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We see Lucas Johnson at a local gym in Tokyo taking a break from working out sitting down on a chair with sweat running down his face as he is taking a sip of water as a local reporter comes towards him with a camera man...

Reporter: Sir, Mister Johnson we were wondering how your training is goi-

Sir? How about you introduce me as FUTURE New Breed Champion for once? You people didn't get the message I sent at the press conference?!?


Reporter: Sorry sir, Future New Breed Champion - Lucas Johnson....

As for your question.....it doesn't deserved to be answered right now BECAUSE WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU TWO PEOPLE ARE COMING INTO THIS GYM THAT I BOUGHT OUT FOR THE DAY TO GET ALONE TIME AND PREPARE FOR THE BIGGEST MATCH IN MY CAREER?!?

Reporter: I am so sorry Mister Johnson we just wanted to get a quick word with you...


Lucas Johnson seems to get real pissed off and knees the reporter in the gut as he throws him against the wall with ease as Johnson grabs the camera man slams him to the ground as the camera falls to the ground! 

YOU WANT TO STALK ME? YOU WANT TO RUIN MY ALONE TIME? SHOW SOME RESPECT TO ME FOR ONCE AND SHOW SOME RESPECT TO YOUR FUTURE CHAMPION! I ONLY DO MEDIA APPEARANCES ON MY TIME NOT YOUR'S! 

Lucas Johnson grabs the camera that fell to the ground as he turns it towards him as the camera is focused on his face....

I am just so sick of people these days, not only the people here in Tokyo but people all around the world who don't want to show me some damn respect around here. Cody Marshall keeps making jokes about this huge match for Saturday night inside the Tokyo Dome in-front of a sold out crowd INSIDE MY TURF, YOUR STEPPING INSIDE MY PLAYGROUND! Cody Marshall that dumb-ass should be worried about his stupid tattoos that he has. Once I am done with that dumb son of a bitch I am going to tattoo Cody and write the letters 'LJ' all over his arms so he can get all of his tats removed. Before coming at me Cody you should get your facts straight, I HAVE BEEN IN THE NEW BREED DIVISION FOR YEARS? WRONG! I HAVE ONLY BEEN HERE AT THE LAND OF THE ELITE FOR A LITTLE OVER A YEAR, PLUS I AM TWENTY-TWO YEARS OLD! I AM THE MOST SUCCESSFUL NCAA DIVISION ONE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION ON THE PLANET AND MAKE THE BIGGEST TRANSITION TO PRO WRESTLING, THE SPORT I CARE ABOUT EVER SINCE I WAS A LITTLE BOY IN ATLANTA, GEORGIA! Cody why don't you worry about your own damn self because you shouldn't even be champion right now trying to fake your own identity....What are you trying to hide Cody? Are you planning a joke on all of us Cody? IS YOUR NAME EVEN CODY? ARE YOU EVEN AMERICAN? I STATE FACTS CODY, I DON'T HIDE THE TRUTH LIKE YOU DID AND STILL MAYBE ARE IN THIS MOMENT IN TIME! I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT YOUR FIFTEEN MINUTES OF FAME IS COMING TO AN END, SATURDAY NIGHT IT ALL ENDS AND I WILL SEND YOU BACK TO SHOWDOWN PACKING WITH ONE LITTLE GIFT and that is broken bones, a possible concussion, cuts all over your head, bruises I don't care what it is I will do everything in my power to get that New Breed Championship around my waist. Right after Pain for Pride Nine I thought I was done for, I thought my career was over when Aria Jaxon shattered my hopes and dreams of becoming New Breed Champion, I had to do my own soul searching in seeing if I was good enough to hang with the big boys. I had to test myself that I was better then the New Breed Division and could win the Interwire Championship and I damn near proved that because I should be number one contender right now instead of Methuselah. But to be honest I care about the New Breed Championship way more then the Interwire Championship, that is for another day down the line but I like to focus on the present instead of what's next like some of you newbies here? All of you newbies including The Riddler should bow down to the veteran of the New Breed Division AND SHOW RESPECT TO THE PERSON WHO CARRIED THE DIVISION ON THERE BACK AT PAIN FOR PRIDE AGAINST THE VIXENS! 

The camera man tries to get back up as he throbs in pain but Lucas Johnson kicks the camera man directly in the ribs as you hear him coughing up blood and screaming in pain...

You see this Riddler? Ironico? Jacob? ALL OF YOU! HE'S COUGHING UP BLOOD BECAUSE OF THE WRESTLING MACHINE! I don't get the hype behind this Riddler? Just because he has fancy skills with computers and doesn't have a life doesn't mean he can stand in the ring with The Wrestling Machine. This man hasn't had even five matches yet in this company and everyone's hyping him up as the odds on favorite to win this match?!? WHAT KIND OF CRAP IS THAT? EVERYONE LIKES TO HYPE EVERYONE ELSE IN THIS MATCH BUT WHAT ABOUT THE PERSON WHO HAS BEEN THROUGH IT ALL AND BEEN HERE THE LONGEST? I AM SICK AND TIRED OF PEOPLE JUST PASSING ME BY LIKE IT'S NOTHING AND JUST QUIT THREE MONTHS LATER! I AM HERE TO FIGHT, I AM HERE TO WIN CHAMPIONSHIPS, I AM HERE TO HAVE A HALL OF FAME CAREER SO I SUGGEST ALL OF YOU PEOPLE IN JAPAN AND ALL OVER THE WORLD SHOW SOME DAMN RESPECT TO YOUR FUTURE CHAMPION! Now all of you bitches are gonna say "Oh LUCAS but how about El Ironico? He defeated you this past week on Dynasty?" Nico got a fluke victory and honestly I could give two shits less what happened last week on Dynasty, two weeks ago, three months ago for all I care. I care about the present day and that's Reckless Wiring. The king is ready to take his throne this coming Saturday night inside the sold out Tokyo Dome and rub sweet victory in everyone's faces. How about Mark Michaels? You will put me down? I just can't wait to get inside the Squared Circle and break you in half my man because please doubt me more and more begins the rage will continue to build and once that bell rings it's game over as hell will unleash on every single one of you. Time is ticking, shine up that belt for me Cody....

Lucas drops the camera to the floor as you see him taking a final sip of water and dumping it on the fallen media reporter and camera man as the camera fades to black...

Reckless Wiring promo #3

(The scene opens inside the living area of Mark Michaels' suite inside the Four Seasons Tokyo. It's here that we find Michaels as he finishes buttoning up his Hugo Boss dress shirt as his agent Johnny J hands him a bottle of water.)

Johnny: "How was the workout?"

Michaels: "Amazing as always. I swear it's like every time I'm in this country I feel like I can beat ten men at the same time."

