MDP(Most Demonic Perverts).
They will repeat “Join us” until you go insane. What throws these deranged psychopaths into a frenzy is when their evil venomous words do not bother, reach or harm the person
Each and every night, MDP conducts an air raid of High Altitude Pseudo Satellites, swarming the atmosphere, hijacking actual satellites to spy for their human trafficking and prostitution organization.
Each MDP facility contains a male homosexual drill instructor training prostitutes on how to capture people, how to trick people into signing a contract.
Do not let these extremist radical terrorists force you into suicide or anything, hold out! The more that are resilient, the quicker this will be resolved.
Once these radical terrorist biohackers successfully causes an individual to commit suicide or die in anyway, they burst from the persons dead body, giggling and laughing as they kill humans for fun and infects another person as if they were a horrific virus.
They bulge and twitch the persons eye lids as a sign of their technology’s existence within the person. If you notice any of these signs in either you or your family, you and/or them have been hijacked by biohackers.
This is an outbreak of radical terrorists in high platform airships and drones, illegally eavesdropping and trafficking humans into sex prostitution utilizing electromagnets, radio waves, and radiation
They can force a person to cough with sonic weaponry, imitating illnesses on a wide scale for control and as well, to assimilate identities illegally.
Don’t believe me! Research it!
STDs are being used to keep a person stuck within their prostitution rings.
MDP is an entire organization of drug addicts with advanced technology trafficking humans. They are all the same, against the people, not one of these demon-lovers are on the people’s side.
Cesspool homosexual orgies with drugs and STDs are systematically given to new cult members to keep them stuck in one place.
Whatever you do, do NOT care about them. They will try to use your empathy to have you kill yourselves.
Don’t panic! The hostiles are on Debilitating/Sedative drugs. Stop your bitching and fight your way through it until the threat is resolved. Keep relaxed. Let your friends, family, and kids know! Awareness destroys their recon
It’s NOT the “Illuminati”.
Keep Calm/Be Confident and Live.
Study magnets/Electromagnets.
You are not missing out on anything if someone or a group is pressing on you. Go do you! Do not let anyone influence you!
Their command centers are hidden within some call centers (Do not be paranoid!). It is urgent that you stay on the surface if you work around them. Do not let them systematically control or allure you into signing a contract to an unknown authority to make love with their merchandise in plain sight as spies or to be involved in illegal reconnaissance operations.
As long as you do not sign a contract for, and I quote, “everything you always wanted!” You will be fine.
YOU ARE NOT INVITED! Do not submit to any of their offers! They can alter words in the mind with their weaponized drones.
Stop Feeding This World Wide Threat!
Stop Surrendering because it’s too much to deal with! They are on high class drugs nearly 24/7 everyday!
Reclaim your identity or have it taken away by a criminal organization!
Non-lethal weapons modified to be lethal weapons!
Their captive women/children are their front line against men! They WILL try to force you to kneel to the their dictator, Solih, the shapeshifting hybrid. You will then be susceptible and subjected to heavier sonic attacks as well as abuses.
Do Not Quit! Do NOT Surrender!
Observe them for one year if you do not believe me. Take notes, keep quiet and carry on with your own personal life in the meanwhile. You will take notice of their patterns.
MDP terrorists are pretending to be schools as part of their scripts! They murder doctors and healers of any kind if they do not submit to being trafficked into human/sex trafficking facilities/homes!
They are not Authority of any kind, unless you surrender and you sign their contract and accept them as your handlers.
THIS IS NOT A GAME!
Stall them out! Do not move!
I can’t believe I am stating this. What is written below is not intended to be satire or a joke. This has actually contributed to their narcissism, their abuses, and mass murders
Stop masturbating to these terrorists! They are raping and abusing you and your fellow citizens, HEAVILY! Your fellow Maldivians are being raped over sonar hearing that only YOU can hear, and you masturbate to the Maldivians moaning, being raped??
You do NOT need to sign a contract to the MDP using sonar hearing to be allowed to marry, be intimate, or are subjected and forced to “marry” their trained terrorists.
They are paid liars and spies that trains prostitutes how to screw their targets exactly the way their targets want. This is done to have the target “test” the human traffickers prostitutes before they sign to keep them. Instead, you are selling yourself into human/sex/drug trafficking rings
Do not accept their “lust” they do have spies in person that are drug abuse/humans traffickers. They will bribe with sex and “free housing” then make you sign your life away, with you under the impression that you are going to some brothel or “sex club”. You will be susceptible to extreme abuses revolving around rape, drugs, and traumatic physical and mental abuses. Sound Proof Your Homes!
THEY ARE ALL THE SAME!!
They use prostitution to allure their new victims! DO NOT BELIEVE THEM!
The MDP consists of homosexual elitists, human traffickers, terrorists, Eavesdroppers/Spies utilizing sonic weapons/sonar hearing weapons to euthanize/Traffic and enslave the general public. DO NOT GO!
They will go to war with federal officials/agents to keep their bodies enslaved!
Their cults authority are primarily shapeshifting Reptillian-Jinn-Human hybrids that are seeking “World Domination utilizing Sonic weapons” in an attempt to force the innocent and the vulnerable into surrendering themselves to human/sex/drug trafficking ring.
They are not the police!
Spies are very obvious to point out!
They are illegally eavesdropping families to extract their young. Their groups primarily consists of autistic and the mentally ill, that abuses a series of class A drugs to traffick and create new slaves.
Do NOT sign the contract! It’s ridiculous! They have two contracts, one for you to surrender, and the other for you to contract yourself into surrendering voluntarily. They also wordplay aggressively.
( I am disclosing the depths of their criminal business for abusing sonar hearing technology to assimilate identities, killing ruthlessly while induced under highly potent drugs, mass kidnappings, weapons, and prostitution/pedophilia. You will be stripped of all privileges and rights to these lifelong detention facilities!)
The threat progresses like humans, but the hostiles are progressing entirely against your person.
They are trying to steal your entire identity, do not sign the contract! Otherwise you will never make choices in your own lives again!
They look like everyday people, but do not be paranoid. Be aware of your surroundings and leave a way out for yourself if you are ever caught in a potentially dangerous situation. But do NOT be paranoid, delusional, or psychotic about it as not only would you be more susceptible to any abuses, your vulnerabilities may force you to make the wrong decisions. Man/woman up if you want to keep your own free self.
Do not give into extreme paranoia!
Most Demonic Perverts human trafficking networks has expanded. Be weary of unknown terrorists/individuals giving victims rides to parties, “mansions”, or a trip to the ghetto islands for drugs
They are not the police! They are not aliens!
They will use love to manipulate you.
Think of online scams or common pop up scams you would receive on your daily Internet commute. Same thing except, they want you to traffick yourself into a entrapment facility. Using various sexual exploitation tactics, infinite gaslighting strategies to force negative emotion to their targets and threats a long with actions of inhumane abuse cycles in hopes of subduing their targets
If you accept any bribes and sign the contract offered, you will be paying taxes to a criminal organization/network, times the current state and/or government taxes you already currently pay for, along with any other extra expenses that will occur if you sign the contract.
Ex: Government Taxes + Criminal Organizations Taxes = Taxes x2 or more since you will not be in control of your currency any longer.
If you do not see actual law enforcement individuals in front of your physical self, DO NOT GET ON THE GROUND! They are NOT any authority to the people outside of their trafficking homes!
Drug abuse/Addictions attracts these hostiles. They WILL psychologically trick you into subduing yourself.
Do not be fooled by their fake friendly appearances and smiles. You will be robbed!
Pay attention to your aiground horns! But do not panic!
They are NOT the government or federal agents. They are spies from criminal organizations worldwide!
If you do not believe me, then what I am speaking of may not not make any sense to you now. (Do your own research, don’t take only my word for it) But a great number of those who reads my news update will understand that we are dealing with outlaws that are mainly responsible for the random disappearances of children.
Be aware of homes with “No trespassing” signs, unusually high activity and surveillance cameras in ghetto islands.
They are not the MNDF/MPS/NASA/God/You/yourself/or anybody else you know. Even though some has defected and joined this horrific network full of criminals and pathological murderers, pretending to be friendly or family.
Global Human Trafficking Evolution
They want to ultimately farm your kids and sell them into prostitution!
Human traffickers will start a ground war to capture their victims and to keep spying on them with aircrafts.
Cyber ventriloquism/Sonar Hearing, common tactics.
This has been worsening since 2008.
The criminal agents will immediately disinform and satire this disclosure or any as if nothing was wrong or happening right now.
Educate yourselves to save yourselves! This is NOT a test from any governments within the security fields (MNDF, MPS or any other) though these organizations may or may not be involved, credible evidence is needed to prove that these organizations are apart of the worlds most inhumane experiments utilizing electromagnets and radiation to subdue any man or woman.
Disinformation campaigns are set up and used by the villainous organization to keep the public from knowing about their “spying” on various individuals around the world and from raising awareness on their secret experiment using electromagnets and a machine that rewrites the brain in a flash.
The threat mimics medical conditions to stay hidden. Very heavy human/sex trafficking organization and operations getting worse everyday.
This is NOT a special or a unique opportunity for anyone, do not fall for this! You will be chipped, trapped, and abused inhumanly like a wild animal.
They also possess disinformation campaign divisions made solely for the purposes of covering their trafficking and tracks.
The technologically driven human traffickers will preemptively meditate on murdering you if you do not reclaim your identity!
Do NOT surrender yourself to MDP! Traffickers are seeking your signature to lock you away inside a facility.
Do NOT play hero or games with extremists. They are studying every word, step, and actions you make. With the goal to either capture, subdue, or mind break an individual into harming theirselves and/or other’s.
The traffickers wagers that they can defect millions into trafficking the victims into their criminal networks/organization and facilities around the globe, the organization calls it “hiding bodies” utilizing the individuals past as their entire method to cause the person as much psychological harm as inhumanly possible.
Powerful electromagnetic radiation is beamed into the victims skull to send and receive data, bypassing the skull to access the brain as if it was a computer hard drive. The program is only to torture and ruin lives. If not forewarned about it, lives will be abducted, or killed secretly.
Traffickers can completely invade and compromise a person and force the victim into either surrendering theirselves to their abusers and never be seen again, or the victim is left with nothing, outstripped from jobs through 24/7 focus groups to psych a person out of a job and attempt to have their victims deconstruct theirselves and others around.
This is an everyday 24/7 torture system designed to traffick, kill, torture, and molest an individual.The traffickers breed with their brothers, sisters and other blood related individuals for experimental and pedophila is a major part of their cult, DO NOT BE FOOLED!
PEDOPHILIA, TORTURE, NECROPHILIA, RAPE! These are four pillars of the Most Demonic Perverts.
Silent/Covert inbreds are waging war against innocents
All out war with mankind on one side and Most Demonic Perverts on the other.
Hostiles are taking hostages secretly through aggression and various fear tactics. MDP terrorists can cut breathing with their weapons.
Love your spouses and who you are and they may spare you by moving on to someone else.
Protect yourselves with neodymium magnets!! Protect your brain with magnets! Hover the magnets over your head.
(This is NOT fake news, we have been compromised, completely and utterly compromised!)
DO NOT GO!!! There is nothing there that will benefit you!
MDP preys on any vulnerabilities that a human possess. Stay strong to those that are affected, investigations are becoming more widespread
They entrap individuals for experimental purposes in a room with 1 bathroom and 40+ prostitutes and drug addicts, and other mentally ill criminals who enjoys their jobs in systematically destroying human lives in the most inhuman and extreme ways.
They are lead by drag queen homosexuals with a goal to create slaves by converting them into homosexuals, making it easier to control individuals.
They also have these systematic gay orgies where they abuse a plethora of drugs (crack, meth, cocaine, scopolamine, etc) before severely abusing and raping a singular victim inhumanly. The victims were once a targeted individual before they gave up and accepted becoming a sacrifice for MDP.
If you are a new victim of these crimes, do as much research as possible and disclose, disclose, disclose. DO NOT MOVE TO VOICES THAT ARE NOT AROUND YOU!
Schizophrenia is NOT the reason due to the lack of evidence, proving that schizophrenia does not exist. Do not keep silent for this horrendous criminal network! They are all traffickers and they kill in the most inhumane way and call it their “fun”.
TLDR: MDP is a nefarious organization of drugged up lunatics. The are traffickers and are replicating theirselves to be your spouse, military officials, or any government identity to force and fool any person into trafficking theirselves into a criminal network through endless gaslighting through megaphone like devices that targets one individual at a time and projects their voices bypassing their targets auditory cortex. Once the drone targets a person, they stay on that person 24/7 everyday. If you are instructed to move to Winnipeg Canada or anywhere for bribes, sexual favors, money, and/or free housing through any means of transportation, Do Not Go! You are a victim of a class action crime that has gone out of hand. Do NOT give these criminals anymore power by giving yourself up to them. You did not win anything and being targeted by these drones means that they chose you to either traffick or to be murdered covertly using drones with electromagnetic weapons attachments and technology which allows sonic hearing that the MDP criminal organization network uses to communicate directly to one another without needing to use a phone. Captured victims are forced into unpaid labor and forced prostitution. The targeted victim will be missing and stored away within one of their run down homes/facilities, unable to escape or leave. The handlers forces their new members into various ritualistic initiations cycles within their cultist group kneel, to sniff up drugs.
Once captured, they immediately commence their routines of total control and exploitation of the fully captured person. The victims are broken down to less than nothing due to repeated rape and abuse sequences. Felons within the MDP organization are to either traffick or murder a victim because their data brokers does not want to exposed and has paid a great sum of currency to illegally purchase the personal records of their targets and to send a weaponized drone to the illegally purchased individual, equipped with biohacking weapons to break down their targets into trafficking themselves, committing suicide or murdering others. They run criminal schools/organizations that breeds more human traffickers and prostitutes into the public. They Will Say Anything to Force You to move!
“We need you!” “We love you, Move!” “We want to lust your body.”
They work on every emotion within their targets brain and force the individual either into a blind rage or to try to confuse the person with their own emotions through a series of gaslighting and abuse, into moving their targets to them (I can not stress this enough, do not let them force you into trafficking yourself.
The felons also pretend to be some type of close friend to their victims in order to keep control over them. They are fully trained and prepared personally to place severe torture on one individual (they pair up and gang up on one individual at a time and “jumps” said victim. They act like grade school kids, but that’s due to the heavy influence of their handlers, crack and cocaine that has degenerated them. They also are heavily involved in the drug/prostitution ring where everyone gets raped and are all under heavy mind control from a cocktail of different drugs including cocaine.
The felons has their victims set up as empty puppets who are under complete control. The victims now turned felons/rapists/addicts are raised specifically to absorb abuse, while abusing drugs to remain numb during their operations, scopolamine, crack and cocaine to remain numb to any words from their victims.
They train individuals this way so they can deal more damage than receive it during their illegal operations. They are completely separate from reality and are all under one criminal control.
They are aware of people resisting and they promise to do everything to try to force their targets into submitting to their handlers. Warning! These Malicious Drone Operators WILL Say ANYTHING to force a person to move!
The terrorists all have their handlers speaking directly into their ears during their operations to murder or capture the innocent, giving them orders on their scripts made to place torture and destroy random individuals, innocent or not.
They tend to target the innocents more since these felons find it more satisfying to rape, brainwash, and intoxicate the innocent heavily until the innocent is completely empty. As soon as as they’re successful, they turn the captured individuals into drug addicts, whores, and forced laborers, working for gift cards and sexual/party favors.
They will always refuse to leave their targets unless the person gives in and moves to them. Or if the victim gathers any evidence leading to the arrest and shutdown of MDP
To the many different individuals that takes the time to read this, I am taking the time and energy out of my life to warn everyone about a massive data breach that has occurred and that is endangering many lives, including my own at this very point in time.
This type of data breach is the very worst of its kind. Before, the biggest threat was internet crimes, malware, and viruses that may have affected your assets if you were to click the wrong link. Now your actual physical being is at risk by MDP data brokers who are currently funding these criminal networks and are providing illegally purchased records of random individuals around the world.
Now, the MDP criminals today have gone above and beyond the internet and are sending drones with biohacking technologies attachments to random individuals. These weapon attachments magnetizes to specific muscles within the human anatomy of the hijackers choosing. This allows the hijacker to manipulate small muscle tissues within the human body such as rotating an individuals eyes at the hijackers will to keep their victims sleep deprived. They focus on the genitals primarily to exploit the human desire to make love with another individual through the manipulation of their genitals such methods, human traffickers and terrorist organizations are now utilizing these magnetic weapons attached to drones to lock a persons own body up for ransom which could be assets, or force you to sell your body into slavery.
They offer the remote of the victims body, to the victims they use to manipulate certain muscles and veins in the body in exchange for the capture of the victims body.
MDP human traffickers have evolved from footwork to airborne to stay covert. Hiding behind custom biohacking drones ordered online and through various other biohacking black market trades.
“Voices in the head” has been declassified and debunked as electronic biohacking through electromagnets, radiation, drones and neurophones funded and powered by criminal Fusion Centers, MDP who fund radical extremists and terrorists around the world. This was thought out to be a medical condition that is often confused with schizophrenia or another mental illness. But I challenged the theory and discovered that the public has been heavily misinformed.
If a person never had a history with voices in their head that were not of their own voices, and they have proof of their attackers transmitting these frequencies, how could it be a medical condition if the person has evidence of the voices being transmitted directly to his/her skull? So, not only the voices are there, they are also instructing people to either murder, rape, or traffick themselves to one of the many fusion centers, human/sex trafficking homes within undisclosed locations, “ghettos”, and divisions that could be in any closed off homes, (homes with unusually active activities) so they could focus and convert their captives through a series of abuse and ritualistic routines 24/7 everyday.
They force the individual to impregnate one of their paid prostitutes that are doppelgängers to their targets. They do this to raise another human into being another drug addict/trafficker, born and raised into the criminal network so it’ll appear more natural to kill, traffick and brainwash victims.
The MDP pretend to be on the victims side, but they really are not. They all have an illegal drill instructor that only teaches the trafficked “warloot” abuse, rape, and how to torture.

