A Legend Returns at NeXus.

[fartwad]

Following the NeXus King of the Deathmatch title match, the crowd seems to be pleased by the action thus far, and are boisterious in their wait for the NeXus match itself.. However, as soon as the last remaining person goes through the back curtain and before anyone is able to leave their seat for a quick snack break, the lights suddenly black out. Confused as to whether it’s a power failure or not, the audience begins to grow slightly reckless and disgruntled, arguing amongst themselves on why they to showed up to such a crappy arena, but they are silenced as “Cult of Personality” by Living Colour begins to play triumphantly, signaling the earth shattering, shocking return of the man known as “The Future.” The GHW Arena lights flash randomly in unison to the opening guitar riffs of the song before the lyrics begin to come in, as the foggy silhouette of the mystery man of the hour is seen in the entrance tunnel.

"Look in my eyes, what do you see?
The Cult of Personality…”

Jake Diamond, at last, bursts out of the curtains to an unprecedented standing ovation. Wearing a clean black suit with a purple dress shirt and his signature sly and mischievous smirk, Jake brushes back his long, shaggy brown hair with his hand and stares proudly into the audience with his emerald green eyes. With the surprising chants of “Wel-come Ba-ack! *Stomp, Stomp, Clap-Clap-Clap*” from the audience Jake, as casually as ever, begins to walk from the entrance tunnel down to the centre of the entrance ramp, his body swelled up to show an apparent overhaul of muscles..

"Al, is it him? IS IT REALLY HIM?"
"You can bet your last damn dollar it is! Jake Diamond has RETURNED! And looks like he gained alot of weight, in a good way."

Jake stops at the middle of the entrance ramp with a grin before, in classic fashion, raises his hands straight up into the air in the shape of a diamond before sharply snapping it down. Despite the lack of pyros in his intro, Jake appears to be pleased as he continues to soak up his ovation before continuing down the ramp and towards the ring. Slapping the hands of nearby fans on the way, Jake reaches the steel steps to the ring and energetically rushes up them and quickly steps into the ring. Similar to that of Shawn Michaels, Jake does a quick spin to reach the middle of the ring before immediately shooting his arms out to his sides in his signature pose. If that wasn’t enough, a single burst from the turnbuckles explodes, thus completing his “extravagant” entrance. As the lights flash back to their normal voulme of brightness, Jake reaches under his chin and twists, pulling hard there after. His skin peels sickeningly, and within a shadow of a second he pulls the layer of skin off to reveal a milk white face of paint underneath, cracked cherry red lips to match.

"What the........"
"FUCK? It's Nicholas Carson. Oh SHIT IT'S NICHOLAS CARSON!"

The audience stands in shock and horror, a huge mixed reaction for arguably the most hated enntity ever known to wrestling. Nicholas "Jake" Carson brings his hands up and, in a single powerful pull, rips the fancy top off to reveal a plain black t-shirt with, "EVPW", written across it. While the fans partake in a massive, duelling love-hate chant war for the man whom, before this night, had never stepped foot inside a GHW ring, Nicholas goes to the ropes and retrieves a microphone from the stage hand.

"EEEEEEEEYYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

That notorious Joker laugh sends chills through the spine of all watching him, their minds flashing back to the glory days of his reign of evil in EVPW. Carson continues to laugh while standing near the ropes and pointing randomly into the crowd.

"You... you all... EEEEEYAHAHAHHAHA you fell for that? I am half a foot taller and 50 pounds heavier than that tiny little son of a bitch Jake Diamond. HAHAHA...ha... ah well, so this is it huh? This is GHW? This is what the big fuss is all about? I'm not impressed."

The formerly warring crowd quickly unite to boo the shit out of Nicholas as he slowly paces about in the ring.

