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RAMPAGE THAT IS GRAND PROMO #1
 
{Greetings one and all!
 
Tis I…The Scribe!  Here to bring to you once again a tale of Broken Enlightenment and “Damaged” glory that will hopefully ERASE all doubts about the greatness and generosity of my master…Zack Crash!
 
When find my master currently at his Earthly residence within the Crash Compound. There, he has sequestered himself inside of his meditation room since the end of the previous Voltage.  There he has taken no food, no water, and no rest.  Just deep and uninterrupted meditation has been his sustenance.  It is only now that he has permitted our persons into the room so that we may take down his words for current and future generations.  The room is purest white and bare of any form of visually or physical distraction.  No furniture for one to rest their weary body, no decorations of which to please the eye and mind.  Only a flat surface on all sides to lock-in the occupants wandering thoughts.  The room radiates with the aura of the Shatter-verse, granting all those who dwell within peace and serenity.  It is here my master comes to seek the guidance of Nero Maxwell, the seven deities, and the forces of Broken Enlightenment that compel us all to seek our “Damaged” form.  And it is here that he quite often receives the answer to his inquires.  He chants the holy words to himself that permit his “Damaged” soul to pass between realms.  Doubtless his soul is currently receiving guidance even as I write these words. 
 
But soon his eyes are wide, alight with newly acquired wisdom.  He remains sitting cross-legged as he gestures for me to begin my duties scribing his words.}
 
Zack Crash:  There are many forces at work within the universe in which we live.
 
They struggle against the forces of entropy, forever trying to keep the progress of life moving forwards and never backwards.  One such force is, of course, the force of Broken Enlightenment, of which I am its Earthly avatar.  It seeks for us all to evolve into the next form of humanity, so that we may achieve greater feats than what was previously dreamed of.  But alas, it is not the only force competing in the struggle.  Some of these unnamed forces are on the side of good, trying to advance life into its purest form.  Others are on the side of evil, trying with ill-intent to devolve life into an ugly and horrid thing.  That is why I find the Rampage That Is Grand such a fascinating symbolism.  One could say that the Rampage That Is Grand is a perfect physical metaphor to represent the constant struggle of the universe.  The men in the ring represent the forces, and the ring is the universe, as each one trying to expel the others to claim the universe for itself.  Some of those forces are good, and some are not, but in the end when any opposing force comes together, it can only create CHAOS!  But there is a greater force out there that controls all of it.  A force that is beyond good or evil.  A force that even chaos must bow to.  A force that not even the greatness that is Broken Enlightenment is immune from.  That force…is the force known as destiny!  Destiny sits outside of time and space, looking down upon all things.  It sees both their beginning and their end!  And upon any creatures creation, it writes down in its Book Of Eternity what path that creature should follow from its first day unto its very last!  It is absolute, and nobody can change it, despite what they may think.  For some destiny is a kind mistress, blessing them with all manner of advantages denied to others.  For others destiny is a force to be feared, as it dictates for them a life of misery, woe, and failure.  But perhaps not!  Perhaps the hand of destiny has guided you through these trials and tribulations as a way of testing your resolve!  And perhaps in your persistence you will soon find yourself rewarded by the hand of destiny far more than any who has been eternally blessed by her judgment.  Such has always been the guiding force in the career of Zack Crash!
 
I am a creature who used to believe in the power of the individual, who did not believe in the power of fate or destiny.  I would once laugh at such notions.  But in my evolution, I have seen that destiny has forever guided me to prosperity.  It was destiny that I, in a moment of being an agent of freedom, should see an advertisement for Glass House in the year 2011, which would eventually lead me to sign a contract Wrestling that is Elite.  For destiny knew this was where I truly belonged.  It was destiny that I would win Vault full of Cash in the year 2013, which would gift me with my first World Championship.  But even greater than that, it is this event, which would guide me to meet my greatest opponent and rival Jacob Senn!  Through our war with each other we have ARISEN to even greater heights of success than we could have on our own!  Destiny knew we were fated to be perfect rivals for the other!  Twas destiny that I should gain control of EAW and lose my previous self in power and greed!  Tis destiny that told me to form OMERTA, and was destiny yet again that separated me from those who shielded my greed and avarice filled spirit.  All those things, all those triumphs and failings, each was an important and necessary step along the staircase of fate that has led me to where I am today!  I would not change a thing about any of it, for to alter even a single event might possibly reverse all that I have become.  Destiny at times seemed kind to me, when she gifted me with Hall Of Fame and championship status.  And at times she has been cruel when she denied those things to me.  But she did so because she knew the time was not right for me to have those things, as she positions me ever where I need to be.  The time was not right to defeat Devan Dooobian, and the time was not right to defeat Ecleeepse Daymos.  But the time eventually comes for all those who persist!  For those who do not give in, the sun will rise even on the darkest of nights!  And though the road has been long and arduous, it was simply a matter of DESTINY that I should one day succeed!  Those recent defeats have lead me to my new PERMONEEETION!  A permoneeetion that has informed me…the time is now!  I can feel destiny’s hand working in my favor!  It tells me that I shall be the one to outlast 29 other forces of the universe and shall be the last one standing.  Yeeeeezzzzz hahahaha!  I have been a most patient servant to the forces of the universe, never faltering in my beliefs.  I have waited, and waited…and waited…and waited…and waited!  Now all my waiting shall soon be rewarded.  I shall receive an accolade far greater than any championship.  I shall step into a realm of immortality that only a handful of men have ever entered into!  My victory at the Rampage of Grandness shall serve as a tribute to Nero Maxwell and the forces of Broken Enlightenment.  But even my victory at the Rampage Grandiose shall pale in comparison to the victory I shall achieve afterwards!  For the victor of the Rampage shall be guaranteed an opportunity at glory at Wrestling that is Elite’s greatest show!  And I shall be there in the main event!       
 
