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THE GROUNDWORK!
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SCENE: The Night is cool but not enough to put something warmer on as Jay Wilson stands on the top of the hotel building balcony. As he stands still looking out atop the wrestling world he nods his head.

The scenes open up to Xtra as Jay Wilson and Clay Charisma III make the announcement that they want a chance at Tag Team Gold, then the scenes show footage of previous matches. But. it don't mean nothing. It's about moving forward. Getting past it all. But like so many brilliant people, Jay has struggled to hold his inner demons at bay. Just when life seemed to be better than he ever could've dreamed for himself everything came crashing down. An addiction; an anger management problem; and two hands wrapped firmly around his neck it felt. But with some help from his family and friends. With some motivation and some wisdom of speech, Jay Willson overcame the odds. He stood up to his demons. Now, he is atop of the world. Where he belongs.

Here we go..

The hunt is on...

It continues on Xtra..

and it ENDS with RICO SMITH!

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I disappeared from the spotlight, from the sport I loved since day one, and from my good friends and proud family. But all of that, all of the pain and agony I was dealing with went away this past week. I put a lot of effort into returning and it paid off. I got the match I wanted. I got Ken C. Davidson The third. The match, it didn't go to plan but it worked. Everything is slowly falling into place.

First, we made our intentions known. We want a shot at Jim Simmons and KCIII. And also, we made a warm welcome appearance for Myke Adams. All in good terms. But last week. A new plan was in place. My good ol' friend and Tag Team Partner shocked the world and won the Battle Royal to determine the Internet Champion Contender. I am proud of this young man. He put his heart on the line and it paid off. Together, we're a well oiled machine. We're going to get moving and get what we deserve. We're going to own half the Championship Belts.

After having took some time off to get myself back into balance of the world known as Professional Wrestling, I feel great. This is where I belong. That ring is where I love to be and to get there, I had trained in since the high school years. It's all paying off. Slow, but steady.

Everything I worked for, everything I prayed for. I see this as a second coming. A new chance. I went out there and prove it. Some claim I am different. It's not true. I found that inner side, the side I need to get through these days. It takes a lot to go through the growing pains and before, I didn't have it. Sorry to admit it but it's true. This sport takes a lot of heart and dedication and now that I have found it. It's a whole new ball game.

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LUCKY OR NOT - SAINTS NO MORE
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This time of the night, Atlantic City, NJ is wonderful. The skies are clear, the air if brisk.. The smell of the ocean.. Some people can't handle it. But me, it's like home.

Standing atop of the world looking out into the ocean. It's a relief. No one noise, it's peace. The right amount of peace to get my head into the game. When these superstars sign to Boardwalk Wrestling, they seem to let the atmosphere get to them. They go down into the casinos and gamble all of their money. They think their odds are good.

Hell, if I beat a man like KCIII or Jim Simmons.. Some of the elite talent on the active roster, I would be $500,000 on Black to.

But, enough of luck. The situation was ideal for me now. Unlike before, I fought nobodies; I fought in front of - maybe - 900 people; and when all was said and done I would collect my share of the money and return to the modest - and more importantly quiet - corner in the heart of casino and lose. That led me to a bigger loss because I lost in the ring. I barely gained victories. I may be the brightest star but I wasn't the smartest.

Boardwalk Wrestling is bigger and better now. Matt Cage isn't around, Dave Van Dam isn't around. Some of the men I hate, they don't even wrestle anymore. But when I saw Ken Sr and Myke Adams come aboard and take everything and flip it upside down. I had to make them feel welcomed.

These fool's think I will stand by and let them come in for a pay day and leave without a scratch? So wrong, dead wrong. That's like the self proclaimed "Real Deal" Gary Mac coming in and demanding.. a contract of his terms. It's not going to happen. Not while I am here.

