Next.Match: N/A Record: 00 - 00 - 00 AWC.Acheivements: N/A OOC: Here's the rp that I was talking about earlier on the OOC board. It didn't turn out the way I expected but whatever. This is the way it turned out

Running From The Past {Part 3}/ Mistaking The Future

P E R S O N

Laz has recently had a run in with a character from his past. He has no idea if it really is his brother, who has sacrificed his life to save Laz, or if it is just some person trying to toy with his emotions, and get inside his head. At first Laz thought it might be some one from his match that was less than a week away. The only problem with that was, how could somebody get all of this information from his past. How could somebody know what happened that night, how could somebody know the things that he has been through? There would be no way of knowing who it would be. Its a scary thought actually. Knowing that somebody out there knows as much about you as you do, maybe even things you yourself don't even know. These are the things that Laz thinks about as he walks towards the beach in the middle of the night. His sandels he has been wearing touch the sand and he slips them off. His feet are engulfed by the white sand of the shore. Laz stumbels towards the water, overcome with grief, sorrow, confusion, and amazement. He strips off everything but his boxers and then walks into the cold water. He just keeps walking farther out into the blackened sea. When he finally gets far enough he plunges himself into the water and just sinks to the bottom. He closes his eyes and wishes he could just drown right there, and he almost does, but something pulls him up. Laz is pulled up and thrown onto a boat as he opens his eyes. Salt water from his face rushes downward into his mouth and Laz swallows it without caring. He then gets up and wonders who pulled him up. He realizes his suroundings aren't what they used to be. Had he drifted somewhere else when he was under water? There seems to be come kind of festival or carnival going on by the shore. Laz then realizes the figure standing next to him. He looks up and notices the man is wearing a yello rain coat and is carrying a bundel of fish. Laz then looks into his face and is stunned by what he sees "Damn teenagers! They have this carnival every year and they always have the same rules. No drinking and no going near the water! Yet they still have punks like you who don't listen! This be my territory and if I hadn't pulled you onto my boat then you would have drowned! Look at yourself, drunk to the bones!" Said the man who had obviously pulled Laz onto the boat. But this wasn't just an ordinary sailor, this was Loki who he was staring at. As he stared into those misty eyes Laz wanted to feel hatred but he only felt confusion towards the man "B-B-B-But how are you here? It makes no sence. Shouldn't you be somewhere else like training or something" Loki suddenly changes and it now looks just like his dad "What the hell! What happened? But you died. I saw you, right in front of my eyes!" Laz was now pleading towards the man and tugging on his yellow raincoat "Ha! Your more drunk than I thought! I have but five children who are still youngens compared to you. I have John, Ashley, Jessica, Shawn, and Peter. I have never seen you before in my life" The man responded to Laz's plea with a laugh. The sailor was used to this, he obviously had picked up plenty of drunken teens in his career. It hads become sort of expected of him, whenever a teen got drunk and fell into the sea, he was there to pick them up. It was sort of his unspoken duty Laz was sort of confused at this point. He thought for sure this would be his dad but this man was saying he wasn't. This man was saying he has five children and none of them are Laz's siblings. Could it be possible that Laz has mistaken this man for his dead father? "You are Alex Rivers aren't you?" Suddenly his face changes again "or Loki?" "Nope, I can't say that I am, and I have never heard that name before either. The name is Alec Divers but some call me Moki. I'm sorry you're not who you think I am kid, but you are drunk. Let's get you back to shore before you start calling me mommy" The man then walked around the boat and out of sight. Apparently going to the wheel of the boat to steer around toward the shore. The world suddenly sorta stops and Laz starts to speak "You know it's very funny Loki, how you say all of these things on peoples lives and how nobody wants to hear bout their sad story, when you yourself tell a story everytime you come onto the scene. You claim people don't want to hear about our lives, our problems, if I do remember myself you have talked to yourself in before. Is this the sort of stuff you were talking about? You know we have a word for this, it's called being a hypocrite. You say that the AWC is not some soap opera, but you yourself make it seem just that. You trying to deal with your idiotic and physcotic self. Yeah, it's true I too have some problems, and it might make the AWC seem like a soap opera, but that's just the way it is. You too Loki, are making the AWC just what you had said you didn't want me or Braedon to make it. It's sad watching you try to find some dirt on us, try to bring us down, and try to make us seem corrupted in the human eye. It's pitiful how you fail so easily. You also state that the AWC and wreslting in general