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DYNASTY PROMO #1: THE SLAYER OF THE BEAST

Dark sky.

The time was right. My mind was right. Everything felt amazing.. from the vibe of the crowd to the vibe inside me telling me to end it and get the right thing that I needed, which was that win to prove to everyone that I can stay here and I can do this. Dynasty was a helluva night and I felt as though it was the time, but it just did not come right. And I have all of the respect for Target Smiles for taking the victory. I know I've made my mistakes but when House of Glass comes by, I'm not making that same mistake again. House of Glass is where I take my glory and I take my chance to get exactly what I need: an opportunity. This upcoming Friday I take another competitor that has been here for a while who looks to crush and destroy. Scott Oasis, this is going to be the opportunity that I'm going to pounce on. You see I have rage within me after falling on Dynasty. This was supposed to be my chance but when I step into that ring with you on Friday, that will be my upbringing. I am not getting back into that ring just to see my downfall. I know exactly what I want and what I deserve. Scott Oasis if you think that this is something that you are just going to run through.. you thought wrong. You see I have this chip on my shoulder.. I have everything on my mind. House of Glass with this first opportunity being a chance to get at the EAW Hardcore Championship, these critics who think I cannot stay and that I'm just going to leave when everything falls down. But as much as it was me.. that is not me anymore. I'm not going to say that I evolved.. but I brought myself up to higher standards and I brought myself to a new level. Scott Oasis, my idea of stepping in that ring with you is not just to show off for the fans that support me heavily, but to beat you and show elitist like you that I've come back for the long run. I have never stepped in the ring with you but I know one thing.. you like to hold yourself up. You like to see like this intimidating beast that rips apart anything he sees. Well Scott.. you've just met your match. You see these other people that have stepped in the ring with you, they might have given you a fight.. but I'm going to slay the beast inside of you. I have the sword to take you down: the fire inside of me. I do not regret anything that I did on Dynasty but this show Scott.. I am NOT AND WILL NOT FALL. Oasis I want you to take your chance to see now, that I'm more than just a Hall of Famer.. I'm more than just a former champion. Hell.. I'm more than just an elitist! I'm a star. 

This dark sky shows me in the middle of the light.. just like the spotlight shines on me. It's going to be elitist like you that are going to be jealous when I take the opportunities away from you and take them to the top. Critics are going to keep talking.. and elitist like you are going to keep trying to test me. Dynasty is my proving ground now, and every single match that I perform is just each step to getting me closer and closer to where I want to be. The top looks so far from down here but as I climb.. and I take my grip to each piece of rock.. things will fall off just like you. Scott Oasis you stepped into that match on Territorial Invasion and you could have had the opportunity to be up there with the EAW Answers Champion, but you just could not do it. In my eyes.. I'm a fight champion regardless if I'm holding a title or not. I know that I can step in that ring and do what I do best and EVEN BETTER.. than any of you who want to step in the ring with me. Scot Oasis, I just cannot wait to show you how much that I've changed. I'm not just some piece of meat that they're throwing at the lion... You want to be the fire-breathing dragon.. be my guest.. but every dragon has their slayer. I'm ready for action. I'm ready to step onto those grounds and show you that I'm going to step above you on these stairs that lead me to the top of the mountain. I know you are going to want to hold me down.. but Goliath.. meet your David. Those dark clouds might be above my head, but I'm going to clear that away and finish exactly what I started. Oasis, I hope that you have everything that you got, but I'm just going to be a few steps ahead of you. I am the slayer.. and on Dynasty, those people in the crowd will be calling me the slayer of Oasis. This is more than just some small beast mode.. this is my BURNING FLAMES.. rushing me and pushing me on.. motivating me because I KNOW I'm not finished. I KNOW that I have more to do and once I see myself above all at the top.. I WILL NOT FALL. Whether I have to push you off of this mountain and leave you to trip and fall on your own.. I am not going to let you get ahead of me. Scott Oasis, you might not think of this match as anything.. but I see this as my chance.. and in those dark skies.. stars die.. but I'll be the one to stay for the longest. Sacrifices were made to get back here and I will not let that fall to be nothing. I'm hungry.. and just like a Hawk.. I'm going to lurk.. swoop..

And take my victim like I take my opportunities.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

(The camera opens to backstage at the Charles Koch Arena on Empire. EAW Interviewer Stan Lawson walks up to Stephanie Matsuda who is celebrating her victory over Cailin Dillon with Mao Ichimichi, Anthony Leonhart, and Aria Jaxon.)

Stan: Stephanie Matsuda if I can have a moment of your time, please-

Stephanie: Yeah Stan?

Stan: You just came off with arguably the biggest win of your career by defeating former Women’s and Specialist Champion Cailin Dillon! This match happened just one week after beating the matriarch of German Efficiency. 

Anthony: Not only did she beat her, but she BROKE her!

Mao: When Blasian Efficiency graced itself upon Tornado Alley, Wichita witnessed a sacred moment in Elite Answers Wrestling history: the rebirth of the War Goddess! 

Stan: How are you feeling right now Matsuda?

Stephanie: (grins) I’m feeling great Stan. I’m beat the hell up, but I’m on cloud nine!

Aria: No pun.

Stan: Well you’re advancing to the finals, but Sunday night you’re facing off against a couple you have a long history with, the same duo defeated you and Azumi Goto in the first round of last year’s Grand Prix: Alexis and Eclipse Diemos. Not to mention, Alexis is your opponent in the EOE semi-finals.

Stephanie: (half-smile) Time is a flat circle, isn’t it Stan? A year ago I was lost, under the thumb of the Diemos clan. A year later, I snapped their secret weapon like a  FREAKING TWIG in the middle of that very ring! (points) Down that hall Stan! Down that ramp, that redheaded rag doll is being carried by EMS! I overheard their conversation - there’s no way in HELL that two-faced hussie is EVER coming back! Welcome to Cloud Country Stan! Sheridan and Cailin didn’t have their passports, so their asses got DEPORTED! I was just looking at my phone laughing at all the sorry ass fanboys who doubted me! “Oh Cloudy’s inconsistent, she doesn’t have what it takes!” Huh? What was that!? I couldn’t hear what you said under the sound of YOUR SHATTERED DREAMS! 

(Stephanie snatches the mic from Stan Lawson and turns to the camera)

Stephanie: It’s time we end this charade Eclipse Diemos. I won’t lie - you and Alexis taught me the true meaning of savagery. You trained me to be unstoppable, to never question my motives! THIS Blasian bitch you see right here? The one who assassinated your sister’s career five minutes ago!? YOU made this Eclipse! YOU MADE THIS MONSTER THAT YOU SEE BEFORE YOU! And despite feasting on two of the most dangerous women in wrestling, I STILL HUNGER. (licks lips) It looks like you and wifey are next on my list. I won’t be hunting alone though; Anthony Leonhart will be running alongside me, going in for the kill! No hard feelings, but a part of me is going to enjoy breaking Alexis skin with these fangs! (shows teeth) This act is not cockiness - this is me embarrassing what I am! I am Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda, the War Queen of Empire, the Blasian Sensation of EAW! 

(Cloud moves closer to the camera)

Stephanie: I am the innovator of Blasian efficiency! The Dream Killer of Tornado Alley! I dine on legacies, swallow them whole, and they become MINE! I’m at my most dangerous! Why all of the sudden Cloud Matsuda is the must-see athlete on Empire, you ask? Because I stopped giving a f*bleep*k. Throw your accolades at my face. Try to get in my head. (shrugs) I made my choices, paid the price, and now I’m on the road to redemption. I saw and did it all. There’s nothing that anybody on this roster can do to me that wasn't already done. I just ended the career of a woman I once shared a bed with. I broke a promise that I would protect my little sister (sighs). There’s nothing Joseph and his black bride can take away from me. Because what exists in my heart, the driving force of the Autumn of Cloud can’t be taken away! You can’t put a price on life experience! What I do in that ring can’t be duplicated by NOBODY! What I share with the audience is an organic experience. As Cloud Country temporarily travels from Thursday to Sunday, we’re picking up true believers along the way! 

(Stephanie puts out her hand and makes a cupping gesture)

Stephanie: What I hold in my hands is the will of the EAW Universe. It’s an unseen force, once tapped into gives its user LIMITLESS ENERGY! This energy is my life source. This power is what keeps me going, the secret driving force behind the Cloud Country movement! I have to keep on fighting! I can’t go back to the days where the world doubted me as Haruna made me fall on my face week in and week out. It was only mere moments ago that I hugged a woman who was once a sworn enemy. Tonight Tarah Nova and I buried our turbulent past and are headed towards a bright future for the Empire brand. I want to be her champion and help her realize her vision. But first - (taps Aria) I may have to get through this one.

Aria: You know I’m ready for anything Cloud!

Stephanie: I know, sweets. Two people can have a friendly competition over the fate of an entire sub-industry. When I become Empress, that will be the very case for Aria and myself. I’m not shy to say I’m just several steps from realizing my goal. But yet, there’s another path that exists for me. The road to tag team glory with my dear brother in arms, Anthony Leonhart. We are the Roaring Lion and the War Queen. We are clients of the Ichimichi Zaibatsu. We are The Art of Fighting.

(EAW personality Monica Vaughan walks up to Cloud)

Monica: Stephanie. I-

(To everyone’s shock Cloud starts making out with Monica! She pulls away and looks back at the camera.)

Stephanie: Time is a flat circle. My first gf in EAW was a beautiful latina by the name of Ariana. She walked out of my life, and I ended up with Cailin Dillon, the very woman who nearly destroyed my heart. So I ruined her career AND took her woman. Elisa didn’t take kindly to the heart to heart Cai, and I had. Monica here understood and took my side. She believes I can make Empire a better place and represent the brand alongside my two best friends Aria Jaxon and Tarah Nova: EAW’s Formation of Sirens. Here I am just like in season 1 - my girls…

(Stephanie kisses Monica again) 

Stephanie: And MY girl, a beautiful Latina. Time is a flat circle ya’ll, stay woke. Eclipse and Alexis? It’s time we break this vicious cycle once and for all.

(Cloud takes Monica’s hand and walks away with Anthony, Mao, and Aria in tow.)

Tell me, Chris. Where was I bragging about Territorial Invasion? Where was I bragging about my match? The only person bringing up about my match is you. You even said so yourself--you thought it was a good match. If I was bragging, I would have been clutching on the match until my last breath. I would be saying monologues about how I was this fantastic competitor and I not only made history for me, but for women in general. Nah, that’s not what I did at all. Instead, it’s you out of all people that has been talking about this match. You’ve been talking about how the World Championship Match was great for “feminists” everywhere. That it brought a new wave of hope to the Womens Division. For someone who is claiming that I’m bragging, you are bringing up the match more than I am. I’m focused on making Di Consentes the first female tag team to win the Grand Prix. I am focused on making history. That is what I have said over and over for the past week. Still, that somehow gets ignored as you paint the picture of me having this giant ego. You make me out to be someone who loves to talk about herself, but you cannot be anymore wrong. 


