#BoRNBeTTeRTHaNu

***THE FOLLOWING GLIMPSE INTO THE FUTURE WAS FUNDED FULLY BY THE BLOODLINE.  DO YOURSELF A FAVOR HEED THE WARNINGS, AND PLEASE TRY NOT TO TAKE THE BEATINGS YOU RECIEVED PERSONALLY, BECAUSE IT'S JUST BUSINESS...OUR BUSINESS.  ALSO YOU MIGHT WANT TO GET USED TO IT...BECAUSE FROM HERE IT'S ONLY GOING TO GET WORSE...MUCH MUCH WORSE!  IT ISN'T OUT FAULT WE WERE JUST #BoRNBeTTeRTHaNu...You'RE WeLCoMe***

Scene opens hours after the BattleCaDe celebration had come and gone.  It was time to focus back on the business at hand, because after their co'op was successfully undertaken it was time to get down to busines.  They were going to have enemies on all sides now and we going to be under the mass scrutniy of the entire roster moving forward as they were some loud mouths making some boisterous claims.  The scene opens up outside of the front of a luxurious hotel in down town New Orleans, The W.  The who's who of people that visit the Big Easy at one point or another have stayed here.  A large white stretch hummer limo pulls up and the belhop opens the door.  Outsteps newest member of the BloodLine, The DoN oF Di$Re$PeCT LA Johnny Stylez.  He is wearing a BloodLine t-shirt and has his face painted identically to El Muertos.  His blue hair hands over his face and he has a thick rimmed sunglasses on and has a ...uhh cigarette hanging from his lips.  He walks in removing his sport coat and handing it to the bell hop.  Johnny motions that the camera crew is with him and they join him on the elevator.  He doesn't bother putting his "cigarette out."  As the elevtor doors close.  The scene then slowly fades...

....4 MiNZ and 19 SeCoNdZ LaTeR

Scene fades into the roof of the W where we see LA Johnny Stylez over looking the Big Easy streets of the French Quater below.  He sits with his feet dangling over the roof smoking another cigarette.  He takes a hit and then holds it in for a moment before exhaling the smoke through his nostrils.  He turns around faces the camera and begins speaking while flashing that arrogant smirk of his.

LA Johnny Stylez: BattleCaDe is in the mother phuckin books!  What a show it was...Some new Champions were crowned, but most importantly ladies and gentlemen hold on to your got damn socks because yes you saw it right The PaRaGoNa oF AMeRiKaNa has broken on through to the other side and has offically become a member of ze


Raise your hand if you saw that shit comin!  PUT YOUR GOT DAMN HANDS DOWN NO YA F'N DIDN'T!  It was a plan executed to sheer and utter perfection.  The only one who should have seen it coming was the dumbass who got hit by it the worst.  El Muertos!  What a 


Of course I am!  You see APW the ground is shifting beneath your very feet. The world as you knew it is slowly but surely ceasing to exist.  None of you.  Not a got damn one of you is safe now that I have the numbers on my side.  Because from where I was standing the Bloodline was very close to achieving and sustaining dominance over APW they just lacked one very key one very necesary ingredident.  They needed someone to give them credibility, not that they didn't have it already,  but let's be real about one thing boys and girls with a mouth like mine on their side people definitley take them far more seriously then they did say 


Dare you to what you may ask?  Anything!  Talk shit about us, talk down to us...Even look like you are doing either of the two and we will smack you so phucking bad the last two people you hit are going to wake up sore too!  I have hit APW like a meteor smacking the Earth with the type of speed and velocity that will soon render the old guard of this place


APW needs something fresh, exciting, and unique and take a good look you bunch of sorry shitbags I check all boxes on that front!  The Bloodline plus LA Johnny Stylez is a winning combination that none of you will be able to resist!  Jason Ryan is a man of vision, add my mind to his and there is a real litany of capers, schemes, and pure CRIMES we will be able to get away with.  The first of which happened at BattleCaDe...Hey Muertos...



But let's not place the blame where it don't go.  You know whose idea it was to have my entry into the BloodLine be at your expense?  I know English is your second language MuChACHO but use some context clues will ya?  Because it was me that designed the whole PHUCKING THING!  And do you know why I did it?  Because I am as afraid of you as I am a haunted house at a CHRISTIAN HALLOWEEN CELEBRATION!  Sure it may appear spooky to children and what not...But someone that doesn't watch Nick jr goes in there and well let's just say fear isn't exactly the emotion they are feeling at the beginning, middle, or end of it!  I did it Muertos because I don't respect you I don't like you and I can't wait to slap all that paint off your face so people can see what your real stupid face looks like when you are force fed the fact that vengance will not be yours eventually!  This is something that you are just gunna have to phuckin




Bring that face painted ass around my way again and see what the phuck happens CHUMP!  I promise you won't like it, you are better off finding something else to occupy your time, because if you climb all the way up the ladder to get to Jason or Myself, look back down and judge how far of a fall you need to brace yourself for because that is the one and only thing that is going to happen...And you know what douche bag?