is not a freakshow, yet your continue to paint your face and make yourself look like more of a freak. Is this some sort of carnival for you? Is wreslting just a game in kindergarden you play with face paint, Loki? Well it isn't to me, and this fact makes you more of a hypocrite. You claim that wrestling isn't some sort of freakshow, yet you are the biggest freak here. I once said that you and I were alike Loki, I had once said that it would be like facing myself in this match, but now I see diffrently. Do you know what I see in you now that you have shown yourself to me? I see that you are fake. I see that you are a hypocrite. You stand against everything you are, and tyr to play it against his opponents if they are anything like he is. This makes no sence, and do you know what this says to me? It says that you are lost inside yourself, and that will be your downfall. I have tried to understand your ways Loki but it is just impossible to make anything out of your nonsence. I used to have respect for you Loki, I used to think that you were my best competition in here. I also used to think that if we were to ever join forces, we would always be on the same page, and always be a great team. Now, all of the respect is gone. All of the competition from you is gone, and especially the partnership is gone. It would be so much clearer for me if you would just explain your actions. What makes you say all of these things, that turn out to be what you are? I will probably find the answers to these questions sooner then I think. The question I will probably find out soon enough, would be, what makes you tick?" With Laz's ending words, the world starts to move again It takes awhile but the boat finally reaches the boat and Laz finally realizes just how much his soroundings have changed. People are running around everywhere and there are freaky people. A girl with a bird, a small man, a guy walking on his hands with his head still at the top. In the center of the whole thing is a big tent like a circus tent. Laz hears a familiar voice and walks over to a booth that is surounded by people "Now all of you watch as I attempt to lift up this car" says the man that looks exactly like Crevan. Laz kind of gasps but at the same time wonders if this could really be Craven. He had been wrong about his dad, but this looked so real. "All raise your hand if you think that I will be able to lift up this car" Some people raise their hands but some don't think that Crevan will be able to lift it. But he does infact lift the car. Of course, not the whole car off the ground, but he lifts it from one side and it comes off the ground. The people awe in amazement of the strength of Crevan. He slams the car back down "Those of you who didn't raise their hands should learn not to underestimate people, especially me" Most people leave but Laz moves closer to Crevan. Crevan notices that Laz has not left and he walks over to him "Whoa, I didn't know you were so strong, I'm scared now" Laz says to Crevan with a laugh "I'm sorry, uhh...do I know you?" Crevan looks at him confused and downs about three fourthes of a water bottle. He then sprays the rest of the wate bottle over his muscles to make them glisten in the moon light. Laz looks at him in his eyes and Crevan still has that confused look on his face. "You're playing with me right?" Laz gives him a friendly slap on the shoulder "No, I'm not playing with you" Crevan gives Laz a friendly slap on the shoulder that knocks Laz down. Laz gets back up and acts like nothing happened. He looks around nervously and sees if anybody noticed what just happened. It looks as though nobody has noticed, so he continues on "Sure you do. You would be Craven, one of the like five people that I am set to go up against at Genesis" Crevan looks at him wierd and Laz thinks that this guy must think he is crazy "Right?" "No, not really. I have been in this carnival/circus type thing for awhile now. Maybe your getting me confused with this Crevan, my name is Traven" responds the man now known as Traven "Oh ok, I'm sorry Trevan. I must have confused you with someone else. I haven't been myself lately" "It's alright man, I can't say it happens all the time, because it doesn't, but I guess there is a first time for everything" "Yeah, well, could you tell me where the next show is?" "Yeah there are the some acts all around, most of them are still going on. It's getting late though, so you better hurry. Then the big event starts in the tent over there" Traven points to the places where all of the acts are to be performed. Laz knods with every act that Traven mentions. Then Trevan goes into his dark single tent, leaving Laz alone. But Laz still shouts at him as he leaves "Thanks for all your help uhh...Trevan" Laz doesn't hear any answer but he doesn't expect to hear any answer either. Laz just turns from the now empty booth of the man that he thinks just might be the strongest man in the world. Maybe not the strongest man in the world, but the strongest man he has ever seen anyway. All of the memories of Crevan suddenly start to come back and the world around him seems to stop. "Ok hold up here, didn't that guy look just like Crevan? I was sure that was him but then I figured out that his name was...Trevan. Hmmm...interesting. Then there was that fishermen that looked exactly like my dad, Alex Rivers, but he turned