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Malice was heading out of the arena after laying out Freakshow at the end of the show as camera crews caught up with him. Rather than in his ring gear, he was in a suit and tie, though he was still wearing the mask.

"Malice! Malice! Why'd you attack Freakshow? " Matt Striker said as he caught up with him. Malice stood there for a moment not saying a word, not even turning around to face Matt Striker.

"Allow me to tell you a story.. The first is of WWFG's owner. Jamie Bader, this man is a horrible excuse for an owner, he's pathetic and most of all he's a rookie in EWA Unlimited... That's right, he's a rookie and he thinks he can control me? That's... laughable.. Even more laughable than Tyler 'I play so many characters that are all the same' Boley and Jake 'I stalk everyone and love to troll people because I've got to get noticed' Frato forming a tag team.. "

Malice turned around, and while one couldn't tell he was grinning behind the mask, the look in his eyes showed it.

"That's right children... I can play your game too..See the fact that they've made a tag team doesn't bother me at all. The fact they want to 'Break the Fourth Wall' so to speak and call me out as a reason why they've formed doesn't bother me... See THAT I find hilarious... So hilarious that the both of you are that pathetic that you blame ME for your failures, you blame me for the reason why everyone despises you so... No see you guys rip on one of the greatest tag teams of all time, 'The Outcasts'. Evidently that's the only way you two will EVER get over..."

Malice laughed uncontrollably uncharacteristically. He grabbed Striker's shoulder and pulled him close as he used him from balance because was laughing that much.

"Malice... Are you okay?" Matt Striker said looking very uncomfortable around Malice.

"Okay? Better than okay, you see... WWFG is a joke... It's creator is a babbling idiot, it's former owner Jed... Let me tell you about Jed.. You see, me and him despise each other, but we respect each other and what each other has done from either a business stand point or an in ring stand point.. But allow me to share with you our latest conversation..."

Malice held up a his wrist gauntlet and hit a button as a conversation between Malice and Jed.

"WWFG will be a better place to see Landry vs Malice for the title add in there. it'll stop the double booking and help out. seeing it's (The WWFG Undisputed Championship) a prop."

Malice stopped the recording

"The former owner of this place said the Undisputed title, the same title that he said was supposed to be the best title, the title that everyone was gunning for was a mere prop... Essentially useless isn't it? Matt, would YOU want to hold something that meant nothing? I mean aside from your job here.. If the Undisputed title, the pinnacle of the elite of this place means nothing.. What's there to fight for? My battles with Landry could be anywhere, any place. We chose this place because EWA needed competition for storylines since we're so far ahead of the curve.. Every other place is doomed to obscurity.."

Malice let go of Striker with a slight shove as he walked away slightly but then stopped.

"It was doomed from obscurity the moment the owner stopped caring about running this federation, stopped caring about the stars.. He doesn't even know who my wife is half the time after being here for THREE years making the best damn storyline there is... You won't be seeing Phoenixfire in WWFG... You won't be seeing me here either... Why the ******** should I care about this s**t hole? I am the Best in the World, the best there has EVER been and ever will be. It doesn't matter where I compete I've proved that time and time again...I don't care if I'm getting my rematch.. Why should I care if the board of directors in WWFG want to shave people's championship history, its honestly ******** pathetic just like this company... I don't care if Jed bows down and worships the ground I walk on, or Jamie Bader comes around and says he's sucking the dicks of that failure Talon, and that fecal matter Hiro. It doesn't matter if GBL is a flower peddling fruit packer. Why does he even call himself GBL anyways the only 'G' in his entire name is the last letter of his last name. It doesn't matter, this place doesn't matter.."

Malice walked closer to Striker, and then nailed him with a hard right hand knocking him out, he picked up Striker and through him into the windshield of a car.

" NXT has been on entirely too long... 45+ Weeks is entirely too damn long for a season.. End the ******** thing you piece of s**t..."

Malice said as he grabbed Striker and tossed propped him up against a wall, and hit him in the stomach with a lead pipe multiple times, he kept hitting and hitting and hitting and then stopped.

"I see you've accepted my invitation to see me off.....Well, now what..." Malice said as he turned around slowly.....

Malice smirked under his mask, Shanahan's words in a way touched him. It was nice to see a fellow god agree with him.

"Matthew, you've known me a long time.. I've never wronged you, I've always been straight forward with you. It's a honor to have you follow me before this ship sinks into obscurity.. I don't want to expose my daughters to this... Nonsense.. They signed Eras up for the Royal Rumble without her permission, and I refuse to allow Invidia to grow up here.."

