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

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

“For what you did to me, and what I'll do to you, you get, what everyone else gets, you get a lifetime Let's go! Do you remember that day when we met you told me this gets harder well it did been holding on forever, promise me that when I'm gone you'll kill my enemies, the damage you've inflicted, temporary wounds I'm coming back from the dead and I'll take you home with me I'm taking back the life you stole ”. It's not a Fashion Statement, It's a Deathwish.My Chemical Romance.

{We face in on Ataxia, wearing his mask, looking at his hands. He's sitting in a chair on the creepy set. He's got ten fingers up. Then he starts counting down to one on his gloved hands. He looks at the camera and smirks as he keeps going back up to ten.}

Ataxia: It's amazing. It really is. Wow. It's so cool to count. I mean I really think that counting is the new chair shot here in professional wrestling. Oh out of the five matches that you have had you have only won one match. Ahahahaha. Yeah but I lasted longer than you did so I guess you lost your argument eh? I made it to the finals! You got eliminated because your own tag team partner thought it'd be funny to make an (bleep) out of you more so than you usually make an (bleep) out of yourself. Okay let's drop that one.

{He holds up five fingers and dropped the thumb.}

Ataxia: Okay. Now let's take out Jimmy Riot.

{He drops his pinky finger.}

Ataxia: Now let's drop the dq loss because I don't count that one. Just to be fair. If your not counting one I'll drop that one.

{He drops his index finger.}

Ataxia: Then I get punked out by a betrayal. Wait. You bitched about a betrayal and I'm not counting that one already because that's unfair to you so let's not count mine.

{He drops his ring finger leaving up just the middle one.}

Ataxia: And with that Chris Cortez becomes number one in my book!


Ataxia: Seriously was this the best you could come up with in a week? What kind of trash talk is this? You suck at this! Seriously I am going to contribute to the help “Simply the worst” Chris Cortez learn to (bleeping) cut a promo that doesn't look like it was done by a film student who jacks off to old italian cinema that never (bleeping) changes angles or perspectives and never does anything exciting at all! What in the pit of despair known as New Jersey did you learn that this is a acceptable thing to do. Really. This is pathetic. First you do a paper bag routine? Oh wow. How about a clown mask? Freddy? Jason? Micheal? Any one of those guys would have cost you like five bucks and you could make a joke about it but again you show that you give us know effort! NONE! No God (BLEEP) EFFORT!

Your Intercontinental Champion. We are soooo proud.

Ataxia: Your complaining about getting into a tag team match? First off. You should be grateful to even be working right now after getting eliminated by your own team mate at US. Hell I would have stripped you of that belt after having something so stupid happen to you. Seriously. You actually trusted your team not to screw you over. Oh but you also didn't want the world title shot so why are you so upset? Because your a loser. By the way boy. Once this mask comes off and you see who this is. Your little comments about my list of (bleeping) accomplishments is going to make you look like an even bigger gold plated turd. This is a champion? Wow. No wonder no one takes this federation seriously. I'm just glad Ace found a guy more stupid, slower, and dumber than Biff. I guess Bucky was just to smart for the part.

Apparently it's give retards championships year in GCWA.

Ataxia: Now I'm not saying that you didn't earn it. Oh wait. You didn't. You beat TLS. Good job. I've said it many times in my life and I'll keep saying. The Lost Soul is not a (bleeping) benchmark in anyone's career. I know it's going to make me oh so popular in this place but it's the truth. Good guy. In all honesty though he's not been the same since a certain person broke him. He knows it to. The funny thing is Chris. The president doesn't want you losing that belt and looking like a paper champion because he knows you can't cut it in the ring by yourself unless it's in a stipulated match. Even then it's hit or miss as we saw at Ultimate Survival. You want to try and impress everyone with that belt and yet you yourself admit that you on a bit of a losing streak when it comes to any match your in. I think Ace is giving you a break but your being a ungrateful little cuss. Then again this is all opinion. Facts however I also do have. I'm going to rip your (bleep) fool head off with my bare hands. I was going to be nice. I was going to let you just lose the match. Now...

I'm going to end you.

Ataxia: See it's going to be a slow death. Kind of like how slow and deliberate that we got to the end of Rishel's promo. You want to criticize what I have done in GCWA when all you care about is yourself. Me. I care about the whole federation. This whole Bifford as world champion bull crap has to stop. That whole scene man, is one that even Warrick Hill noticed was weird...man. You want to criticize me but let's be honest. Unless it benefits you. You really don't care. That's okay. None of us care about you either. If we did you wouldn't have been betrayed. If Lori would have not been a selfish prick just like you. You might have gotten past me. I played him like a cheap wind up toy. You. Your even more of a cheap toy. Your not even a (bleeping) blip on my radar kid. I am going to enjoy making you learn a real lesson Chris Cortez. That is. Point, blank, and period. To be afraid of Ataxia!

{Ataxia stands up and starts walking around the set. He stops in front of his fiddle and starts to play it again. He keeps walking playing a haunting melody.}

Ataxia: This world is not meant for the likes of those who do not understand that there is more to being a wrestler than just titles. I know you are all young and hungry but the fact is I don't envy you. I remember those days before I earned my first world title shot and then after I won it. I thought everything would change. I thought respect would be finally handed to me. Paper champion was the word uttered. I hadn't earned anything in their eyes. There are two ways you can earn people's respect in life children. Trust or Fear. They would never trust me. Once I take off this mask I know I will have to go through that again. I know I will have to be feared instead of trusted. No one counts me out for anyone but myself. No one believes in anything beyond themselves anymore. None of you can be trusted with my respect.

