Post by Star Stormz on Mar 5, 2022 1:42:18 GMT -5
PWS:APEX PRESENTS- DEMON’S RUN
Footprint Center - Phoenix, AZ
Tuesday, March 15th, 2022
Main Event - World Title Match
Sierra Williams (c) vs Mike Hawk vs Jonathan Sanders vs Audrey Russow vs Tyson Sykes vs Heather Haze
Deadline is Sunday March 13th at 11:59:59 PM EST
Min: 500, Max: 5000
Post by Audrey Russow on Mar 13, 2022 16:09:06 GMT -5
“Am I brave enough?
Am I strong enough?
To follow the desire
That burns from within
To push away my fear
To stand where I'm afraid
I am through with this
'Cause I am more than thisChapter One
Strong Enough(It’s been…it’s been a journey. We have a few days before we have to be in Phoenix, so Dan and I made a trip to Philly. I needed it. I needed a trip home. I needed a trip to see them. I needed to talk to them. I just…I needed to feel their presence. I stand there alone, looking out over the cemetery, as my gaze lowers to the two graves in front of me. I feel a tear fall down my face, as I let out a small smile. It’s the first time in months I’ve been back to see them.)Audrey Russow:
Hey mom, dad. Sorry I haven’t been ‘round much. Things have been kinda hectic. Things are good, though. RJ and Emz are busy wedding planning. I wish you guys were here to help, oh you’d love Emz. She’s really good for him. Dan is doing good. He’s taking things day by day with his concussion stuff. I know he wants to get back in the ring, but the doctors are saying he has to take time, and he’s enjoying the time he’s getting with Aurora.(I chuckle a bit.)Audrey Russow:
You guys would be so in love with that little girl, just like I am. I honestly don’t know what I’d do without her. She’s given me a new purpose, she’s relit the fire inside me, driven me to go for more in life, and it’s worked. I have a new confidence in myself, which I know you spent years trying to teach me to have that. I know I should have listened, I was just so afraid. I was so afraid of failing, letting you down, not getting what I wanted out of life. But now? Now I have everything I need in life…everything I get from here is just icing on the cake. Doesn’t mean I’m not gonna try like hell to get more, though. Sorry, I know you’re used to me coming to you for advice, but this time…I guess I just…needed to talk to you and tell you that I’m okay. I may be about to do somethings you wouldn’t be all THAT excited about…considering I’m about to be in that chamber match…and God knows how violent it’s going to get. I want you to know I’m not going to lose myself, no matter what happens. I know you always told me that was important. I used to wonder if I was strong enough to do all this, especially was second guessing it when all the stuff was going on with Aurora and RJ. But, I know I am…I have to be. They both made it through all that, I have to do this for them…I have to do this for you…but I also have to do this for me. I’ll make you proud, I promise.(I kneel down at the foot of the graves, as I run my fingers through the grass. I close my eyes and feel the wind blow through my hair.)Audrey Russow:
When I win that title, I’ll come back to show you, I promise.(Suddenly, I hear the sound of laughter as a certain little girl comes running up to me.)Aurora Russow:
Mommyyyyy!(She laughs as she runs up to me. I smile as I turn to her and she basically tacklehugs me, nearly knocking me over. I pick her up and hold her close. She looks at me and sees the tears that have been running down my face, as she wipes them away.)Aurora Russow:
Mommy, you okay?Audrey Russow:
Yeah baby. Mommy is okay.Aurora Russow:
Why you crying?Audrey Russow:
I just get that way sometimes baby. There’s something I want to show you.(I turn her around where she can see the headstones.)Audrey Russow:
Aurora, this is where my mom and dad are buried. I hate they didn’t get to meet you. They would have loved you.Aurora Russow:
Grammy and Papa…(I smile a bit, and she looks up at me.)Aurora Russow:
Mommy..I dreamed about them. When I was in the hospital.(That takes me by surprise, as I look down at her.)Audrey Russow:
You did?Aurora Russow:
Yeah! They said they see me one day, and to tell you things be okay. Things work out. They’re proud of you, just like I am!
“Just like all of us are.”(We turn,as Dan is walking upwith a couple of bouquets of flowers in his hands.)Daniel Russow:
Everything you’ve been through, and to be where you are? Of course we’re all proud of you.Audrey Russow:
I couldn’t have done any of it without the two of you.(Dan takes a squat next to me and Aurora, as he hands one of the bouquets to me.)Daniel Russow:
Feel better after talking to them?Audrey Russow:
I do. I’m glad we decided to bring the flowers. I need to try and get here more often so I can keep better care of things.Daniel Russow:
We’ll come back after the pay-per-view, so you can show them your new title belt.(I smirk as I look down at Aurora.)Audrey Russow:
That’s the plan.Daniel Russow:
Hey kiddo, whaddaya say we go back to the car and give mommy one last moment with her mommy and daddy?Aurora Russow:
Okay. When we gonna go see Uncky RJ and Auntie Emz?Daniel Russow:
We’re gonna meet them in Phoenix tonight.Aurora Russow:
Okay!(Dan hands me the other bouquet, as Aurora damn near leaps into his arms.)Daniel Russow:
We’ll give you another minute. We’ll be in the car.Audrey Russow:
Okay. Love you.Daniel Russow:
Love you.Aurora Russow:
Love you mommy!Audrey Russow:
Love you too, baby.(I smile as Dan stands up, and they start walking back to the car. I turn back to the graves, taking out the old flowers and replacing them with the new flowers. I run my fingers over the headstones, as a breeze blows through, and I can almost feel their presence with me.)Audrey Russow:
I miss you guys, but thank you. Thank you for everything.(With that, I take the old flowers and make my way back to the car.)
Welcome to the Family
“Another round?”(Saturday night before Demon’s Run. Dan and I decided to have anight out on the town, while RJ and Emz are back at the hotel watching Aurora. We decided to do something we haven’t done in…well…years…we hit up a bar.)Audrey Russow:
Sure, why not? We’re not driving tonight. No kiddo either.Daniel Russow:
Been a while, innit?Audrey Russow:
Don’t you start that shit.Daniel Russow:
Look, I know we’ve had a few drinks..but we can’t be acting stupid in here.Daniel Russow:
Neeeeed I remind you who we are? What you call stupid I call…estimated chaos.Audrey Russow:
Uh huh…(I just kinda…look at him with a blank stare. That is, until our moment is ruined by some drunk bimbo yelling across the bar.)Drunken Bimbo:
Aye! Ayyyyyye! It’s dat bitch that gonna get her ass beat by Haze on Tuesday!(I turn my head and see a…blatanly drunk off her ass, scantily-clad young woman, who has a beer bottle in her hand, as she’s all but struggling to stand up. She starts to stumble over to us.)Audrey Russow:
Oh, here we go…(The girl finally makes it over to us…well…a table away, but considering how hard of a time she had to get there, that was close enough.)Drunken Bimbo:
You really think you got a chance in that chamber? They gonna eat you alive!Audrey Russow:
That’s your opinion, you’re entitled to it. Sorry to say, though. You’re going to be disappointed.Drunken Bimbo:
Naw, Heather gonna take care of you.Audrey Russow:
Whatever you say, honey.Drunken Bimbo:
Say…why don’t ya let ya man come ova hea?(She stumbles even closer, getting to our table and using it to support her drunken self.)Drunken Bimbo:
I can show him how a fine ass like himself deserves to be treated. No kids here baby, all ready for you.(...You’re joking…right?)Daniel Russow:
I’m good, thanks.Drunken Bimbo:
I bet you are…drop the hag and lets go.Audrey Russow:
S’cuse me?Drunken Bimbo:
Hush up, you.(Dan just raises an eyebrow, as he looks at me.)Daniel Russow:
You gonna take that, Mrs. Russow?(I liet out a sigh, and take the rest of my beer and take the last swig from the bottle.)Audrey Russow:
Geronimo, motherfucker.(Probably not my most noble moment, but the bitch deserved it. I take my empty bottle and smash it over her head. She crashes down on the table, and I stand her back up.)Audrey Russow:
This bitch belong to anyone?(I hear a loud voice from across the bar.)Druken Idiot:
Th’fuck was that for!?Audrey Russow:
Are you deaf? You hear the way she was talking to me? You wanna join her?Druken Idiot:
Bitch, you ain’t know who you’re messin with!(Now the drunken idiot is up, walking over this way. Admittedly, he seems to be handling his alcohol a bit better than the bimbo.)Druken Idiot:
Ima beat some respect into ya.Audrey Russow:
Oh you are now, are ya?(I’m staring at the guy, until Dan steps in front of me.)Daniel Russow:
I’d advise you to sit your ass back down, before you get hurt.Druken Idiot:
Oh yeah? What you gonna do?Daniel Russow:
You see…(Dan takes a sip of his beer.)Daniel Russow:
You threatened my wife…the mother of my child.Druken Idiot:
Yeah, well, she’s a raging cu-(Before the idiot can even finish the word, Dan has his hand wrapped around the guy’s throat.)Daniel Russow:
I wouldn’t.(The idiot knocks Dan’s hand away.)Druken Idiot:
Fuck off.Daniel Russow:
Audrey, hold my beer, please.(Dan hands me his bottle, and the idiot…oh the stupidity or the balls on this one. The dude actually tries to take a swing at me, and Dan catches his arm and lifts him in the air and slams him down through one of the tables nearby. This, of course, starts an all out brawl. One thing leads to another, something something, cops get called, and Dan and I share a free ride to the local…ahem…detainment facility. There, we’re separated and taken through the booking and stuff, before being put in the holding cells and waiting. After a bit, I hear an all too familiar voice from outside the cell.)Alexis Makarios:
Ya know..I really did think it would always be YOU bailing ME outta jail…(She fakes a sniffle.)Alexis Makarios:
My little troublemaker is growing up so fast.Audrey Russow:
Shut it, Lexi.Alexis Makarios:
Hey now, is that any way to talk to the person bailing you out?Audrey Russow:
Wait, how did you…I haven’t even gotten my phone call…Alexis Makarios:
Dan what?Alexis Makarios:
Dan called me.Audrey Russow:
Oh…well, once we get out I’ll get you the money to pay you back for this.Alexis Makarios:
No need. Dan kinda already did.(Say what?)Audrey Russow:
….he did what now?Alexis Makarios:
I’ll let you talk to him about that. You ready to go?Audrey Russow:
Yes, please.(We get out, and after I’m out with everything, we meet up with Dan, who is already out.)Audrey Russow:
Wait..you mean to tell me you bailed him out before me?Alexis Makarios:
That was part of it.Audrey Russow:
Part of what?Daniel Russow:
Nothing. We should probably get back to the hotel so Alexis can get back to James, and we can get back to Aurora.Audrey Russow:
I’m sure you’re exhausted. I know I’m beat.(I stop in my tracks, looking DEAD at Dan.)Audrey Russow:
DANIEL BARTHOLOMEW RUSSOW!Alexis Makarios:
Wait…your middle name is Bartholomew!?(Lexi about dies laughing.)Alexis Makarios:
She gon’ KILL you! She mad!Audrey Russow:
Did…did you plan all that shit?Daniel Russow:
You really think I would set up a drunk bimbo to get on your nerves, leading to a big bar fight, leading to us getting arrested, spending some time in a jail cell, then paying off one of your friends to bail us out, just as some sort of family initiation? To get you ready for the unpredictability of the chamber? To get you in the right mindset? So that you’re ready for anything and everything in a chaotic environment?Audrey Russow:
....did you?Daniel Russow:
I can neither confirm, nor deny.Audrey Russow:
Welcome to being a Russow, babe.Alexis Makarios:
How did it go down?Audrey Russow:
There was a drunk bimbo talking shit about how Haze was gonna beat my ass at Demon’s Run, then she tried to hit on Dan.Alexis Makarios:
Oh boy..wha’d you do?Daniel Russow:
Finished her drink, said Geronimo, motherfucker.Audrey Russow:
And bashed said empty bottle over bitch’s head.Alexis Makarios:
HA! I love it. What about you?(She nudges Dan.)Alexis Makarios:
What’d you do to get locked up?Audrey Russow:
Heh..this was good.Daniel Russow:
The guy that was with the chick came up, talked shit to Audrey and tried to take a swing at her, so I grabbed him by the throat, and ended up slamming him through a table…which led to a big brawl, and that’s what led to the cops getting called.(There’s that fake sniffle again from Alexis.)Alexis Makarios:
I’m so proud of you.(She gives me a hug as she laughs.)Audrey Russow:
Oh fuck off, Lexi.(We all laugh, as we get in the car to head back to the hotel after a most eventful night.)
