Tag Titles (JMC (c) and Hayden (c) vs Beno and Blade)

[blade13]

The scene opens up inside WPW's Blade LaVigne's lockeroom. Blade enters the room holding two suitcases. LaVigne is dressed in blue jeans and a black WPW t-shirt. Blade lets the suitcases drop to the floor and walks right towards the leather couch. Blade falls into the couch. LaVigne raises his head and looks into the camera. Blade looks upset as he begins to speak.

Blade LaVigne: Home sweet home. I would rather be here instead of behind bars during Christmas Eve. But I still can not get what happen last week out of my head. Why me? What did I do to deserve this?

Why would Sal think that I am the one stalking his daughter? It doesn't make sense. I don't even know her name or what she looks like? Is she attractive? No, I don't want to know that. I just want to say this Sal. I did not and would not do such a thing. Seriously. Why would I? I thought we were somewhat friends. Sal, you think what you want but I was not stalking your daughter. It was someone else, someone that likes playing mind games because they obviously got into your head and they made it look like I did it. Someone who has a history with the both of us...I want to find out.

Now, I am not going to let this issue distract me. This week on Turmoil, my uncle Beno and I have a huge opportunity. We have another chance to obtain those WE tag team titles. Beno and I had many shots, many shots. One shot which was at Redemption. We are not going to stop fighting for those titles. A chance like this does not come very often, so Beno and I must give our all if we want to win against James Cassius and Michael Hayden. The current champions. Beno and I are lucky, we are given so many tag title shots, yet we continue to let the titles slip each time...Not this time. We can not continue to lose these big matches. We were handed this shot and we must do whatever it takes to win this time.

Blade pauses to catch his breath before continueing.

Blade LaVigne: It's time for change. My losing ways need to stop and I need to be treated with respect. No more shall I be put down and unappreciated. I am the future of this company and it is my time to step up and rise above the rest. No more shall I fight on the bottom of the cards. I've been here from the start and it is about time people realize that I have the talent to beat whoever steps in my way. I now realize confidence was the missing piece to my success. I always put myself down and I never walked into my matches with confidence. That changes from now on. No more telling myself I'll lose. I need to tell myself that I'll win. It is time for me to make an impact.

James Cassius or JMC for short. You are one of the best, that is easy to see but you are also getting old and when you become old, you will become useless. To the point where you will not be able to compete in a WPW or EWE ring again. What I am trying to say is that your time in pro wrestling is running out and when it does the new generation will take over, with me leading the way. I am not to say this because it is true. We can see that you are not as athletic as you were three four years ago. So when will JMC retire? When will JMC step away from the throne? Well when that day comes I will be first in line to take over that throne. Beno and I beating you and Hayden will hopefully make you think about retiring early. Don't take this personally, I do respect what you have done here in this company but it is time for guys like myself to step up and take the crown.

Now there is a plus side about this match up. Beno and I can work together. Can you and Hayden work together? After last week when you hit Hayden with that chair, will you two be able to work as a team and defend these titles? I say no but who knows. It will be fun to see how this all lays out. I honestly hope Hayden gets payback on you and leaves you alone with Beno and I. What you did last week was disrespectful. You embarrased Hayden in all matter, you must be afraid of him doing something like not showing for this match? Are you afraid JMC? Answer that question for me.

Blade lends forward letting his arms rest on his knees. Blade continues to speak.

So Christmas is tomorrow and when I am opening gifts with my family, you will be thinking about how safe you are and how safe Shy is. Hayden, I am sure wants revenge and Shy would be a huge target for him. Think about that James. What would you do if Hayden attacked your lovely Realis Shy? Scary crap hey? I hope you think about everything I've said just in this last minute because it's all worth thinking about.

Merry Christmas James..

Blade winks at the camera as the camera fades to black and the scene ends.