{He stops. He puts down the fiddle. He turns from the camera and starts walking towards the black coffin.}

Ataxia: Oh before “it” happened. How happy we were. How happy we were my “darling” before they took it away from us. Back when I walked as a man unashamed of who I was or what I did. I was more of a monster than anyone is in this industry anymore. I set the bar. I tore the world a new asshole in his throat and laughed at it as it drowned in it's own blood. Back when I was a fool. Back when I was just like you. Then I tried to change. I tried to be the better man. I did everything I could. Still nothing changed. I was still the monster. I couldn't escape it. They wouldn't let me escape it! It took everything away from me. The titles, the glory, and the world were all taken away from me. Family, friends, and even my enemies left me to suffer except you.

{He touches the coffin.}

Ataxia: Then. You died. The one thing I could count on left me a broken man. The unthinkable had happened. You. You were the one person I could lean on when this got to be to much and now. Now I'm insane. I'm a madman. I've got nothing to lose. That is where all of you are screwed. I have nothing to lose and you have everything! The fame! The glory! The stupid gold plated weight belts that mean nothing to anyone! All of it can be taken away at the drop of the hat. The things that matter most as well. The greatest friend I ever knew is gone because of what happened to me. I lost everything because of all of you turning your backs on me. Did anyone care? Did God even care? No! He doesn't care. He never did. He never cared about me! My father, my mother, and everyone else didn't care. My wife, my children, and my friends all turned away! Everything I had earned. Not handed to me like the title you so covet and the favoritism of the federation. I earned. I was the workhorse. I was the dependable one. I was the one that companies could bank on as being the one that they could send anyone against they wanted to. I worked. I never complained. The countless squash matches I had to be booked into to beat down people who were out of their league. The last minute replacement for a no show against a champion I knew I couldn't take but I went out their anyways. Booed. Hated. People calling for my head. How many times I heard OLE! How many times I heard HOUSE OF PAIN! How many times I heard ODJ! How many times I heard every other (bleeper) in the back cheered like he was jesus f'n christ! Me. Chastised even in victory. The road I took was a lonely one. Then. “Darling” died.

{He gets on top of the coffin and lays on top of it. Stroking it gently.}

Ataxia: I just want it back. I don't want to care anymore. I want my life to not matter. I want to be hated! I want to be left alone! I want to not give a (bleep) anymore! I never get what I want. It isn't enough. What I need. I want I have to have now is just once. Just once. Just this one time in my life.

{He's crying. The eye makeup he wears runs down onto the coffin.}

Ataxia: I just want one chant. One time. I want to hear the roar of the crowd scream my name in hope that I will take down those who deserve it. I want to be the one that they go nuts when “Die Die Die My Darling” starts to play. I want the arena to shake, just once, with my name echoing out in the parking lot. Even if it's not my name. Even if it's just a mask. Even if it's just a lie. For you. I promised you I would do this just once for you. After that I'll go back. I swear. You can go back to cursing my name. You can go back to hating the very life out of me. You can make me the true pariah. The hated. The scorned. The...The...I can't say it. I won't say it! That man is dead right now! That man doesn't exist under this mask!

{He gets up and glares at the camera full of fury as he leaps off of the coffin and gets so close that it takes the camera a moment to refocus.}

Ataxia: What you have to fear right now is the true MESSIAH PARIAH! I am the damned! I am the one who will save this federation rather you like it or not. There is nothing to fear but what lies under this face. Go ahead hit me. I can take it. I can take anything you little wannabe's can throw at me. So for one night only. For one time only. Linchy. You want Honor! You want Respect! You want Pride! I'll give you pride! The pride you need to get in the ring and do what you have to do! I will work with you! I will be even better than Dean, Warrick, and Mobley for one night only just so we can put these two overpushed little children back where they belong. Curtain jerking! You want respect! I respect you. I always have. Small comfort now but know that despite the fact that deep down it would be so easy to turn on you and let them beat you. It would be too much of a temptation. But I have made a promise and despite what you do know about the man behind this mask Linchy. I am a man of my word. Honor. You have never lost it my old enemy. You have never lost your honor! Dignity maybe. Honor never! We will be victorious one way or the other. I promise they will...remember us at Inferno. Then say who were the two that got beat up again. No one who mattered.

{He starts to take off the mask as we pan behind him into the darkness. In the darkness we hear the following as we start to fade out.}

Ataxia: Jaiden Rishel speaks of fear. He should be afraid. I scare the (bleep) out of myself a lot. Every day when I look in the mirror I see that monster. At Inferno I will see that monster before I put on this mask of a down trodden hero. You say you've beat a woman. No. I retired many. Man. Woman. Child. It never mattered to me. It does now. I was in your shoes once. When you had to make a decision. Be the hero. Don't go down that road. All it leads to is this. Madness.

{It's quiet for a while as we hear some sobbing.}

Ataxia: Sorry...I can't do this anymore.

Eric: You want me to cut off the sound?

Ataxia: No. I just. I felt. Every bad thing I've done come flooding back. I don't deserve to what I need. After everything I have done this is not going to change it. I'm not going to redeem myself by doing this. I'm too. I'm too far gone. I should just not wear this damn thing anymore. I should just go out there and be myself.

Eric: Maybe. Or maybe your scared that you might like who you are with the mask on. Sounds like to me, man, you've been through hell. If anyone deserves a chance to change things it's you. It's the only way you'll ever fix what's broken.

Ataxia: Let's just hope I can last a little while longer. I have to make this matter. Not for me. For...

Eric: Yeah I know.

{Fade to Gray..}