Falls count Anywhere Free for All - Universe Championship

[AJ]

UNIVERSE CHAMPIONSHIP

Universe Championship Brawl for all Falls count Anywhere Free for All
All MEMBERS of IWS are encouraged to come out, and compete for the Championship. The rules are simple. Get pinned, or made to submit anywhere in the warehouse. You are out of the match. The last person standing will be Universe Champion.
People like....
Dax Clark
Mistress Pain (C)
Raven Trueblood
Shane Trudex
Josie Pleasure
Rockin' Lunatic
Paroxysm...
and many more...

*Post your Role Plays below, RP Limit = 2 RP
Deadline = August 15th at 11pm EST

[jerrickhadrian]

-The lighter flickered on from nearby. Lighting up the figure of Jerrick Hadrian sitting against the wall.

Hadrian:"This match has an interesting appeal. Everybody is welcome to attend, and I don't plan on losing. Falls count anywhere. That means I don't have to worry about being in the ring. I can make people come to me. Back here where it's dark, and nobody else ever goes. I have a plan, and i'm going to stick to it."

-Jerrick picks the candle up, and shows the rest of the rooms. Shovels, chairs, chains, kendo sticks, and many other weapons lay around.

Hadrian:"I have no need to leave this place. So I invite you all to come back here, and try to force me out. It doesn't matter who you are. Everybody is my enemy in this Universe Championship match."

-Jerrick blows out the camera, and the scene fades out.

[Mistress Pain]

Mistress has been signing autographs all day and getting congratulated for her latest win against none other than Dax Clark, though technically Blake, did most of the heavy lifting in that match, but that isn't going to sober her elation for gaining the win because in reality, the person doing the pinning is the real winner despite whatever else led to that. When asked how she feels about this Falls Count Anywhere match.

Must I remind you, who it is you're speaking to? I've got this! I mean I just walked out of Injection the winner over Dax Clark, so what doubt is there? What Jerrick Hadrian? Do I really fear someone that hides in shadows like a rat, waiting to strike. I have my own monsters to deal with. After all I won last week, did I mention that? Well to get back to my point, I thought Dax, would be more competition. I gave him ample time to wage a comeback, but he failed and he was boring me so I finally just had to end it. Though I do have to give thanks to Blake, his support was just the jolt I needed to pull out that win and that kick to Dax's face was satisfying, if for no other reason then the fact that he chose Josie, to join his click and not me. Here I was the one sucking up to him for all those months, making him believe that I truly thought he was "amazing". Doesn't matter anymore, now for this match, throw what you will in my way, but I will climb over the heap and become the contender. Just like Rocky.

Then somebody mention about Riot being involved. Which seemed to skip Mistress' mind. She gives them a fake smile and continues.

I was getting to him. AJ, has proven his point that he can hold his own without his Mistress and I do applaud his efforts, but if it weren't for my guidance or lack there of as you claim, then where would you be? You have tried to rub it in my face that you are someone that I should fear or at least give a second look to, but you forget that I still have my hooks into you. For you see no matter what accomplishment you gain it is from trying to impress me and every failure, is because you decided that your training was complete. I do get aroused by a man in control and even more so with one that loses it, but you must remember AJ, that you NEED me. Oh I know that you will deny that, but think about it I'm your muse. Your whole reason for breathing is in tribute to me.

[bambi]

So like I'm not as good as most of these people that are going to be in this match, but I have something most of you lack and that's heart. There is nothing that I do that isn't one hundred percent me. Like at the final bell I might not be standing in the center of the ring, holding my hands in victory, but I will have known that I gave it my all and that to me is far more of a win than anything. Considering that I am really just here to cheer on Primo, but I thought whatever like he thinks that I have a chance at some new accessories in the form of gold. I know most of you think I'm just entertaining because I'm not very smart or that I have big blonde hair, but I'm not that dumb. So vote for me!

[Alejandro Primo]

THE PRIMO ... PART 2

Does The Primo want to be UNIVERSE CHAMPION?
Do hippos have a big ass?

Does any of this ever make any sense? Why does the Corporation always hate the Champ man?

Who really knows...but damn! Do I look good!

Ok so like we are here in the boiler room we've talked about the eXtinction title match, about Dorian Blake, about how many times he has pummled me, about Raven Trueblood and how crazy he fucking is...really what's left to talk about but this Universe title match? The Primo has to enter it, he has to keep an eye on Bambi, after all she is our partner Primo... she is ... our hot, sexy, bubble of fun, and aint nobody gonna ruin that! So here we are the boiler room of the IWS Warehouse and there is this sexy looking blonde with some banging maracas, and wow look at them blue eyes peircing through the distance. You know The Primo just can't believe that this maiden has graced most of his waking hours. He wonders now what is going through that mind, what's making that heart of gold beat like thunder, what is making those...lungs heave in and out air...


Bambi looks at Primo she is holding a pair of maracas just like he was narrirating, but as the curiousity fills her brain she questions him.
Like why am I holding these again?

"Well....Why did I ask you to bring those??" He pauses and scratches his head as he thinks. "I know I thought about a musical...Girl trust me we could do a Primo Klymaxxx music video. You know how jealous people are of us?"

"What? I didn't mean to like do that!"
She seems to think that by people being jealous of them that she has done something wrong. Quick Primo fix this!!

"Why be ashamed?! Other people adore us...look at my twitter babe..." He whips out his phone and opens up the twitter app. He shows Bambi a series of tweets while reading them. "Primo you and Klymaxxx are so cute, we'd love to see a video of you to doing the tango. wink emoticon @jeffhdxxx .... oh how about . Primo you and that smokin girl are tight man, how about you all do more phootoshoots and reality shows for me and the guys to watch when we feeling down. @fightfighterxxx.... PRIMO tell that Bambi girl to stay off you! She is like way too beneath you! XOXOXOXOX Love your bod would love some pix @kandyhearton ..... Wait....what....um like the point Babe is we are superstars together! We did that reality show and we traveled like for weeks BABE! Around the world!!! Who gets to do that?! The Primo and his babe that's who! We got fans girl and we gots some haters. Welcome to the club." He smiles at her feeling a great sense of pride inside from looking at her. He doesn't want her to feel negative at all he wants her to feel "primo"

"Well now that you mention it like I keep getting people that come up and tell me that I need to wrestle more and that I should be more than just like your sidekick. Though I like being your sidekick. We could be the next umm power couple or whatever." Oh My God she said COUPLE! Calm down Primo don't lose your cool man.