Malice said as he turned and shook Shanahan's hand..

"I'm curious... Too see... If anyone else is smart enough to leave as well...

Dion had somehow made it on-screen, though not intentionally; he was legitimately just passing by when he overheard everything Malice and Matt had said. This got him to thinking...he walked off-camera and went his way to the GM's office.

The camera pans over to Kelly King 2.0, an uncommon sight for the WWFG arena and fans and superstars. He looks at Malice with a little uh... malice, but after hearing his words he lets a small smirk grace his face. He shakes his head and puts a hand over his face for a second, letting out a chuckle and deep breath. "Ohhh hahaha. If you only knewwww." He said quietly.

"Malice. I've been around a long... long time. And I'm serious... a long time. No joke, I've spent more of my life around here than I'd willingly tell most people. I used to be the general manager of one of the most prolific companies in wrestling history. I was the head honcho of the top company. When people looked for wrestling companies, mine was the first to come up in a long list of places to go. But we weren't the oldest guild. No, the oldest guild, by about a full year, was this one. WWFG." He points at the ground and shakes his head. "We were bigger and better and faster and stronger... but which one is still standing?"

Kelly shakes his head and bites his lip for a second. "It's ridiculous. When I look back at all the things that I've done in my career for people, all the things I've done for myself... I mean I started my career right here in WWFG. I was the Middleweight Champion. Kelly "The Bounty Hunter" King." He laughs at his ridiculous gimmick. "And I dropped this place like a bad habit. And I went to WWE:U. And I won the Royal Rumble in my first match."

"Say what you will about my reliability, say what you will about the balls I have held and dropped, about my ego. But everytime this company called on me, I was there. Every year, they asked me back for the Royal Rumble, and every year, I returned. Last year, I scratched an itch and faced GBL at WrestleMania. I've always been around. But no one ever asked me to do anything, or be anything for this company. But I've always been here. Now? This place isn't the great rival to Twisted Flow, the great equal to one of the best wrestling companies of the past. It doesn't even measure up to the thing that it once was. It's been completely eclipsed. Well I'll tell you what. There will be no more surprise Kelly King 2.0 appearances for WWFG. There will be no more magical moments for me to create. I may not have been great to this company... but I was better to it than it was to me." He says and then offers his hand to Malice.

The camera pans over to a man walking towards a 2012 Ford Mustang, the man turns out to be Harli still in a very bad mood. The camera zoomed up on him. Harli had heard every word from Malice, Kelly King and Matt Shanahan. Despite the bad mood he was in, this whole situation put a smile on his face as he climbed into his car and began to drive out of the arena.

"The most powerful forces this company has ever seen... United for one cause... Change and.." Malice said as his phone went off. "My apologies.. I have to take this." Malice said as he walked off camera his phone to his ear.



" You'd think with all of that crap on his face, he'd invest in a headset..." Chrono said casually as he walked into frame. "I did.. Though it makes me seem like I'm talking.... To myself " he said with a smirk. Everything about Chrono's appearance was the same before Malice came around, aside from a scouter like thing covering half his face. "So a walk out eh? I don't see why not, this place is honestly not the best place to show case my talents, nor is it worthy of even remotely glancing at this..." Chrono said pointing to his custom made 'Best in the World' Championship title, he then began to point at it with both hands "BEEEEESSSSSSSTTT IIIIIIIINNNN THEEEEEE WOOOOOOOOORRRRRLLLLD" an obvious nod to Brian 'My slave name is Daniel Bryan' Danielson when he comes out with the world heavyweight championship.

Chrono smirked as he shook Omega's hand then he noticed Phoenixfire off screen. "So yeah I'm gonna.." Chrono said as he jerked his head in the direction of Phoenixfire, and raised his eyebrows up and down making a clicking noise from his mouth. Chrono let go of Omega's hand. "So yeah... Later Chrono said as he flashed a thumbs up and walked off the screen.


Malice reappeared on the screen. "Who was that guy? It doesn't matter... An army has gathered... "

"Indeed...", said Major Devastation as the camera turned to reveal him standing nearby, with a duffel bag in one hand and the Intercontinental Championship slung over his shoulder, standing just close enough to the group for the boom mic to pick up his words.