out to be Alex Divers? This is just to strange, I don't even know where I am right now. But I do know that the man that I was talking too, was definently not Craven. Do you know how I know? I know because if I would have come up to him he would have tried to break my arm, just like that one guy he attacked earlier. The key word there would be 'try' because although the guy in this place may be strong and look like Crevan, the real Crevan coudn't even touch sprain my arm, let alone break it. Crevan, you seem to have a lot of fun attacking guys that have nothing to do with wrestling. Guys whose job would be to play an enterance music, or hold the camera, or dry clean the wrestlers outfits. People that have no idea what the hell to do if they were to step into the ring with a real wrestler. Yet you think you are a big man attacking these people. You think you are the toughest man on earth by almost breaking a fifteen year old boys arm. Do you take pleasure in knowing that you are able to kick a boys ass who isn't even old enough to drink yet? I know I would definently feel proud of that one...if I were you that is. On the other hand, if you were a real wrestler like Andrew Blake, Genocide, or people of that caliber, you would think it a disgrace to even lay a hand on an adolencent. People of my status don't think highly of it either, but if the person ticks us off enough, we just might slip. Then you have people like you Craven, people who don't feel good about yourself so you have to attack people who are in highschool. Let me tell you something Crevan, people like you are better off in a match with a fifteen year old, so that way they will win without getting hurt. If you step into this ring Craven, you will be beaten into oblivion, you have no idea what you are getting yourself into. I almost feel sorry for you, you might even leave the ring on a stretcher. Wait....ok, that was me caring about your well being. I stopped caring if other people come out of matches with me all right, right after I sent my tag team partner to the hospital in a match for the SEE World Television Championship. It makes me laugh for you to compare people in this match to a fifteen year old kid, saying we could be lying on the ground with a broken arm. Yeah, we could be lying on the ground with a broken arm, but you wouldn't be the one who broke it. Crevan, one more thing, what gives you the right to say that the girls in this match aren't worth anything? Personally, I think the girls are the biggest competitors in this match. People like Breadon Othello Adelle are more men like then people like you, will ever be" Laz walks over to the booth where Trevan had pointed too. The one where there was liking a flaming family or something like that. As soon as he gets there he is stunned by what he sees. There in the center "Breadon Orthello Adelle, ha! You think your so tough, you say your the shit when really you aren't worth shit. You say you deserve this title more than anybody else because you have been working your whole career for this? Well let me ask you something Braedon, what the hell have the rest of us been working for?! What the hell have Loki, Crevan, Erin, and myself been working for if not for this very moment in history? Who are you to decide what we are working for and wether or not our drive is great enough to achieve what we are desiring! What makes you think a little power hungry slut like yourself has any power or authority to decide who deserve to have this title around their waist more?! It is beyond me why you claim to be the best, and claim to deserve this title more when you know nothing of the people you are in this cell with. I don't care who you have been trained by and I dont care who you have been in the ring with. Have you ever been in the ring with me? Have you ever stepped into the ring to find yourself staring into my eyes?! No, you haven't! So don't give me this your the best bullshit because you don't know me, or anybody else in this ring for that matter. No, I take that back, you might know somebody in this match, but you sure as hell don't know me. Then there is this one thing on your website that says you know pain, and this match will cause you no pain! What a load of crap Braedon, even I didn't expect you to stoop so low to start lying on the internet. I know about pain also Braedon, and you weren't in SEE so you wouldn't know that fact would you? I made that fact clear that I knew pain on a first name basis when I stepped into the King Of The Hill match. I know how to make pain and I know how to break pain. This ability might come into your hands also Braedon, but don't give me this thing about how you will feel no pain, because everybody feels pain! One of my methods of pain back in that match was that pain is unpreventable. Meaning that there is no way to espcape pain Braedon, and you never will! You must be more blonde than I thought you were Braedon, you say you spend as much time as you can at the gym? Days, nights, anything right? Wow, that's impressive, but what you fail to realize is that everybody in this match is doing the same thing as you are. Everybody is training harder than they ever have before, what you fail to realize is that everybody wants this title as much as you do. Then you have the nerve to tell everybody they don't me measure up to you? Which brings me back to the fact that you don't know me, and you don't know what I am capable of. Then you call me a loser and then don't give me my own category like everybody else. Let's get some facts straight Braedon, one thing is that am I not nor have I ever been a loser, and the second is more of a question. Are you scared Braedon? Are you scared of me? Are you so scared of me that you pretend that I hardly exist in this match? I think you are. I think your scared because you know the truth. The truth of the only real loser in this match...is you"