It shall be thus because what greater place to begin the birth of the true Broken Era than upon the most GLORIOUS stage that Wrestling that is Elite can provide.  The stage that is Painful Pride!  Millions upon millions of viewers!  Pilgrims from all over the world!  Think of how the word of Broken Enlightenment shall spread after such an event!  Tis here I have been informed that I shall begin to build my movement.  I shall show the world the truest power of the “Damaged” form, of which I have been holding in reserve until the right moment.  They shall gaze in awe and wonder at its sovereignty, and shall return to their suburbs, their countries, and shall spread the word of all they have witnessed.  They shall carry the message of the Broken Era upon their lips and share it with others.  Afterwards they shall all flock to me in order to learn more about the way of Broken Enlightenment and how they too can achieve their “Damaged” form.  June of the 24th and 25th shall be written within the pages of history as the day Broken Enlightenment was truly born in this world and granted to all Nero Maxwell’s children.  This you cannot stop!  Anymore than you could stop my previous form from success!  It is not a matter of skill or Enlightenment that I shall win this match.  It is a matter of I am meant to win it!  It is my destiny to win the Rampage of Grand proportions!  And you cannot stop destiny!  Many men have tried through all my forms to try and prevent me from obtaining that which has been preordained to be mine.  Jacob Senn sought to prevent me from rising to the top, but he failed despite his victories because I was meant to rise!  Ecleeepse Daymos has sought to end the era of Broken Enlightenment before it begins, and yet here I still stand preaching the words of the Shatter-verse.  And upon the 15th day of April, 29 men shall try to deny me yet again from what I am destined to have.  The Great Gold has been absent from around my waist for too long, but I was not truly worthy in my previous forms, as I was blinded by Earthly desires.  Now I am pure and I am ready to be a king once again!  This Rampage shall indeed be most Grand, but not in the way many of you think.  It shall be Grand for it will be the signal of the reemergence of Zack Crash as a top talent in EAW, and it shall be the first event to trigger the start of the Broken Era!  An era in which you shall either be “Damaged”…or Broken!   
 
29 men stand before me, and 29 men shall soon be ERASED…ERASED…ERASED…ERASED!!!                
 
{And with his words written down and about to be sent out for all the word to read, my master returns to his meditation.  He chants the holy words, closes his eyes, and returns once again to the realm of the Shatter-verse.  There he say see all, hear all, and prepare for all!  And so I give a warning to all competitors who read my master’s words…fear him!  He is the one you must beat in this match, and I feel the only way you shall even hold a hope of preventing his inevitable rise is to gang upon him in a swarm.  And yet I feel even that shall be dubbed a futile attempt.  For you may be able to stop a man presently, but you can never stop destiny! 
 
Things are about to become…BROKEN!!!
 

Fade to black.} 

Grand Rampage (Mark Michaels) promo #1


(The scene opens backstage at the ScottTrade Center in ST. Louis, Missouri. It's here that we find EAW's Social Media Champion "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels, stepping thru the curtain to the Gorilla position moments after his victory over Finnegan Wakefield. Michaels, still elated after his win doesn't even notice his agent Johnny J. Rushing up to congratulate him.)

Johnny: "Great win tonight Mark! This one should put us right back into title contention, and what's better, I just found out you'll be in the Grand Rampage match on Saturday night, and the official announcement will be made a little later tonight!"


Michaels: "Well of course I'm in the Grand Rampage match, Sebastian Monroe knows damn well that if he wants Dyansty to have the Main Even at the biggest Pain For Pride ever, then he had better put in the best wrestler on not only Dynasty, but in EAW as a whole. He knows that he needs Mark Michaels in that match because I'm going to tear thru twenty nine sons of bitches like a hot knife thru butter!"


Johnny: "I like hearing that Mark, but do you think you can actually pull it off? There is a tremendous amount of talent in this year's match, and all of them are looking to win it all."


Michaels: "John, you know I'll kick each and every one of there asses just like I did with Finnegan Wakefield just now. I mean there is no way in hell I'd allow myself to be tossed out by someone like that Limey little shit, or his stoner buddy. So as I see it the Kights of the Dawning. Better bow down before their king and just remove themselves from this match before I mangle and embarrass both of them... again.

Oh but perhaps you're worried about mister better luck next year himself, Moongoose McQueen? You know the guy who earned his spot by losing a match. I swear if anyone has been rewarded more for coming up short in this company, I haven't met him. Moonjuice or whatever the fuck his name is, likes to talk about champions, well I can tell you that as the Undisputed Social Media Champion, that he isn't even a contender. He lacks the one thing that every great wrestler needs more than anything to succeed in the company. He lacks PASSION for this sport. See to him this is just a place where he can show up, get pinned, and get paid. He doesn't give two shits about elevating this industry, he just wants a check. So when he enters at number one in the Grand Rampage match, he'll have to go thru twenty nine men who would have their right arm cut off just for a title shot. And out of those twenty nine, there is gonna be one who will be more than happy to send his ass sailing over the top rope in a moment that will be trending across all of social media.


