: I agree. Cowards led by the biggest jackass in the company. Like I said, I might be down but I'm far from out and they are in for a very rude awakening...I'm not hiding, nor am I licking my wounds I'm here, thinking of just how to make them suffer..maybe they think I'm stupid or something for not hiding behind John...they don't know me very well and when they do finally realize I'm not some woman that needs a mans protection that's when they are going to slip up and be in the shock of their life.

She gets up and walks to the bar pouring herself a drink of straight whiskey and downing it fast, slamming the shot glass down on the bar top.

Nikki: Asshole's! I can't take this crap no more from them, they are about to see just what else John has taught me and they wont like it.


TJ “In fighting and in everyday life you should be determined though calm. Meet the situation without tenseness yet not recklessly, your spirit settled yet unbiased. An elevated spirit is weak and a low spirit is weak. Do not let the enemy see your spirit.”

Nikki: It's kinda hard TJ when your the point of their attack...I mean how do you keep calm when your being tossed back and forth between the two getting your ass handed to you? Its not that easy to keep calm...I'm getting down right sick and tired of it.


TJ: Ya never cried out, ya never screamed, and if I am a gambling man, I'd say ya told em to go fuck themselves a few times. Darlin, ya did just that. Now, its a matter of getting them back and taking em apart. Cutting them down where they stand, and we will do so. I promise ya that, I start on Zion, and we start ending this pathetic existence known as The Establishment.

Nikki: I never did. I didn't' let them win. I cant..cause If I do..I'm not worth a damn thing to you guy or anyone against them. I can promise you that...they will never break me.

TJ gets to his feet and walks over to the bar and grabs a shot glass.

TJ: Ya been through a lot darlin, but worth is not because you got hurt or cried in agony. Worth comes from loyalty, friendship, love. It is about taking care of your own, and ya done just that. They break you, you will rebuild yourself, ya know why. Darlin, your a tough ass bitch, that is why. John woulda never been with ya if ya were not. Ya are a remarkable women, and he loves that about ya. As for them, they can kill one of us, and we will come back from the dead and haunt em til they walk off a skyscraper. You being as tough as you are is a wonderful thing, but don't be for us, because we don't need ya like that. We need you strong, but we don't need you to be a machine, John don't need that. John needs you to be his right arm, and his heart. Where we are all heading, me and him don't need em.

TJ grabs the bottle of Crown and pours two shots, and grabs the coke and splashes coke in both shots. Then holds the shot glass up.

TJ: May your glass be ever full.May the roof over your head be always strong.And may you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead.

Nikki grins raising her glass, looking over at John again with a smile then back at him.

Nikki: Your damn right!

She taps his glass with hers then downs the shot placing it on the bar as Codair does the same.

TJ: Ah, I gotta clear outta here, I got things to take care of. I will see ya guys around, tell John that I will call him later.

TJ heads out of the skybox, as he looks at John passed out on the couch.

TJ: Times I wish I had a black marker, ha.

The scene ends.


The scene opens as TJ is seen lounging in a chair, a remote in his hand flipping through TV channels. A bag of potato chips sits on his lap and a bottle of Mt. Dew. He comes across a clip of Darin Zion, he listens for a mere second as Zion's voice is heard, he then shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

"BORING."

Codair changes the channel, and finds an episode of Looney Tunes playing. The sound the Merrie Melodies music plays as a smile appears on Codair's face. As he sits there for a minute, and a commercial come on. He watches for a second and then shakes his head in disbelief.

"HOLY SHIT, the Power Rangers have been around twenty friggen years, dude. What the fuck, am I really getting that old."

Codair flips through the channels and the Camera comes around and shows Kate Winslet and Leonardo DiCaprio together. "I will never let go Jack," Kate says, as Codair stands up immediately and points at the TV.

"OH You will never let go, BITCH soon as he dies saving you and making sure you live, you let go and he sinks down to the bottom of the Atlantic in freezing cold water. You cold hearted bitch."

Codair throws the remote through the TV, as he is seen flipping it off.

"You fucked up my life Kate, you fucked it up real good, I will never trust a woman because of you. Every time I get close, that line plays through my head, the scene plays through. YOU HAVE DAMNED ME. Course it didn't help I didn't get laid for a month after Leo sank down. Oh Lorna, you hated the fact that Leonardo DiCaprio finally grew up and started being a good actor."

Codair walks over and kicks the TV to the floor.

"Take that Kate, Take that, you and the bitch with 8 kids deserve to burn in hell for your annoying words. May you die and rot. This is why I never got with a Kate, this is why DAMNIT. HAHAHAHA"

Codair picks up his bag of Potato Chips and takes a couple and eats them.