Next.Match: N/A Record: 00 - 00 - 00 AWC.Acheivements: N/A OOC: Here's the rp that I was talking about earlier on the OOC board. It didn't turn out the way I expected but whatever. This is the way it turned out

Mistaking The Future

P E R S O N

Laz has recently had a run in with a character from his past. He has no idea if it really is his brother, who has sacrificed his life to save Laz, or if it is just some person trying to toy with his emotions, and get inside his head. At first Laz thought it might be some one from his match that was less than a week away. The only problem with that was, how could somebody get all of this information from his past. How could somebody know what happened that night, how could somebody know the things that he has been through? There would be no way of knowing who it would be. Its a scary thought actually. Knowing that somebody out there knows as much about you as you do, maybe even things you yourself don't even know. These are the things that Laz thinks about as he walks towards the beach in the middle of the night. His sandels he has been wearing touch the sand and he slips them off. His feet are engulfed by the white sand of the shore. Laz stumbels towards the water, overcome with grief, sorrow, confusion, and amazement. He strips off everything but his boxers and then walks into the cold water. He just keeps walking farther out into the blackened sea. When he finally gets far enough he plunges himself into the water and just sinks to the bottom. He closes his eyes and wishes he could just drown right there, and he almost does, but something pulls him up. Laz is pulled up and thrown onto a boat as he opens his eyes. Salt water from his face rushes downward into his mouth and Laz swallows it without caring. He then gets up and wonders who pulled him up. He realizes his suroundings aren't what they used to be. Had he drifted somewhere else when he was under water? There seems to be come kind of festival or carnival going on by the shore. Laz then realizes the figure standing next to him. He looks up and notices the man is wearing a yello rain coat and is carrying a bundel of fish. Laz then looks into his face and is stunned by what he sees "Damn teenagers! They have this carnival every year and they always have the same rules. No drinking and no going near the water! Yet they still have punks like you who don't listen! This be my territory and if I hadn't pulled you onto my boat then you would have drowned! Look at yourself, drunk to the bones!" Said the man who had obviously pulled Laz onto the boat. But this wasn't just an ordinary sailor, this was Loki who he was staring at. As he stared into those misty eyes Laz wanted to feel hatred but he only felt confusion towards the man "B-B-B-But how are you here? It makes no sence. Shouldn't you be somewhere else like training or something" Loki suddenly changes and it now looks just like his dad "What the hell! What happened? But you died. I saw you, right in front of my eyes!" Laz was now pleading towards the man and tugging on his yellow raincoat "Ha! Your more drunk than I thought! I have but five children who are still youngens compared to you. I have John, Ashley, Jessica, Shawn, and Peter. I have never seen you before in my life" The man responded to Laz's plea with a laugh. The sailor was used to this, he obviously had picked up plenty of drunken teens in his career. It hads become sort of expected of him, whenever a teen got drunk and fell into the sea, he was there to pick them up. It was sort of his unspoken duty Laz was sort of confused at this point. He thought for sure this would be his dad but this man was saying he wasn't. This man was saying he has five children and none of them are Laz's siblings. Could it be possible that Laz has mistaken this man for his dead father? "You are Alex Rivers aren't you?" Suddenly his face changes again "or Loki?" "Nope, I can't say that I am, and I have never heard that name before either. The name is Alec Divers but some call me Moki. I'm sorry you're not who you think I am kid, but you are drunk. Let's get you back to shore before you start calling me mommy" The man then walked around the boat and out of sight. Apparently going to the wheel of the boat to steer around toward the shore. The world suddenly sorta stops and Laz starts to speak "You know it's very funny Loki, how you say all of these things on peoples lives and how nobody wants to hear bout their sad story, when you yourself tell a story everytime you come onto the scene. You claim people don't want to hear about our lives, our problems, if I do remember myself you have talked to yourself in before. Is this the sort of stuff you were talking about? You know we have a word for this, it's called being a hypocrite. You say that the AWC is not some soap opera, but you yourself make it seem