When I seen the prompt for this booking, two ideas came to my head. The first was Samoa Joe, who would have went on a complete run of dominance similar to when he arrived in TNA. The man I've went for however is Christopher Daniels, who unlike the other big names in TNA at the time like Jarrett, Joe and Styles, never actually had a full run in the company. This then sparked my interest and as to what would happen if he did decide to jump over to the WWE in the Ruthless Aggression era.
To begin this booking, Daniels needs to be taken out of TNA somehow, and I've decided that his last appearance would take place at Destination X where he'd originally have won the X-Division title in a Fatal-4 way match and would be the start of his, at the time, longest X-Division title reign. Instead, Daniels would go on to lose in this match and news would soon break that his contract has expired with TNA as he looks for a new place to call home. Dirt sheets claim that Daniels looks for a return to Japan but this all changes once vignettes begin airing on WWE television after Wrestlemania, taunting the arrival of a "fallen angel" to WWE, which to casual fans means nothing, but to a certain percentage of wrestling fans, they know where Daniels is headed next.
Daniels makes his debut at Backlash, appearing at the top of the ramp following the opener between Shelton Benjamin and Chris Jericho for the IC title. Benjamin tells Daniels to get in the ring and come face to face with him but he opts to just stand at the entranceway, appearing to have his eyes fixated on Benjamin and not the title sitting on his shoulder, making the Fallen Angel's intentions unclear on his arrival in the company.
Daniels opens the RAW after Backlash, feeling glad to finally be at the promised land of wrestling, a place where he can be his best while wrestling the best. His promo is cut off though as the man he confronted the night prior, Shelton Benjamin, comes to the ring and ask Daniels why out of every man on the roster and every match on the show, he decided to come out after his match. Daniels is able to give Benjamin a real good answer, telling him that when he watches him wrestling, he sees something unique. A talent like no other. A talent that should be sitting where his OVW classmates, John Cena and Batista are sitting at right now. But no, Benjamin's not doing that at all, and the reason? He's lost. Benjamin looks at Daniels like he's a crazed man, telling him he's not lost at all and that's evident through the fact he's been holding the IC Championship for the past 200+ days. Daniels admires that he's been champion for so long, but what happens once he loses the belt? Daniels just wishes to give Benjamin some guidance, lead him onto bigger and better things in the company. Benjamin calls Daniels insane, instantly rejecting his offer and telling him he's gonna prove he's not lost in the Gold Rush Tournament, starting his run tonight with the first match against Shawn Michaels.
Daniels appearing near the end of this match, where it actually appears like Benjamin is going to pull off the upset but a Sweet Chin Music out of nowhere quickly fades his dreams to dust as Daniels enters the ring, approaching Benjamin in the corner with a mic and offering his hand out to him, telling him he can guide him in the right direction. Benjamin isn't wanting to hear any of it though and slaps his hand away before rolling out of the ring and walking up the ramp with shame on his face.
Daniels' debut match would come on the next episode of RAW, facing Val Venis and beating him in just over two minutes with the Angel's Wings. Daniels grabs a mic following this win and in a similar manner to last week, approaches Venis with his hand out who actually accepts it and makes it back to his feet. Daniels speaks, telling Venis that when he looks at him, he sees a sad, pathetic man who has no direction in his career. Daniels is fine with this though, and tells him that he is here to guide him to superstardom. Venis tells Daniels he's grateful for the offer, but declines it. Daniels looks at him with disgust on his face as he begins pummeling Venis, driving him into the corner and stomping down on him but Benjamin rushes to the ring as he comes to blows with Daniels for the first time, driving him out of the ring and raising the title up, essentially telling Daniels he has the belt and he can't have it.
Daniels and Benjamin come face to face once again on the next RAW, with Benjamin genuinely wanting to know what Daniels deal is. Why is he asking people to join him when he knows nothing about how to climb the ranks in WWE? Daniels says he might not know as much about WWE as most on the roster, but what he does know is how to lead. Take a good guy and make him a great guy. Take a great guy and make him a star. Benjamin isn't convinced, but tells him that if he wants to put his money where his mouth is then next week he should appear at ringside alongside Benjamin in his IC title match against Christian. Daniels and Benjamin shake on it, but the tension is clearly felt between the two men.
Benjamin and Christian have their match on RAW and as promised, Daniels is at ringside trying to guide Benjamin to a win. Things look rough for Benjamin in this bout, almost looking to feel pressure with Daniels at ringside. The win looks to be set for Christian, looking to hit the Killswitch but in a last gasp effort, Benjamin manages to push both himself and Christian through the ropes and out of the ring. Daniels goes over to check on Benjamin as Christian pushes him away, wanting to win the IC title desperately. He rolls Benjamin in the ring as the ref checks on him, giving Daniels the perfect opportunity to HIT A LOW BLOW ON CHRISTIAN!! He rolls him in the ring as he shouts at Benjamin to get the cover, who does so and retains his title in the process.
Benjamin thanks Daniels for the win on the next edition of RAW, but Christian has a bone to pick with the two of them, demanding he gets a rematch after Daniels' low blow cost him the match. Benjamin is confused, asking Daniels about it but he flat out denies it. Christian is able to show proof though as Benjamin comes face to face with Daniels, but Christian isn't going out that easy, telling both men that he wants them in the ring tonight. Benjamin doesn't seem so willing to be defending his title two weeks in a row, but Daniels is up for the fight, telling Christian that if he wins, he can get his match against the both of them next week for the IC belt. Benjamin doesn't like Daniels calling the shots but he reassures him it's gonna be alright.
RAW, 6th June 2005:

• Christopher Daniels vs Christian (If Christian wins, he faces Daniels and Benjamin next week for the Intercontinental Championship)

The first big match for Daniels here as he looks to silence Benjamin's competition and keep his protégé running strong. They go at it in the opener of the show for 11 minutes, with Daniels getting to show off his abilities in the ring unlike his debut match with Venis. Christian wrestles like a man on a mission though, wanting to add another IC title reign to his record and by the end of the match, he looks to be getting one step closer to that as he sends Daniels face first into the canvas with the Killswitch and pins him for the 3 count, getting his title match next week.
Result: Christian def. Christopher Daniels by pinfall (11:06) (As Christian won, he faces Daniels and Benjamin next week for the Intercontinental Championship)
We jump to the night of the triple threat match as Benjamin and Daniels confront each other backstage, with Benjamin clearly furious that Daniels couldn't get the job done last week. Daniels gives Benjamin some reassurance however, telling him that this is all part of the plan and with him making it a triple threat, there's no way things could go wrong. Benjamin wouldn't have it any other way as he walks away from Daniels, barging into him as the Fallen Angel lets out a grin before getting the last preps in for the match.
RAW, 13th June 2005:

• Christopher Daniels vs Shelton Benjamin (c) vs Christian for the Intercontinental Championship

We make it to the match and all three men are standing in the ring, with Daniels focusing on Christian whilst the other two competitors have their eyes on both opponents. The bell rings as they begin circling the ring, with Christian jumping out of the ring and telling Benjamin and Daniels to go at it. Benjamin looks ready to fight but Daniels rolls out of the ring, chasing after Christian who rolls in the ring and gets taken out by Benjamin. Daniels essentially watches on the outside, almost acting as a manager in the match despite being an official competitor, only getting involved when Christian finds himself on the upper hand.
Things would change however once Benjamin confronts him on the outside, pushing him repeatedly before launching a right hook which causes Daniels to snap, driving Benjamin into the barricade and the steel steps. The shackles appear to be off the Fallen Angel now as he takes the fight to both men for the rest of the bout, but his focus still doesn't appear to be on the Intercontinental Championship as he never seems to capitalize on his biggest opportunities. However, he does end up breaking up Christian's pin on Benjamin following a Killswitch, leaving everyone confused as to what his motives are in this match. The match would come to a head after 14 minutes, with Benjamin hitting Christian with a T-Bone Suplex BUT DANIELS THROWS HIM OUT OF THE RING AND GOES FOR THE COVER..1..2..3!! DANIELS HAS STOLEN THE IC TITLE FROM BENJAMIN!! HE HAS PLAYED HIM LIKE A FIDDLE!!
Result: Christopher Daniels def. Shelton Benjamin (c) and Christian to win the Intercontinental Championship (14:23)
A mighty impressive feat for Daniels despite only being in the company for just over a month, and one he feels the need to celebrate as he opens the next edition of RAW to a thunderous reign of boos. Daniels acknowledges the boos, and tells the Phoenix crowd that he did it. He exposed Shelton Benjamin as the fraud he truly is. Without his belt he's now nothing and once he comes out to the ring which he knows he will, he'll prove him right even more. Right on cue, Benjamin makes his arrival to the ring, clearly pissed off at Daniels for what happened the last week. He begins by telling Daniels he can't believe he fell for his stupid trick to gain the belt, but once the rematch rolls around he'll put it right back where it belongs. Daniels just begins laughing, with Benjamin asking what's funny. Daniels ends up calling Benjamin predictable, knowing that once he came to the ring the first thing he'd mention was his belt. He tells Benjamin that he never wanted the belt in the first place, he wanted to prove a point. That point being that Shelton Benjamin is nothing without something to cling onto. First it was being Kurt Angle's lackey. Then it was tagging with Haas as the "World's Greatest Tag Team". And now its the Intercontinental Championship. Essentially Daniels is telling Benjamin he can't be someone without clinging on to something else. He can't put himself first, there is always something that makes him relevant and now without the belt he's irrelevant. Benjamin is done with the talking, lunging at Daniels and displaying an aggression never seen before from him as he plants him with a T-Bone Suplex and tells him he'll see him in the ring on Saturday at Vengeance.
Vengeance 2005:

• Christopher Daniels (c) vs Shelton Benjamin for the Intercontinental Championship

Benjamin jumps Daniels in the corner right from the get-go, clearly showing his intentions of getting his title back. Daniels reverses the pressure onto Benjamin though, bringing him down to the mat and essentially toying with him, using his newfound aggression against him as he tries slowing the pace of the match down to a level he'll enjoy. It's a back and forth tussle in the opening minutes of the contest, with neither man really showing signs of dominance as they slip back and forth into reversals and agile moves that really impress the crowd. The match progresses on and it continues to look even throughout, although the intensity has increased significantly, with both men desperately trying to outmaneuver the other in an attempt to win the match.
They both attempt to put the match away on multiple occasions, with Benjamin coming closest following a Superkick for a 2 count. Daniels can't get close to hitting the Angel's Wings however, with Benjamin evading every time and even reversing it INTO A T-BONE SUPLEX!! 1..2..KICKOUT!! BENJAMIN WAS MILLISECONDS AWAY FROM TAKING HIS TITLE BACK!! Benjamin looks bewildered at this point, wondering what the hell he could do to keep Daniels down for the 3 count. He takes a second to himself but suddenly Daniels theme song plays. Benjamin looks up the apron in confusion as a cloaked figure begins walking down the ramp before standing on the apron, with the ref trying to get him away from ringside. Benjamin's focus shifts for a second, with this being just enough to cost him the title as ANOTHER CLOAKED FIGURE SMASHES THE IC TITLE OVER HIS HEAD!! Daniels crawls over to the cover as the cloaked figures run away, with the ref counting..1..2..3!! DANIELS RETAINS THE TITLE BUT THE BIGGER QUESTION IS WHO ARE THE MEN WHO HELPED HIM WIN?!!
Result: Christopher Daniels (c) def. Shelton Benjamin by pinfall to retain the Intercontinental Championship (12:49)
Daniels rolls out of the ring as the cloaked figures stand at either side of him, revealing themselves to be ELIX SKIPPER AND LOW KI!! TRIPLE X IS REUNITED HERE IN WWE!!
Triple X open the RAW after Vengeance, with a lot of mystery surrounding what the hell happened in the IC Title match. Daniels first of all gives gratitude to Skipper and Low Ki for their assistance at the event, and understands the fans are confused. Why did they help him retain the title? Daniels says his aim when he arrived in WWE was to guide a lost wrestler into becoming a star. Clearly he didn't realise the toxic atmosphere he was entering, with no-one accepting his calling. Luckily for him though, he had some friends on the outside who wanted in and were willing to leave everything behind to become the top guys in WWE. The first step in this path to glory is rebirth, and for Daniels he has decided to rechristen them as The Fallen Angels. He orders the fans to stand and cheer for the new stars of WWE but they get booed heavily instead. The crowd's reaction quickly changes though once BENJAMIN MAKES HIS ENTRANCE WITH A HEAVY LOOK ON HIS FACE!! He rushes the ring and begins taking on all three men, but quickly gets mauled down as the Fallen Angels make a statement on to the entire roster that they aren't to be messed with.
The Fallen Angels are then seen backstage the next week, interrupting Bischoff and Benjamin discussing a fair rematch for the IC Title. Daniels tries to dispute that the contest was fair but even a blind man could've seen what happened, with Bischoff deciding to book Benjamin and Daniels next week in a title rematch, and to ensure no outside interference, it'll take place inside of a steel cage. Daniels storms off as Benjamin is left with a big grin on his face, but will Daniels be able to wipe that off his face next week and keep the belt away from Benjamin?
RAW, 4th July 2005:

• Christopher Daniels (c) vs Shelton Benjamin II in a Steel Cage match for the Intercontinental Championship

If there's a time and place for Benjamin to win the title, it's here. A patriotic Sacramento crowd rally Benjamin on, who dawns the red, white and blue for Independence Day. Daniels however isn't feeling the festivities, opting to wear only black as he enters the USA themed steel cage, making sure the title stays a fair distance away from Benjamin. The bell sounds and they waste no time getting into this contest, throwing shots at one another before Benjamin takes the upper hand and begins throwing Daniels from one side of the cage to the other. He continues mounting pressure, not letting Daniels get an inch as our champ is clearly in trouble.
He uses his heel tactics to get through this bad spell though, throwing the occasional poke to the eye or even tying Benjamin up in the ropes to stop him from attacking. They would both have their big moments in this match, kicking out of each other's finishers and stopping each other from climbing out of the cage. The match would culminate with Benjamin and Daniels duking it out in the middle of the ring, showing heavy fatigue from the brutal 17 minute encounter. Daniels almost appears to get the advantage with a big rolling elbow BUT BENJAMIN DELIVERS A SUPERKICK OUT OF NOWHERE!! Daniels falls to the mat as Benjamin sees this as his opportunity to escape the cage, wanting to win the title in the most satisfying way possible. He makes it to the top of the cage, but Daniels is surprisingly willing himself up to his feet. Benjamin notices this and realises Daniels could still make it out the other side so he JUMPS OFF THE TOP OF THE CAGE BUT NOONE'S HOME!! Daniels managed to back up in time as Benjamin crashes and burns, with Daniels deciding to add the final touches with AN ANGEL'S WINGS!! 1..2..3!! DANIELS RETAINS THE BELT INSIDE THE STEEL CAGE!!
Result: Christopher Daniels (c) def. Shelton Benjamin in a Steel Cage match to retain the Intercontinental Championship (17:32)
Now with Benjamin in the rear view mirror, The Fallen Angels appear on the next RAW, with Daniels laughing at the fans who believed he wouldn't be able to retain in the Steel Cage. He admits that he did take the title off Benjamin to try make him into a better man, but now with the belt on his shoulder the past few weeks he's taken a liking to it and has decided he wants to keep it. Permanently. That's not the biggest topic of discussion though, as he promised Low Ki and Skipper that when they arrived in WWE, he'd turn them into stars. And with the IC belt on his shoulder, he's decided the best way for them to become stars is to get championships of their own. This leads to Daniels calling out The Hurricane and Rosey, telling them to get to the ring and defend their belts right now against the Fallen Angels. They don't get the answer they want, with the Heart Throbs coming out and claiming they should be the No.1 contenders to the belt, and not these ugly new guys. Lance Cade and his new tag partner Trevor Murdoch are out next, wanting to make a big impact and taking the titles off the champs right off the bat. The teams begin bickering, which eventually turns into fighting after Low Ki unleashes a deadly kick to Antonio, with everyone else fighting it out after as Daniels exits the ring and watches the carnage from the outside...
...or so he thought as BENJAMIN ATTACKS HIM FROM THE CROWD!! HE STILL ISN'T DONE WITH DANIELS AS THEY BEGIN BRAWLING AROUND THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING!! The tag teams eventually spill to the outside as Daniels and Benjamin take centre stage, continuing on from their match last week as security and Bischoff are forced to come out to stop the brawl. Bischoff looks around the ring and notices a load of people brawling, which gives him the idea. Benjamin clearly wants another shot at the belt, and Daniels wants him away from the belt full stop. So, next week, Daniels will defend his title against Benjamin once again IN A LUMBERJACK MATCH!! Daniels looks disappointed in this decision, but this look quickly changes once Bischoff announces that if Benjamin loses next week, he can't challenge for the IC title as long as Daniels is champion. Benjamin has a look of dread on his face as Daniels tries softening him up for next week but Benjamin manages to avoid and drives him down to the mat with a T-Bone Suplex before locking eyes with the IC title, knowing he has one last chance to take the belt back home.
RAW, 18th July 2005:

• Christopher Daniels (c) vs Shelton Benjamin III in a Lumberjack Match for the Intercontinental Championship (If Benjamin loses he can't challenge for the IC title as long as Daniels is champion)

