Just as Flex begins to stir inside the ring, the lights go down, only an eerie glow left surrounding the ring. Flex tries using the ropes to stand, when a hole opens in the ring and a set of arms pull Flex down into the abyss. Flex fights, but the horror on his face is evident as he is swallowed up, into the hole. As hes pulled into the depths under the ring he doesnt see tables, ladders, or chairs. In fact he sees no equipment under the ring at all, he begins to slowly submerge into an almost purgatory of darkness. Throughout all of it however he can see little glimpses of light spread throughout the area, almost like little portals. He begins to see glimpses of the former tag team Kings of Hate, he sees them lose repeatedly. He sees Barrett Stratton losing and being humiliated repeatedly. He even sees Joe Mason being showered in Jew Gold. And finally he sees one last glimpse, this time however its one of himself, first being rolled up by Kagura to lose a Gold Rush qualifier, then being given a Tit-Drop off the stage at Gold Rush, and then finally being pinned in the center of the ring by Titus, effectively losing what may be his final championship match. The monsieur of muscle begins to notice that all of these flashes have one thing in common: theyre all among the complete failures of WZCW. Once the bodybuilder comes to this realization he begins to freak out. Still floating in limbo he tries to get away from this black void but hes trapped. He begins to yell and scream but he cant even hear the sound of his own voice. Hes alone, no one can hear him, and no one cares
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FLEXXX!!!!
The fitness freak is jolted awake by the sound of his number one fan Charles The Cheesecake Chesterfield. He is shocked to find that hes no longer under the purgatory under the ring but instead in his private gym sitting on a bench.
Charles: Flex are you in there buddy?
Flex: Where am I?
Charles: Flex Fitness of course. Ive been trying to get you train for the last hour or two but you just keep sitting there with that extremely blank look.
Flex: What about Ascension? Who pulled me under the ring?
Charles: Dorian Slaughter
Flex: Why? What happened afterwards?
Charles: Honestly I dont really know
he just kind of poked his head out and looked really evil. You were pulled out by EMTs soon after.
Flex: Let me guess he gave me another concussion?
Charles: Actually you were cleared medically pretty soon thereafter. Slaughter didnt really do anything besides pull your basically lifeless body under the ring. Nobody seems to know why he did it though.
Flex: Dont know and dont care, Ill beat it out of him in our match.
Charles: You might have to wait a bit
you have to deal with Kagura on Meltdown first.
As soon as the former Elite champions name is uttered Flex immediately flashes back to where his recent failures truly began: The loss to Kagura.
Flex: Kagura Daikoran
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Charles: She changed her last name Flex
Flex: Again? God damnit! Look whatever shes called now its because of her that all this bad stuff happened! I was riding high after ending Showtimes career and then after one trick rollup and fluke victory she beats me. Before I can even react there Titus is there to assault me. Then Titus is able to few inches and barely score a win, Slaughter decides to pull me under the ring. Enemies just keep coming out of nowhere and they keep derailing my career one after the other. First taking away a potential world title shot, stealing away the EurAsian championship, at this rate I wont even be able to enter the Lethal Lottery! I cant let this stand, I need to retrace my steps and make things right. And that starts with Kagura.
Charles: Shes not the same Kagura you once faced.
Flex: Well Im not the same Flex she once faced. Before I said my match against Titus was going to be my once and only time I bend the rules for my own benefit but circumstances have changed. WZCW has changed, and I need to change with it.
Charles: Does this mean youre finally going to train again?
Flex: No, this means Im going to start winning again. Because from now one it's Trust No One, Clothesline Everyone.