John Tolly vs Cassidy Smith vs Flex Johnson vs Ashe Corvin vs Messiah vs Erik Reigns

I LIVE AMONG THE CREATURES OF THE NIGHT

The fade in from darkness opens to a scene that’s familiar to Erik Reigns fans or students or "targets" of his career; a place that he’s been visiting for years, off and on, and many memorable events owe this location and the inspiration that it provides to the Nightmare thanks for the inspiration gleaned herein.

The building was condemned, likely a decade or two ago. The old wood floor was mildewed, rotten and missing altogether in some places. Spots of bare concrete littered what once was a parquet flooring of majestic splendor, but now in a state of decline that mimicked spotting clumps of leprous flesh.

Risers in the back were haphazard and broken as well, with sections of the benches missing altogether or kicked in. The steel supports were twisted and bent in spots, and rusted almost universally, giving the impression of jagged, broken teeth.

Taking center stage, however, was the remnants of a ring: Standard sized, somewhere between sixteen and eighteen feet a side. The ropes were weathered, the once glossy white tape mildewed and yellowed, and the steel cabling underneath the protective, outer shell rusted, due to that hole in the roof directly overhead, serving as an improvised skylight. Water dripped from that hole, gathering in an impression center ring, the water pooling and causing the canvas ‘mat’ to indent a few inches to help contain that gathered, stagnant water. And in the corner, seated in a beaten, twisted black steel chair was the Great American Nightmare himself.

His head was lowered and his hair tangled, unkempt and disheveled; an appearance, a stark contrast to what was normally presented to the viewing public at Insurgency Wrestling Federation. That white Affliction-style t-shirt was wrinkled and untucked, and his jeans in a similar state of distress. On his feet were not those expensive rayskin boots, but a pair of beaten, worn military-style boots, the toes scuffed and soiled, scratched and unpolished.

Inhale.

Exhale.



The Great Nightmare sits oblivious to the intrusion of a camera into this inner sanctum—that, or the interloper isn’t regarded physically, but Erik Reigns speaks after a long pause, an eternity, almost, of deafening silence before the gravely, hoarse baritone breaks the silence, reverberating thanks to poor acoustics.

“It was here that I became an animal, a man who could look into the eyes of many and see fear and apending doom. I became a force when I destoryed those who were at one point considered unstoppable. I became a spiteful son of a -IWF Forced Censored- when I proclaimed to the world that when I was finished with I came to do, THEY, would know suffering, the taste of their own blood, and I became a enemy number one when I told Insurgency Wrestling Federation that I would, against all odds, would put an end to the reign of terror and restore the balance to this company, and after three matches and one beating, people are starting to see how serious I am.”

“In case you haven’t been paying attention, I have a habit of inflicting as much torture as one human could possibly imagine.”

The chuckle that escapes Erik Reigns’s lips is neither amusing or pleasant, but rather ominous and chilling. His right hand lifted to rake through his hair gently, and brush it out of his eyes as he sat upright in that chair. Slowly straightening up and then reclining to plant his back into the chair, he looked into the camera and those arctic blue eyes flashed.

Inhale.

Exhale.



“It’s been a hell of a ride. Tumultuous, turbulent and always chaotic here in Insurgency Wrestling Federation: That’s been my take on my run here. I’ve had opportunity to help cement my legacy, sure, but for the most part I’ve had to sit idly by and watch ‘They’ try their damndest to ruin this company, and realizing what I am capable of, they decide to slow me down by throwing roadblock after roadblock in front of me and for some reason, expecting me not to crash right through it. Denied opportunity after opportunity to demonstrate what a true, world class caliber professional looks like and instead opting for a decidedly less…’entertaining’ centerpiece. You want proof? Just take a look at the man they’ve got on the pedestal now, as we speak, the man who walked in to Acension to defend the top prize in the company.”

“And if that doesn’t make you shake your head, then you must be an Alexander Remington fan. And if you’re an Alexander Remington fan, then what I’m saying has sailed by your oblivious asses anyway, so do yourself a favor, and change the channel before your head starts to hurt.”

