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

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

"Say my name and his in the same breath
I dare you to say they taste the same
Let the leaves fall off in the summer
And let december glow in flames
Erase myself and let go
Start it over again in Mexico
These friends, they don't love you
They just love the hotel suites
Now I don't care what you think as long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness in misery
I don't care what you think as long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness in misery". I don't care. Fall Out Boy.

I don't feel nothing at all.

I really don't. Some of you feel like this title is worth something. Some of you, like me, are thinking that it's all about representing your federation.

Then there is the real reason why I am here.

To hurt you.

Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Ataxia. I'm like long walks on the beach, sadomasochism, and a complete disregard for any of you idiots.

So why should you fear me?

I'm a guy in a mask duh!

Just remember one thing, in a cluster fuck of a match Ataxia is king of getting out of it. I would say that I am surprised but my reputation proceeds me. I always end up in these type of matches where it's always an extra opponent, extreme rules, or just some kind of weird contraption some redneck genius thought was some sort of genius stipulation.

It's my lot in life. So sad, too bad.

So I bet your wondering why I am representing NLW. Well funny story. The two feds I was representing when this was announced have both closed. I guess you could say I'm fed cancer. I hope it spreads to the rest of the wannabe “big” federations in this. I mean I could spend this whole promo talking trash about all of these really crappy feds but the truth is I don't care about any of them.

Hell NLW is a glorified independent federation.

Those of you playing the home game may have just figured out who I am. Oh no!

Again don't care. I had a blast wearing this mask and screwing with people the entire time I was wrestling because wrestlers, just like fans, are fucking stupid.

I'm not even hiding my intentions here. I don't give a damn about this title. I really don't. The only thing I care about doing is making sure you all know who the best is. Does the best man always win? Hell no. The worst man usually does.

That'd be me.

So let's see, aside from being really out of the league of everyone in this damn tournament what else should I talk about? Oh yeah. How about the fact the only guy who actually does say something does a “press conference” promo. Oh I am so intimidated! Egad! Whatever will I do when I deal with press conference man! By the way shit head that was sarcasm. This whole thing is just one glorified joke.

Here comes the punchline “Phoenix”.

Anyone else notice that there has to be at least one person named after that mythological bird in almost every federation? This is usually with the guy who only wins about half of the time. The reason for this is because he is the perpetual underdog who sometimes pulls off some sort of great comeback at the last minute or does the classic “I'll get you next time”.

This will not be the case here.

I'm not here just to beat you. I'm here to make you rethink careers! You got to semi-finals last year? Awwww. I'm so happy for you. Oh my goodness gracious you must be so damn fucking incredible!

It's so nice to meet a certified loser these days. A man who admits his mistakes. A man who says “you know what...I sucked”. That is just so reassuring to my little demented perspective on things. I mean after all I am the sickest little freak you will run across but no worries. A little “Peaceful Tolerance” will go a long way to making you wish to whatever God you pray to that I never thought of signing up for this!

So you think your going to pin me?

Cocky aren't we? That's okay. If I had you package “tiny” I'd have problem dealing with penis envy to.

Oh I'm sorry you didn't get the memo. I'm the guy who doesn't give a damn about what you think is decent in the world. “He's playing mind games with me”. Nope! I seriously am going to do horrible things to you if I can in this match and then in the second round if you make it I hope I get to break your face wide open with a cinder block.

This is where you call your agent and beg him to get your out of this.

Which is probably what Hawkins is doing. I don't blame him. I wouldn't wanna fight me either. See everyone dealt with me before when I was being the nice hero. The good man who wears a mask to live up to that good reputation because he was always seen as a bad guy. You all bought it. That's the sad part. Because let's face facts.

I'm a bad guy, mask or not, and you all should have went with your instincts.

Which means all of you are in for one hell of a beating.

The Messiah Pariah is coming, are you ready for my second coming?

{We fade in on a smoke filled room. One lone green light comes up in the background as we pan around. We see a man hanging on a cross. No not Jesus. It's more like a bad Scarecrow. The figure is Ataxia wearing his bag like zippered maks over his face. He wearing a black suit and tie, black opera gloves, white button up shirt, and black boots. He leans his head up as he looks at us and those yellow pupiled eyes brighten up with delicious glee.}

Ataxia: I'm baccckkk. Did you miss me? Are you wondering who is this mysterious man with a very strange appearance? Some of you, are being introduced to me for the first time. Others know me all to well and just what sort of hell they are going to be put through! This whole thing is all about proving who the best man, best fed, and best all around everything in the wrestleing world. Or is it?

{Ataxia suddenly leaps off the cross and starts walking towards us. He holds up a big silver coin. One side with “Phoenix” written on it and the other side with “Hawkins” written on it. He smiles as he flips the coin and catches it. }

Ataxia: Who will it be? All life is. All it ever will be. Is a game of chance. Maybe it'll be me that fails in the first round. Something tells me I won't. Not because I'm cocky but I know just how good I am under this mask and you little cretins have no damn clue. Oh but I have watched you two. I sent off for the latest matches you were in, in your perspective feds, to see what I was up against. I found both of you to be quite frankly. Lacking.

{He makes the coin disappear and the reappear from behind the ear hole of his mask.}

Ataxia: Does this mean that “The Messiah Pariah” is doubting your skills? No. As far as I am concerned you curtain jerkers have no skills to mention. The question is not which of you is better because it's the same flavor of shit just served in a different glass. The truth is that Ataxia doesn't care which one of you falls as long as it means I move on. I'd like to personally take you both out. Fact is...No one else seems to be competition either so far. That could change though with just a flip of a coin.

{He smiles as chucks the coin into the air and lets it hit the ground in front of him where the smoke covers it so we can't see it.}

Ataxia: Hm. Which one will it be Ataxia? The one who actually talks and can't back up what he says. Or the silent one who might just skip the country to avoid things. Ohhh. That one came up. Damn. I feel so sorry for you mystery man. I'll let you know if my prediction came true or not next week. Because I know I'll be here. Rather or not Phoenix is or Hawkins is. Well. That remains to be seen. AhahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...

{Fade to Gray...}