Catching Fire”I am the fire
I am burning brighter
Roaring like a storm
And I am the one
I've been waiting for
Screaming like a siren
Alive, and burning brighter
I am the fire.”(I take a deep breath, thinking over what I want to say, as I’m surrounded by darkness. I let out a tiny exhale, before I speak.)Audrey Russow:
What do you see when you’re in the dark, and the demons come for you?(You hear a kinda boom, and the house lights come on, revealing I’ve managed to get some time in the chamber before the show. Of course, I had to have the obligatory promo filmed, so I’ve got a cameraman in the chamber with me,a s he pans out from my face, showing that I’m in my ring entrance attire, full with skull facemask, as I stare down the camera.)Audrey Russow:
Demons Run…Sure, I could go on about all that nonsense about agood man, but that’s another story for another time. This time, the story is about the fall of the regime, and the dawn of a new era. I know that’s been said a million times over in this business, but…I think it’s time for a change.(I look over at one of the empty pods, as the camera follows me as I walk over to it.)Audrey Russow:
If you’re looking at the calendar, it’s been over a year since we had a different world champion. Course, due to scheduling differences and all, this is the show last year Sierra won the title, when she won that triple threat, after Mack had held it forever. Seems PWS: APEX is into long title reigns with their world champ…but this one’s been long enough.(I turn around, looking at the camera.)Audrey Russow:
Don’t get me wrong. Sierra has been a champ we can be proud of. She’s not backed down from any challenge, and took on all comers. But she’s getting ready to face her toughest challenge yet. Five hungry as hell challengers, all looking to make their moment, and lay down the bricks to their road to Destiny. She’s got a massive target on her back, and she knows it. She’s been able to fend off every attack to this point, now question is, can she do it when they’re coming at her from all directions? I respect you, Sierra…and I honestly hope it comes down to the two of us. You are one hell of a fighter, and one hell of a champion. If I’m going to win this match, I want to face off with you for it, to know…I’m the best.(I move on, walking to the next pod, as I eye it up and down.)Audrey Russow:
Course, I gotta keep an eye on all the other people in this match, as they’ll all have the same goal.I do like that we have some representation for the female gender in this match. Two proud women..and…well..I’ll get to that one. As for the three guys in the match, the one I’m most…interested? About, would have to be Tyson Sykes. He’s got an interesting story. Yeah, he’s an asshole, but there’s…there’s something more there. Plus, I won’t lie…he’s hella talented. He’s on a sort of roll, too. Bella and Nick Madison, Malachi…he’s definitely had some big wins lately, and he definitely deserves to be in this match. If I had to pick someone to win this match other than myself…honestly? My money would be on Sykes. BUT..he’s not going to, cause…ya know…I am.(I chuckle to myself, as I hop up on the turnbuckle in front of the pod, looking down at the camera.)Audrey Russow:
Tyson…you’re good. You really are. I think you need to get away from the punks you’re associating with, but that’s neither here nor there. I think you have what it takes to make it on your own. Your in-ring work has shown that. I’m sure you’ll have some words to say about me, but just know..I respect you. Maybe one day, we can have a one-on-one match down the line. Could be fun, ya think?(I hop down from the turnbuckle, and walk over to the next pod. A snarl comes over my face, as I look at the pod and envision the next opponent.)Audrey Russow:
Jonathan Sanders…(I shake my head, as I turn to the camera.)Audrey Russow:
I was just talking about how Sykes deserved to be in this match…that couldn’t be further from the truth in your case. You threw a bitch fit until you got what you wanted. You think that makes you deserving of a spot like this? Oh, wah, I lost my title so I’m gonna act like a spoiled little brat until I get my way. You think Lexi eliminating you from that rumble thing was bad? Just wait till you’re in this chamber with five other people that wanna rip you limb from limb for what you did to our match…well…okay, three of us, not really sure if Hawk is gonna fight you or piss himself and run from you. You try to walk around here like you’re tough shit, he biggest and baddest. But you know what I see? You wanna know what I see when I look at you? I see a spoiled little brat child, who throws a tantrum when he doesn’t get his way. I’m against beating a child, but I’ll gladly beat some sense nad respect into you. You are NOT as good as you think you are. You could be great, but that horrid attitude of yours is just…god awful. I would take great pleasure in being the one to eliminate you, sending you home packing, and empty-handed..see how much of a bitch fit you throw then.(I smirk, as I move on to the last pod, chuckling to myself.)Audrey Russow:
And that brings me to you, “Mr. President.” I know you like to think of yourself as the joker, all wild and unpredictable. But, are you sure you’re ready for this? I mean, yeah..you are one of the more…unique…characters in the company…but this match is gonna be brutal. There’s gonna be a LOT of violence, and one of our opponents is waiting to pretty much merk you…so yeah, there’s that. I will give you credit, though. Using the option C to get into the chamber match, after you stole the CD title like that, that was pretty great. I mean, it would have worked if Sanders hadn’t thrown his bitch fit. Though..can’t really say I blame him after what you did…just hate him for dragging the rest of us into it. Whatever beef the two of you have, you guys can settle it in the chamber, knock each other the hell out for all I care. Just say outta my way, and we’ll be good.(I turn around and stare across the ring. I can feel my blood boiling, as I think about the last person in the chamber, and alllllllll the shit she’s put me through the past few months. I crack my neck to the side, as I take a step towards the camera.)Audrey Russow:
And let’s not forget the enormous, jealous, psychotic, slutty elephant in the room. Oh, trust me, I have plenty to say about you, Heather. I am so sick and tired of your constant irrational behavior, attacking me from behind, playing the victim on EVERY situation, and just…being a bitch. Are you really that insecure with yourself that you HAVE to make everything about you? Alexis and I are simply trying to bring our friendship back to where it used to be years ago…ya know..before you were around…and you’re letting it drive you…well, more crazy. You seem to have this vendetta against me, which…fine…you have my attention, and you and I will settle our differences here. I HOPE it’s us that starts this match, just so I can have as much time unleash a beating on you as I can. To everyone else in this match..this one’s mine. I’ll be the one to take her out. I’m sure Sanders will want Hawk, so I’m claiming Haze. It would be wise for the rest of you not to interfere.(I step closer to the camera, as it zooms in slightly on my face.)Audrey Russow:
Tick tock, Haze. Your time is ticking away. Make sure your little fuckboy is ready to take care of you, cause you’re gonna need some help after this one. And if you aren’t one of the first to fight…and you try to stay in your pod? Bitch, I’ll break the glass with one of these other bitches, just to get to you and pull you out. You’re gonna get this beating, best to just accept it. I mean, I kinda feel like I’m repeating myself here, as I’ve said all this again and again and again about you. We’re just fundamentally opposite individuals. I’m all about family and trying to be a good role model for my daughter and all the little girls out there who were ever told they weren’t good enough. You’re all about the next cock you can hop on or stick in your mouth. So, when we’re both in here, and you’re staring into these eyes, I want you to remember back to all the things you’ve said. I want you to remember all the attacks from behind you’ve done. I want you to remember that attack you did on me in the parking lot. I want you to remember the times you pretended to be Alexis to get to me. I want you to remember allllll that shit, and know…just know..you brought this on yourself. There is no one else to blame, but you.(I walk over, and hop up and sit on the turnbuckle, as I look down at the camera.)Audrey Russow:
I’m gonna break ya, bitch. And then I’m gonna go on to win the title. There’s no stopping it. It’s happening. And after it’s all said and done? This shit between us? It’s done, finished. I don’t wanna hear anymore about you being jealous and trying to do shit to Lexi’s friends that you don’t get along with. She’s allowed to be friends with whoever she wants to be friends with. You’re acting like some kinda over-obsessed jealous girlfriend…and I can assure you, Lexi doesn’t swing that way, as much as you might wish she did. I’m not saying Lexi has to stop being friends with you…I’m not like that. But YOU do gotta stop the bullshit, Heather. I have tried to be civil with you. I was willing to see if we could co-exist, cause Alexis asked me to, but then you went and just trampled all over that, at every chance you got. So now, here we are. I have a plan. I’m going to beat the crazy outta you. I’m going to use everything at my disposal to make you realize what you’ve got coming. There will be nowhere to hide in the chamber. There will be nowhere to run. You’re gonna have to come face to face with all of your underhanded tactics and alllll your bullshit. Tonight, you come face to face with the bitch that’s gonna break you, and if you wanna act crazy…we can get all kinda of crazy. Buckle up, we in for one helluva ride.(I hop down from the turnbuckle, walking towards the camera.)Audrey Russow:
So, a wolf, a lion, a snake, a hawk, and a dog in this…they all have one thing in common.(I pull out a lighter from my pocket, flicking it on. The flame illuminates my eyes, as the lights go out, leaving only the little light given off by the flame to halfway illuminate my face.)Audrey Russow:
They all burn when faced with the fire, and fire is catching.(With that, the camera turns off, ending the footage, as I’m ready. I’m ready for the violence. Ready for the beatings. Ready for the torture. Come at me. I am the fire, and I’m going to be the new PWS: APEX World Champion.
Post by Haze on Mar 13, 2022 16:12:02 GMT -5
OOC: Warning. Some NSFW stuff ahead. XD
~The Howard Stern Show w/Heather Haze~
“Okay so I get a ton of these weird fan questions on twitter asking about your sexuality, Heather...and you have to be completely honest and upfront with me here... did you ever wind up banging that Aussie chick you've been hanging out with?? What is it that you are not telling us that we don't already know?!”
(Heather face-palmed her red face, trying hard to contain her laughter as the Wack Pack crew all ate up the joke. Perhaps there was now a smudge of regret as to why She had willingly agreed to appear on the show and be roasted by Howard like that. But in reality, it was all done in good fun mainly because Heather was a big fan of the show and nothing would've stopped her from ‘actin a fool’ to all of Howard's loyal listeners and viewers tuning in.)
(Sure, doing the Stern show would put PWS APEX in a bad light given the romp nature and vulgarity that always came with the show. But at the end of the day, This was where Heather was more comfortable at--where she could just kick back, unwind, and just simply be herself. After all, there's "no such thing as bad publicity".)
(And so Heather had swung by down to the studio to hype up the highly anticipated Demon's Run elimination chamber match, which would be emanating at the Footprint centre at Phoenix Arizona. She was halfway through the interview with Howard and his co-host Robin sifting through the pleasantries and small talk questions as she did her best to play along with the witty banters and innuendos until Howard dove right into asking the one single pervy question that every mouth breathing simps on the planet would get their fills off of as she now completely dismissed it and chuckled nervously through her headset.) ~Heather Haze~
"Sorry to disappoint all the fanboys out there.. but Lexi and I Are Just Friends."
(Howard snorted at the response, trying to get Heather to crack who shifted uncomfortably in her chair.) ~Howard Stern~
“Oh come on...Just tell us...have you both been doing the down & dirty?”~Robin Quivers~
“She's trying to play coy.”
“I think you're past playing coy...we've known you're a horny lil' she devil. I've seen your porno movies. ~Robin Quivers~
“He has. All Two hundred and fifty of them that he keeps safely locked up inside his mom's shed.”~Howard Stern~
It's true! I've seen the stuff you do and probably whacked off to it a million trillion times. Don't deny it.”~Heather Haze~
“...oh my God, Howard. It's nothing like that. She’s kinda like the big sister that I always wished I had. And besides She is Married for pete's sakes. ~Howard Stern~
"So what? She looks like she's probably into that kinky foreplay. Probably into a little butt play action maybe? The sorta thing you do. C'mon Just tell us!”
(Heather rolled her eyes and shook her head, still smiling though and trying not to laugh. Maybe Howard did have a point. After all, They kinda have been at odds, bickering like a married couple as Heather shook her head, giving Howard another dismal look.)~Heather Haze~
“Well to tell you the truth, we kinda had little falling out..She got pretty MAD at me for almost costing her stupid match a couple of weeks ago, which by the way she totally ended up winning without even my help. So I'm not sure exactly WHY would she be all upset at me for those reasons, which I think was pretty silly on her part anyway.”~Howard Stern~
“Oh you Bad girl. Did she spank you? I bet she spanked you for it. I bet you like being spanked. Look at you! Of course you do... You're into that kinky stuff, aren't you?”~Heather Haze~
I have it on good authority that I can be a little kinky at times.
(Heather winked at Howard and giggled as his jaw dropped wide.)~Heather Haze~
"Anyways, me and her hashed things out and now we are on speaking terms again. She's gonna have this big iron woman match comin' up for the United Title. So out of respect for her, I'm just gonna lay low and let her do her own thing without her worrying about me 'interfering' in her business again. I mean I know she can beat Cleo... just like she beat Sierra effortlessly. So we'll see.
I've been totally supportive of everything she has done till this point and I have all the confidence in the world that she'll go onto make history by becoming the first triple crown champion just like I have all the faith in the world that I will walk out as the new APEX PWS World Champion... all in all, It's looking to be a great night for the Vixxxen girls.""Now if only she'd get off my back with that Audrey bitch..."
(She murmured, her frown quickly turning more of a scowl with much disdain and hatred laced in her voice. But now that the shackles were finally gonna come off, Heather was free to spurn some retribution she could conjure up in that twisted, depraved mind of hers. After all, everything was going to be free rein inside that chamber. A Broken neck, to a fractured spleen, to a shattered ankle, the possibilities were boundless to remove the dead weights she felt were a nuisance in her way. After all, unfortunate 'accidents
' do happen every now and then in the ring, Heather thought, taking sickly delight of the agonizing crimson
faces of both Sierra and Audrey, which was stewing in her brain.) ~Howard Stern~
“Umm...Earth to Heather are you still with us?”
(Heather shrugged from her 'day dream' as she stifled a laugh and snorted, shaking her head at Howard who waved his arms animatedly in front of her face.)~Heather Haze~
“I'm sorry were you saying something?” ~Howard Stern~
“I was saying you're gonna be wrestling at this show inside a Stimulator Chamber…is that correct?”~Heather Haze~
(laughs) “It's actually called The Elimination Chamber, silly.”~Robin Quivers~
“Heh she told you.”~Howard Stern~
“Really? So it's not a bondage smotherbox with nipple clamps attached to chains or any of those anal hooks involved?”~Robin Quivers~
“What the fuck are you on about, Howard??”~Howard Stern~
“Lay off my back woman!! I figured that's what it was! Clearly I've been misinformed. Shit happens. Moving on.”~Robin Quivers~
“I find stimulator chamber is a way better name, but what do I know? Any-who, do indulge us about this match, Heather. Tell us what's the 411 and what kind of mess you be getting yourself into?”
(Heather shrugged her shoulders lightly, before straightening up her posture just a bit.)~Heather Haze~
“Well, I can imagine it's gonna be a wild and intense one for sure. Just to paint a clear picture of what the match entails, it starts off with two randomly selected superstars while the rest will get a viewing of the action inside their 'prison pods' as they wait their turns to enter in the match. And after several minutes or so each of these pods will open up and somebody new will join the fray. This basically goes on until everyone is either pinned or submitted, and the last one remaining will be the PWS APEX World Champion.
