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Electric Dog Collar match for the EAW World Heavyweight Championship Jamie O'Hara (c) vs. Chris Elite
Electric Deathmatch to determine the #1 contender to the EAW World Heavyweight Championship Keelan Cetinich vs. Lars Grier
Blackout match for the EAW New Breed Championship Finnegan Wakefield (c) vs. Jon McAdams
Triple Threat High Voltage match for the EAW Interwire Championship Amadeus (c) vs. Moongoose McQueen vs. Carlos Rosso
8 Man Electric Gauntlet match to determine the #1 contender to the EAW New Breed Championship Harvey Yorke vs. Nathan Fiora vs. Azrael vs. Ryan Wilson vs. Cody Marshall vs. El Ironico vs. Axl Willow vs. Shaker Jones
Electric Dog Collar match for the EAW World Heavyweight Championship Jamie O'Hara (c) vs. Chris Elite (Please stop the aussie on aussie violence.)
Electric Deathmatch to determine the #1 contender to the EAW World Heavyweight Championship Keelan Cetinich vs. Lars Grier
Blackout match for the EAW New Breed Championship Finnegan Wakefield (c) vs. Jon McAdams
Triple Threat High Voltage match for the EAW Interwire Championship Amadeus (c) vs. Moongoose McQueen vs. Carlos Rosso (Either of those 2, because I'm bias trash)
8 Man Electric Gauntlet match to determine the #1 contender to the EAW New Breed Championship Harvey Yorke vs. Nathan Fiora vs. Azrael vs. Ryan Wilson vs. Cody Marshall vs. El Ironico vs. Axl Willow vs. Shaker Jones
Electric Dog Collar match for the EAW World Heavyweight Championship Jamie O'Hara (c) vs. Chris Elite (Please stop the aussie on aussie violence.)
Electric Deathmatch to determine the #1 contender to the EAW World Heavyweight Championship Keelan Cetinich vs. Lars Grier
Blackout match for the EAW New Breed Championship Finnegan Wakefield (c) vs. Jon McAdams
Triple Threat High Voltage match for the EAW Interwire Championship Amadeus (c) vs. Moongoose McQueen vs. Carlos Rosso (Either of those 2, because I'm bias trash)
8 Man Electric Gauntlet match to determine the #1 contender to the EAW New Breed Championship Harvey Yorke vs. Nathan Fiora vs. Azrael vs. Ryan Wilson vs. Cody Marshall vs. El Ironico vs. Axl Willow vs. Shaker Jones
Electric Dog Collar match for the EAW World Heavyweight Championship Jamie O'Hara (c) vs. Chris Elite (Please stop the aussie on aussie violence.)
Electric Deathmatch to determine the #1 contender to the EAW World Heavyweight Championship Keelan Cetinich vs. Lars Grier
Blackout match for the EAW New Breed Championship Finnegan Wakefield (c) vs. Jon McAdams
Triple Threat High Voltage match for the EAW Interwire Championship Amadeus (c) vs. Moongoose McQueen vs. Carlos Rosso (Either of those 2, because I'm bias trash)
8 Man Electric Gauntlet match to determine the #1 contender to the EAW New Breed Championship Harvey Yorke vs. Nathan Fiora vs. Azrael vs. Ryan Wilson vs. Cody Marshall vs. El Ironico vs. Axl Willow vs. Shaker Jones
Electric Dog Collar match for the EAW World Heavyweight Championship Jamie O'Hara (c) vs. Chris Elite (Please stop the aussie on aussie violence.)
Electric Deathmatch to determine the #1 contender to the EAW World Heavyweight Championship Keelan Cetinich vs. Lars Grier
Blackout match for the EAW New Breed Championship Finnegan Wakefield (c) vs. Jon McAdams
Triple Threat High Voltage match for the EAW Interwire Championship Amadeus (c) vs. Moongoose McQueen vs. Carlos Rosso (Either of those 2, because I'm bias trash)
8 Man Electric Gauntlet match to determine the #1 contender to the EAW New Breed Championship Harvey Yorke vs. Nathan Fiora vs. Azrael vs. Ryan Wilson vs. Cody Marshall vs. El Ironico vs. Axl Willow vs. Shaker Jones
Electric Dog Collar match for the EAW World Heavyweight Championship Jamie O'Hara (c) vs. Chris Elite
Electric Deathmatch to determine the #1 contender to the EAW World Heavyweight Championship Keelan Cetinich vs. Lars Grier (And miss out on Aussie vs Aussie violence? nah)
Blackout match for the EAW New Breed Championship Finnegan Wakefield (c)vs. Jon McAdams (wouldn't be surprised if Jon pulled an upset though)
Triple Threat High Voltage match for the EAW Interwire Championship Amadeus (c) vs. Moongoose McQueen vs. Carlos Rosso (Because I'm Bias trash)
8 Man Electric Gauntlet match to determine the #1 contender to the EAW New Breed Championship Harvey Yorke vs. Nathan Fiora vs. Azrael vs. Ryan Wilson vs. Cody Marshall vs. El Ironico vs. Axl Willow vs. Shaker Jones
Electric Dog Collar match for the EAW World Heavyweight Championship Jamie O'Hara (c) vs. Chris Elite Until Jamie actually loses a match, I ain't gonna bet against him.
Electric Deathmatch to determine the #1 contender to the EAW World Heavyweight Championship Keelan Cetinich vs. Lars Grier Both these guys have been working hard and deserve it. I flipped a coin.
Blackout match for the EAW New Breed Championship Finnegan Wakefield (c) vs. Jon McAdams Close contest, but I feel like Finn's got a longer run in him.
Triple Threat High Voltage match for the EAW Interwire Championship Amadeus (c) vs. Moongoose McQueen vs. Carlos Rosso Good luck, guys!
8 Man Electric Gauntlet match to determine the #1 contender to the EAW New Breed Championship Harvey Yorke vs. Nathan Fiora vs. Azrael vs. Ryan Wilson vs. Cody Marshall vs. El Ironico vs. Axl Willow vs. Shaker Jones I think there's a few guys here that could step up and take the win, but I'm going to pick Harvey.
Electric Dog Collar match for the EAW World Heavyweight Championship Jamie O'Hara (c) vs. Chris Elite
Electric Deathmatch to determine the #1 contender to the EAW World Heavyweight Championship Keelan Cetinich vs. Lars Grier Blackout match for the EAW New Breed Championship Finnegan Wakefield (c) vs. Jon McAdams
Triple Threat High Voltage match for the EAW Interwire Championship Amadeus (c) vs. Moongoose McQueen vs. Carlos Rosso
8 Man Electric Gauntlet match to determine the #1 contender to the EAW New Breed Championship Harvey Yorke vs. Nathan Fiora vs. Azrael vs. Ryan Wilson vs. Cody Marshall vs. El Ironico vs. Axl Willow vs. Shaker Jones (I couldn't pick between those two, omg)
Electric Dog Collar match for the EAW World Heavyweight Championship Jamie O'Hara (c) vs. Chris Elite
Electric Deathmatch to determine the #1 contender to the EAW World Heavyweight Championship Keelan Cetinich vs. Lars Grier
Blackout match for the EAW New Breed Championship Finnegan Wakefield (c) vs. Jon McAdams (Best of luck!)