"hehehe...well now...We don't need to be a power couple Babe, we a power team! (yea smoooooooth) We Primo-Klymaxxx we blow people's minds! Did you see how jealous Mistress Pain has been of you? She hating on you because you got Primo and she got lamos. Trust in my babe we gonna go far, you and I we are what the people want! I am gonna be out there with you in that ring Mama oh yeah you know it! The Primo aint gonna let not nothing hurt my Babe! First though...." He hoist up his eXtinction title which had been a brutal war to get from Mistress Pain and now he would be fighting Dorian Blake and Raven Trueblood two people....right they are people?? Well they don't have any regard for their bodies or your body, or if you live or die or if they live or die. The Primo has got a HUGE wall to climb in this title defense. Hitting his signature or finisher whatever and than getting the W .... wow.... but The Primo can do anything! He taps the title hanging over his muscular and bare torso and shoulders and smiles at Bambi. "Only thing prettier than this baby right is is you sweet cheeks. I could really have you feeling primo too you know?" he chuckles at his own cleverness and slightly looks away fearing her reaction.

The camera slowly backs away and the scnee fades before we can truely see her reaction however as we fade to black Bambi's giggle is heard in the darkness.
Work?

[James King]

This will not be the last Dance.


James King watches Dolphus Dresden address Jerrick about their tag team championship match, they will face three other teams. The fact they are still champions amazes some people, but Dresden loses that. In the eyes of their leader The Natural Order is the real power inside the Corporation, demolishing all the rest of the teams at Rebirth will prove that.

Wolf- "James."

Prince of Peace- "Yes sir?"

I watch as my leader looks at me, do I still feel resentment towards him for being here when Christian is in the hospital? Yes, but he is just leading our pack, he was not who injured my brother and has forced me to be alone that person is Paroxysm.

Wolf- "We might need your assistance should that Tyme fella choose to help Shane and Josie. Riot is out of the game from the rumors, but that guy is as crazy as his associates so I would not put it past him to also somehow show up. What is going through your mind as we prepare for this battle?"

His cold blue eyes look at me, I hate them so much. He is taunting me knowing that he is in a position where I am not able to strike at him. I still prefer to keep my place even if it is under him, when a new leader takes over I will be glad to get rid of him. However this question burns at me as he must know the answer? I want to make sure that Paroxysm is NOT the Universe Champion by the end of the night, will that mean possibly not becoming the champion myself, well than I gladly give up my right in order to block his. How shall I answer Dresden?

Prince of Peace- "I plan to stop Paroxysm from winning any title at Rebirth, he injured our brother, my flesh and blood. He belittles our packs way of life and has anointed himself some type of savior. In essence he has reminded me of what you forefingers claim us Americans are like. I apologize Sir I am a warrior and a solder in your army your fight is my fight and my fights are irrelevant unless deemed so by the pack. My plans are for the benefit of us as a whole, but if you think they are bad than I am ready for new orders."

I hoped this would get him to back off that I am putting the pack before myself for once, even though it is through a loop hole that still suits my own needs and desires. It's disturbing that Paroxysm wants to come between Eve and myself, she wanted to leave she would. My leader here has a prisoner and as he says "her shackles are just an excuse!" if she wanted to leave she would do it! I have no shackles on Eve, only the words I feed her and she chooses to believe them. What will you do Paro, will you open her eyes to something she doesn't already know? Will you point out to her that she is a classy girl that doesn't need to settle for an animal like me? hahaha, I captured her like a hunter. Maybe that's why you are really stressing this attack on me. First my brother and now my servant, all these things I have that Paroxysm doesn't, what I hear Adian looks for at the bottom of a bottle. I understand chasing down something to fill that emptiness, but empty or not I know my purpose. Soon this guy will as well.

Dolphus smirks at James and pats him on the shoulder seeing the guy is lost in his own thoughts. Around the Wolf's waist is his half of the tag team gold. He cracks his neck and looks at Jerrick. The tag team champions are diffrent from one another. Jerrick looks wild and untamed from his dreadlocks to his basic wrestling tights and boots. Dolphus has slicked back blonde hair, and brilliant bright blue eyes, his skin is tan but smooth without any imperfections, his hands have manicured nails and his teeth are perfectly straight and white.

I think about the two of them in comparison to myself, I look grungy and like I have to be dressed in hand me downs. This is things that Mistress Pain would complain to me about, that I was more about my self than obeying. I smirk about it this is my chance to strip her of that glory as well, her title defense she thinks so highly of.

Prince of Peace- "Sire its not just Paroxysm although trust me that my focus will be on him. Should Mistress Pain think she is going to sneak by and remain champion that is also sadly a delusion. The Natural Order is the only people I see fit to hold the title, with the exceptions of our Corporation brotherhood. Rebirth is our chance to prove that the old ways are dead, The Corporate ways are here to stay, survival of the fittest and the strongest prey on the weak. I am know a child anymore Sir, I am ready for this."

Dresden nods and looks at Jerrick saying something before the two leave James alone. The Prince of peace feels ready. He has a job, and the potential for anything to happen. He smiles thinking of winning the match after beating Paroxysm within an inch of his life. Nobody will tell him what to do or take away any of his fun. Least of all some masked coward.

[Paroxysm]

     "You've got to be the worst minimalist I've ever seen," Mark Maddow exclaimed as we circumnavigated my claustrophobic condo, conscious not to kick or knock any of the knick knacks paddy whack give a dog a bone that have been pre-packed in a stuff sack and carefully stacked from floor to ceiling and back as I prepare to pare down because I write best when I write free, just like Pre - RIP.
     "Ah, but you have seen me," I reply in a wry/dry rye-drunk pirate style.
     "That doesn't make any sense... what the fuck is this?!" He said surveying the scattered scraps of stationary spread scattershot across Aidan's floor which were covered with scribbles & sketches of flying & time machines & magic beans that Aidan had been frantically fixated on working & writing & rewriting in hopes of filling the recently vacated vocation of horoscope writer for the local daily - EVEN THOUGH he already has a 9-5 that I've yet to fully explain, is training for his triumphant return to the ring, & this new job paid peanuts - (Arachis hypogen if you prefer Latin) - which he was okay with because he desperately wanted to overcome his peanut allergy & thought that overexposure was the best way to overcome such an obstacle and instead he ended up having a horrible allergic reaction & if it hadn't been for my speedy actions he likely woulda died or been turned to a legume [you're a vegetable] why you wanna be startin something? RIP MJ.
     [2Paragraphs in and He's ended both with RIP - can He keep this up? Or will he abandon it for some other trite literary device? You won't believe what happens next - after these adz]

