The Great War Wages On!

We zoom in on some ripped flesh, fresh blood seeping from the wounds. We hear the voice of Justus.

"For the last time you have let us down Phoenix. Soon, we will cast you out and you will be left all alone. Go on, defeat Jason Ryan. Make him your bitch. Your very existence depends on it. We made you whole again when you were at your weakest. We made you realize your strength. We gave you HaVeN and you ran it into the ground. Now we are giving you a second chance because we know what you are capable of Phoenix. We will not be so generous next time."

Justus cackles as the darkness disappears and Phoenix turns around, tears streaming down her face. Her mascara running down her cheeks as she begins laughing a bit. She nods as if she knows what to do.

"I may be immortal but that doesn't mean I do not feel pain. I feel the pain of being cast out. I feel the pain of letting those who care for me down. You know a thing or two about that, don't you Jason? You won the World Title and became the hottest thing going in APW but then what happened? You got comfortable. You made yourself feel as if you were worth more than your weight in gold. You let yourself down. You let yourself believe you were worthy of so much more than you truly are. You made yourself feel like a leader when you will always be a follower."

Phoenix winces in pain as she turns around the rest of the way and drapes a blood red robe around her naked body.

"There comes a time in everybody's life when they have to make a change. You went and watched Tombstone and came back thinking you belonged at the OK Corral. You came back looking like an extra from a George Strait music video. You claim to be an outlaw and a gunslinger but remember this, you miss one hundred percent of the shots you don't take. You also miss one hundred percent of the shots you take at someone who can't die. Keep thinking you are a big deal and this week I will have no qualms about taking you out of this company for good. Go ahead, hop on your little motorcycle and ride off into the sunset like the ending of a Clint Eastwood film. When the lights dim and the cameras stop rolling, I can ultimately suck your soul out of your body and leave you dead in the middle of the ring and no one will bat an eye. No one will miss you. No one will come looking. As I get the three count this week you better count your blessings if I let you live to fight another day."

Phoenix, now pale as a ghost shivers a bit in the cold of the air conditioning.

"You see Jason, you have something of a reputation around here as being the weakest link, the biggest loser if you will. At Alpha Showdown a mere couple months ago, I came within an inch of defeating America Jackson. I would have went on to win the World Title. It was never meant to be in that moment. Everything happens for a reason. It is not due to a God or a higher power. It is all due to our own limits. Everyone is pushed to them. Everyone has a limit in which they tap out. I haven't come close to mine. You, my dear mortal, have been pushed and poked and prodded and nothing can be more frustrating than finding yourself in the freezing cold when no one is there to pick you up or take you in. No one will stop me from leaving you outside in the cold. You may live, you may die, but no one will care. No one will be worried about you. I have my people, the Moroi have been such amazing caretakers for me when no one else would be. I was once where you are. I was once left with nothing. I barely had clothes on my back. I was sleeping in van with a bra and shorts and nothing else. That is when I met Justus. Justus taught me how to love again, in a world so cruel. He helped me get the building we are currently in and helped me begin a HaVeN for the lost... a safe place for the damned."

Phoenix has a seat on her bed as she begins rubbing lotion on her legs. She shakes her head as she thinks back to the beating Justus had just given her.

"Sometimes we must show some tough love. That is what Justus does when he breaks out the whip. He puts me back in my place to remind me who is in charge. To remind me who is the creator. Much like when I had to cast Pandora out of HaVeN. We all run out of time whether it be in life or in love. We all have our limits to when we are done. We have our limits to when we can no longer take mediocrity as an excuse. When is your limit, Jason? When will you stop settling for mediocrity and strive to be better. Strive to be the best wrestler in the world. Strive to be a fucking GOD! You see, I am done being a peasant. It is time I become the Queen of Moroi. You will be the first sacrifice as I work to ascend the throne and take my seat beside King Justus and the lead the best of the best. I will forge an army as the end of days approaches. What side will you be on, Mr "Outlaw", Mr. "Gunslinger"? Will you be on the right side of history or will you be damned like the rest?"

Phoenix winces as she looks into the camera again.

"The Moroi will soon be the leaders of the Earth. You peasants will all bow down to our superior race. I am going to catch some heat for this on Social Media, but Hitler was right. There is a superior race. It is a race, not of this world. Not of human descent. It is a race of superhuman beings that is ready to infect the world with the disease that courses through our veins and through our system. We will ensure that those who serve us best, are spared. Will you serve us, Jason? Will you pledge your heart and soul to the Moroi?"

Her face turns from pain to pleasure as runs her hand along her bare legs.

"Or will you be doomed, to spend your days in an eternal damnation? In an eternal torture that affects, not your soul like the biblical hell, but that affects your will to live. When you feel like suicide is the only option. When you look for an easy way out but your life force is no longer in your control. We will turn everyone willingly... or unwillingly. You will be immortal but still able to feel an eternal pain. No more will you be able to soothe your own pain. No more will pain killers do the job. An eternal torture that you will feel every single lash. You will look up and beg for your life. You will beg to be able to die. Death will no longer be an option. This eternal torture will continue forever more. Then what will you do, Jason? Cry to mommy? She will feel the wrath of your choice as well. Keep coming at me like I am nothing and I will prove to you that I am a power far beyond anything you ever imagined. Save a horse... Kill a Cowboy."

With a wink Phoenix runs a knife along her own wrist as the blood begins to flow and we see Justus lean down and drink the blood that flows as his eyes glow red and Phoenix's body goes limp. He looks into the camera.

"Heed her warning mortals for the great war is on and you are already losing. You are already royally FUCKED!"

Justus and Phoenix both laugh as the scene fades to black.