Triple Threat High Voltage match for the EAW Interwire Championship Amadeus (c) vs. Moongoose McQueen vs. Carlos Rosso
8 Man Electric Gauntlet match to determine the #1 contender to the EAW New Breed Championship Harvey Yorke vs. Nathan Fiora vs. Azrael vs. Ryan Wilson vs. Cody Marshall vs. El Ironico vs. Axl Willow vs. Shaker Jones
It’s so easy to come into this business with the preconceived notion that you are untouchable. That you are the greatest, the best thing to have ever graced the squared-circle, despite what others around you whisper into your ear. You rebel in the beginning, telling others around you to fuck off while you start to reach for higher and higher heights. Each opponent, each face that passes by you are nothing more than stepping stones to your one, singular moment. “Don’t believe their lies.” You tell yourself. Everything that they say are nothing more than whispers in the wind, soon to be forgotten and lost as time goes by. Everything that has happened up to this point has been building up to your moment in the sun, your moment in the shower of glory and greatness. Everyone - and I do mean, EVERYONE - comes in here believing in this. The fledglings of NEO run amok the brand, screaming from the top of their lungs that they are the future of this company, that their names will become legend. Even some on this roster still base their entire arguments and beliefs around this hope that their what they say is actually backed up by sufficiency and substance. And so, so many of them are doomed to meet their demise. I’m not going to sugarcoat or lie either - I too was one of these individuals. Without even stepping a single foot into this company, I had my goal set in what I perceived to be in stone; destroy all, win all. I thought it would have all came to me so simple, everyone around me would crumble and fall to their knees at the sight of me. For months, I believed this. I believed in it all, even after losing to a Philosopher. Even after losing to The Rex Master. Even after nothing more than loss on loss on loss, over and over again like some fucking tape recorder - the belief was still there. The belief that I could charge towards my obstacles head on, and expect be the one to come out on top. Naivety, foolishness, and a pure, unadulterated hatred for credibility and common sense. That’s who I was for those first few months in this company, nothing different from the rest of the pack. But alas….I should look at this differently. For the times I scoff at the Manifestation of Destruction, loathing and absolutely disregarding how it made me out to be, at the same time there’s a sense of gratitude to be had. A small one, but still a sense of gratitude, for being what opened my eyes. For being the one that showed me the true reality of this cutthroat business, and how I would not be able to make it past the barracks of this hellish battleground. So, for once - I’ll be grateful towards the Manifestation of Destruction. Thank you for showing me the way. Thank you for being the failure to watch out for, the one who showed me what mistakes to never let happen ever again. Without your help, I couldn’t have made it here. That’s the funny thing with failures - the things that when we look back to, we shy away and scoff at it. We turn our heads and cringe at the very sight of seeing an old version of ourselves act like a complete fool. Yet at the same time, there is that necessity to look towards it, and learn from those mistakes. Look at what you did wrong, and see how you can turn it around to become a better version of yourself. With The Raven, I try to tell myself that everyday, to look at myself in the mirror and to not see a failure, but instead someone who can improve. Someone who can EVOLVE. Everyday, I try and tell myself that. Everyday, I tell myself that these failures shouldn’t affect me, that they shouldn’t be affecting the way I think or what I’m going to do. And yet...here I stand. An ice pack in my hand, pressed against my forehead; my body covered in bruises, cuts, and blood, tape wrapped, and most crashing of all - no championship in sight. Oh, but I should feel content, right? I should feel happy with my position, I should feel a sense of completeness and fulfillment because I’m what? “Up there with the big leagues?” I’m a main-eventer now, right? I should be happy, they tell me. I shouldn’t be moping around and keeping my head down, I should be smiling and looking towards the future, they all say, and to each and every one of you who told me that? Go to hell. All of you. Fuck you for trying to comfort me, fuck you for trying to make me feel better about being piledrived through steel and being the second one eliminated in that entire match. Fuck you for trying to console me for the fact that I didn’t walk out of Road to Redemption as the World Champion. Fuck you all, because this...this was set in stone. What happened, happened, and no matter what I do, I can’t change any of it. But what I can change is my future. My destiny. My kingdom. I’ll take this loss on the chin, and walk away from it with a lesson and a goal in mind: To go through it again. To walk through those gates, set everyone who tries to stop me ablaze, and face the king at the end of the road. I don’t care whether or not somebody defeats me on some random Voltage, or if anyone tries to disparage me and push me away as if I wasn’t someone credible. I don’t care for whether or not any of you doubt me.
I don’t care.
I’d go through it all over again, just to taste that glory, that gold once more.
And if I have to electrocute a man until he can no longer move his physical body off the floor, then so be it, because that is EXACTLY what I am prepared to do in order to stand against the man once more. Call me desperate. Call me psychotic, call me a fool searching for paradise - I’d like to describe myself as misunderstood, and mistreated. That’s the way it’s always been, no matter what. Looked and frowned on like some circus sideshow act. No one ever predicts me to win a match like this, and I can’t blame them. Why would they predict otherwise? I haven’t done anything of note, haven’t achieved anything worthy. I’m placed in this match and I’m expected to become nothing more than a filler in between Keelan’s road to glory, but still, here I stand. Facing one of the top dogs on Voltage for a number one contender’s spot against the World Heavyweight Championship. That alone should be enough, but still, they bicker. They argue. They tug at my ears, throw their verbal garbage at me, attempting to provoke me into responding to their meaningless and ultimately retarded claims. In a past incarnation, I would have done so already. I’d be jumping at the chance to attack, and always try to defend myself, to make me seem impenetrable. For so long, I harbored a deadly, deadly ego that in due time, would have consumed me if I hadn’t realized soon. But see - I’m a changed man now. I’m an individual who thinks before he acts. Someone who knows his hand, front to back, knows his options and decides the best outcome. And, if needed - can turn to the age of extreme. The age of violence, the place where rationale is thrown out of the window and basic instincts kick in, and that is “fight” or “flight.” Just like I said at Road to Redempton, I am prepared. I am willing to go the extra mile, to do the most dastardly of acts that no one would have even dared to try, because I know that what matters in the end is that prize. That fucking piece of gold lying in wait at the end, that is the prize, and the prize that I intend to reach out for and finally hold in my arms. You’re right - it’s bigger than any of us. This title is something that matters deeply to each and everyone of us, it is the one, tangible thing that can represent all of our hard work that has lead up to this moment. It is that singular object of gold, leather and molded inscriptions that represents that we’ve achieved something worthy in this business, that we’ve reached for the stars, and not only touched it, but grabbed it by your arms and taken it as your own. We’d both risk our lives for it. We’d both risk our careers, our well-being to even get a taste, a SLIVER of it, because we know what that reward is. But for you, Keelan….this is different for you. Your motivations for all this. For you, you seek the basics. Glory. Gold. Recognition by your peers. And while I do wish for the same, what you lack in is a natural drive - a force within you that really, REALLY pushes you to fight. For me, it’s different. It isn’t just about the glory and praise I will be showered with when that title rests on my shoulders. It isn’t just about the adulation of the crowd, and respect from my peers. This is about self-validation. Retribution. Redemption. Ever since what happened at Road to Redemption, I’ve been given time to think. I’ve been given time to process, and now I know what I must seek - a chance for me to prove to myself, and to the rest of the world that Lars Grier is not a motherfucker who is a throwaway, that he isn’t just some jester playing against the knights, but that he is a real threat, that he deserves to sit on his OWN throne, and wear his OWN crown. That is what this means for me. And ultimately, what this entire match boils down to is who wants it more? Who wants that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow more, and what are the lengths and roads they’re willing to take to achieve that?
I know what I am capable of. I know what lies at the end.
Are you prepared for the war?
For that is indeed what we will wage in that ring on Sunday night. A war. A bloody, brutal, and electrifying war that will render one of us physically be unable to walk out of that ring at all. It is a war that requires both sides to have the necessary willpower, and the necessary killer instinct to obtain that victory. But, I question - are you truly prepared for this? Don’t give me a simple answer, like yes or no, but really think about it. REALLY think about it. Is this something that you are prepared to do? Sure, you’ve waged hardcore wars such as what you did with Ahren Fournier, and you proved yourself against Jamie at Road to Redemption….but you must question the credibility of it all. You were the last man eliminated in that Chamber, and you almost defeated him on Voltage, but who’s to say that success you tasted can be replicated? If you think about it deeply, you’ll realize that nothing in this world is planned. Nothing in this world is set in stone from the beginning; everything is subject to change one way or another. Plants fall. Governments collapse. Fools are elected as President, and Keelan Cetinich can almost taste the gold at the end of the rainbow. Can you feel it, Keelan? Can you feel that hint of success, that hint of glory on the tip of your tongue? Now, imagine it slipping it away just as quickly you were given it. Think of it being ripped away from you slowly, but surely, like a knife stuck in your gut. Remember that dread. Remember that pain. Let it imprint into your mind.