But if you're still not convinced John, how bout we discuss TLA, the man who seems to be the talk of Dyansty week in and week out. The guy who has been ducking me since he was the New Breed Champion. I tell you John, TLA's success isn't by accident, it's because he's always shy'd away from having to step in the ring with the man who could wrestle circles around him. TLA is afraid to face Mark Michaels because he knows that I'd rip him apart quicker than a hiccup and prove just how overrated TLA actually is. Well at Grand Rampage I finally get to prove to the world that I'm better than TLA. That I always have been! That Even La Panther Sexual isn't better than perfect! And after I'm done Tossing TLA over the top rope, he can go right back to tossing one of his home boy's salad.

And as for the rest of the vermin who a crush like cockroaches on a weekly basis, well just like that masked Jackass El Ironico, they're all gonna find themselves stumbling over their own feet, and out to the arena floor.


And in the case of Sheridan Muller, she simply doesn't have the balls to win The Grand Rampage match."


Johnny: "But what about the talent from the other brands?"


Mark: "Jesus Johnny, do I have to go over every little thing in detail? Fine then, you want to talk about the lesser brands of EAW, than let's talk. First off there is not a soul on ShowDown who can touch me in that ring. Not that meathead Lars Grier, not the Mark Michaels wannabe Chris Elite, and certainly not the guy who failed to live up to even the lowest of expectations Matt Ryder! I'll be tossing each of them out with smile on my face.

They'll be no Main Event for Nobi, we'll be saying sayonara Stark, and As for that Pizza delivering putz, I'll be sending him back to him back to dominos without a tip!

Hell not even Ryan Marx, with all his commie bullshit, and that coveted number thirty spot, not even he is is gonna have enough in him to stop me this Saturday night. I swear on everything that's holy, you'll be seeing so many sorry sons a bitches running from me, they'll think the running of the bulls came early this year! So it doesn't matter if Ryan thinks himself a philosopher or the Zietgeist, or the last bastard I'm gonna give a first class seat on the end of my boot to, Ryan Marks will just be another face in the crowd of men whom I stand head and shoulders above this Saturday night!

And last, and most certainly least, you have the bottom of the barrel, the pond scum of EAW, you have the Voltage roster. I mean when the biggest name you can put into the Grand Rampage is an over the hill, and out of his mind Zack Crash, you know your brand isn't getting the Pain for Pride main event. Now don't get me wrong, Zack was a top player in EAW just as recently as last year, but his time at the top of this company is over and done. It is time now for Zack Crash to step aside and allow the next generation to carry this company take their rightful place. And if he knew what was good For him, he'd better do it soon, or else I'll Delete his ass for good.

But hey at least Zack can look back on all his prior accomplishments, which is a hell of a lot more than someone like The Nas Capitani Moore whogivesafuck can. The ultimate underachiever in this company, the one who thinks that hiding behind the old haggard bitch who dumped Methuselah can keep him from getting chewed up and spit out by the man whose combination of speed, strength, and endurance will carry him to immortality when he crushes all who stand between him and the world Heavyweight Championship. So let Nasir take his new attitude and stick it straight up his ass along with all the other gimmicks he's played, because he's about to go toe to toe with the greatest professional athlete on the planet! And after I'm done with him, the ultimate underdog is gonna be put down.

And that leaves Nathan Fiora, provided he can actually make it to Grand Rampage. I mean word on the street is that he's concussed half way out of his mind by that one guy on Voltage... you know the one who always like 'FIRE BAD!', you know the one I mean John."


Johnny: "Yeah, he's good in the ring."


Michaels: "You bet your ass he is, in fact he's the only guy I think actually has a chance to win this year. Anyways Nathan might not even know his own name by this Saturday night, and whether he does or not, I'm still gonna kick his ass from pillar to post from bell to bell.


And that goes for the rest of the rat bastards that I'm gonna bowl over. Whether I'm number two or number twenty nine, it won't matter because there is not a man in this match that will ever be better than PERFECT! So to all my followers in Barcelona, brace yourselfs because your hashtag hero shall before your very eyes dispatch with every stupid idiot who would dare to try to stand between me and my destiny. This Saturday night I show the world exactly why I am the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, and the future face of Elite Answers Wrestling! I guarantee that will out last and out preform every single man and woman who would saunter down to the ring. And when I do, I'll be headed directly to the main event of the biggest event in the history of this sport! The clock is ticking, the countdown to me ascending to the top of EAW is on. This is my time now, and not a one of these Michaels envy suffering trolls are gonna say otherwise. This Saturday night twenty nine unfortunate assholes are gonna experience first hand exactly why I am the greatest professional wrestler to ever lace up a pair of boots! I am the Destiny of Dynasty, the Undisputed Social Media Champion and come Pain for Pride, the new World Heavyweight Champion, and come this Saturday those twenty nine chumps are gonna picture THAT!"