Johnny: "good thing, you might have to. How bout your energy? Are you feeling to drained for the pay per view. Or what about injuries? Tell me now so I can get back to my guys inside."

Michaels: "Guys inside?"

Johnny: "Yeah I got a few guys who get me the inside scoop on what's going on in the board room."

Michaels: "Like what?"

Johnny: "Well like how the early voting looks to be good news for you. They have to double check everything but if it all goes like it's saying than you should be in for this Saturday."

Michaels: "Excellent Johnny, Excellent. Finally I can get the damn monkey off my back and set the record straight about me. You know I've been called a lot in my career. Overrated, under achiever, not worth the spot he's in. There are tons of people who have lobbed all this and more against me. That has been the narrative set by my haters from the moment I walked thru the door of this company. It has been a rallying cry for them week in and week out. For the better part of two years now, I have heard every last one of those rat bastard sons of bitches run their mouths about how I have yet to live up to the hype. About how I have somehow failed to meet my potential in this sport. Well this Saturday night, at Reckless Wiring, inside of a match that is literal hell on earth, that all is gonna change. See, I have been just waiting for an opportunity like this one, a match that is going to put together the absolute best young talent that the Dynasty brand has to offer, where the rules are are tossed right out the window, and it becomes every man for himself, dog eat dog until one man stands alone as the EAW New Breed Champion.

Now this Saturday night, whoever does walk away with that championship, he'll have damn sure earned it. This match is baptism by fire, and while one will be standing tall, the rest are gonna be battered and bruised with absolutely nothing to show for it. I'm telling you now followers that I guarantee that will be the former and not the latter in this case, because I've been too hungry for too damn long to come up short now. Every morning when I wake up, the one thought on my mind is winning the New Breed Championship. Every night before I go to sleep the last thing I think about is how long till that alarm goes off so I can start my day and be one step closer to winning said championship.

People say I'm hungry for attention, they're dead wrong, what I'm starving for is the validation of everything I claim to be. For the moment I get to shove that title right in the face of every last peon who has ever talked out of their ass and said that I'm not perfection incarnate! When I win that hell's Warpath match, I finally get to shut all those ignorant mouths, and take my rightful place as the future of this company. After I am done, I will be on my way to returning the Elite to EAW.

Because that is what I am, Elite. That is what all the time I've spent training and dedicating my life to this industry has brought me. And it is only fitting that in re-establishing that fact with the New Breed Championship, I in turn save it from the mediocrity it has been saddled with. I am going to wash away the stains of the JJ Silvas, the Chris Elites, and especially the Cody Marshalls, off of that belt and bring back the luster to that gold. No longer shall the New Breed Title be fought of as the belt for the lower end guys, oh no! I promise to restore this title to its rightful place as the belt for the next big thing, because there is nothing bigger on the planet than Picture Perfect Mark Michaels!

Because no one is a bigger star than me, no one has transcended this sport the way I have, and there is no better representative for the only singles title on this company that is available across all three brands.


Now in this Hell's Warpath match there are guys who I've been dealing with week in and week out so we know exactly the threat we bring to this one. And then there are the guys who you don't know from Adam, and no matter how much research you've done on them, no matter how much footage you've scoured, come match time you have no way of knowing just what they are capable of. Like for instance there's that guy who's been here for about a minute and half, what's his name? The Joker?"

Johnny: "It's the Riddler actually."

Michaels: "Yeah, yeah whatever, the point is while he did have an impressive debut just a few days ago, he is stepping into a entirely different shark tank this Saturday night. Because this time he isn't going up against one inept rookie who's rattled by the fact that he's on television. This Saturday night he will be in the ring against five of this company's best. Guys who have been around the block a time or two and aren't gonna be shaking in their boots when this Riddler guy walks down to the ring. Five competitors who have all seen their fair share of hell in a wrestling ring and have survived to tell the tale. So The Riddlmister or whatever the hell he calls himself, he better start coming correct, because while he might think he's some master strategist, he is gonna learn that everybody's got a plan until they get knocked upside the head with a steel chair. Everybody has got an ace up their sleeve until they get put thru a table. Trust me when I tell you that no amount of planing can prepare you for the unbridled carnage that is gonna occur in the Hell's Warpath match. Nothing can prepare you, trust me I've been thru this already and can tell you from first hand experience. At Reckless Wiring The Riddler will find out exactly what it mean to be an EAW superstar, the sacrifices you have to make, the level of talent necessary to break thru, the suffering your body must endure all in the name of becoming a champion in this company. I've battled thru helps warpath, I've survived the glass gauntlet, I've seen so much destruction in that ring, the kind that's shaven years off men's careers, and I've come thru unscathed. Saturday night The Riddler learns exactly why, and when his bloody carcass looks up after that bell has rung, he's gonna see me standing tall with that New Breed Championship belt in my hand.

And then there's a clown like this Ironico dude. You know words cannot express just how much of an embarrassment he is. Not just to himself, his country, and this company, but to all of this sport. He's not Championship material, he'll he's not even top contender material. What he is, is a gimmick. He a joke that the morons in the crowd can laugh at while the rest of the crowd takes a bathroom break. El Ironico is professional wrestling answer to mascots like the Phillie Phanatic, or the Phoenix Suns gorilla. He is the comedy bit player, who keeps the kids quiet while the real athletes get ready for the next half of play. A man like Ironico shouldn't be apart of an event like Reckless Wiring, much less should he actually be allowed to compete in a championship match at said event. Should El Ironico step thru that curtain, I'm going to show him the difference between a joke like him, and a top tier athletic prospect such as myself, when I kick his ass all over the Tokyo Dome. I am fixing to weed out the men the half wit, prat falling, slight to the entire industry, jokes that think that just because they put on a pair of pads and knot up a pair of boots, that they somehow have earned the right to be in the same ring as Professional Wrestling's biggest icon. That they somehow have what it takes to lock up with an all time great in the making such as myself. I cannot wait send this overrated jackass back to the swap market shows, and carnival booths. That's what a guy like Ironico deserves for daring to try and stand toe to toe with perfection personified.

And look who got the pity vote. It's our old buddy Lucas Johnson, and just like always he's running his mouth to whoever he can get to pretend to listen about how (mocking oafish voice) 'Oh I'm a bad mother fucker, no one better mess with me, I used to get my ass kicked on the college level and now I get paid to get my shoulders pinned to the mat.' (Normal voice) why don't you save it Johnson because we've all heard this before. And just like all those other times you shot off your mouth and talked about you were the best thing since sliced bread, your just gonna end up getting smacked upside the head for all your troubles. Face Luke you're nothing but a choke. I know that might be hard for you to accept when you can guzzle down a box of Twinkies in a single swallow, but when it comes down to it, in the ring you can't win the big one, understand ? You will never have that moment in the sun, not at Reckless Wiring, not ever! Lucas, if your mama Klump looking ass waddles thru the ropes this Saturday night, you're gonna get your skull planted into the mat again courtesy of Picture Perfect Mark Michaels. So why don't you instead go back to having that threesome with Ben and Jerry, and leave that New Breed Championship match for those who actually stand a chance of winning it, namely myself. Take this free pass while you can because I swear to you, the if you try me at Reckless Wiring, I will put you down, and this time it will be for good.

