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Teamwork? Unity?
 
These aren’t words we have on Empire, Tarah. Don’t expect any kind of teamwork from anyone in this match, regardless of what YOU think. You should know that by now considering it’s still fresh in most people’s memories that my supposed captain once stabbed your and an entire team’s back. There’s no such thing like teamwork right now on Empire, after this whole week we’ll all be back to hating each other and stepping on the toes of each other if it means to get a shot at two champs we have here or even that Openweight Title. We’re just not meant for unity on this show, it’s just jungle filled with beasts who want to stay alive. Honestly, I don’t care about my teammates; I’ll gladly say that right to anyone of the faces of those four. I just am not interested in a match that’s going to eventually lead to absolutely nothing for me other than a really good FPV bonus. A little extra bit of spending money sounds like a great thing but it’s going to be a waste of time in return. I’ll need to deal with Pinky and her friends for about a week plus my own teammates. A little too much for one person to deal with, five different including my own followed by my opposing side’s egos. It gets annoying; you have to deal with them getting bothered by not getting tagged at the certain point or anything like that. I mean god damn, if I’m stuck to being the only voice of reason during this whole match for Team Cailin. We’re facing the biggest saints of Empire or what people see when they look at them.
 
More like Wolves in sheep’s clothing. We know this is true but some don’t want to believe it because it will break their hearts but it’s true regardless. You have to believe this kind of crap, you accept the fact that everyone and I really mean EVERYONE has some sort of ego. It’s a natural thing for a professional wrestler to have an ego, I have one giant ego, my supposed team leader has an ego, Aria Jaxon has one. Hell, even good ole Tarah Nova has one.
 
I mean you can’t really hide something like that, it’s going to start showing sooner or later. Sooner or later people will finally see I’ve said is true. We’re all wolves or hunters or something like that, just trying any sort of way to get some sort of advantage before the big match comes around. Let my opponents and even partners waste their time taking ages to get to the point. You have an opinion about someone you tell them straight about it, you don’t waste time by throwing reasons. If you hate them then say just you hate that person, same goes for EVERY SINGLE THING!
 
Let’s give you an example…
  
I don’t care about Aria Jaxon. Simple! It’s that fucking simple, people but YET some will just drag things on for so long. There are the reasons why I show my disinterest on most people on the Empire roster because it’s a waste of my time to go through like twenty different things about how they don’t like me or shit like that. Okay, I’m kind of lying, something about the Aria Jaxon that has gotten my interest and that’s this little golden girl thing of EAW. The Action Figures, Cover girl and whatever else involves Aria Jaxon smells like a case of company Golden Girl syndrome. I’m not jealous cuz Aria could pull off that role better than most of us myself included but that whole idea of a company Golden Girl has got me interested in Aria Jaxon. Maybe also that title she’s holding but that’s about it when it comes to me and Aria Jaxon. I don’t have any kind of personal beef or some sort of vendetta.
 
And personally, Consuela I have no motive to be Empire’s top Asian or however you want to put it. The simple fact is that I don’t frankly care about something as idiotic as that when I can look towards bigger things and aspire to much greater goals. A title shot out of all this, but knowing our dumb leader I’ll still be on Empire performing with no shot in my near future. The whole title shots are earned mentality died ages ago especially when a certain someone beat Tarah herself for the title. This is nothing against you, Consuela, I have respect for you well until you decided to mention my marriage like every other person on Empire. I mean people I get that we’re a pretty amazing couple but still try talking about something else for once in your life when I’m your opponent. I get it, you don’t have crap to say about me but in return, you can find something decent enough.
 
And frankly, I don’t need to step toe-to-toe with the supposed best on Empire because I will always believe that I am the best wrestler regardless. The underrated, the underappreciated, and The Unsung Heroine for Empire and that’s not just some sort of nickname for myself, it’s whole 100% truth. I’ve said it this time. Your rise to glory wasn’t because you were Cam’s twin. No, you won a tourney, you beat Brody and then you lost your title. And it definitely seems like you’re done moping around after your loss to April. Good because it might be shattered again by the hands of me or anyone of my teammates.
 
The others haven’t said a word yet so it’s not in my nature to say anyone that I don’t have time. I’ve got other places to care about before then. People when I say I’m The Best Wrestler on Empire then I say it with self-confidence. None of you are worth so much time and effort talking about. There’s no point talking about the unimportant stuff till the big bruisers like Aria, Cailin or whoever else is showing interest in running their mouth this whole.
 
But in the end, I will forever and always stand alone. It’s not a prediction, it’s bloody fucking fact. To anyone who has been offended, I simply want to say….
 

Really? Nobi? Out of all people? He still wants a piece of me after this past Saturday on Showdown? You still want more? Where is my trophy? Come on Brian Daniels stop protecting your false idol once and for idol once and for all and give me Stark. I have a victory over him now with the Prince of Phenomenal and the next victory I have will be for the National Elite Championship. The only thing Brian Daniels has done right is make this match with Nobi a No Disqualification Match. If I am being real honest with myself ever since I took the tips that Scott Oasis gave me a while back, at first I didn't really like. I didn't like hurting people and seeing them crying in agony but day by day. Week by week. Month by month I started to like it more and more. It came with the perks. The fame. The money. And of course the championships. Being New Breed Champion for a hundred and six days felt like a high for me and felt like I was on top of the world and that was ripped from me back at Pain for Pride. Ever since that night back at Metlife Stadium I have never felt so much pain in my life then I have ever felt before. My crown, my throne, my hard work was just taken from me and I don't even get the respect I deserve from it. This entire company saw what I can do as champion. I took out everyone that was put in-front of me. I put people on the injured list. I even ended people's careers. Nobi you felt the pain before I became the New Breed Champion. You were one of the haters, you were one of the people that doubted me leading up to Reckless Wiring this past year and I used it as fuel to capture the championship that eluded me for nine long months. You saw the look in my eyes Nobi and that was just the beginning. You are right about one thing Nobi and that is I like to do things on my own terms. Well you see when this entire company wants to plot against me and not let me get a shot like all the rest of you punks on the Showdown, I have to break some of the rules and make an impact on my own terms. You say I don't deserve a championship match against Stark? Who the hell do you think you are Nobi? You are named Nobi for a reason kid, you are on a hot streak since getting that title match at Dia Del Diablo and now you think you can step up to The Wrestling Machine? What titles have you won my friend? What success have you had besides the one you had these past few weeks? Oh yeah NOTHING! You failed with your little partner named Lioncross in a joke of a Tag Team. Please come with better insults then ones I have heard a million times already. Nobi you are just another name I can add to the check off list like Anthony Leonhart, Mark Michaels, Chris Paradise, Theo Riddler, Finnegan Wakefield, Kelly Hackenschmidt. The list can go on and on and the list will continue after I defeat you when I take out that false idol in Stark. Stark is just another bully around here that needs to be taught a lesson. Nobi I hope you realize that you are just a small fish swimming with the great white sharks here on Showdown and I hope you know that I am not only facing you this Saturday night on Showdown. I didn't travel around the world and leave the United States for four weeks straight to get left off the Territorial Invasion card. I am the future of this company and the executives not only don't want to realize it but keep playing with the old toys around here! CM Banks is still around here like he owns the place, and when people like Hades and StarrStan return around here they walk around here like I am the bottom of there shoe. I get they are legends in this business but this company will sooner or later realize that I am the one will sell out arenas. I am the one that will be on free per view posters. I should be getting main event matches! 