"What's there to be impressed about here? You've got a legendary man who retunred a few weeks ago, unable to defeat a girl whose only claim to fame was getting her perky little pusss and ass stuffed by Jaggeroth. You've got a Catholic Mexican Luchador flying around here trying to baptize people with Hurricanrannas and Planca suicide dives. About Santos, somebody should check his papers, I have a hunch he isn't legal. You've got an Angelic Ninja, which is a oxymoron all its own, growing confused about his own identity it seems. And in a short bit you'll witness a bunch of people trying to murder each other to claim the GHW New Age title; a title marred and disgraced by its previous owner whom, along with all of you at one point, openly critized me for walking away repeatedly. How fucking ironic is that? I just don't really get it. How did this place, this GHW bring about the death of my dearly departed EVPW?"

Nicholas turns his head and looks into camera two, getting up close and intimate with it as his trademark untamed intensity shows up through coldly spoken words.

"Gluttony, that's how. Every legend or no name alike who called GHW home during its first run at prosperity, ultimately went to EVPW in order to leech off of it. The legends built onto their already established legacies, and some guys who were no names became household names, all because of EVPW. They all gathered around her, fed off her, sucked her dry, then just like the proveribal Bukkake, jizzed on her and left. They killed EVPW, GHW killed EVPW. Their actions have brought me here. See, EVPW was the only home I ever had. It was a place I could go to in order to repay society back for the wrongdoings they inflicted on me during my youth, by slaughtering their beloved heroes and casuing as much carnage as possible. So here we are, here you are, dancing with the Devil."

Nicholas lowers the mic for a moment to let his words sink in to the crowd, which had settled down to intently listen to the Maniac Mauler's words. Nicky looks around for a bit and takes a deep breath, redirecting his unattractive gaze back to the same camera eye.

"Sure, I hated everyone in EVPW, but I LOVED EVPW itself. EVPW was where I built my legacy, it's the ONLY place that bears my name in it. When people think of EVPW right now, while it's still fresh in their minds, they think of Vladimir and I in the most brutal and outrageous fight ever witnessed on regular TV programming. They think of the Imperfects; Rhaps and I. They think of the Outcasts and that poor little Arab girl that, till this day, I still say needed the destructive dicking I gave her. When people currently look back on EVPW, they think of me and the atrocities I pieced together in such a morbid, yet beautiful way. They think of the chaos I started and the horrors I unleashed upon one and all, long before Pyro, Jaggeroth, and the whole lot of them started doing them. But over time, if this company continues to grow like it looks like it will, EVPW will be a forgotten piece of precious history, and in doing so my legacy, if you want to call it that, will also be forgotten."

Nicky reaches out, grabbing the bottom of the camera and pulling it closer so that only his mouth can be seen.

"FUCK THAT! EVPW is dead and gone, so think of me as the ghost coming back from the grave to haunt you, and yes, I am going to haunt you, each and every one of you. If I have to bring back the days of old, then so be it. I am not Vladimir Strife, I won't go out with a whimper, I'll go out with a big FUCKING bang. But I'm going to do some things different this time, to give me some staying power. Instead of maiming and killing, which I might still do if warranted, I have decided to take on a more symbolic, ummm diplomatic role."

Nicholas takes a few steps back and bends down, placing the mic gently on the mat before rolling under the bottom rope to the outside. The cloth is lifted up quickly by him as he scurries underneath the ring, finally pulling out a flag pole with a GHW banner flag affixed to it. Upon entering back into the ring and standing up, with mic in hand again, he yells furiously into it.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKERS IN THE BACK WANNA WALK OUT EVPW'S DOOR AND BURN THE SUMBITCH DOWN? FINE. I'LL JUST BURN THIS PLACE DOWN AS I WALK IN."

The Maniac Mauler drops the mic and grabs the flag pole bout half way down and leans it forward as he pulls a lighter from his pocket and flicks the wheel. A flame pops up as he slowly moves it toward the bottom of the flag's fabric, then it goes up in flames, such a beautiful site. Carson waves the flaming flag in the air, yelling all kinds of things like a stark raving lunatic.

"Is somebody gonna get out here and do something about this? This is going too far, Nicholas has done the unthinkable. I can't believe what I'm seeing."
"The entire fuckin' roster needs to get out here and kick his ass. I never thought I'd see a day like this. What we are seeing is just, I dunno how to put it."