And how can I forget Jacob Moore? Quite easily truth be told. See while Jacob may have had a nice little run so far, he has yet to step in the ring with a talent like me. Now granted that's because there is no one in EAW who could ever hold a candle to Perfection. But regardless Jacob has been on a roll, I mean the way he gets down on his knees and brown noses that dofus Sebastian Monroe, you would think they were twins conjoined at the ass and face. And yes it has paid off in that Jacob didn't even have to lift a finger to get thrown into this match, it means that from this point on the suits can't save him. There is nothing that Monroe and his yes men can do to keep me from absolutely torching Jacob in the ring. All that Monroe has rewarded Jacob with, is an all expenses paid trip back home on the end of my boot. And once I'm thru with him Jacob is gonna have to look himself in the mirror and realize that friends in high places can get you far, especially when they serve up everything you want on a silver platter. but it can't get you past a man who has digged, and scratched, and clawed his way to every opportunity he's ever gotten. The guy who made mince meat out of jackasses like you who thought they were hot shit that couldn't be touched. I beat them in seconds and moved on to the next one to do the same. Jacob Moore is gonna be another one to add to that list of guys who I have knocked off a perch and into obscurity, nuff said.

And that just leaves the reigning, defending, man with a target on the back of that bald head asshole left. You know something Cody, you might not get my jokes, or my fashion sense. You might be questioning the fact that I get more Pussy in minute that you've gotten in your entire life. You might not even see me as a threat to your Championship, and that's fine because I don't really give a damn about what you, or uncle cousin Jimbob, or mama sister Sally Mae, or anyone else in red neck county have to say. Fact is your idiotic opinions don't mean jack shit to me because they all come from the biggest pieces of trailer trash I've ever seen! You want to call me a nazi, mother fucker all that shit you say must have comes straight out of 'Mein Kampf' what with the way you think that just because a person has a different skin tone than you, or happens to go to a mosque instead of those old churches with no air conditioning so you have to sit in a goddamn tent, that somehow your better than them, that you love this country more than they do, or that your not at all a bigoted asshole who doesn't know when to keep his fucking mouth shut! I tell you Cody, guys like you give Americans a bad name, and it' is gonna be such a pleasure to free the New Breed Championship from your backwater, squirrel for supper, wannabe Donald Trump, couldn't wrestle his way out of a paper bag ass! And when I do so, I'm going to do it as a citizen of the world, because whether it's here in Tokyo, or all the way back home in Beverly Hills. From Toronto Canada, to Sydnee Australia, and every single place In between I am surrounded by an army of followers who will be cheering every second as I kick your overgrown hillbilly ass from pillar to post. So go on back to doing that reenactment from the movie Deliverance with that pig you've had your eye on. And let the me take my rightful place as the future of Elite Answers Wrestling.

At Reckless Wiring every single men in this match will be chomping at the bit for the chance to etch their name in the history book, and lI personally wouldn't have it any other way. See you have to work your way up from the bottom to earn the right to face one of EAW's top dogs and you have to do it knowing that another man who's just as hungry as you are is gonna look to do the same. But rest assured that at the end of it all the one who will be standing tall will be none other than the Instagram Icon, the Twitter Trendsetter, the hashtag Hero to all of the world. The man who is unmatched In the wrestling ring whether it would be in technical skill, enduring heart, or unmeasurable charisma. The man who has gone above on beyond every single time the spotlight has been shinned on him, and in doing so has cultivated a following that has made him the biggest crossover star this company has ever seen. The man who is hands down the greatest to ever lace up a pair of boots and step thru the ropes. The man who is just a few days away from receiving all that he is long over due for. The absolutely picture of Perfection, Mark Michaels. But after Reckless Wiring Lucas, the Riddler, El Ironico, Jacob Moore, and Cody Marshall will be calling me champ. So they better start picturing THAT!"

(Michaels takes one last big swig of his water before waking out of the shot.)


FADE TO BLACK.

Voltage promo #3


Saturday, 2:19 A.M., location unknown


(The scene opens with an overhead shot of a dark room. Nothing is visible in this room except for a ring of burning candles and a man sitting on his knees in the center of that ring. The camera shifts to a mid range close up of the man that sweeps over him in a circle to reveal his sinister features and his blood shot eyes, facing upwards toward the heavens, this is the man known as Solomon Caine.)


Caine: "As the chosen hour draws near, as the time of sacrifice is ever at hand, here I await the word of my masters. I hold still in obedience, I clear my thoughts in anticipation of learning what you desire to be done to Zack Crash. For yes you have given him a great gift. You have given him life a new, free of the blinding that his previous form had been corrupted by. Free of the desire for power, free of the greed for the accolades from the wretched Heathens who only look to pervert this world and all that dwells within it. You have made Zack Crash a new creation, one that has been shaped in your image.

But even so, it would seem he has been lead astray from his path by the deceiver Nero Maxwell. Like so many newborns, Zack Crash has had his mind twisted by rotten filth. The disease of doubt has even begun to infect his mind, for only he who doubts the power you possess and the might that you wield would ever speak so terribly of you. His own words condemn him, for you do not Tolerate blasphemy against you. You do not let the poisonous words of men go without giving them their proper penance. But yet even still you in your infinite wisdom did grant this life to Zack Crash, and have whispered in my ear that he still has a role to play in the time to come. So I ask you, what would be you bidding my masters? What should be done onto Zack Crash? For while there yet might be the chance to spare him from that terrible fate that shall befall the masses, that time is short and is already dwindling away.

What would you have me do to spare Zack Crash from that horrible fate? How many times must I strike him? How many bones must I shatter? How much of his blood must be spilt upon your altar so that he may awaken from this half slumber he has allowed himself to fall into?!

Hear me now Zack Crash, one way or another, wether you would be willing or not, your eyes shall be opened. The truth of my masters shall be revealed to you. And you will serve your part in their great plan! Nothing can prevent that. No man nor beast can re-write the destiny that you have been bonded to in chains stronger than iron. No thing that draws breath can alter that path our masters have paved for you. And the armies of the world could not stop you from reaching the ultimate destination that they have set you on the course towards. But know this Zack Crash, that should you try to turn away from that pre-ordained path. Should you reject the words of the ones who sent me, then I a say woe upon you.

