How do you lead into an event like Crash and Burn?

The answer is... you just can't.

David Jackson: Good job, TCO! You just came in, suspended one of your long time friends, DDT'ed your former best friend and teammate, and you just fucked over thousands of fans who thought you returning was the best thing since sliced fucking bread. Congratulations, you have started to earn your keep already.

The scene sets in as we see David Jackson laugh and light up his cigar. He puffs and pops a cork off a bottle of champagne, spraying the liquid everywhere around his converted office for the night.

Crash and Burn has just ended, Danny Starr defeats Michael Diamond, and the gate figures were incredible. Jackson is counting how much his seven figure bonus is going to be this time around, and sits back in his seat behind the executive level desk.

In front of him, looking out at the fans emptying the Las Vegas arena, is the man who tonight betrayed an entire generation of friends and fans in one fell swoop.

The Chosen One, Damien Michaels, stands isolated in front of the glass looking out onto the arena. Dressed in his trademark floor length black jacket, he still carries his bat in hand. Dressed in blue jeans, combat boots, and a simple black t-shirt, this almost looks like the man that engrossed millions of fans and dominated the HWA through his in ring prowess and executive direction.

But the light in the eyes has faded, the face hardened by years of darkness. TCO's face is scarred, his hair to his shoulders, and a beard covers his face. This isn't the clean cut, joyous man who used to revel in competition and go 100 miles per hour until his body couldn't take it anymore. No sir, this is not your old TCO, this is not the TCO of years past... this is not the TCO we remember.

To be honest, he isn't even The Chosen One... anymore.

Jackson: Cheer up, you're doing well. If you continue to follow my lead, I'll be sure that you get what you're looking for. You're going to make me alot of money, TCO, quite a bit of money indeed. Did you see the way they reacted you gave Sett that DDT?! It was EXHILARATING! I'm seeing it now... The Chosen One vs. Sett, Ladder Match at Last Man Standing! Or no no, Hell in the Cell! NO, I have it... how about...

TCO: My name... is Damien Michaels. And I'm not doing anymore then we discussed.

Jackson snickers. TCO doesn't turn around, and continues to watch the arena empty.

Jackson: Au contraire, Mr. Michaels... you'll do everything I say. You are going to be the centerpiece of my redefining of the HWA. You, you are my agent of change. With your background and position, you will REVOLUTIONIZE this company, redefine it into my image, as I want it. And then... you'll get what you want. Just calm down and enjoy the ride!

TCO turns and walks away, towards the door. Seeing this, Jackson jumps up angrily, and grabs TCO by the shoulder.

Jackson: Excuse me, TCO, NO ONE turns from me. You'll learn some goddamn respect before you get what you want. I am David Jackson, this is the NEW ERA of the HWA. You are simply a cog in MY machine, and you'll be used as such. Do what I want, and you'll get back to her. If you don't...

All of a sudden, TCO grabs David by his lapels and jacks him against the far wall. He then grabs a 7 inch knife and holds it to Jackson's throat.

TCO: We have an agreement. I'll stand to it. But so help me God, if you ever threaten me like that again... I'll gut you.

Jackson: Without me TCO, you have NOTHING!

TCO drops the knife from Jackson's throat, and starts to walk away. Jackson exhales, and TCO turns and wings the knife at him, and it strikes three inches from Jackson's ear. Jackson glares, mouth aghast...

TCO: My name is Damien Michaels. TCO died a long time ago. And Mr. Jackson, I already have nothing.

The blood was everywhere.

Damien can barely remember now, it was such a haze.

After his "last" match against Morgoth, he returned back to his normal routine and his life with Lindsay, TJ and Madison. However, one day, he came back from work to find...

The scene cuts back to a snowy day in Annapolis, Maryland six months ago. A Cadillac Escalade pulls up the long driveway, and inside it we see Damien talking into his headset about some upcoming deals he's got going for the bank. It quickly flashes to the inside of the home, and we see the door open.

Damien: Lindsay, I'm home.. what's...

That's when everything goes haywire. The blood is everywhere, all over the house. All over the kitchen. All over the living room, the couches, the bedrooms... everywhere. The ground shakes, and Damien can barely call 911. He screams his address incoherently into the phone, and spins around screaming. He goes to run up his steps to his master bedroom, trips and smacks his chin onto the step. He rolls backwards down, lands on the floor, and vomits before passing out.