They want to come in and take the spotlight from us? After they had chances to go elsewhere? Several times over the years, these two had been scouted by officials from other promotions. They had been offered fights with bigger and better promotions, against bigger and better opponents, and with bigger and better paychecks. But without fail, these two would decline the opportunity - if he returned the phone call at all. They would be somewhere else. But no, they are in Boardwalk. They are in my house. The house I helped build from the inside out. I won't let them come in and take that away. Saints NO MORE!

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The Hunt Is On!
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The war has begun. The battlelines have been drawn. It's time to pick sides and I went out and picked my side. Some may say it's a shock, however, I say.. it's about Money, Power and Respect. As you seen on Hype, I went there is a master plan. I went their to make sure the point was made. Out of respect, out of my kind heart. I went to welcome Myke Adams to Boardwalk. I mean, we're friends of course. We go back a long time. SCCW, IWX, Alpha and the recent playground known as Revival.

Myke, All I set out to do is welcome you. Think about it, Myke. No matter what gimmick, mask or no mask.. as I said before, we're good friends. I had your back for many years and you had mine. We traveled some dark roads brother. We picked the brains of the best of the best. I was there from day one after we met. But, it was about respect. I respected your brother when he took the leap of faith and opened his Wrestling Promotion. I was there signing the contract to help him out for you. When people that you considered your "Best Friends" turned their back on you. I had yours. Myke, My welcome to you may not may sense, but it makes perfect sense.

When you decided to come to Boardwalk Wrestling, You never gave me a call. You never gave me a heads up. Mac Bane and Ken Davison knew. However, I didn't. Where was the respect? Where was the honor? Where was the friendship?

I Thought so.

I guess, you forgot. Well, all that respect I had for you, It's gone out the window. I have new friends. New respect for someone who "No Matter What" called me when I was in the deepest hole. So, let's be honest now. Let's me express my feelings for you, Myke. All the theatrics and stupid ‘The Suicidal Superman’ bullshit is lame as hell. Why can't you just let your high level talent speak for itself? Does it always have to be some over-the-top idiotic bullshit before every single one of your matches? Fuck dude...it’s exhausting just thinking about your stupid shit. It's old and out of style. Today's wrestling, it's not the way you think. Everything has changed, Myke. And, Friday Night Hype, I will begin to show you that.

You brought together, "The Suicidal Saints" The We get it, Myke, you run with a tough group. Your attack on me last week, That pussy shit doesn't bother me. I can guarantee that none of the bitches in your group are on the same level as me. They don't have what it takes to do what need's to be done. What actions are needed. That attack, it proves it. Proves, you guys will never ever.. be as good as "The New Systematic" and "The Future".

We're on two different sides now. However, you aligned with KC3 and Jim Simmons. But, let's compare. Jim Simmons? Come on…he’s shown to be average at best since arriving in this company around the same time as myself. And that’s the guy you you want to consider a friend?

Whether you want to admit it or not, everyone knows that Jim and KC3 run control you. They brought you in because, deep down. Their talent isn't good enough for the likes of.. myself and my new found friends. Myke, from day one. From the moment you stepped foot through those arena doors here to Boardwalk Wrestling.

Your head is so far up his fucking ass that I can’t even believe you've managed to put together a singles career in any company. You see Myke, the only reason anyone knows who you are is because of the work you've done with SCCW and the Alpha.

And the only reason that is, your brother made you. He gave you the spotlight. He gave you championships. He gave you the life and you have done nothing to prove otherwise. Like you, we left the business because of injury. Now that we're back, all that high risk dare-devil shit.. it's not going to cut it. That my friend, I promise.

Myke.. Mr. Superman, the highlight reel.. Do you honestly think in the big head of yours.. that you can take on the best guy in Boardwalk Wrestling alone? Without your boyband looking friends? If so, I applaud you. It's a mistake that will cost you more then you will ever know. I will see you on Hype.. I will beat you on Hype.. Adams, cross me again, next time it will be you left in a pool of blood.