Johnny: "I am sure they will. Now let's get ready to post the announcement on you Social Media accounts."


(Michaels and his agent walk out of the frame murmuring strategy for this Saturday.)


FADE TO BLACK.

(Mike Showman is seen in the streets of Barcelona Spain holding a microphone. He is in a Bugatti and the body of the car is wrapped with various posters on which is written “Support Mike Showman, help him become the Grand Rampage 2017 winner” both in English and Spanish. Behind the Bugatti, a Hummer follows. The cars are moving along slowly as the curious people are seen following the cars or stopping their daily work to come out and have a look. Finally, the Bugatti and the Hummer stops near the Camp Nou stadium of Barcelona. Mike hops out of his car and stands on top of the hood as he adjusts his mic. He then pulls out a piece of paper as he reads that carefully before turning his attention to the crowd)

Mike: ¡Hola! ¿Cómo están los barceloneses? Mi nombre es Mike Showman y soy el Prince of Trash Talk, la persona con clase, el hombre que no da mierda y por último pero no menos importante, el líder de la nueva generación. Damn it feels so good to throw that out in Spanish….oh well, He venido aquí antes de que usted pida algo de usted antes de que entre en el fósforo más importante de mi vida. Uhhh……..

(An awkward silence follows as Mike struggles to read from the paper. The crowd starts whispering among themselves. Finally, Mike throws the paper away and jumps down from his car)

Mike: You know what? Fuck it. I am pretty sure that you guys here understand English pretty well and so I don’t need to stoop down to your level and speak your language. And in case anyone here doesn’t understand English, I don’t give a shit and also there is no need for dumb people to hear my words. Anyways, just after three days, I will be participating in perhaps the most important match in my wrestling career when I step inside the ring with thirty other competitors for the annual Grand Rampage match. Now for those super illiterate guys who are out here today, it’s a match in which you have to throw your opponent over the top rope in order to eliminate them. So yeah, its one heck of a challenge and that challenge will take place (points towards the massive stadium) inside that cesspit…..I mean, amazing stadium known as Camp Nou, a place famous for cheaters, divers……I mean a place famous for legends of FC Barcelona.


(Few in the crowd are angry at Mike’s words. Some call him a ‘Madridiot’ and leave. Others start chatting among themselves and few more join in)

Mike: Now, now no need to get angry. We all know that Barcelona is a famous soccer club with fans from all around the world and the reason for this is because they are very successful. They have won a lot of trophies not only in Spain but also in Europe and yeah, people like to back a successful club. Players of other clubs literally shit in their pants when they face a Barcelona player because they are so good. But yeah, why are they so good? Is it because they have good players? Yes, of course. Is it because they have a great manager? Again, a valid reason. But one thing that I know for sure makes Barcelona so good are the always vocal fans. That’s right, you fans contribute a lot to the club’s success. It is because of you people cheering the players each and every time is the reason why they play so well and so even in defeat, Barcelona always looks so good. 

(The crowd claps. Some smile broadly as Mike gives a satisfied grin)

Mike: So now that we are on the subject of fan support, when I step inside the stadium as a participant in the Grand Rampage match, I would like the same reaction from each and every one of you give when the divers…I mean legends of FC Barcelona walk down that tunnel onto the pitch. When I eliminate someone from the match, I want each and every one of you to cheer for me in unison just like you do when Barcelona score a goal. In short, I want you all to cheer me on and carry me forward so that I can win the whole damn thing and give a huge push to my message of a ‘classy EAW’ and spread it across each and every corner of the company. You might ask, how can such a thing be possible? Well my idiot Spanish friends once I become the winner of the Grand Rampage, I will move on to the main event of Pain for Pride ten and once I main event the show of shows, there can be nothing that can stop me from making EAW ‘classy’ again. Because then, people will start following me because they will realize that my ‘classy’ methods always result in a victory, they will realize that using my ‘classy’ methods they can enjoy a successful life and so, they too will abandon their old methods and come and join my ‘classy’ revolution. 

(Mike sits on the hood of the car)

Mike: Now, you might be wondering, why support someone like me? I mean, you all can easily support someone like Nasir Moore or Aren Mstislav because after all, they are proven winners. While that is a valid point, there is one thing you all have to remember and that is, in the past few weeks, I have been making the headlines because of the fact that I humiliated these so called ‘veterans’ like Nasir and Aren. This week, I beat the crap out of Aren and if mommy Nasir hadn’t come and saved her little demonic daughter Aren, he might have been too hurt to even compete in the Grand Rampage match. And now that we are on the topic of missed matches, my beat down of Nas forced him to miss the match against my best friend Jon McAdams a couple of weeks ago on Voltage and so you have to understand that I do not make empty threats or promises. What I say is what I do and so when I say that I can win the whole damn thing, I can win it. Nasir and Aren might say that I can’t win on their watch but I say that they will be left watching as I eliminate them from the match and shatter their dreams of doing something relevant on Pain for Pride. This is the era of the new generation and I am the leader of the new generation and so, I will give it my all to become the winner and so ladies and gentlemen, cheer for me, raise your voices and support me because that is the right way to go

(Mike takes a deep breath and smiles)

Mike: Alright, that more or less does it. Now, just because you all were great people who listened patiently till the end, except those guys who called me a ‘Madridiot’….FUCK THOSE GUYS! I have decided to present you all with a little something. 
(Whistles as a man comes running out of the Hummer carrying a big ass box. The man sets the box down and opens it carefully. He then slowly brings out smaller boxes as he starts to hand them to the people who were standing there)
Mike: A little present from me. Now please, don’t open the box now alright, do so when I tell you! But yeah, let me tell you that, inside that box contains a thing which is based on winners. Because Barcelona are such big winners, I thought that it is only appropriate that the fans have something similar

(The man finishes his distribution and quickly runs to the Hummer with the box and starts the car. Mike jumps in his own Bugatti and asks the driver to turn the engine on)

Mike: Now, slowly open it. 