[Mike Corral]

*Michael Hayden stands in front of an EWE logo, the WE Tag Team Title draped over his left shoulder.*

Blade.... how many times do we do this? How many times must we stand across the ring from one another, how many times must we test our skill against each other? Since you started in WPW, you and I have had an unofficial war of sorts. And, in case you forgot, it was one-sided. It was Mike Corral that always bested Blade LaVigne. Mike Corral who always shined, who beat you and your uncle back to back weeks in late 2008, over two years ago. Even as Michael Hayden, this fact has not changed. While your uncle may have walked away with a tainted victory last week, you have not. Forgive me for sounding conceited, but I said it two years ago, and I will say it again. I am your superior in every conceivable way.

I know, I know. This is different than the usual Michael Hayden that people are accustomed to. This is a Hayden that JMC would be proud of. But considering the past couple of weeks I've had, I think it's justifiable to vent a little bit. And against a criminal like Blade, who gets rewarded for a crime instead of being condemned to face Phill Bennett for eternity, it's perfectly acceptable.

Now Blade, I've seen your promo. I've seen how you claim innocence before going on about how the friction between James and myself will guarantee you the titles. You assume, and that's the key word right there, that my frustration will lead me to attack Raelis Shy in an attempt to get even with James. Blade, despite the numerous amounts of matches we've had, how we've interacted backstage, you don't know me. You only know what I allow you to know, which apparently isn't enough for you. The Code of Honor by which I abide by, it says I won't attack a woman. Which, unless my eyes deceive me, is exactly what Shy is. So, either I spit at my Code and attack, or decide to go after James himself and not deal with his lackey. Decisions, decisions.

There's also the matter of revenge. Specifically, against your uncle Beno. See, losing is not something I can just take. For every action, there's a reaction, and my reaction to Beno winning is to rectify that mistake. Whether I'm forced to take on the two of you by myself or James decides to enter the fray, I'm not losing this match. I refuse to lose these titles, titles I've worked too long for to just let slip from my fingers.

I cannot lose these titles Blade, it's as simple as that. You're going to have to beat me into a coma, you'll need to make sure that I can't get up. Because as long as I'm breathing, as long as there's fight in me, I'm going to keep coming at you. I'm going to take everything you throw at me and shrug it off. These belts might not have meant much to An Treibh or Risen Shyne, but these are my greatest accomplishment to date. To just let them go on our first defense, to you two.... it can't happen. It will NOT happen.

James, you may hate me, and I'm not too fond of you either. But you screw me on this, you leave me out there to dry while you and Shy laugh it up, this thing between us will reach a whole new level of personal. We are the tag team champions, as much as you wish it wasn't so. Trust and believe James, I will not let you give up these titles. I will not sit by and watch as you give away something I worked hard for. You'd better be prepared to fight for these titles James, because I know I am, and I know The LaVigne's are. Hell, I expect it from them. We may have differing opinions on how things go, but in the ring I want us on the same page. I'm demanding victory this week James, and every other week until these titles are taken by force.

And Blade, on a personal note. I'll see these belts burn than give them to WPW.

[voltage231]

Battling back from a life threatening injury, Beno made his official return to the squared circle to take on one half of the Unified WE tag team champions, Michael Hayden.
Eventually Hayden's tag team partner and his new apprentice made the scene and viciously assaulted Hayden with a steel chair..
Never the less, Beno was given the win over Hayden. The returning Beno was given the recognition that he searched for so long.
Outstanding return equals a golden opportunity. With a win over Hayden, Beno and his nephew Blade LaVigne were granted a Tag Team championship shot this week on Turmoil.

The scene begins with a view of Beno walking around the backstage area. He's dressed in a pair of light blue faded glory jeans, a pair of tan steel toe survivor boots and a black hooded sweatshirt with the hood up.Both hands are inside of his pockets as he continues to walk the halls. He comes up to the refreshment table and pours himself a cup of black coffee. He lifts the cup up to his face and takes a sip. He turns around and leans up against the table.

Beno: It seems as though Mister Hayden failed to reconize the threat that stood before him; In and outside of the ring. What I prophecized came to reality as Hayden wasn't able to focus on the match and fell to my hands. Normally I'd glaot over the circumstances of our match. A win is a win right? Not exactly. I didn't come back for a faulty win like last week. I asked Hayden to concentrate on our match and put Cassius out of his mind. But of course that didnt happen. Cassius brought it upon himself to interfere in my return match and lay his own partner out with a steel chair.