Remember it all, because that pain is all you will feel when I rip away your chance from you in order to further reach towards my redemption.
Cling onto that success, because that’s the only bit of success you’re tasting as long as I stand along this path. You’re going to loathe it when it’s all gone. Surely, it must make your skin boil to know that this is so close for you. So fucking close for you. So close, yet so many more steps to take in this dangerous, dangerous road we traverse. I’m not excluding me, either. I know what steps I have to take, what lengths I must go to be able to call myself the World Champion. Wouldn’t it be a fucking joy to see it? “Lars Grier, Youngest World Heavyweight Champion.” Across the billboards, on the newspaper, the headlines on the articles. Delusional, foolish, naive, weak-minded - all of it is bullshit. All of it are words that are designed to get inside my head, and make me crumble, but I know my place. I know what I must do. The Killer versus The Raven, but only one of us can stand tall. And through the fire and the flames, if it isn’t me standing by the end of this war I’ll be damned to fucking hell. This week, you stand across the ring a Raven. A hungry Raven, one who has waited long for his rise. A Raven who has fought and battled through his challenges since his birth, one who doesn’t intend to stop, especially now. I seek redemption for my failures. I seek to give a retribution of my fire and hatred to everyone who I encounter along this road, and make you taste pain for every time you’ve spat on my name and told me that I would never make it.
“There’s no way Lars Grier could win this, this is his first year!”
They all cry. They all scream and proclaim to the mountains like some kind of wolf.
“He couldn’t possibly become the World Heavyweight Champion and be the one to dethrone Jamie! Not in a million years!”
Then watch as I prove each and every single one of you so fucking wrong.
Electric Dog Collar match for the EAW World Heavyweight Championship Jamie O'Hara (c) vs. Chris Elite
(I want SK to slap me and prove me that I am wrong)
Electric Deathmatch to determine the #1 contender to the EAW World Heavyweight Championship Keelan Cetinich vs. Lars Grier
(Will it be fun if we have the youngest world champ ever? lol)
Blackout match for the EAW New Breed Championship Finnegan Wakefield (c) vs. Jon McAdams
(Yeah, he's not losing his title this quick.)
Triple Threat High Voltage match for the EAW Interwire Championship Amadeus (c) vs. Moongoose McQueen vs. Carlos Rosso
(I don't need you to change to Ladybeard if you have that title)
8 Man Electric Gauntlet match to determine the #1 contender to the EAW New Breed Championship Harvey Yorke vs. Nathan Fiora vs. Azrael vs. Ryan Wilson vs. Cody Marshall vs. El Ironico vs. Axl Willow vs. Shaker Jones
(The A-Lister will obliterate all of these.... NEEEERDS!)
Electric Dog Collar match for the EAW World Heavyweight Championship Jamie O'Hara (c) vs. Chris Elite
(Jamie not dropping the title till he breaks the record.)
Electric Deathmatch to determine the #1 contender to the EAW World Heavyweight Championship Keelan Cetinich vs. Lars Grier
(Keelan's probably the only credible person to take the title off of Jamie.)
Blackout match for the EAW New Breed Championship Finnegan Wakefield (c) vs. Jon McAdams
(Finn not dropping the belt just yet.)
Triple Threat High Voltage match for the EAW Interwire Championship Amadeus (c) vs. Moongoose McQueen vs. Carlos Rosso
(I'm just biased trash. GOOOO MOONGOOSE!)
8 Man Electric Gauntlet match to determine the #1 contender to the EAW New Breed Championship Harvey Yorke vs. Nathan Fiora vs. Azrael vs. Ryan Wilson vs. Cody Marshall vs. El Ironico vs. Axl Willow vs. Shaker Jones
Electric Dog Collar match for the EAW World Heavyweight Championship Jamie O'Hara (c) vs. Chris Elite
Electric Deathmatch to determine the #1 contender to the EAW World Heavyweight Championship Keelan Cetinich vs. Lars Grier
Blackout match for the EAW New Breed Championship Finnegan Wakefield (c)vs. Jon McAdams
Triple Threat High Voltage match for the EAW Interwire Championship Amadeus (c) vs. Moongoose McQueen vs. Carlos Rosso
8 Man Electric Gauntlet match to determine the #1 contender to the EAW New Breed Championship Harvey Yorke vs. Nathan Fiora vs. Azrael vs. Ryan Wilson vs. Cody Marshall vs. El Ironico vs. Axl Willow vs. Shaker Jones
Electric Dog Collar match for the EAW World Heavyweight Championship Jamie O'Hara (c) vs. Chris Elite
Electric Deathmatch to determine the #1 contender to the EAW World Heavyweight Championship Keelan Cetinich vs. Lars Grier
Blackout match for the EAW New Breed Championship Finnegan Wakefield (c) vs. Jon McAdams
Triple Threat High Voltage match for the EAW Interwire Championship Amadeus (c) vs. Moongoose McQueen vs. Carlos Rosso
8 Man Electric Gauntlet match to determine the #1 contender to the EAW New Breed Championship Harvey Yorke vs. Nathan Fiora vs. Azrael vs. Ryan Wilson vs. Cody Marshall vs. El Ironico vs. Axl Willow vs. Shaker Jones
Electric Dog Collar match for the EAW World Heavyweight Championship Jamie O'Hara (c) vs. Chris Elite
Electric Deathmatch to determine the #1 contender to the EAW World Heavyweight Championship Keelan Cetinich vs. Lars Grier
Blackout match for the EAW New Breed Championship Finnegan Wakefield (c) vs. Jon McAdams
Triple Threat High Voltage match for the EAW Interwire Championship Amadeus (c) vs. Moongoose McQueen vs. Carlos Rosso
8 Man Electric Gauntlet match to determine the #1 contender to the EAW New Breed Championship Harvey Yorke vs. Nathan Fiora vs. Azrael vs. Ryan Wilson vs. Cody Marshall vs. El Ironico vs. Axl Willow vs. Shaker Jones
Down goes Aria Jaxon, down goes the so-called World Champion. Because of one single shot to the skull, I can hear the loud boos from the so-called fans of this show because they’re like music to my ear. To you people I ask… have I shown that how much hate-filled venom I have or how I will do anything to prove to the world that I will a merciless killer till I get my spotlight, till I get one more opportunity for the EAW Women’s Title. Do I have to show more of my hatred for all of you to realize
Truth be told, I don't care about Astrea Jordan. I don't need to care and I never will care about her. She's not someone who I have to prove my abilities to, she's not someone that has doubted the fact that one of the best we’ve got on Empire. No, I don’t simply need to care. If anything I just need to walk in and win and move on towards my real goal of claiming my rightful spot at the top. I don’t need to waste my time while the opportunities are given to the same people who that Empire will brand as the so-called “best” and yet the ones who are the ones that fit with the system that Tarah Nova. If Empire is where a female wrestler can succeed then it’s also the place where the greatest hypocrites that a wrestling promotion can have. Are you one of those kinds of people? Are you one of the hypocrites who fill up this brand’s so-called stars?
Has this little initiation into Gawd Complex started? Has this so-called entry into becoming as painfully annoying as Ryan Adams. See I never needed anybody’s approval of my talent because it’s self-belief, it’s self-respect that I have when it comes to myself to actually believe that I can rise up through everything that Empire has thrown at me and stand alone at the mountaintop as Queen.