“But time and again, They have tried to throw its proverbial weight around, and every time, I’ll come back stronger than ever, and once again I’ll perform an impossible task: I’ll beat the unbeatable; I will pin and defeated those who look to bring this company to a tumultuous end.”

There’s that calm, easy smirk, that light curling of the corner of his mouth as he looks away, looking down at his hands. Erik Reigns snorts derisively and looks back up to the camera.

“But Corey, or Jessica, or Chuck, or the Board—they can interject in my business all they want. In the end the outcome is the same, and why they haven’t learned it yet is beyond me. I do, what I want to do, when I want to do it. There’s always a workaround and a loophole, and the board thinks that by delivering this little ‘road block’ in this match where I have more than one opponent that think they can stop me from coming for them, really? Well, they are partially correct. You see they, have said nearly all they need to say to everyone over the last couple of months. I’ve told you what I’m going to do, and how I’m going to do it, and they? They haven’t or won't be able to stop my path of destruction.”

“I’ve heard all the stories, about my opponents, about how all of you are this, and how all of you are that. About how you all are going to dominate this company and turnt he IWF into your own private playground where you are the sole ruler—that’s especially funny, given your track record gentlemen. When it comes to big, high profile matches? You’ve got a record of not being able to deliver, don’t you? Last month most recently, and before that, you were a bunch of nobodies for most of you, and who will you lose to this week? What is that guy’s name again?”

There’s a faint smirk as Erik Reigns chuckled once again, derisively, mockingly.

“This guy, this animal, this beast you’ve all been forced to get into the ring with. You loudmouthed assholes, who think you make a lot of noise but, only make the noise of a cat's meow, can’t deliver.”

“Now I know y'all off somewhere and if the rumors are true, y'all are probably scared cause Storming Raven pissed off this animal and is going to take all of his anger out the five of you. Two legends from the dead wasteland UECW, a so called Messiah, an all but dead rookie and some unlikely soul named Ashe Corvin. Five unsure souls with a championship title shot on the line—that’s perfect, that’s actually a mercy killing for five lost souls looking for a way out, since it’s in the fame Tokoyo Dome, it will be even that more sweeter for it is for me, with you five it be a japanese style massacre like no one has ever seen, the masses will see the violence and the brutality that they all enjoy. You have these simpletons I have as opponents this week are convinced, That they are actually talented wrestlers, and that? That’s a hell of a trick.”

“Now before you go accusing me, stabbing your finger at me and saying, ‘oh wait, Erik! We are the future of this business!’. To some people you fools might be, but maybe that was before they realized what a colossal fuck-up you fools are. Maybe that was before they realized that the board was wrong. Maybe I am saying it just to take you mindless sheep off your game. Does it really matter in the end, gentlemen? Pick whatever justification you need to sleep at night.”

“The fact is, that you five are not worthy of the reputation that has preceded you. You five are not worthy of the reputation of being this massive threat, because neither of you are not. You all will say I can’t break you? I can’t beat you? I’m just getting started.”

Inhale.

Exhale.

“This six pack challenge for multiple title shots: It’s funny how the board thinks that that’s going to do anything, that that’s somehow going to limit my effectiveness, or that it’s going to give Flex or Tolly or even young Smith an edge over me. We all know that that -IWF Forced Censored- board couldn't book a broom stick properly; what makes ‘them’ think that by doing this, it will make things fair and exciting? Does the board really think that fairness applies here, and that you five won’t get completely and utterly destoryed? Your five think I play by the same rules, as you? It's all breaking bones and leaving scared bodies—I know that to be true, because why else would I be looking forward to crippling you wastes of space? Anywhere else in the civilized world that would result in files charged, at the very least, for assualt, but here, I guess it’s meritorious in the Age of The Empire and The Order. But then again, we aren’t here to talk about them, we’re here to talk about greatness, and how I’m going to bring everyone's fifteen minutes of fame, gentlemen, to a screeching, sudden, and violent end.”

“And violent it will be. Make no mistake about it. If you think that damage I've done already with the expection of Raven was impressive, was brutal, then Flex, Tolly, Corvin,Messiah,and Cassidy, you five are in for a real treat. An exercise in creativity, innovation and violence; a lesson in how to inflict pain on an unprecedented level, and to find out the limits of your imagination gentlemen, is exactly what Battle Grounds is going to be for you all. For me? It’ll be cementing my Legacy as the most brutal man to ever set foot in this company. The most violent man to ever grace an IWF ring, and the most effective and feared member of this roster, past, present and future.”

