~So don't cry to me ohhh baby. Your future is in a Oblong Box!~

“They tell me that I'm worthless...”

We see Ataxia in the lone room again. His back to us. The walls are bare and the only light is a single light from above. He turns to us with a newspaper in front of him. Every headline and article is just one word. “Dirt”. Ataxia keeps flipping thru till he tears up the paper.

“Apparently I am not the threat that I use to be?! Apparently...people are underestimating me again. Why? Why are you all so fucking stupid?! Why are you all still trying to reach for something that never was. The whole Mia thing. The whole Shadow thing. The whole Forsaken thing. Everything is simply an act. I was pretending because for some reason my brain thought that it's what I wanted. To be accepted. To be wanted! To be the poster over you bed that you master...ENOUGH!”

Ataxia spins around the room for a moment and then comes to a manikin of Silas Atoria.

“Imagine my surprise when I wasn't booked against my damn fucking bird...instead I got to fight a turd...AHAHAHAHHAHAHA...”

He looks at the camera like he's taking directly to the audience.

“If you laugh at Mike Rolash's jokes at least these are fucking funny! We've both been on the downside lately right? Right?! LEFT!!! No. You see the truth is that I have a plan. Everything is going how I need it to and yet you are going to say something probably along the lines of how you have grown as a person. How you are a better person because people are cheering you now. People cheered me. People worshipped me. How much more fucking proof do you need that people are fucking dumb as shit! See. The one thing however. I am a bastard. I am a psychopath. I have torn a tag off of a pillow. But I never beat up a staff member just because they asked me a fucking question...”

Ataxia twists the manikin's head around to where Silas' “face” is now facing Ataxia.

“Try as you might. Getting rid of your “cohort” is not going to make us forget who and what you are. People tell me that they change. Tell me...Is Shadow any less emo than when I first teamed with him? Is Jimmy Allen any less of a daddy's boy? Is Mia any less of a confusing bitch? Is MJF any less of a nice hair smelling person? No! No one changes. People just get delusional. The grass is not always greener on the other side till you get to it and you realize that's it's greener only because people shit on it more. That it. If you would just shit in your own yard it'd be the greener one. That is what life is about. Finding your own shit and making it work. And what works for me is running this federation where it should be ran. From the rafters...raining down upon you all like a turd tsunami.”

Ataxia looks directly into Silas' face.

“You've become an underdog not because of background. You've become an underdog because people see themselves in you. They see a failure. If this guy can make it maybe I can. That's not how the real world works. That's not how anything works. What works is that you take pride in yourself and use what you have as a strength. So what if I look like a freak. At least I don't pretend to walk around in public like an idiot anymore. I don't try to be like Bob Smith and have the house with the picket fence...and the kids...and the happy life that would be awesome. It's not for me. I just grew up. You. You regressed. If you were the guy who had the stones to beat up a staff member a few months ago instead of this whiny little bitch that you've become...hell...I might even be slightly intimidated. But here you are...still a product of a broken condom and the backseat of a sedan on night that the world wished it would have aborted with a nuke on lover's lane.”

Ataxia pinches Silas' cheek.

“Then again your mamma's luck is daddy jerked off on a toilet seat and didn't wipe it down afterwards like a gentlemen. I do give you props for trying to be a bad guy Canadian. I mean you should have given into this not angry nature of yours a long time ago because we could all tell it was an act when you got here. You coming in here with this ego. This I'm a dangerous man schtick. I'm crazy. Bitch. I'm crazy. I know I'm crazy. I know I'm insane. You have to do horrible things to get people to think your nuts...I just show up and people know it. I am “The Franchise” of CWF because I am what people come to see each week. You think they come here to see you and Jimmy Allen fight for the Paramount title? Bitch please. No one comes to see that. The tag titles. The world title is even secondary to whatever fucking match I am in because I am what they want to see. Good guy. Bad guy. Doesn't matter everyone wants to either see the freak succeed...or to see the weirdo get his ass kicked. Either way. Even if I lose...I still win...bitch.”

Ataxia reaches over and pulls Silas' head off of the manikin and licks it from forehead to lips before giving it the biggest sloppiest wet kiss we have ever seen Ataxia do.

"It's time to stop being the pretender Silas. It's time to be who you were meant to be. My bitch. I've decided. Maybe I should make you my new Mia. Maybe I should love you. Kiss you. Tell you that you are amazing. Then when I've used you for enough ratings...I'm going to drop you like the shit that you are. Like a turd in the sewer...floating like the trash you are away from me. It doesn't matter who it is. It doesn't matter whose face it is. All people want to see is me turn others into freaks. I've done with Duce. I've done it with Dorian...I think you'd be a challenge. Because there is a perfect blank slate before me. Nothing of importance or merit is there...Fuck off Silas...and enjoy your moment of being in the spotlight thanks to me being booked to whip your ass...AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA..."

Ataxia then reaches out and bites off Silas' nose as the cinema overly red blood shoots out of it as we fade to black...

Fin