So basically the key to all this is to really try to NOT get ‘killed’ in any way and use the chamber to your full advantage ...and practically avoid getting faces and body parts smashed through those awful plex-glass' cause that would really suck major ass...and I’m wayy too pretty to cut my career short when I am red-hot and in the prime of my career as is.” ~Howard Stern~
“So I take it you'll be locked inside with five other people in this match beating the hell out of each other for the top prize, and possibly getting off on several Homicide charges and what have you?”~Heather Haze~
(Nodding) “In a way yes...I'm gonna be in there with a bunch of crazy psychos like Johnny emo, who literally beat me half to death with a steel chair!”~Howard Stern~
“The nerve of that asshole to put his hands on your beautiful body like that! The nerve!”
(Heather pouts her face as she rolls her brown, hazel eyes in disgust.)~Heather Haze~
“Yeah, tell me about it. It's funny how that nimrod got himself a spot in the first place, which is so beyond ridiculous that the more I think about it, the more it makes me incensed! I mean, Everyone else had to qualify to get a spot in the chamber, including myself... but this worthless sac of ass got a free pass in the chamber all cause he went on a rampage, jumping people from behind, and being a whiny asshole about it too.”~Howard Stern~
“Ugh I hate those kinda types. Such Whiny assholes.”~Heather Haze~
“Yeah, I can just picture him, ragging on and on with his endless dumb idiotic poetries and riddles, thinking he's got an ace up his sleeve, and expectin' that chrome dome dummy Sykes to do all his dirty work since they have some kind of a weird buddy bromance orgy type thing going on with their whole dumb cult shtick.”~Howard Stern~
“Damn! I was going to make a Jonestown cult joke......but the punchline's too long.”~Robin Quivers~
Man, That must be some strong kinda kool aid shit he be selling. ~Heather Haze~
“I don’t know what his deal is anyway. I hope for T's sake he gets his head out of his ass and realises that he's just a useless dimwitted pawn. But then again, Sykes isn't really the sharpest tool in the shed. And I proved that theory to the test when I pinned him with a simple roll up last week, and the guy is the size of a brick house, Howard!"
"The man is an absolutely terrifying presence in the ring that I was literally fending for dear life as my screams of cries went unheard...because of my strained vocal cords! But somehow I managed to walk away with my head intact to my body! I guess in a way I should be grateful for that and my crafty survival skills to remain alive.”~Howard Stern~
“Oh you poor thing you..that must have been awfully terrifying for you.”~Heather Haze~
“It was. And as if that wasn't bad enough, I had to also put up with that raging hormonal bitch that is Audrey Russow. Like, I can't figure out why she's even in the match when she'd be better off being a stay-at-home housewife taking care of her offspring, looking after her crippled husband...changing their smelly diapers, cooking up crappy meals for them and just staying, well, RETIRED.
she won't do any of that cuz that’s all beneath her. she’d much much prefer trying to ride on the coattails of me and Lexy, trying to put a dent to our friendship. Trying to hog every camera time and cling on to relevancy when practically her career has been long dead in the water for well over a decade! She couldn’t hack it as a trainer…and she sure can’t hack it as a mother or wife either. Which is quite depressing if you ask me.” ~Howard Stern~
“Midlife crisis is such a bummer to have.”~Heather Haze~
“I wouldn't know cuz I'm not a living bore like Audrey or Snoozy Sierra Williams for that matter. And speaking of Snoozy Williams, I think she’s hogged that title for far, far too long. It’s time that I dethron her and take my rightful spot at the top. I’m sorry to say but Snoozy Sierra just isn’t cutting it right now. The proof is just there. Ratings, attendances, and merchandise sales are at an all time record low. APEX PWS isn’t thriving or catapulting to the stratosphere and Williams is to be blamed for all her telenovela CRAP that nobody cares about! I mean what has her Championship run bought besides a measly mention for a Denzil Porter’s list? I'm convinced that even Denzil doesn't actually know her from adam, he's only acknowledging her reign because he feels like he's supposed to. It's obvious that she's struggling to keep up, especially the loss she took from Lexy at the last show. Which goes to show she's tired…and on borrowed time.” ~Heather Haze~
"And then there's...that jerk off weasel Mike Hawk ...whom I don't really care much for. But he's there like an annoying turd that just won't go down no matter how many several times you keep flushing..he just keeps showing up."
(Howard's face drops in that moment as he stirs in his chair, and begins laughing out hysterically.) ~Howard Stern~
“Wait a minute... there's some asshole going around calling himself Mike Hawk? Who's his cousin? Dixi Normus??”
(Heather giggles as she plays along with the bad puns.)~Heather Haze~
“Well, I'll have you know, Howard, that My c*nt is far more dangerous, far more superior, and far more athletically versatile than that shit for brains incel on any given day or night. Why? because I am just so unfairly talented. Cursed with a glorious burden of lifting PWS APEX out of mediocrity, hoisting it up and onto my back, and marching bravely into the future... while at the same time, giving you all a glimpse of exactly what the future looks like! Which is A brand new World Champion. A standard barrier. And a bonafied main event star in the making.
(Heather pauses as her confident smile drops, falling into a cold scowl.)"But I suppose that's not good enough, is it? After all, I get lumped into a cluster of degenerates who tell me I'm what's wrong with wrestling. But you know what? Fuck them. Fuck all them! I don’t care what any of them think of me…. because when the dust settles, it'll be me with my hand raised high in the air, and me walking out with the title and they can all choke on that!"~Howard Stern~
“Heh Yeah Fuck em all. You are so fucking hott talking so dirty like that...mmmm....let me ask you something? Are you wearing panties right now?”~Heather Haze~
"I just might be wearing one actually...Yes"~Howard Stern~
“Ugh. Didn't you get the memo?! Why would you wear them today of all days?"~Heather Haze~
"So you could beg me...and convince me to take them off!
“Oh my God, you really just made his day right now!”~Howard Stern~
“Are you fucking with me? Please tell me you're serious! You're going to give me your panties right here, right now?”~Heather Haze~
"Anything for you, Howard."~Howard Stern~
“Fuck yes I want them!!!! LIKE NOW!!”
(Heather giggled as she stood up on his desk, doing a little striptease in her tight blue strapless mini-dress and a pair of nude high heeled sandals before hiking her skirt up a little bit and bending
over sensually. She then slowly pulled her panties down to her ankles and went back to an upright position.)~Howard Stern~
“Oh my God I'm Having a Heart Attack!!!”
(Heather stepped out of the white g-string before bending over again to pick them up and then tossed them over in Howard's direction. He caught them and immediately began sniffing them, exaggerating of course so that the people tuning in over the radio could hear the sniffing sounds Heather laughed, sitting back down on the sofa and crossing her legs..)~Robin Quivers~
“Oh Howard ewww!! You don't know where those have been!”~Howard Stern~
“I don't care...I'm on cloud nine!”
**SNIFF!!!** “They smell so good!!”
“Oooh and they're wet too!!! They're soaking wet!!!”
(Heather laughed and shook her head, as Howard continued on with his cringy antics.)~Howard Stern~
“Honestly Heather, I'm so glad to have you on...why haven't you come on the show sooner?”~Heather Haze~
"I didn't know you guys were still on the air. Honestly I thought you were canned by the FCC."~Robin Quivers~
“OUCH!!! Brutal, Heather, just brutal...but I'll forgive you for that... just uh for the goodwill panties..which makes me wonder uh...how far will you go???”~Heather Haze~
"What do you mean?"~Howard Stern~
“...Well you did insinuate that you are a HUGE fan of my show by doing something so outrageous as you sit there panty-less. So I was just wondering, Heather...if you would do the dubious honor of riding my Sybian? Think of it as a great pre-match work out machine for this Elimination thingamajiggy."~Robin Quivers~
"It's great for cardio too...so I was told."~Howard Stern~
"I'm sure it's great for everything vagina, but be warned for many have tried and failed...until now...that is if Miss Haze is up for it. ”
(For the record, the Sybian is a straight up female masturbation
device. It's about the side of a guitar amp with a dome shaped top, sort of like a horse saddle that vibrates. The vibrating machine is remotely controlled and has a variety of rubber attachments that can be placed on top for the purposes of pleasure such as a dildo attachment, a clitoris stimulating attachment, and even an anal plug attachment.)
(As it turns out, somebody had gifted this fiendish device to the shock jock as a birthday present, and since then the device has been a staple of the show for guests to give it a test ride.)
(Many 'guests' have subjected themselves to the Sybian willingly for shock purposes or on a dare. From The likes of Carmen Electra, porn star Jenna Jameson, Jenny McCarthy and even the infamous Octo-Mom herself have all taken their turn on the Sybian...and have ridden it to multiple orgasms live on the air. While some were left hopelessly soaked and wet and even turned their nose up at this level of raunchiness-- for Heather... this almost felt fittingly right at home.~Heather Haze~
“Fuck it. Bring it out!”~Robin Quivers~
“AHHH She's gonna do it!!!”~Howard Stern~
“Alright then...you guys heard the lady...bring out The Sybian!!!”
(As if they had been waiting for their cue, two of Howard's crew came out carrying the Sybian and placed it on the ground a few feet away from Heather. They brought out a small rubber attachment...it was flat with little bumps on one end which was used for vaginal stimulation over the clothes, however seeing as how Heather just gave away her g-string to Howard...she knew things were going to get a little bit more risque.)~Howard Stern~
“Okay Heather, you know how this works...go ahead and sit on that thing...my producer will control the machine with a remote....the Sybian goes from 20 all the way to 100...
The kicker is that each of the setting matches up to your opponents based on their overall toughness and the beating they can dish out in the ring? Like say a Mike Hawk will fall into a measly 20 category with Sierra being a 100 since she's the World champion? Makes sense? So lets see how much pounding that ass can really take!”~Robin Quivers~
“Just pretend that nobody else is here.”~Heather Haze~
“But....I like being watched.”~Howard Stern~
“HA! See? I knew she was kinky.”
(Heather then stood up and made her way over to the Sybian.)~Heather Haze~
“You're sure this rubber thing is clean, right?”~Howard Stern~
“Never been used. Well actually Robin did use it this morning I think. Did you clean up after, Robin?”
(Robin glared in Howard's direction, before flipping him the bird as he chuckled) “Okay...”
(Heather breathed in deep and then sighed). “Here goes nothing..”
(Heather stood over the Sybian, looking down on it. Was she really about to do this? Hell yes she was gonna. Then, Slowly, she lowered her hips before fully straddling the apparatus. She then looked up and over to the tech guy to let him know she was ready.)~Heather Haze~
"Fire this bitch up! I'm ready!”~Howard Stern~
“Alright...start her off at 20!”
(The tech guy gave Howard the thumbs up before turning a knob on the remote control. All of a sudden the machine between Heather's thighs began shaking, sending mild vibrations through her pelvis and into her crotch.)~Heather Haze~
“Ohhh...oh! This...this is nice.”
“Look at that...oh my God you're so fucking hot...okay..shoot her straight up to 60!”
(The teckhie once again turned the knob on the remote control. The Sybian's vibrations grew more and more intense, which took the breath out of Heather's chest for a second.)“Ohhhh mmmm.....wowwwww...it feels all tingly down there”
(Heather giggled, shutting her eyes. Her face grew more and more flushed by the second. She became suddenly aware of the fact that her inner thighs were now completely moist and, though she knew they couldn't see anything because she was still fully clothed, she was self conscious of the fact that when she stood up off of this thing, they would realize exactly how much she had been enjoying herself.)~Howard Stern~
“Look at her, she's loving it...okay..give her 80!!!!”“Oh shhhiiiit..”
(Heather already knew what was going to happen, but it was too late to stop now. The techie turned the knob again and the Sybian began to rattle as the vibrations grew even more intense than before. She bit down on her lip now, gripping her knees to keep from falling over. Her eyes still shut, she banished every thought of the Elimination Chamber and just gave into the pleasure as she moaned out loudly.) “Yes.....oh God yes...”~Howard Stern~
“Yeah that's right, babydoll...let go..relax....she's almost there, I can tell...alright give her the full 100!!!”~Robin Quivers~
“I can't watch this!!”
(Finally, the techie twisted the knob on the remote control all the way to the right...all the way to 100. Intense was no longer the word for how fast the Sybian was vibrating right now. It was more like...ferocious.)
(Heather began to breath deeper and deeper, rocking her hips against the Sybian as it vibrated against her crotch.)“Ohhh...ohhhh....”~Howard Stern~
“Yeah thats it! Keep it up! Show those son's of bitch who's boss. Conquer the Sybian and you will conquer the Elimination Chamber! You will walk out as the NEW World Heavyweight Champion!!” ~Heather Haze~
“Yess.....mmmmm.....yesssss...oh God yessssss!!!!”~Howard Stern~
“Keep going baby keep going. You're ALMOST there!”“OHHHHHH!!!! AHHHH!!!!! MMMMMM!!!!!! FFFFFUCK!!!!”
(That old familiar yet uniquely exciting feeling of pleasure shot through her entire body, resonating around her cooch as she reached orgasm in front of a group full of applauding people and for all of the world to hear and see.)~Howard Stern~
“AND SHE HAS DONE IT! A NEW WORLD RECORD, folks!! Heather Haze, everybody! That deserves a round of applause...wow!!! Don't forget to check her out at PWS APEX Demon's Run this Sunday at the Elimination Chamber exclusively on Pay Per-View!!! WOW!!!! I think I need a cigarette after that. Holy shit and she’s still going!
(And with that the scene fades with the lasting shot of Heather still mounting and riding the Sybian, giggling giddily like a horny schoolgirl before the camera abruptly cuts to static!)