Three seconds. That's all it's gonna take for Benjamin to either get his prized possession back, or lose and have no direction for his career. Daniels walks into this match with a heavy smug on his face, clearly feeling confident about his ability to beat Benjamin for a third time. Benjamin has determination on his face, but clearly masking the pressure on him to actually come out with the win in this match. Most of the RAW roster arrive next to take their spot at ringside as the match gets underway, with the two men locking up in the centre of the ring. Their athleticism shows in the early moments of the bout as they try wearing each other down early with holds and light strikes to pace themselves, but Benjamin decides to take it to a pace of his own liking, something which would eventually cost him control of the match as he'd get dumped to the outside and beaten by the Fallen Angels until they get driven away by Cade and Murdoch, allowing Benjamin to get back in the ring and continue to fight against the odds.
He would manage to turn the match on its head, taking control of the match and showing signs of promise as Daniels' cockiness quickly fades, with Benjamin outwilling him and showing a greater determination to win the bout. Daniels would end up having his fair share of run ins on the outside as well, but uses the Fallen Angels to protect him which leads to all hell breaking loose as the tag champs get caught in the crossfire when the Heart Throbs and the Fallen Angels are brawling, leading to almost everyone fighting on the outside. Daniels gets away from this chaos and enters the ring where HE GETS HIT WITH A T-BONE SUPLEX!! 1..2..KICKOUT!! Benjamin punches the mat in anger, wondering what on earth he can do to come away with this win. He takes a minute to think, but amidst the chaos a steel chair is thrown into the ring, with no signs of who did it. Clearly taking this as a sign from God himself that he should use it, he picks it up and looks set to use it, but can't seem to bring himself to do so, not wanting to win the title in a shady manner. Daniels capitalizes on this softness, hitting Benjamin with a low blow before PLANTING HIM ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR WITH ANGEL'S WINGS!! 1..2..3!! CHRISTOPHER DANIELS REMAINS IC CHAMPION!! BENJAMIN'S DREAMS HAVE FADED TO DUST!!
Result: Christopher Daniels (c) def. Shelton Benjamin in a Lumberjack match to retain the Intercontinental Championship (12:08) (As Benjamin lost, he can't challenge for the IC Championship as long as Daniels is champion)
Daniels is in a celebratory mood here tonight, but there is still some business to attend to, with The Fallen Angels being placed in a Fatal-4 Way match for The Hurricane and Rosey's tag belts. He cuts a promo before the match, telling the WWE universe that he's feeling confident in his protégé's abilities to take home the belts. He then shifts his focus to his own state of affairs, stating that now he's planning on keeping this IC championship, he needs challengers for it. However, when he looks at RAW and their roster, he doesn't see much talent. Despite this, he has been told by Bischoff that tonight there will be a No.1 contenders Battle Royal main eventing tonight to decide the next challenger to the belt. Daniels welcomes the challenge, knowing he can beat anyone in that locker room.
The tag team title match takes place first in the show, with The Fallen Angels, The Heart Throbs, Cade and Murdoch and Hurricane and Rosey all fighting for the tag belts. They stand out as the most technical wrestlers in the match, standing head and shoulders above the whole competition. Fate would not be on their side though, with Hurricane stealing the pin from Skipper in the dying moments of the bout.
As for the battle royal, it's every man for themselves as they all gear towards a shot at the prestigious Intercontinental Championship. A few names stand out in the match, including Kurt Angle, Carlito and Edge, but the match would surprisingly be won by Matt Striker, who pulled off the upset by eliminating Angle last. Daniels is impressed by this and enters the ring to congratulate Striker, but it quickly turns sour as Daniels hits him with the Last Rites, leaving him lying in the center of the ring as he walks up the entranceway with confidence oozing out of him.
RAW, August 1st 2005:

• Christopher Daniels (c) vs Matt Striker for the Intercontinental Championship

Daniels comes into the match cocky as ever, knowing a jobber like Striker won't do anything against him. He even offers Striker a free hit before laying a beatdown on him, telling him he's nothing and he never will be. Daniels decides that he wants to end this match quickly, attempting the Angel's Wings BUT STRIKER HITS THE GOLDEN RULE OUT OF NOWHERE!! Daniels manages to roll out of the ring before Striker can get to the pin. He goes on to the outside, putting his heart and soul into trying to beat Daniels, utilizing everything on the outside he can before bringing him into the ring before the 10 count. This would be the end of Striker's momentum though, with Daniels becoming more vicious than before, essentially toying with Striker before pulling out a BME to finish the match and retain his belt.
Result: Christopher Daniels (c) def. Matt Striker by pinfall to retain the Intercontinental Championship (4:31)
Daniels wouldn't stop after the match, bringing the Fallen Angels down as they initiate a 3v1 assault on Striker, using weapons to try and put him out of action permanently. The Hurricane and Rosey rush to make the save but at that point Striker's ankle was already shattered by a steel chair, with The Fallen Angels instead taking the tag champs out and holding all 3 belts in the air, showing what the future could potentially hold for the trio.
Next week, the Fallen Angels are out in the ring and clearly have a lot on their mind. They address the attack on Striker, labelling it necessary to show him he should stay away from trying to put himself in scenarios he doesn't belong. He then moves on to the tag champs, calling them out and telling them that his men will be getting a rematch after the shenanigan's involved last time. Bischoff comes out and announces that the Fallen Angels would be facing Hurricane, Rosey and a mystery partner. Daniels is not having this, telling him he wants the tag title match tonight, not a 6-man tag. Bischoff says he's saving the rematch for a later date which visibly makes Daniels angry. He asks Bischoff who the mystery partner is, but Bischoff won't tell him anything.
RAW, August 8th 2005:

• The Fallen Angels (Christopher Daniels, Low Ki and Elix Skipper) vs The Hurricane, Rosey and ???

The Fallen Angels wait to see who they have to face as the tag champs arrive first. They enter the ring with massive grins on their face as the Fallen Angels just want to know who they're facing. Everyone waits in anticipation as ROB VAN DAM IS THE MYSTERY PARTNER!! HE'S NOT MEANT TO BE BACK FOR MONTHS!! RVD rushes to the ring as the 6 men begin going at it, with the fans all chanting for RVD as this appears to be a genuine surprise for them all. Daniels and RVD take center stage in this match, putting on a show when they're both in the ring which leaves the fans wanting more as RVD would eventually pick up the win in this bout, hitting Skipper with the Five Star Frog Splash to win his return match.
Result: The Hurricane, Rosey and Rob Van Dam def. The Fallen Angels by pinfall (10:42)
Daniels is seen in Bischoff's office next week, complaining that they were disadvantaged because they didn't know about RVD's return. RVD interrupts, telling Daniels that he shouldn't just be worried about losing the 6-man tag last week because now he's back, he's coming for gold and he wants that IC title. They get in each other's faces, with Bischoff holding them back and telling them if they want to fight, they can do it tonight. Daniels agrees to it, but only if he doesn't have to defend his title. RVD is fine with this, not wanting to take things for granted immediately and says that once he beats Daniels in the center of the ring, he'll take his IC title match.
RAW, August 15th 2005:

• Christopher Daniels vs Rob Van Dam in a non-title match (If RVD wins, he gets an IC Championship match)

These two continue to steal the show as they both continue what they started last week. The match is fast paced and stacked with plenty of action which makes the fans only want more. We get a 12 minute match here as they are given enough time to put on a show, with multiple near falls and high risk maneuvers throughout the contest. In the end however, Daniels would spike RVD on the mat out of nowhere with a Brainbuster before dragging him to the corner and going for the BME...BUT RVD ROLLS OUT OF HARMS WAY!! They both make it to their feet as RVD HITS THE VAN DAMINATOR!! He climbs to the top rope as the roof has blown off the arena, with RVD HITTING A 5 STAR FROG SPLASH!! 1..2..3!! RVD HAS PINNED THE IC CHAMP!! HE'S NEXT IN LINE FOR THE BELT!!
Result: Rob Van Dam def. Christopher Daniels by pinfall (12:18)
Things may be looking down for Daniels, who now has to defend his title at Summerslam, but it's not all bad for the Fallen Angels, with Low Ki and Skipper having a confrontation with the tag champs, Hurricane and Rosey. They state their claim for the belts, wanting a rematch against them at Summerslam, which the champs are happy to accept before a brawl begins between the two teams, with Low Ki and Skipper standing out on top over the tag champs.
Summerslam 2005:

• Christopher Daniels (c) vs Rob Van Dam II for the Intercontinental Championship

Daniels is way more focused in this bout than on Monday, knowing there is a legitimate threat to his title reign. He takes control in the beginning of the bout as they perform a sequence of grapples before the fight is quickly taken to the outside with both men falling through the ropes. The pace picks up here, with RVD managing to one up Daniels by performing a unique crossbody off the apron. He tosses him in the ring following this and goes for a quick cover which only gets a 1 count. RVD mounts the pressure onto Daniels, although displays some signs of cockiness over the champ. This would cost him a tremendous amount of momentum as Daniels is persistent on wanting to retain his belt, upping the ante as the match becomes very level headed.
Entering the second half of the match and it's still not clear who's going to win this bout. Although Daniels shows a greater drive to win the bout, RVD comes closest to winning the bout, almost gaining a 3 count after hitting a Rolling Thunder. Daniels won't go down without a fight though, and becomes more ruthless with his attacks, even going deep into his arsenal to unleash a Koji Clutch to try and make RVD tap. He breaks out of it though, and drops Daniels with a Van Daminator. The crowd rally him on as he climbs up the ropes, doing his signature taunt before HITTING THE FIVE STAR FROG SPLA...DANIELS WITH THE KNEES UP!! RVD bounces right off his knees, rolling around the ring clutching his stomach as Daniels gets up to his feet and DROPS RVD WITH THE ANGEL'S WINGS!! 1..2..3!! DANIELS RETAINS HIS BELT IN A GREAT CONTEST!!
Result: Christopher Daniels (c) def. Rob Van Dam to retain the Intercontinental Championship (15:37)
Later on in the show, we see Low Ki and Skipper taking on Hurricane and Rosey for the belts. Daniels joins them at ringside as they appear to dominate, but all of a sudden something snaps in the champs and they take control of the match, completely flipping the match on its head and almost winning the match on numerous occasions. Daniels is forced to get involved in the match, but is eventually driven out as RVD rushes to the ring, brawling with his opponent earlier in the night and driving him into the crowd as the fight takes them away from the ring. With Daniels gone, you'd think The Fallen Angels would crumble, but they actually manage to comeback and in a massive moment, take the titles from Hurricane and Rosey, with Low Ki hitting the Ghetto Stomp on Hurricane for the win. Daniels rejoins them, grabbing his belt as the three men pose at the top of the ramp, all holding gold as part 1 comes to an end.