I like a good beat down as much as the next guy. But I don't like you getting involved in my match Cassius. You had no right or business coming out onto the stage getting involved. This was my moment to shine and you proverbally ripped it out of my hands. You took it upon yourself to send a message to Hayden. What you and him have going on is of no concern to me. Well atleast it wasn't at the time. Because of what you did last week you cost Hayden the match and gave me a win over him. Because of that win, you and him are forced to defend those straps that are around your waists against me and my nephew Blade.


Beno takes another sip of his coffee and wipes the remains off of his lips. He sets the cup
down on the table and pulls the hood off of his head.

In a way I should thank you Cassius. You've given me another shot at gaining tag team gold here. In another way I should slap the holy hell out of you for sticking your ugly nose in my match. This is an interesting situation though. This mach gives me the chance to do both. I can thank you by taking the belts off of Hayden and yourself, finally ridding you of him once and for all. I'll also be getting the priviledge of exacting my revenge by taking you out. Another theory pops into mind. Can the tag team champions really work together as a team? Or will they be at each others throats and throw the title match?

See now this is the really interesting part. Cassius you cost Hayden his match last week and walked off like nothing happened at all. Do you honestly think that he'll trust you after that chair shot? I'm surprised you didn't send him to the hospital with that one. Hell it sounded to me like you cracked some bone with that one. I applaud you on that. But I didn't need the help. I had the match wrapped up until you did what you did.

Beno gives us a quick smirk .

Now me and Blade have a history of teaming together and actually working as a unit. He knows when to run in, when to distract the official and when to tag out. Hell at times he knows what I'm gonna do before I set it up properly. Our chemistry as a team doesn't come close to being matched. We've let opportunities like this slip out of our hands before, but not this time. This time we have the upperhand and hold all of the cards in this game. With you two imbeciles running around getting at one another's throats, this match will surely be in the bag. With so much mistrust and betrayal in the prince's court, will anything be able to stop me and my partner from walking all over you and retreiving the gold? The answer to this question is simple. No. Hayden isn't strong enough to take on both of the LaVignes. Oh no. He isn't nearly as intelligent as his partner. He's a bit of a bitch is I do say so myself.

Beno chuckles to himself as he picks his cup back up and takes another drink. The expression on his face tells us that the coffee has went cold. Beno looks over to the ring and sees one of the backstage monitors airing something. He walks closer and witnesses as Michael Hayden delivers a promo. His expression changes from disguist to a bit irritated

Hayden, considering you lost to me last week, one would think that you'd have a bit more to say about me. Instead you spend all of your time talking about Blade and your "superiority" over him. If I recall correctly, Blade wasn't in our match up. It was you and I. You also speak of revenge. Revenge on me? For doing my job? If you fight with just hate and anger in your heart, you will surely fail. Besides, why me? Am I suppose to lay on the mat and let you pin me? Hell no! If you're out for revenge, that's all good. But make sure you're after the right guy. Your partner for example. Isn't he the one who hit you in the back of the head with the chair? The one that cost you the match? It certainly wasn't either one of us. Get your facts straight before you fight a blind man's war.

Beno starts to walk away, but comes trotting back to the camera.

And another thing. How in the hell have you worked too long for those belts? Those titles weren't unified that long ago. And you won what? One match to get the shot? Hell since being here in EWE, you've only won half of your matches. SInce I've stepped in a EWE ring, I've been undefeated with two wins. This week will be the third win here for me in EWE. More importantly, I'll be walking away one half of the newly crowned WE tag team champions of the world!

Beno drops the cup into the trash can as he walks off, but as the camera turns to go black, Beno comes rushing back and puts the focus back on himself.

I forgot to mention one very important detail. You said that you're prepared to fight for those belts. Are you willing to die for them? We are. Like you said you know that we're willing to fight for the titles. The LaVignes are tag team veterans. And even though we haven't been able to capture the belts together, we've made more strives in this business than any other team other than perhaps the Dream Team. I'm willing to risk my life and livelyhood in order to win those belts. It doesn't matter if I have to put you out of commission or whether my career is ended in the process. I will be walking out with one of those straps around my waist.