"Shit I suppose I probably should have watched the Zion promo, even though I know as well as everyone else that what's playing on the TV now is so much better then that piece of shit he said, HAHAHA."

End of scene.

The scene opens up back in the arena, as Codair is seen standing inside the empty ring looking around at the stands. He is wearing the new Fear The Machinehead t shirt and leaning on the ropes looking to the entrance ramp.

"So close ain't it folks. It is almost time for the six of us to get in the ring together and doing the good old crash and bash on each other. Myself, Tiami Tyler, Anton Chase, Darin Zion, Matthew Prince, and Timothy Hunt all will meet in this here ring, in which we all battle to the damn near death for the PXW Hybrid Title, the title I hold. The title I worked my ass off to get, have defended a couple of times sense I got the title, and the title that will be hanging about fifteen feet up in the air. Shining, sparkling, there is only one real way to get to it. You climb the ladder and reach for your damn life. Praying that you can grasp it just in time, before someone knocks you off the ladder and ya plummet down 15 feet and come crashing down, just like all of the dreams we all have had. It could happen in an instant, you don't know what's going on, and next thing you know it. Someone is up on the ladder and grabs it while your in the middle of hitting someone with your finishing maneuver. Like that, the match is over, the winner has the gold, and dreams die."

Codair looks up, as the wire is seen hanging over the middle of the ring, as Codair points to it.

"Do you all see, look. That right there is the way we win, the goal we try to reach. To attain the second highest ranked title in the company. A stepping stone for some, fulfillment of legacy for others, and of course my favorite, securing ones legacy.

Codair puts his arm down and turns his attention to the camera.

That is my intent at the pay per view. To not only destroy some dreams, but to live mine, and prove to the entire world that I am in fact the best this division has seen. I am the future greatest Hybrid Champion ever. You see I aspire to a few things, however the main goal, is for me to solidify my legacy to not only bring back the honor that is to be the Hybrid Champion, but the pride also. To be the longest reigning Champion, in which I will have to completely obliterate the past record. Which stands right now at almost five months by Violent K. Judging by the title changes back in 2005 and 2006 it was actually defended more then just the occasional show, and the pay per views. Seeing as well Darin Zion has his day to day activities, he will never be able to provide this championship title, the title I hold, the Hybrid title, the respect it deserves and the fighting for it requires. This was once the fucking stepping stone, the proving ground title. This was the workhorse title, that is what I intend to make it once again. In which I guarantee you all when I retain my title. I will be taking on any and all challengers when they are deserving or prove that they deserve the opportunity. Why because that is the way to do it. That is the pecking order in which the divisions are. Tag team title's should be defended at least twice a month. Next Generation the same, The world Heavyweight, once is sufficient because it is the most coveted. The Hybrid,I am a sick enough man to say it should be defended at least three to four times a month. To show that it is in fact the title that makes you, or breaks you and shows if you are worthy of moving on to the World Heavyweight Division."

Codair chuckles to himself for a minute.

"Do I deserve the opportunity for the World Heavyweight Championship. No, not yet. Will I ever. Your damn right I will. You know why, because when I am done with this division. I will have shown the world that I am more then qualified to carry the banner. Does that mean I will have to face John Ojeda further on down the line. I could only hope, because that would be the best match the World Heavyweight Championship has ever seen. Do I focus on it though? No I do not, and here is why. The reason I do not focus on the Heavyweight division is because I have become rather attached to this here title. I want it, I crave it. Every morning I get up, I look at it and thank the people that have been influential in my career that have helped me get to this point. Do any of you, have that type of honor. I thought so. You see, the man before you know is a complex individual. I am funny as hell, I am a sadistic as hell, I am meaner then fuck. However I am the most honorable person you will ever meet. You know why, because I do not forget where I come from and where I have been. I do not forget the people that have moved me forward, nor do I forgive the ones that have tried to hold me back. I am without a shadow of a doubt, on the verge of greatness with this division, with this title and I will not be stopped by meaningless banter from my opponents who believe with all their heart's and souls that they deserve this title of being the champion of the Hybrid Division.With the talent here in the PWX, specially the ones that seem to be fed to me, with the exception of one. I doubt that it will be that much of a challenge."

Codair nods his head as he begins to speak again.