Woe for in foolishness you will have brought a ghastly terror upon your head! You will have condemned yourself to a future of unspeakable horrors the mere glimpse of which haunt my memories to this day! They have given you this life Zack Crash as a gift, and they can take it away just as easily! And when they do, it shall not end swiftly. No, the suffering that you stand to receive is one so great, I can barely bring myself to speak of it. Do not throw away all that they have given you Zack Crash, do not cast yourself to be counted amongst the Heathens who shall perish in sorrow and misery. Do not bring this fate upon yourself Zack Crash for as horrible a fate belongs to those wicked wretches, an even worst fate belongs to those who accept the calling of my masters, only to turn away from them.

DO YOU HEAR ME?! A FATE WORSE THAN DEATH AWAITS! IT KNOCKS ON THE DOOR AT THIS VERY MOMENT, LICKING IT LIP AS IT DESIRES TO DEVOUR YOU! AWAKEN AND TURN YOUR EYES TO OUR MASTERS THAT THEY MIGHT SPARE YOU ON THE DAY OF THE GLORIOUS REIGN!!!

(Caine inhales deeply. As he exhales, his words pour out like a stream.)


Caine: "Tell me what is to be done my masters. Tell me what you wish to be done this Sunday. Am I to injure and wound, or am I to be an executioner?"


(Caine body begins to go stiff, his jaw hangs open, and his eyes glaze over with a far away look about them. Caine remains this way for a long minute, before he finally blinks his eyes and begins nod his head.)


Caine: "I understand. Glory to you my masters for showing me what must be done. Honor to you for granting me the strength to carry out all that you desire upon Zack Crash. And praise be to you for soon the world shall be made pure, and the Heathens who pollute it shall be eaten alive in the flood of fire. Oh how I await that day, and how I shall rejoice when all are given what their deeds have sowed. How I shall smile as the bitter cup shall be forced down the throats of the weak, the sick, the inept, and the vain. And how it shall be a delight to watch them burn until the end of ages.

For these words you have whispered to me, are your will my masters, and I shall make them so."


(The camera holds on Caine face for a moment before fading out.)

The End.

(Cloud’s Inner Thoughts)


I refuse to let them get to me. I should have never lost my cool like that, but that bitch pisses me off so much! I can’t wait to get my hands on her. I can’t wait to show her just how much of a difference there is between each other. I can’t wait till I hold the title over both their heads, once again taking a belt from the high and mighty Cailin Dillon. Winning this match may ruin any progress we've made in private. Winning this game may ruin any chance of Aria and I reuniting.


Welp, that’s just the way it is. We all knew what we were getting ourselves into. They bought into the idea that the world didn’t want to see us together and the fact that nobody wanted to see me shine. Well, they can keep their bullshit assumptions. I’m going to fly once more and reign over this division. After that, nobody will have any choice but to take me seriously. I’m tired of these-


Shit, Alexis is calling me. I haven’t spoken to the Coven- or the entire Sanatorium in weeks. She texted me now. The whole family is in town and wants to meet with me. The last thing I need is their concerns on my mind. I have to win this match. I put too much on the line to come out empty-handed. They have to see where I’m coming from and how much this means to me. A win on Saturday is a win for them- but I’ll be honest. I’m doing this for myself. Everything has led up to this. 


At this point, I have no choice but to win.



(The camera opens up to Mao sitting a hotel room by herself. She has a cup of coffee in front of her.)

Here we are, finally in good ‘ol Seattle. You may notice that my client, Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda isn’t around at the moment. After her last outburst, we both thought it wise that she focused on her training while I concentrate on the war of words. I don’t know what it is about you two, but you both have this way with her. Either she’s busy daydreaming about what could have been with you Ms. Dillon, or she’s muttering about bashing Ms. Jaxon’s face in. At first, I’m wondering if it’s own her insecurities getting the best of her, but I’ve come to realize that it’s more than that. First off Aria, for someone who’s been avoiding my client for eight months, you talk a lot of garbage. The only sin is that the trash you’re spewing is the same tired schtick week in and week out. You evoke this passive aggressive attitude about how you’re nonchalantly working your way to the top, and everyone else is with you or against you. You raise the value of the Women’s Champion while devaluing your other opponent at every turn. You- like Ms. Nova, Ms. Ava, Ms. Shamez and countless others rely on intimidating your opponents through your popularity and extended screen time. Sometimes I sit back and evaluate what you have to say and quite honestly for the life of me, there’s nothing to be taken except your entitlement. This doesn’t make you special- not by a long shot. This delusion you’ve created for yourself will not hold on Saturday. My client is not impressed by your friend’s list nor by your diction. She only wants one thing from you: your fists. She wants to - and will - outfight you. This broken friendship can only be dealt with in one way: by going to war. Cloud will smash through your funny quips and bury you underneath your lexicon. Her rage for you shines brighter than the hottest pink in your dye collection. The more you keep telling the world it’s going to be you who will win, the more desperate you sound. Maybe it’s because you know damn well this is the last hurrah of Aria Jaxon in 2017. Reality has set in- if you lose this match, then to the back of the line you go. There are twenty hungry women waiting to take your spot, and once they smell blood, they will devour you without mercy. This title scene is a protective bubble for you. As long as you stay close to the title, then you get to avoid jumping through hoops. But, let me be frank with you ‘Ria-chan. Eventually, the brass will become tired of you. Those countless opportunities will become less and less until you’re a shell of your former self, fighting for scraps in the occasional Specialist no. 1 contender match. You will lose all hope as the next girls of summer skip by you, climbing the mountain top where my client will be awaiting their arrival. These newbies will climb a mountain of broken bones, where the War Queen will oblige their challenge and add their corpses to her collection. No amount of shade can cover this eventuality. You’re on borrowed time, and this match will decide which direction your career will go in. If anything, you’re feeling the pressure the most. If Cai loses her belt, chances are she’ll get a rematch; as for Steph...she always gets back up. She always fights her way to the top. It’s in her blood to fight the best of the best and reign as the top  This is no mere revenge fantasy, but the culmination of months of preparation. My client and I have multiple outcomes laid out. Unfortunately, the ones that see you as victory will never come to fruition. Your style thrives off of throwing your enemies off their game. You antagonize your foes over and over until one little mistake costs them everything. It sounds like to me you’ve been reading out of the Sheridan Muller handbook, foreword by the Heart Break Gal. You’re the culmination of years of selective breeding. Aria Jaxon: the Alpha and Omega of Divas Wrestling. 