See you in hell Hayden.

Beno walks off once more, but this time, he doesn't return. The scene ends.

[blade13]

The scene opens up inside the EWE lobby, in the backstage area. Blade is seen sitting down on a couch, he looks relaxed. The WPW cameraman makes his way in front of Blade LaVigne. Blade is dressed a Christmas shirt and blue jeans. Blade lends forward letting his arms rest on his knees before speaking into the camera.

Blade LaVigne: From Corral to Hayden, from WPW to EWE, you have not changed Michael. You still walk around here cocky as ever. The only thing different is those tag team titles around your waist. You bring up the fact that we have history and it is true that you've won the majority of our matches. Over the years I have figured out how you wrestle Hayden so I already know what to prepare for. So do not talk about change within yourself. You are the same Mike Corral that I've beaten in the past. You know I've held a tag team championship before, yeah with Andrew Xaiver. So, you can't say that you are better than me in anyway. My partner actually respects me and I can trust my partner.

Can you Hayden? Can you trust James? The answer is no because quite frankly JMC wants nothing to do with you.

Blade shakes his head and gives out a chuckle before continueing to speak.

Blade LaVigne: Criminal Hayden? You have the guts to call me a criminal? Well if it is a criminal you want, a criminal you will get. This week on Turmoil, I will "steal" those tag team titles away from you. I will be the criminal you desire Hayden. Michael, after our match you will realize that you're nothing more than the piece of trash JMC says you are. I am sorry to sit here and laugh but I think this little situation between you and JMC is pretty funny. I have a feeling deep down inside that this tag team of yours is not going to have a happy ending. I really don't. This may come down to a numbers game Hayden.

If JMC doesn't show then it will be two on one, I am one hundred percent positive that you will not be able to take down both of us.

Blade rolls his neck and continue to speak.

Blade LaVigne: Hayden, you can lose the belts and it may happen this week. You can try and stop the LaVigne Dynasty but it will be quite the challenge. I am not going to lie, it is going to be a fun night and it will be interesting seeing how you and James work together. You Hayden must keep an eye not only on James and Shy but Beno and myself...I don't see you having a easy time with all of this. I don't think anyone could handle that much pressure to be honest with you.

Michael, I understand that you will do whatever it takes to retain those titles but you must understand that Beno and I will do WHATEVER it takes to win those titles. Reality is only one team can win this one. Will the winners be the two guys that hate each other and disrespect each other or will it be me and my uncle, who work together and understand each other. Beno and I have something that you and JMC do not, the ability to see eye to eye.

Blade gets up off of the backstage couch and walks up to the camera.

Blade LaVigne: We will watch each others backs. Beno and I have the talent and heart of true tag team champions. I do love the holidays don't you Hayden? Anything can happen during the holidays. Anything Hayden. WPW Christmas Special awhile back, Jokester and I beat Scorch and Judge and captaining the tag team titles. If you didn't notice, it is Christmas and if Jokester and I can beat two of the greatest in this company with them giving us their all...I am sure Beno and I can beat you two this week. Yet, Jokester threw the titles away, Beno will not.

Beno has never won a title in WPW nor EWE...It is time for my uncle to hold a championship.

Happy Holidays Hayden....

Blade walks away from the camera and out of view. The scene ends with the WPW camera fading to black.

[Mike Corral]

Well, well, well. Seems that the family came out to play.

*Michael Hayden is seen sitting in a comfortable chair in his flat on Fleet Street. Several times, we see people pass by the window, obviously in the spirit of the holidays.*

I suppose I have a few things to address, and I will address them. However, I must first applaud Beno for making his name into an acronym to tell such an amusing story. A heartfelt message, or it would be if it mattered. It doesn't, it's irrelevant, but Beno gets points for trying.