Post by Mike Hawk on Mar 13, 2022 17:27:53 GMT -5
Chapter 1: The Phantom Menace
*We begin this tirade of madness, appropriately, at a large house. The house is big, and it’s also huge. Some black text comes on-screen that says “My Life is Terrible”. Below it, some white, cursive text that reads “With Cunty McGee”. There’s some standard, generic sitcom music playing, before the camera cuts to the inside of the house. Inside is Mike Hawk, in a blonde wig and far too much make-up, and a sombrero. He holds a hand up to his head in a dramatic way, and talks in a high-pitched voice.*
Cunty McGee: Oh, woe is me! Everything about my life is horribly sad… whether my dad’s in the hospital and close to death, my brother is going through a mental crisis, or… my life is normal and I’m just sad for no fucking reason… whatever the case, I’m horribly depressed, and I’m going to make it your problem!
*Another person, also played by Hawk, and also in a sombrero and far too much make-up, but also a giant sombrero and a fake tiny moustache, comes on-screen.*
?: Cunty! I am your mother!
Cunty: Mother! Where are your breasts!?
Mother: They were stolen! By a burglar!
Cunty: Holy FUCK! I am so depressed and whiny about that!
Mother: I know.
*Soon another version of Hawk comes in, dressed in a tiny sombrero and a giant moustache. He stares at the other two versions of himself.*
Mike: Hello, I’m… Steve.
Cunty: Hello, Steve!
Steve: Hi. I’m here because your great uncle Mario wanted me to deliver a message to you!
*He holds a piece of paper in his hands, and reads aloud from it.*
Steve: To all of my remaining family members, I’d like you to know: I died painfully.
*Both of the others gasp.*
Steve, still reading aloud: I fell off a cliff, and onto a chainsaw. Then I was struck by lightning.
*The others gasp again.*
Steve: And that’s not even to mention the tiger.
Steve: Which is not what killed me. What got me in the end was the syphilis, which I had previously contracted 7 years prior.
Cunty: My life just keeps getting worse for some reason! And everyone’s gonna know about it, because I can’t keep shit to myself!
Mother: Wait, people will know? I thought this was off-camera.
Cunty: What? That wouldn’t make any sense. How could we put anything that’s off-camera into a promo?
Mother: I don’t know, Cunty. I just don’t know.
*She looks directly into the camera.*
Steve: Oh no, I’m dying, ahhh, help, oh no.
*He’s really low-energy when he does this, and lowers himself slowly onto the ground.*
Mother: Oh, Dios Mio!
Cunty: That was a terrible JR Freeman impression.
Mother: I’m working on it.
*The camera cuts to static.*
Chapter 2: Aunty Thesis and the Chamber of Secrets
*The camera fades in from the static to a nearly-empty dressing room. It’s empty save for one bald weirdo. Specifically Mike Hawk in a bald cap, plus a wifebeater and jeans. He’s repeatedly punching a locker and screaming madly into it as he does.*
Mike: I AM SO FUCKING ANGRY ALL THE TIME!
*He screams incoherently for a moment before turning towards the camera.*
Mike: I AND THE REST OF MY TEAMMATES ARE ALL THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS AT THE SAME TIME. IT WORKS THAT WAY AND YOU CAN’T TELL ME IT DOESN’T BECAUSE I’LL PUNCH YOU. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!
*He punches the locker again, this time more forcefully.*
Mike: Ow, my hand.
*He looks back up at the camera and gets back into character.*
Mike: AND THAT ANGER THAT I HAVE FROM PUNCHING MY HAND INTO A METAL THING AND MAKING IT ALL HURTY IS EXACTLY WHAT I WILL CHANNEL TONIGHT WHEN I BEAT THE FUCKING FUCK OUT OF ALL THE PEOPLE IN THE MATCH. JONATHAN MANSON, THE SEA, AUDREY RUPAUL, WEATHER HAIL, AND SOME GUY’S COCK. I AM VERY ANGRY. AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!
*After screaming loudly about someone’s cock, he turns to walk out but gets his wifebeater caught on the door.*
Mike: OH NO, I’M STUCK!
*He screams incoherently again.*
Mike: FUCK! FUCKING FUCK! I WILL TAKE REVENGE ON THE ENTIRE WORLD FOR THIS! YOU’LL SEE! I’M THE HORSEMAN OF BEING FUCKING FURIOUS! RAAAGH!
*He punches the door.*
Mike: Ow, fuck! My hand!
*After he grumbles more about his hand, Hawk walks out of the room and the camera cuts to more static.*
Chapter 3: The Twilight Zone
*The camera comes in on Mike standing in front of a teacher’s desk. The teacher looks stern, and rather wary of Hawk being there, but regardless she sits behind her desk, looking at Hawk, who’s wearing a “teaching sucks” shirt and his typical blue jeans and running shoes. He looks at the class while the teacher addresses them.*
Teacher: Good afternoon, class. Please welcome today’s substitute sex education teacher… Mr. Hawk!
Mike: Such respect. I like you! Alright, so… which of you have heard of sex before?
*Naturally, the entire class raises their hands.*
Mike: Good. Now, who’s heard of ANAL sex?
*A few people put their hands down.*
Mike: Ah, good. This lesson will be exactly that! And I even brought a few guests with me!
*He reaches into a suitcase to pull out two sock puppets.*
Mike: This is Heather Haze…
*The puppet has long flowing hair and very obvious boobs that stick way out in front of her. Mike speaks for the puppet in a very high-pitched voice.*
*He presents the other puppet.*
Mike: And this is 1960’s television personality and host of The Twilight Zone Rod Serling.
*He pulls out an out-of-nowhere spot-on Rod Serling impression.*
Rod Serling: Hello!
*The class seems impressed by this, so Hawk continues.*
Mike: My two assistants here will now do a bit of roleplay to simulate how an anal sex session might go.
*He starts humming a song as Heather Haze, then she turns around to notice the other puppet. She gasps.*
Heather: Oh my god, is that 1960’s television personality and host of The Twilight Zone Rod Serling!?
Rod Serling: …Yes. And you must be Heather Haze, slut extraordinaire.
Rod Serling: So, are you interested in sex?
Heather: I thought you’d never ask! Oh, Rod Serling, fuck me in the ass!
Rod Serling: I can guarantee, that sentence has never, ever been said before, but okay.
*Hawk starts banging his arms together very hard, making moaning sounds for each puppet as they aggressively, violently bang into one another.*
Heather: Oh, Rod Serling, you’re a surprisingly tender lover!
Rod Serling: I hosted The Twilight Zone!
*The teacher stands up.*
Teacher: Mr. Hawk, please, I think this class has seen quite enough!
Mike: Are you sure? They all seem to be into it.
*He motions to the classroom full of students, when the camera cuts to said students, who are all slack-jawed, in complete silent shock at what they just bore witness to. Soon it cuts back to Hawk and the teacher.*
Teacher: Get out of my classroom.
Mike: Yeah, that’s fair. Can I keep the puppets?
Teacher: They’re yours!
Mike: Great! See you on Monday! Peace!
*He smiles as he struts out of the classroom, humming ‘Hail to the Chief’. The camera cuts once again to static.*
Chapter 4: The Little Shoppe of Horrorres
*Cut to a dentist’s office. A man (obviously Mike Hawk) kicks the door in, dressed in a giant costume of Audrey 2, the plant from Little Shop of Horrors, as he shouts.*
Mike: FEED ME, SEYMOUR!
*A voice from off-camera hurriedly says something.*
Voice: Mike, we’re… we’re not doing that one.
*The camera cuts to static again.*
Chapter 5: Sad
*A darkened plain. A field of sorrow and misery, and also sadness. The small little tiny blades of imperceivable grass blow in the terrible wind. The shot speeds up and slows down, a bolt of lightning striking in the background. Soon, narration. Scary narration. Scarration. From a man we all know: Edwin Mo. Mike Hawk’s Jonathan Sanders-esque sad boi character. He starts off slow, speaking in a deep, quiet, brooding voice.*
E. Mo: Beans, beans…
*The scene changes to that of waves crashing against the shore at night, also sped up and slowed down, almost arbitrarily, as the narration continues.*
E. Mo: The musical fruit.
*Another cut, this time to a random bird. Not even a spooky bird, just a regular-ass bird, just walking on the ground. It squawks, staring at the camera with absolute ineptitude and confusion.*
E. Mo: The more you eat…
*It cuts again, this time to the plains from before, except this time the person filming backs up slightly.*
E. Mo: The more you toot.
*The person falls off the cliff he was standing on with a yelp, and the camera hurriedly cuts to a cat. He’s a good kitty, yes he is. Yes he is!*
E. Mo: The more you toot…
*The camera cuts again to a lightning strike, illuminating the otherwise darkened scene to reveal a man eating a sandwich, who looks at the camera like he didn’t expect to be seen and quickly runs off-camera.*
E. Mo: The better you feel.
*The camera cuts again to the previous scene of the man off the cliff. The camera records as EMTs load him onto a stretcher and rush him to an awaiting ambulance, whereupon they load him on and get in themselves, driving off and leaving the scene with no cameraman.*
E. Mo: So let’s have beans…
*The camera shows a darkened figure in a darkened room, wearing a darkened shirt, darkened pants, and with darkened and very sad hair. He pulls a string above him, and the lightbulb it’s attached to falls to the ground and shatters. He waits for a moment, unsure what to do, before running over quickly and turning the lights on, before running back on-camera and looking directly into it again, sitting back down and putting on a big, comedy scowl.*
E. Mo: For every meal.
*He looks into the camera, his shirt saying “I’m Sad”. He’s also in faded jeans, far too much make-up, making him look like a ghost with black lips, and a very obviously fake black wig that’s draped into his face. He’s also wearing a spiked choker, which he quickly takes off.*
E. Mo: Ow, ow! Fuck… I knew I shouldn’t have put spikes on the inside!
*He glares holes through the camera, blowing the hair out of his eyes.*
E. Mo: How is a raven like a writing desk?
*He pauses, giving that insanely creative and not-at-all stolen line time to sink in.*
E. Mo: I’ll tell you exactly how. It’s pretty simple, really… they both start with the ‘R’ sound and neither one can make a pizza.
E. Mo: The emproliness of the cataquoska is dimplofuvious. The direlhumporntio is directly hoovensational to the warmbopaxeiciousness.
*He pauses for a moment.*
E. Mo: If I don’t make at least 7 up long, vaguely intelligent-sounding words every 90 minutes, I’ll die. Which I wouldn’t want. Because if there’s one thing I hate more than being sad, it’s being dead and sad. Which I would be. Because I’m not happy. I’m sad.
*He pulls out 2 sock puppets.*
E. Mo: These are my teammates…
*He holds each one up individually.*
E. Mo: This is Tyson Sykes.
*He speaks for the puppet.*
“Tyson Sykes”: Hello.
E. Mo: And this is 1960’s television personality and host of The Twilight Zone Rod Serling.
*He speaks for this puppet too, once again pulling out his Rod Serling impression.*
Rod Serling: Hello.
E. Mo: …I lost the Dionysus puppet. But the point is, after tonight, me and all of my teammates will make short work of this entire roster. We are the sad boys.
“Tyson Sykes”: I AM SAD AND ANGRY.
Rod Serling: I hosted The Twilight Zone.
E. Mo: And now, you should all heed my warning, and…
*He runs at the camera, crashing into it and falling, lying unconscious next to the camera, which holds on his body for a few seconds before cutting to static.*
*The scene fades in on a hawk. It makes a hawk noise as the camera pans out. It’s a beautiful sunny day at what appears to be a zoo. The hawk is inside a giant cage, and looking inside that cage is a different Hawk. Mike Hawk, to be exact. He smirks as he watches on, sighing contentedly.*
Mike: Ahhh… such a majestic animal, wouldn’t you agree? Certainly the animal I’d pick to be president… if it was a competition, that is. And absolutely, I’d pit this animal as a future world champion. Maybe… sooner than you’d think.
*He turns around to face the camera. He’s got french fries in one hand, and is wearing a white t-shirt and black jeans, as well as just some regular running shoes, and a green jacket on top. The shirt says “Fuck Anyone Who’s Not Me” on it, and he’s wearing a cap that says “If You Can Read This, You’re Too Close To Me”. He walks over to the hawk’s exhibit’s door and presents something to the audience.*
Mike: See, if you have friends in high places, like I do, then you can get things like this.
*It’s a key.*
Mike: This little baby opens up every cage in this damn place. “But Mike,” I hear you say, in your whiny, nasally fuckin’ voice, “Why would you want to open every cage at the zoo? Aren’t those animals dangerous?” And yes, you whiny fuckface, they are. But you see… everyone in this elimination chamber match I’m going to be in, myself included, will be much like one of these animals… trapped in a cage, waiting for the opportunity to escape, and teeming with pent-up aggression. And I’d like to show you…
*He uses the universal cage key to unlock the hawk’s cage and watches as it goes free.*
Mike: Exactly what happens when we get loose.
*He watches as the hawk lands on a lamppost and just looks around.*
Mike: …I promise we’ll be more impressive than that.
*He turns and starts walking, slowly, through the zoo, letting out the armadillos and foxes as he does.*
Mike: You know, this animal analogy really got me thinking about what exactly my opponents would be if they were animals. Other than “feral and unintelligent”. Which, to be fair, some of them already are. I’ll let you decide which ones I mean.
*He stops at an exhibit, looking in.*
Mike: But I more mean in terms of which animals they’d be. Like a BuzzFeed quiz that you do on a Saturday afternoon because your mom tags you on Facebook and says “You’re totally a gazelle, lol”. And I think I've figured it out.
*He looks into the exhibit. The camera pans around to see what he’s looking at, as an armadillo chases a man down the path. It’s a bonobo exhibit.*
Mike: Heather Haze… you’re like a bonobo. Pretty to look at, but when you’re threatened, you scream and fuck something. That’s the bonobo’s solution to everything, and it’s also your solution to everything. Anything goes wrong, it’s straight onto someone’s rigid weiner you go. And if that doesn’t work, you’ll throw poop and run. Don’t think I haven’t seen the shit-stained wall of the arena’s bathrooms, Heather, you think we don’t know that was you?