But what do ya say we keep things a little more current?  Let's talk about whose turn it is to get their ass handed to them on a silver platter this week.  Ya know I had some trouble tracking ya down Mad Maxipad!  Mixed reviews really, some say watch out for ya...Others say this, some say that...But at the end of the day do you wanna know what conclusion I was able to come to all by myself?  Well if you've made it this far I assume you do! Now don't get me wrong normally I'd find some other way to do this little tap dance, but this week I thought it better so sit and just level with you docuhe bags out there watching this right now. Sit down up here where I come to think when I need to and just really put alllllllllll my cards on the table and tell you shit bags how it is.  Case and point watch I'm finna do it right now!  Because Ms. Cowgirl from Hell...Before you even open that Dead BaBy WaSTe BASKET YOU CALL YOUR MOUTH do us and yourself a favor and just


Because at the end of the day I don't care where you've been I care much less about what you've done.  And at the end of the day I and anyone else with the teeny tiniest lick of sense knows what you are too, and your little shit Halloween costume that you prance around in don't fool me one phuckin bit.  Actually it's the little costume and joke of a hair cut that were the first two dead give aways of why you are precisley what I'm fixing to tell everyone you are!  And please Ms. Riggs...I know so far you may have paved yourself quite the path here in APW, but I'm here to tell ya ya friggin phuck puppet, the unfortunate news is that the path you have been clearing for yourself this entire time has been headed towards straight down this dead end!  BEcause while APW is jammed packed with quite the collection of up and coming stars only a select few of us will go onto to transcend the others and well the COWGIRLS from Hell aren't on that list.  And it's because for as bad ass that you like to think you are and may have even successfully projected yourselves to be at this point, allow me to point out that we are at the back end of this crap Women's REVOLUTION, which ya know


I mean so what that in ever Robin Hood and King Aruthur movie now Maid Marian and Quinievere pick up swords and go running into battle like it actually happened.  I'm so happy for your strive for equality.  And hell this little revolution of yours has produced some actul role models and some damn good stars for this business and others.  But just because this is going on doesn't mean they are all the real deal...Enter the


Because let's be honest other than me being under the impression that all cowgirls came from hell on paper you might come off like a bad ass, but like I said deep down I know what you really are and that is what is going to enable me to climb in that ring tomorrow night when Monday is Metal and stomp all over your face and flush you down the metaphorical toilet of life when I move above and beyond you permanetly.  ANd that one thing I know that apparently others don't see despite the obvious being right in front of their phucking faces is this...At the end of the day TITS, you aint nothin more than a 


So your life became a temper tantrum and since you came from a real hardnosed place like Canada and then Detroit you figured you'd need some sort of attitude to throw people off your scent.  But princess I'm here to tell ya I could smell the pathetic, the jobber, and the vagina blood literally MILES AWAY!  You see I'm not like you because I am way better than you.  My essence is made  up of more tha a bad continuation of a post apoclyptic movie.  Because that is the only place Charlise Theron is on equal footing with the real bad guys in life..IE 


To put it in plain English though MuFFIN (HA SEE WHAT I DID THERE??)  Unlike you I'm not a gimmick!  What you see is what you get!  You will eventually fade just like all memory of that crap movie you have decided to model your life after!  Now I would tell you to stop wasting everyone's time and join the ring crew but we both know you have come wayyyyy to farr to do that.  So I'll fix it so you don't have a choice.  So know this DEARY...You show me one weakness, you give me one opportunity and I will gladly snap your neck, break your back, do the one thing your parents warn you about when you make those calls to home looking for that valadation you so desperatley need and why you ultimately left home to go on this silly crusade of yours that bore fruit until the day you crossed paths with DoN oF Di$Re$PeCT, and in one humiliating turn of events exposed you to your peers, to the fans, to everyone watching at home and most importntly to


And hell I haven't completley written off me climbing in that ring with you tomorrow night and finding out that you do have some moxy, maybe even a little scrapper in you.  But cooommmmeee on lady. HA!  People like you exist to warm the crowd up for people like me.  Me sitting on a roof top dangling my feet over the edge while I sit here and smoke joints and tell you about yourself if more entertaining then you preforming in a three ring circus, riding motorcycles across the wastelands that used to be Earth pretending to be your favorite fictious female role model!  The Bullshit ends Monday night so Tuesday is more than likely going to be the most depressing day of your entire PHUCKING LIFE PRINCESS!  And like I said eariler this is what we do...This is who I am...And that is precisley why I am not even kinda sorry about any of it.  Not the permanent damage I'll do to your face, not the coma I might put you in, and most definitley not when I drill you on your head and force feed every single word of every single sentence that comes out of your mouth.  But the truth of who you are and what you are worth...Which is JACK AND SHIT...ANd that my dear lady is what I mean when I say...



...See ya tomorrow night SWEET PEA, I'll be the one KICKING YOU IN THE FACE!

And Muertos, stay on your side of the street bitch or I'll show you a fear you have never known before...That's as much a promise as it is a THREAT!  See ya round the way ApDuB!!!  JOHNNY OUT!!!


ANd with that the Paragona of Americana flicks his joint off the edge of the building and we watch it fall to the ground below some 50 stories down.  Johnny swings around and hops off the ledge and heads back down to his room.  He opens the door turns to the camera and gives us all one last arrogant smirk and a wink as he slams the door behind him leaving you all with the notion that this time just like all the other times


...Has Been YoUR PLEa$uRE!!!