The sun crashed into the cliffsides, creating uphill riots of different shades of red. A red curtain had flowed from the horizon, as far as the eye could see. There was no doubt though. Whenever a tragedy was near, the Gods knew of it. The sky only foretold the future, but it only told what others already knew. Beyond Redemption would bring blood, that much was known. Misery was ready for it, and even Stevenson was ready for it. It wouldn't be the first time either of them would experience it, and it wouldn't be the last. However, one thing wasn't known, and that was who would make it worth it. Stevenson with the title, but for the blood he spilt, would he be allowed to walk out retaining the title? Would Misery, the challenger, be able to make his own blood worth it by taking the title home with him? No matter how many people denied it, Stevenson was really to bleed, Misery was willing to bleed, but who would walk away with the title?

"Throughout these months, I never thought, not even once, that I'd be in the preidament that I am in now. Sure, I knew that I'd be headlining Pay-Per-Views and fighting for the Heavyweight title, but I didn't think Stevenson would still have the title. Back at Ultimate War, when I won this briefcase, Stevenson should have never walked away with the title. There was a reason to vote against Stevenson, when Mandy Manson was on the other end of the ring. At BUDmania, when Stevenson ended up against Sean Hunter in the main event, there was a reason to vote against him. However, at this point in time, there is now more than ever a reason to vote against him. Although, I didn't realize I'd be facing another Leaky Format, crying about votes. That was last week, I'm supposed to be beating Drew this week."

Rough waves crashed against the rocks, creating a seemingly endless spray, hitting Misery directly in the face. The day was cold, and the bright red sky was fast becoming gray. The wind on your bare skin would feel like knives, which is why Misery found himself wearing a jacket on the shore. The sand gave off a damp look, maybe because it looked like it was about to rain, and there was definitely moisture in the air, though it was still soft to the touch. The smell of wet dog was apparent. somehow, there wasn't a dog nearby. As the mist went into the air, little pieces of Misery's face paint were beginning to melt away. It was becoming a hassle, face paint was is so unreliable.

Cocking his head towards the camera, "Let's not kid ourselves, everybody is waiting for me to bring a certain event up. Everyone is waiting for me to give comments on last week, so let's just get this out of the way, shalll we? Stevenson lost to White Trash, fair and square, and I could sit here and rub it in his face, but will that do any good? No, it won't. This is a man that not only turned me down for a Heavyweight title shot, but also turned me down for something as simple as a Franchise title shot. Do you really think a man like Drew Stevenson is going to admit his faults, and come clean on losing? Hell no. You can expect accuses such as ones like he was distracted by Dante Cross, despite Dante only being there to take Stryker out. You can expect cheesy lines such as he was having an off week. Hey. That's a step for Stevenson, he admitted that he was having an off week. He deserves some slaps for that one, he's come a long way from claiming to a king."

His voice was almost monotone, and his nature was calm. Odd for someone about to enter what could be the biggest match of their career, for the most prestigious title of their career. He had a way about him though that seemed to say he wasn't afraid, without him actually having tp voice it. He knew Stevenson had fallen from grace this past month, and that Stevenson had yet to realize it. With each denial of a defense, of a match, he got further and further from heaven. Maybe it was because of his injuries, maybe they had put fear into him like no other. The same way someone injured in a car accident would be scared to step into another car. It's a belief that Stevenson has been afraid to step into the ring, and with this past loss to White Trash, his throne is ripe for the taking.

He let out a laugh, but it came out as almost a hackle. "Is that what you tell all of your competitors, Drew? Atleast all the ones that can kick your ass? Let's assess these statements now. The man wants to fire Roxy, the woman who pretty much owns his life inside this company. He wants to fire White Trash, the woman who just kicked his ass and eliminated him from Master of the Domain. He wants to fire Dante Cross, the man who has openly admited Drew is on his hitlist, and Drew knows that's one defense he won't be able to handle. Lastly, he wants to fire me, the one challenger he knows will be able to take that title right out from under him. Why do you think he denied me so many times? It wasn't until this last time that I brought up a possible Heavyweight title match, so why deny my other matches? Why deny my requests for simple one-on-one matches, or my request to fight you for a title that you didn't consider worthy? Why Drew? I'm not even bringing up the fact that you were, indeed, running from my challenges, but I want to hear your excuse. Not these cheesy fake excuses that you think can save you from ass kickings, but a real one. Is it because you knew that you'd get your ass handed to you? Is it because you knew that up against someone like me, you wouldn't stand a chance, that you might actually have to do some work in order to put a win over me? Normally, I wouldn't believe rumors, they're petty. But this is a rumor I have found to be true. Now that I've got you, not only one-on-one...sort of...but also for that title that you hold so dear."