Wow! What a fucking mouthful, Chris. The more that I begin to pick apart what you have said, the more I began to think the match got under your skin. I mean, it’s so fucking easy to get under your skin. I mean, HBG acknowledged you once and she made it so effortlessly to get under your skin. I can tell that you’re sweating right now. You began to falsely accuse people of random things. Just like you falsely accused me of bragging about my match. Just like you accuse the Heart Break Gal of being my lackey. I mean, you are just desperate to get under our skin. You are a little boy who thinks that he can box with two Goddesses. You’re just a new breed who thinks that he can face a legend like Mr. DEDEDE and win. You have some strange ambitions, Chris. I admire your determination to win. I admire the fact that you ignore the whole who laughs as you appear on their television sets every Sunday night. You can turn that around to fit your agenda. You can paint yourself to be the one EVERYONE likes seeing on Voltage. You can’t paint yourself to be the man that will be in the long list of names that lost to Mr. DEDEDE. Xavier Williams tried. Ryan Savage tried. It’s not simple to get a victory over The Gawd. As your Road to Redemption match gets closer and closer, I recommend that you get all the advice in the world you can. If you plan to march into your match think that you have the match in the bag, then you’ve already lost the match. You cannot walk into the match the way you are. Just like you cannot walk into the match on Showdown they way you are. You and Rex McAllister are a unit. You are Elite Tandem. You two are facing the competition to defeat tomorrow night.


Where did you get the impression that this was a joke? It was a fact. It was a shitty comparison and you have to admit it. Instead of actually thinking about my statement, you make a jab about me. I’ve defeated Aria Jaxon twice in the past -- Vixens Cup 2016 and Empire Episode: #1. Aria is not as immortal as you give her the impression to be. It’s not like she is going to give a damn and look at your videos. It’s not like praising her to the heavens and back is going to get her in your bed--you see, that was a joke. Perhaps, HBG was right. You are a dumbass. We have a dumbass running the country. We cannot let a dumbass win the Grand Prix as well. The Grand Prix needs Di Consentes to put the Tag Team Division back on track. We are the true saviors of this Division. Small-minded Chris Elite may not want to admit that, but it’s true. By tomorrow night, Elite Tandem will be nothing. They will be forgotten, but Chris knows the feeling of being forgotten. He also knows the feeling of having a partner above his level of skills. How does it feel, Chris? How does it feel knowing that Rex is so much better than you in every single way? How does it feel knowing that the moment the two of you lose to HBG and I, Rex will move on to his aspirations to qualify for the Extreme Elimination Chamber? At least, you have your match with Mr. DEDEDE to look forward too. It will be the last time you find yourself in the spotlight. It will be the last time Chris finds himself in a noteworthy match at one of the big four FPVs. As for Showdown, you should be quite use to having your team get their ass beat by GOATS. Perhaps, you can cry on Rex’s shoulder and make all the memories of Di Consentes kicking your ass disappear. 

Secure? Nah, I think confident is the word I meant, Rex. As it such a crime to believe that the Prix is Di Consentes’ for the taking? Am I a horrible person to believe that we are above all the lower classed competition? I’m confident about myself. I am confident in my position in the company. However, I am always looking for ways to push the envelope. I want to add more accomplishments to my name. I mean, that’s the goal of almost EVERY Hall of Famer in EAW. If you have a problem with that, then you can have a great conversation with Mr. DEDEDE or CM Banks and tell them that you have an issue with us legends taking all the titles, glory and camera time for ourselves. I can believe that they will put you in your place. Instead of going to them, you think approaching the Heart Break Gal and us is so much easier? You think that we’re going to be easier to stop dead in our tracks? How adorable. It’s quite laughable that there are people who think that we won’t make it to the finals. Rex McAllister wants to do the Grand Prix a favor and eliminate the bigger threats in the match! He wants to get rid of the most established people on the roster! HOW DARE CAMERON AND HBG TRY TO ADD ANOTHER ACCOMPLISHMENT TO THEIR LONG LIST OF ACCOMPLISHMENTS? HOW DARE DI CONSENTES BE SO SELFISH! HOW DARE THEY TAKE THIS ACCOMPLISHMENTS FROM NICE SEVEN YEAR ROOKIES LIKE CHRIS ELITE?! Dang, Rex! We are just self-delusional individuals. We are driven by money, gold and titles. Making history is in our blood. Is that what everyone thinks of us? Is that what everyone thinks what we think like? We are just the ugliest of the ugly. I mean, HBG and I should put our heads down in shame. We need to go back to our expensive ass houses and think about what horrible individuals we are. Perhaps, we can do that while we have our shiny ass Grand Prix trophy staring right back us. The moment we get a nice reflection on the grins on our faces, we are able to say “fuck you” to anyone who thought that they can take us down. You can’t take us down, Rex. No one is going to take down two very powerful Goddesses. It will be nice of you to try with all of your might, but you will sadly fail. You won’t crash and burn like Azrael and Ryan Adams did, but you will fail in your own way. The only pain to make the feeling of failure disappear will be probably becoming EAW Champion, but even your chances of attaining that accolade in 2017 seem like zero to none. It’s going to be amazing to watch you get destroyed by three different people on tomorrow night. Feeling failure once stings a bit, but twice in the same night? That ought to be discouraging for someone. A nice person like me wouldn’t think about doing that to you. Oh yeah, I’m not a nice person. Not that you didn’t get the impression in the first place. You don’t need to worry--we are taking this match very seriously. We are passionate about winning the Prix and becoming Tag Team Champions. We plan to slaughter any competition that stands in front of us. That means Elite Tandem. Honestly, such a shame that we both can’t advance. It would have been so much nicer to have stole your moment to become Grand Prix winners.But, hey! That’s how the tournament goes. It’s such a shame...for you two.

[size=15]Voltage Promo #1[/size]



[size=15]Monday, 11:51 PM., location unknown [/size]




[size=15](The scene opens in total darkness. Pitch black is all that fills the screen. In the distance, a faint voice can be heard, though the words which it utters cannot be made out. The voice comes thru slightly clearer as a the tiniest dot of a warm light stands in middle of the screen. Louder it grows, as the dot enlarges. The voice goes silent as the the light reveals a small room. The unpainted wood walls though barley illuminated are visibly rotting. The camera closes in on a crimson stain that reads ‘No end of strife, till the End Of Ages!’[/size]


[size=15]The camera pans to the right, slowly bringing into the frame the face of one of EAW’s most sinister and twisted competitors, the being known as Solomon Caine.)[/size]





[size=15]Caine: “On this day, millions of the masses drop all that they labor over. They forego their duties and responsibilities to both their masters, and themselves. Fools.  They only delay the inevitable. They only ever dwindle away what little time they have left. One can never be free of what they labor for, till it has been seen thru to its ultimate end. Either it's glorious vision made a reality, or its untimely demise brought about before it could see that day. That is why you heathens can never truly find rest. For what you seek, can never be found. What you desire, shall never come to pass. Time shall sap away your strength, and you shall all be tossed into the grave as empty, hollow shells. This is what this world shall bring to you, this what becomes of those who follow the desires of their hearts, those who chase empty dreams, and those who do not work towards bringing about the glorious reign here upon this earth. [/size]


[size=15]Would you again deny this Keelan Citinich?  You speak of all you have accomplished, but what evidence is there for you to present?  What have you achieved besides becoming another false idol to weak minded wretches who pledged themselves to everyone the wind would blow along their path. It was not you who earned a victory over Carlos Rosso, that right belongs to Lars Grier. You failed in capturing all the gold you so wholly sought out with all your might you could muster. You faltered completely not but a year ago, and still you proceed on without having learned anything. We ask you again what have you accomplished?  And because we know you cannot see what lies plainly before you, we shall remind you that all we have brought about a part of the great beast known as Sanatorium.  We destroyed the mind and influence of Zack Crash. We burned down the den of wolves that plagued you and countless others. We helped bring about the breaking of the machine know as Y2Impact, we brought about the demolishing of HDRO and now this Great Beast has grown and feeds off the souls of Voltage, Dynasty, and Empire!  You could have joined our glories. We could have awoken that which lays dormant inside you, that you might truly live up to the name killer. Instead you choice to bind yourself to one who is a crippled and helpless as you. Truly you are made for each other. For like her, you blame the ones who tried to break you from weakness, from your ineptitude. Neither you nor her could Learn as McAdams has. Neither one of you could find enough strength inside yourselves to break the chains that have weighed you down. [/size]

[size=15]This is why both of you consistently fail. It has always been, and so shall it always be. You are time and again confronted by your weakness, and yet here you are to deny it. Do you think that your words shall sway the outcome of what shall happen by week's end?  Do you think that by living in denial of all you lack that you shall somehow make up for all the areas you fall short in?  We go forth into every battle to attain the strength needed to bring about  all that we have foreseen eons ago. With every battle we purge ourself of that which hinders us. With every defeat we seek to make ourself more worthy of all that is to come. You Keelan Citinich, you simply chose to continually gouge out your own eyes rather than behold an uncomfortable truth.  Deny us all you wish, it will not change anything, it shall not bring a positive outcome to your fortune. It shall not change that our brother Amadeus possesses gold that you would trade your limbs to hold for but a moment. It shall not alter that Our brother Apocalypse left you broken and battered. It shall not change that you cannot overcome ourself, nor Jon McAdams who stands now by our side. And it shall not change that you shall be helpless when you bare witness to your harlot being torn limb from limb before your very eyes! YOU WILL KNKW WHY WE ARE THE NIGHTMARE OF VOLTAGE WHEN YOU SEE HER LYING LIFELESS AT OUR FEET!!!  THIS SHALL HAUNT YOU FOR ALL ETERNITY!  HER SCREAMS SHALL FOREVER RING IN YOUR HEART AND MIND AND EAR!!!  This is your Nightmare Keelan Citinich, and it shall be our utmost pleasure to bring it to you.”[/size]



[size=15](An evil and almost sly grin just creeps up in the face of Caine. But as quickly as it comes, it's gone and in its place is an intense, and disturbing stare that portrays both an unrelenting  rage that ebbs and flows with a sadness of the soul.)[/size]