I’ve never needed someone who can mold me into their image of a wrestler because I will forever be the who went on to create her own legacy without needing propaganda like Gawd Complex or needing the support of people in this company. I fight, I will continue to fight the system of Empire which has created doubters for countless months. Like you, like Consuela and like any other so-called righteous hero. The same ones who say stuff like how that all of this is a lifelong dream, who worked hard, who clawed through everything to get here but yet you lie, you lie to the same people that you attempt to inspire.
The real one who fought through everything that this world has thrown, the one who gave up everything she had to become a wrestler, who grew up aspiring the women she would watch is right here. The one who survived, and work through everything, the one that went through every single doubter is me. I wasn’t deemed some sort of natural talent because of my performance at a combine of all things. I fought my way through everything because that’s who I am Astrea. I always fought for what I have believed in and that's I am The Ace Of The World if there are those who doubt. Then I fight back, but in the end, I won't need to care about you as a person because you’re not worth the time and effort regardless of who you are, regardless of how much of a pet project you are for those around you, I don’t care who you are because, in the end, I will continue to fight against everything that doubts who I am. I will continue showcase that regardless of how much you doubt me, I will forever be a fighter. Regardless of how much of the same crap that I hear from the likes of you, Consuela, Aria and anyone else wants to doubt me that I will stand unbroken and still a fighter.
So take your best shot at trying to break the unbreakable and fail because I will stand here with my belief, my abilities in that ring, and everything that makes me who I am and still the best wrestler on Empire. That's something called believing in myself, something that you might not have considering it's other people who tell you how good you are. While I stand on my own declaring as the best. If you want to talk about failed opportunities then go for it, Talk about how I failed at defeating Aria Jaxon then go right ahead but realize this, every time I have lost and every time someone like you has said isn't worth giving a shit about, that's when you lose the real battle. You become exactly like the rest of the women, you become a copy, just with a different look. You become the same old crap, and you become IRRELEVANT in my eyes.
If you want to showcase how much potential that DEDEDE sees in you then go right ahead it still won’t make a difference in the end result with me beating you. But if you dare to become a roadblock for my road to the top then expect defeat regardless of how tough or how strong you think you are.
Extreme is what I live and die for. I stepped into this business as an extremist when everything was original. I was born to be under the extreme. Risking my body, and risking my life just to show everyone that I belonged in this business. Now, we are under elite, but I will always be the man to show that I was made for extreme. I started off in this business with one thing in my eye and that was to show that I was one of the best to ever do it, and I made sure that I made a statement. This was when the EAW Hardcore Championship could be taken at any time, and any place if a referee was around. I was the last of my generation to take that EAW Hardcore Championship and retire it with respect because no one else deserved to hold it and now it is back. I've seen others run with it but they never had to go through what I went through. Now, I want what is mine. I want the respect that I deserve in this business and I am going to show that I still have what it takes to build my legacy and earn the gold that is always going to be labeled under me. That EAW Hardcore Championship will be mine after this upcoming Friday and everyone will see that I am the real legend of my era. Darkane, do you truly think you deserve to hold that title? First, you were so afraid and full of shit that you were going to deny me my opportunity to even step into the ring with you. Why were going to deny me Darkane? Did you truly think that I did not deserve that chance? I stepped back into this ring a few months ago and I have already felt my ups and my downs, but through my ups I know everyone has seen that I have made a statement. I may not have gotten that chance to take you down first after House of Glass, but trust me when I say this Darkane: I'm far from below. And I sure as hell am not you. You see, a real champion does not back down from a fight. I held title after title and competitors would always come up and I would always give them their opportunity just to show them that they did not have what it takes to take me down from my throne. But you, you're just a bitch, but hey, I would be afraid too if I had to step into the ring with one of the best with my title on the line. When I was actually holding that EAW Hardcore Championship Darkane, I had to watch my back all twenty four hours everyday because you could have that championship taken from you at any time of day. You see, you do not have to worry about that. You have it easier than what it really was. You did not grow in the era that I grew in. I evolved through this company as an extremist and I will always be an extremist. You took that championship from Scott Diamond, and honestly, I do not find that impressive at all. I took Scott Diamond down at Road to Redemption in that Extreme Elimination Chamber and I've done it time after time in the past. You just do not know who you're messing with. Right now, I'm a fiend. I'm hungry and I'm looking to make my own feast after I step into that ring for my first championship opportunity coming back. I may not have gotten what I exactly wanted on Dynasty to prove my statement, but trust me, that championship lifts the bar up. I have championship DNA in my blood. I started off with a championship, just days after I joined in this company and made my debut at Pain for Pride II. That EAW Hardcore Championship was the first thing that motivated me and it is only right to come back to its rightful owner. Am I really supposed to be impressed by that win that you got over Brayden Wolfe? That made me laugh because I just did the same thing last week. You want to say that I'm below? How about we actually take a look at the things that I've done in this business and then you tell me who is actually below who. You are no where near my level of greatness Darkane. You get a EAW Hardcore Championship and then you want to act tough and think that you're some hot shot when really you're just a piece of shit holding a piece of gold that is not his. The only thing that's going to end is your reign as the EAW Hardcore Championship because I am going to take it from you on Dynasty. I'm nowhere near the end of my career because I still have a lot left that I have to conquer. You are not going to end me.. and I sure as hell am not going to do it myself. You can talk a lot of game on my career, but with everything that I have solidified you cannot touch me. The thing is, if there is something I want to end, it's you. I will do you just like I did Eclipse and I'll make you regret ever stepping into an EAW ring with me. You act like just because you've been "driven into thousands of thumb tacks" that you must be some Hardcore God, but you have not been to where I have been.
You do not even know the definition of hardcore.
You haven't felt anything that I have been through that it is labeled of extreme. What you've been through Darkane, that's just pussy situations. You can sit here and you can tell me that you were not scared, but someone that really isn't afraid would be ready for battle on sight. Now it's time for you to actually grow some balls and prepare for a real fight because none of these men that you stepped into the ring with know what it's like to be a REAL Hardcore Champion. I've dedicated my life and my body to this business and I'll just show you exactly what it's like to be a real extremist when we step into the ring on Dynasty. The only peculiar thing in this situation Darkane is you, and I am going to step right over you. To me, you're just a small obstacle that I'm going to smack out of the way. What you're going to taste is regret. You're going to regret ever coming to Dynasty and you're going to regret every word that you speak to me. I was made for this. In this, I'm the underdog. A lot of people believe that you're just going to step into Dynasty and walk through me because I have not been my best. I've been having my wins and I have been having my losses, but this, I will not fail. There will be no mistake. I have been here far too long to fall again. I had my chance at Road to Redemption and I fail to get what I wanted, but with this Darkane, it's just me and you. Time after time, I have risen back to my feet. I still am on a revenge path and if that means I have to take you down, I will not regret anything that I do to beat you for that EAW Hardcore Championship. I do not care if everyone believes that you're going to gain success over me, I am going to prove everyone else wrong. No support just gains more motivation for me. I am addicted to this position. This position where I am SO close to the top and I am so close to gaining what I truly want and all I have to do is keep pulling on the string until I get it into my hands. I've been sitting in this position for the past few months and I know have not gotten anything yet but believe me, I will this Friday. This Friday, I am going to pull on that string and this time.. I will not have it taken from me. Darkane, you're messing with a man that is on a mission. A man that is looking to destroy anything that stands in the way of his success. Right now.. that's you. You're going to taste what real hardcore is. You're going to see the extremist inside of me. The Hurricane Hawk that ran through this business with nothing but success and respect. You might not have wanted this match, but you got it. This is the man that gained those world championships. You're pulling out the savage in me, and once I bring him completely out, the only thing that you'll be doing on Dynasty Darkane, is running. I trenched myself in success and this is just another piece to the puzzle. Darkane, this extremist is just going to be your worst nightmare, but you'll see that losing your title to me.. is your reality.