There is a smirk as Erik Reigns thinks for a moment, looking up into the rafters of the dilapidated building. The ruined structure seemed to give him insight and that knowing, cryptic smile soon spread across thin lips. His eyes cut back to the camera, and then he tilted his head.

“But let’s say, for the sake of argument, that you do the unthinkable. That one of you, actually manage to score a win—the biggest win of your career—at Battle Grounds. You escape with a win before me, and The Great Nightmare is forever stricken from Insurgency Wrestling Federation; with another loss, never to rebound. Before you go chortling and patting yourself on the back with any ‘clever’—and I do, do use that term loosely—remarks or quips about me and the only loss I have, I was a headliner before I came here to build this company into what it is today, and I’ll be a headliner after I leave. Can you say the same? No, you can’t, because you, five, the Champagne Superstar, Flex Johnson, The unheralded rookie, Mr.Corvin, and The Masochist have Insurgency Wrestling Federation….and that’s it, Flex and Tolly may have UECW, however though, That’s your claim to fame. This is your career. These are your defining moments, and outside of here…what are you? Just names on a roster. So I tell you what, gentlemen. If you managed to overcome the odds and actually get a win on me, I’ll wait 90 days. I’ll sit around, I’ll catch up on some reading. I’ll do what I want to do, and after those 90 days I’ll step back in a IWF ring. Anywhere in the world, they are at, I'll won't compete. If you still think you can eliminate me, I’ll be happy to oblige you—that is, of course, if you can get your nuts back fromthe purse they are hiding long enough to do something about it.”



“The fact is gentlemen, that your words won't provoke me. Claiming you will eliminate me, which one of you will mention it, doesn’t provoke me, your actions doesn’t provoke me—it’s annoying to think that some loudmouths, no talent set of morons think they have a valuable opinion—but even your ring styles provoke me in anyway. No, it’s the fact that y'all are a bunch of disappointments, and that I’ve wasted my time studying you five, I’ve wasted the time I’ve poured into these past few days expecting a worthwhile challenge and getting no return on my investment, and the fact that your idiots will be so careless, so clueless to what you are in for, and then not only will spew stupid and utterly unimportant garabage from your mouths? That’s the motivation I need, that will make each and everyone of you shut the hell up and put you out of in ring competetion, and I’m tired of seeing you five run around here with your smug little smirks, your little egos, and your cocky, undeserved attitude and sense of entitlement. Thankfully, I’ll all be done with you all and the next morning be rid of you all, and anyone else who takes exception to this can feel free to discuss it. I’m not hard to find.”

Erik Reigns lifts himself up out of that chair and steps away off camera. He slips through the ropes and begins walking back toward the locker room, disappearing through one of those doorways as the scene fades to black.

I needed to get a body guard. After leaving the Ascension pay per view, in the parking lot, I was attacked by three thugs. They swarmed me went I was going to my car to go home. I don't know who I pissed off, but it was enough that someone wanted to hurt me. There was no one else in the parking lot. Everyone at the arena had left. They kicked and punched me until I was down on the ground. That's when they beat me up even more. I got a pair of hurt ribs, bruised. Other than that I walked away with a sore jaw and a sore knee. I didn't go to the hospital and I didn't bother to go to to the police.

When I got to Toronto, Ontario after the pay per view, I immediately called my friend Barry Whindle. Barry is a body guard for hire. I asked him if he had any work at the moment. He said that work was slow at the time. I asked if he would like to be my body guard and he said it would be an honor. He asked if he could come over that night. I said sure thing.

Once he was at my house, we talked about what had happened the night before. I explained to him what they did to me. I said that I didn't want that to happen again, now that I had him as my body guard. He said he would guarantee my safety out side of the ring when on tour with the Insurgency
Wrestling Federation.