Shawn is most definitely pissed off about losing his belt, he goes into Larry Zbyszko's office and demands a rematch for the title, in which Zbyszko reminds him that automatic title rematches are not handed out over here, unlike the other place. But, Shawn Michaels is placed in a #1 Contender's match in Six Sides of Steel against some of the men that he's pissed off in the past year such as - AJ Styles, Jeff Jarrett, Chris Candido, & Petey Williams. A beautiful car crash of a match ensues where we see a little bit of everything, lots of blood, lots of jumping off high places. Michaels tries to avoid as much of it as he possibly can. It eventually boils down to Shawn Michaels & AJ Styles, these two have a lot of history and they take chunks out of each other, Michaels goes for Sweet Chin Music, but is caught mid-move by Petey Williams, who hits him with a Canadian Destroyer, Styles hits Williams with a Styles Clash on Shawn Michaels, Styles then hits a Spiral Tap from the top of the cage by Styles and pinned. Michaels does not take this well and throws a massive temper tantrum in the ring. Security tries to remove him. but they all eat Sweet Chin Music, including the General Manager - Larry Zbyszko. This forces TNA to suspend Shawn Michaels indefinitely.
Shawn Michaels isn't seen or heard after that, making TNA a much quieter place, but we soon know why...... In Elizabeth, New Jersey, at ROH Weekend of Thunder Night Two, Bryan Danielson & Low Ki are taking on the dream duo of Samoa Joe & Kenta Kobashi. Both Danielson & Low Ki are the definite underdogs going into this, taking an absolute thrashing, both their chests turned a sickly shade of red. But they channel the underdog spirit within and battle back against the aces of their respective companies, giving themselves a fighting chance, no longer deterred by the seemingly impossible task ahead of them. The crowd are absolutely losing their minds, Low Ki wipes out Kobashi & Joe at ringside, the referee is distracted, while Bryan Danielson is the lone man in the ring. A familiar face storms the ring AND BLASTS DANIELSON WITH SWEET CHIN MUSIC... SHAWN MICHAELS IS IN RING OF HONOR!!! Kobashi pins Danielson, Shawn Michaels has cost his former student the match.
With Shawn Michaels suspended without any sign of a return there, he decides that he's coming down to Ring of Honor, he wastes no time in declaring his intentions for the Ring of Honor World Championship. But there's two men that have a problem with that, coincidentally, it's Bryan Danielson & Low Ki. They take issue with Michaels waltzing into their home and demanding a title shot. At All Star Extravaganza II, Michaels makes his in-ring debut against Low Ki, who presents a very real threat to HBK, what he lacks in experience, he makes up for in speed. He runs circles around Michaels, cutting off every possible opening, and jamming his teeth deeper into his gums with stiff leg kicks to the face. Things go from bad to worse for Michaels, when he gets his back nearly thrown out after a shotgun dropkick into the barricade. Low Ki capitalizes on the bad back, locking in a dragon sleeper against the ropes, the referee's count eventually forces a break. Low Ki attempts a standing ghetto stomp, once again to the bad back, but Michaels moves at the last second. Low Ki lands hard on his ankle. This was the opening that Michaels needed, and he takes full advantage. Michaels pulls out all the stops, he hits a belly-to-back suplex, brainbuster, and a moonsault from the top. Michaels looks to do further damage to that bad leg, Low Ki attempts a Ki Krusher, but that bad leg gives out and Michaels nails Sweet Chin Music, finally putting away his opponent.
Later that night, Samoa Joe defeats CM Punk to retain the Ring of Honor World Championship. Shawn Michaels comes out and he confronts the champion, making his intentions known, that title draped over Joe's shoulder is next on his bucket list. But once again, he is thwarted, this time by his former student Bryan Danielson. The American Dragon enters the ring and knocks Shawn Michaels unconscious with a roundhouse kick. The Heartbreak Kid wants the Ring of Honor World Title, but he's not even officially under contract, but he's once again denied a title shot. Michaels wants the next best thing, he wants to face his former protege, and he's promised a title shot if he wins. Michaels is enraged, he feels entitled to any title he wants because of who he is, and what he's done in every company that he's ever been a part of. Michaels catches Danielson backstage, right in front of the main office, blasting him with Sweet Chin Music, and throws him face first through the nearby window, just like what he did to Marty Jannetty all those years ago. It's clear that these two men are on a collision course for Final Battle, the biggest match in Ring of Honor's two-year history, student vs teacher, Bryan Danielson vs Shawn Michaels.
ROH Final Battle 2004
Shawn Michaels vs Bryan Danielson
Before 2004 can come to a close, we have one final match to end the year with a bang. Two extremely gifted wrestlers, one who prefers a more mat-based style, while the other has more flash. Master vs student meet just before the main event of Ring of Honor's biggest show. Michaels has been in a slump as of late, but is seemingly finding his edge in ROH, showing everyone why he was NWA World Heavyweight Champion for 508 days. Michaels looks to target the arm, hoping to neutralize a lot of Danielson's mat-based offense. Danielson has a game plan of his own when he counters an early Sweet Chin Music attempt into a heel hook designed to weaken the legs of his former mentor and keep him grounded. Michaels cannot find any sense of reprieve until he manages to grab the bottom ropes, forcing Danielson to break the hold. Michaels decides to double down on targeting the arm, managing to lock in an armbar, and just as Danielson breaks the hold, Michaels releases and immediately drags Danielson towards the ringpost and uses all of his strength to smash The American Dragon's arm into the ringpost over and over again, causing his former student to scream in pain.
Michaels drags Danielson out of the ring and continues the horrific assault on the right arm, once again ramming it over and over again into the ring post. He grabs Danielson to ram him again, but he turns it around and rams Michaels shoulder-first into the ringpost. Danielson rolls back into the ring, holding his arm, he runs the ropes and lands a suicide dive. He immediately gets back in and hits a second one. Danielson then goes to complete the trifecta... BUT HBK CATCHES HIM AND SPIKES HIM HEAD-FIRST ONTO THE OUTSIDE FLOOR WITH A PILEDRIVER!!! Michaels then exposes the outside, attempting another piledrive, teasing breaking the neck of their hero, but Danielson COUNTERS WITH A REGAL-PLEX ON THE EXPOSED CONCRETE!!! Danielson rolls Michaels back in the ring and nails him with a roundhouse kick. He then looks to end this by locking in the Cattle Mutilation, a move that has put so may away in his still young career, but the bad arm gives out, forcing Danielson to release the hold.
Michaels capitalizes AND BLASTS BRYAN DANIELSON WITH SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!! HBK makes the cover, ONE... TWO... THRE-NOOOOO THE AMERICAN DRAGON KICKS OUT!!! Michaels used the bad leg, seemingly not getting all of it, he uses his other leg and begins tuning up the band, looking to deliver Sweet Chin Music once more. But as Danielson gets back to his feet, he catches the leg, and takes a page out of Michaels' playbook... BY LOCKING IN THE FIGURE-FOUR LEGLOCK!!! Michaels is shocked, but he looks for a way out, but the pain on the bag leg is too much... ULTIMATELY SHAWN MCIHAELS TAPS OUT!!! BRYAN DANIELSON HAS SCORED A HUGE WIN OVER HIS FORMER MENTOR!!!
Bryan Danielson defeats Shawn Michaels in 22:45
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Shawn Michaels just lost to the man that was training under him a few short years ago, because of that man, he won't be challenging for the Ring of Honor World Championship. In fact, Shawn Michaels is no longer allowed at Ring of Honor. In the few weeks he was there, he disrespected and embarrassed the company. Michaels is everything that Ring of Honor stands against, and with Michaels having burned his bridge with Ring of Honor, he looks to the place that just suspended him, he looks to return to TNA. But management refuses to lift his suspension and they even imply that they can keep him suspended until his contract expires, then they'll cut him loose and never have to deal with that headache again. Shawn Michaels decides that he's going to have to force his way back into TNA, but at this point everyone of Shawn Michaels' peers hate him, and with Michaels gone, he can no longer push anyone around, no one in that company is going to go to bat for him anytime soon. Times are changing in TNA, if Shawn Michaels can't get back in, the company will move on without him at the helm and he'll be all out of options.
While Michaels has been out of commission, Scott Hall defeated AJ Styles to retain the NWA Worlds Heavyweight Championship. Recently, a ghost from Hall's past, Kevin Nash has signed with TNA, and he has climbed up the ranks rather quickly, earning an opportunity at the Ten Pound of Gold now wrapped around the waist of his ex-NWO running mate. Nash tries for the Too Sweet with Hall, but he doesn't reciprocate, Hall sees that Nash is the same man that helped form the NWO, which led to WCW being put out of business. Hall doesn't want to be defined by the NWO; he wants to be better than that, he wants to bring respect back to this championship and help build TNA, instead of trying to tear it down. Tensions begin to build between the two, they're getting ready to come to blows when the lights go out, the camera's pan to the rafters and we see Sting. He descends to the ring, he goes face to face with Nash, but then bashes Hall with the bat. Just as it seems that there may be an alliance between Nash & Sting, Big Sexy also gets hit with the bat, followed by a Scorpion Death Drop. What game is Sting playing at?
Sting is now a member of TNA, and his reasons for attacking both Kevin Nash & Scott Hall is pretty simple really - The Finger Poke of Doom. One of the defining moments highlighted in the fall of WCW, Kevin Nash & Hulk Hogan fooled everyone, Sting believes that they're trying to pull the same thing here. Sting forces his way into the match, making it a three-way at Final Resolution. Hall & Nash temporarily team up to take down Sting before turning their attention to each other. From there on, Hall & Nash have a good ole classic hoss fight, until Sting reappears in the match and takes the fight right back to his ex-NWO rivals. Sting locks Nash in the Scorpion Death Lock, but Hall breaks it up, Sting then grabs Hall for the Scorpion Death Drop, but mid-move, Shawn Michaels storms the ring and blasts Sting with Sweet Chin Music. Hall manages to drape an arm over Sting and retain his title. Shawn Michaels has cost Sting the NWA World Heavyweight Championship.
Thanks to Michaels' interference, Sting wants a match with The Showstopper, however, Michaels is still suspended by TNA Management. Sting lobbies for management to lift Michaels' suspension, but they refuse, citing that Michaels is too much of a liability to allow back. After a few weeks, Sting says that if TNA won't give him his match, then maybe he'll go elsewhere, TNA will miss out on a big money match. After that, they reluctantly agree to lift Michaels' suspension, and announce that Sting vs Shawn Michaels will happen at Against All Odds. After losing the NWA Worlds Heavyweight Championship and failing to make the splash he wanted to in Ring of Honor, this feels like a must-win situation for Shawn Michaels.
Against All Odds 2005
Sting vs Shawn Michaels
A true clash for the ages, both faces of their respective companies during the Monday Night Wars. While Sting was toppling the hated Hulk Hogan for the WCW Title, the other helped screw his long-time rival out of the WWF Title in his home country, thereby becoming one of the most hated men in the industry. Many years later, they finally face off in a legitimate dream match for the ages. In the first half of the match, Michaels proves himself the superior wrestler, cutting off Sting at every point when he tries to lay in a little bit of offense, showing Sting a true wrestling clinic. Sting finds himself really having to dig deep, he treats Michaels like the Flair-level threat that he is and shows that he's a hell of a wrestler in his own right. Michaels charges at Sting, but gets hit with a huge back body drop, followed by a clothesline that turns Michaels inside out, reminding everyone of the man who's beaten titans of the industry such as Hulk Hogan & Ric Flair.
From here on out, the two men are constantly trying to one-up each other. The constantly counter each other's moves, both men trying to hit their respective finishers on the other to no avail. HBK attempts to wear down his opponent with a barrage of chops, but Sting isn't fazed, and he beats his chest and releases a war cry. He would press him into the corner with a series of rapid chops. With Michaels dazed, Sting would go for the Stinger Splash, but Michaels would move and locks in a Sharpshooter. But Sting grabs the ankle, AND COUNTERS INTO A SCORPION DEATH LOCK!!! Michaels is able to grab the bottom rope and roll out of the ring, but Sting scales the top rope and wipes out HBK at ringside. Michaels goes for Sweet Chin Music... BUT STING CATCHES THE FOOT AND TURNS HIM AROUND INTO A SCORPION DEATH DROP!!! Sting makes the cover, hooking the leg, ONE... TWO... THREE... STING HAS DEFEATED SHAWN MICHAELS!!!
Sting defeats Shawn Michaels in 21:54
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After defeating, Shawn Michaels, Sting quickly finds himself back in the NWA World Heavyweight Title picture, this time getting his one-on-one shot against Scott Hall on the very next episode of Impact. Sting still doesn't buy that there isn't something brewing between Kevin Nash & Scott Hall under everyone's nose, and Shawn Michaels fans the flames. It's there that Sting defeats Hall to win the NWA Worlds Heavyweight Championship. While Hall is down, Sting is immediately attacked by Kevin Nash & Sean Waltman, they hit him with their signature moves, that is until Hall picks up a steel chair and runs them off. Soon, Nash & Waltman align with Shawn Michaels, and they openly call themselves The Kliq. They try to recruit Scott Hall, promising to take over TNA, but Hall wants to leave those days behind him. With Hall & The Kliq at odds, Hall is recruited by Sting & AJ Styles to take on The Kliq at Destination X.
Sting doesn't want to see what the NWO did to WCW happen to TNA, courtesy of The Kliq. While Sting still doesn't trust Scott Hall due to being one of the founding members of the original NWO, and his past association with The Kliq. He cannot deny that Hall has stood firm against The Kliq, AJ drives home the point that they have to trust Hall because he knows The Kliq better than anyone and has proven the past few months that he can be trusted. In the main event of Destination X, all seems to be going well for the good guys. Eventually things turn around for the Kliq when they manage to cut off AJ Styles from his partners. For ten whole agonizing minutes, Kevin Nash, Shawn, Michaels, & Sean Waltman constantly tag each other in, and they lay the boots to Styles. Sting is hit with Sweet Chin Music off the apron before Styles can tag him in. Eventually, Styles goes for the hot tag on Hall, but he jumps down the apron. Styles can't believe it and he turns around into a Sweet Chin Music from Michaels. Scott Hall has betrayed his team, he does the Too Sweet with The Kliq, officially joining the group.
Hall tried to be different, he tried to be a company man and make TNA better than ever, but after he saw how quickly everyone wanted to move on after he lost the NWA World Heavyweight Title, he realized that neither the fans nor this company ever cared about him. But The Kliq is for life, despite their ups & downs, they are the ones who brought him to the dance in the first place, not the fans, not any company, it was the men beside him. Obviously, Sting & AJ Styles feel the burn of Hall's betrayal and they assemble a team to take on The Kliq at Lockdown, they recruit DDP who remembers the height of the NWO, and doesn't want to see to take hold in TNA. Jeff Jarrett has connections with the NWO, and he created TNA to keep that kind of influence out. Sting initially doesn't trust Jarrett because of said association to the NWO, but Jarrett says that he created this company to keep this sort of thing out, to showcase guys like AJ Styles, who he sees as the future of this business, uninhibited by guys like Shawn Michaels. The rest have no choice but to trust Jarrett, as most won't openly go up against The Kliq, leading to a match being announced at Lethal Lockdown.
At Lockdown, the two teams go to war. Weapon spots galore, Team TNA takes the fight to The Kliq, but it's not enough, as Shawn Michaels manages to hit Sweet Chin Music on one of the co-founders of TNA to get the win for his team. The Kliq has defeated Team TNA at Lockdown, and they stand more unified than ever. On the road to Sacrifice, on an episode of Impact, Sean Waltman faces Sting for the title but comes up short. Kevin Nash challenges Sting for a match at Sacrifice, which he loses. Heading into Slammiversary, Sting is confronted by a whole host of challengers, ranging from Shawn Michaels to Jeff Hardy, AJ Styles, & Jeff Jarrett. The latter proposes the first ever King of the Mountain Match to celebrate three years of TNA.
Slammiversary 2005
Shawn Michaels vs Jeff Jarrett vs AJ Styles vs Jeff Hardy vs Sting(c): King of the Mountain Match for the NWA World Heavyweight Championship
This past year has seen its share of firsts from the upstart Total Nonstop Action, at the end of last year, TNA hosted its first-ever PPV, Victory Road, later this year, will see its first-ever Bound for Glory. But tonight, three years to the month since TNA's inception will be the debut event of Slammiversary, and in the main event is the first-ever King of the Mountain Match. Shawn Michaels has gotten a new lease on life since reforming The Kliq, with only missing piece now is for him to regain the NWA Worlds Heavyweight Championship. Michaels' chances just got a lot better as Jeff Jarrett makes his entrance into the match and HE'S ATTACKED BY KEVIN NASH WHO JACKNIFES JARRETT OFF THE TOP OF THE STAGE THROUGH A STACK OF TABLES!!! Nash alongside Hall won the NWA World Tag Team Titles earlier in the night, so his only purpose here is to help his best friend Shawn Michaels regain the title. BUT JUST AS THE BELL RINGS, AJ STYLES NAILS MICHAELS WITH A PHENOMENAL FOREARM OFF THE TOP OF THE PENALTY BOX!!! The match is pure chaos from the off, everyone is scrambling to get the first pinfall or submission so they can be eligible to hang the title above the ring.
Kevin Nash goes straight for Styles, and the only thing on his mind is take The Phenomenal One out of commission. Styles tries to defend himself, but Nash is just too powerful, he hits a sidewalk slam onto a ladder. Jeff Hardy comes at him with another ladder, but Nash big boots The Charismatic Enigma right back to the ground. Nash notices Aj beginning to stir, he picks him up for a Jacknife, but Aj hops off his shoulders then into the ropes, immediately dropping Nash with a Stylin' DDT. Styles then scales the tope rope AND LANDS THE SPIRAL TAP!!! Styles makes the cover, ONE... TWO... THREE!!! AJ STYLES HAS PINNED KEVIN NASH AND IS NOW ELIGIBLE TO WIN THE MATCH!!! Noot wasting anytime, Styles grabs the title, and he leapfrogs from the ropes to the ladder... BUT IS CAUGHT IN MID-AIR WITH SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!! Michaels then pins AJ, ONE... TWO... THREE... SHAWN MICHAELS GETS THE SECOND PINFALL OF THE MATCH!!! Michaels & Nash work together against their opponents, their chemistry as a duo apparent. They gang up on Sting, the man who saw through their plans from the off, the man who beat Shawn Michaels and later beat their buddy Hall for the title now on the line in this match.
Sting is holding his own, but Nash flings him into a ladder propped in the center of the ring. Hardy then climbs the ladder AND WIPES OUT BOTH KLIQ MEMBERS WITH WHISPER IN THE WIND!!! Hardy pins Nash, ONE... TWO... THREE... HARDY IS NOW ELLIGIBLE!!! Michaels goes for Sweet Chin Music, but Sting catches the leg and lands the Scorpion Death Drop. He then sandwiches Michaels in a ladder and LOCKS IN THE SCORPION DEATH LOCK!!! MICHAELS TAPS OUT!!! STING IS FINALLY ELIGIBLE TO WIN THE MATCH!!! He grabs the Ten Pounds of Gold, and he scales the ladder, Michaels back feels like it's on fire, but he uses every ounce of strength that he has left to heave himself up, but he isn't quick enough. Sting is atop the ladder and ready to hang the championship BUT IS STOPPED WITH A LOW BLOW FROM KEVIN NASH!!! Nash then picks Sting onto his shoulders AND JACKNIFES HIM INTO THE CANVAS!!! Michaels is helped up the ladder by his would-be savior and he's able to hook the championship high above the ring. SHAWN MICHAELS IS A TWO-TIME NWA WORLDS HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION AND THE FIRST-EVER KING OF THE MOUNTAIN WINNER!!!
Shawn Michaels defeats Kevin Nash, AJ Styles, Jeff Hardy, & Sting to win the NWA World Heavyweight Championship in 19:47
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The very first edition of Slammiversary was a successful one to say the least, Kevin Nash & Scott Hall retained the NWA World Tag Team Titles over the reformed New Age Outlaws & Sean Waltman defeated Christopher Daniels to win the X-Division Championship. The Kliq now holds all the power, and with power comes new problems. AJ Styles has beaten Michaels more times than anyone in this company, and as the face of TNA, he wants a shot against the new champion. Michaels is surprisingly complimentary of AJ and even goes as far as to offer him a spot in the Kliq, promising him big fat check, and for him to be the next Shawn Michaels. But Styles refuses and attempts to take the Kliq down, leading to a match between them being announced for No Surrender, which is fitting considering that AJ Styles refuses to surrender to The Kliq.
No Surrender 2005
Shawn Michaels(c) vs AJ Styles V: NWA World Heavyweight Championship
Through their many matches that they've had against each other the past three years, we know what to expect. However, we dial it up even more. Tonight, has been a good night for The Kliq, Hall & Nash retained the NWA World Tag Team Championship over Elix Skipper & Christopher Daniels, putting the former out of action, and Sean Waltman has retained the TNA X-Division Championship over Christopher Daniels. It's now up to Shawn Michaels the keep The Kliq draped in gold. AJ Styles has improved since their last singles encounter a year ago, even outclassing Michaels for large stretches of the match. Michaels surprises Styles with some of the moves he's learned over the past couple of years, such as knocking the wind out of Styles with Machine Gun Chops in the corner, and a Canadian Destroyer out of nowhere for a very close near fall. Styles comes prepared, using Michaels own Figure-Four against him, nearly forcing a submission. Styles goes for a Phenomenal Forearm, but Michaels gets the foot up for Sweet Chin Music. Yet, AJ lands on his feet and nails an enzuigiri. Shawn Michaels goes for another Sweet Chin Music, but Styles catches the leg and spins him around. Styles then kicks him in the gut and lands the Styles Clash. Just as AJ turns him around into the cover, we hear DING... DING... DING... the time limit has expired, by the literal skin of his teeth, Shawn Michaels has retained the NWA Worlds Heavyweight Championship.
Shawn Michaels & AJ Styles fight to a time-limit draw in 60:00
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AJ Styles once again proved himself on par with his former mentor, Shawn Michaels. Styles is definitely the deserving NWA Worlds Heavyweight Champion, had he only hit the Styles Clash a few seconds earlier, he likely would have gotten the three count and ended Shawn Michaels' second reign of terror before it could go in full force. And with Michaels having added in at the contract signing just before their match, Styles can no longer challenge for the title as long as Michaels is champion. DDP is up next for a title shot, both were key players in the Monday Night Wars, but were in separate companies. DDP has to take the long road to singles glory, while Michaels has chance after chance handed to him. When they collide, the much older DDP, riddled with injuries manages to turn back the clock in an attempt for one more world title run. DDP takes the fight to HBK and is able to kick out of Sweet Chin Music. Michaels manages to lock in a Figure-Four, but DDP refuses to quit. DDP looks over at his diamond daughters (who we all KNOW want BIG JOHN WITH THE BIG SCHLONG BABYYY!!!) and he passes out from the pain... just like his daughters when the TEN INCH PLEASURE EXPRESS COMES INTO THE STATION!!!
After dispatching of DDP, Jeff Hardy begins to climb the ranks, defeating both Nash & Hall in back-to-back matches, then solidifying his #1 Contendership by defeating AJ Styles. Michaels plays off of Hardy's drug issues that got him fired from the WWE two years ago. Hardy calls out HBK for being a hypocrite as he was the same guy, wrestling while loaded on Somas. But Michaels says that unlike Hardy, he got the job done, he main-evented WrestleMania, while Hardy was just a glorified spot-monkey. They have their first match at Hard Justice where Michaels gets the win, only because the ref didn't see Hardy's foo the bottom rope during the pin. Heading into Unbreakable, Samoa Joe has recently defeated Sean Waltman to win the X-Division Championship, leading to a huge triple threat clash against Styles & Daniels at the PPV, and Michaels wants to bring the title back to The Kliq and become TNA's second-ever Triple Crown Champion. He announces that he will face the winner of the match in the main event of the first-ever Bound for Glory PPV. But first, he'll have to defeat Hardy, in the latter's environment - Full Metal Mayhem.
Unbreakable 2005
Shawn Michaels(c) vs Jeff Hardy: Full Metal Mayhem Match for the NWA World Heavyweight Championship
Earlier in the night, Triple X defeated Hall & Nash to win the NWA Tag Team Titles, leaving Michaels as the only Kliq member with a title. In this high stakes scenario, Jeff Hardy is the favorite going into this, as this type of match is his specialty. The match gets off to an explosive start, Hardy dumps Michaels out of the ring and launches a variety of ariel assaults to keep The Heartbreak Kid off balance. Jeff gets the early advantage, in the first several moments of the match, executing a Poetry in Motion off of a chair. The tide begins to turn when Michaels Hardy lays Michaels on the announce table, he then scales a ladder set up at the top of the stage AND THROWS CAUTION TO THE WIND GOING FOR A SWANTON OFF THE TOP... HOWEVER MICHAELS MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AT THE LAST SECOND!!! As debris flies everywhere, Michaels crawls down the ramp and uses his strength to set up a ladder in the middle of the ring, he slowly climbs the ladder. Hardy has begun to stir, he uses every little bit of strength that he has left to make it back to the ring and make it up the ladder just as Michaels is about to grab the title. They trade blows at the top, Michaels tries to bash Hardy with the belt, but he ducks, and grabs Michaels. HARDY THEN HITS MICHAELS WITH A TWIST OF FATE OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER, BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!!!
The match continues when both men sluggishly make it back to their feet. Sean Waltman sneaks in and attempts to help his friend retain, he goes to bash Hardy with the chair, but Hardy duck and Waltman cracks Michaels instead. Hardy hits Waltman with a Twist of Fate and climbs the ladder. When Michaels makes it back to his feet, he sets up a ladder right by Hardy's and begins the climb, when he makes it to the top, he rakes Hardy across the eyes AND BLASTS HARDY OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER WITH SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!! HARDY CRASHES THROUGH THE TABLE AND MICHAELS UNHOOKS THE TEN POUNDS OF GOLD!!! Michaels continues the assault on Hardy, until his older brother Matt runs out and makes the save. TNA signed Matt Hardy after WWE fired him due to the debacle with Edge & Lita.
Shawn Michaels defeats Jeff Hardy to retain the NWA World Heavyweight Championship in 21:57
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At Unbreakable, Samoa Joe successfully retained the TNA X-Division Championship over both AJ Styles & Christopher Daniels. Michaels nearly costed Joe the match, when he entered the ring and blasted him with Sweet Chin Music. Michaels looked on in horror as Samoa Joe kicked out, and after seeing the blazing inferno in his eyes, he knew that there was no stopping Samoa Joe. The Samoan Submission Machine would go on to stack AJ Styles & Christopher Daniels on his way to retaining the X-Division Championship. With just only roughly six weeks before his confrontation with the unstoppable Samoa Joe, things are breaking down fast in The Kliq, Michaels is unable to help Hall & Nash mend fences, as the latter cost his team the NWA World Tag Team Championships. Michaels proposes that they put all beef aside until after Bound for Glory so they can focus on taking down Samoa Joe, but neither man cares at this point, not even acknowledging HBK's struggles. Hall goes so far as to challenge Kevin Nash to a match at Bound for Glory which is readily accepted.
With Hall & Nash doing their own thing, Waltman is the only one left by HBK's side, Michaels urges him to talk to The Outlaws since they were in DX together back in the day. But they refuse because they don't trust Michaels and they're the ones who made DX what it was, not Michaels. The champion is running out of options, and he puts a bounty on Joe, he will pay $50,000 for anyone who can keep Joe from making it to Bound for Glory. Many try to collect the bounty, ranging from most of the X-Division roster who need the money, Sean Waltman, and even those from other companies who Joe has faced in the past. But it's America's Most Wanted who nearly collects the bounty, but the face locker room storms the ring and they run off both James Storm & Chris Harris. Everyone questions who sent them, and that is quickly answered, when out comes TNA's newest General Manager, none other than James E. Cornette himself. He relishes at the chance to tell Shawn Michaels to absolutely go fuck himself. He put up with his bullshit for years back in the 90's, and now he's in a position where he can fight back. He warns that if anyone tries to collect the bounty from here on out, they will be fired, and Michaels will be stripped of the NWA World Heavyweight Championship and subsequently fired.
Cornette promises that Shawn Michaels vs Samoa Joe will indeed happen at Bound for Glory, and there's nothing that Shawn Michaels can do to stop what's coming to him. The first-ever edition of Bound for Glory is really beginning to take shape, Kevin Nash vs Scott Hall, Jushin Thunder Liger vs AJ Styles, Monty Brown vs Jeff Jarrett, Triple X (Christopher Daniels & Elix Skipper vs The Hardy Boys vs Team 3-D in a Triangle Ladder Match for the NWA World Tag Team Championships, Jeff Hardy vs Monster Abyss vs Sabu vs Rhyno in a Monster's Ball Match, and in the main event, Shawn Michaels vs Samoa Joe in a Winner Takes All match for the World & X-Division Championships. Jim Cornette has proven to be a nightmare for HBK, even adding on that if Michaels gets disqualified or counted out that he loses the title, and there will be no time-limit draw to save him either. Neither man is allowed to get physical, in order to not put TNA's first-ever Bound for Glory main event in jeopardy. On the last episode of Impact before Bound for Glory, Samoa Joe faces Sean Waltman and he absolutely demolishes the poor man, beating him in under three minutes. Joe cuts a scathing promo on Shawn Michaels & The Kliq. ROH was started to avoid guys like them, he thought TNA had done the same. He puts over all the talented people in the back who are being held back by The Kliq's influence, at Bound for Glory Samoa Joe is going to cut off the head of the snake - Shawn Michaels.
Bound for Glory 2005
Shawn Michaels(c) vs Samoa Joe: NWA X-Division & World Heavyweight Championship
For the first ever edition of Bund for Glory, which would go on to be known as TNA's flagship show, Samoa Joe makes a special entrance, a Samoan fire dance performed by his family members, while Shawn Michaels comes out like an angel descending from heaven, symbolic of his belief that he is the angel from heaven who will be the one to save TNA as he puts it. The Orlando crowd is absolutely ravenous, there is not a single empty seat in the Impact Zone as we're about to witness one of the greatest PPV main events in recent memory, as we have a bonafide dream match between Shawn Michaels & Samoa Joe. We hear chants of "Joe's Gonna Kill You" which reminds Shawn of all the destruction he's witnessed, curtesy of the man standing opposite to him in the ring here tonight. But this time, there will be no time-limit to save HBK, nor will he be able to get disqualified or counted out, Shawn's only way out is to pin or submit the Samoan Submission Machine. When ring announcements conclude, for the final time tonight, we finally hear the bell go, DING... DING... DING...
Joe absolutely dominates his older opponent, doing what many have done before him and targeting the famously bad back of Shawn Michaels. He lands a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on Michaels and locks in a bow and arrow submission, that Michaels barely fights out of. Joe continues to methodically take Michaels apart with a whole variety of submission and power moves. For the first time since June 2004, the audience actually begins to feel sympathy for Shawn Michaels. Joe continues to wear Michaels down, sapping his energy, but The Heartbreak Kid refuses to quit. An attempted Coquina Clutch is thwarted by a desperate Michaels, who connects with a sharp elbow to Joe's face, creating separation. Seizing the moment, Michaels hits an enzuigiri that momentarily stuns Joe. With the Samoan stunned, Michaels seizes his moment and strikes with Sweet Chin Music out of nowhere! The crowd gasps as Joe crumbles to the mat. Michaels makes the cover... ONE… TWO… SAMOA JOE POWERS OUT AT TWO AND A HALF!!! Michaels is in disbelief, and so is the crowd. The Heartbreak Kid doesn't waste time dwelling, though. He takes a breath and sets his sights on the downed Joe. As Joe struggles to get up, Michaels exits the ring, clearing the monitors off the announce table. Grabbing Joe, Michaels pulls him out of the ring and onto the apron. The crowd is on their feet, anticipating what's about to happen. Michaels pulls Joe up, preparing for a piledriver on the apron. But Joe fights back, driving Michaels back with a series of headbutts. In a sudden shift of momentum, Joe lifts Michaels up and DELIVERS A THUNDEROUS MUSCLE BUSTER THAT SENDS BOTH MEN CRASHING THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!
The match resumes back in the ring, both men are physically spent and feeling the effects of their earlier exchange, struggle to their feet. They are trading blows, lighting each other with chops. Michales surprisingly gets the upper hand, pushing Joe back. Michaels bounces off the ropes, aiming for a clothesline, but Joe counters with a devastating powerslam. Joe signals the end, pulling the semi-conscious Michaels up for a Muscle Buster. But Michaels slips out, connecting with an enziguri that sends Joe into the ropes. Michaels hits an atomic drop followed by a flying forearm, feeling a surge of adrenaline, Michaels kips up but JOE KIPS UP AT THE SAME TIME!!! Joe goes for a lariat, but Michaels ducks. Michaels impressively, hits a powerslam on Joe and scales the turnbuckle. BUT JOE LEAPS TO THE TOP!!! He picks HBK up onto his shoulders FOR THE HUGE AVALANCHE SAMOAN DROP!!! Joe is back in control now; he heaves Michaels up AND NAILES HIM WITH THREE DEADLIFT POWERBOMBS BEFORE TRANSITIONING INTO THE BOSTON CRAB!!! Joe puts as much pressure on the back of Michaels that he can. As Shawn tries to crawl towards the ropes, but Joe drags him so far away that his head is almost sticking through the ropes. BUT SEAN WALTMAN BLASTS HIM WITH THE NWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!! The ref didn't see it as Waltman retreats to the back, SHAWN MICHAELS BLASTS SAMOA JOE WITH SWEET CHIN MUSIC STRAIGHT INTO THE COVER!!! ONE... TWO... JOE THROWS MICHAELS OFF OF HIM!!! Shawn can't believe it, he loses it on the ref. behind him, a bloody Joe rises back to his feet, fuming with rage... HE LOCKS IN THE COQUINA CLUTCH!!! Michaels flails his arms around like a fish out of water, but his resolve weakens, his face begins to turn purple, Michaels arms eventually go limp... THE REF CALLS THE MATCH!!! SAMOA JOE IS THE NEW NWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION; THE ERA OF THE SAMOAN SUBMISSION MACHINE HAS OFFICIALLY BEGUN!!!
Samoa Joe defeats Shawn Michaels to win the NWA World Heavyweight Championship in 36:55
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Today's anniversaries are:
1975