Now, I feel like I must clear up an issue. That issue of course, being whether or not I will trust James when we put our belts on the line. My first instinct is to say no, that I can't trust that snake as far as I could throw him. That after his actions toward me over the past few weeks, this is the perfect moment to get my revenge on cost James the titles. But then, I remember that these titles are just as important to me, if not more. The WE Tag Team Titles, titles that were created from the WPW and EWE Tag Team Titles, say that I'm one-half of the best tag team either company has, even if my partner loathes me. I fought for the WPW Tag Team Titles on numerous occasions, and being able to finally hold them is one hell of an accomplishment. So to try and plant seeds of dissent, of "Hayden's going to screw James" is futile, because I will not. I told you Blade, I'm going to fight until I'm literally unable to fight any longer, just to prove that these belts deserve to be around my waist.

Another issue, I find, is with my old friend Blade. Blade, we've had our history haven't we? We've fought and battled all over WPW. And yes, while you were the first man to hold gold amongst us, the fact remains that I am champion, while you are not. That I am and will forever be your superior, just as i said two years ago. Despite your progress, your evolution into a more rounded wrestler, your vast improvement, the fact remains that I am the better wrestler. This isn't vanity, or an example of me stroking my ego. This is truth Blade. Despite your very few wins over me, when I wanted to prove myself, I left victorious. I beat you and Beno in back-to-back Turmoil's practically single-handed while Xavier Ray stood and watched in awe. I told you years ago, this isn't because of anything you've done. You could win accolades all over the world, be known as the greatest wrestler to ever come out of Michigan, enter the Hall of Fame.... but I will always be better than you. I've proven it in WPW, and now I have a chance to prove it here in my home, on my turf. I get to prove to European fans all over the continent that I am better than you.

You say I'm the same Mike Corral that beat you years ago, and there is truth to that. I do have that same ability, that same talent. However, I have evolved from Mike Corral. Look at my war of words with The Judge, look at what I've been saying since I returned late in the summer. The old me would've spent months bragging that he is talent on loan from God, that he was entitled to championships and opportunities. Whereas Michael Hayden has fought for everything that's been given to him. I proved that I was capable of going after the titles, and the ten pounds of gold you see over my shoulder is proof that I was good enough to earn them. And, whereas Mike Corral would boast that it was about time, that he'd finally deserved this after years of putting in his hard work for nothing, I'm grateful for this. These belts have been held by some of the best, and now I add my name to that list.

As for calling you a criminal... well, that is what you are Blade. You've committed crimes and believed that you would get away with it, yet you were discovered and now you claim innocence. "Not me!" you cry. However, you have committed a crime against an innocent man for your own reasons, and I now have the opportunity to exact vengeance on behalf of Sal Karver. But by all means, stick to your story. Make nice little puns about how you will "steal" these titles from right under my nose. But I warn you Blade, you try to steal these titles, and it won't take several months for me to get to you. You want these titles? I dare you to try and take them from me. After all, I do need a reason to prove I'm better than you once again.

Blade, I know you want to win these titles, to get uncle Beno a title as a late Christmas present. A touching tale, one that would make for a good Lifetime movie. But this is reality son. There are no fairy-tale endings, no scenes in our lives that can be re-shot. The world is not as nice as movies make it out to be. We are the authors of our own fate, we decide the course our lives will take us. And while you have written that The LaVigne Dynasty will win those titles, my story says differently. It says that despite their best efforts, Blade and Beno fell to Michael Hayden and James Moriarty Cassius. That, though despite their conflict with one another, Hayden and Cassius were determined to hold onto their gold, and walked out victorious.

That, my friend, is life. I suggest you get used to it.

[Prometheus]

A Fad is an item or an event that for a moment seems dominating. It seems for the time that it exists that it is inescapable. Its presence purveys and intercepts every moment of the day. It is a catch-phrase, a talking-point, a reaction, an event. But fads are often followed by complete abandonment. By the item disappearing into obscurity and apathy. Wikileaks. The site that threatened to tear the world apart and upset the entire order of the world.. Where is it now? Nowhere. The resurgence of fashions is likewise full of fads. Let me tell thee, fashion is a form of ugliness so perverse that we have to change it every six months. But nowhere is this concept of a fad more obvious than at this time of year. Christmas.

