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

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

Doo dee doo...

What the hell?

It's a Black Fly in your Chardonnay. It's a death row pardon two minutes too late. “Ironic”. Alanis Morrissette.

{We fade in on Ataxia sitting in a movie theatre. Behind him three or four rows of theatre seats are empty. He has a box of popcorn on the left and a big soda on the right. He is wearing his usual suit that he wears to the ring with the mask on, eyes and mouth unzipped. He smiles as the projector behind him starts to play.}

Ataxia: Wait something is missing...

{He pulls up a plate of rich cheese}

Ataxia: I always want some cheese to go with my whine.

{We start hearing the audio of Rishel's promo. Ataxia cuts some of the cheese and eats it as he watches the promo. He looks really interested for a moment and then puts down the cheese. As we hear a overplay of the audio he gets up and pulls out a fiddle from behind him and starts to play a very melodic tone as he walks away from the scene. We follow him out of the theatre and into the creepy set where he keeps playing this haunting tune until he stops in front of the coffin.}

Ataxia: Darling...I think we have a emo kid. What's that? Yes. I agree. He's being stupid. He thinks I'm going to make racist jokes about a white kid? Apparently. Yes. I agree. How could we be seeing a flashback of his father planning his kidnapping if he wasn't there to begin with. Or is this just something I am suppose to ignore.

As I sit there talking to my beloved.

Ataxia: What the hell?

I'm your internal monologue Ataxia: Why do I need one of these?

To make you seem interesting. Ataxia: But I am interesting.

You assume much. Ataxia: Are you some sort of way I can make fun of Jaiden? Seriously this is annoying. Such a horrible idea. Really thinking that telling your thoughts would make you seem more interesting.

Ataxia: My thought exactly. So because you outlasted me by one elimination you think your better than me? Really stupid little boy. Crying because daddy didn't give you enough attention as a child? Oh. Cry me a (bleeping) river. If you want sympathy about bad daddy problems go talk to Shayde. Talk to another wannabe superstar just like you. Oh sure you won a hard fought match to qualify for ours right? Gee. You went in fighting the psycho brothers, bucky, and a girl. Wow. What a tough match for you. Me. I took on a real champion. I took on your partner and outlasted him because I played him for a sap. But that match did take a lot out of me. Am I calling sour grapes? No.

Something to consider when your fighting me fresh. Ataxia: Now me. I can stand teaming with Linchy. Hell I am laughing at the idea. If he knew who was under this mask then he would be afraid. Just like you should be.

I know something you don't know... Ataxia: And I know more. I know for a (bleeping) fact that you expect to be given things without earning things. Despite this mask keeping my true persona known there is one thing that I must say I am deep down even with the mask. I believe that people should get what they have earned. You. Have earned absolutely nothing. You expect Ace to just hand you a world title shot for what? Your pathetic. Coming from a man in the mask that should ring pretty true.

You like to criticize what you don't understand. Ataxia: I find that quite humorous. Your lucky your dumb little presumptious self didn't get sent back to curtain jerking. Me. I've made quite a name for myself in the short time I am here and your just daddy's little boy. Second generation superstar...not a wrestler.

You can't cut it junior. Ataxia: In all honesty sir the name Jaiden Rishel is nothing more than a silly name for a silly little boy. Daddy didn't love me! Who cares. If I had a spawn like you I would ignore you to. Let's be fair kid. Your nothing like your old man. He's at least got a general idea of his place. You. You seem to think your some sort of godsend to wrestling. You sir are no messiah. Hell that's my gimmick.


Ataxia: Exactly. This is nothing more