[size=15]Caine: “Madison, poor misguided Madison. How is it that this lying wretch with whom you lay with, has convinced you that you hold even a single chance of walking away claiming victory?  What good would that victory even be, when we make you into a prime example of what becomes of those who align themselves with those who would try to[/size]
[size=15]Undermine all that the great beast is bringing about?!  Has his poisonous words made you so ignorant?  You are blinded by your attachment to him. You have let him twist your mind just as he has his own. Both of you were defeated in your attempts last year to capture these titles. Both of you in humiliating fashion were done away with in but a heart beat. We have never gazed on such a pair who would boast so greatly about how they could only do better in this outing. How they delight in the fact that they faltered and laid defeated. This is why you could never truly be our sister. This self deception that you have ensnared yourself in.  If You are superior as claim to be, than why were you not able to conquer over Aria Jaxion?  If you believe the same of Keelan, that why has he never conquered this flesh that we inhabit?  This LIE that you worship, we must see it crushed, even if it means crushing you along with it. [/size]


[size=15]This disease of deception, we dare not let in infect more of those who wonder the earth. So though it means you would be crushed and torn asunder, it is what must be done. [/size]



[size=15]You spoke of how it was fate that has delivered you into our hands, and so shall it be fate whom you curse after we break you in body, and spirit. Forever wounded shall you be, a reminder to both yourself and your lover,  the might of the great beast. Shattered as the finest glass, you shall spend the remainder of your years, teaching to others what you yourself should have learned long ago. You dare to mock what has been raised up and become greater than you could ever hope to withstand.  Madison, a day of reckoning for all of your faults is laying in wait for you. Sooner than you realize, the mole hill that you Proclaim greatness from, shall be washed away in cleansing flood. [/size]


[size=15]When it does, please understand that it was done not for the betterment of a select few. No, the ultimate end of your joys, and pleasures were brought about that countless others might be spared a fate so terrible, we dare not speak about it. We do it not for our glory, and not even for the glory of the monster that shall swallow up all whom oppose it whole. We do it, for the ones who might witness our truth conquering the lies which pour out from your mouth without ceasing. We do this that those who have eyes may see, and those who have ears may hear!  Those who do not fling themselves at every leach with a silver tongue as you have. Remember we'll Madison, it was holding on to the deception with all your heart that brought about your downfall. For with that act, you cast yourself in bonds stronger than iron, to a deadman. [/size]



[size=15]Take heed of our words, do not discard them as you always. Take hold of them, and prepare yourselves for what we foretold. Hear them well, for in time you shall see this Nightmare best all who dare to stand before it. You shall all witness it rise up and power over those who possess the glorious gold. And with that gold, the eyes of the masses shall turn towards us as we overrun Empire, Dynasty, Showdown, and Voltage and send their best cowering away with but one blow.  This shall come to pass, so let it be known that we proclaimed it here and now!  For when it does come about, when you see this monster uncaged and roaming all the lands to feed on all whom it comes across, when you see it spitting out the bones, neither of you shall be able to deny its works any longer. [/size]


[size=15]Oh yes, this is what the hands of fate have labored Tirelessly to arrange. This is what destiny has spent every moment conjuring up. Remove the vail from your eyes. Take in what you shall see. For in the end, all that we have spoken of shall be made so.”[/size]



[size=15](The camera holds on Caine for a long, silent moment as his gaze burns a hole thru the lens of the camera.)[/size]




[size=15]THE END. [/size]

DYNASTY PROMO #1: TARGET PRACTICE

Target.

Earlier tonight on Dynasty, I've taken the chance to step into that ring with our new General Manager StarrStan and I felt like something was missing. I saw him talking about that Glass Gauntlet match that was happening at House of Glass and once I heard that it was for the EAW Hardcore Championship.. I knew exactly what I wanted. I started OFF with that EAW Hardcore Championship. I was one of the men to actually put respect to the name of that title and I was actually the one who was seen to be extreme. I did everything for it and I always had to watch my back because back then you had to make sure you weren't on your back getting pinned anywhere you were because you could lose it at anytime. But this time.. this is difference. This upcoming week I have to take on.. Target Smiles. Now let me make sure you know who I am Target.. I've stepped back into an EAW ring to make a full on statement. This isn't just about the title.. this is about showing who I really am. Showing that I'm making I'm still the same Hurricane Hawk that worked his way here. Target I want you to know exactly that when you step into that ring with me, it's NEVER going to be easy. You're not just a competitor with me next week but at House of Glass as well.. and just like Dynasty.. you're going to face defeat at House of Glass. Target, I'm not your average joe. I'm not one of these kids on NEO trying to make a name for myself, I'm a LEGEND. But I'm not a myth, because when I step into that ring I prove everything that I say. So when I say I'm going to literally take your heart out and make you face disappointment because you will ALWAYS fall short to me.. just be prepared for it. Throw every single thing that you can at me and I'll show you exactly why I'm one of the most RESILIENT ELITIST in this business. You think I'll just fall down and give up.. you've got something else coming. You see.. all of your little fans.. they like to have smiles.. But what they don't realize is under that mask.. you're nothing but a fraud. A frown.. because you CAN'T do anything right to make a name for yourself. Target you can say that you've done things and you can say that you're going to beat me but really.. why lie to all of the people that are supporting you? All of the frowns on their faces once they see how much of a FAKE you are. You'll never step to my level. IF you want to believe to the people that are saying "Hawk is washed up.. it'll be easy," think again. I will step up to anyone that wants to be in the way of what I'm reaching for.. and this time.. I'm going for that EAW Hardcore Championship. 

I RETIRED that championship because of the fact that NO ONE else deserved because everybody who put their hands on it BUT ME.. ruined it. They didn't know the meaning of HARDCORE. Hardcore isn't just grabbing a weapon.. Hardcore is a lifestyle.. I WAS HERE.. WHEN THIS BUSINESS WAS COMMITTED TO EXTREME. You don't know me, but you will soon.. You'll get to see just how good I am.. you'll get to see why I've been to the top of this business. I'm not a let down like you are.. Tell me Target... why couldn't you be the EAW Answers World Championship contender? Because you FAILED. You aren't made for this Target. As much as you want to believe that you're going to step to the top of this business and BE something.. you won't ever be. So while these fans are riding your wave and believing in you, hoping for you to become the new number one contender.. I'm going to be the underdog. I'm going to be the ELITIST that no one believes in.. no one sees coming through and actually doing the impossible. I might have matured.. but I'm still one of the best to step into an EAW ring. I'm going to show up to Dynasty next week with everybody RIDING your coattails and I'm going to knock you right off the pedestal. Then, it's going to be the same at House of Glass when you could have ALL THE MOMENTUM IN THE WORLD.. and you'll just come up short to me again.. This isn't a game. This isn't just about grabbing the opportunity, this about showing that I mean business. I know a lot of people expect me to just up and go and disappear once again.. but this.. this is once and a lifetime. This is for me to STAND BACK UP ON MY FEET.. AND CLIMB.. CRAWL.. AND NAIL just to show that I'm aiming for the top. This opportunity means EVERYTHING to me. I didn't just step out there to StarrStan just to ask for the opportunity just so I could fall on my ass and have to do it again. I'm not FAILING TO ANYONE.. ESPECIALLY NOT YOU TARGET. You really are what your name is.. my next Target. You're going to be the VICTIM.. of not only just regret.. unsuccess. And once you realize that you thought you were getting somewhere.. you're going to see that I'm ALWAYS going to be one step ahead of you. When you realize that that spotlight isn't on you.. you're going to see that it's on ME. Because this is WHAT THESE PEOPLE COME HERE FOR. They come here to see me doing what I DO BEST.. and I'm SO sorry that you have to fall to be just another name on the list of Elitist who just can't touch me. I'm a walking PLETHORA OF SUCCESS.. THESE PEOPLE WANT TO BE ME.. They idol me.. So keep that frown upside down. You see.. you're just a target to me.. you're what I like to call prey.. I'm hungry.. I've been out of this business for far too long to fall again. My objective is simple: kill all in-sight. So I'm glad you're going to make it so easy for me..

Because you're going to taste this Assassination like an arrow on a bulls-eye.

 
First off, hunny, clean up your damn grammar. You’re putting on a pitiful performance already and then coming at the world about your performance against someone who isn’t employed by this company by her own accord. But what did you think you could expect this week? Did you think you could show off some friends, try to diagnose me like you have any idea who I am and then throw a cup and I’d be scared of you or something? It’s ridiculous. It’s not underestimating you in anyway. Honestly, it’s pretty pathetic that you’d talk about that. I’ll get to that though, relax. I don’t care about your aspirations or hopes and dreams. I don’t care a bit about how much you want to win Empress of Elite, either.
 
Let’s just go right on that crown you hold so dear. You’re coming at the world full steam, as hard as you can, taking this seriously in an attempt to make it to the top. You want to know why people don’t take you seriously sometimes? Bingo. Open your fucking eyes to how you’ve long been your own biggest problem. You’ve made mistake after mistake. And now, NOW, you’re going all out and hoping people think about you in terms of the best. See, I also kind of thought you were already there. So then when did that change? Did it all change when you went to Italy to find yourself? Because you didn’t need that either. And that’s where it comes back around to that crown. I told everyone I was going to win it last year because I was damn sure going to win it. But did I need it? No. I could have done it all even without it. You? You’re obsessed with it because you think this is what you need. You can’t do it without the crown. You know what that means? You’re the predator in search of prey, yeah, but your prey is the crown. The bigger predator you have to worry about is still me. Because I don’t need that crown, but I’d still proudly do everything I’d do to Aria to you. That crown must feel elusive after how far off you were last year. But it will feel even further off after you crash this car into a pole at 90 miles per hour and fail to walk away under your own power.
 
You think you know me at all? After all of this time, all of the personal and professional moments, you prove you don’t know me at all. I’m nothing like you. I train harder than you. I fight harder than you. And I kick ass at a rate you can only hope to. What you did last week really wasn’t anything at all. You faced an unfocused idiot at her last end’s wit. That’s not who I am at all. And you know that. Yet what I see here is you trying to maneuver through the road and make all the right turns and instead swerving off the road into that big tree you never saw coming. Your “full power” is just another ridiculous attempt to try and separate you from every other version of fail you continue to present me along the way. Because as much as people accuse me of aligning myself with other people, you haven’t been able to figure out who you are for about as long as you’ve been working here. So whether it’s Meow yesterday, War Queen tomorrow and broken and battered tomorrow or anything in between, I will still beat your ass all over my ring as I like. I might be with a different group of friends, but I still fight as hard as anyone you know. You might think I’m a bitch, but I’ll still drop your dreams in this match like a sack of potatoes that was too damn full of yourself. I think you’re acting like a total idiot, but then again, you’re still the same person, too.
 