*A kid walks by with fries and Hawk grabs one and eats it, despite having his own fries. The kid gives him a dirty look.*
Mike: And you might think you’re prepared, Heather. That you’re all set, that you can take Mike Hawk. But let me tell you, sister, nobody can take Mike Hawk. Not on their first time, their second time, not on their tenth time! Nobody’s ever been able to take Mike Hawk and walk away! And you might think your background might make you better at taking Mike Hawk, but Mike Hawk’s hard. Mike Hawk’s been hardened and is ready for action!
Mike: And just when you think Mike Hawk is done with you, that’s when Mike Hawk comes back with a vengeance. I plan to grab you and smash your head against the cage wall. Mike Hawk will pound you again and again, Miss Haze. And just like with Rod Serling, stepping into the ring with me will be like entering the Twilight Zone. You won’t know which direction is up because Mike Hawk is going to pound you so badly.
*He walks over the the bonobo exhibit door and unlocks it, letting out the screeching fuck-monkeys. They run rampant, knocking people over and grabbing handbags. Hawk keeps walking, meanwhile, and sees Richard Rider outside a Liger exhibit. He’s chatting up a zoo employee.*
Richard: So, you come here often?
Worker: Sir, I work here.
Richard: Nice, nice, that must be cool. So, which of these animals do you think I could beat in a fight? …Trick question, it’s all of them! I work out 6 days a week, you know.
*He flexes and looks down into the exhibit.*
Richard: I once worked on a movie with a liger. In fact…
*As Hawk passes him, he pushes him into the exhibit, which he slides down into, coming face to face with a liger.*
Richard: Um… nice kitty!
*The liger growls.*
Richard: NOT THE FACE!
*The camera cuts back to Hawk, and we hear distant screaming and ripping. Hawk approaches another exhibit, as we see a bonobo grab a man by the head and pull him off-camera.*
Man: Oh god! Who let this monkey out!?
Mike: It’s an ape!
Man: Oh, sorry! Oh god, who let this ape out!?
Mike: That’s better. It was me!
Man: Thank you!
Mike: Now then… Sierra Williams. What are we going to do with you? Well, I’ve been doing some thinking… you’re a platypus!
*A platypus is shown in its enclosure, looking derpy as ever.*
Mike: It… because you’re multiple things in one… though you’re only two, and… you don’t… um… well, it’s, your… you have a… beaver tail? Uhh… y’know what, that analogy got away from me.
*He lets out the platypuses, which slowly walk out. One of them walks up to a man in a lab coat.*
Man in a Lab Coat: A Platypus?
*A bonobo grabs a man’s hat and drops it so it lands on the platypus’s head. The lab coat man gasps.*
Man in a Lab Coat: PERRY the Platypus!?
*He runs off, meanwhile Hawk walks up to the next exhibit.*
Mike: Ahh, here you are, Sierra. You’re a hippopotamus.
*He motions to the hippo, resting peacefully in the water.*
Mike: People underestimate you. They think you’re perfectly happy and docile, but then you turn out to be the most dangerous predator of all. Ain’t nobody fucks with a hippo!
*He unlocks the cage and the hippo steps out, walking towards people.*
Mike: And sometimes you shit everywhere. Yes, I’ve been in THAT bathroom too! The point is, Sierra, you’re a dangerous predator… but when all the other dangerous predators gang up on you, you might find that you don’t survive. A hippo can take on a tiger one-on-one, but against 11 or 12 tigers with guns, the hippo doesn’t stand a chance. You know what I’m saying? …Yeah, you know what I’m saying.
*He walks away, towards the next exhibit. A man screams from inside the hippo’s mouth, which has engulfed his head completely. He tries pulling his head out. A few people have crawled up onto food stands to try and escape the apes, forgetting that they too know how to climb, resulting in the people falling off and sprinting as far as they can from the deranged bonobos.*
Mike: So, Sierra, in short, we’re all going to gang up on you, and you’d better believe the hippo will not come out of this encounter unscathed.
*He stops briefly at a cotton candy stand, grabbing a large amount of cotton candy one one of their cones, and sticking it to a woman’s head. The woman, who can no longer see due to the cotton candy in her eyes, screams and ends up tripping over a platypus, which makes a platypus noise and walks away. He sees what the next animal is and smiles.*
Mike: …And now we move on to a Russow. Sorry, to A. Russow. To Audrey Russow. That was weird. Anyhow…
*The camera pans to show what he’s looking at.*
Mike: Ahhh, the majestic lion. Subject of objectively the best Disney movie, hunter extraordinaire, and the perfect metaphor for the workhorse of the Russows. …Work… lion? Fuck it, I’m workshopping. The worklion of the - no, that sounds weird. Whatever, the point is, Audrey, that much like the majestic lion, Daniel does absolutely nothing. He sits around doing precisely jack shit, eating… cereal, or counting grass, or whatever it is he actually does, and lets you do all the heavy lifting for him.
*The lioness gets up, charging at an unsuspecting deer and taking it to the ground, while the male lion just lays there like a lazy bastard.*
Mike: …Look familiar? Probably because you do all the work, but you don’t have the mane. Everyone wants to see Daniel, meanwhile you’re stuck there actually beating the opponents.
*Someone’s lifted in the air by the freed hawk, screaming as his friend grabs his legs, trying to pull him down, but ends up just pulling his pants down, exposing his censored penis to every patron of the zoo.*
Mike: Well, whatever the case, despite being the only Russow to actually put up a fight, when you’re let out of your cage, we won’t be afraid of you. Because without the pride, a lion is nothing.
*He lets the lions out, walking towards the next exhibit, meanwhile he sees Richard Rider again, his face scratched up, but he’s flirting again, this time with a different employee.*
Richard: That’s right, babe, I was in 6 different movies in the last 10 years. The parts I played weren’t important, what matters is that I was in them.
*Hawk pushes him into another exhibit, this time closing the door behind him. Rider looks up to see himself in a cage with an elephant.*
Richard: Whoa there Jumbo, I-I can explain…
*We hear elephant noises as Hawk walks off.*
Richard: MY FACE! MY BEAUTIFUL FACE!
*After eating some fries, Hawk reaches the next exhibit: the snakes.*
Mike Hawk: The snake of eden. Or as I like to call him, Enter Sadman. It’s a good analogy. He is the snake that tempted Adam and Eve, or something, I’ve never seen that movie. And when you least expect it, he’ll wrap around your body and squeeze you until you die. He’s also been known to eat mice whole. I haven’t seen him do it, but I’ve also never seen him eat a mouse with a knife and fork, so I have to assume he does it reptilian style.
*He watches a snake eat a mouse, then lets them out.*
Mike: But as you’ll see…
*The hawk from before comes down and snatches the snake, lifting it into the air.*
Mike: Even the mighty king cobra has predators.
*He looks over at what just happened.*
Mike: Wow, I didn’t even plan that, that was just perfect timing.
*He walks over to a security guard, who’s being wrapped by a boa constrictor.*
Mike: You guys oughta get tighter security on these cages.
*He walks, speaking to the camera as he does.*
Mike: Vampire Joe, how many times do we have to play this game? You already know I can beat you! All it takes is a conscious referee. And with 4 other people in the match, there’s no way the ref’s gonna be knocked out. Hell, the ref could be DEAD, it doesn’t matter, they’re still gonna count those pins! Plus, it would skyrocket the equality in this company. MORE DEAD EMPLOYEES! Zombies have rights too!
*He sees Richard Rider, having managed to escape the elephant, now outside of a giraffe enclosure. This time he runs up and pushes him head-first into it.*
Richard: Ow, sonofa…
*He looks up and sees a giraffe licking its own eyeball.*
Richard: Heh… well, you’re not so tough. You’re just a big softie, aren’t you?
*The camera cuts back to Hawk as we hear the sound of hoof-on-flesh and Rider screaming.*
Richard: Ow! Why do they always go for the face!?
*Finally Hawk arrives at the tiger cage.*
Mike: And here… is what Tyson Sykes THINKS he is.
*He looks inside, meanwhile chaos is playing out behind him. People wrestling food away from bonobos, tripping over platypuses and snakes, trying and failing to pet foxes, and falling into exhibits. One person’s been grabbed by the hawk, and someone’s on fire. That’s unrelated, he came in like that.*
Mike: The majestic tiger. An animal that makes its presence known wherever it goes with its mighty roar.
*The tiger just sits there.*
Mike: I said… WITH ITS MIGHTY ROAR.
*He taps on the glass, but the tiger just looks up at him, then goes back to eating the meat it’s been given. Hawk runs up to the cage, putting a hand to his mouth and making the roaring noise himself.*
*He runs back, looking at the camera.*
Mike: There, a mighty roar! He would easily be the most dangerous competitor in this match… if this is what Sykes actually was.
*He unlocks the tiger’s exhibit door, struggling a bit to open it, finally getting the attention of an employee.*
Mike: Hey, could you help me open this?
*He opens it up for him.*
Employee: …Wait, why?
*The tiger pounces on him and he yelps.*
Mike: Thanks, pal! Anyhow… here’s what Sykes ACTUALLY is.
*He walks over to the next exhibit, this one full of hyenas.*
Mike: You’re a scavenger, Tyson. You wait for a different predator, like a lion, or a hippo, or a… snake… to do your killing for you, and then you run in to eat the remains and take all the credit. But in reality…
*He unlocks the cage and walks inside, making himself look big, and the hyenas scatter.*
Mike: You’re nothing but a great big coward. …And now I’m going to step out of here, because there is a LOT of feces in this cage.
*He runs out of the exhibit, gagging as he looks at the hyenas running off.*
Mike: So, let’s review, shall we?
*With all the animals released, people are running around screaming and tripping over things, grabbing onto exhibits and holding on for dear life. Richard Rider, having gotten out of the giraffe exhibit, runs from an enraged ostrich, as Hawk continues towards the exit of the zoo.*
Mike: We’ve got a hippo, who’s easily overwhelmed because it’s the biggest target, a lioness, who’s nothing without her pack, a snake, who’s preyed on by everything else in here, a bonobo, who’s too focused on fucking to actually fight, a hyena, who never actually accomplishes anything and just comes in for the snake’s sloppy seconds…
*A hawk lands on the fallen body of an unconscious bonobo.*
Mike: And then there’s the hawk. Master of the skies. The TRUE Apex Predator.
*He walks out of the zoo, being pursued by security, one of whom is grabbed by the elephant and placed into a very high tree, the other of whom is hit in the face by a bonobo. He screams.*
Security: How did these monkeys escape, anyway!?
Mike: They’re apes!
*He walks outside, locking the gates behind him.*
Mike: Ahhhh… I love the zoo.
*He walks off, the camera zooming out to catch the chaos unraveling behind him. The animals being free has made things horribly unsafe. There are bonobos fucking each other, elephants stomping around, lions preying on the smaller animals, foxes just trying to escape the lions, platypuses… are also there, it’s an animal war zone. And in the middle of it all, a hawk, whose flight makes it the one who’s not in danger of the others. The camera slowly but surely fades to black.*
Post by Sierra Williams on Mar 13, 2022 19:34:46 GMT -5
I have no issue, I am official
Let them come at me I practice Jiu Jitsu
Only fear two things with three letters dawg
That's G-O-D, God and my fucking initials
Doctors called up to the news to report to them what they discovered (what they discovered)
Said I'm the first of a species that they call a real muthafucka
Canada was beautiful this time of year. The late July breeze whistled through the trees. The sounds of birds chirping, kids playing and laughter filled the air as everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Everyone except one young black haired girl. She had her arms folded over her chest, a snarl on her lips as she huffed and puffed. She looked over at a group of boys play fighting. Laughing, enjoying the physicality. Another little girl, a few years younger than the scowling one leaning against the tree. Her little hand reached up, tugging on her shirt.
Sierra Williams: What?...
She looked down, her eyes darting as the younger girl pointed at the boys and then shook her head with a frown. Sierra shook her head and rolled her eyes before slowly dropping to one knee and placing her hand on the younger girls shoulder.
Sierra Williams: Rosie, you’re five. Remember what Mom said, use your words.
She pouted, folding her arms over her chest much like her older sister did. She growled before speaking, low at first but getting a little louder at the end.
Rosie Williams: Why do you wanna play fight? You can come play with me…
Sierra shook her head. She knew what Rosie wanted, she knew Rosie wanted Sierra to come play with her dolls and stuffed animals. She wanted Sierra to be more like her. And the truth was, once upon a time, Sierra was like her baby sister. She did the same things and wanted her older brothers to play, but Diego and Rico being how they were preferred to do similar things to what they did now. Sierra’s heart sank, while she knew how bad it felt, she also knew she really didn’t want to play with dolls.
Sierra Williams: Maybe tomorrow, okay?
Rosie looked down and away with a small nod and a grumble. Sierra turned back toward the group of boys. Rico, Diego and their friends. They threw punches, kicks and hit suplexes and slams on each other on the trampoline, two of them up as the others applauded and would be amazed. Rico and Diego were, of course, the best and doing their makeshift backyard version of wrestling. The boys were in their mid teens but had already begun training. It was second nature to them.
Sierra too had put time in the ring, not yet a teenager she was smaller than everyone and was looked at as just a child having fun. Bouncing off the ropes, jumping off onto crashpads. But, Sierra knew it’s what she wanted to do. It was the family business after all. Her father was a good hand in mexico, never quite reaching the heights he felt he should have. But in Canada, his look and his style caught fire. He became popular and as such decided to settle up here with his new wife.
