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(06-24-2013)

The scene opens up on a dark and somber night. We can see a full moon in the background. A very large oil tanker can be seen in the distance off the shore. It swivels up and down on the ocean. The loud machinery from the tanker is almost deafening.

The camera pulls back and we see Brian Braxton in a long black trench coat, his back towards the camera as he stares off into the distance at the oil tanker. His hands inside his pockets, he nods his head as he looks on the magnificent machine.

Braxton: Congratulations Johnny, you won the match...but, I walked away the true victor. I think I misjudged you Johnny, I thought that you did not truly know pain but as you showed last night those facts cannot be true. The fact is Johnny I want to extend you an invitation to my Order of Pain. Whether you accept...that is your choice

Braxton peers from his shoulder to look at the camera.

Braxton: This brings me to next week and Crimson Madness. Another tag team match and another partner, this time I team with Scott Charlotte against John Austin and Harold Davis. Mr. Charlotte a word of advice before our upcoming match, accept the pain that troubles you. This Wraith you speak of... use him, feed off of him, you may think he will hinder you but that is only if you reject him. So I ask this of you, please Mr. Charlotte accept your pain, bring The Wraith to Madness, you will only benefit.

Braxton begins to slowly turn around to face the camera. His hands move to hold the trim of his trench coat.

Braxton: John Austin, you are a truly puzzling case, first you claim to be part of a "family" and that I should join you in it, only to retract that statement and say that you are now back to being you. Although I will say that you are far more original than those that call me crazy, psychotic, or whatever the hell else they can think of. I have to know something though Mr. Austin, just who is "you"? How does a man not be himself? Take me for example I am, well me and everything that I do and say is who I am. These lectures I give to the uninformed public about pain are all my honest to god true beliefs. This leaves me to think that the only way to truly know you is quite simply through pain. Don't take any of this personally Mr. Austin it's for your own growth.

Braxton laughs.

Braxton: Now that's not saying I don't do it for personal pride either, but why I do it is well...it's just what gets me going. While, your pain Mr. Austin, is nothing more than a simple learning experience. This pain can change your life. You don't think so, because you don't see it. From the outside looking in, Mr. Austin, I see a man who is just afraid of knowing who he really is, afraid that who he really is, is just a man and nothing more. Oh yes, you think that in your current state you can achieve greatness but that is just plain foolish as you cannot know greatness without first knowing pain.

Braxton looks back at the oil tanker.

Braxton: Now pain, these men know pain, every day these men break themselves mentally and physically with pain at this oil rig, earning what they can to pay for they're families. They toil around all day long knowing that one little mistake end they're lives. To you, pain is only failure but as I have progressed with my studies of pain I have learned one thing, pain is success. Some say death is one of the greatest forms of pain as it is feared by all men. But what I will do to you Mr. Austin, is far worse than death. I will hurt you. And I will continue to hurt you until you finally understand.

Braxton looks back into the camera with a smirk.

Braxton: Now, Mr. Davis, you, you I cannot blame for your perceptions of pain. You were born into a life where your parents and others around you were obviously too stupid to properly educate you on pain. I however would be more than happy to properly educate you in the ways of pain. I can only hope that your sheltered upbringing did not damage you beyond repair.

Braxton's smirk turns into a sneer.

Braxton: Now, to my opponents I give a final warning, you lessons in pain are at hand should you choose to study is your decision. All my chips have been laid out on the table before you and what you choose to do with them is almost at hand. Whether you pass the tests of my new Order of Pain or fail them, the dawn of a new era is at hand. An era of pain.

Braxton's smile disappears. He looks undaunted at the camera.

Braxton: Crimson Cobra, Paul Heyman, whoever makes the decision, I want to know where I stand with my title match. Have my previous actions not been enough? I have I not shown my desire? The Order of Pain is coming and they...no, I want answers!!!

Braxton slowly turns back towards the oil tanker now with a noticeable leak. He flicks a matchstick and throws it out into the water. The camera focuses on the flames as they make there way to the seemingly doomed oil tanker. The camera cuts out.

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