He turned away from the camera for a second, and smirked, not wanting to become another Stevenson. He smirked for Drew's downfall which was so evident. Drew was kicking and scratching, anyone could see that, which meant he knew something was coming, a force, a force he wouldn't be able to handle. He held off for so long, but now? Now he's forced to step into that ring, and even though his butt buddy is the referee, fear is still in his eyes. You know that means something. It's doubtful Drew was even hurt. Not only did it give him an automatic excuse after he lost this match, but it would also give him a better reason to gloat if he won. Just like the match with Kevin Sane, Stevenson tried to play up his so called injury that had returned. If such has occured, a doctor wouldn't have allowed him to even compete, and let's say it did, I don't think Stevenson would ever put himself on the line for this company. Not Drew 'I wrestle when I want' Stevenson.

"So now you're panicing Drew, and you're breaking a sweat. You managed to lose that title just before breaking Dante's record, and now that you have it back, you're trying to do anything to keep it. I don't blame you though. You thought it was yours, and you thought you broke that record. Hell, you went around BUD claiming to already hold the damn record, when you hadn't even broken it yet. Then your foot was shoved in your mouth via Kevin Sane, and the whole world laughed. I don't blame you for trying to do anythiing to keep it, but this is just pathetic Drew. Resorting to low name calling and such, its not befitting to you Drew. Now you're making up stories about how I supposily 'cried and bitched' my way into this match. Oh Drew, again, it's like time has rewound and I am once again facing Leaky. Let's quit with the lowlife act now, can we? We both know story telling doesn't get you anywhere in this buisness, and lies get you less. I asked a simple question, why was Stryker being allowed to pass me up? I see why you would get your panties in a bunch over that whole ordeal though Stevenson. You and Stryker had an alliance the whole time, and with Jimmy as the number one contender, you wouldn't have to defend the title. Sure, you two probably would have put on one convincing act, but you wouldn't have to lift a finger when it came down to actually defending it. I'm sorry I poked a whole in your little plan Drew, but if you want to be looked at as a real champion again, you're going to have to defend that belt like a real champion. I've said it time and time again, but I guess hearing problems are common in this buisness. I earned everything I have received so far, and if you dispute that, then you're only lying to yourself. This was no 'free hand-out' as you claim it to be. If that were so, then that whole ordeal...you know, the one where you and Jimmy decided to reveal that you're lovers...wouldn't have happened. So claiming this shot to be handed to me, is down right ignorant."

No one had ever realized it before, well, maybe they had but just didn't feel like voicing their opinions about it. The fact of the matter is, Drew just isn't that smart, his brain naturally doesn't retain information like regular people. I guess you could say he's a bit special ed. Drew continues with nonsense, making himself look like a fool. This whole thing with Roxy, and how she supposily handed Misery a title shot because the two had sex? First of all, Roxy hates Misery. If Drew was present that night, he would have seen that. The funny part is, he was present, seeing as how he decided to make his presence known a couple time. Misery was turned down for a title shot, and was basically given an ultimatum, so how is Roxy on Misery's side? Exactly.

He rolls his eyes. "I would expect such from you though Drew, I mean, you are the king of hand-outs, are you not? Wasn't it you who walked back into BUD in December, and without even being put to the test inside the ring, you were given a title shot? In your own words, Stevenson, why didn't Roxy just give the shot to Leaky? He earned it. Why not Blaze Inferno? She deserved it more than you did. Naturally though, management gave the golden opportunity to someone worthless and undeserving like you, Drew, and you actually won the damned thing. I guess some undeserving competitors can prove to be deserving, afterall. I know more than you think Drew, and at the moment, your words mean nothing. You're trying to claw yourself out of an impossible situation. That's good, I didn't expect you to give up, I like a challenge, but no that you wouldn't be able to get out of that whole that you dug yourself."

Laying into the sand, "Sorry, maybe I wasn't speaking clearly last week when I explained this whole thing to Leaky. Maybe not even when I explained this to you, Stevenson. I've taken whatever person management has decided to throw at me, and I put their face in the match. I tried to get a hold of you, many times, and once I did, Gypsy and I put your face into the ground as well. So, who is there left to take the spot against you, Drew? If, I'm so undeserving, then who would you rather take the spot, in my place, against you? An easy win, Leaky Format? Oh wait no, I beat him last week, so I guess that puts me ahead of him. Blaze Inferno? Despite the fact that she isn't even here, Leaky has countless wins over her, and as said before, I already beat Leaky? What about your butt buddy, Jimmy Stryker? Well, despite that whole rule about having to be contracted and whatnot, I would gladly take him on, if you'll stop your bitching and moaning. Sane hasn't been around in awhile, why, I wouldn't be able to tell you. I'd take on Dante too if you really thought it nessecary, it really doesn't matter. There was, and still isn't, another being that fits the criteria better than I do, and you can't deny that Drew. Well, who am I kidding? You can, but you won't have any grounds too. I see you all the time saying I'm lower than you, that I don't deserve to share the same ring as you, blah blah blah. But on what grounds do you say this? Let me play lawyer for a second, and ask, where is your proof? You have none, and that what makes you phony, Drew. You talk all this talk, but does it mean anything? No. You're just another version of Leaky."