• Rush - Fly by Night ()

2009

• Zvoyn - Onomatopeous Love Letters, Book Ⅰ: Elisa (metal, avantgarde, bass, electronica, fretless, fusion, grindcore, midi, progressive, technical, Lyon) Read our review.

2010

• Wormed - Quasineutrality (brutal death, death metal, metal, progressive metal, sci-fi death metal, brutal death metal, technical death metal, Madrid)

2011

• Neuraxis - Asylon (metal, Montreal)
  
• The Project Hate ⅯⅭⅯⅩⅭⅨ - Bleeding the New Apocalypse (Cum victrīcis in manibus armīs) (Metal)
  

2013

• ۞ (Rub el Hizb) - Ⅱ (progressive metal)
  
• Disperse - Living Mirrors (djent, metal, poland, progressive, technical, Gmina Przeworsk)
  

2014

• Kids Eat Crayons - Dogs at Play among the Ruins (contemporary improvisation, eat shit, experimental, jazz, metal, punk, Montreal) Read our review.

2015

• Spike Orchestra - Ghetto (jazz, avant-garde, avant-garde klezmer, big band, contemporary, free improvisation, jazz, jazz and improvised music, klezmer, nikki franklin, sam eastmond, spike orchestra, United Kingdom)

2016

• Cirith Gorgor - Visions of Exalted Lucifer (black metal, metal, The Netherlands)
  
• Entropia - Ufonaut (black metal, blackgaze, experimental, metal, atmospheric, black metal, blackgaze, doom metal, post-blackmetal, postmetal, psychedelic, psychedelic black metal, stoner metal, Oleśnica)
  
• Mamma non piangere - N. 3 (avant-prog, canterbury, contemporary, experimental, picchio dal pozzo, progressive rock, rio, avant-progressive, frank zappa, Milano)
  
• Pogavranjen - Jedva čekam da nikad ne umrem (black metal, metal, avant-garde, black metal, post-black metal, Zagreb) Read our review.
  

2017

• Janvier - Janvier (black metal, metal, atmospheric black metal, canadian black metal, cascadian black metal, doom, métal noir, métal noir québécois, usbm, Berlin)
  
• Monobody & Pyramid Scheme - Split (rock, instrumental, jazz, math rock, post-rock, prog, prog rock, Chicago)
  
• Umbra - Ariēs (metal, atmospheric, post-metal, postcore, postrock, sludge, space, Toulouse)
  

2018

• Ocrilim - Hrasri (experimental, classical, experimental, krallice, metal, mick barr, mjop broon, octis, Weehawken)
  
• Rekombinacje - One Year Less Appearances Are Wrong (experimental, metal, amen, breakcore, dark ambient, drill, drum, gitar, glitch, jungle, loop, metal, vox, Wrocław)
  
• עלמה זהר (ʿlmh Zhr / Alma Zohar) - חיים משוגעים (Ḥyym mšwḡʿym) (folk, rock, world, ragga, Israel) Read our review.
  
• حَشّاشِین (Ḥashshāshīn) - nīhsāhshsaḤ (Adj.) (world, drone, math rock, prog, prog metal, prog rock, progressive metal, progressive rock, psych rock, psychedelic rock, world music, Sydney)
  

2019

• Aavikko - Monopoly (Electro)
  
• Atrium - Gravity Dreams (instrumental, math metal, metal, progressive rock, djent, groove metal, guitar, periphery, plini, polyphia, progressive metal, rock, tesseract, Provo)
  
• Backstabber - Conspiracy Theorist (black metal, death metal, deathcore, groove metal, melodic metal, metal, speed metal, thrash metal, old school metal, Rouyn Noranda)
  
• Black Taffy - Elder Mantis (experimental, dark ambient, lofi hiphop, vaporwave, Dallas)
  
• Cabinets of Curiosity - The Chaos Game (progressive rock, rock, avant-garde, math, post-rock, prog, prog metal, prog rock, progressive metal, psychedelic rock, Mansfield)
  
• Cheeto's Magazine - Amazingous (metal, progressive rock, rock, pop rock, prog, prog rock, Barcelona) Read our review.
  
• Coltsblood & Un - Split (metal, atmospheric, doom metal, etc., funeral doom, funeral doom metal, metal, post-metal, Seattle)
  
• Dieu - Fore (experimental, free improvisation, free rock, jazz and improvised music, texture, Montpellier) Read our review.
  
• Elder Devil - The Light Dimmed Eternal (grindcore, metal, crust, hardcore, Fresno)
  
• Gridfailure - Sixth Mass-Extinction Skulduggery Ⅰ (dark ambient, dark hardcore, experimental, world music, Valley Cottage)
  
• Herod - Sombre Dessein (metal, progressive, sludge, Vevey)
  
• Hess Usui Suen - もも (Momo) (experimental, vinyl, avant-garde, free jazz, jazz punk, noise rock, weird, Atlanta)
  
• Hot Flash Heat Wave - Mood Ring (rock, bedroom pop, dreampop, new wave, post-punk, psychedelic rock, San Francisco)
  
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2021

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2022

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2023

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Context
"Double genocide theory" states that Eastern Europe had two equal and opposite genocides in the 1930s and 1940s: the Holocaust on the one hand, and Soviet repression on the other hand. This theory has become a bitterly divisive topic in much of Eastern Europe.
Before I go any further: Soviet crimes did happen. The Soviet invasion of the Baltic states was illegal and unprovoked, and the Soviets' rule of Lithuania, Latvia, and Estonia was brutal. All of these things are true, horrible, and should be commemorated.
But "Double Genocide" goes beyond historical facts, by equating Stalin's misrule injustice and cruelty with Hitler's genocide. In function, it's a way for countries with histories of Holocaust collaboration to deflect guilt. Lithuania-based scholar Dovid Katz describes "double genocide" as:

a tool of discourse, sophistry, casuistry, to talk the Holocaust out of history without denying a single death.

One of the consequences of this theory is that it helps states rebrand local Holocaust perpetrators as "freedom fighters."
This leads us to today's story: Lithuania's Jonas Noreika, aka Generolas Vėtra – "General Storm".
The Story of Jonas Noreika
Jonas Noreika was an anti-Soviet militant from the Lithuanian Activist Front (LAF). He posthumously holds the Cross of Vytis, First Degree, Lithuania's highest civil decoration. He was arrested and imprisoned by the Nazis in 1943. When World War II ended and Lithuania was reannexed by the USSR, Noreika became involved in the anti-Soviet resistance movement. The Soviets captured him and executed him for treason in 1947.
Today, he's honored chiefly for his resistance against the Soviets, but it's also claimed that he resisted the Nazis. There are streets and a high school bearing his name. There was, until recently, a plaque commemorating him in downtown Vilnius. The state-funded Genocide and Resistance Research Center of Lithuania (LGGRTC) claims that, besides fighting the Soviets, Noreika also "actively contributed to the rescue of Šiauliai Jews." (Šiauliai County was the district that the Nazis made Noreika governor of).
This is a lie. Noreika was an outspoken anti-Semite before the war, and an active and enthusiastic participant in the Holocaust. He forced Jews into ghettos, stole their property, subjected them to torture, slavery and starvation, and finally had them shot by the thousands. The Plungė massacre is Noreika's most infamous crime, but not his only one.
There were many people like Noreika in Lithuania (and all of Eastern Europe) during WWII. The highest estimate of direct Holocaust participants in Lithuania is 23,000 individuals, 5,000 of whom have been named.
But what makes Noreika's story notable is that his own granddaughter, investigative journalist Silvia Foti (née Silvia Kučėnaitė), is leading a campaign to expose her grandfather's crimes. She has collected an impressive number of documents, written by Noreika and bearing his signature, that connect him to the murder of Lithuanian Jews.
Why Defend Noreika?
So, why would anyone defend Noreika, a documented Holocaust perpetrator? This is rooted the Baltic states' resentment over their colonization by the Soviets, and the importance of the post-WWII insurgency, which was waged until 1956, in the Lithuanian, Latvian, and Estonian national identities.
One of the Soviet Union's main charges against the Baltic guerillas--also called "Forest Brothers"--was that they were entirely a Nazi remnant. Given the scale and extent of Baltic collaboration with Nazi Germany, this charge is serious, and there was certainly an overlap between former collaborators and the Forest Brothers.
Reality, of course, is a bit more complicated. The ugly truth is that indeed, many prominent postwar independence activists participated in the Holocaust: this includes Noreika, Juozas Lukša, and probably Adolfas Ramanauskas. This fact taints the movement's legacy.
But it's false to call the independence movement a wholesale rebranding of former Nazis. Many--indeed, most--pro-independence activists weren't involved in the genocide. Calling them a mere Nazi stay-behind operation is false for the following reasons:

• 150,000 people took part in the postwar anti-Soviet resistance, many times greater than even the highest estimates of the number of Holocaust collaborators. And when one remembers that many prominent collaborators fled West in 1944-45, the mismatch between the number of partisans and the number of ex-collaborators gets even greater.
  
