We All Have A Hunger.

The video opened on FM Young sitting in a throne, her legs crossed over one side lounged out sipping from a goblet in her hand. She's garbed in a wolf pelt and, black and silver/gold Hoplite armor. Her Iron Championship across her chest. The big woman looks relaxed, right at home in front of a dingy warehouse, surrounded by other equally large, intimidating men and women, most in Celtic some in Greek armor. FM shifts, sitting up straighter, as she does she raises a hand, there's a sudden ringing, a banging, and clanging. Stomps of feet, swords against shields, spears against chest pieces, it all comes together to form a driving drum beat in the air. FM inhales and speaks, her voice rising above the din.

"Alyssa Daniel's brings up a great point, we were all children squabbling for affection after Elysium's fall. Kelly Godless's scheming left us all in the lurch. It took me a long time to admit that, after the fall of this company, it wasn't my fault. I out of all people have the most reason to believe that. You might all deny it, but I carried this company on my back. I worked every show, I made the Iron Championship the only Championship of meaning. The most title defenses, the shortest match, the longest reigning. I was tireless, any failing of Elysium's, was a failing of mine."

Young drinks from the goblet and looked up a large woman in bright silver armor and a wolf pelt that covers her head and face. Nora Foley just adjusts her spear and motions with a hand for FM to continue, the One Woman Army does.

"But we didn't fail due to lack of an audience, and in the end, as hard as I work, I can't control the people in charge of the money. Stupid decisions aren't my failing, I was a loyal beast of burden, I did what was required, I did it well. That's what no one else on this lackluster roster will admit. The only reason I wasn't World Champion is that I was busy making mine the only belt that meant anything, that's not me saying that it's Finale's own words. I would have stormed through Summit Series, Sammy has all but admitted that I had her number. Boots would have been a minor threat, the kid had instincts, I had experience. Now? Now I'm sick of waiting for my opportunities, I'm just taking them. After this, I will be World Champion, or Hybrid Champion, one of those is owed to me, the other is on offer and I'm collecting."

"SHIDO, our resident Godlet, say's it's all going to be Status Qoa, he will win and that's all. He forgets that the old Status Qoa was him sitting atop a very lonely throne, doing dick all. He says he's a true heavyweight now, and he has bulked up. It won't help him, he still suffers from his grand delusions, he still thinks that two title defenses are something to be proud of. Against a burnout and a washout, he claims he wanted real competition, but words mean nothing."

FM raises a hand and the drumbeat picks up, the warriors in rows around her start chanting and making war cries. FM smirks slowly righting herself in the throne.

"Knock Knock Elysium, the barbarians are at the gates and there's no running now. I want what's mine, and if you'll abide, I'll bring this company back to greatness. Granted, I'm under no illusions that I have to get through a Tournament to do this. I can, and I will, I've done it before, here in Elysium. For this being Wide Awake, all of you remain asleep. If you hide under your blankets, the threat isn't real. I'm not here to play who wants it more, we all have a hunger, we all have that passion. Alyssa's undying love of this business is undeniable. She'll be difficult, but I have endurance on my side, the downside to, too much passion is being a flash in the pan. I did hardcore after hardcore match, and most of them I won without using weapons myself. I knew growing too reliant on them would be a weakness, but I allowed getting beaten down to improve my abilities. What chance does any of you think that straight mat wrestling alone will take me out? I've built myself into a monster of speed and power. Speaking of monsters, who is DEIMOS anyway?"

Nora shrugs from her sentinel position and crosses her arms over her chest. "No clue, some demon dude."

"Oh god, no wonder I forgot, how generic can you get? He's the Salvation fool, the one who thinks he had anything to do with what happened and feels he should be feared. He only lived because he never came close enough for me to maul him, safe and away on another roster. Oh well, Demon slaying again that I'm good at. One question, Elena, whose my goofy sidekick? Nora? Or Jake? Jake's more persistent and consistent than you on your best day. My Constantly Concussed Constellation Chick, up, down, in, out you had success because every time you landed you hit like a meteor. You just never could keep any traction, and here you are, with that unusual stream of consciousness drivel promising grand things with no pillar to stand on. I'm ready for the meteor strike Elena, and I will weather it. I'm the Emperor of the Iron Rules Match. I was in the first War of Attrition match and though I didn't win, I eliminated everyone else. These aren't promises, these are facts. My only promise is that I will, as always walk out of Wide Awake the pride and glory of Elysium."

FM raised her hand again and makes a motion, Nora calls "FAUGH A BALLAGH!" Young and the warriors echo her, the camera fades to black.