I am facing you Nobi in the ring yes. But I am facing the Showdown executives as well which includes you Brian Daniels. Saturday night in The Audi Dome in Munich, Germany will be Nobi's Day of Reckoning. You may see the ring as the squared circle but against me in a No Disqualification Match you will be stepping into the Devils Playground. I will have so many weapons....oh I am sorry I mean toys to inflict pain on you until the official stops the match because I am going to torture you. Chair shots to the skull, F-5's through some tables, a barbed wire baseball bat. Whatever the weapon is I could care less because all I know is you are going to feel the pain. Nobi you are just a stepping stone to get to what I really want which is Stark and that National Elite Championship! The real monster inside of me is coming out on Showdown this Saturday in Germany. Hey I hope you have the emergency room set up with a chemical bath because I might just put you through a flaming table if I have to Nobi. The ball is in your court, Brian Daniels didn't listen to my threat a few weeks ago and look what happened. The question is will you? If you were smart you wouldn't show up but I know you have the never say die attitude and you want to show to the awesome fans that we have that you should never give up and give it your all! WHAT A LOAD OF CRAP NOBI! WHO GIVES A SHIT ABOUT THE FANS? YOU DON'T NEED THEM BECAUSE THEY WILL JUST TURN ON YOU WITHIN SECONDS! No matter what the fans chant in Germany it still won't be enough to beat me because you aren't even on my level. The real question is WHERE IS MY TROPHY? WHERE IS MY NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPIONSHIP!?! Now back to what I said before about myself facing you AND the Showdown executives. How am I facing the Showdown executives? Well let's just say my trophy for the night will be your body laying in the middle of my ring in a pile of your own blood. PLEASE NOBI! PLEASE! I DARE YOU TO SHOW UP ON SATURDAY NIGHT BECAUSE I PROMISE YOU AND I PROMISE THE ENTIRE WORLD THAT YOUR DAY OF RECKONING IS COMING AND I WILL SEND YOU BACK TO THE DEVELOPMENTAL SYSTEM WITHIN SECONDS!

 
 
 
This is the sight I’m missing out on. I see the people that hold titles high above while I continue to push towards that from the bottom. Flying high in the clouds thinking that they’re untouchable from the reaches of anyone until they come crashing down thanks to one big loss, I want to experience that, Madison. You know what I mean, you’ve been there and sure it wasn’t for long but you were there. You want to reach there as well but now think how driven I am to reach that point. Everything I do is to reach that point. You’ve been on a hot streak of sorts, picking up wins left and right wins including one last week.
 
Meanwhile, I didn’t beat April. That’s what happened but in the end that still didn’t feel like any sort of punishment. I’ve said it time and time again, I get better with EVERY single match I’m thrown into and this upcoming one won’t be any difference but now I just really want that “W”. I’ll be obsessed to get this win, Madison. Nothing seems to faze nowadays, it seems that the day of the choke artist are gone. I mean people have finally put away those doubts about you getting the job done during big matches. BUT YET there are those who doubt me?! Why?! Maybe because I don’t accept freebies at titles but would rather EARN them?! Or because I’m not someone’s favorite around here! Or maybe it’s that I’m THE BEST WRESTLER on Empire and people seem just don’t want to believe that?!
 
(Azumi takes a deep breath, letting out her stress with that breath. The camera pans back to her as she continues to look outside without keeping eye contact with the camera next to her.)
 
Possibly the best answer is that I’m greedy and selfish person and I’m actually true to myself. I don’t want to defend the opinions about scumbag people and waste my time with it because, in the end, I’m not beating those idiots inside the ring. I’m beating people like you, Madison.  Have them cheer you all they want but it won’t spring up any kind of jealousy from me. Instead, I’ll just see it as a small little goal. Let’s see if I can make EVERY single person turn and boo me when I beat you. Just think of it as my little side challenge for myself. How much can I make people hate me? Want to see it, Madison?
 
Speaking of you, why does it seem like there are two sides of you? The title contender on Empire but then you are nothing more than just Keelan’s girlfriend during your appearances on Voltage? Here I thought you did pretty well to claim back as a top member of Empire but here you are, somehow you couldn’t defend yourself against Carlos Rosso during that one moment.
 
Because of that all the effort I put into actually wants to give a damn about you goes down the drain. Thanks, Maddie!
 
Our match isn’t supposed to be a message to your teammates for Territorial Invasion. NOPE Team Pinky doesn’t need to be told about the competition in front of them since they will clearly see it during the singles matches for this Thursday. I don’t about the others but I want to win, not just the big tag team match against all of you at the FPV but also this bout. It’s just me wanting to use you as a stepping stone and nothing more. It’s just the nature of this world we’ve entered ourselves in, Madison.
 
Being thrown randomly into an FPV match…. I mean thanks for the FPV bonus, Tarah. That will help A LOT.
 
(Azumi begins to head inside closes off the balcony with only her hotel room lamp as the only source of light.)

Maddie, you will know better than anyone but I’m not going to lie down for anyone In that ring. MY RING. I’ll continue to push on more than anyone around here! My teammates probably won’t care about the end result of this match but I do


And simply I’m not going to go down like this! Not before I claim my reign on the throne, no one will stop me from having my moment in the spotlight. Not April, not The High Rollerz, not Manami or Stephanie AND certainly not you Madison because The Ace of Empire will not quit in front of someone like you!


Nope because The Ace of Empire will live on forever regardless of who tries to stop her from reaching what she has earned!

 
We live in a time in this world where every single person is obsessed with talking about their dreams. Their dreams of success and their dreams of seeing someone else’s failures. Well I’ve grown quite tired of listening to all of it. That’s why I’ve decided my new role will be to kill their dreams, regardless of what they are. You dream of being the best ever? I will show up on your doorstep and bring fire down on you. You dream of seeing me fail, I will ruin you in every possible way. You dream of gold, well, I’ll bring you hell on earth.
 
And that’s just the message I have for the group that our general manager has put together for Territorial Invasion. This wasn’t a match that was even needed. She could have skipped so many steps and just given the people who want to tear each other’s throats out exactly what they really want. But alas, we will resort to playground games and gimmicks to get from Point A to Point B. There’s nothing like a good ole detour created by the very people who claim to know what’s best for this company. The proof lies in the details though, doesn’t it? They obviously know nothing. What they should know is their champion needs a life insurance policy. They should know she’s mudding up that title as each and every day passes. Her pink or purple or… is it green this week, I don’t even know… hair is clouding their minds and forcing them into bad judgements about even the simplest of decisions. Her intention as champion is simply to remind everyone else that she is the champion over and over. Aria has always had a belief that she was the best. She just wanted to prove it with a long reign above everyone else. They’re feeding into the most monstrous ego this company has ever seen. As it continues to grow, they will continue to lose their grasp on controlling what she does. She would deny this, but I know the real her. I know the Aria that will sooner rather than later become the biggest primadonna we’ve seen around here since Maria Gonzales. Or maybe I should say… since Madison Kaline. It really isn’t so trivial, Tarah, dear. You need to make better decisions. You need to allow Empire to become the best possible show by allowing me to expose Aria for who she really is. She’s the type that would rather kill an enemy or a friend before she allows herself to lose that gold. And for all the bad things she had to say about me leaving Sirens, turning my back on you both and “hurting” you two. I never did anything close to what she’d be prepared to do to me, or worse yet, you… in order to be the champion for ever. But it’s all fool’s gold. She’s the best because they want you to believe she is the best. She wants you to believe she is the best. And we should all have learned our lesson by now. She’s just another in a long line of egotistical maniacs that wants to rule the world. And you all are just letting her, sitting by with a smile on your face. I won’t do that. I will storm her castle with everything I have and I will challenge her to the fullest extent and I will in the end expose her for everything she truly is. People thing I’ve gone insane and lost my mind by joining my brothers and sisters. But the true definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. That’s what Aria does everytime she opens her mouth. She ask yourself… who’s really insane?
 
Oh Astraea Jordan, how I love each and everything about you. I love the hair, I love the entire look, I love the eyes, I love the name. I could just about be obsessed with you. But I guess in a way you could say that I am, indeed, obsessed with you this week. I have every intention of wearing out my welcome with you in the ring and making you understand every bit of what I’m about in this company. And I hope you feel after this little charade between us that the love truly is mutual. I can’t think of many times before now that I’ve pinpointed a newcomer in this company and sensed as much potential within her as I do when I look at you. There was Brody Sparks at one time, a fellow sister of mine. And Sheridan Müller. I hope you can find all the best of both, while ignoring the worst of either. When I look at you, Astraea, I can sense the confidence from you as you start down this journey in EAW. There is no doubt you have dreams of someday making this your Empire, as you should. But when you step in the ring with me on Thursday you will be tasting what it’s like to have those dreams systematically squashed by a woman that doesn’t care about herself, nor her opponents. The lengths I’m willing to go with an opponent pale in comparison to what anyone else has ever done to you in the ring. It isn’t because I hope to bring chaos to this division and watch the destruction that unfolds within it. It’s because I literally am chaos. The tides have already been changing since I pledged my support to the Sanatorium cause. A Coven that once ran amuck on Empire and struggled to really stamp it’s name as the force to be dealt with is now recognized as it should have been all along. And this is only the beginning my beautiful Greek goddess. So pure and innocent, but… not so virginal. You have a bit of fire in those eyes that someone of that sense just wouldn’t have. But I like that fire. I bring a fire of my own to each and every match. And mine will outgrow yours. And when I snuff out your flames, my own are only stoked higher and higher. This is just what I do, my dear. And I love it even more than I love everything about you.
 

