The scene opens up with a black leather bound book and a small silver pen sitting on a large desk. The desk is made from the highest quality oak; a black sheen covers the top of the it. The book setting on top of the desk has a gold script on it reading "History". Quickly a bruised, scared, and burnt hand enters the scene. It grabs the small silver pen, a second hand follows suit opening tome. The pages fall open to a page entitled WZCW title reigns. Ty Burna's name is setting on top of the page, followed by Austin Reynolds. Alex Bowen's name is below that, And Everest's along with Big Dave's follow suit. The weathered hand darts forward, with one motion crosses out the Name of Austin Reynolds and Alex Bowen! A dark black line of ink obscures our camera from seeing what was once there. But we can see what is now being written. It's writing Alex Bowen in place of Austin Reynolds, and now replaces Austin's name below Bowens. The hand drops the pen, with the defacement finished it closes the book. With a panning motion of the camera we can see a man holding it greedily to his bare chest. The camera adjusts and pans out even more and we can see that the man is the Mayhem Champion Alex Bowen. Undoubtedly marking his latest conquest in the WZCW history book. Mr. Bowen is now second in length of title reigns, only behind the former World Heavyweight Champion Ty Burna. He smiles a manic and twisted smile as he climbs up one step to replace the leather book in his flourishing library. Bowen makes his way over to an almost perfect replica of his blackened throne, sitting behind a large desk in his study Bowen looks at peace.
Alex- When I was a young man my father always told me to take what I wanted. The old man never really taught me to do much of anything. I had to fight for it all, that is what I am doing here. I am re writing not only the Mayhem Division's history book, but WZCW's as a whole. Everyone in this division is just like a tick latching on to a dog. They are just along for the ride as I cement my legacy in this company. I will not let that happen. I have things to say about my former partner Matt Tastic, but for now Everest will have to do. He was a great name to add to my list, it was great to see the decaying icon of this company lose. What is it that you really do? Are they just using you to put over new talent now? Is that how you make your paychecks these days? You laughed at being put in a match with me, but really it was I who was laughing at you.
A small pile of papers sits on the corner of his desk. Along with a clean new crystal ash tray. Bowen ignores the tray, pulling the stack of papers closer to him. His eyes light up as he finds what he was looking for. Putting it on top, he places the stack on the desk again. We can see it's a picture, but Bowen pulls it up to his face. He looks smugly at it while mumbling. He turns the glossy printed piece of paper to the camera. Newly crowned World Champion Everest stands tall in the ring. The picture is taken at the top of the ramp; you can see the back of the now retreating behemoth Manzo and his handler.
Alex- Your proudest moment huh? What about you now? Just nothing more than a jobber to the stars. You're more of a coward than I thought you were. I've made it perfectly clear why I left my partner. But when it comes down to it Scumm attacked me before the last pay per view. I will never let something like that go unpunished. What reasons did you have to leave Sean Cruz behind? Are you above him? I think not.
Bowen leans back and pulls out a drawer in his desk, reaching in he pulls out a remote. After pointing it at the tv in the corner of the room, and hitting a few buttons the picture comes on. The camera turns and it is a paused DVR of last weeks Meltdown. Bowen rolls the footage, as he grits his teeth.
Baez flies off the turnbuckle with the Screw Attack and nails Everest in the back, Cruz goes to hit the superkick to Baez but Baez hits him with the Twisted T! Baez thinks about covering but remembers he isnt the legal man but Bowen who is barely recovered from the superkick, rolls across and lays an arm across Cruzs chest. 1...2...3!
Cohen:A great win for Bowen over his main competitor for his Mayhem title!
Copeland:Are you kidding me? That was the Baez show and if it wasnt for him then Everest and Cruz would have had this match sewn up! Plus Sean Cruz certainly wont be happy that the King of Mayhem got one up on him once again!
Baez quickly exits the ring as Everest looks on from outside the ring. He shakes his head and begins making his way to the back. Bowen slowly recovers and begins laughing as he's pinned Cruz. He grabs his Mayhem Title from the ref and yells at the slowly rising Cruz. Bowen holds the title up to boos from the crowd.
With all his might Bowen stands up and flings the TV remote. It bounces off the wall and falls into nothing more than a pile of junk on the floor. He points to the camera with a finger full of rage.
Alex- And yet the fans will still cheer you after that display, the brass have them brainwashed. I'm done with you for now Everest. One day you will come crawling to me, when you are on your last legs. I'll spit in your eye, and think nothing of it.
Alex grins at his last comment.
Alex-So lets get on to the real meat and potatoes, Mr. Matt Tastic! Do you know what I was about to do? It's called earning your stripes. I was teaching Sean Cruz never to cross the King of Mayhem. Back to the lesson my father taught me, I take what I want. I wanted to hear him cry in pain when I smashed his face in. You want to question my actions, and what I've done during my reign? My question to you in response: what the hell have you done since you lost your title?