He let the sand slip through his fingers, a metaphor of sorts. So many times before, he had left Drew slip through his fingers. The Franchise title match, which Drew turned down cause he felt Misery hadn't earned it...while Misery was the number one contender. The Heavyweight title match that Drew turned down, though there was no other worthy upon the horizon. Now he had him. It was simple as that. Even with Stryker in the ring with the two the whole match, Mis had something up his sleeve, and truth be told, he wouldn't let Drew slip through again. As the sand continues going through the openings, without warnings, Misery shuts his fingers, trapping the sand at the top.

He lets his arms sink back into the soft sand, still looking up at the sky. "You're not even denying it anymore, but shouting to the heavens. You even went so far as to say that you have Stryker, backing you up, and I don't have anybody. If this match was supposed to be a one-on-one, then why would Stryker being the guest ref even matter? Exactly. Even now, Drew, you're still trying to play backstage antics and cheat yourself to a win. Now that I have my match with you, you're still trying to run from it. That's typical Drew for you though. I get it. I didn't expect you to play fair Drew, because a leapord can't change his spots, but I didn't expect you to anounce that you wouldn't. First of all, Drew, I do have someone on my side, wether you believe it or not. Unfortunantly, I'm not JUST talking about Lady Andromeda, either. Even without backup of my own, I still don't see the cards on your side. With Jimmy in the same ring, wasn't it our own peers that voted AGAINST you? Seeing as how they did, there must be a reason. I really don't care if your big teddy bear Stryker gets involved, I could care less. The fact of the matter is, the cards aren't on your side, and they never will be, you just haven't noticed it yet."

The sky had become a mixture of grays and reds now, dancing together. It was a sight to see, no doubt. "From a percentage standpoint, I have more of a chance of winning this thing than you realize. I'll let you stay up there Drew, for now. I'll keep you on your high horse, and I'll let you stay atop your pedestal. I'll let you believe that I have absolutley no chance of winning this match, and I won't even dispute the fact. From now on Drew, I surrender full control to you. Yep, you're right Drew, I have no chance of winning this match, 'master'. Oh 'King' please forgive me for challenging you. I'll not dispute your thrown, because when I do take that crown, you won't even know what hit you."

Without warning, Mis rose back up, his back all covered in sand, but he didn't really care.

"You're right about one thing Stevenson, I haven't had time to defend my Franchise title. However, hopefully you have eyes to see why. Don't you understand that I'm trying to be like you Drew? After Kevin beat you, you were left with the Franchise title, so I decided that I wanted it too. After you dropped it to me, you took back the Heavyweight title, so I decided that I had to have that around my waist too. However, when it came to defenses, they were no exception. As Franchise champion, and as the new Heavyweight champion, you have done, and did, nothing to prove you were a worthy champion. You never once defended the Franchise, and ran from your only challenger. It took management to get you to compete in this defense for the Heavyweight. So why should I have to defend my titles, when the 'man carrying BUD', doesn't have too? You can't bring up the fact that I haven't defend it yet, Drew, because you never did, and up until this point, you haven't defended the Heavyweight either."

He shook his hair, and sand went flying everywhere. "You know how long the fall is, don't you Drew? You took the plunge once before, and now, you're being threatened to take the plunge again. Don't worry about me Drew, I can handle myself, and if I happen to take that fall, I can assure you that it won't hurt me as much as it hurt you. You must have landed on your head, because after you fell, you started saying crazy things like you carried BUD, and you made this company. Maybe another trip down to the bottom will set you straight, eh Drew?"

He stood up, and began brushing himself off a bit. That was one bad part about the beach. While you loved being there, you hated leaving. Not simply because you had to leave, but rather because of the sand, it never seemed to go away.

He stopped, pointing a finger at the camera, "Now here's some advice for you."

"Shine that belt up real nice, and enjoy your last feel days of carrying it around. Savor the feeling of it's weight on your shoulder, and memorize the texture of the gold plate. Kiss that pretty little wife of you, and you should probably save up whatever you earn as champion, so you won't be broke for those twins. Lastly, try and remember the good times you had as champion, because you won't have anymore."

His face, or half of it rather, went into a half smile, with the other half of his face remaing still. He waved at the camera, raising his eyebrows. Hmm...obviously things had just gotten a bit more interesting.

Blackout.