(Stephanie Matsuda is sitting in her apartment, looking at her webcam. She’s wearing a Brooklyn College T-shirt and black square rimmed glasses. In the background, her s/o & EAW interviewer Monica Vaughan is sitting at the dining table drinking tea)
People say this is the time of the year where we begin to reflect upon the essential things in life. With Thanksgiving on the horizon and the holiday season just around the corner, we wonder what we’re thankful for and who is family. (sighs) Unfortunately for my sweetheart, this will be the first time in a long time she won’t be spending Thanksgiving or Christmas with her sister. I have to do what I can to support her, just like I did with my best friend, Aria Jaxon. As much as I care about her, she seems to have a death wish, putting herself in unnecessarily dangerous situations leading to a concussion. Maybe with the recent loss, she seems hellbent on showing the world she can endure - I can relate to that. In fact, her walls remind me of the ones I see around Chelsea Crowe. In my eyes, Chelsea has presented herself as the woman who knows more than she lets on. She has shown Sheridan Müller that she’s a force of nature; someone to never underestimate. Chelsea went blow for blow with Aria Jaxon, leading the champ to put her career on the line with a foolhardy decision that may cost my chance to win the title at Bloodletter, Empire’s first ever official FPV. She’s not to blame for that - just like you’re not to blame for Sheridan’s foul play. What you are responsible for is the development of your skill these past few months; you’re more dangerous than I thought you would be. She defied everyone’s expectations these two weeks. Chelsea is a powerhouse in the making - something I’m very much aware. But alas, we have unfinished business.
There is no Kimi Hendrix to interrupt our match this time around. There is no Ryan Marx to take up space in my mind. There are only Ms. Crowe and me in your run-of-the-mill exhibition match, to prove who is currently the better woman. I will do whatever it takes to determine that woman is me. I don’t need to resort to high-risk or shady tactics to prove my point - I’ll be right there in her facing unleashing absolute hell upon my opponent. Everywhere she goes, I’ll be there. I will follow her from the middle of the ring to ringside. Whenever she attempts a Dreamkiller, I will be there to knock her off. Whenever Chelsea tries her ‘Smile,' she will find herself in the air and taken to Cloud City on the way down. If she wants to take this match slowly, we can do that. That wouldn’t be the first time I will take it easy on a woman (winks). But, before she accuses me of not taking things seriously, she needs to know and understand this:
Every fight with Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda is different.
I don’t stop coming at my opponent. I can hit my foes at any angle, at any moment. Men twice my size hide from my wrath. What was supposed to be a sacrifice turned into a back and forth slugfest at Road to Redemption? I expect the same to occur next week, even if it is on a weekly show. I can take the fight anywhere, with anyone. Win or lose, I leave scars to remember me by.
(Stephanie pauses for a moment while taking a sip from her cup. Her eyes stare at the camera for a moment, as if she’s about to address Chelsea directly)
I will never like you Chelsea Crowe, but I respect your skill. A woman like you would thrive in My Empire. Once I pay my debt on December 9th, I foresee our paths crossing once more. Until then, get used to being a prime example of how The War Queen dismantles her opponents. You will serve as a demonstration of what’s going to happen to my best friend because she flew just a little too close to the sun. I only ask for your forced submission Chelsea - on your knees before me, beaten and broken. That is the only way any of you will acknowledge my strength - and rightfully slow. I don’t want my ass kissed - just yours kicked. I wish for nothing more than for each and everyone woman on the Empire roster to come at me with everything they have and fall. I can admit that these past few weeks have been tiring - the landscape is nothing like it was when the season first began. The Coven is but a memory - I’m what remains of its existence. I’ve broken the German and the Texan - but yet Goldilocks is back, airing her grievances to everyone but the woman who put her on the shelf. I’ve sent The Philosopher with a lasting impression. Empire no longer has an Empress, but there exists two queens - one who governs war, and one who leads the new guard. In the history of the world, an emperor rules over an empire consisting of multiple kingdoms. Every woman sits in the comfort of her metaphorical castle - which will soon fly under my banner. I’ve taken some consideration of the words that are coming out my mouth and realized that to revitalize this brand I’ll have to drag you all into the fire. To become that fire I must do something I didn’t think I was ready for…
I must reawaken The War Queen.
The selfish fool inside of me wanted glory for myself. While I chased after brass rings on Showdown, Empire began to falter. This brand thrives and grows through competition - the Aria/Cailin saga was the highlight of last season. Now, here we are in territory unknown. I’ve heard the talks about whether or not Empire will live to see another season; girls come and go, and there are not enough stars to justify its existence. How we make stars is through incredible matches, Chelsea. I’m making it my business to push the entire roster to its limits - that may be presumptuous of me, but I don’t have time to reflect on my actions. If I need to be the bad guy in Aria’s story, so be it. If I need to be the woman who made Chelsea eat crow, then I accept the responsibility. This isn’t about my ego - it’s about addressing an issue that will only grow shortly. Empire needs to thrive on. If Aria keeps putting herself in vulnerable situations, she won’t last long enough to see the product thrive.
(Stephanie takes a sip)
We have unfinished business Chelsea Crowe. This time, you will fall to Empire’s queen…
Remember when I said a couple weeks back that those were some of the worst of my life? Scratch that, because these past two weeks…..these take the fucking CAKE. Everything about what has happened has lead me to feel this way. One of my only friends in this business, a man who I considered a brother has been fired, and sent away because he wasn’t the man I thought he was. Another friend, was taken away from us by this wretched and cruel world; a true spark in the darkness. I tried to use that as motivation. I told myself that I would walk out of that Chamber as World Heavyweight Champion, building and laying the foundation for my kingdom, where any and all opposers could come and stumble under my reign. I even painted my fucking face blue and yellow in honor of her, and brought out the most vicious and violent side of myself yet. The voices within me and around me said: “You can’t lose. You can’t fail. You will become the Champion, you will dethrone Jamie.” But I didn’t. I came. I saw. But I didn’t conquer. That’s what happens - what happens when you give yourself an ultimatum, and force yourself to believe in something that you think is the truth, the future you predict. You keep telling yourself you can’t lose, which makes it all the more gut-wrenching and crashing when you are left on your back, staring up at the bright lights with your eyes glazed and blurry. That is the essential problem of giving yourself a requirement that you perceive you are able to reach, when the reality lies that you didn’t make it, because you were naive and foolish. That’s the dilemma I was faced with after Road to Redemption, after having my entire body driven through the steel floor beneath and being pinned by a man who I thought wouldn’t even come close to the World Title, let alone eliminating me. Honestly, I wish I had excuses to protect my defeat. I wish I could place the blame on someone else, and say it was their fault, but that isn’t me as a person, and as a competitor. I took this loss on the chin, I ate it and walked home trying to clear my head, but words seem to fail me. Maybe it’s just the fact I said “I couldn’t.” Maybe it’s because I was the second elimination in that entire fucking Chamber, being eliminated by Carlos fucking Rosso of all people. No...it can’t be any of that. No, it must be the aftermath. When I was escorted to the backstage area of the arena on a stretcher, my vision was blurry and all of my human senses were tampered with by the metal destruction of the Extreme Elimination Chamber. Ringing in my ears, the smell of blood and death reeked within me, and yet I could faintly hear it; the single most terrifying and repulsive sentence one could ever use for another human being: “Good job. Good work. Nice effort. You did good.” You weren’t trash. You weren’t garbage. You didn’t win the championship, you didn’t accomplish your goal, but you still did good. RIGHT?! GIVE A BIG ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR LARS FUCKING GRIER, HE’S SHOWED EFFORT AND DID HIS BEST, HE DIDN’T WIN BUT HE DID GOOD, AND THAT’S ALL THAT MATTERS! RIGHT?!....Yeah. Right. It was all I could hear being dragged to the back, through the curtains, past the production crew and my fellow co-workers and competitors, Not one sentence, not any other combination of words and letters in the entirety of the English language is more heartbreaking than “Good job.” I see the motive here, which is to attempt to cheer the individua up despite being down. Trying to console them after a devastating failure for them, but not because any of them actually mean it. Not because they actually give a shit about what happened to you, no, but instead to save their own face and make it seem like you have any sense of power. A lie spouted from the mouths of men and women who were having better days than you, were far more joyful than you were, and now use your story as an excuse for them to be grateful for their gold, turning you out to be nothing more than some fucking pity party. That was all that could run in my head that night. A whirlwind of anger, disappointment, sadness and lies surrounding my head, burning and ravaging my mind like a mindless beast that’s made me feel empty inside. Even now, I’m placed here and I’m supposed to care. A gigantic Voltage main event, between six of this brand’s finest. We’re in teams coded in a manner that we face our rivals, who in my case is Keelan Cetinich. I’m here, and I feel like I should care about this match. But every time I try to find even the smallest of reasons to fight on Sunday, I’m driven away because I know how so little this matters in the grand scheme of things. Maybe for McAdams, for Jamie this is different. For Chris, for Keelan, for Finnegan, this means something important to them, and they are driven to win, but tell me - what significance does this match truly hold? Will this even be remembered in a month’s time? A week? We’ll find soon enough, whether or not this becomes the truth. But...if any there’s any motivation for me, it’s to show and prove to each and every one of you…
How little all of you matter when faced with my conquest.
