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

I'll be seeing you...in hell!

“I'm done with this.”Ataxia.Now.

{We fade in on Ataxia sitting in the “creepy set”. The regular lights are on so it's not special effect lighting. He's just sitting in his director's chair looking at the camera.}

Ataxia: I did not want to get involved.

{Ataxia stands up and walks a bit closer to the camera.}

Ataxia: See. I don't care. I never have. This whole stable war bullshit is just that bullshit. Yes fuck the censor I don't care anymore. I don't care about hiding exactly how I feel about this situation. This situation is nothing more than three men's egos getting in the way of what's important. This federation is going down the toilet all because of to many people playing kind of the mountain. I am not going to be used like this anymore.

{Ataxia pops his knuckles and then his jaw.}

Ataxia: I don't care anymore. I've lost interest. What other matches are on the card. I don't even freaking care. What I am suppose to care about is who I am teamed up with. I have no problem with Crazy Chris. Far from it I think he's great. I think he's a good champion. I think that Chris and I will get along just fine in the match. Except for one thing this team would be unbeatable. Derek Mobley's lackluster abilities. I'm sorry. I just can't forgive this. Last week I get booked in a match with my tag team partner for his title. I didn't like it. I still did it. I don't get a damn thing out of this match so why the hell should I show up. Nothing against Chris. I would go to war with Crazy Chris backing me up but I don't trust Derek Mobley not as far as Biff can run without sweating which is one step. Fuck you ya talentless overpushed hack.

{Ataxia is about to say something but he stops.}

Ataxia: See I don't think of you as world champion. You haven't fucking earned it. Oh you earned your shot. I'll give you that. But let's look at who held that fucking stupid belt. Biff. Can we say paper champion? I think so. You haven't proven you have the right to call yourself that in my book. That's the problem. The other problem is your lack of effort lately has made me question rather or not you should even be fighting. Your not the Derek Mobley I remember facing and yes Derek you were the winner on a lot of those occasions. That doesn't matter now. None of it matters anymore. Because all this is. All any of this fight is. It's nothing but egos. It doesn't matter who it is. Ace. Lurr. TGO. YOU! Your the one with the least claim to anything and yet I'm suppose to work with you when I'd rather watch you toss in the wind. I'm not saying you don't have skills Derek but you've not proven anything. Your worse than Biff. A unproven champion this go round. That's the point. The point is I don't like you. I don't have to like you. Hell I don't even have to respect you, but I got to work with you. I don't want to do any of this and yet because somebody bought some stock I have to. Or do I? I should just not even go out there. Let you all beat each other to a bloody mess and laugh at you with some popcorn and a diet coke. This isn't a match. It's a dick measuring contest.

{He walks over to a board on a wall with all the wrestlers participating in this match. He points to the NFB corner.}

Ataxia: So we got the reverse oreo cookie here stuck in the woods. Gee. Camp Crystal Lake? Really! Really! Are we that desperate to make a joke at my expense. Seriously you guys couldn't wait till Halloween? How about staying at a sleepover on Elm Street? I swear to God Trevor your about as smart Bucky Johnson is pretty. We are having to endure these stupid ass six part promo from hell just because you want to build up some sort of fucking team spirit thing. They don't need it. Everyone else hates them and they have to team up in order to survive because heaven knows none of them can win a singles title. Oh yeah let's bash the masked guy about losing to Linchy. Go ahead. Your crew didn't beat him either. Seriously I am getting really damn tired of you. Your whole team acts like I got nothing better to do than fight you all week in and week out. Guess what? I have no interest in any of you. I don't care! I have never fucking cared about this fucking feud and yet your dragging me into it for what? So I'll hate you? Too late. Oh but I know I'll be the most awesome person ever when my team wins against you. Sorry to spoil your come from behind victory but I may not even show up. Have fun anhilating the other guys.

{He then points to “The Aceholes”}

Ataxia: Hey look it's the NFB B-team. Bucky Johnson I got no problem with because he's just trying to advance his career. Chris Cortez is just a money grubbing whore. Johnny Vegas...some jobber they booked. Sorry am I suppose to give a damn about this match? Who the hell are these three? Could we not find a odder combination? Oh but wait. Why not join them Ataxia? Do a swerve! No. I don't think so. Because I find this whole thing to leave nothing but bitter bile in my mouth. Johnny Vegas wants to be some kind of badass and talk shit about me go right ahead I don't care. Bucky Johnson wants to come at me. Go ahead. Chris Cortez...have fun fighting Lori because it's real easy to beat him. Just piss him off. As for the rest of you I've had it with this promo. I'm done.

{He starts to walk out of frame.}

Ataxia: Cut it.

Eric: You serious?

Ataxia: Yes I need to talk to you off camera so shut the damn thing off and send in the tape.

Eric: All right.

{Fade to Gray...}