***

     "Hi, have YOU ever thought about what lies ahead of YOU?" Aidan queried standing between 2Ferns and staring straight into the public access channels' camera lens with all the wit and charm of a serial mass murderer or one of those Jehovah's witnesses. "Would you like to know YOUR future? Well, if YOU're like any normal or crazy or barely conscious human being YOU've had these thoughts before. If YOU haven't, YOU're probably a nihilist, in which case churn the f** channel because I don't want YOUR business." Say what you will about the tenets of national socialism, but at least it's an ethos...
     "My name is Senor Aidan & I want to help YOU see YOUR future! If YOU're interested send YOUR contact information to the address below," he sez as he pulls out a sheet of college ruled paper that he'd been holding behind his back & holds it in front of his genitals, "and include YOUR date of birth, sex - male/female/transgender/furry/however YOU identify, the 3rd consonant of YOUR middle name, & the city in which YOU were born. In return, I will produce for YOU a very accurate horoscope for the next month of YOUR life. If YOU like it very much, send a check for $9.95 each month & I will continue to provide YOU personalized hand typed glimpses into YOUR," 'YOUR' accompanied with a cheesy smile & and finger pointing to the camera which caused him to drop his hand made sign & have to bend down to pick it up & stand back up & point & smile again, "YOUR Future. Thank YOU."

***

     "Obviously Mark, those stacks of paper are the horoscopes' that Aidan has been working on so he can get a job writing scopes for the local daily," I explained in a dissonant dismissive demeanor. As I said those words, Aidan sprung up out of a pile of papers that I had assumed was just a pile of clothes or a dead body or the sex doll I saw Aidan running down the hall with the other day when his cell phone & more impotently- er, importantly, his tindr app disappeared & he couldn't find any strange for almost 3 hole- er, I mean whole, days & went to the sex shop down the way to satisfy his insatiable sexual salacity; but the lump was none of those things - it was Aidan Fucking Ca$h.
     "Aidan, da fuck were you doing under there?" I ejaculated with a mixture of shock AND awe.
     "Ah yass mah boy, I was gettin intimate like with my horoscopes. Keep yer friends close and yer enemies closer, ya dig?"
     I didn't, but I nodded yes anyway because I was quite certain I didn't actually want to know what he was attempting to say.
     "Marky, good to see ya - what's YOUR DOB, the third consonant in YOUR middle name, & the city in which YOU were born? Imma bout to blow YOUR fucking mind." Aidan inquired while beginning to sift through the scraps looking for his magic decoder ring that would translate those three bits of info into YOUR life story just as he so boldly decreed from 3-5am on the local public access tele channel.
     "Aidz, you know you're still sayin YOU like in that creepy infomercial you spent your life's fortune of 237 dollars and 44 cents on."
     "Ahhh yass. MY bad. Good CALL by you, Peazy. Is that better?"
     "It is." It actually wasn't.
     "Aidan, to answer your query 7/11/82, Y, Denver."
     "Why what?"
     "Y is the 3rd consonant in my middle name."
     "Why do I need the 3rd consonant of YOUR, er, your middle name? It's all apart of my secret formula. So, what is the third consonant of your middle name?"
     "Y."
     "God damnit Mark, I just explained that to you."
     "No, it is Y. The letter. Like the place the village people sang about."
     "That's antihelpful. Village people are typically weird and will sing about anywhere or anything. What's your middle name?"
     "Aloysius."
     "Excuse me?"
     "Alo-WISH-us," Mark said slower this time.
     "Sounds like a W."
     "It isn't."
     "Oh, wait! Is that the shit I smear on my dong after I forget to the set the timer and end up falling asleep in the tanning bed?"
     "Nope, that's aloe."
     "Can I hear it in a sentence?"
     "My middle name is Aloysius."
     "Language of origin?"
     "German."
     "Part of speech?"
     "Uhh... a name? How long is this going to go on?" Mark asked me. What he, and most everyone didn't know, is that Aidan was quite the accomplished speller growing up and competed in many spelling contests throughout the Midwest, West, Pacific Northwest, South by South West, and the West Wing. He never finished higher than 7th - and that came in a contest with 10 people - but he swore to me that once you got into the high school level competitions that those girls were freaks and, because of their scopious & multifarious lexicon they could & would do things that most girls couldn't even cogitate.
     "Definition?"
     "It's German for fame & war."
     "Damn, that's kinda badass. Anyone else ever had it as their name?"
     "St. Aloysius."
     "Never heard of him."
     "James Joyce, it was his middle name."
     "Who?"
     "Patrick Ewing's middle name."
     "The cartoonist?"
     "What?! No. How have you not heard of any of those..."     "Don't bother," I interjects, "you're probably not gonna wanna hear the explanation." Aidan nods in agreement. "Just keep rollin till he gets one or you run out of names."
     "O-kay... Louis Van Gaal's real first name."
     "I don't even like soccer..."
     "Hey! We actually got one!"
     "Huh?" Aidan turned around with his phone in his hand. Guess he found it. "No no no, my sweet Markus, I was responding to this real swell blonde honey on tindr who's tryin to get me to go to a Crew SC game. Yuck."
     "Possum Aloysius Jenkins?"
     "You can call him Andre 3000 for short."
     "Fuck my stars, we've got a winner!"
     We celebrated the victory by spraying champagne everywhere and then we went to Disney. After we got back from riding Space Mountain, Splash Mountain, Mountain Mountain, and hung out with Figment, we returned to Aidan's room so he could figure out Mark's horoscope.
     "Aloe-WISH-us, sounds more like a W. How bout I give you your horoscope with a Y and a W... and an S, one of those should hit it right like a right from Rowdy Ronda, RIP Roddy Piper," Aidan said as he crossed twice and took three swigs of scotch for the Canadian who claimed to be a Scotsman and recently succumbed to the steely grip of eternal sleep. And with that Aidan passed the bottle to Mark and Mark to me and we each did our own little ritual to pay respects to the man who made it cool to be bad, cuz right when they think they I have the answers, I change the questions.
     Aidan turned around and began to sift and sort thru the scraps of scribbles and squiggles and I furrowed my brow as my nostrils sniffed something that stunk, I mean stinks. So I thinks to myself [who da fuck else are you gonna think to?] You? [Fair...] So I thinks to myself, "Hey Peazy, that which doesn't asphyxiate you only makes you stranger, right David Caradine?" And I laugh and scan the room to for the root of the rot with nary a tell - my train of thought aborted by Aidan trying to debate the spelling of Aloysius with Mark prompting Mark to whip out his ID for Aidan's careful consideration. Now sidetracked, I start to think about whether or not I should create a character named "St. Vicious" Aloysius Amadeus. For his theme song I would have to resurrect Sid Vicious and Falco to play a new version of "Rock Me Amadeus" with St. Vincent, whose wizardry with her Music Man Albert Lee 6-string is somehow both refreshingly clean and disturbingly haunting and has me wanting and yearning to hear this collaboration because just like no one else could write about Aidan Ca$h like I can, no one else thinks and plays like she does. I think about making Mark go by St Vicious Aloysius Amadeus but you and I both know that he wouldn't be on board with it and if the glove don't fit you must acquit, RIP JC.
     [What a tweest! I betcha thought He forgot about that trope since He flipped the script on it with the Piper comment!]
     