The food and drinks sail in, hititng Nicky all over as he does a Indian Rain Dance with the flag still ablaze. He then drops it to the mat and looks to be unzipping his pants for the next level of unthinkable. But the crowd ignite into cheers as a familiar tune hits, causing Nicky to zip up his pants and bolt out of the ring. Carson doesn't flee like most would when knowing they were about to inherit the wrath of an insulted loyalist, he rushes up the ramp to meet the would be hero head on. Security closes in, already getting a jump on the meelee about to happen.

tbc by anyone wanting to be the hero.

[Desperado]

"Savior" by Skillet explodes through PA system through-out the GHW Arena as both the crowd and Carson begin pondering about who this is.

I'm everything you've wanted
I am the one who's haunting you
I am the eyes inside of you, stare back at you

A familiar figure suddenly bursts through the curtain and makes his presence felt at the entrance, the words 'Desperado' appear on the titantron appear before being replaced by 'Your Savior Has Arrived...'

There's nothing left to lose
There's nothing left to prove
Surrender your love, it's all you can do...Yeah!

The crowd burst into cheers as the former and returning GHW superstar braces there presence for the first time since last neXus. His hooded blue jacket is zipped half-way up, his head residing beneath the hood.

Big Al: "I don't believe this. Its Despe-fuckin-rado! He's come out to confront this son-of-a-whore!"

The Fuzz: "I had heard Desperado had been lurking backstage here, preparing for his annual neXus appearance, the match that he fondly calls his home but little did I expect to see him show up here tonight but then again, we never expected this package to drop off."

Although Desperado's face wasn't visible, his body language speaks with an angry tone. Arms spread to either side, his feet planted firmly into the ground, his head hanging low, his fists clenched. It was clear, Desperado wasn't here to play around with his old friend.

What you got, what you want, what you need?
Gonna be your Savior
Everything's gonna crash and break
But I know, yeah I know
What you got, what you want, what you need?
Gonna be your Savior
Everything's gonna crash and break
Your Savior

As his theme dies down, Desperado slowly reveals his face and just like his body language, his face doesn't look the slightest bit bemused by Carson's antics. He actually looks infuriated. Whilst staring down his opponent, the technically-gifted Fighty fighty person begins strutting down the aisle, his eyes locked on the former EVPW Champion. Desperado reaches the ring and makes his way up the stairs slowly, each foot rhythmically stamping into the steel stairs. He enters the ring beneath the second rope before confidently placing himself before the psychotic clown. He breaks the staring contest for a moment as he looks to a ring-side assistant who throws a mic towards him.

Desperado takes the mic in hand but continues to burn a hole through Carson, his neck and jaw bulging in fury. There is a clear struggle with his body as he tries to remain in control but it seems his anger could explode any minute. The crowd suddenly get behind his back and begin chanting his name till it rings in both men's ears.

"DES-PER-RA-DO! DES-PER-RA-DO!"

The Fuzz: "It seems even after all these years, Desperado still holds a place in these people's hearts although he has committed terrible sins in the past."

Big Al: "No matter what he has done in the past, compared to Carson, he's nothing less than a saint and tonight he has come as a savior."

Desperado waits a moment to let the chants die down before taking the microphone to his shaking lips, his brows forming a deep 'V' in the middle as he begins to speak.

"You're going to BURN this place down? You're going to burn down GHW? Did you really think you could come to GHW and start preaching your hate message? I'm sorry Carson buddy bu things aren't as easy as they used to be. You see Carson, when you reigned terror in EVPW, you had the Imperfects supporting you. You had Rhaps supporting you. You had Demon supporting you. You had my support. Yeah, I was playing along to your game to stab you in the back but I failed, no thanks to that bitch Linette spoiling my plans but things are different now. There isn't a Rhaps, a Demon or a Linette to stand behind you and allow you to condone your Imperfect ways."

"EVPW isn't dead, not yet anyway but you did nothing to help it. Not when it caught the flames, nor when you were there. On the contrary, you were hell-bound upon destroying the god-damn thing with your fucked up ways and now you come down here like it holds some kind of sentimental value to you. Fuck You! You don't have a legacy there. To have a legacy you have to leave something good to remember you by. The only things you brought were Chaos and Havoc. Face it Carson, you have no legacy, you have no home so drop this silly game of yours and go home before I wipe that silly smile right off your face."