You’re trying to treat me like I’m sort of angsty teen that’s just mad at the world and I want someone to give me everything I desire and never tell me no. It’s not like that at all. I’m still doing things on my own terms. I’m not you. I don’t take orders and I don’t follow commands like someone’s little bitch. I’ll never need someone else to speak for me and I’ll never need you again. That’s just the truth of the situation and there’s nothing else to it. This Cailin that you think is so different is playing a long game with her opponent, setting up a match that will probably be talked about for as long as EAW exists. Hell, even after. You’re just some idiot that lives in denial. You talk mad shit on me when you know that all you’d do with that crown is just spoil it and find yourself sitting on the sidelines once again. That big, sad frown on your face and tears rolling down your cheeks and landing on your Italian girlfriend’s stilettos while she gets ready for her shift at whatever local strip club. And then what are you? Some big war hero? Some big time general that we’re all supposed to follow? No chance in hell you ever reach either one of those places, And that’s your problem. You’re always trying to be someone you aren’t. You found the right formula a long time ago, lost one time and decided to reinvent everything about yourself as often as you possibly can.
 
So tell me how long you’ll spend trying to figure out last week? When you were busy deeming yourself the hero for beating Sheridan Müller and seeing the last people you ever suspected showing up to get involved, you failed to realize I’m not some evil entity trapping you in place and making sure you never get what you want. I was right there, showing my allegiance to this roster alongside a sister who lives alongside the man who helped me cut my teeth in an EAW wrestling ring. You keep trying to figure out what role you had in all of this Sanatorium stuff. You fail to accept the truth. You don’t matter. It has nothing to do with you. It has everything to do with him. This is part of my family. This is part of my identity. And there’s nothing to regret about people who love you and only want to see the best from you. You look at Alexis and Eclipse and see people who took time away from your career when you should have been winning more. Like none of that was your own doing with your stupid decisions and awful affinity for the woman that continues to help Carlos Rosso appear irrelevant at every turn. Accept that this is my decision. Accept that this is my life. You’re not apart of what I do anymore. I never needed your approval and I never will. And I never live with regrets. I don’t regret my time with you. I don’t regret my time with any group. These experiences have molded me to be the person I am today. Because I’ve always known who I am. I’m Cailin Fucking Dillon? Who are you? Stephanie? Cloud? War Queen? Meow’s bitch? Aria’s friend?  Or just overall fake as hell and trying to pretend you’re something you’ve never been and will never be? You tell me, because I think the world will never know that answer. We’ll only know what Stephanie punctuates every era of her career with. Failure.
 
Since we both mentioned Aria, I’ll go down that route for you. If you win this crown you won’t beat her either, so get off your high horse. I love the way you try to get at me with little shots in the media, claiming I’ll never beat her. It feels like jealousy. You know you’ll never have a rivalry as interesting as the one I have with Aria. And even if she does have the upperhand, who cares right now. Everyone is always talking about the next matchup between us every time we end a match. And you’ll never be able to say the same about you and her, no matter how hard you get over the thought of beating her yourself. A win over Aria wouldn’t bring you the fulfillment you desire so hard. It’d just make the world wonder how long until Cloud messes something else up and ends up on her ass in some other dire situation. But I’ll just keep on fighting at the top level, crown or no crown, and I’ll keep on meeting Aria, win or lose, and I will keep on being looked at as one of the faces that runs this place. There’s not a goddamn thing you can do about that, hunny.
 

I don’t care about your parties. I don’t care about your relationship. I don’t give a shit about your opinions about me. Please waste your breath over and over as much as you wish this week, make your cute little webcam videos with your buddies and show your fake as fuck spirit with your hilarious bursts of anger. You might be driven enough to guide a country to being the first to walk on Mars. But I’m a different breed, baby. I’m always reaching higher than you can imagine. What, Jupiter? Saturn? Fuck that. Your imagination just can’t even pinpoint this. Just like you can’t really pinpoint what it takes to beat me. Because you don’t know. And I will take you and your Empress of Elite dreams to the graveyard. It will never be personal, but it will be professional. I will put you through the paces and expose you. Everyone already knows what Cloud Matsuda is. But maybe they need a reminder.

Stephanie Matsuda’s Hotel room in Grand Forks.

(Cloud’s webcam turns on with her sitting down while rubbing her eyes. On the table next to her is a cup of coffee and phone. She’s wearing a Brooklyn College t-shirt, and her hair is tied back in a ponytail. In the background, Aria Jaxon, Astrea Jordan, Erica Ford, and Savannah Sunshine can be seen getting their things ready.)

Stephanie: Morning EAW Universe. Welcome back to my life (sip). Apparently, a lot has happened in less than 24 hours-

Astrea: (yells) We got lit last night!

Savannah: (yells) I HAD CANDY FLAVORED VODKA!

Aria: I thought you didn’t drink.

Savannah: Oops. Soda! I meant soda!

Stephanie: Guys!

Girls: Sorry, Cloudy!

Stephanie: Anyways, where was I? So after Empire last night, the world caught wind of a particular German’s temper tantrum. Now I don’t know the details, but word has it that she threatened to leave after I beat her. So no I didn’t ‘slay the Nazi,' but it was fun running with that for a few hours. I just want to make that clear before things get out of hand-

Aria: Technically you did slay her Steph! She wasn’t acting right after losing to you, so Tare kicked her ass out of the arena!

Astrea: Yo, after that bell rang Cloudy got up in her face like “LIL BITCH, YOU CAN’T F’ WITH ME IF YOU WANTED TO!"


Aria: THESE EXPENSIVE, THESE IS RED BOTTOMS, THESE IS BLOODY SHOES!

Erica: Uh, oh yeah- HIT THE STORE, I CAN GET 'EM BOTH, I DON’T WANNA CHOOSE!

Savannah: AND I'M QUICK, CUT A NINJA OFF, SO DON’T GET COMFORTABLE!

Everyone: SAVANNAH!

Savannah: What? I said, ninja! NINJA!

Everyone: Oh.

Stephanie: Guys! (sighs) So, yeah, I didn’t retire Sheridan, though she's threatening to quit-

Aria: I HOPE TARAH FIRES HER ASS!

Stephanie: (rolls her eyes) Because she lost to me or something. I don’t know (shrugs). Moving on, I find myself in a unique situation regarding my next opponent.

(Stephanie closes her eyes and goes quiet for a moment. Aria notices and walks over to her friend, hugging her from behind.)

Aria: It’s okay sweets. We’ll give you some space if you need it. You got this.

Stephanie: Thanks ‘Ria. 

Savannah: GROUP HUG!

(Astrea, Erica, and Savannah surround Aria and Steph with one giant hug. Afterward, the girls start walking out singing the rest of “Bodak Yellow” on the way out. Several moments later, Stephanie opens her eyes, looking away from the camera.)

Stephanie: I didn’t think we would meet this soon in the tournament, Cailin. You and I haven’t exchanged words with one another in months. It’s kind of surreal to see you in the hallway, walking around with Alexis. It was even weirder to see the both of you protect me when Sheridan tried to sneak attack me. I’m on...unique terms with Alexis. It’s difficult to explain our relationship at the moment. The same goes for our situation.

(Stephanie takes a sip of coffee and stares at the camera)

Stephanie: For those of you who don’t know Cai and I have a shared history that goes beyond the ring. That’s all I’m going to say about that, the rest you can look up on Wikipedia and the dirt sheets. What matters at the moment is that I’ll be stepping into the ring with the most dangerous woman in the world. We’ve danced before, and I ended up with a bruised jaw while trying to break her leg (shrugs). Sometimes it is like that. In my EAW.com interview, I discussed what it takes to beat Aria Jaxon. Today, I will speak about how I will fight Cailin Dillon.

(Stephanie blinks a few times and puts on her glasses)

Stephanie: To know and understand someone like Cailin is like trying to understand the behavior of a carnivorous creature who prefers to hunt solo. Like a tiger, if you will. She is relentless in pursuit of the prey, doing anything and everything to deliver the killing blow. But, she’s not stupid. She will retreat, wait for another opportunity to strike again. How does one fight someone who lurks in the shadows? How does one face a predator? By making them the prey. 

(Stephanie pauses for a moment as if weighing what she just said)

Stephanie: You are my prey, Cailin Dillon. I don’t have time to wait around, wondering when you will come at me from the shadows. Since the Awards Show, you’ve had Aria in your sights, waiting to deliver the final blow to her reign. Try if you must, it matters not to me. You’re standing in my path to glory, and I’m going to do whatever it takes to break through you. I’m not going to lie - the naive, adorable Sky Princess you were once fond of is still there. That side of me will always exist. But, it’s not something you will be able to exploit sweets. The legend of the War Queen is indeed real, and you saw evidence of that last night. That Cloud City was a message sent to every woman and man who will step into the ring with me from here on out. I am not the pushover people expect me to be. I’m a fighter, a teacher, a sister, a friend, and a lover. Last night thousands of fans poured their hearts out to me on social media, telling me how much they have my back. The locker room has my back. The Ichimichi Zaibatsu has my back. I haven’t felt this secure in a long time, Cai. Security breeds confidence. That confidence is what helped me advance to the quarterfinals. 

(sips coffee)

Stephanie: I’m a different kind of hunter than you. I don’t lurk in the shadows with my eyes peeled through the bushes. I walk through the jungle with the sun shining upon me. I want you to know I’m coming for you. I want you to understand why I will beat you. It’s because the Cailin I’m going to fight isn’t the Cailin I fought before. You were once someone who took pride in her work ethic while finding time to enjoy life on your terms. You wanted to win but relished a good challenge. These days you’re a bitter soul, obsessed with breaking someone who already has and will always have your number. All the broken belts and crowns in the world don't mean a damn thing when someone can read like a book. You can use this wake-up call to know and understand this: I am not Aria. I will f*bleep*k you up all across that ring if need be. Do you want to start breaking things? How about I break any hope you have of advancing to the finals. In fact, I’ll go even further - I’ll destroy your far-fetched dream of finally beating her in the squared circle. Because in a few weeks, we’ll have a new Empress; severals months later, a new champion. Keep living in the past, chasing ghosts down rabbit holes. I’ll be running down victory road to the future. I didn’t want to come out swinging Cai, but I’m serious about EOE. I fought the best match I’ve had in awhile last week, and I’m riding that momentum to the finish line. You once told me yourself that I have all the tools in the world to be champ. Welp, this is me opening my toolbox.  

(Stephanie tries to sip coffee but sees throw cup is empty and throws it away.) 

Stephanie: I’m not trying to be your enemy Cai. I’m just addressing any assumptions about how you think this match will go. Those who underestimate no longer vex me. Nor am I star-struck but you or Aria’s presence. I’ve come to understand that in EAW, accolades are a weapon, an intimidation tactic to get in your opponent’s head. The last person to do that to me just got sent to Cloud City. Maybe you should visit sometime; I hear it’s nice this time of year. Unless you prefer to stay in Prescott Hills, sleeping your days away, dreaming about the day you finally dethrone the world champion. I’ve been there, done that. Now, I’m putting thought into action. This Thursday, beating you is the objective. The week after my sights will be set on Astrea or Alexis. One by one you will all be humbled by the War Queen.