***

     "While I was daydreaming about doing delightful sexual deeds with St Vincent and Aidan was preoccupied pounding away at his typewriter to produce the prose that was set to expose the future for Mark (& if it hits the mark I'll mark out & probably pitch in 10 bones a month of my own hard earned money to find out who's gonna come after ol Peazy next though if he just wrote 'James King' every month he'd probably be right every month. Hey James did you get those tee shirts Aidan sent you? Prince of Peas... How's Eve? Better yet, how's Christian?)
     "Then I had some time to myself and I was contemplating why we call it a squared circle I had a vision - all my attempts at calculating the square of the second derivative of any point along a circle to prove that a square can be a circle that's when it hit me. A ring is shaped like a circle. Olympic wrestling takes place in a circle. But our 'ring' is shaped like a square. So our ring is a squared circle or at least that's how I like to think of it - but anyway all that deep thinking lead me to a deep vision a vision of rings & gold & all that glitters is gold & all that shivers is cold and I let out a shiver & all that wrinkles is old & I stared with my minds eye at the wrinkles in my smile & I felt the shivers but I'm not physically cold just mentally & emotionally cold from the lack of gold in my life that's causing me to age at a faster rate than I can masturbate & I start to worry if I'll ever be truly great - when I felt a cold hand slap me across my face - my own old hand had rose up by surprise & opened my eyes and I saw the sign it's a poster of me representing iWs with the Universe title wrapped about my waist showing the world, NAY Universe what I've become.
     "This thought of winning the Universe title brought me back to circles. It all comes full circle," I say drawing a circle with my index fingers. "Rebirth is to be born again; born anew; to begin a new circle & it ties in with my circle, my rebirth which happed at Rebirth 2011 when I made my iWs debut and shocked the world. Circles. Back then I showed up, won a battle royal, then a handicap match, almost won a second battle royal against the best wrestlers in the Universe for the Universe title. Circles. At Rebirth 2014, Aidan & I pulled the wool over everyone's eyes when I pretended to be him and then he showed up like an RKO outta nowhere to steal the Universe Title from out of Ryan Sharpe's hands. A match I almost won pretending to be him. Circles. Just like the Marie Antoinette - a front flip - circles - followed by a guillotine leg drop - circles. What goes around comes back around," I say with a bit of twirl or twist if that's a word you prefer, I prefer reefer like Bill Shakespeare, RIP.
     "And at Rebirth 2015, Imma satiate that missing link, circle, that should be around my waist. If James King thinks that he or anyone else is going to stop me, I will not let that happen. Not this year. Not even if that is your sole reason for entering this match. Do you know what time it is? It's Paroxysm's time. The high flyin, death defyin, masked SUPER luchadore! And that's the way the cookie crumbles!"

***

     After leaving to get a work out in, Mark & I return a few hours later to see if Aidan has finished laboring on Mark's personalized horoscope. When we walked in the door, there he was, standing in the center of the living room butt naked shouting Yes! Yes! while Carin (pronounced cah-rin) going to town on lil Aidan.
     "Hey guys," I casually comment while grabbing a beer and turning on the tele to watch Ultima Lucha that I dvr'd the night prior. If Aidan wasn't quite a full staff before, I bet seeing Sexy Star will finish the job.
     "Mark," Aidan began to say. Mark was frozen. He didn't wanna come any closer or look at what was going on because he didn't want to be exposed as the pervert he is who likes looking at peoples exposed genitalia so instead he chose to stand in the corner by the door trying to occasionally & discreetly cop a peek from time to time.
     "Mark - YOUR, er, your horoscoOOO God Yes! Your hororscope is on the table right there. Oh... fuck... my... stars that feels sooooo good Carin. Really good job by yooooou..."
     Mark reluctantly ambled over to the table while keeping one eye on Aidan & Carin. I've seen Aidan do this enough that I'm able to focus easily on Pentagon Jr & Vampiro. Aidan starts to question why I don't have a mask as sweet as Pentagon's & how Pentagon and I have the same birthday & then Aidan let out a bloodcurdling scream which sent Mark ducking for cover & I remained un-phased at Aidan's peculiar proclamation to the universe of his achieving an orgasm. Aidan collapses in a heap while Carin dutifully keeps doing work till Aidan's dry. Mark finally makes his way to the table to read his horoscope.
     "What the fuck is this?" Mark ejaculated.
     "Your hororscope."
     "Say that again."
     "It's your hororscope."
     "Well I guess that makes more sense..." he trailed off as he handed the paper over to me. After all of Aidan's furious typing, there was only one sentence on the page.
     "Your car will be paint-balled by a pack of rogue renegade clowns," I read aloud.
     "Ahh yass, it's my coup de grace! Definitely my best work to date."
     "What the fuck was all that typing for," I ejaculated. We were all spent now, well all of us but Carin. She'll get hers here in a few.
     "Oh that was for the telenovella pilot I'm writing that features Sexy Star as the lead."
     "And what the fuck is this?" Mark questioned while holding up the paper.
     "That's your hororscope."
     "You weren't saying it like that earlier."
     "I've heard it both ways," I said. I used that correctly finally.
     "Well I'll be damned," Aidan said with a sigh of euphoria. " It's my whole business model - prey on human beings easily manipulated fears & insecurities. Basically I'm the Fox News of horoscopes."
     THWACK! THWACK! POP-POP-POP!!
     Mark & I run over to the window in time to see 5 clowns shoot up Marks' car and leave a balloon animal giraffe on the hood. My jaw drops. Mark turns a particularly unsettling shade of crimson. His hands turn into tightly wound fists.
     "How the FUCK did you now that was going to happen?"
     "Wha...?" Aidan had passed out from bliss. Not from Alexa Bliss - though if I ever made Maddy a manager or wrestler, she'd be Alexa Bliss.
     "The clowns just paint balled my car. How the fuck did you guess that?" Mark said through clenched teeth.
     "Guess?" Aidan said while sitting up. He went to kiss Carin when he thought better of it and gave her a peck on the forehead and made the universal motion for I'm not kissing you till you brush my cum out of your mouth.
     "I didn't guess shit,"
     "Right, you're psychic. How did you divine this?"
     "Didn't do that either."
     "Well what the fuck did you do?"
     "Listened."
     "And what does that mean?"
     "It means to hear something or someone. In this case I heard someones, clowns to be pacific, say that they were going to paint ball your car."
     "You KNEW this was going to happen?!"
     "Wait just a minute," Aidan said as he composed himself & started to stand up & put on his underwear - not out of modesty but out of a potential need for something to contain his extra-sensitive just came dongle in case Mark actually does attack him.
     "Well, did you or did you NOT know this was going to happen?"
     "Maybe. I mean, yeah, I heard it, but I couldn't be certain it was gonna happen. You know how clowns are, always clowning around, doing clown things..."
     "AND WHY DIDN'T YOU DO OR SAY SOMETHING?!" I got up & made some popcorn & assuaged Carin's concerns that there was not going to be a fight even though I was pretty sure there was gonna be a fight in my living room & grabbed another beer to get ready for the Prince Puma Mil Muertes fight and the Mark Maddow Aidan Cash fight that was about to take place.
     "Whoa there Mark. How can you expect me to say anything? Those clowns were TERRIFYING!"
     "You're afraid of clowns?!"
     "I am when they have semi-automatic paint ball guns pointed at my naked body."
     I continued to munch away at the popcorn. Thought about taking this opportunity to try and munch away at Carin, but decided it probably wasn't the best time.
     "I cannot fucking believe you Aidan!" With that Mark turned & stomped out the door slamming it behind him with the intent of chasing down the clowns.
     He would be unsuccessful.