Two decades had passed and in that time Oscar Lopez had four children. Two boys and two girls. Thje boys were right away into wrestling, wanting to learn how to move and do things in the ring before they could even walk. Sierra had taken a little more time. But now, now she was dedicated. She ground her teeth together and stepped forward toward her brothers and their friends. She tilted her head and gathered up all the frutsration she had pushing it out.
Sierra Williams: HEY!....Can I have a turn?
There was silence. Rico stood on the makeshift ring with another boy, they both looked down at Sierra while Diego and the other three who were outside on the grass raised their eyebrows. Rico shook his head and looked at Diego. The eldest child and leader of their little group sighed heavily stepping forward.
Diego Williams: Si….you’re too….small…
He was being nice, trying to take focus off the other reason why they wouldn’t let her play. Rico tilted his head, he knew what Sierra was capable of, the two having worked out together at the gym where their Father was based. Where he was slowly transitioning from an in ring role to a trainer. Sierra looked up at Rico, her eyes begging him to open his mouth. Diego smiled and put his hand on his sisters shoulder.
Diego Williams: Maybe, maybe when you’re a bit older, but you’re also a gi-
Rico Williams: Let her in with me for a bit….
Diego turned and looked at Rico with a confused look on his face, their friends too looked confused as Rico smiled and gave Sierra a nod. The kid on the trampoline with Rico gave a shrug jumping down to the grass as Sierra moved forward and pushed herself up on the bars rolling forward to her feet. Rico moved around her as Diego shook his head, the other boys laughed and chuckled, they weren’t taking her seriously. They didn’t give her any respect, despite this being HER HOUSE. Sierra shook her head as she felt the anger rise in her stomach.
Rico shook his head and looked right into her eyes. He was telling her to stay calm, to just have fun. She took a long deep breath and stepped forward. They locked up, Rico pul;ling Sierra into a side headlock, she elbows him in the ribs, shooting her brother off, he turned and Sierra hit a leapfrog, dropping down and popping up to go for a hiptoss, Rico reversed it and as he lifted Sierra she flipped forward landing on her feet before hitting an armdrag and popping up to her feet coming face to face with Rico.
There was silence.
Rico smiled and high fived Sierra, Diego smiled too before applauding. Sierra had shown fundamentals that were well beyond her years, on par with her brothers who made their friends look like uncoordinated idiots. Sierra bounced a few times and jumped down onto the grass. It wouldn’t be the first time she was underestimated. Or the last.
But that is for another time…
The Past, the Cock and the monotone man of medan.
Sierra Williams: “Momentum is everything….”
Her voice was calm. Oddly calm considering what she was facing. The uncertain future. The multiple opponents and moments she had to fight. But this, well this could be her magnum opus. Sierra sighed heavily and opened her eyes, a smile across her lips as her green eyes sparkled at the prospect of competition, a competition she would have trouble overcoming.
Sierra Williams: “You roll a ball down a hill, it just gathers speed and hits something, it will leave an impression, it will leave a moment. You push one forward on a flat plane and it will stay and slow and stop. Momentum is what can carry us forward in this business passed where we believe we would be capable of. And if you lose that, if you feel it slip away then you become complacent. And part of me just did that. I got into the ring with Alexis Markeios a woman who despite being a former world champion I should have put away….”
“Not easily of course, there are no easy matches. Even El Landerson can surprise you and has a puncher's chance, but I still should have been good enough to beat her and gain that momentum. But, I didn’t. Alexis got the better of me. So, my momentum, like a rock coming to a stop, was halted.”
“Where do I go from here then heading into one of the biggest matches of my career?”
“It’s simple really. I just have to be honest with myself. And all of you. And when I say all of you I mean every single fan of PWS whether you love me or hate me. Honest with all my co-workers and the other professional wrestlers who haven’t come to PWS or have and left. I have to be honest with EVERYBODY. This match was already going to be hard. But with what happened between myself and Lexi, regardless of what Heather Haze did and was involved in….well…”
“I am now the underdog…”
Sierra shrugs. A small laugh escaping her mouth as she shook her head and threw her hands in the air. That was hard to admit. Hard to put out there into the universe, especially when for so long she had been portrayed by the company and herself as the tough almost unbeatable bad ass that would break bones and give out concussions like candy on halloween to win. But it was the truth she felt in her heart.
Sierra Williams: “No matter what anyone has ever thought of me I have always been honest. Often to my own detriment. Often at the cost of friends, fans and my own career. It was my honesty with myself that made me leave Sin City Wrestling without ever holding a singles title. It was my own honesty that got me into this mess to begin with. And it is my own honesty that is opening a door for everyone in this match to think that I’m done.”
“But really…am I?”
“What is more dangerous? An overconfident world champion, arrogant and self righteous thinking that she is unbeatable and open to making mistakes? Or, a champion that believes she has lost what made her special and has a need and burning desire to reclaim it though any means necessary? What is more detrimental to all of your chances of becoming the PWS Apex world champion? And do any of you really believe that I’m going to be beaten so handedly? Or that you all are any better than anyone else? This match is already left up to chance…the moment you enter, how badly beaten up are everyone else, whether or not you need to watch your back…”
“An elimination chamber is a brutal slap in the face to take you back to reality. A match where luck seems even more important than skill…”
Sierra sits forward and smiles, a grin that should scare most people.
Sierra Williams: “Which, is quite honestly, is a blessing for some of you. See, in a one on one match I have a huge chance of winning against all of you. Despite if you hsve been able to beat me in the past or not. But, someone like Mike Hawk, well, Mikey needs that luck to be able to stand up and be counted and looked at as a challenge. I mean, you are talking about a guy who lucked into a title shot at anytime against any challenger and then went about going after Sanders.”
“He didn’t come after me. And that was quite honestly the smartest thing that man has ever done. And now, well now mr Hawk has a chance to show us just how lucky he is when he steps into that chamber. Let’s be honest, he could do something, anything to walk out as champion and due to the way the match is constructed could actually pull it off. Think about that, all of you. Just close your eyes and imagine that gangly bastard who somehow manages to be both skinny and fat at the same fucking time, holding that title belt. Can you see it?”
“PWS Apex World champion. Mike Hawk”
“Wow, you know we thought PWS would be looked at as a joke if the former pornstar got her hands on the title but Mike Hawk? It’s the joke that just keeps on giving right? But Mike gets to be in this match, and he gets to go gunning for the world title and knowing him he will have a four leaf clover shoved up his ass and a lucky rabbit's foot dangling off his manhood in an attempt to win. And that might seem like a joke to you all but I can guarantee you that he has actually thought about it. Especially after getting in the ring with me in that tag match. I actually felt bad for Heather Haze, having to team up with Mike…”
“That’s right Mike, you made me pity Heather fucking Haze, and that, if for no other reason, is why I need to make sure I cave your damn head in when I see you in that chamber….and why I can’t let you take this title that I have spent a year making matter again…”
She scoffs and looks over at said title. Picking it up before looking at her reflection, turning it and placing it on her shoulder, pacing back and forth now as the confidence returns. She is after all the goddamn champion and that should count for something.
Sierra Williams: “Very similar to what Mr Jonathan Sanders did with the Collateral damage title. He made that title a jewel in PWS Apex and as the champion was able to step in the ring with me and beat me in a one on one match. A champion vs champion affair that seemed to get the world talking. But then, after that? Nothing. There was no follow up, Sanders didn’t chanse me, he didn’t drop the title to come after me, he just kind of went back to his own little lane. And truth is, I had no idea why.”
“See Jonathan, you are one of those men who can step up and be the champion, THE GUY in a company. As much as you want to live up to your silly little nickname the “Lost cause” You and I both know you’re far from it. And that terrifies you. You are scared to live up to that potential, cause if you did, if you actually put the effort in that you think you have then, well everything you have done and said with Antithesis would be a lie.”
“Can’t have that, can we Jon? Can’t be a hypocrite can we?”
“I’ve watched and waited. I watched as Kallie Reznik beat you, a talented young rookie made you look like you were a lost puppy, you barely scraped by Violet Holt at Crusade and then Mike Hawk did what that idiot does and has done nothing but drag you down to HIS level. A level so low that you got beaten by a dumbshit Australian who was without his skinny emo good luck charm. And yet, here you are, based on your past exploits, being placed in this match. The elimination chamber for my title. And as far as you have fallen, I also know that I can’t turn my back on you or take you for granted. Cause Jonathan Sanders…is not a fucking lost cause…”
“But, I can also see you wanting to destroy Mike Hawk…and truth be told…I want to see it…so have fun…”
Sierra smirks and looks away as we seem to take a small break in our verbal destruction.
I will dedicate and sacrifice my everything
For just a seconds worth of how my story's ending
And I wish I could know if the directions that I take
And all the choices that I make won't end up all for nothing
Crawling in the dark.
She was short of breath, her lungs screaming at her to stop. Her body drenched in sweat with her muscles and joints aching and needing a rest. Her body was ready to quit, begging to quit. But her mind was stubborn. Her brain ticking over as she moved around the ring, the feeling of the canvas under her feet, the ropes hitting her back and under her arm. She moved to the side, she was in the air and down again, her back hitting the wood slats and cross beams that made up the ring. The shot of pain that had become all too familiar went through her body. But as quickly as she hit the mat she was back up again.
She was ready, atleast her mind was. Her body was done, her heart hurt, her back hurt, her ribs ewere bruised. As she stepped forward with her arms up the whistle blew, it was over. She leaned down and placed her hands on her knees, feeling the sweat drip from her forehead down to the canvas. Everyone moved and they were done for the day, high fiving and smiling as Sierra turned around with a smile, her father twirled the whistle around shaking his head. She just shrugged and moved to the ropes leaning on them placing her right foot on the bottom rope.
Oscar laughed and moved to the steps climbing up to the apron as he waved goodbye to the rest of the class.
Oscar Lopez: Feeling pleased with yourself are we?
Sierra laughed under her breath and gave a nod. She was unable to talk, her lung ached, her heart hadn’t slowed down. But she didn’t want her father to know that. Oscar raised an eyebrow, looking his oldest daughter up and down before turning his back to the ring and leaning against the ropes with Sierra next to him.
Oscar Lopez: Not everyday a fifteen year old breaks the record for most time in the ring with consecutive partners. Most of them couldn’t have handles half the time you spent, but an hour and a half? Kid, are you trying to kill yourself?
Sierra swallowed hard and shook her head, her long hair was stuck to her back, her arms held on to the ropes to keep herself propped up. But, she had regained enough of her breath to talk
Sierra Williams: No….but I’m your kid….comes with some expectations…
She smiled and gave a small shrug, Oscar narrowed his eyes looking his oldest daughter up and down. The narrowed eyes gave way as he reached over putting an arm around her. Sierra put her head on her dads shoulder and sighed.
Oscar Lopez: I guess I get it. But you’re young. You have so much time to learn and grow and decide if this life is even for you. It’s not easy Si. It’s not something that you can just do naturally. You have the talent. But you need the drive…
Sierra Williams: And Rico and Diego have that?...and I don’t?
Oscar Lopez: I never said th-
Sierra shrugged away, she slid from the ring onto the apron looking at her father with a small shake of her head before jumping down to the floor below. Oscar reached out, Sierra turned her head and snarled.
Sierra Williams: You didn’t have to.
She said it loud, louder than perhaps she meant to. Oscar stood back against the ropes, the rest of the class who had been filing out the door after grabbing their bags stopped and stared. Sierra could feel their eyes burning a hole in her back, she could only stare at her father, feeling the anger and frustration rise up in her heart from the pit of her stomach caused her to shake and close her fists into balls.
Sierra Williams: Did you give the same speech to them? To my brothers? To any of your prized students that I just showed I had the heart to stand with them? Did you? Or was it just me?
An awkward silence hung in the air. Sierra sneered and shook her head, she threw her hands in the air knowing that she had given her father enough time to answer. She stormed to the side, grabbing her bag and pushing passed the class out onto the street, she had to get out of there. While she still looked angry, and frustrated. Instead of sad, upset. Crying…and weak.
In the name of the sister, the tag bitch and the holy whore.
Sierra Williams: “I know who my real tests are…”
“The names in this match who I have to watch closely and worry about. The ones who are good enough o take me down one on one. And the ones who aren’t. See, they are the most dangerous, because they remain sight unseen. Hiding in plain sight. See, I already told you all how I feel about Jonathan Sanders and Mike Hawk. But, someone who is able to hide in plain sight is also on the radar. Aubrey Russow”
Sierra slowly smiles, her lips twisting into an arrogant smirk as she raises her head, a black baseball cap with the word “Rise” all in caps, red raised lettering with gold trim on the front. She tilts her head, a black bandana over her mouth.
Sierra Williams: “There seems to be a few of those walking around the halls of PWS Apex. Lachlan and his brother as well as the Madison family, which is tied together by Bella. A girl who, to be quite honest, deserves to be in this match more than you. See, Bella has been scratching and clawing the ladder to make herself matter in this business and this company. Truying to transcend her famous parents and extended family. While you….well…you just happily rode your name all the way to this match and you’re now hoping I’m too focused on others like Sanders and Haze to notice.”
“The only problem Audrey, is that I see you…”
“I see you for what you really are and I’m not going to let you come in under the radar and snatch up this title when you haven’t earned the right to call yourself a contender. See, one win doesn’t make you worthy to face me for this title. The sad fact is that you are here because there is NO ONE ELSE. You are here to make up the numbers. To be a name that can stand in a pod and jump in, cause if you won the PWS Apex world title?....the stock, the value, the meaning of this title would disappear as quickly as your relevancy if you didn’t have that last name.”
She pauses and gives a small shrug moving to her right before growling.
Sierra Williams: “But, at least Audrey is coming into this match by her lonesome. Unlike Mr Tyson Sykes and Jonathan Sanders. Members of Antithesis. And I didn’t address this with Jonathan but, I will with you Tyson. One half of the PWS Apex world tag team champions. Congratulations by the way, it’s nice to see the contra code for infinite title shots you have on your ass worked. See it took me two shots to get the world title. Two. And they were a year apart, cause unlike you Antithesis boys, I don’t get HANDED shit and then cry about justice and being the exact opposite.”