I asked him what I should do away from the ring, when I am home. People may try to break into my house to get all my cash and try to hurt me. Barry said that I should get video surveillence and I should have an alarm system to put in. I said that was a good idea and I would get those things put in. I didn't want to be killed by some psycho who wanted to kill me after doing something they don't like on live television. All it took was one incident to really scare me. There are scary people out there and I have to watch myself or have someone watch me.

Barry Whindle was not a tiny man. He was a giant of a man. Nobody would be messing with him at all. If they tried they would be severely punished. Barry Whindle had a black belt in karate and knew how to fight. Add that to is big stature and he would be unstoppable. He charged a lot to be someone's body guard but he was worth having around. He would be there for me when I needed him.

I first met Barry Whindle at school. I was friends with him, but not close friends. He would now be almost like a life partner being on the road with me. I had another idea and I thought it be a really good idea. Well, when we were on North American soil, I could have my own tour bus. Thing that messes all of that up is, our next show would be Battle Grounds at the Tokyo Dome in Tokyo, Japan.

Still though, it would be good if he had a tour bus so he wouldn't have to worry about driving or flying here and there. He realized that it would cost him a pretty penny, but having a tour bus would come in handy. Tokyo, Japan would be something different all together. It was a country where people, citizens, didn't speak english, so getting around would be a little tougher. He was ready for it and seeing as he had a shot at winning a title shot, he would do his best to win the match. He wanted to win the match so bad he could taste it. He needed to win. He needed to get the match won. Why come all the way to Tokyo, Japan if you were not going to leave the show with something to show for it.



This Sunday would be the big family get together for Easter. Cassidy Smith loved Easter ever since he was a little kid. He would get so excited that the Easter Bunny was coming to deliver chocolate eggs. He and his little cousins would have a great old time. He wanted things to be like before, where your only worry was about how many chocolates you got. Now though, his biggest worry was looking like a fool in front of thousands of people in an arena and millions watching at home on television.

For now though, he didn't have to worry about that. All he had to worry about was how much food he was going to eat and how many people he'd have to talk about wrestling with. He loved pro wrestling and it was his passion, but sometimes he didn't like to talk about it. He wanted to hear about Aunt Megan's flower garden that she was going to plant this year or how school was for little Danny Boy.

Forget about that though. We've got more important things to talk about. We've got to talk about a time in my life. It was the most trying times for me.

As I walked down the side walk on the street, I had a feeling that something wasn't right. I continued on my way even though my gut feeling was telling me to go home and stay home. I had some where to go, someone to see. It was late at night, so there weren't very many cars driving down the road.

I was heading to the bar. I was going alone because if I relied on my friends to go some where I would never go out alone. I was only going for a beer or two. That's all that I wanted. I wasn't going to go to meet women or anything like that, I already had a girlfriend.


As I walked down the street, walking quickly, I finally made it to the the bar. It was a regular pool hall and it was completely deserted. The only person there was the bartender. She looked great, wearing daisy dukes and a tight red shirt.

I walked up to the bar and sat down. The music playing was some dance music. I didn't like dance music too much. I did however like the way the bartender looked. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes.

Anyway, when I sat down she greeted me with a smile. She came over to ask me what I wanted to drink. I said that I wanted a rum and coke. She said "Sure thing" and went to make my drink. I sat back and looked at the television that was playing the earlier hockey games. I didn't like hockey but there was nothing else to watch at the time.

Soon after, the bartender came up to me and handed me my drink. I paid for the drink and she came back with my change. It was then she took a seat and started to talk to me. She pretended that she was into me, like all bartenders do to me who aren't male.

Anyway, we started to talk about different things. I told her that I wanted to be a professional wrestler. She said that was a really cool job to have. She said she always watched wrestling when she was a little kid with her father.

I bought her a drink, I asked her what she wanted and she chose a Rickard's Red. I told her that it was my favorite beer to have. She asked me if I wanted one. I said sure thing. I had just finished my rum and coke. It was so good and hit the spot.

We talked some more. She said her favorite thing to do was to write stuff when she had the free time. I said that was really interesting, that it was a really good idea to persue her writing dreams. We talked some more. She asked me if I had a girlfriend and I said that I did. I asked her if she had a boyfriend and she said she didn't.
I asked her why she didn't and she said that no men who hit on her. She said that they automatically assume that she is with someone. I said that's too bady because you are a pretty woman.