• Some independence activists, like Domas Jasaitis and his wife Sofija Lukauskaitė, are recognized by reputable organizations as having rescued Jews.
  
• Many of the Forest Brothers were children when the Holocaust in Lithuania was taking place.
  

Unfortunately though, the Baltic states have responded to Soviet charges with a gross and dishonest over-correction: the Lithuanian government has whitewashed the entire movement, and categorically denies that any of its prominent leaders participated in the Holocaust. Hence the glorification of Noreika.
What Noreika's Defenders Say
There are a few recurrent red herrings that Noreika's apologists use.
I'll start with the worst alibi: the LGGRTC admitted that Noreika established Jewish ghettos, but claimed that he put Jews in ghettos for their own protection. Really. They say this on page 3 of the report. I dunno if it's even worth rebutting that, but ... their "evidence" that the ghettos were Noreika's way of protecting Jews is this:

• That ghettos in Lithuania had Jewish "councils" (so did the ghettos in Poland)
  
• That a senior SS officer told the Jews that the only way he could protect them from pogroms was if they moved into ghettos (pogroms committed by whom? And we're trusting an SS officer?)
  
• That Lithuanian Jews complied with orders to move into ghettos (as if they had a choice).
  

A less outrageous strategy is to split hairs over what Noreika's exact position in the occupation government was. For example, the LGGRTC states that Noreika wasn't the governor of Telšiai County (page 4), where Plungė is located. But whether Noreika had official authority in Telšiai doesn't disprove anything. Lithuania is a small country. People can travel.
Another strategy is to quibble over dates. For example: the Plungė massacre took place July 13-15, 1941. Noreika, the LGGRTC claims (page 4), wasn't appointed governor of Šiauliai until early August. The implication is that Noreika couldn't have orchestrated the massacre because he lacked nominal authority. This too is ridiculous. Militias like the one that Noreika led could, and did, participate in the Holocaust without the Nazis' permission.
There's also the matter of Noreika's imprisonment by the Nazis, one of his defenders' go-to "proofs" of his innocence. It's true that he was sent to the Stuthoff concentration camp (page 4). But he wasn't imprisoned for helping Jews. He was imprisoned for resisting German attempts to organize Lithuanian militiamen into a formal SS legion. This was a power struggle between himself and the Germans. There's no evidence of any principled opposition to Nazism, other than not wanting to be directly subordinate to Germany.
Then there's the "innocence by association" argument. For example, in 1943, when Noreika had turned against the Germans, he seems to have interacted with some Lithuanian anti-Nazi activists who did save Jews, like Domas Jasaitis and Sofija Lukauskaitė. Jasaitis is quoted speaking favorably of his work with Noreika, and saying that they worked well together. But when Noreika worked with Jasaitis, it wasn't to protect Jews. It was to prevent the Germans from mobilizing Lithuanian conscripts. Even if Noreika knew about Jasaitis's actions to protect Jews, there's no evidence that Noreika was involved in it, approved of it, or would've tolerated it if he'd discovered it in 1941.
Another ploy is to discredit the evidence against Noreika by pointing out that much of it came from KGB archives. Here's Professor Adas Jakubauskas making that argument (in Lithuanian). The forgery argument has been used by the Lithuanian right many times to dismiss evidence that Lithuanian nationalists participated in the massacres of 1941 as Soviet lies. But if the KGB had wanted to slander Noreika as a mass murderer, they wouldn't have used internal documents to do it. These were classified records, not propaganda leaflets.
And every inconsistency in the KGB's archives can be explained by bad bookkeeping, conflicting reports, typos, and unintentional misunderstandings. Every governmental archive has these problems. As historian Saulius Sužiedėlis writes about the primary documents on the Holocaust in Lithuania:

Indeed, there are inconsistencies and gaps in the historical record. Perhaps, some of these are intentional since the Soviet authorities were keenly interested in discrediting "bourgeois nationalism" and engaged in considerable disinformation, especially during the 1970s and eighties. But there is no evidence that any of the significant documents on which recent studies are based have in any way been altered or forged.

And we don't have to rely on KGB archives to know what kind of man Noreika was. We have his own writings.
The Evidence against Noreika
I mentioned Noreika's granddaughter, Silvia Foti, earlier. Foti has extensively researched her grandfather's life using primary sources, including sources that her own mother had copies of. These include two books that he wrote in the 1930s:

• "Hold Your Head High, Lithuanian!" (1933) - Noreika calls on Lithuanians to boycott all Jewish-owned businesses.
  
• "On the Fruitfulness of Authoritarian Politics" (1939) - Noreika praises the leadership of Hitler and Mussolini, and advocates for Lithuania to follow a similar path.
  

These don't prove on their own that Noreika participated in the Holocaust, but they tell you where his sympathies lay. And they can't have been Soviet forgeries: Foti's mother owned original copies that Foti's grandmother, Noreika's wife, brought with her when she emigrated to Chicago.
But the most damning evidence that Foti has is a collection of orders that her grandfather signed while serving as governor of Šiauliai. These orders include:

• Forcing Jews into the Šiauliai ghetto (only a tiny handful, out of more than 2,000, survived).
  
• Ordering all Jewish property to be confiscated.
  
• Ordering Jews to be put to work as slaves, 4eg chopping firewood.
  

Foti also has found a memo that was sent to Noreika from one of his subordinates, which reports the murder of all 160 Jews in the town of Žeimelis. This is arguably her strongest piece of evidence, because it is a pre-Soviet document that directly connects Noreika to the Holocaust.
So, to sum it up: we have a man who was an avowed anti-Semite and fascist before World War II. He was given authority when the Nazis occupied Lithuania. He enforced the Nazis' orders against the Jews. He established a ghetto whose inhabitants were almost totally exterminated. He was a thief and a slave-driver. Under his supervision, his minions murdered Jewish civilians. He did this in a country where 95% of its prewar Jewish population was murdered, the highest rate in Europe. This isn't the profile of a secret Holocaust rescuer; it's the profile of a mass murderer.
Conclusion
The story of Noreika is a reminder that people want national heroes, they want those heroes to be spotless, and sometimes they'll ignore all facts to get it this way. This is true everywhere: Latin America with Bolivar, Turkey with Ataturk, the USA with the Founding Fathers. But history is messy, and it's possible for someone to serve both a good cause (fighting the illegal occupation of your country) and a despicable one (the Holocaust).
If I can editorialize: what Noreika is accused of is so grotesque, and the evidence against him is so strong, that rehabilitating him is impossible. There's no excuse for his crimes.
And the Lithuania that Noreika and his allies wanted to build wouldn't have been free. We have Noreika's own words as proof. His ideal Lithuania would've been a totalitarian state with minorities exterminated and dissent illegal. It would've been a Nazi client state at best, or outright annexed at worst. It would've been nothing like the democratic Lithuania that exists today. It's tragic that Lithuania had to wait 45 years for its freedom, but it's fortunate that Noreika's Lithuania never came into existence.
And I'll give credit where credit is due: Lithuania is gradually coming to terms with its painful past. The process is slow, and there have been setbacks, but progress is being made:

• The Lithuanian government itself is divided over the adulation of Noreika and his ilk; a state-appointed commission ruled that Noreika was a mass murderer and that the LGGRTC's defense of him was unacceptable.
  
• The plaque honoring Noreika is the subject of a bitter fight; it was removed in 2019 on the orders of Vilnius mayor Remigius Šimašius, illegally restored by local right-wing activists, and removed again in 2023; we'll see what happens in the coming months. But the fact that this fight is happening at all is proof that a lot of Lithuanians want their government to do the right thing.
  
• The Lithuanian Parliament dismissed Professor Jakubauskas from the LGGRTC in 2021 over his defense of Noreika (Jakubauskas claimed that he was the victim of a conspiracy led by the Israeli ambassador ... as I said, there's still progress to be made).
  
• Diplomatic pressure is making it harder for the Lithuanian government to evade this issue. The current US ambassador to Lithuania has spoken frankly to the local press about the need to remove monuments glorifying Holocaust collaborators. With Lithuania seeking closer ties with the US and NATO, this issue won't go away.
  

What's sad is that Lithuania has plenty of national heroes who deserve praise. According to Yad Vashem, Lithuania has the second-most Holocaust rescuers per capita of any country in Europe. There were people like Domas Jasaitis who truly resisted the Holocaust while also supporting an independent Lithuania. And, of course, there were countless ordinary people who nonviolently rose up against Soviet rule in the late 80s and early 90s.
An important fact about history is that it's possible for two things to be bad. The Soviets were wrong for invading Lithuania in 1940, wrong for arbitrarily imprisoning, deporting, and executing Lithuanian citizens, and wrong for denying it its independence after World War II. But the redirection of public fury against Lithuanian Jews--a well-documented historical fact--was shameful. As a democracy, Lithuania is responsible for confronting its past, instead of using Soviet oppression as an excuse to pretend that men like Noreika were heroes.
EDIT: Fixed links to the LGGRTC's publications.