Cailin Dillon. Let me make this easy for you: my client and I don’t give a damn if you deserve to be Women’s Champion and if Aria deserves to be fighting your match. We did what we did, and we’re going to snatch that title from your grasp. Be a grown woman, swallow your pride, and move on. You can’t figure us out because Stephanie is no longer under your thumb. You both was spoiled with underestimating my client for so long, that now she’s a threat, you don’t know what to do with yourselves. Go ahead, keep reciting the same narrative over and over. We’ll just quietly pass through the night with that strap while you tell yourself that things will always be as they are. Kingdoms were never meant to last- my client and I are taking the opportunity to seize the moment and come out on top, and stay there for as long as possible. One day, the War Queen will falter- but it’s my job to delay the inevitable as long as possible. This may sound unfair, but oh well boo hoo and all that. Life is never fair, and when the underdog has their day, that’s just the way life is. Nobody told either of you to fly solo. My client has an entire stable watching over her as well as yours truly. The Sanatorium has three titles under their belts and is about to acquire a fourth. Don’t be mad the Sirens didn’t last. You both fell for Tarah’s false promises and came up short. Nobody feels sorry for either of you. Yes, I will ensure that Stephanie walks out the champ. I will do whatever it takes to make sure it happens. That’s right wrenches; we’re not even hiding it from you. It’s one-on-one-on-two. It’s a no DQ- there’s nothing to be discrete about. Early last year it was the so-called Gotham City Sirens vs. my client on her lonesome. You took joy in throwing shots at her- even before she joined Sanatorium. Now here we are. Karma’s the biggest bitch in the world, and it’s a beautiful thing. You can keep meowing all the way to Saturday Little Red Bitching Hood because after this weekend those ‘meows’ will be shortened by the first two letters courtesy of a well-placed Final Heaven. Your little friend is going to get the pink knocked out of her courtesy of a trip to Cloud City. Also, bear in mind that it’s not wise to take your eyes off of Matsuda to focus on me. You’re in a tight spot ladies, one that will prove your undoing.

Nobody said that war is fought with honor. The victors influence what the history books say. Armies are never even, weapons are not never of the same quality, and not all generals are created equal. Your high school tactics are crap compared to my managing experience and my client’s natural instincts. Let’s see what story your little friend will tell you two after you both walk away empty handed. Maybe you guys can reunite and go out for ice cream or something. Cleopatra made the best decision of her life when she allowed the woman who bested her the chance to claim the MacGuffin that will shut all of you up once and for all. Because honestly if I have to sit through another one of Aria’s ‘me-me-me’ rants and Cailin’s alternative facts, I’ going to jump off the cliff. But then again, that would be doing the two of you a favor, and I don’t do favors. I get paid well to do what I do- and I’m the best at what I do. You don’t have to take my word for it. Just let it sink in over the weekend. Further down the line maybe- just maybe you both will be able to worm your way back into the title scene- when my client is no longer holding the title. As long as she’s in the main event scene, your hopes and dreams are null and void. As I’ve mention, it is what it is. Acceptance is the first step to recovery. I suggest you gives yourselves a head start.

(Mao waves)

Ja ne!

(The camera fades as Mao takes a sip of coffee)

 
And she calls me a hypocrite. Please, dust that shit back into that pan with your giant broom and throw this garbage in the trash can it belongs in. Since you mentioned Sheridan so fondly, this was some Sheridan-level bullshit. Listen, your match against her was a gift. You were not handed shit, because you did beat her. But it was a gift because she was so utterly mindfucked after losing that title that she didn’t know up from down. There are no automatic rematches in this industry. We both know that as well as anyone. Fuck, Cloud knows it. We’ve all three lost a title and then watched as other people held it above us with no opportunity in sight. But for you, there’s the luxury of a light at the end of a tunnel. There are so many people in this company who would have gotten fucked in the ass like you think you did last month and not return a month later with another shot. You can find them. They’re everywhere. You even had to fight the dumbasses who caused this mess just to back your way back into this match. This is a very great opportunity for you. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have complete confidence that you’d find your stubborn ass right back here again. Just like you know if the situation was reversed and you had this title, I’d be doing everything in my human power to make sure I was right back fighting for it again. But that’s where the desperation clicks in for all of us, right? The amount of shit I had to do just to get this point, and the lack of any guarantee at a rematch if I were to fuck this up is enough to make me a really, really dangerous bitch. If you think I’m the type that’s willing to take three assholes lightly and just rollover and take this loss so you all can have your parties and celebrations and live out your dreams, then you are really fucking dumb. I also thought there was more to you than this. But in the end you’re just the same big walking, shit talking girl from California who’s just out to tell us all the way it’s going to be. Stephanie wants to talk layers and people having nothing interesting about them. She ignores the fact that you’re the person who has evolved the least out of all of us. Not there’s necessarily anything wrong with that. But when you talk about people having nothing handed to them, there’s some perspective there. Because we’ve been in matches together fighting for what we wanted. We took different paths from one of those very matches. I went on to defend and define the Specialist’s title for months. You went on to earn other opportunities and get a chance at the Vixen’s Championship. Even when I made the Vixen’s Championship tap out in the middle of the ring at an FPV, I was given nothing but a pat on the back. Good job, Cailin. Now face the rest of the division and watch the next person to beat Eris get to hold her title. There’s a lot of bullshit that happens in this place, but the one constant is when it is a title match there are winners and there are losers and there is almost always a shift. The winner moves up or stays at the top, and the losers fall from grace and get forced to work back. I have no problem with putting in the work to get to the top, but I’m doing it with the Women’s Championship securely around my waist. I only hold this title and this win above your head because you keep coming back with the same shit. The same woe is me bullshit about how I was going to tap out when that match was ruined. This isn’t about benefits and when you win it. When you win this title you hang on to it as long as possible. And you do it by battling your freaking brains out, leaving your soul right there on the mat. In so many ways, Aria, you were made for this business. You have the charisma and the look and that charm that has everyone chanting your name even if you’re lifting me by the hair and slapping me across the face. You’ve earned everything, but you come in such a perfect-made package that you’re hard to ignore. That’s why Stephanie hates you so much. She feels that no matter what she does she will never be taken seriously as you are. Even if she beats you 10 out of 10 times people will see you as the favorite the next time you face. I’ll admit, I’ve felt a little bit of the same myself in the past in regards to you. It’s not a jealousy. I’m not jealous of you or anything you’ve accomplished. But it’s a completely different fight inside your head that you can’t let yourself get caught up in or it will crush you from the inside out. I’m not concerned with what you want to do or who you want to be or what your plans are for the future. My concern is beating you, and beating Stephanie and defending this Women’s Championship exactly how the face of Empire is supposed to. Just because you’re the face they like to see and the one they want to put on the programs, it doesn’t mean I’m about to take a seat behind you and let you hold this title above your head. Nah, that’s a dream you can put aside for now.
 