Or maybe I’m over-exaggerating. Maybe all of you have some important story in mind, something of note to say to me, and whether or not you truly do have any worth to show to me. Drastic times call for drastic events to occur, for not once in a million, billion, trillion years did I believe I’d see you standing here, Chris. In this moment, off the high of beating our Chairman and legendary Mr. DEDEDE, and with your own Gawd Contract to boot. I must say - congratulations. Congratu-fucking-lations. You defied all of us. You defied what we’d thought you did, defied our beliefs and expectations of you, and came out as the winner in a match that we were all sure you couldn’t have even had a chance in winning against. It seems so bizarre and shocking that I’d think it was a fluke victory; something that must have happened by mistake, but no - there you are, the winner and the man with the keys to the kingdom. For all of our talks of being a failure, of coming so close so, so often, you now stand as the man with the fiery momentum and as the name that everyone has been talking about since that fateful night at Road to Redemption. Yet….even then, I’ve realized something. Despite this win, despite this gold, success, and glory, still lies Chris Elite. Not the “New” Chris Elite, no, but the Chris Elite who I’ve seen unleashed in this company. The man who I’ve lost to, the man who I have beaten. I will always find it funny how a man who has an ego taller than Mount fucking Everest manages to be beloved by the fans, and gets chances against people like Ryan Adams. You called him out like some puppy, whimpering and begging him all so you could feel better about losing in that tournament. You crawled onto your knees, used his name to elevate yours and get to the point where you had enough people behind you where you could launch your assault. I can’t tell if you’re the saddest fucking puppy I’ve ever seen - or the smartest man alive. Despite this win, I can still hear echoes of who I faced before. Mocking my face paint, what I call myself in a way that’s so childish I’m surprised you’re still standing here, working for this company. But that’s always been what you are, after all. So petty. So arrogant. So self-centered, so bitchy and childish, and yet you still work. That’s the craziness of it all, the novelty of the Chris Elite brand - you’re the opposite from the typical wrestler, you constantly disrespect everyone around you and act like you’re the king when you’re a pawn at best, but still, people love it and you are rewarded for it. You insult your opponents with attacks that don’t even need to be backed up by sufficient evidence to get inside their heads, and by that point they’re gone. They’ve lost the game with you, which is what so many people can’t seem to fathom even after your monumental victory; losing to you. I’ve had to swallow that bitter taste once, I told myself that you’d be no match for me to which you proved me absolutely dead wrong. I’ve kept that loss in my mind, I haven’t let it slipped away even after beating you as The Raven, for I know just how dangerous you prove to be when given a dream and lengths to achieve it. At least that’s what’s admirable about you, Chris - you are a warrior, a man with an indomitable spirit who has proved time after time again he has defied the odds and expectations of those around him. But do you know who else I once gave that description to? TLA. Now look where that man is now. GONE. Fired, dusted away from this company. He was given so many shots at Jamie, at World Titles over and over and over and over again, and each and every single time he stumbled, and fell. I don’t expect you to be different, Elite. You won’t win a battle with me, or with Jamie by mocking him about his nickname, about what he’s done. Your ego can’t help you at Shock Value, even after beating DEDEDE. Even know you tread on very, very thin ice that at any moment could break apart and send you to the back of the line. “Oh, but my Gawd Contract!” Please, be quiet. The contract, while impressive and no means to discredit your victory against DEDEDE...is just a contract. You can get all the title shots against Jamie, against whoever is the Champion all you want, but it won’t matter if you don’t actually have the ability to back your shit up. Nothing you’ve done as of late has proven to me you aren’t the same Chris Elite I faced on Showdown, the Chris Elite I had laid across the mat for the three count. Knowing who you are, though, you’ll probably find some whiny and bullshit excuse to get out of the situation, just like you always do.
We’ll see eventually if you have what it takes to be who you’ve always sought out to be. The eyes of the world are gazing on you, Chris. The spotlight is beating down on you and your moment will come soon.
Hope that light doesn’t burn you up in the process.
For many, it is so similar what we seek in this world. Fame, gold, money, glory and success; all natural selfish human desires. Others are more abstract; looking to find something in oneself, seeking an answer to life’s essential questions, or in this case, for Finn, a self-fulfilling story of redemption. A man I’ve known since the beginning of his career here in EAW as a fledgling, I’ve witnessed him rise up the ranks on Dynasty and seen him become the New Breed Champion who he is today. His technical ability unmatched, a fighter in him that has the simple desire of wanting to be the best this business has to offer. We’ve crossed paths many, many times in the past, and just recently the week before Road to Redemption he faced me. I’ve always commended your nobility, heroism, and that powerful ability of yours to look past the shadow of doubt, past the fire and the flames and see the light at the end of the tunnel. No matter what happens to you, it seems like your spirit never breaks, even when faced with a crashing and heart-breaking loss, and truly is something to be worthy of. I can’t dislike you for your character, or for your desires….but I’m starting to feel it; this is how it feels to have someone’s number, right? To be able to be on the upper hand not once, not twice, not three times but enough times where it won’t even matter, because you’ve got them all figured out. Is this what Jamie felt against TLA, I wonder? This feeling of boredom and complete certainty that he would defeat a man he has beaten countless times before…..it feels good. It’s simple what you seek for in this match - a way to not only face the top two of this brand, the World Heavyweight Champion, but to get redemption for being beaten by me, twice. You’ve also set a goal for yourself to beat O’Hara as the longest-reigning New Breed Champion, and it isn’t anything more than a fine, starry dream. It’s just so unfortunate that has to always be the problem with these kinds of dreams; you set them up far...far too high for yourself to even reach. Jamie set a standard for the New Breed division that hasn’t been replicated, but maybe with your determination and your dream, you can do it right? You can make it up there, you belong with the rest of us! And I’ll be honest with you, I wish I’d be able to say that to you. I wish I could tell you that you are not New Breed title material, not Interwire, National Elite or Tag Title, but World Heavyweight material, Answers World Material. I don’t dream for your downfall or pray that you fall flat on your face; it’s just I always happen to be the one standing in your way every time, and you’re the poor unfortunate soul who is always standing on the opposite side of the bullet train. And from the looks of things, it won’t be much different what happens to you in the end. I held your unconscious body up as a message for all the Chamber participants, and on Voltage I’ll do it again to prove to your ally Keelan Cetinich.
Dream big, Finn.
Just make sure you don’t fall from those heights.