"Matthew Prince was a challenge, however truth be told. We didn't push it all the way like we should have. I mean 3 stages of hell, that was fun. That was real fun, but next time, I think something a bit more sadistic should be considered. I am sure you will agree Prince, because we didn't give this Hybrid title the honor and recognition, nor the blood sacrifice it so justly desires and deserves now did we? We didn't take our bodies to the edge yet. With all the anger and the hatred, and the fire that burns inside of the both of us. You know that our last match was amusing as all hell. When the referee had to declare me the winner because you could no longer compete. That was a disgusting fucking thing. You know why, like you said. You just needed a band aid, and I humbly agree. Our match was on the verge of becoming a legendary blood feud. Now I guarantee you part of the reason why the Six Pack Challenge was made was just so that you and I could not re do our little dance again. It was more then likely made so that they can take away this title so much easier then they could looking me eye to eye in the ring. They wanna make sure that you and I are so fixated on each other, trying to kill one another, that the four of them one person just has to get lucky and get it. I foresee something Prince, I foresee one of us walking away with the title. I foresee it being me, because I want to remain the champion so much more then your desire for the title, you and I both know that. You saw it first hand, and you know damn well that I will go and do what needs to be done to ensure the outcome is me standing triumphant. The outcome is me winning over you."

Codair turns and looks at the announce table, as he to the side of the ring where it is on.

"Oh I have no sympathy for the men sitting at this table, we all know your a squirter Matt. We all know that when you bleed it goes everywhere. Fact is though we all know for a fact that your blood is not for the business though, we all know what you like is the sheer brutal of a battle, your a gladiator. Me I ain't so much but I can be when the time calls for it. I am more of a thing called a wrestler, I love the challenge though, from anyone that possesses a potential threat to me, you are that challenge for sure."

Codair looks over at the ring keeper station where the bell is sitting.

"Before we start though, either myself or you got to make sure we get our hands on the hammer, so he can't call for the match to end to quick. Just in case, cause I would hate to have the same bullshit happen again, I know you feel the same way. IT wasn't a dishonorable thing to happen however it was a sheer annoyance. I mean I get why they stopped our match, however disappointed is definitely a term id rather use about the ending. Now there is no excuse and the suits should be putting down plastic. We all know there will be blood. However is it going to be from me or you, or is it going to be from the rest of em. Now that's something I honestly cant answer without speculating foul play. However guys like us, that is easily done at any given moment any time of the day. Matthew, think about this. No one will be stopped, no one will ring the bell today, there is no escape til someone gets the Hybrid Title. That is the way it should be. All hell is about to break loose Prince, get your marshmallows ready."

Codair just gets a smirk on his face as he looks over the ring a bit, and starts to bounce up and down on the top rope.

" You know, the six of us stand on the edge of oblivion, because all of our claims will be weighed, and judged by the fans, the people, our peers. They will cheer on who they believe, and they will boo who the don't. That is just the nature of the business. So as we all see the 6 dreams right in front of us, we question whose dream is going to be the one that is fulfilled. As the rest fall into the endless abyss that is another word said that has no meaning. I am forced to think about Darin Zion and his endless prattle of bullshit and attempts at out smarting everyone, with whatever quick wit he supposedly thinks he has. Whatever dashingly stupid fucking comment he thinks he can come out with to sound that much more better then everyone else. Darin, I want you to know a couple of things right now. Before I go on and say what I am going to say to you. That is, number one, I have not seen or watched your promo at all. I like to think of it as a free will judgement call, because after watching whatever useless garbage you will have to say I will be so depressed that I will not have the time wasted back, that I would probably be better of doing something a bit more important like, oh I don't know, like Taking a shit. Maybe singing outside like an idiot during a hurricane, that sounds more entertaining. Why stop there though, we can always continue on down the rabbit hole and pull out more entertaining things. Maybe reading a Dr. Seuss book that would be entertaining and more enlightening. Let us not forget about my personal favorite of all of them. It is called actually sleeping, oh yeah. It is much more entertaining, and a promo by you yes will put a person to sleep, however the nightmares sure as fuck ain't worth the agony of listening to you yammer on and on about how you deserve this or that."

Codair rolls his eyes.

"The second thing I would like you to know is this. I already have a base line idea of what your promo was, and really don't need to throw my dignity away by watching and listening to it. It is the whole I'm better then you lines with the accolades you have and probably how you were the 3 time PWX Hybrid Champion and you are looking to go for number 4 right. I have had more entertaining matches against guys like Anton Chase then watching your bullshit promo about how great you are and how your the master thinker, and how your so much better. How you got an ace up your sleeve, a rabbit in your hat, a pineapple up your ass, how you can't get anyone to blow you because you have this terrible burning sensation Every time you piss."

Codair exhales thinking to himself a second, making sure the next set of words to come out of his mouth are those he wants to say.