(The people open it and are shocked. Inside it is a jersey of Real Madrid, Barcelona’s arch rivals and on the back of the jersey, RONALDO 7 is printed. The fans start shouting abuses)

Mike (laughing): THAT’S RIGHT YA BITCHES! It was all a big troll. I don’t need your filthy ‘cheers’ or ‘support’ to win this match. I am Mike Showman and I am a member of the People with Class and just like Real Madrid, we are winners and just like Real Madrid with Ronaldo will wreck Barcelona to win the Spanish League and Champions League, I too will wreck those ‘veterans’ to become the winner of the Grand Rampage match. Adios Bastardos! 


(The fans start chasing Mike but Mike’s car and the Hummer are already much ahead. They quickly outrun any fan as Mike laughs like a maniac) 

 
If you were to ask me a year ago this time if I’d be standing right here with the top prize in this company, I’d say you bet your ass I will be. But I’m aware of the facts. I know a lot of people in this company, a lot of fans, a lot of fellow competitors… they never expected a match between Cailin and Alexis to headline this company’s woman’s division at an even like Grand Rampage. And why would they? We’re still relatively new in this company, even as veterans. But Alexis, she hasn’t done a damn thing here until two weeks ago. You might know her as Alexis Diemos, but I still remember her as Alexis Parhippopatamus or whatever the fuck it was… and she wasn’t scary then. She wasn’t the kind of competitor that made you quiver in your boots with fear. Now she surrounds herself with a family and for me that still doesn’t bring the fear creeping up within. I know this woman. She knows me. We grew up in this company not always together, but not too far off from each other. Eclipse always kept us close. And now he won’t be able to keep us from ripping each other’s throats out. I’m not scared of a match with Alexis. I don’t fear the consequence of this match. I only feel the confidence that fills me up match after match. I know that when this bitch tries to step up to me at Grand Rampage, I will knock her right back down on her ass and show her where she belongs.
 
I don’t care what the world wants to say about me and my reign as the champion. Their jealousy seeps through more than anything. I mean now we’ve got bitches out here acting like I tripped and fell and the belt landed around my waist. They can think what they want, I know the truth. The truth is so much better. I won the Empress of Elite tournament. I put the shock in Shock Value. I became the first Empress to successfully use her crown to become a champion by defeating the tyrant Sheridan Müller. I am defining a title for the second time. And all those things lead up to right now. I’m facing someone that few people have ever taken seriously in this company. That’s what happens when you spend the majority of your career being anything but relevant. But you won’t get the courtesy of lackluster performance from me. I’m not like all those other girls. And you know that. Those ones that didn’t take you seriously. All those ones that left that slight opening exposed so you could grin and work your way in and take advantage. That’s not what you’ll get with me. I destroy the weak and I slay the strong. I take down beasts that are supposed to kill me and I’ve broken the ones that say they will break me. You might want to ask around the locker room if you need a refresher. I take everyone seriously. This is a moment that your supposed to remember forever. This is the moment you’re supposed to ascend to the top of the mountain and take down the monster and hold the gold high above your head like a proud warrior that just won the biggest prize of your life. You will remember this forever as your grand failure. This is the summary of everything you’ve done in this company. I’m not like these idiots that are going to sit here taking pot shots at your relationship or your family. I love them all. I even love you like a sister. But nothing gets in the way of me and this journey I’m on. I have no problems burning your quest to ashes and severing me ties with this family to remain the champion forever.
 
You seem obsessed with how I got here. You want to play the game of wondering what’s next like I shouldn’t be doing the same. You have the numbers on your side, the women ready to attack at the snap of your fingers. And you’re worried about what’s happened in my previous matches. Sometimes we make a deal with the devil. Maybe you need to ask yourself if you’re working with the right demons. The truth is I don’t need that help. I’ve never needed any of it. I’ve never asked any of those people to get involved. You don’t have to worry about that this time. You can bring the whole Coven. You can bring the whole family and I will fight through each and every one of those individuals to get to you and put you down. A ring fill of bodies laid out all around my feet as I hold my women’s championship high above my head and remind everyone why I’m here and why I’ll remain here after Grand Rampage. You know my story and you know this isn’t a myth. I’ve walked through fire to get here. I’ve picked myself up from rock bottom and continued the climb. The truth is I’ve never stopped climbing. I’ve never been content with just being the champion. I have to be the greatest champion of all time. I never got the chance to fight for the Vixen’s title, but it doesn’t matter to me. This is something far better than that could ever be. This is the title that really represents what women’s wrestling is in this company today. The jokes and the gimmicks of the past are dead. I was an integral part of what rebuilt this division from the ground up. You were just there to raise your hand when they were taking roll. I get it, everyone comes into their own at the right time. You just waited for a long ass time. You just waited until you had a little posse to follow you around and backup your every move. I’ll never blame you for playing a card of power. But I won’t promise you that it will be a move that lands you where you want to be. I can just see the greed from the Coven. You’re all imagining what it’s going to be like when you have this title and Brody has hers and you can stand next to the hubby with his. But dreams like that were made to be crushed by kicks like mine. I’m far better at reaching my own goals and making my own dreams come true than any other woman in this division. And I’m practically a maker of nightmares. Yours are just the next on my list.
 