The scene opens up on James Moriarty Cassius. He sits relaxed in his wooden leather chair, comfortable. Around him is a house showing no signs of Christmas existing, everything seems rather.. plain. Typical of the situation we usually see JMC in. He smirks one of his arrogant smiles at the camera and continues with his lecture.

It is a yearly little obsession that we all have, We fuss for an entire month... we look and search for the people we care about to give out an artificial and superficial item to them to express our love. We give something we found when they were not there to keep the surprise... Ironic, is it not? We show our love to someone else by leaving them well alone as we trudge through an expensive and pointless treasure hunt with nought to show for it but the idea we have somehow proven our love to one another? It is a fad that has existed for hundreds of years, and sadly for all of us will not die. We keep at it every year. Again and again. Like clockwork of imbeciles. And I.. Well, I tend to ignore it. The only people I care about know what I think of them. The two members of my family that I continue to see with joy in my heart. And one of them is scarcely two years old. Whose joys come from less superficial things than toys, but from experiences... And that is why you must all, allies and enemies, forgive me from avoiding your discussions of Christmas in the same way that I avoid thy talks of title reclamation.

Blade LaVigne is a talking point that none can escape. His tenacity in stalking the defensive Son of Karver. And that son’s daughter as well. All of this has been fodder for the world to chew on as they gorge themselves on custard and turkey, pork and trifle. That is all you have been. You are a Fad Blade. O’Donnell only gives you this chance to capitalise on your accidental successes. To give the world outside our community the chance to watch you.. and then make them stay in our world as they are captivated by the true attractions of EWE and WPW. Me. The Prince of Cats, James Moriarty Cassius. The Master.

I am no fad by any stretch of the imagination. I am a man who has spent so long at the top, that I am a permanent fixture at the echelons of WE. That is what I am. And what are you? A convict that brings attention in the marketplace. You are stuck in the stalls as the masses come to pelt fruit at you like the times of old. Of course nowadays we do not throw fruit, but prepare thyself Blade to be an exile. You will have the smell of rot upon thee for the rest of your time within us. You will be considered perverse, disgusting, unsafe with your thoughts and unfit for good company. A criminal we want and a criminal you shall be. You said it so well yourself. It now no longer matters if you are innocent or guilty. You are The Convict now. And you will stay it, a petty piece of distraction. A Villain. You will be despised worse than me and the pain of it is that you will care how much people hate you. You care about everyone’s thoughts beyond those you cherish.

Behind JMC moves another figure. His sister would be recognised by those who know of her. She holds a variety of items in her hands, namely bright plastic children’s toys as she moves past. James does not notice however and continues his tirade. She moves past JMC again and drops a wrapped rectangular present inot his lap. He looks startled and reads the tag on it and smiles.

It will not matter what Hayden and I do, we could destroy each other and get away with our titles intact. You have the curse upon yourself far worse than Hayden and I do. And he is a man that I detest with such vigour that it shudders to make me imagine I must defend my title with him. I would prefer that my Fiend-Like Queen were my partner. My student. So much so that I annihilated him last week. And yet, despite all this, we will still win. We could never lose. Despite your claims of success in partnerships, you could not beat one of us together. Do you honestly believe the tripe that the whole is greater than the sum of its parts? Rubbish. Utter rubbish. Do you think because thy bonds between one another are stronger and ours are weaker that it matters. No. We are wrestlers, all of us. And some of us are better than others. Simply put. Were this a teammanship exercise or The Amazing Race or a gameshow of any description, certainly then you would win. Uncle and Nephew or whatever you two are. But wrestling is wrestling and that is what we do best.

All you do best is failure.

Merry Christmas.

JMC waves the present at the camera and begins to study it as the camera fades to black.

*Scene Ends*

[Prometheus]

The scene opens up on James Moriarty Cassius looks smug in front of the camera in his leather armchair. He looks up at the camera from the leather and gold belt that sits in his lap.