"Third thing I want you to know is quite simple, the reason I didn't watch your bullshit promo is because I really didn't feel like dissecting the hell out of it and saying things to every bit of it trying to prove you wrong, because somewhere deep in the shit for brains head of yours that is what you want me to do and what you would love for me to do. So that you could honestly sit there and go look, TJ is afraid, and that he is now trying to prove he is not. I don't want you holding that over me, because then you would think to yourself that your words have merit to me. They do not, you see. I think your a scum bag, a low life piece of shit, a man so obsessed with his own career that he forgets what he truly is behind office doors. No I am not going with a joke of being under the desk. I won't this time Darin. You forget that you help run this company. Yet you seemingly end up in the middle of peoples business when you should not be. Specifically in this match, because I quite honestly believe that you have no reason to be in it. You ain't proven a thing, and so help me god I know you probably brought this up about your match with Ojeda. Don't use the one fluke in a man's career as a blasting point to prove that you are at the caliber that is needed to hold the Hybrid Champion for more then a month or two."

Codair looks at the camera, not blinking.

"The last and final thing I am going to say about you at this very moment, and I want you to think real hard on this one. It is simple. The entire time you said whatever you had to say about everything involving this match, you could have simply just focused on the roster at large and done your job, actually busting your ass and making deals to bring in more people and make this places competion skyrocket even more. However yet again, you get yourself into things that do not concern you. Aside from your insatiable greed, and your love of yourself. A desperate act for a man that is all talk. However long that piece of shit you did, you could have been going back and forth on negotiations. You know the whole owner bit. What I am trying to say really is this Go back to Kansas Dorothy, I already shot your dog."

Codair stops for a moment then looks at the camera, as the camera man is saying something.

"Zion is from Chicago, I know this. I was making a, oh fuck it I ain't going to sit here and explain the shit out to you. I don't have that much time on my hands. Why the fuck do I always get the stupid fucking camera men."

Codair cracks his neck as he stops, thinks for a moment then gets back on track.

"You see it is not abut the many titles you have had, or the many titles you may have. The amount of times you have held a title or the claim to fame it gives you in this match. This is a match of epic proportions and it being of this caliber it should be well documented that everyone involved is more then qualified to carry the banner should they gain this championship. Lets look at it right now. Statistically speaking, I have won 3 match's thus far with the Hybrid Champion involved, the first gaining it, the next two by decision. Even though, I would have preferred to press on about the second to last match I was in, it was a decision that came down and could not be reversed. That leads me up to my last encounter defending my Hybrid Championship against Anton Chase."

Codair just shakes his head in disgust and then chuckles for a moment and then begins again.

"Your just a bit of a complexity now ain't ya Baby Dick Chase. Your happy go lucky, then suddenly your dark and dreary, trying to pull the complex role reversal in order to combat people. Thinking that maybe the only way for you to go about it all is to just make like your more sinister then the rest. Seriously, are you fucking kidding me? I mean I hate to be the guy that tells ya the truth there Anton, you ain't that terrifying. Your just going through a rough time right now."

Codair chuckles quietly for a second.

"I know, you just hit puberty didn't ya. Oh Anton, Anton, Anton...............Anton. Soon you will be growing hair in weird places, thinking about.......... Thinking more about..... Dude, are you gay or straight? I mean shit I could never figure it out, I mean the way ya dress at times, then the way you run around acting like a primadonna bitch with some kinda weird sense of entitlement. Then of course lets not forget, you also are seeming to have a constant case of PMS."

Codair holds out his hand.

"Gimme your man card Anton, you don't deserve it anymore. Get back to those naughty lil places you like to go when you dress like a girl and singing along to The Pointer Sisters. If ya ask nicely, I notice your hair is getting a bit longer, maybe Tiami would be happy to do it up for ya, I could see ya with a pair of pony tails chump."

Codair turns and looks at the banner for the Initiative and nods his head.

"It is clear isn't Anton, what the plan is. What needs to be done, because if it is not done now, it may not be done anytime in the near future. Seeing as I have been on a bit of an unbeatable path or rage and anger. I ain't saying I am invicincible, you learned that didn't you. You took advantage of a long grueling match I had with Prince the weak before and you re injured a part of my that is well documented to be a bad spot, a weakness. You thought you had me, however yet again you got to cocky and arrogant and it bit you in the ass. This time, it was not me going nuts and taking you out and getting the match thrown out. No this was a straight up win while injured, while I re located my shoulder. If you can't take me with a fucked up arm, how in the hell are you going to be able to beat me when I'm fully pissed off. Have you actually thought your plan's through. Cause not to sound callous or rude, but your planning's really do suck. Hell to be honest, your improvising abilities are worse. Normally I would have added something else. I mean your improvising abilities are worse then........ realistically though I can't compare em to anything. You know why that is, because they are just that bad. To come out and just legitimately say you suck, that is depressing cause I know I got better material then that however it is the truth, live and let live I guess."