This isn’t some kind of a joke to me or some kind of weird mission to have my whole family painted gold. I do all of this for me. I’m not out here dedicating this win to my late parents or trying to win for a significant other. I’m living out this dream for me. I’m sure in your head you’ve already made plans for what you’ll do as champion. I encourage you to cancel them before you’re really let down by your own mind. Are you capable of winning this match? Sure. We’re not unbeatable, right? That’s just what they tell you in the fairytales. That’s just the story Eclipse has you reading to the little ones at night. The truth of this is there is no happy ending for you. The only end is the one where Cailin Dillon remains the champion. You have to figure out on your own how to pick up the pieces, how to explain this to the Coven. How to explain this to your husband? This match serves as a collective hush to the whole world. They can talk and talk and say what they want, but my actions will always quiet their words. My win over you will be a display of my dominance in this division. It will be a reminder of why I’m at the top. This place has forgotten so quickly the favor I did by mindfucking Sheridan right out of the division. But they will not soon forget what I do at Grand Rampage when I put my title on the line for the third time and for the third time I walk out with the title still around my waist.
 
They call this event Grand Rampage, but no, this is my grand redemption. This is the show that stole the Specialist’s title from me and now Brody barely even has to defend it. But this show won’t take from me a second time. There’s something you learn when you actually lose something that matters, Alexis. I learned my lessons then and I used that to get stronger. I used that as motivation to take my career in a direction that some thought I was incapable of reaching. You won one match to get to this point. This is body of work vs. one lucky win. Congratulations on your title match. It’s the only congratulations you’ll hear this week. The rest of it, goes to the champion when she defends her title. Empresses aren’t made overnight, dear one. You don’t have what it takes to dethrone this one.

All's not lost.

I'll take my chances.

The pendulum continues to swing.

Let the chaos ensue.

Ryan, you outsmarted myself, and seven others just as you said more or less that you would, so now you hold that number thirty spot in the Grand Rampage match, but I'm not disappointed. You still have to prove that you can now take advantage of that advantage that you now have. I'm not going to speak foolishly, and act like you couldn't, because you could, and if you do then more power to you. Whichever number I come out with though, it makes little of a difference, because I know what I'm capable of, and so do the others on that Showdown roster. I've more than proved my worth to the brand, and if nothing else, Ryan, we may see each other again late enough into the match where we will find out if you have what it takes to win this whole affair. Until then though, it's time to separate myself from this past Saturday night, and finally look on ahead to this coming Saturday in Barcelona.

The landscape has changed a lot since this time last year. Around this time last year everything was different, everything was. Talent, established or not, had found their way onto the scene just in time for the Grand Rampage. Factions like Hexa-Gun, the notorious power hungry group of misfits were a month removed from all that power they wielded, and new ones like The Sanatorium, and The OMERTA had emerged. Longtime rivalries such as Xavier Williams - Tarah Nova, and Mr. Dedede - Ares Vendetta were coming to head. As far as myself? I hadn't even come close to scratching the surface yet in terms of what I had to offer this company. I was just another name, far below the status I've managed to reach up to this point, just barely above and out of reach from obscurity, my aspirations were quite small back then to be honest. Since then, obviously, things have gotten relatively better for me on many levels to say the least. Last year, nobody ever even uttered the name Rex McAllister with any sort clarity since I had yet do show up, so to speak. This year, unlike the last, I have bigger aspirations. But, you know, as they tend to say the more things change, the more they stay the same. Lots of faces will be new, while some familiar ones will be looking to stake their claim, just as Y2Impact did last year. Here it is again though, the wild circus where anything and everything can happen, and only one, it could be anyone, can grasp onto a fraction of their dream by laying the path that leads to Pain For Pride X.

The aspirations I have for such an event are no different from the other twenty-nine participants. Everyone sees themselves winning, see themselves hurling that last body over the top rope, dropping to their knees, and taking in the euphoria of triumph. The feeling of fulfillment, the pandemonium from the crowd. It will all be there, and that's great, it really is. Some seem to just wait for these types of moments to come along, guys that lurk in the shadows, or behind the scenes, just waiting to come out of the woodwork for one last hurrah. I've not taken a single week off, in which I was booked to wrestle, since I've been here. I'm happy to go out there and do what I love on the biggest stage in the wrestling world, always have been. There's a huge difference between being happy at will, and chasing moments like these just to find an escape. One doesn't cost a dime, and the other taxes your soul. Some demand this kind of moment. I'm simply thankful for this week and the opportunity I've been given to try and reach up higher and grasp on to more here in the land of the elite. I just so happen to be enjoying the present as this match gets closer, without becoming too overly anxious and dependent upon the future, able to rest satisfied with what I have, but to say that my current status is sufficient enough for me would be a lie. I'm always looking to achieve more, and I make no bones about it on a repetitive basis. It's said that the greatest blessings of mankind are those from within. Grand Rampage is like night and day, hit or miss, and in the end I'll leave Barcelona having given it my all regardless of the result with no excuses, and no regrets. 