Hate will not be getting in my way. Dislike and distrust. I will show none of it until the bell rings and the prizes are safely restored to us. I can promise you that, Michael. Do you really feel you need to keep begging for assurances that I will not be forfeiting either of our rights to superiority over others. And while the word of Cassius often holds little more value than the air that it is whispered upon from his lungs, I can assure you that I am capable of holding your trust. Of course, whilst saying that, Blade and Beno are completely right. I am not to be trusted overall. I am scheming, I am devious, I am a man who will do whatever is necessary to gain vengeance. I am a person who politicks and deceives for my own ends, regardless of if they are petty differences or grave feuds. Blade and Beno assume that despite the fact that they have barely ever fought me. All their knowledge comes from the general understanding of The Prince of Cats that circulates in the locker room. The depressed, the defeated, the burned, they are the ones that spread that idea as to who James Moriarty Cassius is. Naturally, in their sadness of loss and shame, they forget one very important attribute.

James Moriarty Cassius likes to win.

Abode anything else, victory is important. Victory is necessary. Victory in this little game we play is all that there is to crave. It is above pettiness, it towers over the feuds we all have with one another, it crushes hate below it. I am a man who will fight with my worst enemy, The Judge, as a partner for the sake of one little victory. You could call it a hunger if you like. A desire. A mission even. But all you need to know about it Michael, is that it means that I will not be betraying you to lose my tag team titles.

You need to keep it, because you need to eventually lose in a specific way, to a specific person, at a specific time. The time of my choosing against the woman of thy nightmares.

My Fiend-Like Queen, my student. She will take from thee what you will defend with me this day, I can promise you that. And why? Because she will be the person you could not. You could just not bring yourself to play the part of the Prince, or of any Royal. You could not be like me. And why? Because you considered it beneath you, to win by means that you felt were not fair? Of course you did. Somehow you felt that it was better for you, Michael Hayden, the eternal disappointment, to keep on the great noble path of honour, repetition and general failure. You would not bend the rules to fit thy will, you refused it. Instead you are a willing slave to it, a mere servant to the concept of truth and fair play. In the future, when you still sit exactly where you are and look around you at the future in several years, I want you to look at Raelis Shy and remember that she is what you possibly could have been. You could have been the Lord of all that you purvey. But instead you chose the path you thought was right, but it was wrong.. Dead wrong.

You should have been my follower, disciple, apprentice. Whatever you want to name yourself. But you're not, nor will you be. And nor will The LaVigne family get what they desire. The only difference between you and them is that you get a few more weeks of delusion.

*Scene Ends*

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The scene opens up with Beno arriving at the arena where Turmoil is to take place in just two short days. The sky is dark with clouds as the rain pours. Lightning illuminates the sky as it flashes and the thunder rolls. A black Cadilac turns into the parking lot and comes to a stop at the back entrance on the arena. The drivers side door opens and Beno steps out with an umbrella in hand. He opens the umbrella and walks towards the large doors. He enters and closes the umbrella back up. The backstage area is pretty much empty with the exception of Beno and a few crew members. Beno makes his way through the area and into one of the corridors. He continues to make his way through the corridor until he comes up to a an open door. He enters the room and it appears to be a lounge of some sorts. He takes a seat on a gray recliner that sits in the corner of the room.

Beno: Well it seems as though Hayden is running his mouth once more. Once again trashing my tag team partner and excluding the man that holds a victory over him. What a shame. A fatal mistake that will come back to haunt you Hayden. Fore the man you should be worrying about is me, not Blade. It's true that you and Blade have a past history. You two have met many, many times over the past few years. You claim you meet me once on Turmoil. I don't recall that match at all. So to you sir, I call bullshit! See I hold a victory over you as we speak.

Which honestly, you should not have let happen. You're one half of the WE Tag Team champions of the world after all. You should be on the ball right now. But you aren't. With all of the distrust amongst the prince's court and the LaVignes after the gold, you have a lot of problems on your hands. And you wanna talk about life? What the hell do you know about life Hayden! What have you done to even try and preach to Blade. Yeah you've won a tag team championship. Big deal. Everyone in the back knows that Cassius carried your sorry ass in that match and Im sure he'll carry you in this one as well. You want to talk about life? I've seen terrible things and done even worse in my time. I came back from a life threatening injury just to shove my foot up your ass. You have a very large mouth and I bet if I ask your boyfriend, he'd tell me you know how to use it.

