(King Corbin)

Here ye. Here ye. The King has arrived. And my first degree in this new land is that all of you will refer to me as King Corbin. Dare you say Baron, and I'll make a mockery out of you. Now....it has come to my attention that on Wednesday night, I make my most anticipated debut against someone by the name of.....

Is that even right? Dominik Di....Dijakovic? Must be from Croatia or Russia. Anyway, Dominik, you should be privileged to have your match against me. Not many people can say that they had the opportunity to face royalty such as myself. In fact, you should be humble that Big Sugar gave you this chance. This match will be your biggest match in your entire wrestling career. But it's too bad that it all ends at my success.

You see Dominik.....you may be tall. You may be strong. And hell, you may have the body of a healthy athlete. But your dealing with royalty. Not some low class baboon picked up from the indies. Your dealing with the King. And as my first order, you will submit to my greatness. So don't fight it. And bow down to your King, Dominik. Cause after I'm done with you.....the words that are going to come out of your mouth is......

ALL HAIL KING CORBIN THE GREAT. ALL HAIL KING CORBIN THE GREAT.

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(Eddie Edwards, holding kendo stick)

Have you met my friend, Jake?

It would be very rude of me not to introduce the two of you. Jake, this is my friend, Kenny.

(pushes kendo stick out toward the camera, clarifying that he's talking about Kenny the Kendo Stick)

Kenny's been by my side for a while now, even if he hasn't been heavily featured on TV in a hot minute. We share a bond that can't be severed.

It's kind of like the bond that you share with Chris Jericho, except that I don't have to carry Kenny's bags for him.

After all, that's what they use you for over in AEW isn't it? Whatever reason you're there, it's sure not to have very many matches. Speaking of which, the last time you were in the ring one-on-one, you were getting beat at Fyter Fest by a friend of mine - Cody.

As big of a deal as you might be in the Mixed Martial Arts minor leagues, with the undefeated record you have against bums that have never even had a televised fight, you're back in a pro wrestling ring now. As much as they like to pretend otherwise, you and I both know that in this ring we take harder hits, we take nastier cuts and bruises and there is no safety net. There's no cage to keep us from falling out of the ring on our heads. There's no breaks at the end of a round. There's just nonstop hard hitting from the time the bell rings until the time the bell rings again.

You know what they've started calling me, Jake? They call me Mr. Anything Can Happen. That's because you never know which way I'm going to beat you, but you know it's going to happen, even if some or maybe even most see me as the underdog in any given fight. On any given night, in any given arena, I can beat anybody they put in front of me.

That's included some of the biggest and the best. Bobby Lashley. Moose. Kevin Steen... errr Owens. Colt Cabana. I could go on, but it's a pretty long list.

I've won the Triple Crown in both Ring of Honor and Impact Wrestling and I've totaled not one, not two, but three World Heavyweight Championships.

And unlike the World Heavyweight Title you won in WWE, neither company regretted giving me the opportunity to be champion. Neither company has ever demoted me to WWECW or the like because it wasn't working out on the A show or even the B show.

My employers put me in the ring every single week. Why? Because I can take it. I can live that schedule. And I can do it while continuing to win. You, obviously can't, or that's what you'd be doing too.

I guess you could say that you've simply lost your "Thwagger." That's too bad.

(Walks off chuckling to himself as the camera fades to black).

In a dimly lit Motel Room Heath Slater walks in through the door he is wearing a face mask Heath places his travel bag on the bed and looks down at his waist where the TV Championship sits. Heath takes of his face mask and then goes to the sink to wash his hands he humms 1 man band as he washes, Heath then dries his hands then he slicks his hair back as he looks in the mirror and then takes out his phone and starts recording

Heath "I Told you not to underestimate me Chris.. I said i was not to be taken lightly and here i am standing here gold around my waist"

Heath places the phone in its stand and then starts shaking his hips

Heath "This week... This week i tussle with Fallah Bahh and i will go into this match like i do every match and not underestimate my opponent but he better not look at my name and think that im a pushover.. I AIN'T NO PUSHOVER BAYBAY"

Suddenly there is a knock on the door

Heath "Who could that be at this time!"

Heath opens the door and Titus O'Neil is standing in just his trunks and is flexing.. Heath gives him a surprised look

Titus "Slater Gator Baby!!"