Territorial Invasion is just around the corner and the festivities will be underway there when my team destroys everything that Team Aria stands for. But before that, I will take Astraea on a dance with the devil she might have never expected. I will show her what true evil in EAW is really like. This place is just one big mad house in a way. Every single woman on Empire is trying to find their way to the top, but some have found another way. My other way is unique, sweetie. It has me skirting right along the top and causing plenty of problems all the same. For this week I suppose you’re my problem and that’s bad news for you and oh so delightful news for Cailin Dillon. I will hug you and squeeze you as hard as I can and when I’m done with you I will toss you off to the side and I will move on to the next thing. But trust me, hun, we’ll have fun. We’ll have a lot of fun.

You god damn right it was a threat Mister Brian Daniels....and guess what you didn't want to meet my demands? I took the maters into my own hands, and took out the trash in Nobi and the worst National Elite Champion in history.......Stark! That suit is hiding the true colors of who you really are Brian Daniels, you are not even a few weeks into your new job and I am not one happy camper. I wish you weren't jerking off to Robbie V that much before Pain for Pride X cause if you were still wrestling I would take you out within seconds. I would run in circles around you because you wouldn't be able to hang with the hottest talent that Showdown has to offer. I said this once and I shall say it again the executives around here like to play with old toys even though they have fresh new ones in-front of them just look at Diamond Cage. An old toy that was hand picked by one Brian Daniels for a number one contenders match. The winner of the match heads to Territorial Invasion for the EAW Championship match against Tiberius IV. In my opinion Diamond Cage already has the victory in his hands it is really just a warm up match against Theron Nikolas so Daniels doesn't get hate for hand picking a challenger for an event like Territorial Invasion. Another "star" you could say that the top executives in this company want to some how protect is the man that is sitting on my throne, the current National Elite Champion Stark. Yes the same Stark that was sent to the injury shelf by yours truly. I don't care if Stark had a fluke win against me a few weeks ago everyone knows on Showdown that Stark is being protected and he is another false idol in this company. Why do you people think Brian Daniels is refusing to give my rightful title match? Why do you think he is making me take the long route? Do I deserve to prove myself? Hell no! People around here get treated like kings if they had a hundred and six day title reign like I did holding the prestigious New Breed Championship. A title that was near and dear to my heart, something I cherished and something that I will never forget. The shit I went through in my life, dealing with being bullied in middle school because I wasn't the best athlete. Then finally getting my ass to join something that I loved for my whole life that I grew up watching on television and that is wrestling. I started learning amateur wrestling in my last year of middle school then continued to learn my craft through high school and being the number one ranked prospect coming out of High School so I got a full scholarship to The Ohio State University. Kicking ass in high school gyms in Atlanta to winning multiple NCAA Division One Heavyweight Titles at The Ohio State University. Through it all, the highs and lows and continuing onto signing with the best wrestling company in the world the one goal I had was making sure every person on this roster felt the same pain I did as a child. Bringing out the monster in me and putting the fears in the eyes of children and even adults. Still to this day people see me as just another person. Two years now of hard work. Blood, sweat and tears and YET PEOPLE DON'T SEE ME AS THE TOP STAR I DESERVE TO BE! THE SPOTLIGHT SHOULD BE ON ME, I SHOULD BE NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION! People only see me as a angry young talent that is crazy and is living in the Fantasy World. Well what these idiots don't know is that they are the ones living in this little Fantasy land. Sooner or later I am going to flip this fantasy world upside down and make it reality and reality is going to slap everyone on this roster across the face when Lucas Johnson once again wins championship gold and take out the false idol named Stark.

You know what blows my mind? People say I deserve nothing, don't admire that I was the one that put the false idol on the shelf. All of you idiots should wake the fuck up and realize I am the one with Stark's mask that he wore back in the day. Marks of blood on it and I am going to bring it Saturday night and bring it to the grand stage on Showdown and show the world that I am going to beat whoever they put in-front of me until they are laying in the middle of my ring in a pile of there own blood. Nine months. Nine long months it took me to capture the EAW New Breed Championship and time continues to tick because I have all the time in the world. People quit cause they can't hang with people like me in the ring anymore it happens all the time here. But another thing that happens around here that refuse to believe is injuries caused by yours truly. Stark is one of them, Finnegan Wakefield, Kelly Hackenschmidt and soon to be Nobi with the false idol. I am two hundred seventy pounds of anger. Pain for Pride X was my day of reckoning as my life flashed before my eyes when my title was stolen from me. Well Nobi and Stark I have some news for the both of you. You may not like it but I certainty do...Both of you are going to experience your own Day of Reckoning when I torture both of you along with my tag team partner Prince of Phenomenal. Now I must admit Prince of Phenomenal proved to me he is truly Phenomenal back at Dia Del Diablo and earned a National Elite Championship Match. But! Brian Daniels claims that I will NOT get a championship match until after Territorial Invasion? I don't think so! I hope both of your pain tolerance is high because I am not stopping the beating you both are going to get until I get MY championship match! If I need to put Nobi to sleep and put Stark back on the injury shelf? Then so be it because I don't care. Both of you are going to experience what I felt as a child and that is pain. Pain you cannot describe. Pain you don't want to feel ever again. After Saturday night I will be the one laughing when reality slaps you across the face. Here comes the pain......

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



[size=15](The scene opens inside a small, dimly lit room. In the background a dark stain still dripping down along the back wall reads ‘the dark days are upon us till the light which is brought by the fire. Till that terrible day, long live in a nightmare.’[/size]



[size=15]The camera pans down to reveal a lone figure bowing down before the message. Slowly he rises to his feet and turns to face the camera. His bloodshot eyes gaze deeply into the camera, piercing thru the lens and sends a chill of terror thru the spine of all who see this being known as Solomon Caine.)[/size]



[size=15]Caine: “And now we, alongside our brethren, bring forth the deepest, darkest fears of every man and woman who draws breath. Yes every moment from here forth, all of you who hear this, you shall all spend your days cowering. Hiding yourselves away in fear. Oh for we have long warned all you rotten filth that woe and misery would soon overtake and drown you as a flood. Now, you shall all bare witness to catalyst of your doom, the harbinger of your demise. You shall all fall down in wallowing sadness at all that is brought about by this never ending nightmare. [/size]

[size=15]This goes especially for you Christopher. What is Elite?  It is a word that one wretch may use to fool himself into believing he is greater than another. It is delusion that the scum of this earth use to hide their vileness from their own eye. You claim to be this very concept, this higher status that all would seek to become. We say onto you that you are nothing more than impotent slime that stains this world, and all within it whom desire to follow in your footsteps. We tell you now that you are not greater than us. Even with the demon who guards your flesh, we tell you that you that nothing shall stop us shattering your spirit and crushing your body. [/size]

[size=15]You call into question our competence, you demean our intellect. Words that come out from one who knows nothing of his insignificance in this world. Folly that comes from one who thinks he might best a god.  The buzzing of a fly who shall soon be swatted, and the stain of his remains displayed upon our altar for the world to see. Listen well, we seek not just any into our brother hood. We seek those for whom this world thought so little of, ignorant of all the darkness that lies in their hearts, just waiting to be unleashed. We seek not just any who would call themselves deranged, if that had been the case than Harvey York would be sitting by our side, waiting to tear into your flesh the same as we do. No, we seek those who can serve a greater purpose, one that a pathetic heathen like you could never fully comprehend. [/size]


[size=15]You doubt our claims?  You dismiss them as mindless ramblings?  Our words ring truer than you dare to believe. For we have not been conquered  in this season of renewal. We laid waste to Keelan Citinich, and we slayed the Leonhart. Is it McAdams whom you refer to as having bested us?  If he was the greater between the two of us, than why has he chosen to stand at our side?  He has seen with his own eyes the might we wield. He sees the wrath that shall overrun all of you who infest this world. He see what is coming, and he wishes to be spared from the terrors that shall befall this world. So tell us again Christopher, who has defeated us, for here we stand ready to push onward and march over the armies of the world!  Ready to conquer and claim all that lays before our eyes. [/size]