Anyway, I said that I had to go because I had wrestling school the next day. She said see you later. I got up off my bar stool and walked out of the bar, head held high.


The next day I woke up to a knock at the door. I peeked out the window to see who it was and I saw a police car parked on the street. I walked down stairs and to the door. After answering the door I saw a police officer, a male police officer. He said he had a couple of questions for me and wanted me to come out of the house to answer them.

I knew there was no messing around when a cop shows up at your door. I slipped on my shoes and then walked out of the house. I was asked if I knew anything about the disappearance of the bartender I was talking to. I said I had no idea, I just went to the bar to have a couple of drinks and then I was on my merry way.

They asked me if I saw any other people around that night. I said no, there was nobody around. I said it was just me and her in the bar. I asked what this was all about and they reminded me that the bartender I was talking to hasn't been seen since I left the bar.

I said that couldn't be true, there had to be someone else coming in the bar that night. They said they watched the whole video tape on the cameras. I said that I had nothing to do with her disappearing. They said they would like to take me in for more questioning.

I said fine and they arrested me on the spot. They put me in the back of the squad car and then we drove to the police station. After arriving they brought me to the questioning room. They unlocked the hand cuffs and told me to sit down. I didn't know what the heck was going on.

The questioning room was a small room with a desk and a small light hanging from the ceiling. The police officer took a seat at the opposite end of the desk than me. He started to ask me questions like what I knew of the woman's dissapearance. I said that I knew nothing so it couldn't have been me. They kept drilling the same question in my head, it seemed like it was never going to end. He asked me if I was sexually attracted to the girl and I said that I found her attractive. They asked me if I tried to get my way with her and I said no I did not. Finally, after what seemed like days they let me go home. They said that I wouldn't be asked anything more about the woman's disappearance.

It later turned out that her boss was the one who killed and had his way with her. The scum bag was sent to prison for his whole life. I wished the absolute worse for the man who killed that nice woman, her dreams never going to realized. She told me she wanted to be an author, a writer. Of course though she would never get that chance. She'd never get a chance to be married, have kids have grand kids. She wouldn't be able to have book signing appearances or become famous, she merely would be nothing. Just another woman killed by some psycho. I went to her funeral because I wanted to pay my respects to the woman. I wanted to tell her family that she was a great person to talk to, even though we only had one talk. I paid my respects and then went back to my life, of pursuing my own dreams of becoming a professional wrestler.











The scene opens backstage at the Tokyo Dome in Tokyo, Japan. Cassidy Smith is standing in front of a Insurgency Wrestling Federation back drop. He looks great, with a smile on his face and wearing his blue singlet. He is holding a microphone and begins to speak to the audience live in the dome and the fans watching live on television.

Cassidy Smith: What can I say? At Ascension I had my chance to become number one contender to the Insurgency Wrestling Federation. I tried my hardest to get one of those briefcases but to no avail. I was handed the first loss in my career. I am not too happy about that. The thing is though, I'm not going to let it get to me. This week on Battlegrounds I have the opportunity to come number one contender to one of three championships. I will not let my family down. I will not let my people who are close to me, down. I am going to do my best to get a shot at the Insurgency Wrestling Federation heavyweight championship and there is nothing anyone can do about that. No one in the match will stand a chance against me. I will murder you guys. I will destroy you guys. Who can stop me? Not anyone. It doesn't matter who I have to go through, I will be winning the match and getting the championship title shot. Messiah, I already hold a victory over you. I've already beaten you so it is no big deal that you are in the match. You will be easy pickings. You are going to get devowered. You are going to get destroyed in the ring Messiah. Do all that you can, but there is no way you are going to beat me. No way, not this time. No one is going to beat me this time. I don't care if you're Flex Johnson or the Messiah, you are going down, down town to china town. All I have to say is bring it on and we will see what you can do in the ring. See you in the ring sweet hearts.

[With that, the scene fades to black.]

Scene opens with Messiah in the back he is getting the 3rd degree from Minister Sinn

"I just wanted you to do one thing win and you couldn't even do that. Is every soul I have useless or something?"

Messiah responds.

"Sorry my master but this body is weak it wasn't my fault. Please give me some time to build the strenth in this body."