Heath "Titus Ive told you this countless times.. No.. And stop Following me you dont even have a match"

Titus looks at heath with a forlorn look upon his face as Heath shuts the door on him.. The Quiet moment is interupted with Titus shouting WORLDWIDE And then a womans scream

Heath "... Now where was i... Looks to me that Fallah is more interested in where his next piece of chicken is coming from than winning our match. I have beaten two former world champions in the last few weeks and its not going to stop here no sir ee.. Im on the way to the top and nobody is gunna stop me"

Heath slater then picks up his phone and stops the recording as we fade to black

(Eddie Edwards)

Am I a sinner?

Hmmm. Guilty as charged.

In case all the green I wear wasn't obvious enough, I'm Boston Irish. Drinking, sleeping around and bar fights are pretty much a daily occurrence. Being a sinner is just a fact of life.

The thing is though, I don't need to sell my soul to a tiny British man and devote my life to servicing his needs in some backwoods compound in order to be forgiven. The church is a time-honored tradition and I walk in for an hour once a week and go to confession and all is forgiven.

Fornication, ownanism, being covetous, jealous and petty, knocking out some loudmouth in a bar, screwing the slut down the street in the back of a taxi - one trip to visit the house of the man upstairs and all is forgiven. Then we go back to our normal houses and having full autonomy in our lives - something you don't get over at Martyland.

Heavy Machinery had a very good point they made last week about all of you Eden's Gate crowd. Things seem to be working out great for Marty, but how well is this situation paying off for the rest of you?

How many of the rest of you left Four for Gold with the title belts old Party Marty sent you out to collect? How many of you that had qualifying matches to even get those title shots even made it through?

In short, what has Marty done for you other than pull you out of your daily life out to his compound? What good has he done for YOUR careers?

Not a damn thing as far as I can tell. But if you want to keep on after it, go ahead. It's no skin off my back. But Jake, since you're in my way, Kenny says it may be a little skin off of your back.

(Waves Kenny the Kendo Stick in front of the camera).

He says he's looking forward to it.

(Fade)

~Pope is at the altar in his church it is another bright and sunny day at the compound as he is give a sermon the other followers as they read along Allie sits front row while Marko Stun and Jungle Boy sit next to each other shoving each other back and forth~

Pope and followers:

In Father Alone my hope is found,
He is my light, my hope, my song,

Pope: PRAISE FATHER!

Follower: PRAISE FATHER!

Pope: OH LORD, TODAY IS ANOTHER GREAT DAY FOR EDEN'S GATE! The Father has found another lost soul that he has been so gracious to save! This man is one bad mother trucker ladies and gentlemen. He has beaten his foes into oblivion in the past and now.... in the name of the father HE WILL CAST JUDGEMENT ON EVERY SINGLE SINNER WHO DARES TO KNOCK ON THE GATES OF EDEN WHILE WE SIT INSIDE ENJOYING THE FRUITS OF OUR LABOR! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN I GIVE TO YOU THE LEGEND OF JAKE HAGAR!

~Jake Hagar walks into the church and to the front as people get up and clap women faint and people try touching him and getting as close as possible. As if on a and carrying Marty Scurll's book mission he continues towards the altar stopping just next to Pope he turns to the crowd and stares off into the distance~

Pope: I will now read from the Book of the Father.....

~Jake Hagar passes the book to Pope as Marty steps in~

Scurll: Mind if I take a read......

Pope: OH YES! Father of course!

~Pope lets Marty stand at the altar and Marty opens the book~

Scurll: There once was a man so powerful, that no man in the land could stop him. Many tried to test the sheer strength of said man, but it was of no use. No matter how many men stepped in front of this brute force of nature he would not budge. He stood like a rock without fear in his eyes. The villagers then became afraid of this man. If they couldn't stop him by hand then what damage could he produce when he was angry. So they decided to grab their weapons and make sure the man never drew another breath. But they failed to realize that even weapons couldn't stop him, and they all succumbe to his power.... and that mans name was :"The Legend of Jake Hagar"

~He closes the book~

Scurll: Eddie Edwards, you do not understand just like the rest of the peons in the HWL locker room. Yes we have not been lucky in the winning department thus far. But we do have the most important gold in the entire world. We have the HWL World Heavyweight Championship. The Legend of Jake Hagar is going to help us boost moral within Eden's Gate. We will get on the winning side of things and we will take every championship in the HWL. 

~A storm quickly rolls through as thunder is cracking~

Scurll: AFTER THE LEGEND OF JAKE HAGAR BREAKS YOUR SKULL.......

~The camera cuts as Marty stands next to Jake Hagar~