“Milk it for all it's worth. Make sure you get there first. The apple of your eye. The rotten core inside. We are all prisoners. Things couldn't get much worse. I've had it up to here, you know your end is near.

You had to have it all, Well have you had enough? You greedy little bastard, You will get what you deserve. When all is said and done, I will be the one to leave you in the misery and hate what you've become.

Intoxicated eyes, no longer live that life. You should have learned by now, I'll burn this whole world down. I need some peace of mind, no fear of what's behind. You think you've won this fight, you've only lost your mind.” Had Enough. Breaking Benjamin

{We open in a church. It looks pretty ancient. Very old catholic church. Inside of the church we see a few people praying. Off to the side wearing his usual grab, including a black long brimmed hat and a tan trenchcoat, is Ataxia. He motions us over as he goes and lights a candle.}

Ataxia: So lets get this out of the way. Black hoodlum jokes. Your angry cause your mom died. Oh no. A rap. There I think I just covered your entire M.O. there chief. Next? Oh a tough guy act. I stress the act part of the previous sentence. Seriously you think your the only one whose ever fought someone because they lived in a bad neighborhood. It's funny really. You and I do have a lot in common. Except where your whore of a mother decided to beat you for defending yourself mine told me that if I didn't put the little bastard in the dirt where he belonged I wasn't getting any supper. You want to talk about kindness. You like talking about how tough your childhood was. You make me sick. Your just like everyone else. Life gave you a bad hand and you got to take it out on everyone. Your pathetic. Oh you got your ass kicked in a fight? Wow. That's totally not been repeating itself lately. I mean let's look at how things have gone with you and I? “I got a win over you”. Yeah. We'll not kid ourselves about the chain incident shall we? By the way thanks again for the t-shirt promo. I think what really bothers you isn't the fact that you have never got a clean win over me. No you had to go the easy way out. You had to go after Chris. You couldn't just wait to see me tap. Oh it hurt being in that move but I can tell you I was laughing when I got to the back. Your scared of me.

{One of the men in a pew of the church looks up at Ataxia. He's a old man who shakes his head for a moment as if to try to remind himself of a memory. Ataxia notices him and waves. He walks over to him and whispers something to him as Ataxia hands him a envelope.}

Ataxia: I know this to be true Demarco because your trying to pysche me out with this sad story about how a street fight went wrong. I got a better one for you.

{Ataxia undoes his jacket and then loosens the tie. He pulls back his button up shirt to his left shoulder and we see a bullet hole scar. He refixes his jacket over it as he rebuttons the shirt.}

Ataxia: Now this isn't going to be no 50 cent rant about how I got shot nine times or some bull crap like that. Allow me to point this out to you. Your dealing with someone who knows those risks all to well. Where I grew up even you would have avoided. Before I learned to wrestle I learned how to fight. The reason why I want you in your element is to finally prove, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you are just playing a character. You are not real. Your nothing more than a wannabe compared to the real deal. You want to talk crap to me and say I don't know anything? No. The real person who is clueless here is you. Even if you got all the info from Shayde and if it is all correct. You still have no idea who and what your messing with. Oh so now your going to kill someone? Wow. I'm shaking in my boots. Behind this mask I truly am sc...sc...AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Your full of it! Nothing you say or do is going to intimidate me Lori. I've already gotten inside your head and you know what I found? Untapped potential.

{We see a young priest walking towards Ataxia in the background. He walks towards the man and starts a conversation we cannot hear. He makes a motion towards the confession booth and Ataxia nods. He hands the priest another envelope. The priest looks at the man in the mask and crosses himself.}

Ataxia: You know for all the planning and all the scheming you do with the other idiots you really haven't shown that you can do anything by yourself. I mean good job beating Bucky. That was a regular riot. Beating me however you have always needed help. You never thought things through but let me guess your going to change all of that now. Your going to use your head for once. Good. Let's see how that college education of yours matches up to my years in the business. You talk about respect. You don't know the meaning of the word.