Sinn looks unimpressed.

"Ok but its 3 strikes and your out you have two more shots to prove yourself or else."

Sinn walks off and Messiah looks nervous as he doesn't want to suffer the same fate as this bodys previous owner.

"He just had to say that when I have a 6 way coming up. Going to be very hard not to get strike two.Shit!!!"

Messiah mumbles and has a pissed off look on his face as he walks off as the scene comes to a end.

Scene 2

Messiah is shown training trying to get his body stronger as the previous owner of this body did not treat it to well.

"Last week I was left off the PPV why no clue sure I have had my set backs. But every week I get better stronger. This week again I got left off the card. I had to pretty much beg to be added to this match. Now I have made promises and not one has came true. I hate being called a lier but damnit I just can't get off the fucking blocks. Set back after fucking set back. Loss after loss I just can't seem to get off the bricks. Well if I fail in this 6 way. I might have to take a different approach and I do have a plan if this match doesn't go my favor. So if this week is another failure next week wont be. Trust me on that."

Messiah goes back to working out as the scene comes to a end.

He came from the Darkness
Chapter 1
Death and Resurrection

January 30th, 2013

The slow steady beep of the EKG machine was the first sound Ashe Corvin heard. Confusion was an understatement for him, last thing he remembered was going to answer a knock on his hotel room door. His eyes fly open and he attempts to sit up. He falls back as his head starts throbbing and spinning.

“So, you're finally awake, huh?”

Ashe opens his eyes and looks over to find his brother sitting in a chair. “How did I end up here?”

“Well, that is an interesting story...”

January 28th, 2013

Ashe was sitting in his hotel room, an open bottle of Jack Daniels Honey whiskey sat on the small table. He had just told his brother and his brothers buddies to go get some more liquor, since he was a little too drunk to actually go himself. Suddenly there was a knock on his door. He stumbled over to the door.

“What, you forgot your key card ass hole?” He leans against the wall a bit and then finally opens the door. His jaw slightly drops as he sees a figure in all black and a black ski mask. He smirks at Corvin and then lays him out with a wrench. He takes one more swing for good measure. He chuckles and takes off.

A few moments later Ashe's brother, Dr. Hyde, and his two buddies show back up to the room. He drops the bag he was carrying and rushes to Ashe's side. “This has to be why that guy was running past us. You two go get him!”

His two buddys turn and haul proverbial ass down the hall. Hyde pulls out his cell phone and dials 911.

January 30th, 2013

“And that brings you pretty much up to speed.”

“I am willing to bet it was Eric Steel who did that. Or set it up since he probably doesn't have the balls to do it himself.”

“Nope, wasn't him.”

“What, did you guys actually catch the fucker that did this?”

“Yup.”

“Well, who was it?”

“That is a lot harder to explain...”

March 29th, 2013

“Hello IWF, Look who is back. That's right, your kind and caring King of Darkness. Here I am, rising like Jesus, and just days before he did it. My day is the sun was robbed from me by that fickle bitch known as fate. But here I am, in my glorious return, with the chance to get a shot at either my old belt, or the High Impact title. The title I still see that Fury holds.

“But that is yet to be seen. First I have to face off against some rag tag group of fucktards. Really, who in the blue fuck is booking matches these days? Honestly, Messiah is a joke, so is Tolly, Smith seems a little more put together than them. Reigns and Johnson both have some raw talent.

“Now, Flex, good for you doing your 'dirt digging.' You found out so much common knowledge, I hope that makes you feel like some bad ass. Now, you want to call me a failure? Really? Little bit of the pot calling the kettle black eh? What happened at Ascension? You failed to capitalize on your chance for a title shot. Now the very next week you get another chance for a title shot? Who in the back are you letting ram you for that? Why would you think I wouldn't be in this match? I was removed from competition because of some extenuating circumstances. I left as the Uprising Champion. I am in this match as a 'welcome back.'

“Plus, everyone in the front office knows that people want to see the King of Darkness wearing Gold again. You, Flex are no where near my league son. Try as you might, you will never be in it either. I have been in sold out stadiums and arenas. I have faced off against greats, friends, family, enemies. All there, across the ring from me, and more often than not I came out on top.