As for your sins, I think you looked a little too much into that one. I get it, you’re practically grasping for straws here as you remind us over and over that we’re wrong and you’re going to take everything from us. You’re going to end Stephanie’s crusade and you’re going to knock me off this pedestal and shove it in my face as you hold this title. Your sins in terms of Stephanie have nothing to do with you becoming the Vixen’s Champion. That’s where the friendship aspect came into it. This is part of her desire to overthrow you. It’s not only that you moved on without her, ditched her for another friend and then crossed her out of your life. It’s that you did all of this with the well intentions leaving her irrelevant. I get your side of the argument, but then I also completely get where she and Mao are coming from on this one too. If any of us has had to really right to even stay alive anymore, it’s her. This isn’t the fight like when you were Empress of Elite and I was just trying to keep my head above water and paddling through torrent waves. This is a war inside of her head, and much of the doubt that exists there was created by what we did to her. And a big chunk is from the final blows that you laid after she stared staking her failed-revenge plot against me. You were the final shot that led her down a path she never expected to venture down. That’s just the truth. Again, you act like me talking about your sins is me blaming you for doing anything other than being yourself. It’s sort of like my friends turning on me because I wanted to be myself and go for my dreams. It’s sort of crazy, isn’t it? My best friend last month told me in no small terms that she hoped I got what was coming to me for abandoning the two of you at Shock Value. Give me a fucking break, really. Let’s not get too much into a match that we’d already lost, already been eliminated from and we were pinning all of our hopes on a person none of us really liked. I don’t know if y’all figured this out yet, but I don’t think you have. I’m not and OG Vixen. I’m just Cailin freaking Dillon. I haven’t really changed, I’m just being more myself. You don’t understand what it’s like to try and carry this division on your back when you’re demanding bullies give you respect and trying to be the hero of a division that does everything in its power to commit suicide. That’s not who I wanted to be nor was it ever who I asked to be. We’re all independent in our own ways. Well, Cloud used to be that. But look at where we are now, Aria. We’re fighting for a title that exists for the sole purpose of we did. Never did I label your sins as something that existed solely because of your quest for gold. That’s all between you and Stephanie, really. My role in all of this is as the champion. As the fighting champion that walks into and out of Malicious Intentions as the champion. I will be battle tested against the next-best fighter in this division, and the woman who wants to belong in the same league as us. Wants to prove she is on that level. Even if she’s probably been closer than she realizes all along. While you’re focused on what tricks Meow and Steph might have in store for us and you’re trying to play out all the narratives in your head, I’m focused on one singular thing. Winning. I will do what it takes to win this match. I’m not taking you lightly, or either of them. I’m just going to win. It’s as simple as that. I know you probably roll your eyes at that because I didn’t follow it up with some catch phrase or say, “I’m going to beat you because I work harder than anyone in this company,” or the classic, “I just want this more than anyone else.” Your motivations and your preparation for this match pale in comparison to mine, but I don’t need to rub it in. What you need to do is start picturing life after this match. Is there another opportunity for you down the pipe? Can you work hard enough to get another shot? Your answers don’t even matter. These are vague questions I’m asking. But they are THE questions that will be floating around inside that brain of yours after this match when you start to figure out where your career is headed. Maybe somewhere down the line you do get another shot at this. Maybe because they love you so fucking much you get another shot at this next month, too. Hell, we’ll probably put on the fucking match of the century and they’ll name it Match of the Year and give the award to you. It won’t matter. The real award is in my hands, and it’s not going anywhere. It’s right where it belongs. It’s at home.
 
I know I ventured off the path here to talk to our girl Aria here, Steph, but your due will come the next time you decide you have something to say, too. I just found too much enjoyment out of the desperation I’m picking up from Aria. You know how badly she wants to win this match? So badly that she’s turned to desperate attempts to turn the smallest little phrases into huge essays where she tries to spit the truth. She’s defending herself now. She’s trying to charge back like she’s being shoved inside of her locker by a bully. But this isn’t me or you bullying her. We can lay it out all we want and this is the reaction we’ll get from Aria. She tries to throw a little shade her, try to outwit us there, and yet it all has the same effect of falling completely flat. Fitting, since the people’s champion will be falling flat on her face after I destroy her ass at Malicious Intentions. But hey, this is a triple threat match and they say it’s anybody’s match. One plus one plus one equals three in all phases of the math game. But adding me in is changing the equation all together. In this match it’s MI x 3 = Cailin Dillon. It doesn’t matter what way Cleopatra wants to spin it or how badly she wants to create a situation where this title slips out of my hands and into the waiting, greedy, grabby hands of Aria Jaxon. Or the desperate, clammy hands of Stephanie Matsuda. You can bring your best shot, you can try to knock me down and you can avoid the sirens all you want. You aren’t wrangling this Texas tornado and you aren’t taking my title. I am the face of Empire and that won’t change after Malicious Intentions. Neither of you are champions, and that’s not changing at all. Just because you want to be Women’s Champion doesn’t mean you just get to beat me. And just because you want to beat me or you say you’re going to beat me it doesn’t mean that’s going to happen either. But when you step on to my court, when you climb into my ring, the only thing you’re signing up for is the ride of your life. And this ride only ends one way. It ends with you beaten and laying on your back staring at the sky and wondering what happened. You’re right, Aria, you will finish this match on your back. But while the two of you lay there thinking about where your night went wrong, I’ll be standing tall on both feet and I will still be your Women’s Champion. So deal with that.

 
I must say that this Grand Rampage match is bringing out the best, worst and most bizarre women to ever walk the face of the earth. It seems like, and someone please correct me if I missed something:


Madison Kaline thinks she made wrestling cool again.


Sophia Rose wants to rip her head off for some incident in the past.


The Eva sisters both despise Azumi Goto among others.


Goto is telling everyone to chill and seems to want to be the cool girl in the room.


La Diva is…. strange.

Kendra Shamez believes she and the other OGs made women’s wrestling and that we should worship the ground they walk on.


Haruna Sakazaki likes to write in her diary.


The Deimos family is scary.
 
These observations are mostly glaring obvious statements, I know, but they are things that I need to know about. One thing that I must say is that trying to integrate into this social structure is a bit difficult. I’m not heavily armed with the histories of my opponents and their circumstances that got them to this point. And that’s perfectly alright. When I was younger, I probably would feel a pang of discontent and jealousy that people like Cameron Ella Ava, Sophia Rose, Madison and others are treating me like a non-issue. But as I’ve gotten a bit older and more mature, I’ve learned that being seen as a non-issue and someone not to be taken seriously is actually one of the greatest blessings one could possibly hope to have. Here I am, a former Air Force pilot managing to sneak in under the radar, virtually undetected by all the big fish as they snap and gripe at each other on television. That is perfect!