I look forward to this more so than I did last year. Last year, I don't believe I was expecting much, but the one thing I was, it did pan out, and it's because I made it so. I showed up. Most people might say that's not accomplishing anything, and maybe it wasn't on a larger scale, though many times guys that are just five months into their career, as I was last year around this time, wouldn't have even wasted their time. I'm glad I did though, I'm glad I showed up. In the several minutes that I was in that ring, to me it was about making an impression if not an impact, and I believe that I did that. I needed the experience, and now a year later that's what I have. This year? It's definitely about making an impact, and yes also about winning it, because I know can, and there is nobody that can tell me otherwise. I don't care who the others have been in the ring against, or their bloody mat wars in other big hyped FPVs, or the fact that perhaps they have won it, been a runner up before, or talk a better game altogether. It won't make a difference, and everyone will see that as this week moves along and things pick up with everyone joining in and saying their piece. If this season has taught me anything, it's how to rise up above the ignorance of others, and move along anyways to go after the things I aspire to, and the goals I set out for. On April 15th, if all pans out, those words? They'll morph beyond being just a simple pipe dream, they'll become the reality.

(Mike Showman is seen inside the Orion Express travelling towards the next destination. His eyes are glued on the television as he slowly drinks a big glass of beer)

Aren Mstislav: I have to redeem my losses. Drastik’s busy with his title match, I get it, I can write that one off, but that sly cheater Mike Showman? I want him next week. I’m challenging him to a rematch right before the Grand Rampage so I can get things right and let him and his new class of Elitists know that I am still top dog around here.

(Mike becomes thoughtful for a while. He puts his glass of beer down and starts pacing up and down the moving vehicle. After sometime, he settles down and starts talking)

Mike: You know, a lot of thoughts and reactions are going back and forth inside my mind after viewing that little ‘homecoming’ drama of Aren’s but if I were to narrow it down to a single important thought then it would be…..how the fuck can someone like Aren become the EAW Champion? Or rather, how the fuck can someone like him hold a World title here in EAW? I mean, that guy suffered a single loss, a single fucking loss and so he has to go all the way back to his hometown for some sort of relaxation trip? I mean, champions are supposed to be tough men, men who can bear tremendous amounts of pain and suffering but in the end, answer back with twice the intensity but Aren? That fucker? He was so mentally and physically crushed after I beat him that he had to miss the entirety of Voltage? Okay, just to make it clear, that loss he suffered against me was really a devastating one. I mean, I made him look like a fucking fool in the end with the entire world watching. I made him swallow that pride of his and trust me when I tell you, I enjoyed every bit of it. For those of you saying that I cheated, yes, I fucking cheated! I cheated to ensure that Aren could not kick out and you know what? I do not regret a single moment of it. I did what I had to do to win and that’s all that counts now. I mean, look what ‘playing fair’ did to Aren, the so called ‘Russian King’. He is a broken man now, a man who has to reconsider his entire life just because of that one loss while I am here enjoying a luxurious ride and drinking the finest beer that the world has to offer. Winner takes all, that’s the rule of the world right now and so, I prefer to remain on the winning side at any cost. You don’t like it? I don’t fucking give a shit! But yeah, on a more important note, in just one night I established new heights not only for me but also for the People with Class. There were people who still doubted us, still thought that we do not have what it takes to become successful here but after my victory followed by that impressive triumph of Jon over the current EAW Champion Eclipse, we are a serious threat not only in Voltage but also, in the entire EAW. I am pretty sure that right now all those so called ‘teams’ that are there in the other brands are celebrating just because they are not in Voltage right now and so, are spared from the humiliation. But then again, are they?

Anyways, onto the main question, will I accept his challenge? Will I fight that broken and battered former fluke of a champion once again? You know, I could easily reject his challenge and let him suffer some more in that frozen pile of shit he calls ‘home’. I could easily brush him off and watch as his career slowly spirals down because of that defeat but no, that would be too dull and boring. I have been bored enough for the past three weeks by people refusing to participate in a war of words with me and so, I won’t be walking down that same road again. So, I accept his challenge. This Sunday on Voltage, we will fight once again and just like last week, I will humiliate him. Not only that, I will out-wrestle him, I will outsmart him and then after everything is done, I will leave him broken and battered but this time, the damage will be irreparable. Aren, you have made a wrong decision in your life and to be honest, I see a certain similarity here between you and that little pest Nasir Moore. Both you are so stubborn that you refuse to accept it when you are beaten by the superior man and so you all end up in lethal situations that has an everlasting effect on your lives. Just like Nasir Moore regretted his decision to come and mock me backstage, you two will regret your decision but by then, it will be too late. I remember that I said before that you are a man to be feared because you were once the top dog here but sadly, I was mistaken. My analysis of you had some errors because what you are in reality is a pussy who after Sunday will be known as Mike Showman’s bitch!

(Drinks some beer from his glass and then he raises it)

Mike: Have a nice day!

