This is amusing. It's gotten to this point. The look on his face. The anger. The hate. It's palpable like strawberry lube on a cock. Jon Stewart looks at me and sighs.

“I need you to finish this...fast.”He's talking about Mia. He's down a few of his pawns. DJ is missing. Kidnapped by the druids because they hit his one weak spot. It's hilarious. I've been laughing about it. Design flaw. Oh well. I smirk at Jon who reaches over and puts a black ring box on the desk. My smile turns to a scowl. I know what's in it. “I want you to break them. I want you to mutilate them. I don't want the mistakes from last year. I want that title shot in our camp. No matter the cost. Do you understand me?”

“And if my frands are in the ring?”

“You don't have frands anymore right?”He's right. I've pushed everyone away. Just like I wanted. Just what CWF needed. I thought I'd feel better about it. It almost feels like this wasn't my choice. One look at the box brings that into question. I know what that is. I know behind it something terrifying. I know that it is the one thing that has motivated me this whole time. The real me. The thing that should not be. It's in that box. It will come out if I open it. “Right?”

“Yes Sir.”I say fake saluting Jon with a middle finger as I leave the room.

“And you aren't going to tell Mia that you “quit” in your own way are you?”

“...Of course.”

“Don't disappoint me Tax. It'll go against the divine plan after all.”I turn. I want to shove every single pill of his down his throat. I want to choke him for wearing my face. I want to beat his ass so badly he calls me daddy. Then...I don't want to. Why don't I want to? Why do I not want to hurt him? I want to hurt someone. Oh...so many options this Sunday.

“I'll do my best...sir...”I leave quickly. The quicker I am away from him the quicker it doesn't hurt my mind so much. The ringing goes. The music. That song. What song is it? Damn it. It's like that fog is back...maybe it's time I shed some light into it. After all...fog is just a low hanging cloud...

We fade in on the room. That same room that we have seen Ataxia in for months. We see him appear after a few flash frames including one of him swinging from off camera on a noose. Ataxia appears and claps his hands together. He smiles that wide red toothed grin as he applauds us.

“It's time for everyone's favorite god damn time of the year. Golden Intentions. And every single one of you has a path made of them don't you?”

Ataxia gestures to the wall behind him and we see pictures of all of the competitors. Except all of them have had their heads shots with bullets, stabbed with knives, or...adult sex toys.

“I'm no art critic, but I know what I like and what I like is a challenge. So let's first off address the following. Autumn Raven. I'm so glad of your recent run of good luck. If I get stuck facing you all I have to really do is go oh hey look over there. You'll look for the shiny object and then go over the side. You see I'm not worried about you, because we all know you are the one freak who wasn't even good enough to be in “The Foresaken”...and we took in Zach Van Owen...we had no standards. What does that say about you? I mean aside from being sloppy seconds to Silas Atoria. I mean come on. There is no way you can bounce back from that. I mean this is the guy who beat up a interviewer here and wondered why people got mad. Oh he's trying to make amends. No bitch. We know the truth. You got scared of what people think of you. Deep down Silas wants to belong. Deep down Silas wants to be loved. Deep down in the pit of his anus Silas wants a corncob...that last one might have been a bit to personal but it is none the less true. Moving on whom else do we got that has no chance of winning. Oh we got Jarvis King. The man I carried a few weeks ago. All MJF has to do to make sure you lose is beat you earlier in the evening? Why? Because once Jarvis King loses one match there is almost a seventy five percent chance he's going to disappear for six months till the average dumb ass wrestling fan forgets he had a loss and remembers Jarvis use to matter like ten years ago so they have to cheer him. Then we got people like Tom Marrow, Xander Daniels, Jay Morg, Chris Ravenna, and you know what these people have. No chance in hell. Because I'm in the match, and if you guys think you know me. You've never seen me in a cluster fuck. I'm the odds on favorite.

Ataxia gestures to the Carnage roster photos.