Do I dream big for wishing for the World Heavyweight Championship? Am I a fool for thinking I can beat Jamie? Maybe, maybe so. Maybe we’re both fools, Keelan, for thinking of this. Jamie’s just too fucking good for us, right? We can stay in that ring with him, and keep up with his ability, until comes the time where he stops us in our tracks and crushes our dreams of becoming who we seek to become. I never hated you with a passion. I never wanted to make you ought to be fool, or to discredit who you’ve beaten and what you’ve done in this business; I’ve always wanted to be able to prove to you that I have the ability to not only stand toe-to-toe with the best, but to send them off their pedigree and take their place. Us two will be facing one another in an Electric Deathmatch, with the promise of a number one contender’s spot against none other than the World Heavyweight Champion. It’s everything I could have ever wanted, right here, right now especially after the shit I went through in that Chamber. There are few words I can say to you at this moment, Keelan, but know that I proved to you that the shit you say from your mouth has no bearing on what happens when we really do meet in that ring.
I don’t care if I have to fucking lobotomize you in order to get another shot at the title. I don’t care if I have to leave you in a catatonic state...all I know is that there’s a prize at the end of the tunnel, I prize I intend to keep and will massacre anyone who tries to stand in my fucking way.
At Road to Redemption, I proved to you I was a force to be reckoned with, and that I wasn’t just some body thrown into that match. And at Shock Value? I’ll prove to you something else:
How fucking little an obstacle like you matters when you dangle a piece of gold in front me.
It’s time. It’s time for a change. It’s time for a revolution. It’s time for JLM.
Now for those of you who don’t know me, I won’t even bother with you. You are not worth my time. Now some people warned me, some people told me not to go to EAW when my contract in the independents was up. Those people were right. When I signed on the dotted line, I was told I would become an instant star. Now, I presumed what that meant was that I was going straight to the main roster, straight to the top. Obviously not. I was told a few days later that after singing my contract that I would have to go to NEO. Now how stupid do you have to be to put the best wrestler in the world onto NEO? I’ll tell you how stupid you’d have to be. Very fucking stupid. I don’t deserve to be on a B show like NEO, to be on a developmental show, the wrestlers in NEO don’t deserve to go head to head with the best wrestler in the world. Now I’ve been told that next Wednesday, I’m going to be facing Steven Sanders, another wrestler debuting on NEO.
Really, him? That is the last and only time I’m going to say his name because to be quite blunt about it, he’s not on my level, he’s not even on the level below me, he’s a complete and utterly useless waste of space who shouldn’t even be involved in the developmental branch of EAW, he shouldn’t even be involved in EAW at all. Sure he can cut a promo, and sure he may be able to get in the head of some wrestlers, but there’s one area that he fails in, and that’s the most important area of all and that’s his in ring ability. All I see in him is all talk, no action. He thinks that he’s the best, well I’ll tell you who the best is, and that’s me. JLM. All he wants is championships and to reach the very top of EAW, and all I want to do is rip people apart. You see, with me being a submission specialist and with my technical ability, you really think I should even be in the ring with him? No, I shouldn’t even be on the same show as him, never mind the same ring as him. I thought it was a joke when I was told I would go face to face with him, I laughed at it. Because that’s exactly what he is, a joke. Someone who thinks he can wrestle because he a can cut a half decent promo.
Well, let me tell you something. When I face you I’m going to rip you limb from limb. When you step in the ring with me, your body will be like my canvas, but instead of painting a beautiful little picture, I will destruct and decimate your body in whatever way I choose. Maybe, I’ll break one of your arms in a kimura lock, holding your arm tight behind your back and snapping it in half like a twig, or maybe I’ll take your body like a rag doll and piledrive your skull into the ground, sending shivers down your spine and shattering your skull and breaking your neck. Maybe I’ll do both, or maybe I’ll just break every single bone in your body. Because it’s what I do, I destroy bodies; I leave my opponents broken and afraid. You just happen to be the first one in EAW to experience JLM. I almost feel sorry for you, but I never take pity on my opponents, especially not someone as pathetic as you. If you had any brains about you, you wouldn’t even turn up Wednesday, because you know you’ll never be the same.
I welcome everyone in EAW to JLM, and most importantly, I welcome you all to hell.
April Song/Stephanie Matsuda vs Haruna Sakazaki/Azumi Goto
Fighting Tigers vs Tiger Bait
(In one of the crowded bars on the infamous college strip in Baton Rouge, Louisiana known as “Tigerland”, April Song has found herself a table in a corner, trying to drown out the noise in the congested, dimly lit college bar and focus on nursing her drink. She’s dressed in a sky blue top with a darker shade of blue coloring the undershirt and a pair of jeans, her eyes picking up the approach of several younger men whom she assumes are students on campus.)
Frat Boy #1: Hey….aren’t you that April Song chick? The wrestler from EAW?
April: Yes.
Frat Boy #1: Cool! Me and my boys here are fans of yours. And we know you were in the Air Force and all that so we want to thank you for your service. Heh, if you want to come back to my apartment I can REALLY spend some time thanking you….
(The Frat Boy’s friends snicker behind him as he talks as a bored April simply stares off across the room, taking another sip of her drink.)
April: Not interested. Thanks anyway though.
Frat Boy #2: At least let us buy you a drink then, huh? It’s not every day you get a big celebrity here in town, especially a cute older-
(April immediately scowls at the idea of being called old, in any shape or form, and the young frat boy holds his hands up defensively, stepping away from her sharp glare.)
???: Um, excuse me, fellas, but the lady said that she doesn’t want to be bothered?
(April is looking to see who the voice belongs to but the frat boys are all obscuring her view. Not for very long though as one of them doubles over, holding his crotch in pain as the other two frat boys scoop him up and haul him out of the bar. A perplexed April looks over at Revy, who is holding a pair of beers in hand as she settles down in a chair across from April, slamming one of the beers down in front of her.)
April: You didn’t have to do that.
Revy: What? It’s two for one in here tonight? These college dives are cheap and sleazy as hell but they have the best deals on beer. Not even fucking close.
April: I’m talking about the guys.
Revy: Meh, Consider it a favor. You don’t look like you want to be bothered, at least by entitled douchebags looking for older girls to live out their cougar fantasies.
April: Fair enough. So...what are you doing here? Don’t you have a match to get ready for tomorrow.
(Revy laughs before taking a massive guzzle of beer.)
Revy: Are you kidding me? Do you think I’m worried about that match? It’s Savannah Sunshine. What’s she gonna do? Try to fucking hug me to death? It’s not me that is the talk of the locker room right now. Nobody’s really worried about me. There’s two names that I hear come up a lot, you know….besides…..
April: Yeah…..
Revy: Sheridan seems like she has no friends. But hey, neither of us have friends and it works for us, right? But it seems like even Tarah hates her fucking guts. Guess they have history. But one name I hear whispered a little bit here and there is yours…
April: What do you mean?
Revy: People were wondering why the hell someone who won a contenders match, against two women at the same time, would be walking around the locker room pissed off at the whole damn world like you do. I mean, look at you. You’ve been a champ before! You’re in line for a Specialists Title shot….but what are you so pissed about? Should I have let one of those frat boys talk you into bed or something? Is that it?
April: Since when do you give a shit about me or anyone but yourself?
(Revy clicks her tongue a bit before taking another swig of beer)
Revy: See, this is where you’re wrong, Terminator. I don’t give a shit. I’m just curious. And a little bit of an instigator.
April: I want to be the strongest. Period. I just see the standards left behind by so many who have left or are coming back and it just feels hopeless.
Revy: Heh. Expectations. Living up to standards. YOU try being the sister of a pro wrestler sometime, huh? Look, you’re talented. Gifted some probably tell you. You probably shouldn’t be walking around all pissed off lookin’ all the time. Live a little. But hey, what do I know, I’m just the drunk idiot who loses on TV all the time, right?
(April takes a sip of her own beer.)
