Insert this tape and wonder where I am.

So I've driven you over the edge. You losing it slowly. Falling into this madness.

Good. Because right now I want you to listen. I want you to understand why this is happening to you. I want you to see why I am doing to you. Oh you want to talk about how you are insane. Fuck you. You aren't insane. You are just finally waking the fuck up.

There is no god.

There is no Redd.

There is just you and I.

And I am fucking with you to prove a point. You represent SFT. You were once this bastion of greatness. You were this moral, great hero people looked to for inspiration. Then slowly the sickness took hold. Let's say for a moment that you are Redd. That means you are responsible for everything that I have done. Let's say that you are the only sane one and everyone else thinks you are nuts. No one gives a damn.

Hell...I've made a career out of being crazy.

Seriously the whole thing that you are trying to pull is cute. This madness that is slowly driving you mad. Let's be honest here. If anyone really believed it you wouldn't be here. Even Shadow isn't that stupid and I know Fluffy can't take anymore risk after me. The thing you have to see as the most hilarious punchline to me is you being the number one contender for this title. You are losing your mind. All I have to do to beat you is totally fuck with your head.

And even if you win...SFT loses.

Why? Because as much as you all hate me. I'm a better champion than someone who can't tell if he is living a lie or not. I know I am. This mask is a lie. This whole facade is a lie. Hell. If you want the truth. Certain people who hate each other are actually best friends outside of the ring. Spoiler alert are all getting screwed.

This whole thing is a lie. This whole championship is a lie.!

The only truth is what we show you. The only hope you have is what I give you. I am the truth. I am the light in the darkness. I am the one that you all have deserved to save you from yourselves. This whole crisis that SFT is in is not a fight for it's survival. It's the last dying breath of a whiny rabid dog and I'm the man to put it out of it's misery.

Am I suppose to care that you are losing your mind?

Am I suppose to give two fucks about Saint Jude?

Never going to happen. If you are the harbinger of the doom of this place then it is only fitting that you be one to fall at my feet.

Don't worry. I'm going to make it easy on you.

I'm going to give you someone you want to fight in that ring. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...

{We fade in on Ataxia sitting on a rooftop. He stares off into the sunset as night falls. Behind him we see Miranda Steel staring at him.}

Miranda Steel: You going to stand there all night or are you going to jump?

Ataxia:We could go get married right now.

Miranda Steel: My father would kill you.

Ataxia: He's no more your father than he is a mentor to me. He hates me. Yet he dangles my life on a string.

Miranda Steel: Your life? I thought you wanted to give this up at some point. Be your own man?

Ataxia: This is who I am.

Miranda Steel: Then you are going to have to play his game. You can win it. You just have to think of how to beat him.

Ataxia: I don't want to beat him.

Miranda Steel: You want what? Him to accept you? Trent Steel has never even accepted me as a real wrestler or anything else other than the one child who hasn't betrayed him at one point. He is unable to trust. He is unable to care the same way that you and I do. The sad part is that you are more human behind that mask than he ever was with it off.

Ataxia: We could leave this all behind. We could walk away. Tell me I can...

Miranda Steel: Would you be happy?

Ataxia: No.

Miranda Steel: Then you know my answer.

Ataxia: Then you better go before he finds out you saw me.

Miranda Steel: And what are you going to do?

Ataxia: Your father and I are going to have a long chat.

{Fade to black...}