just that. You trying to deal with your idiotic and physcotic self. Yeah, it's true I too have some problems, and it might make the AWC seem like a soap opera, but that's just the way it is. You too Loki, are making the AWC just what you had said you didn't want me or Braedon to make it. It's sad watching you try to find some dirt on us, try to bring us down, and try to make us seem corrupted in the human eye. It's pitiful how you fail so easily. You also state that the AWC and wreslting in general is not a freakshow, yet your continue to paint your face and make yourself look like more of a freak. Is this some sort of carnival for you? Is wreslting just a game in kindergarden you play with face paint, Loki? Well it isn't to me, and this fact makes you more of a hypocrite. You claim that wrestling isn't some sort of freakshow, yet you are the biggest freak here. I once said that you and I were alike Loki, I had once said that it would be like facing myself in this match, but now I see diffrently. Do you know what I see in you now that you have shown yourself to me? I see that you are fake. I see that you are a hypocrite. You stand against everything you are, and tyr to play it against his opponents if they are anything like he is. This makes no sence, and do you know what this says to me? It says that you are lost inside yourself, and that will be your downfall. I have tried to understand your ways Loki but it is just impossible to make anything out of your nonsence. I used to have respect for you Loki, I used to think that you were my best competition in here. I also used to think that if we were to ever join forces, we would always be on the same page, and always be a great team. Now, all of the respect is gone. All of the competition from you is gone, and especially the partnership is gone. It would be so much clearer for me if you would just explain your actions. What makes you say all of these things, that turn out to be what you are? I will probably find the answers to these questions sooner then I think. The question I will probably find out soon enough, would be, what makes you tick?" With Laz's ending words, the world starts to move again It takes awhile but the boat finally reaches the boat and Laz finally realizes just how much his soroundings have changed. People are running around everywhere and there are freaky people. A girl with a bird, a small man, a guy walking on his hands with his head still at the top. In the center of the whole thing is a big tent like a circus tent. Laz hears a familiar voice and walks over to a booth that is surounded by people "Now all of you watch as I attempt to lift up this car" says the man that looks exactly like Crevan. Laz kind of gasps but at the same time wonders if this could really be Craven. He had been wrong about his dad, but this looked so real. "All raise your hand if you think that I will be able to lift up this car" Some people raise their hands but some don't think that Crevan will be able to lift it. But he does infact lift the car. Of course, not the whole car off the ground, but he lifts it from one side and it comes off the ground. The people awe in amazement of the strength of Crevan. He slams the car back down "Those of you who didn't raise their hands should learn not to underestimate people, especially me" Most people leave but Laz moves closer to Crevan. Crevan notices that Laz has not left and he walks over to him "Whoa, I didn't know you were so strong, I'm scared now" Laz says to Crevan with a laugh "I'm sorry, uhh...do I know you?" Crevan looks at him confused and downs about three fourthes of a water bottle. He then sprays the rest of the wate bottle over his muscles to make them glisten in the moon light. Laz looks at him in his eyes and Crevan still has that confused look on his face. "You're playing with me right?" Laz gives him a friendly slap on the shoulder "No, I'm not playing with you" Crevan gives Laz a friendly slap on the shoulder that knocks Laz down. Laz gets back up and acts like nothing happened. He looks around nervously and sees if anybody noticed what just happened. It looks as though nobody has noticed, so he continues on "Sure you do. You would be Craven, one of the like five people that I am set to go up against at Genesis" Crevan looks at him wierd and Laz thinks that this guy must think he is crazy "Right?" "No, not really. I have been in this carnival/circus type thing for awhile now. Maybe your getting me confused with this Crevan, my name is Traven" responds the man now known as Traven "Oh ok, I'm sorry Trevan. I must have confused you with someone else. I haven't been myself lately" "It's alright man, I can't say it happens all the time, because it doesn't, but I guess there is a first time for everything" "Yeah, well, could you tell me where the next show is?" "Yeah there are the some acts all around, most of them are still going on. It's getting late though, so you better hurry. Then the big event starts in the tent over there" Traven points to the places where all of the acts are to be performed. Laz knods with every act that Traven mentions. Then Trevan goes into his dark single tent, leaving Laz alone. But Laz still shouts at him as he leaves "Thanks for all your help uhh...Trevan" Laz doesn't hear any answer but he doesn't expect to hear any answer either. Laz just turns from the now empty booth of