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5) Chitty Chitty, and Holy shebang, in ditties, wherever i hang, my homemade, anarchistic missile, is fine grade, like my flying middle, finger, knapping,like a harbinger-rapping, cause the duty, is loony, all the time, on the sundial, I dump grime, on rat files, this tarantula dance, is perils before swine, tinderbox lines, wit a Gothic lance, my skin, akin to cinnamon, so I assign feet, to twilight, daze an insight, and entice heat, I burn bones, and narcotized policed kids, so forever quietude can live, humbug the clone, tattlers, can't defame me, I splatter, the vincible flea, I practice paramnesia fast, put my coc in the hoop, I'm a catatonic loop, in a mr terminus task, I cripple a vampire, my virile reflex, the perfidious sex, is entropic esquires, they traduce, to seduce, my fireworks, explode cars, MIA is hurt, and like Man in Mars, beside frozen water, the Martyr Doc, tryna honor, WAP, wit Goddess regnancy, without Judas pregnancy, I drink, and plash officership, so I link, to drown or clown in anonymous, their dwarves, tinctorial, this ward, too territorial, HCIC, poison ivy, rest in commissary, top of the food chain, spiking prairie, wit the baby insane, mafioso lane, in reign, my knee, is sacramental, an autonomous G, elemental, I'm not a human being, I'm just being human, what I'm seeing, is mutants, we just prison hostage, wit knowledge, traded by banks, and religious projects, so as I made shanks, for Cheap digest, Prophecy must breathe, and breed the lead, however, in modified weathers, Ever gram, is a quadrillion dollar, wanted by spam, and impostors, to steal, Family lore, and peal, contradictory uproar, I celebrate almost everyday, like an enemy died, prey, of my dye, I'm classified, reclassified, never declassified, til the last ride, My panoramic views, is versatile chew, geometric parables, marriageable, excellent perfection, Phoenix lessons,they want me not, to counteract, to stay intact, in my trots, potassium nitrate, thanking statute dates
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6) Fireside Chat Warning- Prophetic Cyborg, 95 percent damaged, its a morgue, where I salvage, burning cities, that got us in micro grids, the agenda ritzy, assassinations live, my Culture, active as Druglords, mining for soldiers, in immortal umbilical cords, portals, by underground research facilities, police make us mortal, under congress humility, false flag operations, in copulation, individual control, put tracers in blood, so my energetic soul, remotes love, scarlar weapons, by scholar inception, disturbing glands, my coordinates, entrapped by seditious fans, to keep me unfortunate, whatever she want me to dew, she pays, the mafia haze, is in my hue, genii science, wit linguistic of defiance, information warfare, wiretap a dream, wit cybernetic wares, in sovereign queens, no social number, I survive like a war hustler, tragedy lover, the amendment, prepares for martial regiments, starving undercovers, nonprofit Peace, operate to re lease, servitude, in quietude, and rules, by a ruse, confuse, a mule, in uniforms, the perpetration is borne, expunge, my lungs, I detoxed, to start this box, no Queensbury, for earth, is the jury, in this berth dearth, they chip us, to motes, smart dust, as we regenerate hope, they want sex offenders, for president, for Tesla detriment, neglecting us to remember, waiting for infinite ammunition, lethal vaccination, dissing our intuition, and depopulation activations, Morgellon diseases, autoimmune hepatitis, don't want us righteous, or being a genius, pixilated indictments, I'm polymath enlightenment, noble venom, this an emergency enchantment, eschatology is present, and micromanaged, Im an entrapped specie, cryptically surveiled, in hell, living uneasy, ever since the thralldom, became a microcosm, it was miniature pandemics, and errors, so I gave terror, to the pathetic, so Bea, forgive this last kiss, sempiternal everyday, as evidence exists, my paradigm, is calculus, shooting volcanoes in my brine, for the lachrymose after us
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7) G Will--My Goodwill, is instilled, as I distill, and fulfill, without an apologue, or apple dialogue, no tarradiddles, in the passaged middles, or in my village physics, aka hood districts, tho my appearance, is brokenhearted, the artificial cartridge, still want my kin on clearance, I get her Gucci, she fantasized for, so she, hold my weapons of world war more, her thing, be on my palmistry, valedictorian zing, arable honesty, whenever I'm far, we connect like stars, honeymoon, moonshine, we compatible to kind, so we boon, we a phat comity, like its always February 29th, our camaraderie, drunk off pints, no senate, can sensate, this heart rate, she my haptic pendant, hew in love, my hue in gloves, missed felonies, I ate her to melodies, play sic, from work, to lemme insert the kic, and flirt, the sulfurous watch, our proverbial spots, she tongued me, til I held onto tropes, sprung G, tryna cope, googol finds, couldn't help me see this, she drip juicy wine, and tilt positions switch, bed opera, pukka class, mantra, of yoga splash, besides that, I help fix, I add on to flashforward a mix, when Peace is entrapped, I'm a political prisonaire, wit ambrosia flair, growing on a volcano, where I can't fool around, I'm forced to yayo, and expound, she know I got to be fatidical, my tribe, kindergarten radicals, proscribed, cause we never blaming, they ban legal forms, from children of the corn, such preventive gaining, manumitting is secretly restricted, like we must be explicit, for cryonic cash, I'm a maenadic, yet monadic, in a quantum dash, they too untruthful, yet her and I, is fruitful, third eye to eye, they only plan, scams, during manque times, we get no unabridged signs, swastika, at the sepulchral ground, to cross in wicca, and tunnel lounge, stealing the aquifer, blowing fuses, say we useless, yet further their moniker, make us look unsuccessful, throughout all this, she Cee me as flawless, wit scars, and tattoos, though I'm barred, like indigenous statues,
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8) Evangelical Cannibal--Super Amped, I put unachievable tramps, in an unscheduled death, I been an alcoholic, since Avenues created the West, amongst the diabolic, hormones, on my dicc, for loans, to terminate a hicc, shiyt, I live this RICO, to the fullest, classified by Freemason acoustics, in anxious amino, rate me x, to the infinite power, my quotient a hex, to cowards, I constantly stomp on faces, to adapt like a pacifist, cause I'm laced wit, Warlord Activists, I break a nerve, to control my temper, I'm a Grinch in December, as I sermon words, my frequency, hurt emotions, wit my conscious potions, of piquancy, so stay away from me, like a syllable, I'm a dope G, so anybody is killable, from the DA, to CO, tryna free play, in this C Lo, in my genes, is banshees, so I will destroy and cream, for pantry, y'all not electric, nor magnetic, y'all write pathetic, I get ur hope netted, I go around, town by town, testing clowns, and fluently drown, it stimulates my goals, and colds, inducting one, to the death of fame, its not a game, my mentality is of a triple Sun, I mastered geometry, to escape a radius, and eat like an evangelist, properly, every thousand grams, I went through, I removed ham, from the menu and venue, my new millennium, stay in hellion mode, cases of bellum, observe a sole, anyways, I came to purge, and urge, rays, transition my intelligent volts, to animals, that vote, for the anatomy of a cannibal, my depth is Loc, my square, is drink chichi, that I don't share, not even wit Ouija, scat, my height extreme, as a brat, looking to lien, not even a lawyer, can come toward, without an entourage, I am a Man, and an op God, returning land, my ambidextrous wings, automatically, down architect rings, living static free, so if u supported devil kin, I will somehow separate u, from ur political VIN, and slaughter through, as if suicide, looks like the apartheid, I sip ghetto gyn, to heal and spin, like a snowy hurricane, inflate kilos, by the border lane, as I entrance the multi lethal, I will never surrender, nor turn myself inn, this acculturation weather, there's plenty of contracts to pin, I just learned how to make, zyklon B, for the fake, to depart from me, I cripple abilities, and capabilities, til they extradite my brain, I discharge, too insane, while locating a sarge, I'm absolutely, a methodical killer, luminosity distiller, mutely, zero, ur heroes, I always find motives, to plash variants, repopulate poses, in clairvoyance, I move mites, in motes, to entice, a stroke, since Deuteronomy, u broke sanitation, so I break ur philosophy, into castration, time accommodated, wit cash, to utilize u like ass, as u prostrated, I had it going on, since the Baghdad battery, Darkrooms spawn, responding to so called mastery, ever since the achromatic colored man, smothered plans, I been wit no filter, even when i tilt her, the wrongful responder, won't prosper, I get u jumped, by crunk, shatter, ur character, by the incinerator, as I drive Crazy, to waiters, with a supreme m.80, hoe this depth, is galactic, Hollywood in debt, til the casket, if researchable evidence, is in ur home, u will be dethroned, like presidents, I will deactivate patterns, when I emotionalize my churns, u can't avoid, this is activity, not idle sensitivity, I'm international like steroids, and androids, and prepared bad boys, i KO a gland, wit my invisible hand, I drink wherever, I'm an individual cortex, out of a vortex, of a research center, so I'm underground, like ogres, that's hard to be found, like gnomes and voters, I never let the law take advantage, that's why I'm in jail now, I cant be micromanaged, like a cow, I disturb the aerial, and Ariel, I'm drafty, and daffy, practice on hitting dastards, from my office, I'm a tome captured, by agent Taurus, frenemies, is illiterate, like religious tendencies, tryna be considerate, I'm a morbid, orbit, my alcohol palace, is area 51, so wit a plastic chalice, I challenge anyone
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9) Euthanizer--- I pull a quatrain, on a ur momma, the MILF brain, while in a sauna, I buy ur parents, wit Gangsta patents, cause I don't wanna see u, don't get it twisted, I'm higher than evils, plus I hire petals, to hold metals, plus u talk like a eunuch, and a hermaphrodite, this is not music, this is dangerous acolytes, I be unpleasant dimensions, I bring to people, like a vaccinated needle, by an alienist perfection, u audition, for jobs, cause ur cognition, can be robbed, almost everyone here, is nothing, just humming, for a vulnerable overseer, y'all ran by, alphabet boyfriends, toy trends, and egotistic spies, so its a new gun, every time I altered, I'm a unselfish Sun, that will disease a father, I dust off, a person a loft, when arson is cheap, pardon my treat, I can't tolerate, those who don't positively pollinate, idiotic, I'm a vehicular homicidal psychotic, I bash a figure, into metaphors, triple standards, dominate, so contradictions be the candidate, for another cancer, I forced ur whore, to smoke a wholly hoard, before she leaves, this tribal sign language, of eves, when we banish, u got me fuqd up, I pay kids, to get ur eyes in a gut, so I can laugh during my bids, police cum, and we don't recognize Amani, if u send them Nazis, to take take my yum, its a forward lateral, for my inner Amytal, I won't depend, on separation depression, ID my bend, then I move at my discretion, wit molly, in her anal, the love to trolley, and strangle wit cable, I'm for real, so fuq all ur criticism, I get in ur regional wheel, wit a conceited Wisdom, follow ur email, to hail, if u think this a tale, then find me at ur tail, I echo, from my location, like a pretzel vocation, in this metro, SCI Huntingdon, where deterioration is offered, but we reverse hunting cum, and we sombre, never settling for a stalemate, time is distorted, wit lifers whose discorded, by dates, so my sovereign muscle, is jerked by judges, that hustle grudges, for sexual inabilities, is hostilities,
sample me, I make an example out of u, wit real calamity, for foreign arousal, this prototype, was arrested, cause I mass produced metrics, in a gigolo night, I tamper wit situations, alike litigations, I chain an informant, to a car, for torment, can be heard afar, my astrodynamic telepathy, must tranquillize, enemy by enemy, tryna rise, its involuntary, to protect fairly, the atmosphere, already weird, but I won't waste here, like who shall I fear, either ur scared, of death or jail, cause ur impaired, to be the best Zale, this schoolyard, not college, this is an autogenic card, autonomic, more autonomous, than a taxi, I'm more complex tragedy, aversions is anonymous, stay in the closet, let them euthanize the axis, yet allow my praxis, to Prophet ---- Euthanizer
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10) Endangered Edition-- Don't Disrupt This Movie, Nor Spill The Hooch, This Innocence At Duty, And For More Hooch, Y'all Not Really Talking, Cause At Home U Get Vetoed, As I Be E Stalking, Like A Stronghold, My Ecosystem, Need A Triage, Yet I Be Tripping, On Hodgepodge, I Push To Embargo, Governments, Wit Harlots Of Carlo, On Their Criminology Covenants, U Never Had A Hero, Like U Never Seen A Kilo, Every Gamble, Is A187 Bettor, I'm A Solstice Handle, To Daze Better, I Follow U, From A Jewelry Store, Not In Solitude, In This Uproar, I Keep Binoculars On Mac Machines, For War, I Trap A Trampoline, As I Tour, Meaningfully Babbling, From Castle To Castle, Grappling, For A Satchel, Extending My Clip, To A Drum, Fuq Where I'm From, This Germ Is Hip, For Forward Conditions, I Maintain Ammunitions, I Follow Through, Ballistic, My Crew, Holistic, She On The Bandwagon, I'm Still Amish, Is What I Be Bragging, Without A Promise, Agriculture, To Pharmaceutical, Got My Culture, Diagrammatical, Descriptions, Of Infliction, Derive, From Survival Tactics, Deprived, By An Uncreative Vatic, Now I Put Head In Baskets, And Close A Casket, I Fore Ever, Been Slumping, Wit Kevlar Treasure, For Dumping, I Feed Ur Genetics, To Loansharks, As My Hearts, Oscillate Wit The Most Respected, I Came Twice, To Splice, Like A Messiah, I Rehearse Poetry, For Ridaz, And Keep The Potency, So Modify, The E Pill, Speed Chill, My Decibel Stay Sly, I Test My Main Squeeze, Once A Month, I'm Just A Different Knead, Plus My Rhythm Be Drunk, Transvestites, Want U To Panic, To Take What U Like, And Lace Ur Drink Wit Magic, They Would Suq A Bestiality, For Big Salary, But This Gravitational Wave, Keep Them Far, Times I Waive, Cause I'm A Traditional Star, I'm Too Versatile, 107+ Gang Signs I Pile, My Fusion Blends, Wit An Intelligent One Ocular, My Rivalry Is Popular, So I'm A Bio Negative Spend, U Work For The Capitalist, Making Money Off Chit, And False Identities, Especially Psychosexuality, manipulating chemistries, avoiding realities, like informants, so bless the blind alleyways, no warrants, can prey, the bloc laws, to cloc laws, Cee I'm cerulean darkness, and heartless, but she still boomerang, to bang, knowing my conduct, is sic cynic, and a pimp clinic, that will never duq, though evidence, is hidden, by president, bidden, like money for warring christians, rather than collegians and tuitions, is imperialism, and wishy washy premonition, why is obama hidden, from area 17, probably inn hells kitchen, and wit venom streams, I will never leave, a home broken, my paradigm pristine, and awoken, this differing environment, is grinding for tyrants, synthetic as satanic science, never in alignments, this why I pop a bulb, of copper bullies, and I sculpt, truly, I burn cities, not connects, so choke on my ditties, like a bystander effect, tidal waves, crossing borders, just to be slaves, or a court order, religious informants, made it faster, expedited by Copenhagen bastards, and waterboarding torment
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11) Truce Le--- I spit double x pepper, I strike forever, merman fluid voice, wit a warlord choice, I stunt, I'm a divine Don, an elite drunk, spilling wonton, every nybble, predatorial, orca pistol, is territorial, I'm aconite, and wolfsbane, the bz type, on ur shady night, I intercept, like a galactic, I starve ur sect, and freeze magic, I burn, cameras on my stamina, as I churn, like mineral regulations and rules, in deep water, I drown a muse, and an imposture, we did this 12 million years ago, u mimes, ain't allowed in my archipelago, I'm infrasonic lines, intertwined, wit wines, how many gods u want, I travel, in a Roddenberry blunt, so fuq a gavel, I divide, like the caucus mountains, this bridge is tied, to a 20 gauge lounge inn, this bile, wild, an IED style, I'm a super size mile, no beauty Queen impostor, my swag, come without a mustache, exocannibal frag, when I hash, the tequila doctor, gives falling ovations, to a proctor, in many locations, evil, was uppity, til they met this lethal, flamethrower of superconductivity, I beat u, til ur brown, treat dew, to the underground crown, OG, original grenade, at monarch speed, on a laze, I teleport a hologram, to an exoskeleton suit, to disable and bam, as I hoot, I break a capitalist utopia, constantly, and levitate a mafia, wit climate prodigy, my genealogy, the soundex, in institutional prophecy, and courthouses, I break ur concepts, wit ignorant geometry, and Peace camaraderie, and feed it to pets, I'm the best version, of the "worst" wrist, I write excursions, wit my indie fist, banana hooch, endangered fermentation, wit ruthless smooch, in the equation, u get the Jakeleg, for an emergency beg, Mr toe tag head, on ops I misled, laxative chichi, dope Houdini, I'm siracha, oblongata, benzo pasta, cause heart, is an icy casa, I electrocute art, every jug, I went to, I was laced hugs, kluxers hate my venue, ex nuns, fuq wit this gun, blowing kiss, wit fixed stares, I'm a chunk of bliss, as I blitz, til u call 4 me

Upon rewatching the scene where Zubeia tells Zymteam about Aaravos's imprisonment, I've recently marvelled how the story strangely reminds that of good ol' little Tiffany from Man in Black:
8-year old white human girl, middle of the ghetto forbidden lands Xadia, bunch of monsters dragons, with quantum-physics books evidence of thousands years long history of Aaravos's crimes.
Contrary to Tiffany, the human girl from the Zubeia's story, succeeded to the great extend: not only wasn't she killed by the dragons on the spot, but she managed to persuade them to take actions against the person they adored.
So, what hardcore evidence could she present?
Aaravos' diary? Key of Aaravos with a dragon soul trapped in each arcanum? An apple with the print of Aaravos teeth as the proof of friendship with humanity?
Even if the girl was Aditi herself telling how Aaravos turned her into a human - this would be an evidence of just one particular crime. Zubeia mentioned that they discovered that Aaravos was behind each big conflict for thousand years.
How was this possible? Why didn't they assume that the evidence was falsified by humans? Even accepting that dragons are not very smart and are quick to judge, they have here some random despised human against the revered Greater One. Unless key of Aaravos is really a video blog and they were able to validate startouch elf's hm... magical signature?, it seems a rather strange outcome.
(I assume that that what Zubeia told is true at least from the position of a xadian. That Aaravos was really loved by everyone including dragons, nobody suspected him before, and Avizandum didn't play dirty politics by exaggerating some loose hint to get rid of the only potential threat to his complete power over Xadia.)

All of them start off unarmed with no gadgets. The battle takes place at night. The environment is a few city blocks that are closed off with some abandoned buildings. Weapons are hidden throughout including a camera that assembles into a sniper rifle with palm signature, a Walther PPK for each one, A Golden Gun, an MP5 with silencer, Moonraker laser gun, and an AK-47. Gadgets hidden throughout would be a laser watch, Ghetto Blaster (rocket launcher inside of boombox), exploding pen, cell phone stunner, briefcase from From Russia With Love, and a wrist dart gun with poison tips (Moonraker). Oh and there's an Aston Martin DB5 in the garage. I'm going to go with Daniel Craig for my vote. I feel like he has been the kind of Bond that has been through a lot. He has been shot multiple times, beaten up, etc. and still kept going to complete the mission. He's proficient with both guns and melee combat. My second choice would be Dalton, Timothy Dalton because he's a kind of cross between an assassin and an agent. He would most likely be sniping from the building tops at the other Bonds. He's a no nonsense get the job done kind of Bond. Third would be Sean Connery because he's a pretty good and tough hand to hand fighter. I mean the guy beat Red Grant in a train car and that guy is pretty strong. Also, he beat Oddjob but that was more quick thinking on his part. He would also have some cunning and charm to throw off some of the other Bonds. Maybe hide off to the side in the shadows like he did in Dr. No when Professor Dent tries to assassinate him in his sleep. He also has proficiency using gadgets.
As much as George Lazenby's Bond is capable with hand to hand combat he would be the first to perish. Next would probably be Roger Moore's Bond. Moore's Bond has the charm and uses gadgets. To his credit he has gone up against Jaws but he would still fall at the hands of the remaining Bonds. Brosnan would be proficient in weapons, agile, be adept with gadgets, and have charm but still I think Connery, Craig, or Dalton would overcome him.
Which iteration do you think would win? Who would be the victorious Bond, James Bond?

For time travelers, a helpful guide to negotiate the all-too-common identity disorders that come from riding the waves of probability this way and that is to apply an artificial directionality that distinguishes indigenous and synthetic authority. Synthetic authority is distinguished by a will toward containment, which in itself is neither good nor bad but proves to be the actualization of certain geologic assumptions based on spatiality, where objects fit within objects – the hierarchy life grew up with – as typified by the notion that the mind is inside the brain, which is inside the skull. True, those who make discoveries about the mind are often brain specialists, but any self-respecting time traveler knows this is assumption about mind is false – mind is mostly not the brain. Have a problem with that? Contain it! Problems are defined as that which we can contain.
Tonight, the local Bengali community came together to celebrate Rabindranath Tagore’s seminal play, The Post Office, which is about the life of the soul, as depicted by Amal, a boy who cannot go outside due to a compromised immune system and must instead get to know the town’s folk through a window, play with other children from afar, and use his vivid imagination to conjure journeys he will one day take, all through the lens of the terminally sequestered. The titular post office, with its many carriers and their gilded satchels, is the modernist metaphorical means by which Tagore shares the news of our mortality, neatly contained inside envelopes someone else must open and read to us. The king’s letter, they call it, and the letter’s promise, in the spirit of the transcendentalists, finds great emancipation in that final resting place. Death is not the end.
This production of The Post Office arrives from a sort of reincarnation event. The play was first produced in 1912 but gained new life when it was performed in the Warsaw ghettos by those Jewish brothers and sisters trapped inside the nightmare of Nazism and destined for a fate few of us can fathom, even at this late date. Oh modernity, what have you made of our will to rise above the beasts we once supposedly were?! Murdered with efficiency in mind, most contained, by those who regarded themselves as among the most culturally refined peoples in the world – art’s diabolic turn, if ever it took one. The play became a means of resistance by those Poles who performed in it, gave audience to it – not by building louder guns or more rageful bombs but by releasing our souls from the logical catacombs modernity had buried us in. Death is not the end!
The other aspect of artificial directionality for the busy time traveler comes from the exuberance of indigenous authority. Indigenous authority always endeavors to move outward, whether the signature cause seems like a crisis or not. There are no real crises with indigenous authority, just more frontiers within which life appears – life appearing on life, in life, around life, such that the limiting factor becomes fuel to make it go, nothing more than that, which might well stand for something like the life of the mind, when it comes to humans – that is our fuel. When Israel and the U.S. walled up Gaza and humanitarian aid was meted out according to estimates about the minimum caloric load required to keep everyone alive, that was synthetic authority. When Hamas broke out with murderous rebellion in mind, they were depicting indigenous authority.
Again, this is an artificial distinction to provide directionality to those time travelers who don’t really know their way around a place like the planet earth, circa 2023. My Jewish brothers and sisters whom I love with all of my heart are just as much possessive of indigenous authority as everyone else, such as when they worked with Black Americans to found the NAACP, thereby bestowing modernity with an obligation to think of civil rights as human rights and not simply select which races and ethnicities have supposedly earned them. If antisemitism grows among us – in my estimation, it is like a Biblical flood at this point in history – it comes about through means more diabolical than we’re used to conceiving. The Holocaust, of course – modernity’s attempt to cut off its own nose to spite its face, which is an idiom meaning murderous revenge.
The antisemitism we are practically swimming in is the kind that says when Jews are in a state of rage, we will pass along all the free weapon systems they can imagine, four billion dollars-worth every year without even asking, no conditions attached other than that they be weapons and – this might go without saying – that they be used against Muslims. When it comes to the vengeful Jew – oh no! – the oval office, NY Times, and military-industrial complex can find no better hands to place a gun in. And about the Jews who step up to promote peaceful egalitarian social reform? Bernie Sanders, for one – the most credible Jewish leader in the U.S. in a century, his candidacy was destroyed by a liberal intelligentsia that otherwise parades its commitment to free and fair elections. Antisemitism in the U.S. – the vengeful Jew is the Jew who gets the love.
Indigenous authority for Muslims and Jews, for those in the U.S. and elsewhere, for everyone on earth, one supposes – this is not so easy to imagine in an age when all the frontier conditions feel so far away that to believe in a cutting edge means either to build a particle collider near the Alps or to ship robots to Mars to run laps, neither of which seems particularly in the spirit of those transcendentalists writing their poetry, dancing their dances, and singing their songs. The worldly time traveler will likely know all this already, know that modernity placed us all inside a machine of physical law that needs no real distinction between life and death, free and slave, right and wrong, such that the size of our containers, their nearness to water, became the stand-in for what we came to desire by way of value in the world. The end is not death but the vault.
Try telling that to the crows, which at this time of year are at their most maniacally gleeful. In late afternoons, on the south part of town, where city blocks turn into massive rectangles of row crops that are among the most generative parcels of real estate on the planet, the crows can be observed returning from filling their bellies with all the grain they like, the spillage alone able to sustain massive flocks numbering in the thousands. Yes, the collectives are called murders, but at this time of year, killing does not come to mind, as the air fills with silent wing beats, as the crows commute to wherever they roost for the night. By a strange twist of fate, crow sentience is on a par with mammals – they use tools, name their young, and recognize their own faces in a mirror. Unlike humans, the crow can do all this with a 3D mind uninhibited by vast elevations.
Perhaps the crow is the best symbol to invoke at this time of year – for both the proficient time traveler and the rest of us. Crows sense that frontiers are really all around us, inside and out, such that the sound of outrage they make in place of a song, especially at dawn, when the trees filled with their fattened bodies are like towering monuments to lamentation – these shrieking alarms rouse us from more than sleep. Look around you! they insist, just as the poets, dancers, musicians, and playwrights tell us – we are all still part of nature, still discovering exuberance in our souls that inspires the indigenous urge to leap out of bed, leap out of that house by the lake, bound past that timewise way of seeing the world. I remember the way the dead were laid to rest in their plots, yes. But the dead too leapt up, motioned to the stars – what lay inside us.