[size=15]So what should cause us to fear you?  Did we not vanquish you, and all the others who sought some golden trinket?  Did we do as we said we would then, just as we shall do as we say we will now?   What good do you think all that escapes your lips shall do for you?  You should spend this next week in silent reflection, coming to peace with what shall become of you once we have finished tearing your flesh from your body with our bare hands!  We shall not fear you, just as the one whom you seek does not. How we so wish we could just leave you to your own devices and let you destroy yourself with word you speak, and every action you could ever hope to take.  How we wish we could just ignore your putrid words, and your empty actions. We wish we could just let you go on about all you hope, and dream, and strife for. But we shall not for even one moment allow you to speak blasphemy against us, we shall not allow one as weak as you to besmirch our name, and walk away without being made humbled before the eyes of the masses.  You shall see the power of our influence. You shall see why we took it for our own. From the likes Zack Crash, why we undermined it in Y2Impact’s last days, why we ended HDRO, why we even do as we please against the wishes of that wolf Kenny Drake. You shall see what has gifted our brotherhood with the glorious gold that has incensed you. You shall see the might that has crushed all of those who stood against us in the past, and all who stand against us now.  And when you do you shall weep bitterly Christopher, you shall choke in the tears that we shall force you to swallow. [/size]


[size=15]You shall come to know the truth, our truth. That we are not some fantasy that was dreamed up. No, we are the ones who are preparing the way for the cleansing fire. We are the bringer of the End Of Ages!  We are the ones who shall rejoice, and find peace spring up within the heart of this flesh when you, and all of your ilk are washed away, and made into nothing more than dust. That is what lies in store for you,  not vengeance for what your small mind perceived as an insult. Obsess over the false god you so desire to conquer. In due time, you'll discover why chasing after him is as fruitless an endeavor as speaking ill of us.  By week’s end, you will confront an undeniable truth. The truth that you are not above us nor our brethern. You are not greater than the one whom you has consumed every all you think of.  You are not even greater than weak, the inept, and the sick. You are not Elite, you are not. As much as it might Pain you, you are no more than average at your best. That is the sad truth you must wake up to every morning. That is the indisputable fact that haunts you in the darkest recesses of your mind. That is the nightmare you dread so much you cannot face, and so it shall be the one that breaks you once, and for all this Sunday. You shall know this full well when we have made you the next to be sacrificed. [/size]

[size=15]Take heed. Christopher, and any other who might try to stand against this nightmare. for soon, sooner than you all would realize, it shall be made so.”[/size]



[size=15](Caine stands still, the camera holding on him for a long silent moment before fading to black.)[/size]




[size=15]The End. [/size]

 
Punishment match she says? For who? I don’t see the main event spotlight against a champion as any sort of punishment. If anything I’ve just been handed an opportunity on a silver platter by Miss GM of the Year, who’s been doing just as bad of a job as Cleo in personal opinion because in Nova’s eyes. Throwing in me into a normal singles match against a champion is a brilliant call, Tarah.(Slow Claps) I mean next week Mr. DEDEDE should be here, probably give our GM her job evaluation and give her the boot out this job as our GLORIOUS general manager. I wonder how it will feel for her when her ex-boyfriend fires her? I mean it might just be a reenacting of their break up… Well, anyway I’m getting off topic… Sorry I just kind of wanted to talk a little bit about Empire’s so-called-leader, Sorry to April who I want to say congrats too. YOU DID IT!! Woo! You finally won the big one that’s eluded you for so long and look at you making your first defense right off the bat! That’s amazing but my overall opinion with April as Specialist Champ is that I don’t care about you. I only care about the championship that you hold high above when getting your hand raised in victory.
 
It makes a really nice target out of you!
 
Especially for me! What seems like ages now, I’ve been trying to get that Specialist Title for what seems like ages. It hasn’t always been on the top of the list of goals since I’ve joined here but it’s still a goal for me. 18 months I’ve been tossed aside while the opportunities I did all that was necessary to get into the title scene but yet, opportunities were handed to people who just walked in and said they wanted a title shot. And here’s April who gets her shot from Tarah Nova handing it to her. Now she stands as Specialist Champion, a prestige killing Champ but a champion nonetheless. Real hardwork to earn that shot! (slow clap) but really Tarah, you're amazing as a GM. Perfect! Man you somehow make me miss Cleo as GM.


Sorry, I got distracted again! Talking about April Song gets boring after a while. She’s just so BORING! Hearing her talk and listening to what she has to say makes me want to go find headphones and block her out with music. It’s true, she’s like  Erica Ford but more Asian if that makes any sense. It’s amazing, pro-wrestling is a sport of colorful personalities and yet there lies Erica Ford. Boring as always! Like lighten up then I can stop yawning all the time GOD! Have you ever heard about being a light hearted at times or do they not teach you at the military, air force or whatever you're from. There must be a good reason why you and Erica Ford get along. Maybe because both of you are absolute cringe whenever anything remotely serious comes out of both of your mouths
 
Either way, do you see my point in this? All you are is someone holding a title that I am chasing. It’s simple as that, April that’s all I think of you as. Some simple woman holding a title that has peaked my interest, I don’t care about the defense against Consuela because it’s time for the here and now, nothing more and nothing less. It’s not that I have anything against April Song; it’s just that her holding a title has peaked my interest. A big time match against a champ in the main event with the world’s eyes all on this match, that sounds like a ton of fun. In the way that you took your opportunity and seized as you became Specialist Champion, I will be doing that as well against you this time. Nice way of catapulting myself right to becoming No1 Contender.
 
I frankly won’t care about your silly comments about who I am because that’s coming from a woman. I don’t have enough time in my life to care about April Dong and her opinions about me but what I do care about is the EAW Specialist title she has, the moment Tarah handed me this so called “punishment” it becomes the best shot at making my claim at your next challenger.
 
And I see you there Matsuda, Thursday why don’t you sit down, relax and enjoy as beat the same woman that eliminated you at PFP. You’re probably jealous like usual, this time at me getting my hands on the Specialist Champion before you can.
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So in the end, April’s eventual loss will help me propel even higher up on Empire. The Ace’s Road to the top is quite a treacherous ones filled with people who just want to knock her back down but it just won’t stop me. Try all you want Erica Ford v2. You just won’t be able to beat me just like your Erica Ford v1.
 
And April Dong, before you say anything I need you to simply….
 
Assen! Na~Yo!
 

Because you might need it during this matchup against me.

 
 
 
[Before April can remain lost in her own thoughts, the phone rings. She picks up and frowns, noticing it’s the same number of the person who has been a hospitable employer but definitely condescending as well. They once again speak with the aid of a voice changer, disrupting their voice to the point it’s unable to be recognized.]
 
???????: Ah, April, I hope that I didn’t catch you at a bad time, heh? Time difference and all, so I wanted to make sure I caught you before you went to sleep. I just want you to be aware that once you head over to the manor, you’re completely on your own. There’s no backup, no magic strings I can pull to help you out. I would expect Consuela to fight a little more fairly than her sister would, but know and know damn well that place will be filled to the gills with all sorts of traps, tricks and plenty of cleaning materials. While you will have weapons too depending on how creative you are, Consuela will have any and all control of the environment. My advice is that you finish her quickly.


April: Understood. Now…I have a question for you. You have taken such a great stake in my victories and defeats of late, why don’t you tell me who you are so I can at least know who is trying so hard to make me their attack dog.


???????: All you need to concern yourself with is winning. You win, I pay, EAW pays, and you become a rich woman very quickly. All that warrior’s pride crap is cute, but in reality you took this job to get paid. When it’s fitting for me to reveal myself, I will. For now, concentrate on getting Consuela out of the title picture, permanently if necessary.


April:…………I just want to win. I’m a fighter, not a cold-blooded sadist. I’m going there to win, maybe sample some cooking if she’s not too hurt over the loss, and hitch the fastest flight back to the States possible.


????????: (sigh)….Fine, fine. Just know that people like the Avas are not someone you want tailing you for long periods of time. It’s better to finish them before THEY finish YOU. Just friendly advice. By the by, I hope you are pleased with the partner I was able to help find for you? He will be quite the asset to you in the Grand Prix tournament. Being a former Tag Team champion himself, he can show you how to be a proper player in that should you choose. Goodbye…good night…and good luck. I have a bad feeling you may need it.


April: (scoffs) I’ll take skill over luck, any day.


