[My Knite and Shining Armor]
"Even in defeat, I'll keep my head high."

Alpha and Omega; noun
The beginning and ending.

"Stacy decided to stick around for this overseas tour...but I have never realized is how much a pain in the ass this woman can really be."

.:The cameras open up and we begin to take a walk down a busy street. We casually stroll and look at the other pedestrians walking with...or against the camera. Some are talking on their cell phones, some are talking to the person that stand next to them or some are just enjoying the scenery. The scene is city like and you could almost compare it to New York City itself...minus the thirty story buildings...and add on that most of these buildings are about an average of ten stories. But nonetheless, we walk and we arrive to an open air Olive Garden restaurant that lies near the block next to a grocery stand. The cameras make their way pass the row of tables that lie outside the Olive Garden and walk to the back where there is a table of about six sitting down. The cameras move in closer and we see that at this big table sits Stacy Andretti, The Truth, Mitchell Davis and Marcus Menace. They all sit, eat and enjoy their respective meals and while Mitchell Davis passes something along to Stacy Andretti, a conversation arises.:

Mitchell Davis: Well, I just want to be the first one to say...sorry about what happened on Wild on Wednesday.

The Truth: Yeah, I'm sorry too.

Marcus Menace: It's all right. It happens. I'm not fazed one bit...the match meant nothing.

The Truth: It would've meant something if your title was on the line.

Marcus Menace: But it wasn't...so shut up with it.

The Truth: Well...okay.

Stacy Andretti: Hey, look!...the bread is here.

.:An Olive Garden waitress reaches the table with a tray in her hand and with a small table basket full of bread and four beverages. The waitress places the small basket of bread on the center of the table and one by one, hands Stacy, Marcus, Mitchell and Aaron their drinks.:

Stacy Andretti: You know...Sean liked bread with his meals. Especially a coke.

Marcus Menace: Who cares?

The Truth: Yeah...who cares. Why have someone like Andretti, when you can have a stud...like me.

.:The Truth leans in over the table at Stacy and winks at her. He then raises his eyebrows in a perverted kind of way...as Andretti watches on, disgusted. She nods her head while taking small sips of her drink, which we assume is a coke.:

Stacy Andretti: I'm sorry, you are not my type.

The Truth: Yeah, right. You are lying.

Stacy Andretti: No, I'm not.

The Truth: Well, I say you are. I say that you couldn't handle me.

Stacy Andretti: Hmm...really?

The Truth: Yeah, really.

.:The Truth gets up out of his seat and starts dancing like a gypsy for Stacy Andretti...much to the disgust of Marcus Menace, Mitchell Davis, Stacy Andretti and the few pedestrians who walk past the open air Olive Garden. Mitchell decides he has had enough and opts to sit Aaron down himself.:

Mitchell Davis: What in the hell do you call yourself doing?

Marcus Menace: Heh, I know. Make an ass out of himself in public?

The Truth: I was dancing...for my baby.

Stacy Andretti: Eww, you?

The Truth: You know you want me. I'm so sexy.

Marcus Menace: Have you looked in the mirror?...since when was that?

Mitchell Davis: Yeah...I'd like to know.

Stacy Andretti: Me too.

The Truth: Um.....

.:Nervous...and under pressure, Aaron turns a beet red and wipes off the dripping sweat from his temples. He then gets up and walks away.:

The Truth: Bathroom break, ya know?

Stacy Andretti: Surrre.

Marcus Menace: See you later...sexy?

The Truth: Hey, shut up!

.:All three laugh at the joke of Aaron being known as sexy as The Truth storms off and inside of the restaurant for a "bathroom break". The laughter begins to fade as they continue to chew their food and continue the conversation.:

Stacy Andretti: So, who exactly is that guy?

Mitchell Davis: He's Aaron. He used to do introductions for Sean Andretti, now he's with us.

Stacy Andretti: Used to?...what he is doing now?

.:Mitchell Davis looks over at Marcus Menace who is enjoying his meal, along with his bread and nods his head as Davis focuses his attention back at Stacy.:

Mitchell Davis: He is...um...what he is doing is...he is a member of the Unholy Alliance. Yeah, that's it.