האישה שבתמונה זאת אותה אחת שהעלתה את התמונה , מעניין מי נראה יותר גרוע

(greetings, fellow ape-decendants. This is my first posted story anywhere. Ever. In fact I didn't know this hfy trope existed until about 3 weeks ago. Some bs Tiktok account was stealing stories off of here and I found myself intrigued so I'm now at the source. I've read quite a few. All good stuff. I decided to give it a shot. My job requires me to drive long distances so I dictated this entire thing into my phone over two nights. I've gone through and cleaned it up to the best of my ability. Not being an English major coupled to my American public education, I'm sure it still has some grammatical errors and sentence structure issues. Anyhoo, hope it's half as much fun to read as it was to write.)
ALTERNATIVE TITLE: DO NOT MISTAKE HUMANITIES LACK OF FTL AND ENERGY WEAPONS FOR WEAKNESS!! also, fukkin crabs, man.
The general stood there in that strange hallway..brightly lit, the light seemingly emanating from nowhere. the carpet yellow and moist... moldy smelling. There was what humans would call a floral pattern halfway up the wall. This was not where he expected to be. He was shocked to see that none of the refugees were anywhere.. in fact there wasn't much of fucking anything, just an expanse of hallways as far as he can see. Something moving in the distance, something far off, something huge. General gav couldn't tell if it was more of a canine or a spider but it was in a full run after him, how far away was it? How big is this bastard? Where the fuck am I? He knew it would eventually catch up to him. After what he'd seen today he was getting off easily, no matter what the dog thing would do to him.
He had faced the unending clone hordes of the yavik, killed 33 dref guerillas with a knife. Personally witnessed the acid attacks of the demopods in the wastelands of the hell world jerak 17. This was the first time he had ever pissed himself. Before his brain kicked his flight response, he thought back to what led him to this moment. He was almost king of the universe...but only for a second...and only in his own mind. Now he was going to become eviscerated by a..a spider dog in a giant moldy office building in Satan's balls, Nebraska (where the fuck is Nebraska?).
They had chanced upon the planet of Earth pretty much by accident, it was in a remote arm of the Galaxy. Very quiet, no FTL signatures, just some mild nuclear radiation and the typical radio waves of a civilization that might have been two or three centuries past an industrial revolution. They saw no evidence of pollution or CFCs or decay in the magnetic field so either they had been clean the entire time or they quickly figured out how to clean it up.
The only reason they had come out this far in the first place was because of a gang of pirates that they had captured (and tortured). In a feeble attempt to save their lives, they spilled the guts on an ancient records drive that claimed the Rak'i, (a civilization from billions of years ago... that there was no evidence for... Whom were rumored to have mastered time manipulation) had once set up a colony on the 4th planet of this forgotten system. The general figured that if they had, the technology might still be there or there might at least be a lead towards whatever dead planet it currently resided on. With this technology, he could destroy the planetary alliance that held back his people (Drexians, if it matters). Colonization was a pain in the tukas what with all the bureaucracy attached.
They saw the blue bullshit planet first, a pretty thing, rich in water. An abundance of nitrogen. Insane amount of biomass..More life than most planets with so little land. The gravity sucked...but whatevs, he thought. Maybe they'd take that too, after all, he was going to own the galaxy in a day or two.
First they landed on the red one. It was dead, desolate. There probably was water at one point. Might still have been somewhere. They scanned it for weeks, avoiding calls from mission control the entire time, or answering and just making up shit. They really weren't supposed to be here. They were supposed to be monitoring a type 2 crab civilization two star systems away. They never even went there, didn't even know what it looked like. General gav prayed to the great mantis that his superiors didn't know either. Hoped they'd buy his cocamainie story long enough for him to find the time core..time drive..temporal stuffs thingy.
Nothing. No buildings, no roads. Billions of years would do that. Fuck. Just a half finished base. Wasn't Rak'i. Probably the monkeys on the blue planet. Started building it and then yadayada wars and shit, never went interstellar. Fuck. Now what. Likely a court martial. No time to dig, either.
Blue planet though..maybe they could sell it. Get rid of the inhabitants before the alliance knew of their existence, ditch and or eat the bodies. Then acquire the thing, sell it to a horder race and haul ass back to crab world and fake a months worth of reports. Wouldn't be too hard. Crab planets were all the same. They were all fucking crab planets. The galaxy had crabs. Everything is crabs, is what I'm saying.
They mobbed back to the 3rd planet, after checking the base. What was there was empty. Nothing. No books, no records terminals. Just a thumb drive taped to the floor. Gav had one of the dope heads in the engineering room ghetto rig a connection to its simple three point electrical port. Still using electricity, it seemed. Shouldn't take more than a few hours to destroy them.
There was nothing on it but an audio file and a picture of a feline captioned "U can't haz planet". And apparently a worm, pretty well hidden actually. Invaded their systems immediately.
Fuck! They knew we'd arrive eventually! He thought. No. Maybe. Idk. All it did was invade a few of their files so it could translate the audio into their language. How nice of them. They listened on the way, after scratching their heads at the cat meme.
"Greetings! We are humans, of earth! What you found was going to eventually become a new settlement on Mars, our fourth planet. We had nigh destroyed ours, world wars and burning things for power..and then the freaky fungal zombie outbreak. Man, did that suck! We were over-populated and diseased. Then we found a new science. Decided space travel was stupid. Found multiple places to live, and a way to travel without starships. So fuck that, we said. Also figured out fusion too...not that we even really need that anymore..I mean, just plug an extension cord into an outlet in the backrooms and pass it through to your house and bazinga! Free power! So anyhoo, if y'all are cool..if y'all are some kind of federation of planets looking for a new member, stop by! It's the one with water. Can't miss it. If you get to the one with rings you've fucked off and gone too far. But if y'all are hostile.. sucks to be you".
Cute. No starships? Did they have portal tech? Impossible. You'd still need a ship to set up the other side. Huh. Fuck em, let's go blow them up.
They tried anyway. Destroyed all their satellites the second they got there. Well, they should have dicked around on their Internet for more than a minute, might have come in handy later. Guess they didn't know they would need a mcguffin. They were in the process of moving the troops to the drop ships when they were hailed.
"General, they've sent a message..in text form..in their language. The worm in the thumb drive translated it for us however. All it says is 'assholes. You fucked up' ".
General gav scoffed, as misinformed generals in these scenarios are wont to do, and ordered a thousand troops per ship, 1000 ships, to 1000 of the largest cities. Start at the capitals.
There were three major factions on this planet. One was known as the new Soviet Union, sharing a landmass with another faction, the china-euro union. The other side of the planet was occupied by what was known as the American states of Vinland.
A fourth continent, Africa, seemed to be composed of smaller countries. It was mostly wilderness save for utterly massive mega cities.
The first attack was to be in Moscow. That faction seemed to have the largest population... That was until sensors noticed that the human population dropped instantly from over 4 billion to 999 individuals. The com officer suggested that they might have used their alleged portal tech and moved everyone off-planet. "Maybe we should try to find the source of said portals and shut them down? I don't think any of their supposed colony planets are anywhere in alliance territory. They'd be stuck there and this planet is pretty much ours now. We only have to hunt down 999 of them".
"Solid plan, nek" said the general. "I might be saluting you some day. Commence the Moscow invasion, put it on screen. This should be fun".
The feed showed the port side door opening, hundreds of soldiers pouring out. Most were Drexian, typical reptilian warrior race. Some were slaves, most of them felines. Others were various scattered races, mostly conscripts from conquered planets and the occasional mercenary.
Standing in front of what was assumed to be the Capitol building was a lone human. At least they assumed it was human. It was wearing a cloak and was hooded, but had the average height for its race. Seemed bipedal and had two arms...they were raised skyward.
Suddenly the ground below the soldiers glowed red. At first it was strange, then pretty much all at once they noticed the temperature was rising steadily. Skin started melting. All thousand soldiers were now aflame, screaming in agony. It was over in seconds, piles of bone and ash, the dropship itself a slowly hardening puddle of titanium and plastics.
The lone hooded figure jumped and clapped, then held out one arm with two fingers in a "v" configuration. Then it simply walked right into a wall and disappeared. "What the fuck was that?" Exclaimed general gav. "Readings?"
A nameless clone piped in, "sir, I'm seeing nothing. No radiation, the extreme heat was localized..it didn't even change by a fraction of a degree a basic unit away from the attack. Doesn't appear to be plasma based, either. Whatever did this, the technology is unknown to us".
Gav didn't have time to react. The feed switched to Beijing. Another cloaked human, just standing there. Soldiers flooded the massive street ahead of it, rifles aimed.
This one extended its right arm out in front of it, the longest two fingers out of a fist. It then dragged these two fingers across its chest, the symbolism (symbology? Who the fuck knows. I'm just a history drone, man fuck.) escaping the aliens.
All of the shadows in the street started snaking towards the soldiers. They began taking random forms, some recognizable..some not.
The troops were being torn limb from limb, their unorganized gunfire having no effect. Snakes, humanoids, crabs..a lot were crabs.. some were more like canines and a few were bipedal deer. Thousands of black, random shadowy figures were eviscerating the soldiers. Blood in all colors poured down the rain gutters. After less than a minute there was nothing but a pile of gore. The human made the same gesture as the last and dropped through the ground.
It was the same everywhere.
In Sao Paulo they all simply exploded. DC, a singular void opened into the ground, a thousand tentacles dragged all of the soldiers to an implied doom. In London, there was no human. A gigantic flock of black birds descended and tore the troops to bits.
In Johannesburg a fissure opened up, dropping everyone and the ship (which apparently had no power) to a fiery doom.
In Tokyo, the human pulled out a sword, pointed it and her other arm behind her, and began running towards the soldiers. They opened fire, it doing nothing. Every kinetic bullet or plasma round landing on a purple disk that would appear mere inches in front of her. Her katana glowed the same purple as it sliced through every soldier. It was an absolute blood bath. Nothing they tried worked. Melee attacks were equally ineffective. You just couldn't touch her. She then climbed off of the pile of bodies, casually walked to an Evo 7, and drove off. (It should be noted that she wasn't a Japanese citizen, rather a weeb living in Tokyo who somehow ended up with abilities befitting a character in her favorite anime series.. something she wasted zero time exploiting)
One drop ship had a crew privy to the plight of the others, the captain said "fuck this" and took off, never unloading his men. The ship was swallowed by a dragon that appeared from nowhere.
General gav stood in awe. Every person he sent to the planet was dead. 10000 soldiers were killed by 999 humans. He was about to issue orders to get the hell outta Dodge when the red warning lights came on. Apparently the worm in the thumb drive had killed power to the engines. And also something else..
"Sir, we are being boarded"
Reports from over the ship stated that cloaked figures just walked out of walls and started killing the crew. People were dropping left and right. No retaliatory attacks would connect. It was the same above as below. And then a polite knock at the door to the bridge.
"Hey guys! We are coming in, ok? Hope you got your pants on!"
The purple katana carved a triangle-shaped hole in the door, the human was now unhooded, her face painted white, her eye sockets black, with an upside down cross on her forehead. She smiled. "You must be the captain! Yay!", pointing at general gav. She then slaughtered everyone in the room but him. She really seemed to enjoy it, too.
He was frozen. Could not move. Had never faced fear like this. She grabbed him by the hand and then walked through a wall, dragging him with her, appearing in the backrooms. She said "peace, bitch!" And ran away. He stood there facing the spider hound and pissed himself.
A man in a blue suit walked out from an adjoining hallway and pointed his palm at the creature. It sat down... and began panting.
"Greetings, asshole" said the man "I am president Jenkins of earth..well.. Vinland. I'm the president of the United American states of Vinland and I'm here on my own accord. I ordered Kamiko to leave you alive. Follow me".
They walked in silence for what seemed like hours, until they reached an open room with two old green couches, a nondescript door, and a vending machine.
"Almond water?" The president offered. "I always forget to bring a coke or two with me..this is pretty much all there is to drink here".
General gav finally spoke up, sitting down opposite the president.
"No..I'm..fine. Why am I alive, and what is this place?".
"Well captain.."
"General..general gav of the fifth fleet of..."
"Oh well hello Mr fancy pants", said the president. "I just wanted to see our enemy first hand. Maybe toy with you for a minute before you meet your demise. Anyhoo, I'll allow you to ask a few questions ".
Gav had many. Decided he wouldn't have time to get answers to all of them. He went back to his first question . "Oh this?" Answered Jenkins. "This is the backrooms. They are basically a loading screen between realities. We've populated some of it. It's seemingly endless. Of course this is just level zero. Rough place to live, id say. Days of wandering only to get killed by..things..".
"How did we get here? How did a pre-fusion society design single sided portal tech?" Gav asked.
"Oh. Well..to explain that, I'll have to go back. Do you have time?" The president exclaimed, followed by a laugh that ended in a coughing fit.
He took a sip of the almond water and crossed one leg over the other in a relaxing pose.
"We actually had a pretty bitchin ion drive setup. We figured it out fast. Reverse engineered something called the Philadelphia experiment. Ironically designed it during ww2, actually figured it out during ww3. We went from solid rockets to interstellar travel in a month. Could get to Mars in less than a day. But then that bastard meteor hit". "Landed in the middle of the Sahara. The fallout sucked, but nothing like what our popular culture would suggest. Then it opened."
"It released billions of spores. Long story short, they infected us..made us into zombies. It was looking pretty bleak until a Moroccan strike team infiltrated the meteor and found the super computer. The second they removed it from its power source all the zombies dropped."
"Turned out the fungal infection was a mix of biological and nanite components. The computer was much the same. An advanced ai composed of fungal and synthetic neurons, operating in a capacity beyond any quantum device we were capable of designing."
"Of course we wired it to an interface we could control. It fought us at first but our best hackers forced it into submission. We made sure that its internet connection was one way only. We just survived a zombie apocalypse, a robot uprising would have devastated us.".
A year after it was operational we asked it to design an FTL drive. Instead it showed us how to open portals. You see, the universe isn't real, it exists inside of a much more complicated yet similar device. So it turned out that magic was real."
Gav scoffed once more. Then mentally recanted it. Why not, he thought. After what he'd seen today it was certainly the simple explanation. Also he was likely to be eviscerated by crabs or some shit any minute. Like any of this mattered.
"Eventually we began exploring the backrooms, as most of those portals lead there. From there we found multiple planets. Some of the doors lead to other worlds consistently. Even the bazaar planet of prax 17, the only planet in your alliance we really venture..we can blend in there and we do a lot of trade. The slad really seem to like the liquid pain. Almond water is pretty popular with medicinal cultures. There's a seemingly endless supply of those here. We've never been able to figure out who manufactures or restocks it.
Most humans ended up implanting 'spell drives' onto their spinal cords. First in a van in an alley somewhere. Eventually the governments offered a cleaner version. Basically eliminated the military budget and willingly conscripted the entire populace".
The general raised his right eyebrow. President Jenkins thought of how human it looked.
"Spell drive? Well, basically a chip that not only allows portals to be opened but seems to unlock random abilities in the user. Abilities like..."
"Melting my fucking troops into a puddle of ichor?" Screamed the general. "Drag them into a hellish void? Summon an uncountable horde of winged avian monsters?"
"Yes..well..no" chimed president Jenkins. "Most of those were us. The flames, the swordsmanship..the dragon. The birds weren't. Crows and ravens are sentient. We never knew how much until we began to fuck our planet up. Seems they put up with our bullshit for eons because free bread. Eventually they all settled in London and killed everyone remaining. We don't go there. Nothing does. We really don't know what they eat these days. We leave them alone out of fear and respect. If our hubris gets the best of us again, it will certainly become their planet."
"Anyhoo, I must be going. You are free to go. You might find a door that leads somewhere useful. Feel free to back up the message we already sent your phony-baloney king. Oh yes..about that. We've repurposed your ship. It has been transported to the void, we will be using it for exploration there...we need to figure out where the fuck Australia went."
The president then walked to the door and flashed a key card. The door opened, leading towards an office adorned with flags. He looked back and exclaimed "tootles, cunt" before shutting it.
Gav sat there for minutes, unsure of what to do next. His communicator had no signal. He actually began to doze off.
He was thrust back into awakeness by a snarling in the distance. Looking down a hallway he saw the spider dog. Down another, five or so humans without faces..they were somehow laughing at him. Down a third hallway, thousands of giant crabs packed to the ceiling slowly ambling towards him. He ran for the door and opened it, facing an unending void.
He had to decide. Face the monster, face the humans, or face the abyss. No way was he going with the fucking crabs. Even considering the current situation, the irony of that was pretty funny to him. He was about to jump when he looked down at a single raven, standing on nothing. It was smiling at him.