the man that he thinks just might be the strongest man in the world. Maybe not the strongest man in the world, but the strongest man he has ever seen anyway. All of the memories of Crevan suddenly start to come back and the world around him seems to stop. "Ok hold up here, didn't that guy look just like Crevan? I was sure that was him but then I figured out that his name was...Trevan. Hmmm...interesting. Then there was that fishermen that looked exactly like my dad, Alex Rivers, but he turned out to be Alex Divers? This is just to strange, I don't even know where I am right now. But I do know that the man that I was talking too, was definently not Craven. Do you know how I know? I know because if I would have come up to him he would have tried to break my arm, just like that one guy he attacked earlier. The key word there would be 'try' because although the guy in this place may be strong and look like Crevan, the real Crevan coudn't even touch sprain my arm, let alone break it. Crevan, you seem to have a lot of fun attacking guys that have nothing to do with wrestling. Guys whose job would be to play an enterance music, or hold the camera, or dry clean the wrestlers outfits. People that have no idea what the hell to do if they were to step into the ring with a real wrestler. Yet you think you are a big man attacking these people. You think you are the toughest man on earth by almost breaking a fifteen year old boys arm. Do you take pleasure in knowing that you are able to kick a boys ass who isn't even old enough to drink yet? I know I would definently feel proud of that one...if I were you that is. On the other hand, if you were a real wrestler like Andrew Blake, Genocide, or people of that caliber, you would think it a disgrace to even lay a hand on an adolencent. People of my status don't think highly of it either, but if the person ticks us off enough, we just might slip. Then you have people like you Craven, people who don't feel good about yourself so you have to attack people who are in highschool. Let me tell you something Crevan, people like you are better off in a match with a fifteen year old, so that way they will win without getting hurt. If you step into this ring Craven, you will be beaten into oblivion, you have no idea what you are getting yourself into. I almost feel sorry for you, you might even leave the ring on a stretcher. Wait....ok, that was me caring about your well being. I stopped caring if other people come out of matches with me all right, right after I sent my tag team partner to the hospital in a match for the SEE World Television Championship. It makes me laugh for you to compare people in this match to a fifteen year old kid, saying we could be lying on the ground with a broken arm. Yeah, we could be lying on the ground with a broken arm, but you wouldn't be the one who broke it. Crevan, one more thing, what gives you the right to say that the girls in this match aren't worth anything? Personally, I think the girls are the biggest competitors in this match. People like Breadon Othello Adelle are more men like then people like you, will ever be" Laz walks over to one of the boothes that Crevan, or Trevan, had pointed too. Laz couldn't really see what was going on but there was definently something exciting going on here. There were a lot of ooooos and aweeees. There was also a baton being thrown up every once in awhile, and there was a light of some sort coming from it. There was a big crowd here and Laz couldn't see what it was though. Laz clears a path to see what is going on and bumps into somebody "Hey! Watch what your doing! I'm trying to watch the show!" says the man who he bumped into. Laz couldn't see his face because it was dark, but there was a little light from the event that Laz sees glimpses of hia face "Oh, Im sorry, can you tell me whats going on over there? I just arrived and saw people over in this area, so I don't exactly know whats going on" Laz tried to be friendly with the man. In the dim light Laz could see he wasn't to happy, but as soon as he said that his face turned into a smile "Oh ok I'm sorry, this right here is the best show you will ever see here. The two hottest girl in this event, playing with fire, now that is hot" The man was now smiling at Laz expecting him to smile back so Laz does "I don't suppose you know any of their names" Laz was now trying to get the man to tell him their names. If they were the two hottest girls here, Laz had to know their names to have a shot with them "Sure I do, how could I forget them. There's Headon Lothello Radelle..." With the mention of that name, the world stop again and Laz begins to speak "Wait! Now didn't that just sound like Breadon Othello Adelle? Whoa, did you hear that ha! She think your so tough, you say your the shit when really you aren't worth shit. You say you deserve this title more than anybody else because you have been working your whole career for this? Well let me ask you something Braedon, what the hell have the rest of us been working for?! What the hell have Loki, Crevan, Erin, and myself been working for if not for this very moment in history? Who are you to decide what we are working for and wether or not our drive is great enough to achieve what we are desiring! What makes you think a little power hungry slut like yourself has any power or authority to decide who deserve to have