***

[raven trueblood]

'What we are is who we don't want to be. Who we don't wana be is truly who we are.'

Dose that make sense? Neather dose this circus of freaks on one hand you have the government trying to keep the poor downin there own lil way. Much of a broken cbain down to the core.

So who do I trust? Well none because it's a dog eat dog world I Aline myself with the wicked path I will see along the way a broken scared doe this must be where I get food so if it comes down to it her head will be my dinner. Along the way I meet the boy hood dream primo he feels as if he is the everyday hero it's not going to be when I slit his head and serve him deer meat. Ah yes pain the bitch won't die so it must be that I must slag the witch of this evil land and make it peaceful the rest will have to sort itself out. I have much work to do. Please leave now.'

He shuts the door to the cell as camera fades to black

[Alejandro Primo]

How does it feel when you meet your hero? Most people claim to be disappointing, or they are so starstruck that they are blind to the rudeness, or on the occasion some of them turn out to be decent human beings. That's all The Primo is trying to do, be a decent human being that can be a beacon for the broken and downtrodden.

The Primo stands at a balcony, why because it looks good that's why baby. Now as he stands there leaning on the railing, wearing just a towel, because he has just gotten a shower. The wind calmly blows giving him a chill that he ignores. Just like a great protagonist would do he addresses those who watch him almost as if only he and them are able to communicate.

The Primo- "Oh this will be difficult, The Primo remembers oh yes he does how hard Mistress Pain was to beat for the eXtinction title and now there is a chance to take away her precious Universe title. SOMEBODY must stop HER! You know I seen what Raven Trueblood said about Bambi, the guy doesn't do drugs, but maybe he needs to! Does anyone ever understand what you say little birdie? You just squawk in the mirror to keep your demons company. The Primo has shed his demons and as a GOOD christian man....Raven attacks them, he makes fun of them. You don't point out a person's flaws, but inspire them to be righteous! I think for a man that has been through so much in life you have not learned anything from it. Are you compassionate for your fellow man no matter how hopeless they are? The Primo is, how about forgiving for their extremely cruel nature? Oh The Primo knows....Mistress Pain did The Primo not save you from yourself when he took away your growing record as eXtinction champion? The Primo is here to save everyone just a little at a time, Bambi has potential and the Primo sees that. There are so many, many people that want to climb the ladder that really want that power as Universe Champion. What does the Primo want? The primo wants to entertain, the Primo wants to spank some ass, and just slightly smoke some grass baby! I like Jerrick's style, but I don't need to chase him down. The Primo wants to fight Paroxysm who is ready to go, who has a fire in his eyes and a hunger in his belly (mostly because he a broke fool!) What these people need is a push, what these people need is to face a champion. Mistress Pain she is no champion...pwey! I should not say such things, but The Primo can not help it. The Primo calls out everyone....EVERYONE! Josie Pleasure who used to stalk The Primo, now her and Shane Trudex are reunited and feel soooooooo good. You guys can be the poster children for The Corporation all you want, but guess what, there will be people like Raven, and Rabbit, and Paroxysm and ....that's right Mama....The Primo that will always be out to defend the little guy. You aint got to be no bully to get ahead.

I guess what The Primo is trying to say is that these new faces like Rockin Lunatic need to see that us traveled vets are not scared of this Corporation machine. These smaller guys need to see that we will not submit to Pain's domination! So help me JESUS!!! We are FREE! We are FIGHTERS!!! We will OVERCOME! I .... The Primo will surge through this match, I will wow the fans, excite the masses! You other guys, what do you plan to do? Tell me a story about how YOU will be VICTORIOUS in this match! The Primo is not sure about you guys, but this IS the PRIMO's LIFE! In my life I want to be successful and I want to be living high baby! I promise you good people this will be a PRIMO REBIRTH! Ciao!"

-Bambi- "Uh like who are you like talking to?"

The Primo turns and realizes he was simply talking to himself? He looks down and smiles realizing he is nearly naked infront of his untouchable beauty. He stands up making sure not to flash her the Primo buisness.

The Primo- "ah well babe I figure if The Primo puts The Primo out there that somewhere someone will hear him. I feel I can hear all those cries for a hero, the IWS needs a hero. The Primo could be that hero! In general though.... (yeah what was I doing? thinking about how Raven really got under my skin, or about the fact it is un-nerving that Mistress Pain could still want her grubby hands on The Primo. Not to mention that The Primo is a little worried about letting people down. The pressure!!! It's extreme man!) ... uh well in general The Primo was just thinking, and a dialog was born. We inspire people Bambi, and The Primo wants to keep inspiring. You ready for Rebirth? I would feel a little put off if The Primo did not say that he wishes he was out of bubble gum, but he doesn't. He wishes that he could say that he liked that hot red headed temper that Paroxysm is idolizing this week. When a legend falls a new one takes his or her place. What was one hell of a fighter and a man that could brawl till the bitter end might be gone, but many more of us remain. While you rest in peace dear Sir....we will fight on in the life that you inspired. The Primo is not alone is he Bambi? The Primo is not the only one with the dream of being the very best is he?"