“Hell, I almost killed myself and my cousin in a match that was never done before or after, at least to my knowledge. It was a house of fire match. Since you are so good at finding info about people I'm sure you have seen it or can see it. Check it out sometime, and see what you are truly up against.

“Maybe then you will see why I was put in this match. You will see why I am going to win this match, and then move on to heights that you can only dream of. Mark my words Flex, one day soon you shall see my name on that world title.

“Flex I hope you are prepared for this match, because I have plans for you. Before my, hiatus, I had started a movement when I beat Ryan Apollos. One that I plan on continuing with you. You need guidance, you need focus. I will supply both, Flex. You see, no one has told you yet but I can be a kind and caring god. And you heard me right, I am your God, Flex, and I will prove it to you at battlegrounds.

“The other three shall be sacrifices to me, all that I will accept on your behalf.”

February 19th, 2013

“You sure you want to go along with us man? We can handle it ourselves.”

“Naw, man. These fucks have some major payback comin their way.”

“Alright man, just remember this shit ain't like the movies. This shit is for keepers man.”

Ashe sits in the passenger seat of an older car. Ashe's brother, Dr. Hyde, sits in the driver's seat, and Hyde's two buddies, Ziploc and GT Dre, are sitting in the back. All four pull out their guns and check them. Hyde nods and all of them exit the vehicle. They head up to a house in an average neighborhood. They get up to the front door and split off in twos on either side. Ashe and Hyde on one, and Dre and Ziploc on the other.

Hyde nods to Ziploc who stands up and kicks the door in. With guns drawn they enter the house. They start to go from room to room checking for people. Finally they come across them hiding in a bed room. Two guys and a girl, all three strung out, the house reeking of meth.

Against all possible odds, their eyes to widen slightly at the sight of four large men all brandishing guns at them. “Who the fuck sent you to that hotel a couple of weeks back?”

“uh... uh...” The only one of them coherent enough for speech stammers, trying to think of a response that will end with them not getting shot. He glances to the other two seeking help. His eyes linger on the guy for a second longer than the woman.

“Oh, think I wouldn't notice that shit? What, this your brother? You two look close enough alike for me to buy it. So, here is some motivation for you...” Hyde raises his gun and points it behind him at the other guy. “If the next words out of your mouth aren't the name we need I will shoot him.”

“uh...”

“Guess you need proof huh?” Hyde pulls the trigger, the blast echoing in the small room. The man falls backwards to the floor. Blood flowing through the fingers of the hand grabbing his shoulder. “Last chance before I kill him.”

“We don't know who he is man! He was just some old ass dude who offered use a shit ton of dope if we did that little favor for him man! I swear!”

“Did you get a name?”

“It was something weird, and foreign sounding. Cord, corduroy, something like that man! I swear! Just leave us alone.”

“Qordis?”

“Yeah man! That's it! He said it would be easy, said it wouldn't have any repercussions.”

“Let's go man, we got what we need. These tweakers won't last the night if Qordis gave them drugs.” Ziploc and Dre pistol whip the other two and then all four leave the house and get back in the car and drive off.

March 29th, 2013

“Erik Reigns, you think that your little repetitiveness about how violent you are is gonna scare anyone? Actions speak louder than words, act out the violence, don't just talk about it. You can talk a big game, but you lack the ability to follow up on your threats. That is why you stand less of a chance than Flex.

“You have so much potential, so much anger, so much hate. All useful, if you know how to tap in and control it. I could offer you the same thing as Flex. I could teach you, I could instruct you. I can turn you from this lowly worthless being into a force to be reckoned with.

“The offer stands, Erik. Offer Flex, Cassidy, Messiah, and Tolly up as sacrifices to your god. Then, when my wrath is sated, I shall instruct you. I shall elevate you to a position higher than you could achieve on your own. The choice is yours. Would you rather be at the right hand of the devil, or in his path? Think about that. You too Flex. Think about making the smartest move in your pathetic career.

“Think about it gentlemen. Hell even pray about it if you think that would help you make the right choice. Will you stand tall in the lights? Or will you bask in the glory of the darkness?

“In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritūs Sancti.”