April: When are you going to stop acting like you have no fucking talent, hmm?
Revy: The moment you get a personality. Deal?
(The two women smirk at each other before lifting their glasses.)
April: Heh….deal.
You know something. This industry of wrestling always seems to baffle me. Men and women stepping through ropes to solve their problems and assert who is better, yet so many people, despite the obvious continue to do things and say things that frankly make no sense. Well, considering where we are this week, I decided to do a little research into Louisiana State University’s athletic program. Fun fact, I also found out that because of it’s old academy, it was nicknamed the Old War Skule, and that’s pronounced School, for many years.
One thing that I noticed, the one thing that stood out, was that it’s original mascot name was the “Fighting Tigers” instead of ordinary “Tigers”. Why do I make this distinction? It was the nickname of a Confederate battle unit from Louisiana that stirred fear in the hearts of Union soldiers during the Civil War. Their ferocity and lust for battle were the stuff of legend and with this nickname the sons of a defeated Confederate state decided to honor their memory and inspire the newly created football team in the late 1800s. Not that I am a fan of the Confederacy, but I do appreciate the nickname and what it represents.
So...one of the popular slogans I hear in this area is that “If you ain’t a TIGER, You’re TIGER BAIT!” When I look at the match that I have set up this week, I see a team of tigers, and a team of nothing more than tiger bait. Stephanie Matsuda and myself, we’re Tigers. We’re born to hunt. We’re born for battle. We’re aggressive, we’re dangerous, and we are always hungry. I don’t like Stephanie all that much and I am pretty sure she doesn’t have much care for me either, but when it comes time to get in the ring and perform, we both have that in common that we will give anything and everything to the cause to insure victory. With her being someone supposedly living under the new motto of “Family First” and putting Empire above her own self-interest, I respect that. I proved last week that I am a Fighting Tiger if there ever was one. I overcame two women in what essentially amounted to a handicap match to earn another opportunity at a title that I frankly should have never lost. I have constantly proven my detractors wrong, scratching and clawing further in my first year in EAW than anyone thought possible when I first arrived almost a year ago to the day.
I told them even then that I wasn’t going anywhere, and I’m still here.
And here I will remain.
There are two women who Stephanie and I will be facing that are the epitome of Tiger Bait. We have Haruna Sakazaki, the ultimate failure in the history of EAW’s women’s division, on one side. Someone who seems far more concerned with modelling and promoting her things than wrestling. Someone who once called me April Dong in a rant that made me lose what little respect for her I did have. Someone who I have beaten on occasion after occasion, someone who I don’t fear in the absolute slighest. And in my opinion, that’s a shame. Why? Because I honestly believe that when she’s motivated Haruna has the capability to be one of the better wrestlers on our roster. She’s tough. She’s tenacious, she can be anything she wants to be. Yet she behaves in the most absurd passive aggressive manner I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s disgraceful that talent that most of the women in the wrestling world would pray to God on bended knee for is in her body...and she squanders it.
From what I hear, LSU fans are used to that too.
And then we have the Deuce of Clubs who thinks she’s the Ace of Spades. The Ace of Empire. Azumi Goto. Another opponent that I have had success against in the past. Another opponent who has a severe problem with her psyche. But it’s not like Haruna where she constantly downplays her abilities to the point of ridiculous self-parody...Azumi legitimately believes that she is destined to beat Aria Jaxon to become Women’s World Champion. In what world? She can’t even beat ME, and I’m nowhere near Aria Jaxon’s level yet, as close as our match was on Empire a few months ago notwithstanding. Aria is the one, actual ace that Empire has and the only person who can even dare to have an argument right now is Consuela, who is the Specialists Championship holder that I have a date with soon enough. Azumi, I will give you credit for this: you will try damn hard to live up to your own expectations. But honestly, as far as I’m concerned, You’ve already exceeded your physical limitations. Look at you, you’ve been trained by one of the all-time greats, nurtured by someone who cared for you so much in Erica Ford, yet all you have been capable of is riding people’s coat-tails to a string of near misses that make my resume look Hall-of-Fame worthy by comparison. And guess what? The gap between you and the elite is only growing. The wrestling ideas are just coming to me. There are so many things that I can improve and have improved in the short time that I have been here. The Chelsea Crowes, the Sheridan Mullers, the Savannah Sunshines and the rest are all here and are all better than you in every conceivable way. You will fight, bravely enough, but you will never reach the top of the mountain you are trying to ascend….mainly because you are so full of your own hype that you refuse to believe the mountain even exists!
So, this Thursday, what can you expect when two tigers are let in a cage and offered tons of fresh meat to eat?
They feast. And that’s what Matsuda and I are going to do on Empire. We are going to tear Haruna and Azumi to little tiny pieces and feast on them.. Consuela, watch and be put on notice, because for this particular Tiger, you’re next on the menu.
Through absolute hard work I stand before you as an unbreakable fighter. Through my willingness to not give up, I continue my pursuit of the EAW Women’s Championship. Even if I’m standing outside of Bloodletter’s World Title match, I will continue to push till I stand in that ring with one more opportunity to claim what has eluded for so long… a championship of my own. I stand before two people with one of which will someone who stands as my roadblock.
Is it weird that whenever I’m making my mark on the world, you’re there to act as a roadblock? Intentionally or unintentionally. You stand as a roadblock all the time for me, you and your little bestie or “sister” or whatever she is for you have that match. The main event of Empire all because Tarah Nova approved of an idea, not because you won some sort of match or that you’ve earned it. No because Ms. Golden Girl asked to give you a title shot to Tarah? So when people claim that I haven’t earned my opportunity, they’ll yell that out. People on this roster will say that I weaseled my way into a title shot BUT when other like you or any other person who the fans love get a same title shot. They will say that person deserves it! That’s how Empire under Tarah Nova runs. A show filled with bias hate-filled management.
But regardless of all that, congrats Stephanie. An opportunity well deserved, so well deserved that your bestie was the person to give it to you. Honestly I can’t till one of you two decides to turn on the other and kill your friendship just for what will be my eventual Women’s Title.
You can’t keep someone as driven as I am away from the title scene, because all of this will be mine. I mean it, every bit of my focus is on the Women’s Title. So really I have no care for the person who holds it. Whether it’s you or your best friend, it will eventually be who rules Empire. Hatred and Drive tend to make a very good combination and the result of that is me. Hatred for every single soul who doesn’t believe in my abilities and this drive that gotten me here, a sort of boost after being looked down for so so long. With these two in hand, I scratched, I clawed, I manipulated and I rose up to the occasion when I got my chance. Try as hard as you want, Matsuda. I’ll continue to fight, you people will give me a motive to fight on, the fact that I stand here still unbroken from losing at Road To Redemption hurts in a way but losing there made things even better for me because there’s nothing left to lose now. At Manifest Destiny, it was my Control In The Vault that I gave up to get the shot. At Road To Redemption, it was my body that I gave up, having light-tube pieces stuck in me. Now there’s nothing left for me to lose when I get my shot.
Expect this from me during this match, hatred, drive, and fucking Unbreakable. Not a single person can stop me on my quest. I'm no longer competing with you on things that bind me to my past. Becoming her heir, who was the best Joshi to come from JET, and all that are things I'm not in need of. I don't need to care about all that, it became my past. When I started fighting only myself, I became selfish, I became greedy and I gladly accept that part of me with all of my hatred filled heart.
I did something that I know most of us on Empire don't like to do and that's accept the worst of us. I did, I accepted the worst of me, this egotistical, manipulative, selfish, hated woman and I embraced that side with open arms and here I stand. Where was I before that? At the bottom, I worked through every single type of shit that this company threw at me and here I stand, right at the top of the food chain. As a Shuyaku and better yet, you Ace of Empire. And I truly mean this that I will fight through everything that this company will throw at me until I become the one and only star that the spotlight will fall on
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