-Bambi- "Uh like no. I am like really training hard! (she flexes her bicep) Nobody will like know what like hit them. hehe"

a smile forms on The Primo's face, she is adorable, and that is why he must help spoil her. That innocent yet filthy mind must be preserved. The Universe title would be nice, but the most important thing about it is that The Primo has to draw all the competition's attention. Like he said he liked Jerrick's style, but why hide in a cave when all the predators are stalking the meadow?

The Primo or Bambi Klymaxx???

Who will leave Rebirth as the NEW Universe champion???

Will Mistress Pain continue to rule with unrelenting dominance??

Will Dax Clark reclaim his spot as the champion?

Will one of the members of The Corporation steal the victory???

Why have I decided to return to the 1960s style of narration?

The answer to these questions and many more to be answered at Rebirth!!! See you there friend at the same Primo time, on the same Primo channel!

[Dr. Tyme]

Oh how the electric is buzzing in the air. Judas Tyme the rockstar of the IWS, the BIG man on campass and quite arguably the MOST attractive man in THE CORPORATION is walking down the hallway rattling off things to his assistant Miss Hyde.

"Miss Hyde make sure that my gear is the very best for Rebirth, also make sure that Josie and Shane get a care package of some kind. After all they are apart of my team, they are corporate players, what they want is the world that I want. These low life people think they can live some Cinderella fantasy. Ask SHANE! Ask JOSIE! There is no such thing as a fairy tale Miss Hyde, no we are all part of this miserable reality. Which so happens to be AMAZING for me! Not everyone is Judas Tyme, but just about everyone wishes they were, and if not than they are too stupid to know any better."


He laughs and straightens his dress coat before entering Ryan Sharpe's office. After several hours Judas re-emerges from the office and Miss Hyde is ready to be at his side once more. she is eager to know how the private meeting went for her boss. He smiles ate her looking gorgeous like always.

"hohoho Miss Hyde this match is gonna be a bomshell, think of the chaos the will ensue! me I told Ryan, oh my bad Mister Sharpe....this match needs some Tyme! some Judas Tyme that is. Haha! OH he agreed, he said he wants to see all of the Corporation making a big impact at Rebirth. I can see how this will happen Miss Hyde, I see how The Corporation is about to take over. So many will fight it, and so many will cry about how unfair it is. Life is not fair Miss Hyde it is people like me's job to make sure that people like Rabbit and Raven and Paroxysm and Rockin Lunatic, and even in a sense those miserable wolves of The Natural Order to know that their place in this world is beneath me. I bet Mistress Pain would also agree with that if she ever could escape Riot's spell. I care about that prestige Miss Hyde, I care about that glory, and I care about letting everyone know that I am the best. Let's make a note not to let anyone question that after Rebirth shall we?"

She nods to him being ever obedient and attentive as always as she takes out a electronic notepad and makes a note of it.

"Sure thing Mister Tyme."

"Rebirth....I think it's finally Tyme."

He chuckles and walks off with his assistant following him as we fade away. The Corporation is on the attack, but will everything really go according to plan for them? The meeting with Ryan Sharpe made one thing clear, The Flock were to be dealt with and if anyone else got in the way, it was to be a point that The Corporation does not tolerate resistance of any kind.

STATUS # Falls Count Anywhere - Brawl for All for THE UNIVERSE CHAMPIONSHIP
FEATURING # Judas Tyme - The Future of IWS
CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0

[Aristotle]

Have you seen how everyone is interested in the main event at Rebirth this year? The turn out is actually turning out to be a surprise! One of these people that is coming out of his silence and putting a bit of himself into the spotlight is Sebastian Banks, better known as Derek Sebastian to the IWS Universe. This guy wants to be a champion because he like most people what to be at the top of that mountain. To be the very best of the best that compete in this society.

He sits on a stool wrapping his wrist as he gets ready to spare with someone in the gym in preparation for this match. He knows though that there will be no rules and there will be several people all at once fighting and struggling to grasp victory.


"I want to leave it so this is short and sweet and too the point. I know that people don't pay attention to me around here and I am fine with that, but I would be a liar if I said I did not hate being ignored. Oh people will stand up and notice, people will feel me out there. This whole roster has a chance at one another and everyone will be thirsty for that golden glory!

make no doubt about it, you gonna get mugged!"

Sebastian is a thug and not afraid of going back to jail, but he doesn't have to worry about that when he is in a match does he? This is a golden opportunity where he can do whatever he wants to and it could get him the ultimate prize.

[Josie Pleasure]

"I'm out? Well aren't I the last to know because last time I checked, my name was mentioned as a possible competitor, but I could see how your fear would manufacture such a lie. Let's face it boys and girls, with me in this match there is no hope for you."

Josie, sits in a folding chair very relaxed with the IWS logo looming behind her on the darkened curtain. A half smile lifting the corner of her mouth as she ponders the rumor. She leans forward with her hands clasped together resting between her knees and her blonde hair falls down her shoulders as her cleavage is pretty much in your line of vision well and her face.

"Rumors fly daily in this business and what you choose to be fact is solely up to you. I'm positive that every one of you would be thrilled if I weren't involved in this match, but really what fun would that be? It's a competition and what greater factor then yours truly? Don't you think that I know that I have a target on my back and that there isn't a person out there with the exclusion of my man, that doesn't want to dispose of me? Hell even the fucking fans have turned on me and all I've given them is respect and loyalty. All these chants of "selling out". I woke up, I finally acknowledged the truth, no matter how hard I worked to gain your cheers and support that it was never enough to satisfy. You always demanded more from me, well I'm sick of playing to you and I'm tired of being the "nice" girl. Tell you the truth, I've had more fun letting my darkness reign then I have all my life. Sure everyone knows that I'm a psycho and you all embraced that about me, but instead of just backing off when the bell rings or when you're injured...I'm attacking! I'm not pandering to anyone and it begins tonight with you losers."

Josie laughs half heartily and cracks her neck which makes a loud popping sound and her eyes seem darker more intense.

"You can run your mouth all you want about why you should be the champion and all that jive. I don't want it, that's right, I don't give a shit about that belt, I just want to beat some ass. This is my hit list and every name that gets added is just another person that I must eliminate from my way. Some of you are gonna cry and say "but I'm new", I don't give a rat's ass! You signed up so you just became another member of the hit parade. Goodbye Fuckers!"

Josie flips off the camera and then shoves it over as she takes to her feet and all you hear is laughter.

[AJ Riot]

Oh this is the life ... I got the life...

but nobody will ever understand me.