Bowen is seething. His pupils dilate as he stares at the camera, we can see a small blue vein at the top of his head start to pump. He slams his fist down on the table in rage flipping the papers off his desk. But stops as he realizing what he is doing. Bowen pulls a cigar out of his left pocket. While lighting it he puffs to catch the leaf all around. Stopping and trying to relax, Bowen takes a couple nervous puffs off his huge cancer stick.
Alex- Nothing, you are nothing more than a common thief. Stealing title contracts like the good little bitch you are. It's people like you in this company that give the King of Mayhem a bad name. Former champions who go around and badmouth the new champions. I guess that's all you really can do anymore anyways. Matt, you beat Scott Hammond. After he laughably beat all you hacks in the worst Mayhem title match ever. Then what do you go and do? You go and have a lackluster record setting reign... and lose to Chris Jones! Hell after I beat him twice he was forced into being a corner boy. Then what did he do? Oh that's right he left. Just like Justin Cooper, Ewan Kampa, and Ale. I'm weeding the weak out of my division, I'm not killing dreams; I'm just making my division that much better. All you managed to do was cruise through your title reign. Do the memories cripple you? Your career fell apart because you let it. You've bled out all you've had to lose. Does it bother you that I'm putting on the most hardcore matches WZCW has ever seen. My reign is the complete polar opposite of anyones reign. Things evolve, you have no idea what the Mayhem scene is like now.
Bowen points to a large picture of himself in a black leather jacket. His Mayhem title is setting across his waist. In the picture a smug smirk lines his face; it's as if he is looking down at the world.
Alex- Everest might of been the first Mayhem Champion, but I am the King of Mayhem. What more can you say about me? Your only ammo for me was that I'm a terrible champ? Great stuff Copernicus, now get to the back of the line with all the rest of the armchair jockeys.
Alex starts to slowly walk around the room, cigar in hand he is thinking deeply.
Alex- So what do you bring to the table Baez? A high flying offense? Sweet,that's a new one. But it's noting a roll of barbed wire to the face won't stop. I offer you this, lay down. Lay down before your king, because you can't keep up with the new age of mayhem. This is a new hellish place, unlike the meek and tame place you left it. Chris Jones almost crapped himself when he found out what I was capable of bringing. So far only one man has been able to best me in my home ground. That man is Sean Cruz, and he only did it after four people did his dirty work for him. They had to work together to beat the monster in me.
Bowen ashes his cigar on the floor next to his feet after taking a long drag of his cigar. His arms shake nervously as smoke rolls out of his mouth.
Alex: How do you stop someone with a without a conscience Matt? This is second nature to me boy. Up until I was eighteen I was beaten along with my mother and brothers like it was going out of style. I live by the lessons I learned as a kid. You kick the hell out of anything that doesnt want to conform to your rule. A little pain from you is nothing compared to what I endured as a kid. I will have no problems with doing this to you. I'm going to actually enjoy it, I'll give you your stripes since you never really earned them anyways.
Bowen smiles at that thought. He Gasps, as he finally realizes question he's been thinking of.
Alex- The question in my division is how do you beat me? Here is how you do it; you take the will to fight away from me. It took five men to do that, so lets go back to last week. What; did Sean melt your little black heart? How touching. I won't stop bashing your skull in with a brick until I see bone. Will you do the same? Because that is what it will take to stop me, you will have to make the children cry. You will have to make the adults look to the exits in fear for their lives.
Bowen quickly shakes his head, in a hell no manner. He puts up his hand waving off the last thought, he has more important things to talk about today.
Alex- I just don't think you have what it takes to do that. Looking back on your reign you just had to smack a couple of chumps around and pin them. No one you've ever faced is up to the caliber that I am. But I look forward to our meeting Matt; this is just another name I can put in the record book. This is just another thing I can check off. A win in the Main Event of a new show will look so great next to my name. The King of Mayhem's name is just racking up stuff like that lately isn't it?
The Mayhem champion sets back on his black oak desk and smiles a wide grin.
Alex- I will never have a problem doing what I said. It's eat or be eaten, if you don't do what you can to stop from losing you will allways come in last. That is why your greatest achevement is now being second to Alex Bowen in the Mayhem division. I take what I need, and leave nothing but pain in my wake. Hostility will ensue, and I will not make an attempt to repent for what I'm going to do to you. The noose waits for you Matt, it's swinging. Only my blade can cut it down now.
Bowen leans back and grabs his cigar. With the same hand he waves off the camera with a weary hand and stands up. He walks back around his desk as the camera fades out.