Stacy Andretti: Sean never said anything about an introduction guy.

Marcus Menace: Maybe he didn't want you to know...ever think of that?

Stacy Andretti: No. Sean never hides anything away from me.

Marcus Menace: ...You sure about that?

Stacy Andretti: What's that supposed to mean?

Marcus Menace: It means exactly what it sounds like, missy.

Stacy Andretti: What's gotten into you lately?

Marcus Menace: You.

Stacy Andretti: Huh?

Marcus Menace: What the hell does it sound like?

.:Marcus shifts his focus to his food once more...as Mitchell intervenes.:

Mitchell Davis: Hey man, why don't you just chill out?

Marcus Menace: What did I do?

Mitchell Davis: You are acting like an asshole.

Marcus Menace: No, I'm not.

Mitchell Davis: Yes, you are. Stacy didn't do anything to you.

Marcus Menace: Yeah, she did...and so did you.

Stacy Andretti: What did I do?

Marcus Menace: Why don't you mind your own business?

Stacy Andretti: I never did anything to you. All I did was ask about Sean Andretti.

Marcus Menace: Well, maybe Sean didn't ask about you.

Stacy Andretti: What are you trying to say?

Marcus Menace: Are you dumb...or just blonde?!

Mitchell Davis: Marcus!!!!!

Marcus Menace: What?

.:Mitchell Davis looks over at Marcus with the same stare that he has used at him so many times before. Menace casually drinks on his beverage, staring at a Stacy Andretti who obviously looks hurt by Marcus' comments.:

Mitchell Davis: I don't know what's gotten into you.

Stacy Andretti: Are you saying that Sean...doesn't love me?

Marcus Menace: I don't know. Take it for what you want. I really don't care.

Stacy Andretti: I think I'm going to be sick.

Marcus Menace: Why do I care?.....go throw up. I think the bathroom is on the left...but if not...oh well. You know what to do.

.:Stacy Andretti rises out of her seat with her napkin in hand and runs inside of the restaurant...holding the tears that she has inside of her. The cameras move back over to Marcus Menace who finishes the rest of his plate and the rest of his drink. Marcus shrugs as Mitchell Davis looks at him...obviously upset at his treatment to Stacy.:

Mitchell Davis: Just what the hell are you doing?

Marcus Menace: ...What I want, quite frankly.

Mitchell Davis: I swear, you've changed. Where has the old Menace gone, huh?

Marcus Menace: No where, really. He's still here.

Mitchell Davis: Bullshit. Prove it.

Marcus Menace: Well, Mr. Davis, I believe that's the least of your worries. I think you have a company to run, an obese man to train and a woman to caress. You have no time for me. But I will tell you however, that somehow...someway...she's going to find out.

Mitchell Davis: About what?

Marcus Menace: Oh...you know...about several months ago. Andretti and I. The little trip he made.

Mitchell Davis: You mean to tell me...that she doesn't know?!?

Marcus Menace: You'd be correct. She knows nothing. All the while, she was in medical care...getting treated courtesy of J. Stevenson.

Mitchell Davis: So, how do we tell her?

Marcus Menace: We?...no, no...I do this by myself. Alone.

.:Both men finish their food and stack the four plates on top of each other. They throw their napkins on the table and Marcus motions for the waitress to approach him.:

Marcus Menace: Check Please.

.:The waitress nods and heads her way...as Marcus sits down and the cameras focus in on his sick grin that he displays to Mitchell Davis as the scene fades...to...black.:

[From the Inside]