Azumi Goto, please keep on with your very chilled out shows. For someone who says tranquilo a lot you don’t seem very calm. Under that cold surface there must be a lot of emotions brimming. Maybe some of it has to do with your treatment at Cleopatra’s hands or some other After-School Special bullshit that I wasn’t paying attention to.


Alexis Deimos, please continue to ignore my presence. That would be much appreciated. While I’m at it, I would like to congratulate your husband on claiming the EAW Championship recently. If I have my way, you and the rest of your lot won’t be adding any gold to the family treasure chest any time soon. It’s nothing personal by the way. I don’t have any truck with you, your daughter or anybody else in that group you got. It’s just business. But…. you didn’t need to know that. You probably are just ignoring this, preparing your next spooky video for the fans, right? Of course, I am.


Sophia…it seems like the whole Kendra interaction was troubling you recently. Maybe there is a little bit more to the story other than what you’ve shared but I’m detecting that there is a very deep reservoir of feeling. I know that you have a lot of things on your mind, but it seems that you are incredibly distracted. I don’t doubt your desire or ability to win the match at hand, but are you truly focused as you should be for a match like this? I learned this line from an old sailor: “Only the one who can erase idle and foolish thoughts to concentrate completely will control the battle.” I’m not trying to say that in a smart-assed way, but it’s just an observer’s opinion.


Kendra Shamez……. now this is someone that I’m a bit surprised found words for me. Unfortunately, none of those words seemed all that pleasant. I know that I’m not a fashionista or overly flashy, but generic is what you came up with for me? I’m disappointed by that. I was hoping that either I would fly underneath your senses, which you described in rather explicit detail. I’m not a shrink, but I’m very much of the opinion that your crazy ass needs some counseling. Then again, EAW’s not known for being a safe place for the sane, is it? Look, you DO present some very valid points. I don’t know what I’m getting into as far as the Grand Rampage is concerned other than what I have studied the last few days. It’s not experience but it will have to suffice, I suppose. The Empire Cup being in my hands would mark a pretty stark turnaround from where I was, but I’m not expecting Rome to be built in a single day here. I’m not trying to make a name for myself with fashionable clothing and having the best looks or the best wrestling style. I’m just trying to win, pure and simple. I may be a loser, but goddamn it if the Cleveland Browns can win something they shouldn’t, so can I. You don’t scare me with your words nor do you make me feel sad or hurt. I take things said by others as motivation, especially when it’s rude or intentionally hurtful. While I am not losing sight of the mission by any means, if an opportunity presents itself to punch you in your fucking mouth and hopefully knock out a pearly white tooth or two, I will be happy beyond words to do it. I may be generic, inconsistent, and a loser…. but if you’re not careful this generic, inconsistent loser is going to beat the shit out of you on international television and there won’t be anything that you or any of your mates can do about it. When it is over though, I would be more than happy if you had a part in my career. Fashion consultant maybe? Or someone with your near immaculate build and facial features surely knows a plastic surgeon so that I can correct my…. I forgot the term that you used, but I don’t think it was the most flattering description of my mouth. Maybe you know someone who can help me with that?


As for the rest of you, I’m sure you’re all going to continue to pile on each other and maybe occasionally slip in the line about how I’m a non-wrestler or something like that. Matches can’t be won or lost with this observation that I’ve undertaken, but I can more readily formulate a game plan just by seeing how you all react to each other.



Dance, my pretty little puppets, dance! Dance in all your glory! I will be a mostly quiet but extremely captivated audience during the week. Come the weekend though…. you all will become the captivated audience as I walk away with the Empire Cup. 

.:MALICIOUS INTENTIONS {#}3{/#}:.




(The scene fades to an image of a press conference. Dozens or reporters are sitting in the audience of a very lit room as camera’s are all around. There is a table in the front with a microphone on top of it. Finally, a woman on the side dressed in professional attire stands near a podium and begins to speak.) 


(The audience applauds as Kendra Shamez, emerging wearing a black skin tight dress, black heels, and a black blazer resting on her shoulders sit down. She has black sunglasses covering up her eyes as she has a cold demeanor. She adjusts herself as she leans towards the mic.)

Kendra: I am open to any questions.

(A flare of hands begin to wave around the audience as many are hoping to be the fateful chosen one by the OG Vixen herself. Kendra scrunches her eyebrows as she scoffs.)

Kendra: Ahhh.. alright, calm down. You, over there - with the terrible haircut. Jesus christ. (Kendra lifts her sunglasses up.) Did Hellen Keller give you that updo, girl?

(The woman, about in her mid 40’s with an 80’s anchorwoman haircut, carefully runs her fingers through her hair as she composes herself.)


Kendra: Let me rephrase my previous statement. I am open to ANY QUESTION REGARDING THE GRAND RAMPAGE EMPIRE CUP. GET YOUR GOSSIP ELSEWHERE! NEXT…

(A wave of hands emerge as Kendra points to her left.) 

Kendra: Fatty, the floor is yours.

(A silence goes through the entire room.)

Kendra: Christ, get some self-confidence you fools. I call out the fatty and you’re all wondering if I’m calling out every single one of you? GOD. Fine, you, in the front. What EAW related question to you have? 

(A shy Hispanic man wearing an obviously rented suit stands up. He pushes his glasses that are resting on the bridge of his nose up as the musters the courage to speak.)


Kendra: Give me a quick second, do you mind giving me an overview of who the fuck April Song is? Wait, it probably doesn’t matter does it? Obviously, the songbird herself hasn’t made much of an impact on Empire in order to be viewed as a legitimate threat. But I am aware of what specific interview you’re referring to, man with the tight suit. She probably thought she was going to look oh so cute standing there with a mic pressed against her lips looking like a complete moron. Newsflash, she didn’t look cute - in fact, April Song proved that she’s as generic as they get. She didn’t look endearing and she sure as hell didn’t tickle me pink. She has the audacity to say to the camera with a straight face that she’s going to survive this Grand Rampage but she has absolutely NO IDEA what she’s getting herself into. You have to make sure all of your five senses are working. You need to have the ability to see your gleefully competitor wobble down the ramp and into the ring, ready to attack you and to completely ruin your chances of being the Empire Cup winner. You need to be able to hear someone coming from behind ready to tackle your ass over the top rope. You need to be able to smell the terrible body odor coming from Alexis Diemos as she emerges from the opposite side of the ring. You need to be able to taste the blood from your opponents after you’ve broken their skin in hopes of breaking their mental capacity as well. And you need to be able to feel a bunch of hair from your opponent's head in your hand as you’re pummeling their face in the ring. April Song can barely get out a coherent sentence out of that ape-looking mouth when put on the spot. Does she truly believe that she has what it takes in order to take home the gold and outwrestle the other women in this match? April, I hope you know that working hard won’t get you anywhere. You need to be consistent. You need to be consistently winning day in and day out - something that you haven’t been able to do. You’re a loser like the rest of these morons in this room… I hope that answered your question.  