[Without another word, the mystery benefactor hangs up, leaving April to her own thoughts once again.]


This is just like the old Jujitsu fights back in grade school. No more smacktalking, no more strategizing, now it’s just about getting plenty of rest and going into the fight with a calm mind. Consuela does have a point in some ways, the championship has changed me. I think for the better though. It’s made me realize that I’m capable of surviving in this world, that I don’t have to waste my life as a simple mercenary. There is a legacy that I can leave behind, a way to honor my family as well…maybe….Damn it, April, now is not the time to get sentimental. You have a big day tomorrow! It’s your first title defense in EAW, you can’t drag up all that sentimentality now! Just sit back, get your rest, relax, and be ready for the fight of your life tomorrow.

Empire Promo #1

“Loyalty”

I hate to sound like my age, but this generation is spoiled. By this generation, I’m referring to the current roster of talent. The ones who benefit from the limitless amount of access they have with their fans. Despite the tremendous talent they wield, they can cut their losses when they can - just as long as they get thousands of likes on their latest post. It used to take a lot more than being a pretty face or Youtube shoots to capture the imagination of the audience. Everything depended on what you did in the ring and what you discussed with the press afterwards. Fans were more appreciative of the access they had with their favorite stars, and we realized we couldn’t take them for granted. Nowadays I see wrestlers changing gimmicks and theme songs on a constant basis, and fans turning on their stars when they can’t win the big one. What happened to days of unspoken loyalty between the fan and wrestler?

It seems you change with the seasons Azumi. Whether it’s through face paint or tattoos on your bum you’re always thinking of new ways to get attention. Steph was a lot like this early on. She’s learned the hard way what happens when you’re more concerned with your promotion than what you can deliver in the ring. Meanwhile Haruna is an actress, singer, dancer, seiyu, and everything else under the sun. Everything but a wrestler. When will you take yourself seriously Haruna? When will you decide that your star is fading and there’s no turning back? You should have a legacy worthy of praise by now. All of you should - Steph included! It’s not easy being the best, but instead of making up for your failures, I see only sorry excuses and sneaky victories. Instead of beating Matsuda-san like a fighter, you got over in the cheapest way you can think of. Unfortunately, when one says they don’t care enough times, you begin to see it in the way they carry themselves. You’re a lost soul Goto-san, walking aimlessly across the land, throwing tantrums in your wake. You want to separate yourself from me? I get it. One should follow in their own path, instead of the footsteps of their sensei.

Maybe I disappointed you. Maybe I should have worked you all harder. Your entitlement knows no bounds at this point. You let your jealousy of Cloud’s relationship with me eat you alive like a cancer. As the days go on, it just gets worse and worse for you. Maybe it’s presumptuous of me, but as your sensei I must take responsibility for my pupil’s actions. It’s my mission to humble you with my owns. If I let this slide, you’re in for a world of disappointment. In some ways, you both are. Thelma and Louise didn’t have a happy ending after all. You may call it loyalty, and that may be true. This is the last time I’ll fight you to help you see the truth. After this, look to me as your foe. You’re not my only student. Not even a prized one nowadays.

 
 
(At an Empire special event in Madrid, Spain, April Song has just completed her match, earning a victory using her Swan Song small package driver. After shaking hands with the local competitor who she had just defeated, she stands alone in the ring as someone on the ring crew tosses her a microphone once she has requested one. After tapping on it melodramatically to see if it works, she begins to speak.)
 
April: One question…… (clears her throat) …. Pardon me…. Una pregunta….


(The crowd begins to cheer loudly as April smiles.)


April: ...¿A todos les gusta Empire Wrestling hoy?!


(The crowd roars its approval as April waits them out to continue her speech.)


April: Good. Good. Now, I should ask you to forgive me because I have exhausted the extent of my fluency of the Spanish Language. I kinda need to do the rest of my promo in English.


(Many of the fans chuckle at the comment before April continues.)


April: It was a journey that was done in near-anonymity. I was always seen as a person who could do something “IF”. Or I was a great submission artist “BUT”. That is officially behind me now. As I stand here now, holding the EAW Specialists Championship, it feels like people are finally starting to take notice of the work that I have put in. People are thinking that I am going to rest on my laurels and be content to allow dust to collect on this belt but I promise that I will defend it against wherever, whomever, whenever. And, as a testament to this promise, the “When” is this week. The “Where” just happens to be the native country of my opponent, the “Who” …Consuela Rose Ava. This match will take place in the beautiful city of Madrid. While I would love nothing more than to settle into a cozy villa, take in a few sights and debate the finer points of Real Madrid’s La Liga chances, this isn’t going to be a vacation. This is going to be a business trip of the highest importance. Winning the title is one thing, but if I lose it in my first defense to the very woman that I won it from, then frankly all the hard work that I put in to scratch and claw to get to this point would be forfeit. Sure, no one can take away my status as a former champion, should it come to that, but I don’t want to be remembered as a champion, I want to be remembered as THE champion, the person who set the standard for this championship, to go beyond what Stephanie Matsuda, Cailin Dillon and Brody Sparks have done and make this an even more prestigious title than it has already become in its short lifespan.


(April climbs onto the ring ropes in one of the corners, using it as a hammock before continuing to speak.)


April: I don’t think the main event is going to suffer from me being out here a little while longer, so I want to level with Consuela, or attempt to at least, one more time. Consuela…If you are on a different level than I am, apparently it got scrapped somewhere during game development because I have not seen it yet. Sure, you’ll have literally homefield advantage since the match is taking place in your goddamned HOUSE, but being out of my element hasn’t stopped me from beating you before, as I’m sure you remember. You talk about how I’m getting the big head and being a champion brings out the absolute worst in me, so on and so forth. I think I need to level with you once again: I do like you. I respect you as a human being and think of you as a person who can represent Empire well. But not holding my belt. And, regardless of the wordplay you want to use and the excuses you want to make, the belt is MINE. It has my name on it now. It became MINE after I beat you for it. You’re not a stupid girl, you know how championships work. They are defended, and if the champion is beaten, they hand it over. That’s what happened to you and no verbal gymnastics on your part are going to change that. This isn’t me taking out on you your sister’s social media tirades. Believe me, there will come a time when me and Cameron clash one day and I will remember it, but our match is not rooted in that at all. This match is rooted in holding the Specialists championship. Nothing more, nothing less.


If my words were harsh, tough shit. I would much rather be honest with you to your face and hurt your feelings than lie and flatter and deceive. As much as you may not want to hear me say it, I will tell you what I think is the truth. There are no surprises from me, there is no lying. Even among friends, there has to be a certain honesty, a certain lack of tact is necessary sometimes to get the point across when people need to understand it the most. Am I flawed? Damn right. I have a temper, I drink a lot, I have tickets for speeding in half the continental United States, I’ve killed people in the military and I’ve gotten into bar fights for the hell of it. But…one thing I will never do is bullshit with people. Not in the military, and damn sure not in a wrestling ring.


Do I get pissed off after losses? Do I take slights seriously? Do I walk around with a chip on my shoulder the size of the Bernabéu? Absolutely. From the age of nine onward, I have either fought as a soldier or an athlete. I take losses personally. I was trained as a jujitsu-ka and a solider to think of defeat as the most disgusting, horrifying and pathetic state of life. But that is why I believe I will bring a new chapter of credibility and prestige to this belt. I will batter friend and foe alike, take advantage of any rule I can bend without breaking, scope out any injury, dissect any flaw. Not because I am arrogant or in need of a new attitude. It’s because I am a competitor. I am here in YOUR COUNTRY, España, to defend this title!


As far as the whole One-Trick pony thing goes, for goodness sake, you should let that go! It’s old hat. I apologized and you accepted, right?  I’m not sure You talk about my resume as if it doesn’t include beating you. Now, it’s not like it’s a sure thing that I will beat you three times in a row, it’s always hard to do that in anything under any circumstances, but don’t you think that it’s getting kind of old hat for you to trash my resume when, quite frankly, beating YOU and taking what was once your title are the centerpiece of it? Yes, I make my reputation by submitting people, but I plan on making my legacy one where Submission wrestling is only a centerpiece of what I am capable and recognized for doing, not the only thing. So, if you want to turn around and say I’m the one trick pony, that’s fine…. but the pony’s figured out enough tricks to pin you at least once already, so what’s another sneaky maneuver learned, huh?