{He stops for a moment and helps a older lady out of her pew. She looks afraid of him but after a moment's whisper she smiles and hugs him. It's as if she knows who Ataxia really is. He tells her goodbye and then continues his way to the confession booth.}

Ataxia: Lets be honest here. Tell me was it respectful what you've done to Ace? Was it respectful of you to take part in what's tearing this federation apart? No. It wasn't respect. It was trying to get a advantage. You were trying to get into a better position to do what you wanted to do. Even with your “boys” helping you it didn't make a bit of difference. Because I'm still here. I let you get away with so much leverage. I let you come away from every fight and each time you came back...weaker.

{An older priest walks towards the confession booth and glares at Ataxia. Ataxia nods to him and the older priest scowls at him. He goes into his part of the booth and closes it waiting for Ataxia to come inside.}

Ataxia: You are weak. Your mother should have beat you some more but don't worry I'll do what your never mentioned father should have done and give you the fatherly beat down of the century. You learned a lesson on that street when you got your butt kicked, I won't deny that. You learned a lesson when your momma beat you down. I guarantee your about to get your final lesson. You see up until this match I've been holding back. I have only being doing high impact and high flying moves. I've been toying with you! I've been gearing up for this ever since Ultimate Survival! Get off bleeding...no. I get off hurting you! I get off making you realize just how stupid you really are! I get off making little punks like you learn the real lesson. That you aren't good enough! That you are nothing. Your little wannabe boy band talks about being tired of listening to me whine. You know what I am tired of? I am tired of Stubs Mackenzie. I am tired of hearing about your wannabe raps. I am tired of listening to that almost white boy nerd sounding voice of yours cry and complain about having to fight someone who is better than you! I am tired of your little brats running around here like you can run the place. Although I have to say I thought TLS had learned his lesson years ago about paling around with people less talented than him. Hell let's look at the talent roster of your crew. Your at the bottom. Under all them happy go lucky pretty boys. Sucks to be token doesn't it? No. Not the token black wrestler. I'm talking about the token jobber. The one who runs his mouth to damn much and can never back up what you say. You couldn't even beat up a guy hung up like a slab of meat in front of you. You want me to meet you in a back alley somewhere and settle this? Sure. I'll even show up without the mask on. I'll beat your ass into the ground and we're gonna call you hamburger boy. Then when you look up and see my real face and know that even with all your so called “cred” you didn't have a fucking chance. When this comes off I will love seeing the look on your face when you realize just how outclassed you really were. You want some sort of pay off to all of this. You want to come out on top. You want to beat me down so you can claim your better than me. It's not going to happen. This isn't over until I say it is and guess what. It's only over after I make you pass out from pain. Which is exactly what will happen to you in this match. I'm not going to stop until I break you. I don't mean physically. I don't mean mentally. I will make sure you come within a inch of begging to God that he spares you this pain and you'll be a good little boy for the rest of eternity.

{He looks up at the cross behind the pulpit where the priest does his sermon. He looks down at his own hands and back up to the statue. He turns back to the camera.}

Ataxia: You want to bring up God. Go ahead. He and I have a understanding. The understanding is that I am here to teach those who he deems necessary to be beaten down into a bloody mess that they have overstepped their bounds. The lord giveth and the good lord taketh away. Tell me why do you think you were born? To be a professional wrestler? To be a rapper? To be something more than your father before you? What's your destiny Mr. Demarco? I know what mine is. It's to play out this ruse just a little longer and then to rain hell down upon this federation for all the wrongs it has done will be right by my hand. First with you. Then. Who I am really after. All of this is a ruse. You've known that from the start. You know I am a snake and you let me bite you anyways. You could have stopped this at any time Lori but you didn't want to! Your ego wouldn't let someone like me get away with “dissin” something like you! You are better than this street cred lifestyle and yet you turn from it and embrace this garbage you call a lifestyle. It sickens me. To think such potential is being wasted. If not for the fact that your wrestling ability is about as good as Vanilla Ice in staying power I would feel pity for you. Actually I sort of do. Up until now. I've been a good boy. I've been behaving. Now. Now I have to do what is destiny. Now. I have to destroy the monster I created so I can ascend to what I need. You think you know me. You think you know what is behind this mask. I wear this as I did another moniker to hide myself from the world. Not because I'm afraid of it Lori. It's because it's afraid of what I will do.

{With that he opens the door to the confession booth. He sits for a moment as the father on the other side opens the window.}

Ataxia: Forgive me father...I'm about to sin.

{Fade to Gray...}