She touched my hand, why would she do that? I am nothing, I am no one important. Her majesty left and than I was attacked, by who? I'm not really sure.


Are you talking to yourself?


I don't know, but you look....uh like me.

I know you gonna let her get away with that?? She thinks she has us!!! She will NEVER have us!!! RIOT GET UP, RIOT WHY ARE YOU DOWN? COME ON RIOT!! COME ON! FIGHT! FIGHT!! FIGHT!!!


My alter ego so to speak has a point I can not let her get away with this at all and nor would I ever let her, so than....who is she?


"Well I am out, or am I? I am a hoot, I am a real gut buster. Dax Clark can not defeat me, and Mistress Pain will not bury me, and Revelation will not break me! Fear what you will never understand, fear me for I am that special kind of man."

[byoung]

"Do these mofo's know who they getting in the ring with. I'm the bonafide bee's knees. I'm the hottest ticket on the market. I sold out quicker then Kid Rock. I'm like the well hell boys you know what i'm like."

Brandon Young, or BYoung as he likes to be called. Is walking down the hall today with his homies Kyle, Franco, Leo, and Willie.

"Anyway I thought we could chill boys, and cruise down the halls. Talk some shit on some fools. Hit up some hotties, but I don't think any of them actually work here. This shit is wack, lame, and straight up a bore fest. I thought there were going to be some fly as shit happening around here. This is lamer then that Game of Thrones show. Weak ass brother having sex with his sister because he can't get any other tail. You know what i'm saying. It's kinda like that Raven Trueblood guy hanging out with that Rabbit. It's because he's a joke. It's because no one likes you Raven."

-The stop at a vending machine, and the five of them tip it over. The contents go spilling out into the hall. They grab up some candy, and head to there locker room.

"Then you got this Mistress chick. She would be cool as fuck, but that dumb bitch is the champion. She also likes pain, and she probably will queef in your face. That's shit nasty, and disgusting as fuck. She's in control of my tag team partner, but that don't bother me. He, and I are going to be tag team mofo champions of the world. Then she will be our bitch, and take orders from us. I'll use her as a foot rest. Yo yo yo yo yo. That shit would be sick yo. A former dominater being dominated. She's probably getting wet just thinking of my grand scheme. Soft as baby shit. That's Mistress pain. Meanwhile the master of the strike out, that would be me fools, is about to win two championship's in his first mother fucking match."

-They continue to walk down the halls talking smack about the other competitors.

"Jerrick Hadrian is this crazy fool dude who hangs out in the dark. He like yo wants to ambush fools in the dark, but me and my homies. We aren't going out like that. Yo Willie show em what you got fool."

-Willie, tall, lanky dude pulls out four mag lights from his hoody. He passes them all around.

"So we aren't just going to go stumbling into darkness like a bunch of morons you big bozo. We ain't scared to come back to you fool, and we will show you how we roll. It be like Ferguson PD up in this bitch, but we going to be the cops. You going to be the soft moron getting brutalized. You going to get beat down, broken, and then made to bite the curb yo. YO YO YO YO YO. Someone tell this idiot."

-The group walks past Bambi open locker room door. They stop, and gaze at her changing before heading back down the hall.

"She's one of my opponents. She's an amazon, got damn. That woman would get it all night long. To bad we going to have to beat her up. Bruise that face of her's up. Put an elbow in her pretty little face. I'll be Ray Rice, and she can be what's her name. Not the famous person in the relationship. It doesn't matter as long as I get to be Ray RICE. Beating up women in elevators, spitting in their face, pulling their hair, and vagina kicking hoes. It's going to be the greatest free for all brawl for all."

"The next dude is some dude who calls himself The Primo. The Primo of what. Being a joke, and getting your ass handed to you. By somehow becoming eXtinction Champion. This dude is a prime time Primo joke. He ain't no Primo. More like the Beano. I heard the dude has some serious gas, and takes himself way to seriously. YO YO YO YO YO YO YO. Don't nobody take you serious. They look at you like a clown. You are there for the hell of it. Like nothing you do matters, and like yo dude. Seriously get a hair cut. Have you seen your hair. What are you some wanna be Jersey Shore douche bag mofo?"

"Then you got this guy, or bozo named James King. Crying about his brother getting hurt. Obviously your brother was a little bitch if he got hurt. Nobody in this place can hurt me. I'm the hottest shit in the world. I'm the number one stunna. My diss tape is better then Drakes, or Meek Mills. I to hot for you man, and you know this. My pack is bigger, better, and faster then your pack. We are full blooded wolves, and you are a bunch of wild ass dogs. You need to be put down, and i'm the mofo crazy enough to do it. So run away little boy, and go wait for word from your master."

"Then you got this Paro... whatever the fuck his name is. This dude hides behind a mask, and tries to be cool. It's not really working, and that shit it weak. Then you got Judas ass Tyme. Punk ass mother fucker that he is. Trying to still my hair style, and shit. Like he some kind of corporation body guard. Dude you ain't shit, your corporation ain't shit, and your mamma's cooking is freaking awful. I rate it a zero out of ten. She tried to feed me some instant mash potatoes. Then you got this Sebastian dude. I don't even know what to make of him. He doesn't want to be ignored, and I can't blame his pussy ass. If you don't want to be ignored bitch. Then you need to kick somebodies ass. Not get your ass kicked. Then there is Josie Pleasure."

"Josie I heard about you. I've seen you with my eyes, and your old man. You leave me alone bitch, or i'm going to knock your old ass hip out of place. Break your boyfriends jaw, and let me homies feel you up. You don't want none of the hottest new business in IWS. Me, and my crew always have each other backs. You remember that when we beating the shit out of your boy toy Shane. Remember bitch this is what happens when you mess with B Young."

[jerrickhadrian]

-Jerrick heard sounds coming his way, and wonder if some idiot was coming to test him when a voice spoke out ahead.

"Mister Hadrian sir. We are here to fix the lights. Ryan Sharpe put in a work order, and we are here to fix them."

-Jerrick remained calmed, and lit his candle. His form was illuminated by the lights.

"There is nothing wrong with the lights. You won't be able to fix them, but tell Mister Sharpe I appreciate the offer. I like being in the dark, and I plan on luring my opponents in here. Where the Natural Order will wait, and pick them off. So get out of my area, and leave me along."

-The men are heard scurrying away.

"Now a lot of people have put in their input since I said my piece. Nothing has changed, and I plan to beat you all. You are all nothing, but scum under my feet."

-Scene fades out.

[~The Wolf~ Dolphus Dresden]

Dresden looks at the girl laying on the silk sheets in her bed and turns away shutting the door, he walks outside of his house and past his son's grave. The open space has him on edge unlike how he feels in his home. Not to mention that he is alone, there is no pack around him right now.