Codair leans his head over and looks at the camera for a moment.

"Now to be a gambler in a roll of the dice, my chances are 1 and 6, and how the hell could I make the odds better on myself aside from jumping people. Even though that really is not my thing, ain't my calling card nor is it something I feel comfortable doing. I mean it is easier then hell to do but it goes against everything I believe in. I am a firm believer in beating the hell outta people in a straight up fight. Why because that is me and who I am. Another person I think is the same way would be the next person on my little hit parade. The man known as Timothy Hunt."

Codair just thinks to himself for a moment then begins to speak.

"Now maybe I dunno what the Hybrid Division may have meant to a man like you. However I have an image for the division, an image with the grand design of making working guys bust their asses to become the champion. Sense I first came to this company, I have been busting my ass day in and day out for this company and have established myself as a top contender here. I earned my chance at this title. I earned my shot, and I won't say you haven't earned the opportunity, because realistically there ain't many people who have earned the championship shot. Prince will be a prime person on that one, however the man pissed me off, and well Hollywood felt he should grant him a shot. Anton, I wanted to earn the shot, and in turn he won it in a bit of a twist of fate. Well realistically, I got pissed off and just tried to tear his head and his neck off. Didn't happen, but you get the idea. Timothy, do I think your worthy of the opportunity, no, not yet. However I wanna see you get into that position. A position I know for sure you can earn. You seem like ya got the fighting spirit. Not saying anything to try and upset you. Or bring down that fighting spirit little camper, however the fact of the matter is this. I am the champion. I sure as hell didn't win this title by kissing anyone's ass either."

Codair just cracks his knuckles as the Hybrid title is seen in the background laying on the top turnbuckle in the far corner of the ring from where Codair is.

"Now if I I were you, I would not go into this match thinking you are going to win the championship title. It is a false hope that will not come through for you in the way you want. However this match should be more about showing that you are a true contender for the Hybrid Championship, that you deserve to be in the next match for the title against me. However a handing of an opportunity like you think you got, haha. That is a joke and a half. Your second match here, and you think your in league right now. No you need to work yourself back in. Which would be a good change, I am so sick and tired of wrestling a fake like Anton Chase, who is a good guy one time, next time he does a dramatic about face and become bad guy number 1 which no one actually believes. You, seem pretty friggen sincere about who you are. Problem is though, you still having it. I am a prime example of still having it. Come December I will be 40 years old with 19 years under my belt as a professional wrestler. So I understand the desire a bit, and anytime you feel froggy, you go ahead and you jump. You come at me with all you have, and when your little dream fades to nothingness. You can tell me how good your controversy is when you fuck with the mick with the mouth. Trust me, I'm all for controversy because there ain't anyone, including Zion himself whose more controversial then I am."

Codair just gets a smug look on his face, as he turns and looks at the Hybrid Championship.

"There is no need to say many words to you other then you want your shot at the title, come and get it. Because whether or not you like it or not, I am still the baddest mother fucker in this ring, and I could give a shit about anyone's respect anymore. You know why that is. There was a time, for a long while I thrived on earning respect, I thrived on being acknowledged for what I do and how I do it. Now a day. I just don't give a fuck at this point. I will say and do what I want when I want. I just don't care if I offend anyone, or piss em off, because to me. That is just fun."

Codair just rubs his hands for a second as he starts to speak again.

"Now we have seen and witnessed in the past few months the changing of the guard so to speak, the heroes becoming bad, the bad becoming good, the world turning upside down and this place going into anarchy. No one knows which way is up or down anymore all they know is that this is the way it has to be for the better. The problem is the better is not something everyone agrees on. The differing opinions become scary because everyone will do what they can to make this company reflect what it. The coalitions are amusing, how they think, how they act. I mean you have the Establishment, and the people against, are called the Anti-Establishment. I mean of all things, the Anti- Establishment, which dumb ass writer came up with that name. I mean in all honesty, The Resistance could have been better then Anti. I mean realistically me, Ojeda, his old lady, the Anti-establishment, makes us sound like we are actually established. No not really, why because yeah we ain't fighting as one single unit. The writers these days are amusing as hell, really they are. What is next teleprompters for promo's, scripts for segments during a show. Hickory Dickory Dock, a mouse slapped Zion in the cock. Alright, I really need to lay off the comments towards Zion, but you know the guy annoys me. It is his plan, I know, I know, that is his goal of life. Got it, at least there is one good thing about the Establishment, and she is up next."