“You’re a hypocrite Tyson.”
“But, a tough one. See, anyone can look at you and see just how good you are. Just how fast you are and how easily you cave peoples skulls in. I can’t sit here and deny it, I can’t say you aren;’t good enough to atleast COMPETE against me. But, are you world title material? Jonathan is, he’s a proven commodity. He’s shown he can be at the top of a division whereas you came in and had to get opportunities handed to you to finally win.”
“See, me? I’ve never asked or begged for anything, I have never demanded anything. I earn what I have and because of that I haven;t had the same bright sparks in my career as others. But when I get a shot I rarely miss. I did it against Mack McKane the first time, I had him lined up and ready to go…and missed…and when presented with a new opportunity….you damn sure better believe it was a fucking headshot Ty…”
“But what about you? Can you take aim down the scope and wait for that red mist? Or are you going to miss?”
Sierra holds her hands like a gun, closing one eye and aiming before “pulling” the trigger with a wink.
Sierra Williams: “And speaking about someone who has gone for the head plenty of times…Heather Haze…”
Sierra chuckles to herself and shakes her head folding her arms over her chest.
Sierra Williams: “I get it, I do, you’re sick of the former pornstar jokes. And that was the last one I will make, I promise. See now I really will focus on your wrestling career. See, you, much like Jonathan Sanders have had success in another division that hasn’t yet translated to the world title. And like Jonathan Sanders you are a polarizing figure. See, many look at Jonathan as boring, one dimensional and someone who should stay in his lane. People look at you and see a relic of a bygone era. A time when women were more popular based on how good they looked while getting an evening gown stripped from their bodies. “
“But, despite that Heather you have climbed up to the top of PWS Apex time and time again, reaching for that unattainable goal and each time you failed. But it didn’t stop you. And I’ve had that turning in my brain now for a few weeks and I kind of respect it.”
“I mean, look at this from my perspective Heather…”
“I beat you…”
“One on one you stepped into that ring and you came at me, you tried to take the title from me and you and I beat the living hell out of each other. In the end I had my hand raised. But, looking around, others I have beaten aren’t here. Just you. You are in my face doing things to get under my skin, attacking me, spitting in my face and costing me matches. All in the chase for the PWS Apex world title…”
Sierra shakes her head and pulls down her bandana.
Sierra Williams: “I lowkey respect that. Whether or not I think you would make a good world champion or are good enough to carry the torch I have carried for over a year isn’t relevant in that. Atleast I know if you won it wouldn’t be from a lack of effort, it would be because of that effort. The problem for all of you is that you’ll be following a title reign that is record setting and was something truly special, no matter what others would say or believe.”
“In that chamber, I will do everything in my power to keep the PWS Apex world title, to continue my reign and make sure the person who does eventually beat me…earns it…”
Post by Jonathan Sanders on Mar 13, 2022 22:44:22 GMT -5
PRELUDE: CHOKE OUT ALL THE LIGHT
*Fade in. We open with black-and-white footage of Crusade, the aftermath of the Collateral Damage title match between Jonathan Sanders and Violet Amelia Holt. It is the moment when the three has just been counted and Sanders has been handed the belt, and he’s holding it up astride Violet’s fallen body.*Meg Reynolds: “Here is your winner and STILL-”*The black-and-white screen flashes red for just a moment and proceeds in slow-motion as the Destination NEXT briefcase collides with the back of Sanders’ head, sending him sprawling forwards to the mat. The audience reaction and the commentators are muted as the Snake of Eden’s own voice narrates over the scene.*“Thank Heaven! the crisis,
The danger, is past…”*The shot proceeds at its normal speed, now, as we see Hawk planting a kiss on the “face” of Casey Casem before cashing it in to the referee. He then turns to Jonathan Sanders and wordlessly shouts at him before lifting him into position for the “F-Bomb”. The scene turns red and plays in slow-mo once again as Hawk jumps into the air and drops Sanders on his head into the wreckage in the centre of the ring.*“And the lingering illness
Is over at last—”*Hawk covers Sanders and we watch the referee slap the mat three times, still in slow-motion. The shot then resumes at full speed, as Hawk stands up to be awarded the belt and commences celebrating. Next, we finally diverge from the actual footage of the win as the camera cuts to a shot from above, focusing on the fallen, limp body of Sanders.*“And the fever called ‘Living’...”*Our shot begins to zoom in on the face of the fallen Lost Cause, everything surrounding him fading into pitch-black as his steel-grey eyes slowly fall closed.*“Is conquered...at last.”*We hold on this shot for just a moment, continuing to zoom in on Sanders’ face as the opening refrain of The Amity Affliction’s “Ivy (Doomsday)'' begins to play softly over our scene. The camera continues to zoom in on Sanders’ face until only his eyes and the bridge of his nose fill the frame, and those eyes suddenly shoot open as the lyrics begin.*
“I will cover you like ivy…”*The camera zooms out, now, and we see Sanders as a younger man - not a child, but with longer hair and slightly less-developed features than he has at present - lying on the floor in a darkened bedroom, lit only by a small collection of candles arranged in a circle around him. Our focus holds on Jonathan as he sits up, and astute viewers recognize the setting as the same mental-health facility we saw young Sanders being admitted to in earlier vignettes. It is not a cozy environment, with stark barren hospital walls and spartan, bare-necessities furniture serving as a constant reminder to the inhabitants that they are not at home here. This is only made more acute by the candlelight, as their flames cast long, flickering amber shadows along the walls of the space and over Sanders himself, causing darkness to loom in the room’s corners and lending an eerie undertone to our proceedings.*
“And choke out all the light.”*Here, our camera angle shifts, and we view Sanders from above, allowing us a clearer picture of the situation. The soon-to-be Snake of Eden is sat directly in the centre of a circle of strange runes, painted in a deep carmine colour on the facility’s stark white floor. A pentagram has been painted in the centre, and each point of the star is set with one of the candles earlier glimpsed. We watch from an intimate, almost point-of-view perspective as young Sanders examines the runic circle and then gazes down at his right hand, revealing that it’s clutching a pointed shard of glass which appears to have been taken from a shattered mirror, as a reflection of Sanders’ hardened, steel-grey eyes glints briefly within it.*
“Baby, I could be your doomsday…”*As if to confirm our suspicions, our perspective shifts again as Sanders now turns to direct his gaze over his shoulder, and a full-length mirror comes into focus behind him. A jagged void matching the shard in Sanders’ hand adorns the top left corner of the glass, from which a spider web of smaller cracks has blossomed across the polished surface. Within this fractured looking glass, Jonathan’s reflection is not mirroring his position, but instead we see the adult Sanders standing at full height and watching the young Lost Cause with a severe and determined glower. The pair lock eyes, and the reflection nods, mouthing the words “We’ll be alright” in time with the lyrics of the song.*
“Let you know ‘we’ll be alright’.”*Young Sanders nods in response to his reflection, then turns his gaze away from the mirror as he lifts the jagged glass shard to place the edge against his left palm.*
“‘Cause I’ve got Heaven in my veins…”*Jonathan grimaces and grits his teeth, visibly wincing in pain as he yanks the jagged shard of mirror along his palm, slicing the flesh apart and releasing a thick stream of deep crimson blood. He closes his fist tightly around the wound to force the viscous rivulets to drip slowly, in a controlled manner, onto the runes beneath him.*
“But Heaven doesn’t numb my pain.”*Our footage slows for the briefest moment, following - in the brief silence between this lyric and the chorus beginning - one single droplet of blood as it splashes onto the sigils on the floor. The very INSTANT that the liquid makes contact, the runes begin to fluoresce with an eerie orangered light, and the candles’ flames ERUPT into huge spirals of fire, encircling the young Lost Cause as he is forcibly levitated above the cold, utilitarian floor. Sanders’ back seems to be forcibly arched backwards as he rises, his head snapping back to look towards the ceiling as a silent scream escapes his lips. An expression of great pain yet also irrepressible rage is etched across his face as his hands curl into fists, the drops of blood from the earlier incision now swirling about him as if in zero-gravity.*
“I COULD BE YOUR DOOMSDAY!*We now follow the younger Sanders’ gaze as the shard of glass flies away from his right hand and zooms towards the mirror, setting itself back in place to fill the hole it left behind. Once the void is filled, the cracks stemming therefrom pulse with the same orangered light as the runes upon the floor before immediately receding into themselves, leaving the mirror utterly intact. The reflection of adult Jonathan Sanders continues to look on from the other side of the glass, his own steel-grey eyes widened by the sadistic, borderline-psychotic grin which is now plastered across his face. We hold on this for just a moment, long enough to see the image in the mirror flicker like an old VHS tape as adult Sanders is replaced by the Horseman of Plague in his full black-robed, devil-masked eldritch regalia.*
“I COULD BE YOUR WORST EVER NIGHTMARE!”
“I COULD BE YOUR DOOMSDAY!”*Young Sanders’ gaze moves away from the mirror again, his rage replaced by a look of utter peace as his eyes flutter closed. Our shot suddenly pans outwards to allow us to view the entire violent whirlwind of flames and blood being sucked abruptly into the mirror, young Sanders included, as the chorus draws to a close.*
“I COULD BE YOUR WORST EVER NIGHTMARE!”*As the music quiets down, we pass through the mirror ourselves into the lavishly-decorated, opulent yet somehow still somewhat childish bedroom of none-other than former PWS: Apex Collateral Damage Champion, Mike Hawk. Posters of both pop-culture characters and, unsurprisingly, Hawk himself adorn the deep forest green walls, including a ludicrous full Renaissance-inspired portrait of Hawk with his Destination Next briefcase, Casey Casem, hanging above the headboard of the bed. The man himself is seated just below this portrait, his face buried in a lime-green Nintendo Switch handheld console, but his attention is suddenly diverted from it and towards his bedside mirror, in response to some sound unheard by us.*
“It feels like I could sink forever…”*Hawk swiftly lifts himself off the bed and trots over to said mirror, tentatively reaching out to tap the surface. As it fails to react at all, he breathes a sigh of relief.*
“And I am anchored in your heart.”*Suddenly, as the drums pick up again, Hawk’s reflection flickers and is replaced by that of adult Jonathan Sanders, grinning wickedly at the man who bested him at Crusade. Hawk gasps and jumps violently in surprise as a response to this sudden appearance, shaking his head rapidly.*
“SO DOWN TO HELL WE GO TOGETHER…”*Before the self-styled Collateral Damage President can flee, Sanders reaches through the mirror and takes hold of his wrist, his eyes locking with Mike Hawk’s as his mouth once again mimics the lyrics of the song.*
“I was your Doomsday from the start!”*Hawk struggles as he is harshly jerked forwards, crashing through the mirror once again into the nebulous Space Between. Our footage slows to a crawl as Hawk flies through this twisted, star-filled void, thrashing valiantly against Sanders’ grip as the Outsider simply cackles in silent, sadistic glee.*
“‘Cause I’ve got Heaven in my veins…”*The pair continue their flight towards another mirror at the opposite end of the space, presided over once again by the massive form of the Dark Reflection - Sanders in his long, black robe and devil mask, with piercing white pinpricks of light for eyes. We can see through the mirror as they barrel towards it, and the image on the other side appears to be a wrestling ring full of PWS: Apex stars.*
“But Heaven doesn’t numb my pain.”
*In the split second following this lyric, but before the chorus begins again, the pair crash through the mirror, with Mike Hawk shielding his eyes as shards of glass fly around them in all directions.*
*As soon as the pair reach the other side, they’re embroiled in action in the ring - which is now revealed to be positioned in the middle of a very-familiar forest clearing - battling it out with the other four competitors in the Elimination Chamber match - Audrey Russow, Tyson Sykes, Heather Haze and Sierra Williams. The Elimination Chamber itself looms over the scene, an enormous replica made entirely of wood that cuts a sharp, gnarled silhouette against the crisp and moonlight sky. Hawk watches in horror and confusion as Jonathan Sanders darts around the ring, a trail of flames licking at his every step, wielding the shard of glass we glimpsed earlier as he slices each opponent across the throat in turn. He begins with Heather Haze, then Audrey Russow, and finally Sierra Williams. The bodies crumple, bloodless, one after another to the mat.*
“I COULD BE YOUR DOOMSDAY!*As each body hits the mat, it glitches and flickers in the same VHS-type style as Sanders himself did earlier, and one by one the conquered opponents vanish from the ring, appearing - once again alive and well - inside the cells of the immense wooden Elimination Chamber. The women pound on their doors and struggle violently against the bars, screaming in silence for Sanders' blood as he turns his attention to Mike Hawk, another wicked grin slowly blooming across the Outsider's face. Hawk, for his part, bears an expression of abject terror, and slides under the bottom rope to flee.*
I COULD BE YOUR WORST EVER NIGHTMARE!”
“I COULD BE YOUR DOOMSDAY!
I COULD BE YOUR WORST EVER NIGHTMARE!”
*As we reach another brief interlude in the music, we follow Hawk as he TEARS past the wooden Elimination Chamber towards the opposite end of the clearing. Our reluctant hero's eyes light up as he spots another mirror just beyond the Chamber - but this gleeful relief proves short-lived, as Hawk skids to a halt as Tyson Sykes emerges from the treeline directly before him. Hawk skids to a halt just shy of colliding with Sykes' chest, then turns to look over his shoulder towards the presumably-pursuing Sanders and the Elimination Chamber.*
*Our perspective shifts now to gaze over Hawk's shoulder, following his field of view as he recoils in surprise; the Dark Reflection, the black-clad Eldritch Jonathan Sanders, is hovering above the wooden Elimination Chamber wreathed by a ring of roiling, guttering flames. He locks eyes with Hawk - his own two blazing points of light against the starless sky - and snaps his fingers, causing the Chamber to be suddenly engulfed in a raging inferno!*
“WE COULD WATCH THE WORLD BURN!”*Hawk screams in shock and terror, though of course we do not hear it, and whirls back around to make a break for the mirror again…only to discover the regular, non-Eldritch clad Jonathan Sanders now standing on the ground directly in front of it, blocking his path. He throws his hands out to the sides as if gesturing to the forest around them, and - just as the Chamber did a moment prior - the trees erupt in flames.*
“WE COULD WATCH THE WORLD BURN!