History may eventually come your way and you’ll find yourself a Two-Time Specialists Champion, but it’s not going to be on Empire this week. It may come at some FPV years down the line when I have given up the Specialists Title after winning the Women’s World Championship or another championship. It may come at someone else’s expense, but I guarantee you it will not be at mine.


(The crowd starts to heckle and whistle a bit, but April takes it and in stride.)


Lo siento, people, but I’m a champion and this is what I have to do. Consuela is right that I do have a legacy to build and defend here. Consuela won this title first…but I do have to ask, does anyone give a damn who wins the belt first? Haruna Sakazaki won this very same title first and nobody gives a shit. You can win this belt and become a champion…but to become a REMEMBERED champion, to have a legacy, you must defend the title, survive adversity, and emerge victorious. On Empire, in the very house she got spruced up for the occasion…My legacy begins in earnest and her legacy is forever diminished. She will be conveniently at home as she takes her last siesta as a contender for this championship and when she wakes up and I’m long gone, she will remain at home just the same way she left Empire two weeks ago…. EMPTY HANDED.



Sweet Dreams, Consuela!

DYNASTY PROMO #1
 
Is it not a most DELIGHTFUL thing to watch as both prophecy and destiny unfold before your very eyes?!
 
By the many moons and suns leading up to the Painful Pride The Tenth, I vowed that it was my DESTINY to leave victorious in the Great War against the unworthy king AHHHHren Fournear!  I told you all how I had been granted a VEEEEZON of myself wearing the Championship of Hardcore!  And I warned you all how it was prophesized in the Shatter-verse that an avatar of Broken Enlightenment would guide EAW into a new Hardcore Renaissance!  Alas many of you scoffed and dismissed my many claims and predictions.  Now their dissent has been SILENCED while my words continue to spread the word of Nero Maxwell and the wisdom of Broken Enlightenment!  Look at them!  Look at the men who dance to the strings that destiny tugs upon!  Even now my legacy as champion grows, as several men are about to walk into their own great war, simply for the prospect of becoming a future challenger for the crown in wear!  And even now, two legends, two titans, to men of infamy in this land are prepared to bleed for a crown they claim to so lustfully desire!  They did not pursue the ultimate crown worn by the Boy Of Pizza.  Why?  For although they spit most vile and hateful words of me, deep down they have seen the light.  They know I shall revive this DAMAGED division, and they wish to be apart of it.  They wish to take my most sacred of crowns for they know, even if they do not admit it, that it has become the most desired belt in ALLLLLLLL of Answers Wrestling that is Elite.  These men were nowhere to be seen when the previous kings held this crown.  Yet the moment I have obtained it, they all stand up at once to challenge me.  Surely this cannot be coincidence.  It is a sign!  A sign that all that was said to come to pass is true!  With that in mind, is it not most appropriate that the first two challengers to my claim would be my fellows from the Hall that is Famous.  Nero Maxwell and the 7 Deities must be most pleased with this fortuitous turn of events.  But I fear I cannot praise Lord Nero Maxwell alone today, for I would be remised if I did not devote some of my time here today to give my opponents the proper attention they have so richly “earned.”         
 
Mr. Consequences that are Lethal!  Have you ever heard the proverb “a wise man knows much and says little, but a fool knows little and says too much”?  I have!  I heard it from the man himself…William of the clan Shakespeare!  Yezzzzzz hahahaha I have sought his council many a time, and his wisdom is vast and great.  He has recently informed me that when he wrote those particular words, he indeed had a man like YOU in his mind!  And fool you most certainly be, for in your incoherent, inane, and insolant ramblings you have revealed the truth depth of your idiocy.  You dare take credit for my reign as Hardcore King?!  You dare claim the Hardcore Invitational is due to you?!  SILENCE YOU FOOL!!!  If your reign, if your claim to this most historic crown was THAT prestigious, then tell me why it was retired in the first place?  Tell me why it took until I wore it for one such as you to give a damn about this belt again?  You are nothing but a lowly thief, trying to steal one of my treasures!  And it is the duty of a king to punish such thievery!  But it also the duty of the king to educated those less knowledgeable than himself.  So I come before you now, pleading for you to shed your ignorance and join me at my side in spreading the word of Broken Enlightenment and to bring Extreme back to this land of Elite.  Sadly however, I have seen that my words shall fall upon deaf ears.  For a fool will always be a fool!  But take pride Consquences that are Lethal for you have victory even in that, for I have seen in the ether that you are indeed the greatest fool to ever live!  Only a fool as great as you could spout insults “Zack Trash” and believe himself clever.  Only a fool as great as you could call his own diatribe as ramblings.  Only a fool as great as you could focus on an opponent (i.e. Savage Ryan) who does not stand upon the battlefield before you.  There is a kind of skill needed to be a fool as humorous as you are now.  Perhaps you shall serve as my courtly jester?  But know this!  Jokes and foolery aside, I shall NEVER lose a title to a man who would refer to the crown he desires as a “jobber title”!  Such a man is unfit to call himself Champion of Hardcore!  You spout all your accolades and accomplishment, but you dishonor them by calling another beneath you.  So then why do you wish to do battle for this crown?  For greed?  For boredom?  Regardless of your disgusting reasons, such a man certainly has no motivation to bleed for something he does not truly want.  Oh and bleed you shall!  You shall experience a pain you thought only existed in your worst nightmares!  Your blood shall paint the canvas red until not a speck of white can be seen!  And in the end, you shall slither away like a snake, too scared and too cowardly to give up your body for this title.  But I am different!  I am willing to give every ounce of blood I have…every bone there is to break…every inch of skin…all in the name of my crown!  For that is how I shall raise its honor above all other crowns!  To face you for this most beloved championship is a stain upon its, mine, and your own honor.  Fear not however, for your mistake in challenging me is one that I shall only too soon rectify.  And when the battle is done, the world shall gasp in shock as we get something from you that we rarely see but all desperately wish for…the sound of silence!                 
 
Scott of the Diamonds!  All I can say is that I am most glad that you do not seem as foolish as our fellow warrior in this battle.  But even if you are wiser than he, I am no more confident that we shall be brothers in arms in this battle.  For I know you too look upon me and call me a joke.  Oh you may talk of percentages, and you speak with a humble tone, but your history has shown you no more respect me now than you did before.  To hear such words makes me wonder if you remember.  Do you remember how I unseated the undefeated Jaywalker, becoming Champion of the World in the process?  Do you remember how I took over this land and made it my own?  Do you remember all the championships, the accolades, and the victories I have enjoyed?  Certainly you are not as naïve as I fear are you?  I must admit though, to the “UnDamaged” I might appear insane or silly.  But do not all others who have found enlightenment?  Do they not too sound foolish in their preachings and ramblings?  But there is a vast different between them and I.  While they have nothing to prove their claims, I have this…THE HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!  Such a belt is not so easily won either.  One must have endurance to withstand great pain, and the violent imagination to deal it out in greater amounts.  Now think about all that and call me a joke!  You do not have to believe what I believe, but you do have to acknowledge that I am one of the most dangerous men in EAW today!  I have evolved, while you, LC, and so many others have remained stagnant.  Is it not then simply the law of the world that I should rise, while the two of you fall?  Only those who are capable of adapting and change deserve to succeed in this world.  And all my life I have done just that, and I have thrived!  In my lesser forms, when being a thrill seeker did me no good, I became a rebel.  And when I was a rebel without a cause, I became a Chairman.  And when the chairmanship was taken from me, I became a Kingpin.  All throughout both my first form and my current form, I have grown, adapted, and evolved in all situations.  This one is no different.  I shall rise to the challenge, succeed, and walk out of this Great War a greater being than when I stepped into it.  Because I have the confidence to win.  You, on the other hand, do not!  You say there are no guarantees, that there is no certainty that you will win.  And while you are right, for no man can predict the whims of the Gods, you must walk into a Great War believing victory is preordained!  For if you do not, then doubt shall be the chains that drag you into defeat.  Your words have shown you may have the wisdom to not underestimate your opponent, but it has also shown you do not have the confidence to believe in yourself!  These are the weaknesses of both men!  One fights for a cause he does not believe in, and the other fights while not believing in himself!  I suffer under no such weakness!  I have complete and utter faith that my Lord Nero Maxwell shall guide me to victory, because I believe in bringing Hardcore back to prominence!  And a man with both faith and conviction is truly unstoppable!
 