Wolf- "Mistress Pain has been a decent Universe champion, but my darling you are still just child's play. Riot would not have flesh left for defying me sweetheart, what you have going for you is your dog Dorian Blake, and a little puppy named Jack Sinister. When you are alone who will obey you?"

He spins on his heels and turns back to the grave of his son and the boy's mother. Inside his heart feels heavy but on the outside he is like a stone. He kneels and brushes his fingers over the letters in Junior's tombstone.

Wolf- "I do not believe a person can honestly understand life until they have given it. Our father thought and still thinks like a father, and our mother while now she is always going to think like out mother now isnt she. This is the stuff I think about as the leader of my Order. This is what has drawn me to the Corporation and the vision that Ryan Sharpe sees for the IWS. Talk about a hitlist, be a big bully and pop your chest out loud and proud. The loudest to bark is not always the toughest. I remember these things from childhood. I was the quiet boy, I was the one who talked to myself inside my head. I have always been a lone wolf, but I did not choose my pack they choose me. Christian believes in The Wolf that I am, and Jerrick Hadrian he embraces the life of The Wolf, there is James who is young and wild like the wolf. I believe in my pack because they believe in me."

He stands upright again and looks up before he notices the girl, she is white as a ghost watching him from her bedroom window. Part of him hates the life he has been given, he hates how difficult it is to always be responsible and never drop your guard. One must never permit one's self from becoming wreckless and this is the will of Man. You will be wreckless, you will be sinful, but you must never permit yourself to be. These are things the little boy remembers of his mother. The girl in the window is Lilith Nightshade, but is she really a girl?

That story is for another time, and another place. She has been his distraction from many things these past few weeks and now he wonders what else to do with her?

The Wolf- "When I win this Universe Championship things will inevitably change. Our power...the Corporate power, the Natural powers will reign. What have you all got? Fame, strength, size, mental fortitude, heart? I have drive and I have will and I most defiantly have a hunger to compete. Time will show, The Wolf is the best, the Wolf is the Apex predator, and the Wolf will be the greatest champion of all time. "

He walks back towards his cabin with the girl's figure descending away from sight as the scene fades.

[Adam McGavin]

Look at my doll how everyone's so happy!
Watch now as I set it a blaze!
They melt, and they burn but yet none of them learn.
I am sick of the world and how the weak are defended, what would happen if it all ended?
A little pain, a little pleasure and maybe a hero for some good measure.
In the darkest corridor is a man with dark intentions and a pack of wolves are his outside extensions.
Rebirth will give us a new light and it does not matter if its wrong or right.

No longer am I a kid, I defeated two strong men that were much taller than I am. I am no longer the kid do you hear me? I don't need the pack, the pack needs me. Watch your back Jack, and you better not get hung Mister Young. Everyone and I do mean everyone that I happen to see, they will be touched by a bit of my destiny.

[Dax Clark]

-In life there are consequences for our actions. For far to long have people done what they wanted in IWS. A corrupt Corporation, and royalty who just doesn't care. Who is the hero for the victims. A hero for the people.

-Scene fades in on Dax Clark sitting in a hospital bed with an IV in his arm. Scene quickly shifts to Blake Dorian, and Mistress beating down Dax Clark. Scene shifts again to a Giant H, and the camera zooms out to a man in a mask, and a cape. Arms on his hips, head tilted back, and cape swooshing in the wind. Hurriclark has come back to right the wrongs of IWS.

Hurriclark:"For far to long have the wrestlers of IWS been opposed to cruelty, and injustice at the hands of the greedy people who run it. From Ryan Sharpe to Queen Sophie, and to the IWS Universe Champion Mistress Pain. A hero has emerged from the darkness. No one is safe from the justice that shall be dealth."

-Hurriclark stops posing, and starts to stroll down the hall. He stops a guy from breaking into a vending machine by slamming his head into the machine.

Hurriclark:"All wrong doers will pay. It shall not matter the crime. I'm here to restore order, and balance to this place. If winning the IWS Universe championship is what is needed to do that. Then so be it, but that is not my number one priority. Priority number one is take make sure Mistress Pain doesn't keep her championship. Priority number two is to make sure Dorian Blake doesn't cash in his briefcase. Order number three is to stop Ryan Sharpe, and Queen Sophie's even reign."

-Hurriclark stops, and Hurrikicks(superkick) an employee running down the hall.

Hurriclark:"No running in doors. Maybe next time you will learn that breaking the rules doesn't pay. I'm here to announce i'll be entering the free for all brawl for all. I'm here to put an end to corruption, and bang beatings. I'm here to make sure everyone gets a fair chance. I'm here to fight the good fight. I'm here to for justice for Dax Clark. Justice for everyone who has been held down by the powers that be."

-Hurriclark reaches an intersection where loud noises can be heard off in the distance. He goes rushing off towards the sounds as the scene fades out.

[Blake Archer "The Dorian Blake]

Look in the mirror...

What do you see?

Max- "I do not see a monster darling."

Blake- "That's what I am. You are dead because of me."

Max- "I forgive you."

Blake- "The Universe title has alluded me for awhile, I touched it for a second and than had it stripped away. I am a monster stop forcing me to deny it. I am not anything that can be owned."

Blake's memories of Maxine Hunter his mentor for a long time he thinks of his life and unwillingness to let go of her. His life was spent in solitary confinement, he has been locked away for a long time. How does he act like a human now? The mirror shows him in his mask his hair long and sweaty from working out and hanging in front of his face.

Blake- "I am not out here to impress anyone, but I am on here to write history. Does anyone else have that to say? Forget being mortal, my destiny is in the stars, I am immortal. Give all your heart and let me bleed it out of you. Let me be the one to destroy your dreams, in fact that gets me off. I love knowing the nightmares are of me, I love knowing that in people's minds it is me that is the monster. What goodness is there in this world? None, not Raven or Clark or Pain they are not good. Neither am I, so why should I serve anyone but myself? Haha why should I wake up instead of staying safe in my sleep?"

He thinks about Josie and how he trained her, he knows she is out for blood and not victory. He knows Shane will want to make a statement that he is back! Blake has watched people and knows that victory is a priority. Each of us want to be cemented in time and be the best in history. Blake cracks his neck and turns away from the mirror as he breaths calming.

Blake- "I am not tied up anymore, please let me show you. I am born again....welcome everyone to the birth of the archer, the bulls eye, The Monster in the shadows, Dorian Blake. Nobody knows the man behind the mask, he will be your king, he will be your champion. I am that man."