Codair gets a smile on his face.

"The smile on my face covers the hole in my heart Tiami, you see a guy like me it is hard for me to get a good strong woman such as yourself. For some strange reason they find me a bit abrasive, a bit offensive but really deep down. I am a gentleman, I just take my craft a bit seriously. You understand don't ya. Fact is Tiami I am a fan of yours, the beauty the grace, the way you speak your mind freely. Oh I know my tune has changed a little bit sense my last about you, however the fact remains. I do take this match quite seriously and darlin, sometimes the light in your eyes is the night train coming down the tracks."

Codair exhales deeply as he shakes his head.

"Do I see you being intrigued in the things I may have to say about you. No I do not because well just like most GIRLS, they have no idea what a real man is like. They just think the company they keep is the one best suited for them. I mean yeah being the boss's beautiful and talented go to girl is a good thing, but sometimes it ain't the one you should follow. Sometimes the path you should follow is not the path that has all the arrows pointing to it with the neon lights and the amazing marquee telling you to follow. I have chosen a bit of a rough patch, but there is a beautiful spot at the end. I know this, I have seen it, and will see it once again. When you grow up, your more then welcome to join me."

Codair gets a small grin on his face.

"I mean I understand, alliances have been made, you and I are on opposite sides, but think of it like Romeo and Juliet a bit, well aside from the whole I die, you die thing because that would kind of put a damper on my day."

Codair stops himself and just shakes his head, shaking the thoughts out of his head.

"I gotta stop thinking that of you, you are my opponent and I need to focus. You are hot, you are talented, you are an amazing addition to the roster, but the fact is, you are my enemy and one that is looking to gain the championship from me. As much as I would love for you to pin me for the 1. 2. 3 but the fact is, this is a match that requires us to scale up a ladder and grab the tit. Shit, I gotta focus. Snap out of it TJ .

Codair walks over to the turnbuckles and starts to smack his head off it a couple of times. A look of anger comes across his face as he begins to speak.

"Tiami, fact of the matter is this, your my enemy and my little attraction to you, provided I have said some nasty things in the past about you not provided cause well I been covering my tracks. So I decide to let em out at the pay per view promo, quite honestly maybe the last one to come out. What the fuck am I thinking. Tiami, I am going to win this championship, you wanna make me swallow all those awful thing I have said about you in the past few weeks. That is fine, consider em swallowed, but you wanna beat me and prove that the establishment is the higher power in this match. That will not happen. I will not allow the Establishment to take the Hybrid title from me, I won't allow anyone to take it away from me. You know why. I am quite good at what I do, one of the best in the world to date. I will sacrifice anyone who tries to prove otherwise because that is what I do. That is who I am and it does not matter what you think or feel about me. Nor the rest of the establishment, I will retain my championship title, come hell or high water, I will do what needs to be done and no one will stop me in my journey. Do yourself a favor Tiami, stand aside. For the love of god, do not make me show you the error in your ways. Make back is against the wall I will admit that. In turn though, you never back a wild animal into a corner, because there is no telling what it will do. Take the warning and stay far away."

Codair steps out of the ring, and drops down. He rummages under the ring and pulls out a ladder. He throws it in the ring, favoring his left shoulder a little bit as he starts to roll it around trying to get it to loosen up a little bit as he rolls back into the ring.

"The thing we all need to realize is quite simple, the six of us are all in this ring together, two with an alliance, The others with no alliance what so ever with anyone in this ring. I mean you have Zion and Tiami who are part of the establishment. Then you have Anton who couldn't get anyone to back him even if he tried, me and Prince, which are like fire and water and then there is the wildcard in all of this Timothy Hunt. I still don't understand the reason why he is in, I am sure though according to his prior comments. He is in the same category with me when it comes to the Establishment, and that is why he was tossed into this little competition if anyone could call it that. I see this more as a right to kill anyone type match up and at least 3 want to see my head on a platter. I think the other two however could really care less. That being Prince and Hunt himself. Now with that being said."

Codair picks up the ladder and opens it up, putting it right in the middle of the ring and then looking up to where his Hybrid Title will be hanging. He then walks over and grabs the Hybrid Title, and drapes it over his right shoulder and holds it for a moment, he places his left hand over the face plate with his name on it. He looks back up.

"The thought of my Hybrid Championship hanging up there man, that is a daunting thought. To think that it will be so high out of reach and at anytime any one of the six can gain the title at any time. It is really hard to process my mind frame right now. Now I ain't one to run from any challenge, there is no fear in me, however the thought of it hanging there, makes me know I am in a no lose situation. That I need to come out harder and stronger then I have ever come out before and prove to the world why I am the Hybrid Champion."