(Steph laughs for a moment)

First words I speak to you in a while, and it’s a declaration of war. Such the life we lead sweets. I wonder what was going through your mind during last year’s EOE. What drove you to the finals? After you won the crown and the belt, how did you feel? I’m curious to know the difference between Cailin then and Cailin now because I don’t see the same woman anymore. Something had to give for you to regress and pull a Cloudy 2016 on the EAW Universe. Maybe you always felt comfortable around Eclipse; I don’t know. Maybe the purpose of my recruitment was to draw you closer to the Sanatorium. All I know is that a year from now you’re going to regret every decision you made from here on out. You’re going to look in the mirror and not even recognize who’s staring back at you. It’s still going to be a while before it hits you, but when that day comes, you’re going to feel the loneliest you’ve ever had in your entire life. When that day comes, we’ll talk. Been there, done that and all that jazz. 

(Stephanie leans back)

Stephanie: I won’t take up your time much longer. You’re going to need to spend every chance in the gym to get ready for me. Maybe Alexis can offer some words of wisdom of what it means to fight me at full power. Then again, I’m not blind with revenge. My mind is clear of all distraction as I’m feeling better than I have in years. This seems like a fresh start to the Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda legacy, a test of my years of training. It is only fitting that you get to see the fruits of my labor. Just don’t expect to break my arm - just hope I don’t break yours.

(Stephanie stands up)

Stephanie: Stay woke.

(camera goes off)

Where does the line between the truth and an excuse lie? If one even exists that is.

Because what I'm about to say is all truth, 100% fact. But I know it can be easily misconstrued and taken as excuses instead, and I want to know what will people, most importantly my opponent for Dynasty Khas... Kham... Khamsin... do with the revelation.

So many times in the past I have said something, presented it as the truth, but then have it be twisted and worked against me. But I won't run away from my failure at Territorial Invasion, I'll address it head on, with the truth.

The truth, ah if only spoken word could be underlined and bolded. 

As said last week, when I envisioned my plans for Territorial Invasion they certainly didn't involve me being a pawn in a feud which I literally couldn't care less about. I wanted to defend my Hardcore Championship, I wanted to give it the spotlight and pedestal that it deserves but of course, I couldn't have that. I was forced to put my championship on the back burner while I got dragged into a feud between two bickering, middle-aged men. And it wasn't just me, our Answers World Champion was also passed up, and he even got it worse than me! Presented as a curtain jerker, he had to defend the most prestigious championship on Dynasty, maybe in all of EAW... in the opening match. The Answers World Championship defended in the first match of the night, the Hardcore Championship not defended at all... ALL SO STARRSTAN AND SEBASTIAN MONROE COULD GET CENTER STAGE!

There was no better option, they're equally garbage... a night wasted, essentially an entire brand wasted, pulling up limp as both Showdown and Voltage stole the show, Dynasty in a very clear third place.

But hey! Congratulations to StarrStan! I wonder how long it's going to take before he crowns himself the Answers World Champion.

I'm betting four months, there'll be a pool after next week's Dynasty, I encourage you all to join in.

I didn't care, I couldn't care so obviously I didn't put all of my effort in, would it have been nice to be the #1 contender? Sure, but I'm not an overly greedy man, I already have one championship and in a few months we have a Free-Per-View that gives five men an opportunity at the Answers World Champion and his championship. Getting one of those five spots will be a lot easier than going through an entire team, and then the rest of your team to get one.

So there.

But...

Despite the acknowledgement, despite the confession... I'm still somewhat embarrassed. Even without my full effort it still wasn't a particularly good performance, and to make it even worse... I was eliminated by the man I have to defend my championship against at House of Glass... so I'm not exactly in the best mood.

So it's almost a godsend that this week, StarrStan has decided to give me Khamsin.

Maybe... StarrStan isn't so bad after all.

Nah, he's still horrible.

I mean that with no disrespect Khamsin, well... maybe some... but no malicious intent. After Territorial Invasion, I need an easy week, but not so easy that I get the week off... I need a way to get my aggression out. As much as I want to, whenever I want to, enter you.

I'm sure you have bigger aspirations for this week, much like I did last week... but just like me, you're not going to get what you want. This is not going to be the tale of Khamsin upsetting the Hardcore Champion, this isn't going to be your big break, this isn't the week where you're going to start opening some eyes, this is the week where you fall to Scott Diamond. 

You gave a real good speech, granted it was your typical run-of-the-mill rookie talk where he props himself and tries his very best to try and tear down the veteran. Usually it wouldn't work... but there was something, maybe in your delivery, it was passionate, strong, borderline empowering and maybe, just maybe, if this were any other week you'd have a chance. But alas, it's the wrong week, maybe the only wrong week on the entire calendar, that's pretty awful luck. But there's no need to worry too much, despite the vexation that I have bottled up inside me, I won't make you suffer any longer than you need to, maybe just one Point Blank Bicycle Kick... if it's a good enough one. I'll make it as quick as I can.

Or... at least I'll try.

And if I fail...

Blame StarrStan.

JET Queen of the Ring 2016. That was the last tournament I won. 16 women from around the world walked into the squared circle for three days in Korakuen Hall. That’s in Tokyo for you non puroresu fans. I walked in expecting to give my best, and the universe returned in kind by granting me the crown and a successful title shot at the JET World Championship. A fitting story for someone who co-founded the company itself. You may not know this Astrea, but I was the JET Champion when EAW signed me. I humbly gave up my title in search of new challenges. You, my dear, are one of those new challenges.

I watched your debut back in January. You have what it takes Ms. Jordan, but there’s so much more you have to learn. I’m not going to kid myself - your youth and physical attributes will have the edge over my own, but I’ve been in this game before you were even born. I would say the smart move is not to underestimate what I can deliver in that squared circle. I’m the oldest member of Empire, but I am the most experienced. I know the ring like the back of my hand my dear. I don't mean to boast but provide a warning. This situation is nothing new to me. What you think might happen in that ring may go a different way. Heck, whatever I think may happen may not. The match-up is new for the both of us; a tournament for a title shot isn’t new for me. I know what it takes to reach the finals: resilience, skill, vigor. You have to out last your foes day after day, relying on your stamina and your in-ring experience. 

This season is my final year as a pro wrestler. I’ve traveled across the globe, seen more things than most people would do in several lifetimes. I couldn’t think of a better final capstone to my career than to win the Empress of Elite, and eventually the Women’s World Championship. Legacy is an ever evolving process; it’s directions based on one’s rewards and consequences. You’ve already suffered a consequence at the hands of one Brody Sparks. I can only hope you would get your justice, but it won’t be at my expense. 

(laughs for a moment)

What a way to start off the Empress of Elite tournament with an angel versus a goddess. A woman whose career has just begun versus one whose journey is coming to a close. Sunrise vs. sunset, meeting at the dusk that is Empire, specifically the EOE tournament. You will have countless chances to achieve your dreams, my dear. Someone with your level of skill will be here for a very long time. As for me? I need to make things happen ASAP. My protege Goto-san may have distracted me from my plans, but my goal remains: a fruitful year in EAW. 

I’ll play by the rules Ms. Angel of Justice, but at the end of the day, the Goddess of Puroresu will thrive.

 
 
Now last week’s big mess of a verbal warfare is out of the way, the Ace of Empire is here preparing for the Empress of Elite, the big tradition now for all the women of EAW to compete to find out who the next holder of Empress of Elite will be and get a title shot for Road To Redemption for the title of their choice. Either take a gamble and go up against the supposedly unbeatable champion in Aria or true your colors as a workhorse of this company and attempt to become the Specialist Champion. Pick your poison when it comes to this tournament, even when you win you’ll be considered the underdog. Speaking of underdog have gone online and seen my odds of winning when it comes to betting. People are about to lose a crap ton of their life’s work when I win EOE. It’s not over-confidence here, it’s more like self-confidence. It’s the self-confidence when I tell you that I’m the best wrestler on Empire. It’s self-confidence when I say that I’m better than Empire’s so called best. Which my opponent for this week definitely isn’t, I’m stuck facing some piece of trash that’s pretty much on her way out this company and towards the unemployment line. I really mean it, honestly things won’t be looking good for Heidi by the end of this week. Everything will be upside down when you suffer your eventual loss to The Ace of Empire.
 
Personally, I want to say this but don’t be surprised by it but I’m going to bored by EoE if I’m given low rate opponents on my way to becoming the winner of Empress of Elite 2017. Opponents like Heidi aren’t going to spark up my interest anytime soon. I understand that Champs aren’t in this tourney but still, it’s boring with the lack of competition right now from my opponents. Like really? Revy, Heidi, Amy FUCKING JAYNE. Are these the people who we think can be The Empress Of Elite…. NOPE! The brand would collapse, the stocks for EAW would plummet, and in general, it would kill the Women’s Division again if someone like those three were to win the tournament. Now, do I care about winning EOE? Of course! If there’s something that benefits me then I’m taking a full on chance with it, a title shot for the winner.
 
What a way to leap your career to a new level, a big match at one of the big four FPVs of EAW.
 
But that’s for one of us and that one is certainly not you Heidi. No matter what you say or don’t say, you’ll be out in the first round because you got paired against me. Someone else would not have tried against you but in my case, I’m just not going to care about you in this match. You’re just nobody #4, a step above La Diva but will always be below the ones with greatness in them like yours truly right here. As much as I don’t agree with most people on this roster, they’ll probably agree when I say that you aren’t worth the time and effort that I’m wasting right now on you. Just for this single match where the odds of you winning are slim to none.


It’s simply like that; someone like The Ace of Empire doesn’t need to worry about someone like Heidi, who is destined for nothing but disappointment in life. That’s what your time in EAW will be like and as your Ace of Empire, I will show that to you, Heidi. The Kamigoye is usually reserved for killing gods but I guess I can settle with killing an annoying roach for this week. One knee strike, it’s going to take only one as I’m heading to the top of the mountain with not a single soul in my way of getting to there.


Heidi, if you decide to even say a word this week and I don’t care if you or don’t because either way I won’t I’m still beating you in that ring, I want you to remember the phrase that I always say…. You can simply
 

Assen! Na~yo!