Well here we go first time defending my newly won EAW New Breed Championship - The Wrestling Machine is looking to dominate in fashion once again. This past week on Dynasty, I showed that punk Monroe why I will walk out of Pain for Pride Ten with two titles around my waist. The New Breed division has nothing on me and that's why I destroyed Monroe's "highest prospects" that wants to take me down but he just can't face the facts that these newbies can't take down someone like me. Someone with an armature wrestling background, someone that just put on thirty pounds to bump up to two hundred seventy pounds within the last month of two and is ready to use my body to advantage. Each and every single day I go to the gym and use the gained weight to my use and make it into a positive by turning it into muscle. But let's go down the line.....The Riddler? Heading into Reckless Wiring this dude came in with the hype around him with the video packages playing the week before and the character he is trying to portray on television! But myself? I am not like him, I am not a character! This is who I am! I AM THE WRESTLING MACHINE! People didn't want to lay a finger on my stock before I won the championship that's been eluding me ever since Pain for Pride Nine. Once Reckless Wiring happened and everything was put to rest my stock rose up big time and I guarantee you that stock isn't falling anytime soon! Monroe looks dumber then he actually is ladies and gentleman because right before I won my first championship title here I signed the biggest contract in Dynasty history and I am getting paid millions! One foot was out the door and the other foot was still in, I would have had no problem heading over to Showdown or even Voltage - that's where I started! If I went over there I still could have captured the New Breed Championship but Monroe couldn't let that happen. He wanted the title back on Dynasty so bad, but lucky for him I have big plans in mind for Dynasty. Once I arrived here after the draft lottery, I was an outsider no one wanted to touch me. No one wanted to talk to me, give me advice or sit with me in catering. Once I turned my life upside down and starting laying the pain down on some of these newbies people like Scott Oasis started paying attention and became good friends with me. Now once I became New Breed Champion it's like I am finally allowed to sit at the cool kids table at school, you can tell who's your friend around here and who's not. I am noticing that very quickly, for example the whole New Breed division. Not one of them are my friends, they are my enemies and they will feel my wrath every-time I step into the ring with them. Monroe needs to find someone special to take me down, like Ross Vegas? He tried to save his buddy The Riddler this past week on Dynasty after I landed that F-5 BUT GUESS WHAT? NOTHING! YOU FELT THE SAME PAIN HE DID BUT WORSE, I SNAPPED HIS DAMN ARM IN HALF WHEN I LOCKED THAT MACHINE BREAK IN! IT FELT LIKE I WON THE LOTTERY WHEN HE WAS SCREAMING IN PAIN, I AM GOING TO ENTER GRAND RAMPAGE AND HAVE TWO TITLES AROUND MY WAIST AFTER THE BIGGEST PAIN FOR PRIDE IN HISTORY IS OVER AT METLIFE STADIUM! Let's look at the other stupid New Breed competitors that want a piece of me....how about Cody Marshall? This man said he promised to get his rematch for the New Breed Championship yet my first title defense isn't even against him! First off, let's face the facts on how dumb Monroe is! He wants me champion to keep the title on Friday nights! Second off I don't even want to face Cody Marshall because HE DOESN'T DESERVE A REMATCH! This is my time now Cody, this title is meant to make the division great not to use the title as a stepping stone to further yourself to become the General Manager of Showdown....

To be honest I shouldn't even be defending the New Breed Championship this Friday night on Dynasty, I am bigger then the middle of the card for a show. I am bigger then that, I should be on the posters for Free Per Views like Grand Rampage and main eventing them by defending my prestigious title. But like I said Sebestian Monroe is dumber then he looks ladies and gentleman...Let's just go down to memory lane this past Friday night on Dynasty, Monroe has his own security guards yet Monroe didn't want me to attack those newbies in the New Breed Division, yet Monroe didn't want me to be in the thirty man Grand Rampage match. What do those security guards do? Not lay a single finger on me, they do not grab the pen out of my hands, THEY DO NOT STOP ME FROM SIGNING THAT CONTRACT! LIKE I SAID, MONROE IS MAKING THESE STUPID DECISIONS AND ONE BY ONE EACH NEW BREED NEWBIE WILL BE PUT TO BED AND WILL BE SLAYED BY THE RULER OF THE NEW BREED DIVISION! Now let's address the elephant in the room, the number one contender for the New Breed Championship - Chris Paradise. Who likes to say he is new and improved? Right off the bat you basically told me that you are total shit without stepping into the squared circle, I hope you learned every little single thing you can about wrestling because If you don't you have no shot against me this Friday and you won't because you have nothing on me. Something I don't understand is that you have no shot because on paper, I OUT WEIGH YOU BY NINETY-FIVE POUNDS! HOW STUPID CAN MONROE BE? I CAN'T WAIT TO LAY THE PAIN ON YOU LITTLE NEWBIE! BOW DOWN TO YOUR CHAMPION! What you got Rising Star of the Week to get this title match? I saw that Fatal 4 Way Match last week and honestly it was total shit, Jake Mercer was right because you are going to fall to me, The Wrestling Machine, The Greatest Champion this company has to offer. I am waiting to make that call to the emergency room Chris, it's only a matter of time. Enjoy your fifteen seconds of fame, kid!