Codair climbs up the ladder and hangs his Hybrid Championship up on it. As he turns and sits on the top of the ladder, he looks down at the arena floor and then the entrance ramp, then at the seats.

"Sitting up here, puts a whole new retrospect at the position I am in. It allows me to think a bit about how much this match means to the company, the division, and everything that this title means. Everything I have been fighting to attain in my entire career. With that burden I have no choice but to win. However this match will stand as one of the best this company has had."

Codair just looks out to stands as the camera looks up at him.

"Now if we all sit here and think about it all. The very existence of the PWX is at stake in a sense. Depending on which side your rooting on. The Establishment wants the title to say they beat me and made me suffer. The others for saying they stood up to both sides, and of course me a part of the Anti- Establishment."

Codair rolls his eyes at saying Anti-Establishment.

"God, I hate that name, I really do. It is so unoriginal, it is so corny, it ain't even funny. To be honest, I would wish this title would bring unity to the PWX. Not show how selfishly each side wants it for a foothold. Hopefully this match will bring that. This entire match is chance for each person in it to prove that no matter what, without a shadow of a doubt they deserve this championship, that they deserve to be in the limelight, to be the star. To be the man or woman of the hour. Yet I question how many actually understand this. IS there actually anyone in this match that believe that. Or is it all just in a sense for selfish gain."

Codair starts to descend down the ladder. He gets down to the mat again and then looks up at it.

"Oh the title is so far away right now, reality is setting in on the situation and the gravity of this match. You see, I never once feared losing a match, nor did I ever care about titles much, however this title, I wanted it, I needed it, because I felt it was mine from the very first instance I saw it. It is invigorating to hold and it become a part of you in a way that no one can imagine. Well with the exception of Darin. You know I got something I need to get off my chest about Darin, so Darin, if your watching, you may wanna turn it up a little bit."

Codair cracks his neck again as he walks over to the turnbuckles and hops up to the second, then turns and sits on the top turnbuckle.

"I hate your fucking guts, I think you are a pompous piece of shit, a low life scum bag like I have said on numerous occasions. However there is something else I think you really do need to know. Now knowing full well you probably said a lot of unflattering things to me, about me, whatever. I am going to come out and say this because I feel you do need to know. I do respect you, I respect the things you have done for this company, I respect everything you have put in. I respect the lengths you will go for this company. I may not like every little bit, and I know for a fact that you are fine toothing everything I say you and I both know this war between Establishment and Anti Establishment is going to end one day one way in the most brutal of fashions. The battle lines have been drawn specially for what you have done to Nikki. As a business man, your respectable, as a person you are despicable and vile, however you are not without your limits and I will find them, I guarantee you that as god as my witness I will find them, and I will use it to destroy you one day. I promise you that, and you can tell by the look in my eyes I am dead fucking serious. This company needs a change for it to survive, and unfortunately for the lot of you, you are not willing to make that change in the favor of all of us, your only doing it for yourselves. To ensure your place, not caring about the many people that fall victim to your ploys and plans. I want you to know that I have your number, I have your goals, and I see your dreams. You make damn well sure you keep them close, because I get a hold of em I will turn em into your nightmares and your undoing."

Codair looks at the camera.

"A long time ago, there is a good chance that you and I could have been allies, hell maybe even friends, however the whole kick everyone around thing you got going on it don't set well with me. Now don't get me wrong, I ain't a nice guy. I don't wear white for a reason. I get dirty when I want to and need to. I say things that piss people off because that is what I do, and with that I have made the company some heavy dough. I don't fuck around and when I was brought in you all knew that I was worth the investment. You and I don't see eye to eye nor do I think we will ever. Unless you change your position. Mine will always remain the same. My ideals, my thoughts, my beliefs, will never change. You know why Darin, I'm a bit more old school then the whole lot of the people in this company and I have made a fortune over the years in this business. I could have retired a long time ago, however I did not. The reason being is because I wanted to see the wrestling world better off then what it was. Where the roster was content, and the management enjoyed making sure the roster was keeping the action going. I have been kicked around for far to long and far to much, and when I saw what Hollywood was doing here, I could not sit idly by, and then I saw you. I saw what you did and do, and I despised the person you were. I understand there always has to be an antagonist, but it is not an act to you it is real life."

Codair glares at the camera.