TBCB Carson

[Hayden]

Desperado had barely finished speaking when "96 Quite Bitter Beings" by CKY begins to pump out of the arena speakers, sending the crowd into a confused, yet excited frenzy. Both Nicholas and Daniels stand in the ring, flabberghasted and watching the entrance ramp intently, the anticipation building. The song plays through well into the verse with no sign of life from the stage. Just as all had begun to give up hope of seeing the Jackass back in the GHW arena, a solitart figure appears against the backdrop of the entranceway, standing almost hidden in the shadows.

The shadow reaches up toward his head, picking off his face what appear to be a pair of sunglasses. As he does so, the searchlight that had been scanning the arena shines upon his face, revealing his identity. Indeed, Hayden HardKore had arrived!

~~The Fuzz~~
Hayden HardKore now?
Wha... How... It doesn't matter what you had for dinner!

~~Big Al~~
I can see that you are speechless Fuzz, so I will speak for you. Hayden has been snooping around behind the scenes for months now. You've probably missed him in the hallway, either that or he's avoiding you.

~~The Fuzz~~
I know he has been assisting with the training of some of the younger talent, but as you said, Hayden has been behind the scenes for the last few months. Why on earth would he be coming out here amidst the return of Carson?

~~Big Al~~
He has a big mouth, maybe you should let him tell you?

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As expected, Hayden had come to the arena armed with a microphone. The mutual respect of the two men already in the ring, and the fans around the arena let Hayden walk to the ring without interruption. He wears a smile on his face, his eyes twinkling with a cheeky look as he struts his way toward the squared circle of the GHW arena... The very place he had built his name in. He reaches the ring and ducks inside, sidling under the top rope to the two pairs of watchful eyes already inside. As he does so, he raises the mike and readies himself to speak.

~~Hayden HardKore~~
Seeing as this is the night of returns and all... Surprise!

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Hayden waits for the murmuring to settle down around the arena before continuing. As he talks, the twinkle in his eye gleams and the excitement on his face is unmistakable. He is obviously glad to be back in GHW.

~~Hayden HardKore~~
Now, before heading to EVPW, I carried this company on my shoulders. Last time I stood here, I was holding the King of the Deathmatch Championship in one hand, and the New Age Championship in the other. GHW is my home, which makes this MY ring.

Its not every day that one gets to say this, but I'm with Desperado here. Carson, you little piss-ant, you want to come into my home and disrespect it? You drone on and on about how much you hate the place and everybody in it, and yet here you are... standing here in MY ring. In fact, I don't recall you even mentioning the name of Hayden HardKore in your little spiel there. Shame on you Carson, shame on you.

Lets lay it on the line. People don't want you here, so why don't you run back to that little hole you crawled into whenever the hell it was that you left and cut your losses. Failing that, before you go running your mouth in MY ring, I think its only fair that you prove that you can still walk the walk to back up all the talking you're doing.

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Hayden moves to stand between the two men, already facing each other, so that the trio stand in a triangle. Having laid out the ultimatum, Hayden lowers his mike, the smile still on his face as he cocks his head to the side, inquizzitively, waiting for Carson's response.

TBC Carson (or Desp if you have an angle for this)

OOC:
Thought I would jump in here, seemed interesting.
BTW Desp. Your Theme is "Saviour" by Skillet, not "Skillet" by Saviour.

[Desperado]

(OOC: Aha, nice ... reminds me of the old GHW. Unexpected meets more unexpected. And yes, thanks for pointing out that silly mistake. I hadn't had my breakfast when I wrote that up. lol)

With this sudden support from another GHW legend, Desperado feels more at ease and with the Sadistic Entertainer now at the disadvantage, Desperado begins to employ the mind-games.

"Now, now Hayden, I understand the passion you have for GHW as do I. This is our home and this is where our career's prospered. We gave these fans something to ride upon, something to look forward to. We inspired them as they did us and it was unfortunate how it all went down back then but its seems GHW is rising from its ashes once again."