 
It’s been one day since people started talking about this year’s edition of Empress of Elite, and already you can see them swirling like cats chasing the smallest prey. These women see what they most desire, shining and shimmering in all its brightest gold in the middle of their pussy pile and they growl and moan at each other in anticipation of being the one that gets to shine brightest at the end. But me? I stand on the outside, towering above them all like a goddamned lion. When they pounce for that spot like kittens I will charge in with nothing more than a few steps and I will wipe them out of the way. If that’s what I want to do. I’ll sink all 15 of these girls’ collective dreams in one nasty shipwreck if it’s what I want to do. I’ll take what I want when I want to, and there’s little any of you can actually do about it. Oh, you’ll fight me of course and you’ll squirm and scream and try to come for my head. But you will fail, like so many of you have before. This was my yard a year ago, and you might as well call it my house now. I’m not into fake monarchies. I’m just into taking what benefits me the most. You might wonder how that separates me from any of you? I’ll tell you. While the rest of you are busy with petty squabbles amongst each other on that journey that leads you to a crown, I’ll be right here knocking you over with two fingers and making you tap, tap, tap your dreams away when you can feel them right in their grasp. Let me show you just how fucking desperate these girls really are.
 
(Cailin picks up a bag and reaches inside to pull out a crown that appears to be the one she won from last year’s Empress of Elite tournament. She twists it with two hands and breaks off a piece of it.)
 
Just imagine those women right here in front of me. With this one, sharp piece of an old useless crown, I could toss it out into the middle of their circle and watch them literally attempt to stab each other to death. That’s how these women view an opportunity to fight for a title. They’re willing to fight it out to the death to prove which one of them is most deserving. And when they turn around, they’ll look up and see that I’m right there. Right there to give them the worst dream they ever imagined. Everything they just worked for in that tournament coming down to one match against someone who could care less if they really did make it out of there alive. It’s one thing for them to have their little fight club over this crown and call themselves futures Empresses and Queens, but I’m not about that life. I’m a killer. I’m a bloodthirsty assassin. I don’t carry around some hit list of names. I choose my prey at will and I attack with a fury unlike most of you can even understand. And all I have to do to start this spark of violence that leads to me getting yet another crown, is throw this piece of an old crown into the circle and let that natural progression of it all begin. Each and everyone of you, aside from my sister, are totally worthless as far as I’m concerned. This tournament isn’t about you. It’s about me. I didn’t just rip our champion’s arm out of her socket just to watch one of you pathetic idiots lay your claim to her title and take advantage of my handiwork. I didn’t just drop your very queen to her fucking knees and watch her weep with tears of pain so the rest of you could reap the rewards. I’m playing a long game none of you could understand. Aria is breaking apart piece by piece. It starts physical, and it ends mental until she can’t even carry the weight of that fake crown she placed on her head. So come as you may, little ones, but I will not be turning away from the tournament. You might think I don’t care, but you don’t understand my true motivations. You don’t see just how much I enjoy being the chaos that rains down over your ambitions.
 
(Cailin tosses the crown piece on the ground and grins as a dark cloud seemingly engulfs the piece. She leans down and lets a deep breath go over the cloud, clearing it out and showing the piece is gone.)
 
I set out to win this tournament a year ago as a clear shot to the establishment that sought to keep me down because they thought Cailin Dillon wasn’t ready to be the champion. I wouldn’t judge any of you by those terms alone. Any one who can prove it deserves to hold those titles high above their heads and on their waists. But I never show up with the intention of taking second place. I’m right here in this tournament to remind you all just how difficult it is to deal with a hungry Cailin Dillon. I don’t need to win this tournament to have a chance to take down the champion. I can get that if I want by sure will alone. But when Aria Jaxon can’t even escape me as I continue to come at her and put her through hell on earth, this crown is just another way I can beat her dreams into oblivion. Some of you might thing I’m just pestering our poor champion for no reason, but trust me, she can handle it. Well, she can only handle it with one hand for now, but… I am actually far from the pest in this situation. I am the predator. Aria is the prey. And all of you are just the weeds standing in the way of me getting what I truly desire. Another reason to piss Aria off.
 

So try as you might to bring your best these next few weeks, but I don’t want to hear whining and complaining when your tournament comes to an end at the hands of Cailin Dillon. First up, I will dismantle the dreams of Keisha Carter, whoever the fuck that is, and then I will move on to the next person they place in front of me. One match at a time. One win at a time. One crown that allows you to rule over the champion herself with a match whether she wants it or not. And what’s better than telling the woman who calls herself the queen, what to do, hmm?

The first lesson I teach my students is how to take a so-called 'bump.' In fact, I completely forbid them from performing any moves the first week of class. Before I can teach them anything, they must first learn to mitigate the pain their opponents will put them through. Even in a ‘shoot’ sport like EAW, we have to learn how to take a hit. And sometimes when you lose that tie-up or a foe is quicker on the draw with a strike than you are, you’re going to learn to take whatever they can dish. Because landing the wrong way or not having your face where it’s supposed to be, can be the difference between sustaining minor damage or serious injury. That’s much like life, isn’t it? The universe hits us and how we take that hit can mean the beginning or the end. I should have never walked out of that Terminus match on my own two feet, but I did. That was the worst the universe threw at me and here I am. 

You’re in the wrong business Sheridan. Seriously - you make for a better salesperson than you do a wrestler. If Empire were a Volkswagen dealership, you would be Employee of the Month 24/7, 365! Nobody sells the way you do! That elegant accent of yours can weave a tale like no other! People gather around from all over the world just to hear the German bard address her propaganda of German Efficiency to the masses! You talk about how you did this, and how you did what, and whose ass you kick, and all I can do is look at the ratings and shake my head in shame. Your words mean squat to the EAW universe. In fact, The short time you was Vixens Champion, the product was in a rating slump then. I didn’t take a look at this before, but now I realized why Empire struggled:

You offer nothing to this brand.

It’s real sweets, damn real. Hell, you didn’t want to be apart of this brand! You left us, Sher! Just like Claudia, just like Cam, you left us to fend for ourselves. Regardless of how we all felt about each other, Empire was supposed to usher in a new generation of women's wrestling. But these days, I don’t know. All I see is my ex at my best friend’s throat - someone who is going through something personal at this very moment. I want to comfort her, tell her everything is going to be okay, but I can’t. So I’m sitting here, staring at this punching bag several feet away and all I can think about is how much I want to replace it with your face. So I can punch it. Not that one and done throwing a hook bull crap, but a flurry of lefts and rights till that Hitler youth poster child face of yours no longer exists in my universe. I thought something in you changed Sher, but all I’m getting is another sad love song. It’s racking my brain like crazy, and I’m feeling torn up. Be it fast or slow-

Wait, why am I reciting Toni Braxton lyrics? See!? This is what happens when you speak Ms. Muller-whose-name-I’m-pronouncing-like-an-American-on-purpose! You cause people to drift off into LaLa Land, Ryan Gosling not included. Whatevs, Moonlight was a better flick anyway. Joking aside sweets, I don’t care how lost you felt these past eight months. You could have stayed, got back the title and carried this division to the next level. But you didn’t, just like everyone else who claimed this roster would thrive under their reign. All I see is a new season, but the same old story. This is not just about you. Most roster members - myself included has fallen off. Not so much in talent and ability, but drive. The scene now is so much different than before. We have more new faces than ever before, and I could count on both hands the active girls who were here since the Vixen days. I didn’t use to think about these things, but running a school has opened my eyes to concerns that your average wrestler wouldn’t reflect on during their career. 

Women’s wrestling in the western world depends on the success of EAW’s Empire roster. When we do good, everybody eats. Our ratings go down? So does fan support all over. I know this because I’m at Brooklyn indy shows every weekend, showing my students what it’s like to be out there. When I’m at the arena, I see the bags under Tarah’s eyes as she works hard to make us great. I used to think her ego was inflated when she called herself ‘The Leader of the Vixens’. Now I see that she gives a damn about us. If she wants to be the leader, she needs a champion. Someone who can hold both the title and the crown and help her reignite our revolution. You’re not fit to do as such - you’re too blinded by your self-adulation. You were claiming that you destroyed the Shamez clan. Been there, done that. Kendra was on my block in the last Empress of Elite, where I never was pinned or submitted. I dominated that block but was screwed by a count out win. Another bump in the road for me. We all have our bumps along our wrestling journey. It’s not about how far we fall, but how quickly we can get back up swinging. The beauty of the Stephanie Matsuda story is that I never stay down for long sweets. This year will be my year. I will fight every single one of you to get to where I need to be: The Empress of Elite finals. 

I’m driven by something you will never understand Sheridan. You can stay in the past, giving speeches about days gone by, and just sit in the past. I’ll be marching down victory road to establish a legacy I started on March 13, 2016. A year and a half later, two of three Formation members were Empresses of Elite - The ONLY two mind you! Here we are at EOE III with the third member of Formation: me. That’s why I can’t let you win Sheridan. And as much as I want to Cloud City the soul out of your body, all I need is three seconds for your dreams to shatter into pieces. You on your back, lying on that mat. I'll be positioned in a lateral press - holding both your legs by the way - for three seconds. With you out the way, I can relax for a month without your accent splitting my ears yapping about German Efficiency like you want to sell me a vacuum cleaner. 

(laughs)

It’s going to be a death of a salesman on Thursday night sweets. Take off your kid gloves and get your head out of your ass because it’s Cloud O’Clock and your time is up. And my time is-

(pauses)

No. I’m not going to finish that sentence. (yawns) This is what I get for watching the EAW Network with Aria all night. It would be a shame for the crown to be wasted on that beautiful little head of yours, Sheridan. There’s no way in hell you can beat the Women’s World Champion. If the woman who dethroned you is having a hard time, imagine how much of a joke you’ll look out there. There’s only one woman from the Vixens generation she’s never beaten. And that’s the woman who’s going to be standing across from you in Thursday night’s main event. You can stand there in front of the camera and act as dominating and condescending as you want sweets. Go ahead, sell me another Volkswagen Beetle. I’m privy to your snake oil schemes about being the best in the world. Voltage and Dynasty say otherwise. HBG and Cam may have high-tailed it out of town, but at least they’re putting in work. But alas, that’s no concern of mine. What is my business though, is preventing you from advancing any further. Call me Gandalf bitch, because you shall not pass. You’ll recover from this bump eventually. But by then, it’ll already be too late.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Omae wa mou shindeiru

#StayWoke

[size=15]Showdown Promo #1[/size]



[size=15](The scene opens on the balcony of a Mediterranean mansion that overlooks the city of Beverly Hills, California. It's here on this hot, sunny, summer afternoon, that we find EAW’s social media champion, “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels, sitting down gazing not at the amazing view, but at the news feed on his iPhone.)[/size]