"This is real life to me to Darin, when those camera's are off I am still TJ Codair, the guy that will kick someone's ass if he needs to or wants to. The Irish street kid that learned how tough life was at a young age working at the age of 11 to help put money and food on the table because we had my kid brother born mentally handicapped. You see I don't lie about who I am, I am everything you see in my promo's and segments, you wonder why the fans love me. Why they flock to me and why they adore me. It is because I am real. I don't lie about who I am, I don't hide behind a facade. I don't come off likeable in meetings and backstabbing at the end of the day. I don't flaunt my shit, I don't act better then I am, I prove it. You want to see who I am. Look no further then the local pub sitting back shooting the shit with the fans. Read Dante's Inferno, anything Edgar Allen Poe, Sun Tzu The Art of War, hell read Stephen King, and then you may understand. I am a thinker, and very well versed and very well educated. Artistic, musically inclined, I am the fans, that is why they adore me. I'm foul mouthed, I speak my mind, I say whatever comes out, and I make damn sure they get someone's attention because that is who I am. I am a man that fears no one alive today, and I will beat the living fuck out of anyone alive today if they step up to me, you know why. Because that is what I do. This is what I do."

Codair rolls his shoulder a bit.

"I fight injured, I don't care. Why because I don't stop. I don't quit, I don't kneel, I don't back down, I don't care if I fight someone to the last dying breath. I don't fucking care, you know why. I was not bred that way. I struggle, I crawl, I climb, I surpass, I survive. That is who I fucking am. You wanted the best in the world, and you fucking got him on the roster. You know what I am the fucking best at. That is surviving, and you better believe I am the number one guy at that. I have survived for almost 2 decades in this business. I have seen countless companies rise and fall all because of one thing, the staff running the show. Hell the roster can be the best, but yet they wont survive because of how much the staff thinks of themselves mainly the owners. They only give what they think will earn em money. Don't get me wrong I like my money, but I will never sell out or sell my soul to something I don't believe in. Zion, I don't believe in you, I don't believe in Hollywood. I believe in the heart and soul of this company and what it was founded on. The one common thing that you and Hollywood have forgotten. This is not about you, or the roster this is what the fans want, and the fans sure as hell want to see Zion fall. Zion, who am I not to give em what they want. That is what we do as wrestlers anyway. Give the fans what they want."

Codair looks at the camera and takes in a deep breath.

"This ring, this atmosphere is revealing. This is one of those times where I felt things needed to be said to you Zion, so you fully understood the gravity of this encounter between all six of us, and you better make damn sure you understand fully that you are the man in my sights. That I am fixated on taking you down, because that is one thing I have to do to reach the heights I wish to attain here in the PWX. I wish to become the best Hybrid Champion this company has seen and to do so, I must eliminate you from the competition. I want to see Heaven burn, so does that mean I gotta put you on a stake Darin. Cause I don't believe in you, for that matter I don't believe in your name. Because Darin, you have no Utopia in mind for anyone. There is no heaven for your company, there is nothing more then just heart ache and disaster for anyone who has a differing opinion then yours. Well that being the case."

Codair glares at the camera.

"I am one of the main men already in your cross hairs, your more then welcome to try and cut me down, just look on in disappointment when you see me coming at you again, and again, until one us is dead. I do not believe in your ideals, or your false opinion's. I don't care who you think you are, or who you are. No matter what Darin, this does not end between us no matter the outcome cause I will still come at you, no matter the cost. I don't care if both our careers end at the end of it all. I will see you fall, and I will be there when it happens, and there is not a damn thing you can do about it. I will be there, and so wont John Ojeda. There will be no one there to save you. There will be no one willing to save you either. So stop with your false thoughts, stop with your false sense of being untouchable. Show how afraid you truly are. Because your not fooling anyone else when you say your things about me. Your not fooling a god damn person and you know why that is. Because everyone knows for a fact I am man enough to cut you down."

Codair stops and looks up at the Hybrid title hanging on the line.

"Zion, Prince, Chase, Hunt, Tiami, this is a match to be remembered, this is a match to be highlight to all, this is a match that sets the stage for the Hybrid Division, and escalates it further then it has ever been before, and I will make damn sure that I am the one holding the title at the end of it all. It is my destiny, it is my will, and it is the legacy that I will leave the wrestling world. In turn, it is the one thing that will make sure that the PWX is at the forefront of any company that comes up, or has been around. This is what this match means to me, this is what this match means to this company, and that is what this match is for the business. It is all for that."

Codair points at the Hybrid Title.

"I will be walking out of this match as the PWX Hybrid Champion yet again, not for the second or third time, but holding onto my first time as its champion and continuing my reign, and there is not a thing that anyone of you can do about it."

Codair puts his arm down and gets off the top turnbuckles and exits the ring as the scene ends.[/font]