"And just when all was going well, this sad son-of-a-bitch shows up, upset over something that he created. Upset that EVPW isn't what it was before. You caused this Carson, it was you who brought the plague upon EVPW. Your antics gave birth to a whole set off morons and psychopaths who want nothing more than to live in the monstrosity you created. Hayden, I know you don't like this fuck-bag and neither do I but it seems he believes he can do as he pleases. He seriously believes he can come to the GHW and burn this place down. We are hurt soldiers Carson, soldiers returning to our home-land that has been plagued by famine for the past few years and now that it is beginning to prosper once again, we hear some sadistic bastard wants revenge, not going to happen."

"But lets just say you do, lets say you burn this place down. Reduce it to nothing just like you say. What then? Would you become a hero to EVPW? Not really, EVPW hated you. Would this act of revenge satisfy you because once this place goes down, where are you going to turn to. What then are you going to do? Don't you see Carson, this is your second chance, drop this whole revenge act and turn a new leaf. We all have. Hayden Hardkore, he was self-absorbed bastard but look at him now. Look at me god-damn it, I used to be a lost soul like yourself, hating the world and these fans but now they stand behind me, supporting me, chanting my name because they love me for my love for this industry. If you truly loved EVPW and it meant something to you, why don't you give those who brought you merchandise and came to witness your victories something in return. You had no legacy at EVPW but its not too late, create your legacy now, here at GHW. Its never too late Carson, I have come to show you the path, I have come to set you free, I have come to save you Carson."

Desperado extends a hand to the former Outcast.

"Are you willing to change for the better? Are you Carson? Or will you let your wicked mind eat away at you till there is nothing left but misery? Answer me Carson, do you want to spend the rest of your life living like this?"

TBCB ...

[fartwad]

Mind games or not, Despy's heart was in the right place, too bad his judgment wasn't. Nicky doesn't even give the outstretched hand a once over before placing the mic to his snarling clown lips, quoting a movie line.

"Lions don't shake hands with men. I want to thank you for piping back in Despy, I kinda lost track of you back there with Hayden's big ass forehead and massive ego in the damn way. And Hayden, I know this is your ring, but your ring is in the middle of my world. Just keep that in mind. I'm sorry for not mentioning you in my speil, but I tend to not speak about anyone who has a last name that doesn't fit their attitude. Let's face it, Hayden, you're not hardcore. The only thing I ever got to see you do that was remotely hardcore was you burning down Amanda's house, but turns out that was your evil Godfather twin clone dude. You can have your ring, right after I burn it into a mountain of ashes."

Carson turns his full attention back over to Desperado and takes a step, getting more in his face.

"As for you, Despy, buy some colonge cause you smell like a bag of smashed assholes. I can't believe I once held you to such a high standard, only to be presented with this...this...whatever it is that you are now. Save me? God can't even save me, what makes you think you can? I will tell you this, your head needs to be checked because you seem to have forgotten a few things."

"It was the Imperfects who recruited me, not the other way around. They needed my support, not me needing theirs. I fought and literally KILLED Vladimir Strife by myself, no help, no support. And when I saw they were using me, what did i do? I racked up a win over Demon and one over Linette, then I plunged her little miss perfect ass right over that damn bridge. Rhaps was too chickenshit to do anything about me so he up and left. The Outcasts, that was a different story. I needed their support because i got smart, I knew there was strength in numbers and it was just so much fun watching these fans cry when we'd come out in full force and fuck up one of their clean cut little heroes. But when they exiled me and I came back for their heads, what happened? They split up and went to different shows and different career paths. Some of them ouright retired. They did that out of fear of me, just one sad little clown, all by his lonesome. SHUT UP!!!"

The last two words were brought on by the "Nicky sucks" chnts being yelled way too loud. They refused of course, so Nicholas raised his voice and continued correcting Despy.