[size=15]Michaels: “Look at this, not a single mention of me this week. Not an article, not a piece of click bait, nothing!  No, everyone's too busy talking up some guy who won his 50th fight, ha, I wrestled 50 matches in my first two months in the business. And if they're not talking up this jackass, they're Talking about Territorial Invasion. Ohh Chris Elite got himself shit canned!  Jamie O’Hara committed domestic abuse in the ring!  Eclipse Diemos didn't tip his Pizza Boy!  But you know what's missing from all this, Mark Michaels being featured amongst the so called best this company has to offer on the first interbrand FPV of the season!   I should have been representing Showdown against Nasir Moore, I should been the man standing tall in the No Way Out match, hell at the very least I would have made POP break a sweat in a competitive match for the National Elite Championship!   But no, instead of basking in my deserved glory, I'm left off the card so that Kaise Boetius can cling to whatever relevance I'll allow him. [/size]

[size=15]You know, a few weeks ago I made my intentions clear that I wanted nothing more to do with that little shit, and washed my hands of Kaise when I walked away from that tag match. But does anyone get the point?  Fuck no.  And of course when Boetius realized that I was done lending him any credibility in the ring, he did what every other Michaels’ envy suffering hater does and wrecked my in ring Podcast!  Than the next week he totally rips me off, and smashes set pieces that cost more than all the peons of Bismarck make in a year!  Kaise Boetius has officially gone from being a minor nuisance, to a Pain in the ass that I am going to have to put down permanently. [/size]

[size=15]That's right, I'm going to be done with this bastard, once and for all of it's the last thing I do!  I will not sit idly by and have the equivalent of a genital wart on the dick of EAW, continue to sabotage my standing in this company by smashing my belongings, or worst dragging me off the big events so that I could dispatch of his no name, good for nothing, not worthy of working TI with the biggest star in the business, ass quicker than you could blink!  [/size]


[size=15]So Kaise, do yourself a favor a pluck out the crap that stuffed in your ears, and take a good long listen to everything I have to say. [/size]



[size=15]When this season started, we worked well enough together to get a win. And when I say that what I mean is that you did just enough so that I could carry you to a win. Yes you scored a pinfall, but that's only because you had the single greatest professional athlete in the game today watching your back, and covering for your mistakes. Now since that day you've developed this odd bro crush which frankly is making you act more and more like[/size]
[size=15]Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction.  You’ve teamed with me, you got your ass beat 1,2,3 in the center of the ring by me, and you had the audacity to rob me of the National Elite Championship by putting me thru a flaming table.  And after all this, you're the one who's somehow offended.  Look I know full well just how much it pisses you off that I tossed you like fresh meat to the dog in that tag match, but get over it buddy.   Kaise after I beat you this Saturday night, move on with your life… that is if you even have a life outside of me at this point. Is that why you do everything you can to get under my skin?  Is that why you're throwing tantrums like a two year old to get my attention?  Is it that you're such a goddamn loser that you don't what to do with yourself when you're not an obstacle in way?!  Judging by how there hasn't been a single moment where you haven't been trying sniff my ass, I'd have to say yes. And don't give me that ‘making me suffer’ spiel, because the only people who you bring suffering to, is the goddam audience whenever you're on their television screen!  [/size]

[size=15]So Kaise, I want you to take small amount of time you have before I beat you up and down The Bismarck Event Center, and think about what you're gonna do afterwards. Figure out another way to get booked on this show besides trying to leach off of my name. Find someone else to annoy with all your bullshit about inflicting pain, and seeking vengeance for your barbecued family, or whatever the fuck it is you say when you ramble on and on before a match. Hell why don't you actually learn to wrestle, that way when you're in a match you won't look like a complete and utter joke. Or at the bare minimum, find someone else’s to spend all night  crying  and obsessing over like a goddamn emo who just got dumped by his first girlfriend.  Any of those things would be nice, because a man of my skills and talents has bigger fish to fry, and simply will not be bogged down by all your dead weight. [/size]


[size=15]Get ready Kaise, because the days of you lingering on to me are coming to a close. Your time of being a weight around my neck is coming to an end. After Saturday night, after I'm done putting on a clinic in technique against you, you'll have to find someone else's poster to hang on your wall. Somebody else is gonna have to be the center piece of your action figure collection. One of the other jackasses in the locker room is gonna have to put up the fucking headache that is named Kaise Boetius. Because after I have thoroughly routed you from bell to bell, your little crush on me is gonna come to a Screen cracking halt!  [/size]


[size=15]Enjoy your last moments of relevance, soak up as much of this spot light as you can, because in less than a week, it all goes bye bye. But hey, at least you'll have a first class seat on your trip to obscurity, courtesy of the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the Hashtag Hero who will be walking right over you and maybe into spot in that National Elite Elimination Chamber. You’ll be put down and left staring up at the lights in a daze as the undisputed best professional wrestler to ever lace up a pair of boots, stands over you taking a victory selfie. Kaise you are once again about to outclassed, outwitted, and outmatched by the Social Media Champion, “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels, and when that arena filled to the brim with my followers roars with likes after I've beaten your ass, you won't have a choice but to Picture THAT!”[/size]



[size=15](Michaels resumes looking up the week's news on his smartphone. As the camera pans back towards the city.)[/size]




[size=15]FADE TO BLACK. [/size]

Before I begin, I believe an apology is in order.

To StarrStan.

Well, maybe not so much of an apology, but an admission.

I didn't express myself in the best way on Dynasty. I let my emotions get the best of me and as a result it may have sounded that I had joined Team Monroe to spite you. I get how one could jump to that conclusion, but you must realize that isn't the case. 

It was a strategical decision, one that might benefit you just as much as it does me.

You want to prove yourself the superior GM, and I want to be the last man standing, become the #1 Contender to the Answers World Champion and rule over Dynasty holding both of it's championships. But, if I had chosen to be on your team, none of that would've happened. Monroe would have won and chances are I would've been long gone by the end.

It was unwise to think you could put Darkane and I on the same team and expect us to coexist. Actually let me rephrase, foolish to think he would play fair. He's young, he's inexperienced. Being young and being inexperienced makes for a fool. Being a fool in the first real spotlight of any kind is an open invitation to try and cement your name into the brains of the masses. I have no doubt in my mind that Darkane being the young and inexperienced man he is, would've cost you and your team victory by stabbing me in the back, taking me out early and trying to harness that spotlight for himself. 

Who benefits from that? Nobody. Your team would be down an extremist right out of the gate... a loss certain against five of Dynasty's... no... EAW's best, fresh. And I'd be heading for a shower before I even got the chance to get my feet wet. At least this way, I've made it so that one of us can get what we want. It's an even playing field... as far I as I can tell... no hidden agenda's... that I know of, and that's all one can really and hope for isn't it? A fair chance. And I gave myself at least a chance of one by joining Team Monroe, it was never personal. Quite frankly, I couldn't care less about any of it. But if I'm not going to get the chance to defend my Hardcore Championship then I guess this is the second... third... fifth... at least I'm on the card.

That felt good. I needed to clear the air, and hopefully that puts all of my teammates at ease knowing that I can be trusted, knowing that I put my wholehearted trust in them, and knowing that should they break that trust... and they try to do what Darkane certainly would've done... there will be repercussions.

BUT WHAT A GROUP OF TEAMMATES I HAVE! Three fellow Hall of Famers, and the only man amongst the group to not be in the Hall of Fame carries with him a golden ticket to the Answers World Championship that will surely put him on the fast track to the Hall of Fame. I look on the other side and I can't say I see the same. I see a bunch of underachievers, none more so than Nasir Moore, who's greatest accomplishment to date is defeating a former tag team partner of his... you and that tag team partner have a bit of history with me don't you. What was it? Three years ago? When I... well let's not be coy here... when I singlehandedly defeated you and Aren to become the Unified Tag Team Champions. Congratulations on being only the slightly bigger runt of the pair. Ahren Fournier, a man who I've crossed paths with before and defeated, and because it's never a pleasure to have to pronounce his name, I'm going to keep my comments on him rather short. You still haven't changed, yes, I realize it's only been a few months... but I expected something... anything... I gave you advice, valuable advice, and you chose not to take it. Because of that I have little doubt that the result this Saturday will be any different than the first, has anyone ever beaten you twice? I don't know enough to care about the answer to that, but if it's no... that record won't last forever. There's a first time for everything. Target Smiles... who likes to speak as if he were a faceless man. Target Smiles has secrets, Target Smiles is a mystery, but apparently that mystery doesn't translate into the ring since Target Smiles finds himself constantly losing. Target Smiles lost last week, Target Smiles lost that match and Target Smiles lost THAT match and Target Smiles even lost THAT match... so... does Target Smiles lose this match too? Scott Diamonds thinks... yes! Darkane, this isn't the first time I've spoken to you and it damn sure won't be the last. I'm not wasting all my ammunition here, you'll have to wait.

And then there's Tyler Parker. I've chosen to single you out because you're so obviously the crown jewel of this team aren't you? The most accomplished, the most decorated, the most revered, the only Hall of Famer on your team, maybe the only one who will EVER get that honor... but your absence has proven that you haven't been keeping up all that well lately, have you? Yes, there was a time where I was only in this for myself, and it showed. It showed itself with two lackluster years filled with no glory or celebration. But things have changed, I've changed... you should've done your research before foolishly throwing accusations that won't stick my way. In me has awoken a new spirit, thanks to my son and my wife there's new, bright light inside me. My career is ascending again and the championship that I won just a few weeks back, that I now hoist down to the ring every night proves that very fact. The bad blood that EAW and I once had has subsided, the stormy cloud has dissolved. The cliché is old and tired but it fits perfectly, I'm a new man! So much so that I won't take any offense to the names you called me, I'll even excuse your lapse in judgement... this time. Next time know better. Because if not, maybe a bit of that old Scott Diamond will peak through, and not the one you're talking about. The one who would bash in the skull of anyone who dared get in his way, and would do it gladly with no remorse. 

And that warning extends to the rest of the team as well, not just Tyler.

Tread lightly.

 
As if there could ever be a more rag tag group of individuals placed together for a match, Tarah Nova, in her infinite wisdom, decided to go hog wild for Territorial Invasion. Anyone with a brain can she’s trying to put together a match of good vs. evil. All to see which one would prevail. And on paper, I’m sure it looks like good will win as they often do in the fairytales. But this one might be a little more grim than the rest of those you’re used to. This one ends with the worst of the worst taking those good ones down to their knees and taking the earth right out from under them. If Tarah wants this sort of match, a sort of war as it’s being labeled. I’ll make sure she gets a bloodbath that won’t soon be forgotten. Their might be 10 women in this match, but only a few of them will have the chance to prevail. And those who do will leave battered and bloodied, and those who lose, especially the ones that outlast their teammates, will leave with barely a breath left in their lungs.
 