"Or, more accurately, a LEGION! A LEGION of the DISGRUNTLED, of the DISSATISFIED and the JUST PLAIN SICK AND TIRED!!! Now, I'm normally not one to air my grievances publicly, because that's just not how I roll. Tonight, though, I think I'll make an exception and give you a piece of my mind. These last few months, each night before I went to bed, I've been left with the same thought nagging at me...a though that has had me honestly sit down and think about my future. 'What the Hell am I doing here?'

You know, when I first started here, everything was great. For a green as grass rookie - who ended up being named Best in the Biz Rookie of the Year as well as a two time EWA Slammy Award winner by the way, thank you very much - I was getting to put on some decent matches against some great opponents. Management seemed to be paying attention to the red-hot newcomer, since four months after being invited in, I was given an opportunity at this bad boy right here," he said, patting the title belt resting on his shoulder...and wincing slightly at the movement since his elbow was still a bit tender. "After I won the Intercontinental Championship, I kept on my roll, defending my title that meant the world to me as if it were the Undisputed Title...even SUCCESSFULLY defending it against 5 challengers at once. Then, for some inexplicable reason, management seemed to bury their collective heads up their asses and thought it would be such a great idea to take one of their best up-and-comers, and throw his career into total stagnation by facing the same opponent OVER AND OVER for months at a time."

Needing to calm himself, Major paused for a bit and took a couple of deep breaths. Once he had collected his thoughts enough, he resumed. "A few months ago, I was asked to help out a little Indy promotion that I also work with. At first, I figured 'What the hell, why not? It'll keep me occupied between defenses, and with my star on the rise, it might give EGW a little recognition...and everything was going peachy, until Jed asked me to do something that I normally wouldn't even consider...HE ASKED ME TO BAIL OUT ON A MATCH! Considering who my opponent would have been, in what would have been a handicap match, was my tag partner Dion, I reluctantly agreed and was given a replacement match against one of the BIGGEST IMBECILES I have EVER had the UTTER DISPLEASURE of having to work with, and who had absolutely no business being anywhere near a title. I put up with Rich the first time I ended up facing him because he was quickest on the gun in answering an open challenge after I had an opponent no-show. Needless to say he didn't end up being high on my list of people I REALLY want to face...and here's the kicker: knowing full well that I had plans for after the Place Your Bets PPV, that could very well have been a Match of the Year candidate", Major paused and gave a quick nod toward Malice, "and that I could have used the momentum to fuel the potential storyline, but NO... Tim completely ignored said plans and stuck me with Tweedle-Dipshit - whom I can honestly say that I NEVER...EEEEEEEEEVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEERRRRRRR want to deal with in any way, shape, form or fashion AGAIN! - for THREE STRAIGHT CARDS...one of which shared with a certain Aussie brick who seems to find the art of selling to be a completely foreign concept. Then, he tosses me in a "best of five" (yup, the SAME DAMN MATCH five cards in a row) against an opponent who appears to have an even smaller grasp on the concept of selling...and despite dominating out of the gate and being in a pinning predicament or in the process of delivering a high-damage move come time to close the card, I ended up getting screwed over TWICE IN A ROW, and losing to somebody who did nothing but eat suplexes and try to no-sell whenever possible.

Now, of course, Tim, the screwjobs, misuse of talent, and career stagnation aren't the only reason I began contemplating if remaining with WWFG was in my best interests...and I'm not the only person here who has the exact same issues with this company, either, mind you. I've heard multiple complaints about talent getting their pushes either stopped dead in their tracks or completely reversed, just so that you can try to put over your d**k-riding no-talent little sycophants at the expense of the people who've actually worked hard and put in the effort to get to where they are. No, what really got me thinking was the fact that if a fed owner and booker apparently doesn't care enough about the promotion to even pay attention to storylines or listen to the talent, then maybe there's a serious problem, and with that attitude things around here are going to go sideways real quick.

I'm sure as Hell not stupid enough to stay on board a sinking ship, and FG is going down faster than the Titanic. I will, however, give you one little bit of parting advice: you might want to look into getting your money back from your lessons at the Johnny Laurinitis School of Talent Relations, because that's clearly not working out for you. Oh, and since you seem to only see this here Intercontinental Championship as a "prop", then I guess you won't have any objection to me taking it with me when I get the ******** out of here and take my talents to somewhere where they're actually noticed!

In case you're too dense to get the message, let me spell this out for you in no uncertain terms...I QUIT!!!"

Once he was finally finished venting, Major picked up his bags and started heading toward his car, stopping only briefly to look over his shoulder toward Malice as he rubbed his jaw and added with a smirk, "Oh, Malice, thanks for the assist out there..."