"And hmmmm I do recall beating you once, along with 4 other people in a 6 way match for Number One Contendership for the Imperial title. I did that with no support either. Do you see now? I am fully capable of operating by myself and bringing horror upon all I choose to. I do have a legacy, one that you nor anyone else will probably ever officially aknowledge. There's no rule that says a legacy can only be brought about my something good one did, like you claim. Adolph Hitler left a legacy, Attilla the Hun left a legacy, sure it's not the best legacy to have but it is a legacy nontheless. My legacy lies within what I did in EVPW. I won the Imperial title. I raised the bar in all other aspects. I pushed the envelope further than anyone ever had. Hell, before Kingbear beat Vlad, with ALOT of help from me, I was the ONLY man to come close to beating Strife. Metal Dragon, you, TPK, Ryan Hughes, Oliveira, none of them came closer than I did."

"Vlad may have outlasted me in that match, but when the dust settled, I walked out under my own power while Vlad was wheeled off to the ER where he fucking died for a minute and a half. I wasn't left hanging by a noose, I wasn't left knocked out in an Asylum Cage. And so far I am the ONLY man in EVPW history to officially announce a match type so fucked up and inhumane that it was outright rejected by the upper management, too extreme. You may not call it a legacy but I sure as hell do and as for giving these fans something to ride upon; I've got two things, this.........."

Nicky sticks a middle finger up at the crowd.

"And my dick."

He grabs his crouch and does a thrust motion at the section of fans to his right.

"Don't try your mind games, Despy. I revolutionized the game and there's nothing you can do to counter me. I am like a prisoner who has been locked up for too long. He becomes institutionilized, just like I have. And if I do suceed in my plans, where there'll be nothing left for me to destroy then I'll put my Revolver to my head and blow my brains out."

After his admission to being suicidal, Nicholas looks at both men and says one last thing.

"So are you two gonna stand there and grand stand, or are you going to retreive the glass containing your balls from whatever desk it's on and settle this?"

Before they can answer, Nicholas drops the mic and shoves Hayden toward the ropes then spits directly into Desperado's face.

tcb by anyone. if it's Despy and/or Hayden, go ahead and rough him up a little bit or vice versa, just leave it open for me to EOT.

[Desperado]

Desperado had been expecting this sooner or later and as Carson shoved Hayden into the ropes, Despy clenched his fist. The phlegm-filled ball of spit hit the area below his eyes but his knuckles were more than ready, cracklling the jaw of Carson with a one-hit KO, sending him crashing to the ground. The shock of the blow was enough to leave immobilized for a short while. Hayden was also ready to beat the former Outcast down but Desperado handled it quite comfortably, holding a hand out to Hayden telling him he's got this. Whilst shaking his head and wiping the spit from his face, Despy slowly leans over the stunned and floored Carson before taking the microphone to his lips.

"Typical Ol' Nicky, did you seriously think I expected you to turn your ways. I know you Carson, you play by your own rules. Always have and always will. I just didn't anyone to later say, he never gave the poor fellow a chance to change his ways before leaving him in a state worse than death. That's what I'm going to do Carson, I'm going to beat you so bad that you will wish you were dead, you would wish you could blow your brains apart but you won't be able to and no-one else will do for you either because you're one sick son-of-a-bitch. Dying for you would be a way out but no, ... HELL NO! I'm not going to let you off that easy.

I've been waiting Carson, waiting for the day you return and tonight it came. This is exactly the kind of response I wanted because now it gives me a reason to beat your sorry ass until you become a ghost of your previous self. For once Carson, you're going to regret something. You're going to regret returning to GHW.

Vladimir maybe the toughest son-of-a-bitch but he has a soft heart. He may do some horrid things but he still holds emotions such as love and friendship dear to himself. I on the other hand have no place for such feelings. I am a sad son-of-a-bitch just like you, I just happen to be much smarter and more in control. You think you can come back and take the spotlight away for your shenanigans? You think life is that simple? I'm standing in your way just for the sake of standing in your way. GHW may burn down in the process but this is GHW, it will never die. You on the other hand will get what you deserve, the rest of your life in a hospital bed, unable to move, unable to talk, unable to breath without the support of machinery. That's right, I'm going to make you suffer for a very long time and don't you worry about your medical bills. I will handle them like a good friend. Have a nice day Carson, I've got a match tonight to take care off so I'll let you off easy but starting tomorrow, your going to be living in my world and playing by my rules. Welcome to Despy's Hell!"

