Stop me.

[Zasshu II]

We open on the image of young man with a crew cut and horn rimmed glasses, he wears a cheap three piece suit and holds a microphone in his hand.

Jordan James: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the first edition of Imperial Access, an all access pass to the real lives of IWF’s superstars and Diamonds. I’m junior interviewer Jordan James ready to give you all the inside details.

Jordan smiles large as he looks down the long corridor of backstage are of the arena.

Jordan James: So the only question right now is who will be the first person to ever appear on my show? IWF Imperial Champion, Alex Jones? Man of Steel Champion, Jake Conway or maybe one of the new young up and comers like Aaron Owens? Your guess is as good as mine that’s the joy of Imperial Access! Anyone can be a guest at any time!

A door opens behind him and Jordan turns excitedly to see Eddie Black marching out of the shared locker room and in his general direction.

Jordan James: Here we go! Eddie! Eddie Black!

Jordan flags down the very disgruntled looking southerner in his a typical attire, a black bandana, camo pants and black shirt.

Eddie: The hell ya h want Jordan?

Jordan James: I was hoping you’d be the first guest on Imperial Access! A show that strives to deliver all the dirty details about IWF’s wrestlers.

Eddie: Yah want the dirty details?

Eddie looks at Jordan like he’s special or something.

Eddie: Does this look like a soap opera to yah? Is my name Docta Sexy? Do yah see me puttin’ my dick into every disgustin’ fuckin’ hole I stumble across until I get what I want?

Jordan hesitates.

Eddie: NO! I’m a professional goddamn wrestler! I’m not another one’a these egotistical sycophants that needs the entire world’s complete an total admiration or I throw a fit like a goddamn child! Yah got that!?

Jordan James: Y-yes…

Eddie: Good. But since ya hear let me go ahead an tell ya one.

Jordan James: O-ok.

Eddie smirks before laying Jordan out with a vicious right hook that immediately separates his lower jaw from the rest of his skull and he goes down like a ton of bricks. Eddie turns to the camera now.

Eddie: Atwater, yay wanna test me boy? Sunday night at Convergence I’m a show you what this good ole boy is capable of when I rip off Aaron Owens head an shit down his neck! Then I’m getting’ the shot I fuckin’ deserve to make Warren Kidd into my personal bitch! Yah tone better change when I’m a goddamn champion or I’m comin’ for you next.

Eddie brushes past the camera and heads down the hall as we turn to look at Jordan laying on the floor gripping his mouth, blood trickling out and a few teeth by his side.

I didn’t wanna be this. Didn’t wanna have to do this. But it’s goddamn clear to me now that the only way to get ahead in this company is ta play dirty. So that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.

Are yah fuckin’ kiddin’ me Owens?

Are yah seriously jerkin’ my chain with this shit? This is the guy Roberto Verona chooses to match me up against for a shot at the Invictus Championship? This whiny piss bag who can’t seem to stop cryin’ long enough to actually set foot in tha ring with me?

Now I know Roberto Verona doesn’t give two flyin’ fucks bout me or anyone else on his roster. So goddamn concerned with givin’ himself title shots before so more deservin’ talent he over looked the fact I already laid this punk bitch out on his back two weeks ago!

By default I am the rightful number one contender an I fuckin’ demand I get what I am owed.

But that ain’t how it’s gonna work, Verona is too busy pullin’ Ace outta his ass to pay attention to me. Too busy to notice he’s hirin’ back talentless loser who couldn’t make an impact with an atom bomb.

TOO FUCKIN’ BUSY TO RUN HIS COMPANY!

Which is perfectly fine for me this week cuz I’m gonna rip some shit to pieces Sunday night. Startin’ with that cry baby bitch Aaron Owens, finishin’ with Warren Kidd an maybe I’ll grab a side of Atwater for good fuckin’ measure.

I’m not gonna beat around the bush son, I don’t give two fucks about you or what you represent. Ya wanna wrestle for the little piss ants in the crowd wearin’ yah newly minted shirt then feel free, once you step into that ring wit me all bets are off an I promise yah.

You’re gonna get hurt.

I been in this company for almost a year an the whole goddamn time I been playin’ second fiddle tah bullshit fuckin’ melodramas an power plays.

IF YAH WANNA TELL A LOVE STORY THEN GET THE FUCK OUTTA IWF!

I wanna wrestle, I wanna win an I wanna be a champion. I want lil’ pieces a shit like yourself to avery your fuckin’ eyes when ya see me comin’ down the hall for fear that I might take your goddamn head off. I don’t want your respect or love, I could give a shit if yah recognize me an all my talent.

I want yah fear.

I want yah to literally piss ya self when yah see my name.

I started my ascension a month ago an it continues Sunday night when I do to you what Spike Kane did to Xavier Cross an carve my name into the foundation of this company with a shattered piece of ya blood soaked bones.

I’m not just gonna beat ya, I’m gonna break ya, I’m gonna rip ya arms outta their sockets, beat ya over the head with’em an then I’m gonna break ya scrawny lil’ fuckin’ neck just because I can.

Yah gonna cry bout that one?

Yah gonna cut another tear soaked promo from a hospital bed bout lettin’ all the lil’ fuckers in the crowd down?

Cry somewhere else, bitch.

See, maybe there was a time a whiny lil’ cunt like yaself could of gone unnoticed until yah made it to the top, maybe there was a time people would a actually cared bout yah but that time is fuckin’ over. Come Monday morning Aaron Owens is gonna be another name on a long list a former employees an MAYBE if yah lucky I’ll leave yah mind intact enough to live a half way decent life.

I’m gonna make this short an sweet for Warren…

I don’t give a damn who trained or what power you serve, Sunday night I’m taken your belt an then I’m taken your career.

An there ain’t a damn thing yah can do to stop me.