Beno's face has turned a deep shade of red. He closes his eyes for a moment or two, calming himself down.

I know more about life than you ever will. I grew up on the streets with nothing Hayden. I wasn't handed everything on a silver platter like a lot of the guys in the back. I had to fight to survive. In the streets of Beloit, you either fight or you end up dead in the gutter. You're right about one thing Hayden. This is reality. And this is my story. And you aren't in it!

Beno stands up from the recliner and walks out of the room. The camera follows him as he walks from place to place. The heavy rain can be heard beating down on the roof of the arena, as well as the thunder. Beno comes up to a steel ladder and lifts it. He sets the adder up in an open area backstage. He ascends to the top of the ladder and sits on top, looking down at the camera.

Hayen really sets me off. But he isn't the only man in the match that I have an issue with. His partner, James Moriarty Cassius, got involved in my match with Hayden. Even though I wasn't the target and came out of the match unharmed, he had no business sticking his nose in my business. I cannot let that go without retaliation. I had the match all wrapped up already. I didn't need nor ask for your help Cassius. You struck your partner in the back of the head with a steel folding chair. Yet he claims that he'll still work together with you in order to keep those tag team titles. You've also claimed it. But can you really go through with it? Will either of you be able to focus on the legal man without looking over your shoulder? Or will it just be too much for either of you to handle? I'm voting for the latter of the two.

Beause not only are the two of you not on the same page, the LaVigne Dynasty have the advantage in this match up. I've personally studied matches that the two of you have been in. I've studied your move. I've even felt moves from both of you in the past. We know what it's like to be trust one another in this match. Weve been teaming together all of our lives. I can give him a look and he'll instantly know what to do in the situation. We've held wins over tag champions before. Its the fact that when we get our shot, somehow we let it slip away from us. That cannot be allowed to happen again. And it won't. This is the chance of a life time for me. I've never been able to capture a championship in the years that I've been associated with this promotion. Currently you are the team to beat. And that is exactly what is going to happen. I plan on winning this match. Nothing else matters but those titles that are currently being warmed up for me and Blade.

Victory is the only thing on my mind. I've been ready since the day that I was informed of the championship match. I'ts been running through my head like crazy. Cassius we are wrestlers. You are correct on that one. And maybe you are better than us in singles competition. But in the tag division, this is where we shine the brightest. All we do best is fail? Is that really what you said? How ignortant can you be Cassius? Take a look at your partner. Hes only won half of his matches since he's been in EWE. That isn't the best record. But I suppose that doesnt matter. Ive spoken enough about Hayden. My focus should be on you. So it shall.


I've seen the promos that you've aired over the past week or so. You seem confident that you're going to be able to retain the tag team championships. You're confident that you and Hayden can coexist.

To be perfectly honest, I hope you can. Even though it would work to our advantage if you two aren't on the same page, the win wouldn't mean as much. That isn't how I want to win the tag team championships. See we've faced off against some of the greatest teams to ever step into a wrestling ring. We've beaten the best. And we've always done whatever it took to secure the victory. I don't want that this time. I want the world to reconize my true talent and potential. If I were to use the same tactics as we have in the past, that will never happen. I have untapped potential and I'm sickand tiredoftaking the easy way out. That's how Cassius works. THat isn't how I want the fans to remember me when I retire from professional wrestling. Cassius, if you and Hayden manage to work together, we may have ourselves a good match after all. But if you think that I'll let you take a cheap shot, you'll very wrong. I know of your ways. We've both done it. Hell I'm sure all four of us have cheated at some point in time in our careers. I want everything you have Cassius and then some.

I leave you with these parting words. The time has come for Blade and myself to rise to the occasion and gain what has so long eluded us, When the bell tolls 3 and the hands are raised, it will be the duo of uncle and nephew who will be walking away as the NEW WE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD!

The scene ends with Beno putting his hand to the camera, blacking it out.