Damien spends two days in the hospital while the story makes national headlines. He was so distraught that he was on a constant morphine drip and on countless psychoanalytic drugs to try and calm him. The news stories were all the same: Wife and children of former HWA superstart murdered/abducted... but no motive, no bodies, no weapons. No nothing. It didn't make any sense... except to the Anne Arundel County Police Department.

Staying with his in-laws in Baltimore at the time, Damien was brought in for questioning. The questioned him every day for two weeks solid, and then on the last day...

The scene fades in on an interrogation room somewhere in Annapolis. Two detectives, Arnold and Sands, are heading up the questioning...

Arnold: So tell me one more time, Damien... where were you the morning of...

Damien: You've asked me that question repeatedly, and I've told you. I had a meeting in Greenbelt, and you gotten sworn depositions from everyone I work with that I was there.

Sands: Let's try this. Did you and Lindsay fight...

Damien: No, I told you. We were fine. Everything was great, and had been for a while.

Arnold: Yeah, but we all know how she didn't want you to go back into the ring, and you did anyway.

Damien: It was a one time deal. We discussed it, it was a great event for her, she enjoyed it, and I came back to my normal life. I'm done with that line of work.

Sands: So then, why would her family say it was a a different story?

Arnold: As I recall, they said and I quote...

Damien: I know what they said. When she and I got married, she didn't want that life. For me, for herself, for our kids. That's fine by me, I gladly left it all behind.

Arnold: How much did you miss, TCO? How much did you miss eighty five thousand fans screaming your name? How much did you miss being able to be in constant control, constantly dictating and directing what you wanted, pushing your will out onto people. Aren't you THE CHOSEN ONE?? Aren't you the man, the myth, the legend, the heavyweight champion of the world, the innovator of excellence? How'd it feel to go home and be a MAN? Or attempt to?? How much did you miss it, CHOSEN ONE??

Damien: I didn't.

Arnold: I don't believe you.

Damien: I don't give a shit what you believe. I love that girl, and one time back with the HWA is a fucking sorry excuse to keep me holed up here.

Damien's word start to get tense, and Sands smiles.

Sands: Maybe not that line of work, Mr. Michaels... but we all know that you weren't exactly a grade A CIA operative. How much time did you spend out of the country again? Who held you?

Damien: That information is above your security clearance, and quite honestly, you don't have the fucking balls to listen to what happened to me.

Sands: What I DO have is a signed affadavit of your behavior when you returned from a long abscence from your ex-wife, Katie, who has stated some very interesting facts.

Arnold: Isn't it interesting, Mr. Michaels, our own government didn't even want to recognize your citizenship for a period of 2 years after your tour overseas?

Damien: I am Special Agent Damien Michaels, United States Central Intelligence Agency... Agent ID zed-zed-zero-niner-alpha-...

Sands: What about the attack on the compund in Washington, Mr. Michaels?? You've had a very, very violent past. What triggered it? What triggered your break down? Why'd you do it?

Damien: I am Special Agent...

Arnold: Why'd you kill your daughter, your son, and your wife... CHOSEN ONE? TELL ME, YOU SICK SON OF A BITCH!

Damien: I...

Arnold leans into Damien's face...

Arnold: I know you did it, I know you did it you asshole. I know, I know... I KNOW...

Damien: I...

Sands: ADMIT IT, ADMIT MR. CHOSEN ONE! C'MON TEE SEE OHH, AM I UNDER YOUR SKIN YET??

Damien: I DIDN'T KILL MY OWN FAMILY!!

With that, TCO explodes out of his chair, grabs Arnold and throws him into the edge of the table. Sands grabs Damien around the neck, and Damien rolls him off. Arnold pulls out a tazer and jams it into Damien's abdomen, but Damien continues to struggle, finally he falls...

Arnold rolls over to him, and whispers...

Arnold: I'm going to nail you, Damien... and by the way, Nick says hello, <and he'll see you in hell, you traitorous son of a bitch!>

Damien: Nick... Korean... you??

Arnold: I can't nail you now... but watch your back, TCO...

"All of your enemies have united to make sure you suffer for everything you've ever done. It's time to pay for your sins, Chosen One, Damien Michaels, Special Agent Michaels... May you use your time to repent wisely..."

"You haven't seen the last of me, I promise you that."

Damien snaps out of his trance, and he looks around the empty garage of the Las Vegas arena. He stretches, and unfolds the piece of paper that Jackson gave to him. After looking over the paper, he adjusts himself on the bike he's been driving for the last 4 months.

Damien: She's got to be alive. I'm this close to figuring this all out... and when I do...

"I'm going to destroy everyone and everything in my way, and everyone who ever wronged me is going to pay the reaper."