We fade in on a church. Well it looks like a church anyway. Very catholic looking with the candles and the pews. As we head closer to the pulpit area we see a cross...inverted...with a neon sign on it. It brings up some Japanese kanji...we see a translation underneath them.

Ahem. As we pan even closer we see a statue behind the pulpit as well...it's of Ron Jeremy.

“And that lard said...blessed be the hedgehog...for he is hung like a horse!”

We pan over to see Ataxia eating a communion wafer. He's dressed in his usual tuxedo, burlap like mask, black opera gloves, and black boots. The only parts we see are his eyes and mouth on the mask. The eye color is blood red, with what looks like black makeup around the eyes. His teeth are blood red as well with black lips and pale white skin on the outside of those lips. He winks at the camera.

Ataxia: This tastes like a foreskin...go ahead...ask me how I know. I know. I know. A little over the top, but I wanted to get your attention. And the only other way I knew how was to provide sub par customer service for your glorified cat sitter. By the way...I personally am okay with having pussy at ring side.

Ataxia gets up and sits, on his knee's, facing the camera with his arms out like a crucifix.

“So now that we have your attention. Allow me to explain to you what's just happened. Your little stunt got Jimmy all upset. Now if I know Jim Gunt, and I do...the man has a great singing voice. He went to the back and asked our dear friend Jaiden to feed you to the wolves. Hai friend...I'm the wolf. Don't worry thou. I'm not gonna pretend you're one of my rivals. I'm not gonna pretend you're someone whose done me wrong. No...I'm gonna pretend you are the person that you claim to be. The son of Dog...”

Ataxia walks up to the cross and licks it.

“ And I hate him more than I hate any of my former stablemates. Anyone who has done me wrong. Anyone who has ever even spoke ill in my unholy name. You see people like you make me sick. These people who think they speak for him. These people who twist words of pure hope and light. These people who say it's okay to love one another as long as they stay on their side of this imaginary line. It's okay to love one another...as long as they love one man to one woman. You are my holy child...as long as you do what you are told according to flawed men with flawed ambition who want nothing but control. Face it Hoyt...You're about to get your wish. You wanna play martyr...you want to play prophet...well I think it's time I introduce you to the true Messiah of CWF. The Messiah Pariah in fact. Hai...The name is Ataxia.”

Ataxia reaches behind the pulpit and pulls out a cage covered in a bloody cloth.

“Shhh...Eyes on me. I know your male gaze has enchanted yourself to my bulge, but pay attention. You see I'm not here to come down on you Hoyt. After all you had a rough life. Son of a former somewhat relevant wrestler. You go to Japan and make a name for yourself. Pick up STRONGAH STYLE!! I love that every fucking idiot who gets into this business thinks if they go to Japan and get their ass kicked by a few guys who know how to actually kick someone...whoa and behold...suddenly they know how to fight. Like living in Chicago didn't do that for you Hoyt! Like your daddy smacking you around in one of his drunken rages didn't Hoyt! Don't worry Hoyt! I'm gonna make you understand that invoking the devil is going to get to do someone to do his work. Don't worry thou...My first target isn't you...Let me show you my new hobby.”

Ataxia pulls back the cloth and we see a taxidermist's nightmare of stuffed roadkill...possibly a racoon. It's blurred out for the most part, but we can see from the pixelated images that this is grotesque.

“See. I'm all for emotional support animals. Your manager is the best example of emotional support bitch I've ever seen. So you don't need two. I think I'll take your little precious cat...and I'll stuff it. Then you'll have it forever. You'll have this thing forever for you to latch on all your hopes and dreams on...because after I am done with you Hoyt...not even the man on high is gonna save you. And if you're really really good Hoyt...”

Ataxia reaches behind the pulpit and pulls out a Hoyt Williams looking action figure on a cross with high end nails thru the hands and feet. He also pulls up an industrial strength nail gun.

“I'll put you up for the night...AHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHAHAHA....”

Fade to static...

“Was that really necessary?”Stewart didn't look happy. I wonder why. Oh yeah...he's my handler. It's almost as if I did something just to piss him off. “While I appreciate your...”

“You want me to win don't you?”

“Yes I do...but...”

“Then let me make an example of this fool. Let me tear him apart. You want to send a message to Jaiden Rishel Jon...Let me do it for you.” I've played his ego. He smirks. He doesn't buy it. Then again neither does our new...friend...she looks at me with that goth makeup on her face with this look like she wants to bang me. I'd rather fuck the roadkill. Whose to say I haven't but still...

“Alright. If we're going to make an example...then let's do it. I've got a cunning plan...”I'm not gonna like this. Sorry guys. I'm trying. Looks like this is going to end badly...ahahahhahahah...