REJOICE!  You two shall be soon remembered throughout history as the first usurpers that the King Of Hardcore had to put down in his long and GLORIOUS reign!  I simply hope you entertain me and the audience well, for you shall set the standard for all challengers that will come after you.  And they too shall join you in the pantheon of the defeated!  For I shall ERASE any and all challengers to my Hardcore Renaissance!  Elite is done…Extreme shall rise again!          

 
When your big moment is taken from you, snatched away from you and ripped up into little pieces of paper. It changes you! It makes you frustrated about taking on any other but the champs. I don’t want this, I’m not interested in facing Matsuda again. It’s gonna end into another win for me and it won’t help what I truly desire! A championship shot!
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See Stephanie, I didn’t need Haruna’s help to beat you two weeks ago and I personally can’t control what she does but in the end, I took a win there in that match regardless of how it ended. The simple and straight up fact with all of this is that I’m better! You can complain all you want that but the result will forever be in my favor. And then comes you. Manami, the Goddess Of War. I would be lying if I wasn’t excited in facing you this week, the woman who I grew watching on TV. The girl I would idolize when I got into professional wrestling. The same woman who trained me, the eventual former Goddess, isn’t that right Manami? And I personally don’t care who you throw your title of goddess towards, I don’t care if it’s Mei, Stephanie or whoever else you decide. That’s all behind me, the goal I wanted last year is now the past for me. Just like everything involving us, my training had you teaching me but I truly believe that I am self-taught in everything ever since I got here. You taught me on what to do in the ring but nothing else. I learned that stepping on the toes of during my career is necessary or else and I’m pretty sure you’ve done that a couple times yourself, Manami-sensei. Ruined friendships, relations and whatever else were needed and don’t you dare lie to me about crap like this and say that you’ve never done.
 
Miss Manami is from being a saint, similar to me but she’ll act like one. That’s the difference that will always separate me from you. I don’t care about my public image, I don’t care if this entire place thinks of me, I’ll accept my mistakes, my failure and become better through them all. A lesson some not named Miss Manami taught me. With her is that she’ll never accept her horrible mistakes and failures thinking that training new rising talent will be the best ways to have people forgive those mistakes she has made in her career. The myth of the indestructible Japanese Ocean Queen is dying; the retirement tour is going pretty well but maybe a little bit more needs to be thrown your way to make this more interesting. If that idiotic Nova will do anything, there should have been a Teacher vs. Stu--- I mean Former Student match set already but what can I do. I’m not interested in cashing in on just a simple singles match.
 
And I’m certainly not interested in your crap, Matsuda. I’m really not, you have the audacity to constantly call me out and why? Just so you can continue this game of one-upmanship that you think I’m playing along with you. Continue to think I care about anything that comes out from your mouth about me because I won’t care because, in the end, you’re pretty much perfect to be Manami’s successor. Why? Because you’re just like her, call out others on their mistakes but never pay attention to your own failures. Your losses, try as hard as you want. It will ALWAYS haunt you, losing to Malicious Intentions, that little girl… whatever her name was custody to Alexis. You failed at Pain For Pride but that’s all going to pass you by because you like to point out the crap that others have done. I’ll say it right now, I’ve failed at capturing the tag titles. The High Rollerz got the better of us at FPV but the score right now is 1-1. Just like the score between us, Steph. And to tell you the truth, I just want the right time before I cash in my Control In The Vault briefcase, the perfect moment I can fulfill my gold filled obsession.
 
Nobody is stopping me from getting a championship around my waist. I don’t care if they consider themselves a Goddess, a Queen, a Leader or something stupid! Right now beyond everything, the biggest thing for me is to claim that first championship! The thing that has eluded me for so long.
 
Nothing will come in MY way! Even if your name is Miss Manami


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Today is the last day is that people will see me as her Protégé, I will break all the bonds that I don't need on my journey! 

We don’t always get what we want. We don’t always have what we need. As we rise above basic needs, it becomes difficult to discern what wants we can cast aside. When I watched my first NMW match, I wanted to become a pro wrestler. When Michael Hunter gave me his contact info, I needed him to teach me. I don’t think I would have gotten far without his sage advice and wisdom. After a while, I rose above being a rookie and sought a new mentor. I needed to further my talents. When I met Manami, I wanted to be under her tutelage. What she gave me is something invaluable. I’m not just talking about thing related to wrestling - she made me proud to be a Matsuda. She gave me a sense of pride in my unique upbringing, understanding my insecurities when she introduced me to the legends of the puroresu ring. That is why I can say I’m proud to fight beside the Goddess of War herself.

You both need each other huh? Partners in crime, interrupting each other’s matches, on some ride or die level? Well, you certainly died together when the High Rollerz put your sorry asses back on the shelves. Now I hear through the grapevine that you’re scratching your way back to the main event tag scene? Over my dead body ladies. You had your shot, and in classic Azuna/Hazumi fashion, you miss that metaphorical football. Two of you remind me of Carlos Rosso back in 2016. 


Shout-out to my boy. Good to see you back in the saddle.

I’m not going to be a total hater. You two put on one hell of a show, more than either of you ever did with me- wait. Scratch that. I recall Haruna and I defeating a certain pink haired Cali girl and red/orange haired Texan a while back. There’s no doubt those two would eat the High Rollerz alive. But alas, one’s too busy trying to kill the other. Yeah, you two put in that work, but love doesn’t win championships. Mutual understanding does. For the second half of last season, you were at each other’s throats more than making kissy faces. Haru-chan, I know you’ve been avoiding the truth, but the reality is that you and I make a better team than the weird symbol thing that supposed to be whatever you and ‘zumi are. This is a fact you try to deny and let sit at the bottom of your throat, refusing to swallow. It’s okay sweets; wouldn’t be the first time for you.

Shout-out to Mexican Samurai. Happy to see you back my dude.

Regardless if you’re swallowing for Alex or dropping the ball like Carlos, one fact remains true: our scissor sister tag game is tighter than you and Goto-san’s. You may want to be better with her, but you need me. You need me to fight with you, fight against you, hell maybe one day I’ll even fight for you! The remainder of your existence will always be tied to me Haruna - whether either of us likes it or not. We both wish things could be different, but it is what it is. 

(shrugs)

Take into consideration what I’m about to say Azumi. I need you to carefully watch my Blasian lips as utter five words that are truer than life itself:

You can never beat me.

Before you start assen na yoing away, I want you to think back to two weeks ago. It took a distraction from your lady to give you a count out victory. You didn’t pin me. You didn’t make me tap. You stood to ring the ring like a goddamn coward and took the v like a punk bitch on prom night. It was the equivalent to a pity f*bleep*k.  (sighs)

YOU PITY F*BLEEP*KED YOUR WAY TO DIA DEL DIABLO JUST LIKE YOU PITY F*BLEEP*KED YOUR WAY THROUGH YOUR ENTIRE CAREER!

Signing with JET? A pity f*bleep*k. When you won the JET Championship? A pity f*bleep*k. Being here in EAW? A pity f*bleep*k. And don’t let me get started with that suitcase you still have in your possession? What’s the plan Azumes!? Are you going to crack that bitch open or are you too scared to tap to an 187? Or you’re petrified to see the eyes of Texas? Heh, you may want to get off at the nearest exit because Cloud’s City is several miles away. Once you enter, there’s no way out sweets. You can hide behind your suitcases, and your Harunas with your hands over your ears yelling ‘Assen na yo!’ till your voice gives out! It still won’t change your reality. And remember: your reality is mine as well. Mi Casa es tu casa bitch. The ring is my home, and I welcome you to it. 

You two need this victory more than Manami, and I do. But we want to win, so pop that balloon right quick before you shatter your hope and dreams. Take a moment, breathe ‘assen na yo’ and remember to swallow: just like you used to back in ‘16. Heh, there was a lot of that going on last year. Yeah, I’m a bitch, but I wear that title proudly. Just like ‘half-breed’ or ‘Tryhard.'

Shout-out to Claudia Michaels. We’ll cross paths again soon enough.     

Sensei and I have your number. You and yours are stuck in the ring with us. There’s no escape and no way of one saving the ass of the other. We’re going to handle our business like grown ass women. Your insecurities are getting the better of you Azumi - you need to stop it. The worse it gets, the more I want to knock the teeth out of your mouth. 

And that is a 'want' you don’t want to see become a 'need.'