this title around their waist more?! It is beyond me why you claim to be the best, and claim to deserve this title more when you know nothing of the people you are in this cell with. I don't care who you have been trained by and I dont care who you have been in the ring with. Have you ever been in the ring with me? Have you ever stepped into the ring to find yourself staring into my eyes?! No, you haven't! So don't give me this your the best bullshit because you don't know me, or anybody else in this ring for that matter. No, I take that back, you might know somebody in this match, but you sure as hell don't know me. Then there is this one thing on your website that says you know pain, and this match will cause you no pain! What a load of crap Braedon, even I didn't expect you to stoop so low to start lying on the internet. I know about pain also Braedon, and you weren't in SEE so you wouldn't know that fact would you? I made that fact clear that I knew pain on a first name basis when I stepped into the King Of The Hill match. I know how to make pain and I know how to break pain. This ability might come into your hands also Braedon, but don't give me this thing about how you will feel no pain, because everybody feels pain! One of my methods of pain back in that match was that pain is unpreventable. Meaning that there is no way to espcape pain Braedon, and you never will! You must be more blonde than I thought you were Braedon, you say you spend as much time as you can at the gym? Days, nights, anything right? Wow, that's impressive, but what you fail to realize is that everybody in this match is doing the same thing as you are. Everybody is training harder than they ever have before, what you fail to realize is that everybody wants this title as much as you do. Then you have the nerve to tell everybody they don't me measure up to you? Which brings me back to the fact that you don't know me, and you don't know what I am capable of. Then you call me a loser and then don't give me my own category like everybody else. Let's get some facts straight Braedon, one thing is that am I not nor have I ever been a loser, and the second is more of a question. Are you scared Braedon? Are you scared of me? Are you so scared of me that you pretend that I hardly exist in this match? I think you are. I think your scared because you know the truth. The truth of the only real loser in this match...is you" The world soon continues and the man continues his sentence "and Serin Clarista" The world stops for one last time because Laz has heard another familiar name "Wow, I really can not believe this, everyone from the Hell in A Cell Match seemes to be here, but then again they seem not to be here. First there was Loki, who was actually Moki the fisherman with five children. Then we had Craven, who was actually Traven the strongest man in the world. Then we had Bradeon Othello Adelle, who was actually Haedon Lothello Radelle the twirling flaming botan thrower. Now we have another twirling flaming botan throwe who is Erin Arista, but is actually Erin Arista. Erin seems to be the woman who is dreaming about the impossible. She dreams about becoming the first ever AWC North Atlantic Champion, and she dreams about becoming the first ever woman AWC North Atlantic Champion for that matter. I mean I know people can dream about some biazarre shit, but this goes beyond bizarre. Miss Like, the first North Atlantic Champion.'If I won the North Atlantic Championships, would they like still doubt me? I bet! and I liek totally bet that Braedon would like so blame somebody else, and I am going to so throw it in her face that I am a champion' Come on people, do we really want a champion that includes the words like, totally, and so, in every single sentence? Ha! Erin has the nerve to tell me that I am a waste of time? Please, Erin, your a waste of brains. The only reason you are in this match is for the looks Erin. The owners want to show people where you belong, on your back. You probably had some real fun talking with Genocide over your contract. I bet you told him you'd throw in an extra blow job if you got to be in the first match for the North Atlantic Championship. Ha, ha, ha! Erin claims that all I ever talk about is my darkness and my demons. Well it seems to me that I am talking about you at this very moment Erin. Apparently you are my darkness Erin, you are my demons Erin. If this was true, I would probably be jumping up and down in a mini-skirt yelling 'If you win the game for me, I'll fuck you in the locker room! Wooo! Go team!' Do you see me doing those rediculous things Erin? No, you don't! The only thing you will ever be good for Erin, is taking care of sexual needs" Something happens that Laz wasn't expecting, instead of the world switching back. The world has changed into a rainy storming world with nobody outside. Laz is the only one outside and he is drenched in the rain. Laz notices a figure standing by the tree. He looks over and it is Loki. The figure switches in Crevan. The figure switches again and it turns into Braedon. Then the figure switches one last time to Erin. The figure then starts the transformation all over again getting faster with each switch. Laz brings out his pocket knife and throws it at the figure, causing it to disappear into thin air. Laz walks over and leans his head against the tree, as the scene fads