“Now here is a group that has a special place in my anus for just where I want hot diarrhea to hit. The groupies of Trent Steel. The man who made us the very masked men we are today. We got JC or Just Cyclops at the moment. We got Lucy Wylde. We got Isiah Luck. We got Bryan Ford. And most of all we got the chumpion himself in Jack Micheals. We got the main roster. Well the ones who don't know better. These guys are the only ones I'm really worried about. You hear that? Brandon Younblood, Julian Bathory, Jacob McKailJohnny Olumpus, Kyuseiush, Noah Hanson, PJ Blake, and Richard Dweck...hell Add Thomas Roll and Wandering Will Beckenhall into that maix. Hell. Add anyone of the remaining idiots. None of you hold a candle to these people because they're like me. They don't give a flying god damn shit filled fuck who the hell they fuck up as long as they win. Which brings me to the last of the fucking dying breed here who don't fucking god damn know what the fuck is heading for their fucking faces. Also JC...keep the hole moist. I'm coming in dry!”

Ataxia walks over to one of the walls and smashes it with his hand. He pulls out a shovel.

“Oh Danny Boyyyy...do you remember this? You put me in for a dirt nap and I lost my god damn mind. I want it back and I'm going to enjoy bashing your fucking skull in singing I'm a little teapot until it comes back! Speaking of buried alive. HEY HARLEY! I got an idea for you. Stay gone. You'll be gone quicker than Jarvis' last comeback anyways. Can you guys just plan those things together and just fight each other so the rest of us can have...I dunno...real matches while you to pretend to matter to a modern audience. Hell throw in Xander Daniels in with that crowd because he impresses me as much as Paradine. Another person I've had to carry. Hell aside from Dick Fury and Lindsay Troy. Everyone else in this fucking match is someone I've carried...oh wait...I forgot someone. Chaos. Really? That's almost as interesting as The Shadow as a creative name. Speaking of Dick Fury and Lindsay Troy. I think you two would make a great pairing. Came in to early and spent meets Talks to much and can't back it up. And Shadow...fuck you. I've been done with you for months and now all I need to do is show up with someone in red hair and you'll be putty in my hands..AHAHHAHA...I'm sure like everyone else in this god damn match you're a fart in the wind. Hell. Even the surprises for this match aren't going to be that much of a surprise. I mean you got MJ Flair. Who cares. But there is one that I am sorry to say won't be making it...because I am putting her in fucking body bag.”

All of the photos of everyone fade away except one and it blows up. It's Mia. All of the photos of Mia and Ataxia together and Ataxia starts smashing them all with the shovel.

“Apparently! I have to keep mentioning this! I fucking hate you ya bitch! You ruined my fucking life! You and your god damn parasites. Trying to win me back is a waste of time because you never had me! I wanted to be the hero so badly that I didn't realize that heroes are chumps! They get used! They get thrown away...”

Ataxia drops the shovel as we look and see that the whole room is broken up. Light starts to come in thru the room and then suddenly the walls are back to normal. As if that outburst didn't even matter.

“You want to save me? Why? I'm not worth saving. Ask anyone. Ask everyone. Ask no one. There is nothing worth saving because I never should have been saved. You want me to tell you I love you. I can't love you. To love someone you have to love yourself. I'll get you to say you hate me Mia. You know why? Because I can push you to that line more than you'll ever push me to lie again. I lied Mia. I'm a bad liar. I lied to get what I wanted from you and honestly...it wasn't that good. It never was that good. It was horrid. Trying to live a life where I had to pretend. I had to pretend to care. I had to pretend that you mattered. I had to pretend that everything I did for you wasn't a chore. I had to pretend that everything that I did was not for my own ego. My own psychotic ego. I wanted to see what a family was like...that's why I make the best world champion in CWF history. I don't have ties. No one wants me there. It's the loneliest hated positioning in pro wrestling...I'm doing this for Carnage. And if you actually loved me...you'd let me go. Because this isn't about me. It's about you. Someone pretended to care and you are to fucking stupid to realize that it was a lie. A lie...A lie...IT WAS A LIE BITCH!”

The lights go off and Ataxia pulls off his mask.

“I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you .I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you .I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. This will ring in your ear. The title shot means nothing to me. I can get that belt anytime I want. What I want is to be done with you and the tag alongs. I'm done with all of you. I'm done with everything. Better hope I'm not number one. Because it doesn't matter who got the last spot or not...You're all going out because just like Mia...I hate you all...The road to hell is paved with golden intentions...meet Hell...nice to meet you frand...ahahha...ahhahaha...AHAHAHAHHAAHAH!!!!”

Fade to static.