Which makes me turn towards the first of you. Aria, I could have saved you for last my darling, but I just couldn’t wait to get your name out of my mouth. I think this match is just so befitting of a queen. It’s built for the queen to last all the way to the end and come out triumphant for her people. But what if this queen isn’t really a queen of all. What if her opponent, the leader of the other team, is truly the queen of the damned. What if Aria isn’t leading the team destined for greatness after all. It’s not about what ifs, it’s about truths. These aren’t things I’m dreaming up, these are things that are going to happen. Now I know you like to get all excited and puff your chest our like you’re part rooster, a curious thing honestly, and point out how I’ve said I was going to destroy you and it’s never happened. There’s all a process to this. It’s not about destroying you as a person, really. I don’t want you leaving Russia in a body bag. What kind of monster do you think I am? Incapacitated, maybe, but this is more about breaking to pieces the aura that glows around you. People look at you and they see perfection. They’re blinded by your charm and your smile and the way you can put your words together so perfectly to light an opponent on fire under your own mercy. It’s no doubt that you, Aria, have a very particular way of mowing down opponents they put in front of you with just a cocky attitude and a set of shady comebacks to every word an opponent will say. But underneath all of that façade is the true Aria Jaxon. Not a queen, but a warrior who would stop at nothing to make sure she keeps what she’s earned. It’s less about royalty or loyalty, and more about greed and creed. And some would say there’s nothing wrong with that, except those people are not your fans. Yours hold you in such a high regard despite not being able to perceive who you really are. But me? I know you Aria Jaxon really is. I’ve stood side-by-side with her. I’ve battled her on the mat until we can’t go anymore. What people will come to learn in the end is Aria Jaxon isn’t that much different from Cailin Dillon after all. The only real difference is my poison is lethal and quick. Yours sets in overtime and they don’t realize just how infected they are with your mirage of power and charity until it’s too late. Aria Jaxon is the worst of all of them, and you’re all just on the verge of finding out just how bad this queen is. But if you want to be the queen you have to accept the responsibility that comes with it, my dear. So long live the queen, I guess. Until I put my hands around her throat, that is.
 
And on we move to the Mistress of Deception, or is the Mistress of Boredom? Or is it the Mistress of Death, still? Just death to your own career. I have to say I cannot stop laughing at the literal garbage that spews from your mouth every time you speak, Madison. You used to be different in a way. More real and more genuine with your words. But it’s come to a point where you’re so ego driven that you do nothing but spout bullshit about everyone else and, I imagine, just hope and pray to some god that nobody picks up on the fact that you’re absolutely full of it. I almost didn’t believe Alexis at first when she was pointing some of this out, but then I had to go and listen for myself. You say false things about opponents, you change history that went against you to make it seem like it actually went in your favor in ridiculous ways. Hell, the best one yet is when you said people couldn’t stop talking about how awesome you were after you lost to Aria in that title match. The thing is, I think you’re clouded by a terrible inner circle of people just trying to make you happy. If I suck, I want my friends and mentors to pull me aside and fix me. But you’ve got a shithead like Keelan who just gives you the thumbs up and gets you punched in the head by his own enemies. You can barely handle your own true enemies, sweetheart, so don’t let him drag you down into uselessness if you can actually use your brain. I used to think you were just a cold and calculated bitch. But at some point you clearly lost track of everything you were really about. And now? You’re about to be toast. Because I will burn through you and every one of your teammates with a fiery that you won’t soon forget. You can spend all of your time after our match leaning on your man and your friends while they tell you how good you did, but the fact will be that you lost. No amount of revisionist history can change that, and nothing you can do short of leaving this match with a serious injury will have anyone doing more than just rolling their eyes and avoiding everything you do.
 
Ok, Miss Song. You’re the hottest thing in Empire now, right? I hear you talking about knocking down records already, now that you’re like a month in. Very impressive that you’re able to mow through so many, I can’t say quality. Hmm… I’m struggling to find the term here. I just don’t think you’ve really done enough yet to be all THAT. Sure, it’s early and maybe you’ll surprise me. But I’ve been in the ring with you before and I didn’t think you were God’s gift to wrestling by any means. I mean I see you making all these women tap out and I just have to shrug my shoulders and ask… how are they letting this happen? Maybe you just hit your stride after failing in a match against me and just turned into something you weren’t before. But not a thing you’ve done so far has turned on any lightbulbs in my mind or make me think I better start preparing myself for this wave of April Song momentum. You’re hot shit, but you ain’t that hot, bitch. And I know you well enough to know how you’re going to take all of that. It’s going to piss you off to no end and you’re going to be downright steamed because how dare I say something like that about the great and powerful Specialist’s Champion. For everything you’ve done in the last few months, I will school your ass in that ring on Territorial Invasion. If they let me even get my hands on you, I will set your ego back to the stoneage when I show you just how much further you’ll need to go if you want to be in my wheelhouse. You’re the most pathetic excuse for a champion that’s ever held that belt, and that includes Haruna and Cloud’s very short reigns. It’s honestly very hilarious to listen to you talk about the day that you will take over and rule this division, because if there’s any dream I know that will be killed harder than anyone’s in this match, it’s that one. You might be shinning in the sun right now and looking as glorious as ever before, but that gold you see in front of you is nothing more than a mirage. Once you reach it there will be nothing but me standing there to kick you in the face. Don’t bother trying to come back at me and tell me how I’ll leave this match tapping out to your punk ass, because I will come back and straight up embarrass you. There’s nothing worthwhile about you, April. There’s nothing interesting about you at all. Once your little kid’s game music hits I will lavish in the fact that you were hand selected to be a loser for Aria’s team You’re the least worthy person of anyone who was placed in this match. And let that set in, because you’re not only a champion, but Savannah was added to it last week. Submit, bitch. That’s what you’ll do. If you don’t just accept it, I will personally make you my bitch.
 
Oh Consuela, how you’ve brought nothing short of constant embarrassment to your family by losing to April and dropping that title. The utter shock and horror that must come about by seeing your sister have to flock to social media to shit talk your opponent. You clearly have no spine. There’s no backbone present for you to stand on your own. It really makes me wonder, did you just get luck at Pain for Pride by accidentally striking Brody in the eye? She’s not so losery that she’d lose to April numerous times like you have. Maybe we should all take a moment and feel bad for you. I mean, you have the weight of the world on your shoulders as you try to live up to everything that Cameron did before you, right? How difficult it must be to follow in her footsteps and try to convince everyone that you’re more than feather dusters and a maid’s outfit. The truth is, you’re more well equipped to clean my house than you are to be one of the top fighters in this company. And you seem to be generally better at it, too. I can at least see how hard you are trying to fit in and be among the best fighters Empire has to offer, but it’s a little embarrassing to see how quick you can fall when April Song starts talking tough and you resolve to quivering in the corner. This match will put you through far more hell than you’ve ever been through. I remember months ago when you attempted to stand up for your sister and simultaneously stand up to me a few weeks after Grand Rampage. You looked dumb than, and you look even more stupid now. Maybe you’re not as set up for failure as April, but if you don’t figure out how to turn things around and kick her ass than you have really just wasted a lot of people’s time with your stay here in EAW. I mean, these matches aren’t even interesting. And you’re far more interesting than her. But the two of you together are devolving Empire into a dark pit of boring matches between two people who don’t know what the fuck they’re doing. You’re quickly running out of time to prove that you belong in the same ring as April. You know how sad that is? Your sister clearly has no respect for April and she’s clearly the one that speaks on your behalf. But how can you not have respect for someone who beats your ass so easily? It’s quite a dilemma, isn’t it? But I’m sure you’ll both do well to bring your personal brands of awfully boring shit to this match and leave it up to the true heroes of Empire to resurrect this thing from the dead each and every time you step aside. Don’t worry, EAW Universe, as much as you hate to see me, I can assure you hate to see these two even more. My team will assure you don’t have to see them very long.
 
And how delightful it is to add a little Sunshine to this match at the very last possible second. It’s at least amusing that Tarah thought this match needed you but at least I get to hear one of my favorite songs. It always reminds me of the happier times before Aria was prepared to toss her best friend off the cliff in order to reign over everyone else. Ok, maybe I’m getting a little bit ahead of myself and doing some personal editing. But your presence won’t bring the brightness Aria’s team needs to win. Because my team has the support of Eclipse, a literal Eclipse. And just like the world saw today, when I turn it on for my team I will blot out every ounce of the happiness you plan on bringing to your team and bring nothing but pure darkness to the match. And that’s when my team takes over completely and you realize your dreams of having your first big FPV moment come to a crashing hault, absolutely murdered by the woman who’s been killing dreams since the day she walked into this company. No one wanted her dreams to come true, and she grabbed her own destiny by the horns and steered it in the direction of her choosing. Could you do that? Maybe, but it would take more than happiness and rainbows to take you there. And your brand of happy just isn’t enough when my brand is bringing fire that smokes you right out of your comfort zone and leaves you scrambling for answers after you lose. This is quite a moment for you, Savannah, and an amazing opportunity to fight right alongside some truly established talents in this industry. But unfortunately the losing team was picked for you and there’s no time for you to escape to greener pastures. Territorial Invasion is days away and the darkness has already spread into the happy valley that you call home. When we’re done they’ll be nothing left for you to smile about. No bright and happy, no sunshine and rainbows. Award winning authors only wish they could write this level of dystopia in their pages. I don’t do it with words, I do it with actions. Your addition to this match was quite a mystery to me, but one that also made me smile. People love to see a happy one like you running around the ring and doing her thing. And people absolutely hate it when someone interrupts that party and brings the happy thoughts to an end. Guess which one my team is interested in? This isn’t like the Lion King where you come running back for your friends and family and overthrow the evil empire to win it all back. No, you are apart of the evil empire and you don’t even realize it. By the time you do, the real Empire will have already won and taken back what’s there’s.
 

This is only the start of a long journey among the 10 of us this week, but I imagine many of you have grand dreams of being the one that walks out of here as the winner for their team. Don’t you dare let me catch wind of those dreams because I guarantee you I will fuck them up even harder than I do you in that ring. It doesn’t matter if you think we’re the bad guys and you’re to good guys, the best team will be the one that comes out on top and that team is mine. Thanks for playing, Aria, and thanks for putting together this clusterfuck of a match, Tarah. I’m going to thoroughly enjoy picking apart the “best and brightest” Empire has to offer and steering my team to the top of your precious little hierarchy. I don’t care about fake crowns or thrones or round tables of idiots trying to surround themselves around “the queen.” The only thing I care about is chaos in that queen’s kingdom, and watching it all crumble down around here. We’re not coming for you, Aria. We’re not knocking at your gates and trying to storm the kingdom. We’re already here. You ready?