"I swear this woman is annoying. She sits and she reminisces about her husband...as if I give a fuck. I don't care. I didn't care about her before...and I won't care in the future. She keeps this up...and I will see to it that she lies in the next room to Sean Andretti. I can't stand this woman anymore. First, she appears out of nowhere and pretends she is buddy buddy with everyone. I mean, didn't she...and know damn well...that when the Unholy Alliance is conducting business that no one should interrupt?...see, this is why my wife is home...and not in a training facility with me. She never knows how...or when to shut up. But no...this was all Sean Andretti's idea. He said that Stacy would become an asset to our group. He said that she would contribute, pay her dues and do her part...and then...she debuted in the Chaos Heat Zone. The damn woman did nothing. All that training Sean did for her all went down the drain. She didn't even pick up one victory. Not one. Then later, she couldn't cut it, so she went back to managing. See, I should've listened to this brilliant brain of mine when I first started to. Putting Stacy Andretti in the Unholy Alliance?...what a terrible move. I thought this woman was done for after J. Stevenson gave her a concussion. I thought she was finished...out of my sight forever. I thought she was going to be a Chaos Heat Zone Woman's Champion...like advertised...but if it ain't like Andretti to give out challenges and never follow through. That bastard said he was going to come to the Chaos Heat Zone and turn the world upside down. He said he was going to make an impact...to change the Chaos Heat Zone from the inside out. But he never did that. He was never the same...and I saw his career heading to hell in a handbasket. Everytime he would lose, he would call me...and ask me for guidance. He tried to sound big for all of the fans...and sound tough for the wife he has to go home to every night. Never once did he congratulate me. He always ran to me and ask me to train him. He was always the one to come late. He never did anything. I saw his career fading, all after that knee injury. Ever since he lost the tag team championships to Sven and Ritchie Danko, Andretti had never been the same. He never had an ACL...or MCL injury. He was never injured. It was all a ploy...just to get out of work. He wanted to get paid and not work anymore of his matches. It was all a secret. A secret that he wanted to hide from the fans...and from himself. But I was the only one who knew. The only one who he said he could trust in. I've had enough of Andretti and his tactics. If only the people saw that same Andretti that I saw. The Andretti I saw wasn't the self-confident role model that he portrayed himself to be. Everything he preached about...and said he wouldn't do...when that red light went off...he would do the opposite. Andretti always told the kids not to smoke...but the camera would go off and he would yell for someone to hand him a cigarette. He told the kids to never drink and drive...but he got his license suspended just before I sent him away. No one saw that Andretti...and no one would believe me if I ever told...so it was our secret. Sean portrayed himself so well for the people...and was so caught up in his shit, that no one could say that he was a hypocrite. But he is...and he always will be. That's why I sent him away. I couldn't stand seeing Sean lie to the people. I couldn't stand Sean be such a fraud...and defy EVERYTHING that I taught him. I couldn't stand Sean...and myself...live this big lie. That drunk driving incident was the last straw and I set it up. I set it up for the biggest thing known to man. The demise of The Canadian Sensation.

...And it was so great seeing it. It was so great watching them carry Sean Andretti away...while he kicked and screamed. I put on my frown and pretended like I was upset on the outside...but on this inside...I was jumping for joy. I loved every single minute of it. Everyone in the Chaos Heat Zone hated Andretti. They wanted him dead. They wanted his career to be done with...but they never got the job done. Sean knew they wanted him for dead...and that he was a targeted man...but he never let that stop him. He used it to fire him up...a fire that I put out. See, all of those who wanted Andretti's career to be finished would always come short. Sean would never let anyone take him out...so I did it...when he least expected it. And that's what makes it even greater. Hell, look my career in the span of a month, then look at Sean's in the span of a year. Even I...a thirty-five year old man...is better than Sean and why?...because I am business smart. I am street smart...and that is how you succeed. After all I taught Sean, he still didn't get it...and he showed his true twenty-three year old abilities when he wrestled in the ring. Some say I put Sean Andretti in a mental institution so I could gain success...but you know something?...the more I hear that...that more I tend to believe it. The more the people put the blame on me...and the more I deny it...in my heart, I know that I was responsible. I know that I am the one who put The Canadian Sensation out of his misery. Not Sven. Not Ritchie Danko. Not Chris Raines. Not J. Stevenson...but me...Marcus Menace. His "friend." I tried to show Andretti the way...the right way...but he just rejected and ignored me. It was always about him...him...and him. When was he going to finally get his title shot...when was he going to get that newspaper interview...when was he going to a photo shoot? It was never about the passion of the business for him. It was about the fame...and the fortune. No, I didn't put Sean there inside of an institution for mostly my personal gain...I put him there because he needed to be there. He deserves to be there...and now...one more word from his skank wife and she will be there too. One more story, one more sigh, one more of ANYTHING...and she will be carried away...and I'll make sure that death does do them part...inside of an asylum.