Desperado gathers the deepest batch of phlegm from the back of his throat before releasing it onto Carson's face. Turning to Hayden he offers him Carson on a plate before muttering.

"He's all yours, I'm done with him for tonight. Have fun."

Desperado begins to make his way out of the ring.

Big Al: "It seems the gauntlet's been thrown. Desperado has officially challenged Carson to his own game. He plans to end Carson's career."

The Fuzz: "I'm not sure how he plans to do that. As long as its in the ring, Desperado should be okay but if its somewhere other than that, he could spend a very long time in prison, longer than his previous spell, that's for sure."

TBCB ...

[fartwad]

Hayden steps in and up with his foot raised to stomp the miserable life out of Nicholas Wayne Carson when he stops and looks a the sight below him. He turns and hollers at Despy, whom turns around as he steps through the ropes on the apron. Desperado's eyes meet Nicholas' body and sees a hand up with a one fingered salute directed at him. Desperado yells in anger and steps back into the ring, joinng Hayden in a big stomp-the-shit-out-of Carson festival. The crowd roars, Hayden and Despy laugh loudly, but the loudest laughter comes from Nicholas himself.

"Is Nicholas laughing? He is, he's laughing!"
"That sick bastard."

The two relent and look at each other while Carson rolls onto his stomach and happens to see the mic laying next to him so he grabs it up while still on the canvas.

"Ouch, ahhhh. Did you hit me with your fist or a damn truck, Despy? Hahaha heehehe hoohoo hahaha. You really don't get me do you guys?"

Nicholas suddenly rolls under the ropes to the outside with mic held, finally exiting Hayden 's ring to the cheers of the fans finally seeing him removed from the scene.

"Just when you think you got me all figured out; just when you think the unpredictable monster has become predictable; just when you think you have all the answers when it comes to me, I go and change the questions. You're not in control Despy, neither are you Hayden. I'm always in control, I was in control just then when you were stomping my guts out. Don't believe me, then just hold on a second."

Nicholas looks up to the rafters and takes a deep breath and nods.

"NOW!"

The two men in the ring are suddenly seiged and crumbled to the canvas under the weight of a big, heavy net that falls from the rafters. it traps them there, preventing them from any type of offense.

"Holy shit a net?"
"Who the hell did that? Who's helping Carson? Who would WANT to help Carson?"

Carson rolls back into the ring and plows into each man, stomping them they same as they did him as he speaks.

"Not so funnt now huh, you two little shit birds."

He lays into each scrambling man bigtime until finally blasting Despy in the side of the head with the handle of the mic. He sits on Despy and talks to him through the net.

"I almost forgot to tell you, I'm not alone on this one you dumb son of a bitch. I am not a mindless brute. I'm quite cunning if you'll remember. But Despy, I'll take your little challenge and morph it into my own sick little game. Same for you Hayden. And Despy, before I leave you here to ponder what just happened, I will answer one of your questions that I have failed to thus far. You asked why I suddenly became so sentimental about EVPW when I was the main cause of its demise. Well, it's one of those things like in love and losing that love; you just don't know how good you have it or to what depths you actually love something or someone until it's gone. That's why I have this fire burning in my heart for EVPW, may she rest in peace. Now go on, climb the NeXus cage tonight and be thinking of me; be thinking of the horror that awaits you after winning the damn thing or coming short yet again. Ha ha fucking ha, the joke's on you."

Nicholas stands up and tosses the mic out of the ring and exits, throwing up a quick thank you nod to the mystery person in the rafters as he walks up the ramp and vanishes behind the curtain under a huge boom shot of jeers.

EOT. I liked this. I like how we can do something unexpected and turn it into this. Great job guys, and come one you have to give me props for the Jake Diamond impersonation.

[ultraviolent]

Karma to Nick for the Jake thing, I was believing it. I AM IN THIS! LOOK FOR A PROMO!