 
(Weeks ago, April Song is sitting alone in the locker room, holding the EAW Specialists Championship on her lap. Even though she is elated at her victory, a part of her is still in shock. While she has been sitting, a few members of the roster have, happily or begrudgingly, come by to congratulate her on her victory. The most recent of which, Miss Manami, reduced April to tears momentarily. In just days, she had completed the difficult climb from challenger to champion. As she continued to take stock of what this victory meant, her cell phone rang, displaying a familiar number.)


April: It’s me….


(There was no speaking for a moment, a slow clap emanating from the other side of the line.  Then a distorted chuckle could be heard. The person, whoever it was, was still using the voice changer that April had become familiar with.)


?????: Congratulations! I had no idea that you had it in you! For a while I had been starting to get worried with all your failing and mucking things up, but you’ve pulled through. While I must say I’m impressed by your work, you realize now that your mission is only half complete. The complete subjugation of the Empire Roster will not be achieved until Aria Jaxon is defeated. We saw how close you are in that regard…. but for now, be patient. Besides…. I have a fun little diversion for you as you go about your reign a Specialists Champion. Have you heard of the EAW Grand Prix?


(April smiles a bit.)


April: Yes. And I haven’t had much luck finding a partner.


?????: It’s taken care of. Defend your belt in Spain, then I’ll leave you to your preparations for the tournament. Remember April…it’s hard to keep a championship belt around your waist. It’s much harder than winning it, that’s for sure. I know from experience, love. Buena Suerte…




 
The following is a promotional video prepared for the Empire Main event by April Song.




 

[The package ends with April standing alone in the center of the gym, her cold brown eyes staring into the camera.]


You are not on my level, Consuela. While it may pain you to realize that truth…that is reality.



[Lifting the belt that she bested Consuela for, she holds it eye level just before the screen immediately fades to black.]

 
You just think you have all of the answers, don’t you Aria Jaxon? You’re so obsessed with pointing out what I can’t do, that you’re immediately ignoring what is obvious that I can do. So many women have walked around screaming that they are an agent of chaos. I am chaos. You still think this has something to do with the Women’s Championship and the power that comes with it. Some powerful object isn’t it? That a mere woman could just rip it in half with her hands. Well, I’m no mere woman. You think I did this out of spite. You think that title is my target. You can’t even wrap your head around the possibility, can you? This isn’t about that title. This is about you. I left Pain for Pride a shell of the woman everyone thinks I was. Now, I’m awake. I feel it inside of me like lightning. It strikes at the nerves inside of me in an unexplainable jolt that directs me to act. It reminds me that it’s time to make my next move. What I did last week wasn’t about the Women’s Championship. It wasn’t about some piece of metal. It wasn’t about Madison either, a woman who can’t even figure out who or what she is. No, this is about The Queen. I should say, not my queen. This is an act of war, not on you as a champion. But on you as a person. And for some reason that doesn’t seem to resonate with you. We always get the same image of Aria as the rough and tough champion with all the gruff of a common street thug. Oh, you’re so cool aren’t you. Absolutely ice cold. Well what I brought to your doorstep on Empire was heat you couldn’t control. You had everything to say about my presence there. I only needed three actions to close your mouth. A t-shirt, a taste of vixen destruction and the tearing in half of a trophy that you worship like a god and believe makes you some sort of royalty. I don’t waste my time worshipping gods that don’t exist, and I’m not concerned with treating inanimate objects as such. I fight with the fury of a goddess and the intention of the worst devil you’ll ever know. I do this because my business with you was unfinished. We fight until one of us can’t fight anymore. That’s the only way it can be.
 
Why should I bow down to something I don’t believe in? Why should I sit still want wait when nothing is stopping me from moving forward with what I want to do? I don’t with to pester you because you’re the champion. No, our history goes much deeper than that for you to cast this aside as some sort of petty rivalry or sad plot to get at that title. This is about so much more. Can’t you just feel it? Can’t you actually take a real moment and realize that this isn’t about your status? I was carried out of Pain for Pride last month on the shoulders of demons who wanted me as their own. I was shown another way. I woke up. This isn’t about the past or the future, Aria. This is about right now. This is about me an you and doing this forever if it’s what it takes. Title or no title, one of us will lose a big piece of ourselves when we’re done with each other. Don’t waste your words trying to create “shade” when the real thing you should be paying attention to is the ticking clock. Can you hear it? It ticks at such a steady rate. But each time we face each other or interact I can sense it moving faster and faster. It’s quickly building up to the moment that everything becomes a powder keg between us. And when that happens… boom… nothing will ever be the same. But then again, noting was ever made to be the same forever. Our souls were not created to be incorruptible. Even as amazing as the one Aria Jaxon is, her soul too can feel the pain and despair that so many others felt. She hasn’t felt it yet, but I assure you all she’s already made reservations. It’s only a matter of time before it comes calling. And when it does… she’ll never be the same again.
 
I don’t really know what should be said to Madison Kaline. She’s the one who talks of jealousy so much it’s clear she must be jealous of something herself. She is so addicted to something that the rest of us can’t even grasp. But she can’t grasp it either. And she can’t grasp anything that will even remotely bring her the satisfaction she seeks. I always have to laugh, and you should all too, when I encounter someone obsessed with taking credit for something. You have the Sheridan’s who take credit for Empire, the Madison’s who take credit for The Coven and you have those who constantly wish to stamp their name to some sort of revolution. Madison would chose to waste her breath with concern over who’s where and at what time. And she’s obsessed with the idea that someone is trying to take advantage of success that she created first. The truth is the whole of Madison Kaline is just a package of outlandish statements over and over. She’s the type that says these things for one reason: to convince herself that what she says is true. But her words don’t seem to resonate elsewhere like she wants. Frequently you will hear a person like this complaining about how they aren’t taken seriously. It’s ok, Madison, darling, the world knows exactly how serious you take yourself. But sadly for you, the world cannot return this level of seriousness back to you. And I’m not even going to begin to waste my time thinking about it. Your problems are meaningless to me. Your performances? I don’t care what you think about them. And what you think of me, or The Coven? Well that’s just you signing your name to your own death certificate. I assure you that you are no longer a “sister” to these women. I can absolutely assure you that your loss last week was just the beginning in a line of big checks that you just simply can’t cash. The great Mistress of Death is nothing more than a woman who gave herself a nickname she hasn’t ever lived up to. Even her own beliefs about her career pale in comparison to the true stories. But I could never blame someone for trying so hard to build up this false perception about themselves. As long as someone doesn’t realize the truth, right?
 
But your failures don’t define you. No, you are not your failures at all, Madison. Those who try to make you out to be those moments simply don’t understand the breath of who you are. What defines you is your ineptitude. If ever there was a small dog pretending to be the big dog on the porch, barking as loudly and obnoxiously as she can at everyone that passes by, it is you. It’s just that eventually that act became stale and it wasn’t worth standing around and listening to you. That’s why you aren’t hardly the target of all of this. You’re just an innocent bystander about to be wrecked by two women with seriously bad intentions. You can reject my claims and pretend I’m not capable of holding my own weight, but the only person who will get the last laugh over your statements is going to be me. When I write my checks, I do cash them. And from now on, I sign them in the blood of my opponents. If you don’t want to believe that, if you choose to be the first in what is sure to be a large list of nonbelievers, than please prepare yourself for pain unlike any you’ve felt before. If you think this is The Coven you “built” then you are sadly mistaken. This is The Coven like it was always meant to be. This is The Coven you weren’t capable of building because of your own sure incapability. This is The Coven that will create problems you could only dream of. The Mistress of Death is nothing but a myth, a character written in your own mind. A beautiful piece of fiction. But what we do will be written in history and it will stand the test of time. And you? No one cares what you do from here.
 

Alexis and I aren’t taking this lightly and we aren’t here to play games or mess around. That isn’t the way The Coven does things any longer. This isn’t the way Madison wanted things done. This is the way they will be done with Cailin around. And Aria… you have a big, black target all over your back. Even blacker than my soul. The fire that rains down on your reign as “The Queen” might be too damn hot for you to handle. You think you’ve walked through fire before and you think you’ve survived far worse than I could possibly do now… but you haven’t seen a damn thing yet. I won’t stop until we’re done. And if you can’t handle that, Aria, I’m the only one that’s going to walk out of this standing on her own two feet. War has been declared, your highness, so you better prepare your troops. The castle walls are coming down soon. Your Empire better be on alert. I’m about to bring hell on earth.