J Stevenson wasn't the reason why Andretti went insane...hell, he wasn't he a prime reason. I know why he went insane. He couldn't handle being a fake anymore. He couldn't take be a fraud...and a phony. So he snapped. It was bound to happen...and I saw it coming. I wasn't shocked. But Stevenson did however, play a small part in it. See, have I no qualms with Stevenson, anymore. What happened in the past was past. Actually, I think J has established quite a name for himself...and has done everything so far that Andretti couldn't. Stevenson has risen himself from that moniker of being a tag team only specialist and now has himself being an Elite Impact Player. Stevenson is everything Andretti should have been...but I won't discriminate because J understands how this business works. J knows that this is a dog eat dog world and that no one cares about you but you. When J loses, he loses with pride...and keeps his dignity in tact. He keeps his head held high...and doesn't go insane. I like that. I respect that. I respect people like J. Stevenson...and if J was trained by Andretti and J understands this...then why couldn't Sean understand?...but it doesn't matter. The answers to my questions are irrelevant because I'm sure we would see the exact same results. But it isn't time to worry about J. Stevenson...it's time for me to relax and reflect...going into this week.

You are scared. There is no other way I can say it. There is no other way I can rephrase it. There's no beating around the bush…because we all know it is the truth. Manson...Ryan Knite, every time you two speak, we all know that you are digging yourselves deeper and deeper into the ground. With you two, it's like playing a game of Monopoly. Every time I think we are about to pass go and finally collect that two hundred dollars, we end up right back in jail. I know this week is going to be a rerun of the previous four. This week, all we are going to do is talk about completely nothing...and try our damnedest to get a mental edge on one another...but you Knite, your different from the rest. You have something about you, a certain piece of your personality, that makes you different from Tommy Manson, Inferno, Edward Hall or K.K Keyali. You don't cut straight to point, you let that sarcasm do it for you...and while for some it is a laughing matter...it's no laughing matter to me. What you interrupted on Wild was no laughing matter. What you interrupted was an interview that was supposed to be a lesson for Jade Williams. Tommy Manson defeated me...but so what?...someone please tell me what I was going to lose...or gain by this match. My championship gold wasn't on the line...and that is all that matters. But knowing Manson, he will believe that he is the champion...but it just doesn't work that way. Prove yourself first, big shot. Manson, I've proven myself in this game time and time again...for twelve years. Can two raw athletes to the game such as yourself and Knite compete with the experience and the competition that comes along with me?...I think not. See, I'm not letting a small little loss like that bring me down...because as long as I have this shiny piece of gold and leather around my waist, then I have nothing to pout about. As long as I have this gold, it means that I earned it...and that I deserve to have it. I didn't choose to have this title...fate chose it for me. Fate doesn't want Tommy Manson to hold the title...and fate doesn't want Ryan Knite to hold the title, either. But I didn't come here to the Chaos Heat Zone to talk shit and never deliver. I came here to silence them all...and not just with my words. I came to cease the moment...and make history as the wrestling retirement home soon calls my name.

This week, in the only title defense of the night...and in my first title defense...I plan to put on a show. I plan to tear the roof off of the joint. I plan to...once again...defy the odds. To show everyone that my win at Doomsday was not by luck...not by chance...that it was NOT a fluke. I'm not a fluke champion...better yet, I hold this title in high regard...and what I am ready to do is set this world ablaze. I'm ready for this title defense, I'm pumped up...and this Wednesday night...I will continue to bring credibility to my Alpha Championship as I show Ryan Knite why I am...

The Chosen One".

**Credit for the two banners goes to Josh Sutton and Josh Richards**