(Smoke will choke out all the light!)”
*Hawk turns once again to flee, running blindly in another direction into a smaller clearing through some bushes. As he looks around for any sort of escape, or perhaps another mirror, suddenly the brush around him ignites as well.*
"WE COULD WATCH THE WORLD BURN!"*Hawk searches, desperation written on his face, frantically for any path to freedom through the fire. He tries to sidestep, finds no purchase, then finally inhales, covers his face with a forearm, and leaps through the burning bush to the other side. Landing on one knee, he looks up and visibly gasps to see the quartet of Sanders, Sykes, the younger version of Jonathan we met earlier, and the Dark Reflection waiting for him across the clearing.
"WE COULD WATCH THE WORLD BURN!
(Smoke will choke out all the light!)"
*Hawk whirls around now, seeing flames in every direction, seeking some way past his pursuers as they gradually close in on him. He manages to duck the grasping arms of Tyson Sykes, leap over the younger Jonathan Sanders, but just as he's about to reach his freedom we watch as the back of his neck is snagged by adult Sanders, who pulls Hawk in close and whispers in his ear in time with the song.*
"Baby, I could be your Doomsday…"
*A bitter, sadistic grin then blossoms across Sanders’ face as he shoves Hawk forward through the mirror as it, too, is engulfed in flames. Hawk flails his arms in a silent scream, plummeting slowly through the Space Between in a hail of glass and flame, and we pan out to a wide shot, allowing us to see Sanders standing in the mirror holding his now-synonymous Baphomet pose while watching Hawk fall.*
"I COULD BE YOUR DOOMSDAY!*Hawk manages to turn himself around in midair, gazing around him to see hundreds of other mirrors opened to different points in the lives of Sanders and his opponents, and one by one each of them erupts in flames, fire filling the space on all sides and consuming Hawk’s body as well. The President of Pro Wrestling shuts his eyes tightly, his flesh beginning to char as he crashes through the horizontal mirror below him.*
I COULD BE YOUR WORST EVER NIGHTMARE!”
"I COULD BE YOUR DOOMSDAY!
I COULD BE YOUR WORST EVER NIGHTMARE, YEAH!"
*As the song abruptly ends, we suddenly cut back to Mike Hawk's bedroom, a close-up shot of the man himself lying in bed. His flesh is quite unharmed, bearing none of the damage inflicted earlier, and his eyes suddenly shoot open. Hawk then sits bolt upright in bed, panting heavily, and glances around himself to see his bedroom exactly as we left it, complete with the lime green Switch lying strewn on the mattress beside him. His gaze falls upon the mirror by his bedside, and with a shudder, Mike pulls the blanket over his head and shuts off the light.*
“We are all defined by sin…”*Fade in. Our opening scene deposits us in the centre of a small, disused chapel - well kept, but clearly lacking traffic, with a thin layer of dust coating the window frames and a cobweb or two in the corners of the old-fashioned vaulted ceiling. The area is well-lit but definitely abandoned, its rows of empty pews and aisles lending the whole space an unsettling, liminal quality, which is only exacerbated by the eerie silence from within and the fractal patterns of ethereal coloured light streaming through the classic stained-glass windows. Our camera tracks through the centre aisle of this cramped house of worship, past the pulpit at the front to see none-other than the source of our previous voiceover, the former PWS: Apex Collateral Damage Champion, “The Lost Cause” Jonathan Sanders. Sanders is clad in a crisp, well-tailored black suit, complete with a deep crimson tie and matching pocket square. The outfit is offset by two spiked black leather bracers and his “Peace and Anarchy” converse, lending a touch of the Lost Cause’s usual flair to his appearance, but this is clearly something of an “occasion outfit” for the Snake of Eden. When our shot comes to rest on the former champion, he is standing before the crucifix at the very head of the chapel, staring up at the tarnished brass Christ upon its surface with an icy, contemptuous sneer. Abruptly, as we reach his position, the Lost Cause pivots on his heel, striding slowly through the small chapel and pausing in front of the largest window frame. He drags a finger through the dust accumulated on the sill, then watches introspectively as he rolls it out between his fingertips.*
“I do not use the word in the religious sense, though…”*A smirk flickers across Sanders’ face as he gestures to his own surroundings.*“The environs are appropriate.”
*Another pause, here, and he resumes his plodding trek through the unassuming temple.*“No, I use this word to simply hang a name upon our wickedness; to define those little darknesses that we as human beings cast out into this world. Our lives are shaped by these evils we commit. The actions we have taken to cause harm to those around us are exactly the same actions which make us who we are. Think about it; every day, we grapple with regrets. We reflect upon our perceived moral ‘failings’, all the ways in which our lives have not panned out…and where do we choose to direct our mental focus? Where do our minds wander when the introspection takes us?”*Sanders pauses yet again, his lips curling up a second time into a bitter and sardonic smirk. He has reached the exit to the chapel and he stops, gazing up at the smaller crucifix above the door.*“It is not the good we’ve done that we remember. Not the smiles we’ve created that keep us up at night…no. It is the cruelty. The negativity. The traumas we have wrought, the bridges we have BURNED; every little hurt that we have ever inflicted is a constant burden on our minds. It is inescapable. No matter how we may try to maintain positivity, no matter how we spin the story to assuage our guilty souls…no amount of self-forgiveness can ever close those wounds. In the end, we will always be molded by our sins. And I…am no exception.”*The Snake of Eden’s diatribe pauses once again. His eyes hold on the crucifix above the chapel’s door for just a moment longer before he tears his gaze away and lets it fall towards the floor.*“I have not always been this…thing. This ball of hate and pain, this shadow in the shape of the man it once belonged to. I was a boy, once…in another world, it seems, several lives removed from this one. But it was not so very long ago, in truth. I still bear…memories of that boy, I wear the scars that this cruel world chose to inflict upon him…and I am tainted by his sin. Or, perhaps more accurately…by the sins of his FATHER.”*With this, it seems the Jonathan Sanders that we know has returned; he reaches up to swiftly turn the crucifix hanging above him upside down on its nail. With that, and his face contorted into a familiar bitter sneer, he turns away from the door and storms back towards the pulpit.*“See, we remember our misdeeds…but we ALSO hold on to every sin committed against us. Human beings are not a forgiving lot…yet they so often seem too weak to PUNISH. For all the bluster and bravado we speak to ourselves or those around us, for every grudge that we hold onto and all our petty viciousness…we do not hold the guilty to account for what they’ve done. It is why we need a ‘God’. Pantheons. Religion as a whole, was created as a tool to satisfy our need for vengeance without ever truly dirtying our hands. We have absolved ourselves of all responsibility…and in so doing, we absolve the evil of their sins. Because we do not often have the means to enact our retribution. We are too timid, or too meek, or simply powerless in any number of other ways placed upon us by our systems…so we offload the burden onto our created deities. And this can ease our minds. We do not NEED to punish the guilty, for they shall suffer in the next life. We do not NEED to hold them to account…for the ‘Lord’ shall do it FOR us.”*Sanders practically SPITS the word ‘Lord’, his tone awash in malice and vitriol.*“But all that our inaction does is allow the truly wicked to escape their final judgment. To pay no penance to the victims of their crimes. How many children have suffered because of us? How many spouses are mistreated and abused without ANY intervention because it’s so much easier to simply claim that it is ‘not our business’ to get involved?”*A pause. Sanders has reached the pulpit, and takes his place behind it.*“What ARE the wages of sin? And how do we weigh one against another? If it is a sin to murder, then how guilty do we find the jury who allow the murderer to walk free, enabling them to kill again? At some point we must choose to balance the scales…and that is precisely what I am doing tonight.”“For a time, I saw myself as Octavian; an up-and-coming Emperor, a sinless First Citizen who would target corrupt leadership and usurp their position, to usher Rome into a Golden Era. I now realize that I was wrong. I am not Octavian at all…"*Sanders pauses, glaring into the camera.*"I am Chinggis Khaan. The Universal Ruler. The punishment of God, set upon you for YOUR great sins! ...And, oh, what sins they are. Shall we count them off? Together?"“First, we have the sin of pride: Sierra. Williams. I TOLD you we would meet again, Queen Ozymandias. I have spoken before of the ultimate futility of your Empire; how I watch you cling onto that gold, hoping - praying, against all the universe itself - that it will somehow make you matter. And I have shown you that it will not. How many times have we encountered one another, Sierra? How many times have you fallen at my feet? Just as Ozymandias, for all his wealth and might, could never seem to conquer death, it seems you are haunted by your OWN inevitable spectre…one you just can’t seem to ever quite be rid of. I PROMISED I would end your Empire when I was ready, Sierra…and tonight, it seems that time has come. I will prove to you, just as time did to the great Rameses II, that NOBODY is immune to the withering, brutal cold of history. You have been a noble champion, you have fought well to keep your crown…but remember, Caesar; even THOU art mortal.”*He pauses now.*“Which brings us to our next sinner: Heather Haze. The sin of Lust incarnate, if ever there were such a form. But it is not merely carnal pleasures you lust after, is it, Aphrodite? If you merely wished to satisfy your body, you would find a kinder industry than this…no. Your craving, your lust, is for something GREATER than the flesh. You do not crave pleasure…but you’re addicted to the pain. I know. I can see it in your eyes. We, too, have crossed paths before, and what I told you then rings no less true today: I KNOW who you really are, Heather Haze. I have SEEN your face before…and it lives within my mirror. I know you wear the skin of Aphrodite because it helps you tell your lie; if you are little more than some blonde, nymphomaniacal bimbo, then you couldn’t POSSIBLY be a monster…right? But you did not earn the moniker ‘the Queen of Collateral Damage’ without reason…and I have seen the way you look at Sierra Williams’ title belt. You ARE lustful, Heather, you DO crave satisfaction…but your true climax is made of gold, and you’re prepared to sink to any depths to finally find release. I will only be too happy to FURTHER that addiction.”*Sanders pauses, lips curling into a smirk.*“And speaking of addictions…Heather Haze is linked to our next sinner who’ll be joining me in Hell tonight: Audrey Russow. In many ways, the veritable Matriarch of PWS: Apex…but for our purposes tonight, she knows another name. Envy. For isn’t that why you JOINED this wasting business, Queen Hippolyta? You saw your husband’s accolades, the respect and POWER his family commanded…and it simply made you jealous. You CRAVED that power, that respect, you NEEDED to be spoken of in the same circles as the man in your life…and now you will meet his same fate, consumed by your desire to prove you’ve earned your spot. I have seen this tale play out, Hippolyta, far too many times to count; a young gladiator, hungry for their glory, steps into the pit and stares the lion down…and it always ends the same way. They focus far too much on the goal they have IMAGINED…and miss the threat that’s right in front of them. Are you truly focused tonight, I wonder? Or does Daniel’s horrible accident still weigh heavily on your mind? Can you overcome your rage at me, at Heather Haze - that all-consuming NEED to revenge yourself upon us - long enough to actually leave the warrior’s pit with the prize you came to claim? Perhaps…but are you CERTAIN? I know how damaging even a kernel of self-doubt can be…”*Sanders’ smirk blossoms into a grin now, as his steel-grey eyes lock with the camera again.*“I have seen it firsthand, after all, in my brother - and our fourth sinner tonight - Tyson Sykes. Wrath. You know I respect your abilities, Tyson; I would not have approached you were that not so. I scouted you for ANTITHESIS because you’re broken, yes, because you’re full of rage and pain and want to see this world burn down…but also because you are a WARRIOR. A great white shark in human form. There is no more-fearsome predator in this cage tonight than you, Brother Tyson…and I simply hope you can remember that. Because I need you at your best for the slaughter that’s to come.”*He pauses again, his smirk having vanished now.*“The slaughter…of the Great. USURPER! The childish, petty INVADER who STOLE from me my kingdom! Mike. Hawk.”*Sanders pauses, glaring daggers through the camera.*“Michael. In your mind, I’m sure you view yourself as the would-be Alexander of our age…yet in truth, you have not the soul of a conqueror. You have the soul of an arrogant, self-entitled, petulant CHILD, who threw a tantrum when he failed to slay me the first time and needed to resort to the tactics of an underhanded ambush predator to finally achieve what mightier warriors than he had tried and failed to accomplish. His was a ship that dashed itself against my rocks, yet somehow the Captain survived…and he chose to make me his own White Whale. And I am so VERY glad you did, Michael…”*Sanders pauses once again, his glare becoming a sadistic, anticipatory smirk.*“For just as Ahab was consumed by his pressing need for vengeance - just as he endangered the lives of ALL aboard his ship with his insane, unending pursuit of the beast who stole his leg - so too have WE become dangers to all who orbit US. Our war will not be a brief one, Michael, and nor will it be quiet; ours will be a bloody, violent, APOCALYPTIC confrontation the likes of which have not been seen since ZEUS AGAINST THE TITANS! I have become your Impossible Question so far, and tonight…tonight you will finally face me and realize you have no answer. How is a raven like a writing desk? Why, it’s simple: they both share a single common trait. They are bound together, Michael, just as we are…and how fitting, that everyone else in this match should ultimately become the very thing you and I now share: Collateral. Damage!*Sanders pauses here, glaring into the camera.*“Amen.”*Fade out.*