(Kendra smiles as she leans back in her chair. A wave of hands raise as Kendra points to a woman from the back. She seems like a young girl in her early 20’s as she’s wearing something Buzzfeed.com would deem as going against societal norms in order to perceive yourself as a “fierce bitch.” The overweight ginger arranges her black, thick rimmed glasses as she begins to speak.)


(Kendra smiles as she removes her glasses and folds them as she places the frames on the collar of her shirt. She leans back and clasps her hands on her lap.)

Kendra: Cameron Ella Ava is an innovator. She has proven time after time again that she is one of the most loyal members EAW has ever had. Whenever she takes a break she comes back rejuvenated, ready to tackle whoever is on the spotlight. She always manages to completely rip away any momentum and up and coming star has because she’s THAT good. At this point, I don’t care who wins the Grand Rampage as long as it’s one of the OG’s. If Cameron has her hands on the cup then good for her. If I have my hands on the cup then fantastic. I don’t think you’re truly reading in between the lines, lady. What we are trying to do is we are attempting to establish our dominance in this new era of EAW. The OG’s has to reclaim what is rightfully ours. We are strong, independent women and we will wipe the ring clean with the other parasitical whores that dare to get in our way.


Kendra: That’s - That’s not at all what I’m trying to say. What I’m trying to say is that we are in it TOGETHER. I’m sorry that you’re all not accustomed to seeing two dominant females work together. Cameron Ella Ava is an established, ESTABLISHED performer and I sure as hell know that she doesn’t need any sort of validation from my part. She has worked for years on end to gain this reputable image. God damn it, why are we even talking about this? Do you want some sort of soundbite depicting some sort of vendetta against Cameron? Why? Because she eliminated me at the Extreme Elimination chamber thus being the only reason why I lost my title?! You think I’m going to hold it against her when I know she just made a mistake?! SHUT UP. YOU KNOW WHAT, GET OUT! GET OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW! NO ONE WANTS YOU HERE YOU GOD DAMN INCESTOUS PRICK! OUT! AND YOU’RE TOO FAT FOR THOSE SHORT-SHORTS YOU GODDAMN WHORE. 

(The woman’s eyes redden as she lowers her head down and bolts out of the room. As she passes by, Kendra grabs her piping hot paper cup filled with coffee and throws it at the young girl. An enraged Kendra calms down as she puts her sunglasses on again. She leans in her seat and clasps her hands together.) 

Kendra: Who’s next…

(An older woman stands with a stern, serious demeanor.)


Kendra: I’m glad you asked that. If you mind me, this next statement goes straight the mother’s of all mother’s Ms. Alexis Diemos. You cannot go around and make claims about me. You assume that I have all this power, fame and glory - which you’re right, to an extent. You want to know that I would give all of those up for? I’d give them up for some fucking respect. Constantly I’m seen as a joke among my peers. All of my accomplishments, my accolades are humorous even though I gave blood, sweat and tears for all of them. FOR MONTHS I have been begging and pleading with people to see me as the authoritative figure I am. And what have I received in return? NOTHING. You claim that I mock people but I’m the one that’s being mocked day in and day out. Have you not taken a gander and read what Azumi Goto has said about me in interviews? What about Laura Laine? Even fucking Cleopatra for Christ’s sake! You don’t know anything about me, Alexis, so don’t you dare go around and assume as if you know what the FUCK I’m all about. I’ve been on this earth for a long goddamn time, so I have lost it all in my life. I left the business because I had nothing, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to my name. My early years of such luxurious lifestyle bit me in the ass and I had to work my way up from scratch. My ego was injured and I was a complete mess. However, I had the resilience in me to build myself. It took baby steps and it took a lot of patience but here I am. So all of this fame and power that I have - I HAVE WORKED MY ASS OFF FOR IT. And there will NEVER BE A GOD DAMN DAY WHERE I DON’T FUCKING BRAG ABOUT IT! I have earned my bragging rights, Alexis, something that you’ll NEVER be capable of ever doing in your pathetic piece of shit career. Your fat husband winning the title means absolutely NOTHING to this equation. All he is to you is a false prophecy - false hope. He should be charged with domestic violence for putting all of these false promises in your fucking head. You won’t get anywhere near the final four and I’ll make sure of it.


Kendra: One more question and I’ll continue this session tomorrow.

(Finally, an older balding male stands as he valiantly asks the OG Vixen:)


Kendra: Irrelevant question about an irrelevant girl. But I know that you traveled from - quick, where are you from bald man?


Kendra: I know you didn’t travel all the way from that shithole state named Oregon for nothing so I’ll go ahead and answer your question just for the hell of it. Sophia is another girl that had a lot of hype in the beginning of her debut. Then she let Madison Kaline make a complete fool out of herself for not being aware of her surroundings. Then she came back and is trying to establish herself as a threat even though she’s been playing this pathetic game of cat and mouse with the Mistress of Death? Right? This is the person claiming that she’s going to win, am I correct? (Kendra laughs) Give me a fucking break and give me some real fucking competition. I am obliterating every single one of you whores in that Grand Rampage. At this point it’s just an embarrassment. Sophia, I know that you tried to narrow it down to see who truly deserves the grand opportunity but if you really think about it - no one truly deserves it. It’s about who wants it the most and I can tell you right now that I want it, I NEED IT. You are nowhere near my level and if you think you’re going to get past Cam and I, then you’re in for a whole lot of trouble. And with that being said, this press conference is OVER.

(Kendra puts her shades back on as she gets up and walks away. The camera fades to black.)

Samuel Ufau wrote:

\"Damaged" Zack Crash wrote:

I think #3 is the lie

1.)  Played Jesus in a stage production of "Godspell"

2.)  Has had stitches in his "equipment" 

3.)  Is left handed

yes #3 was the lie 

For Michaels

#2 is the lie

Sam:

1: Likes both the ladies and guys

2: sometimes lets his smart ass attitude get him in trouble.

3: Met William Shatner and almost had him convinced to be his Manager and go by the Name THE ONLY CAPTAIN.

Hmm...gonna say #1 on this one. The second one sounds too broad and the third is too crazy not to be true.

Eclipse:

1. Pansexual

2. Is the Middle child of the Diemos clan

3. Prefers fruity drinks to hard alcohol.

\"Damaged" Zack Crash wrote:

I think #3 is the lie

1.)  Played Jesus in a stage production of "Godspell"

2.)  Has had stitches in his "equipment" 

3.)  Is left handed

yes #3 was the lie 

For Michaels

#2 is the lie

Sam:

1: Likes both the ladies and guys

2: sometimes lets his smart ass attitude get him in trouble.

3: Met William Shatner and almost had him convinced to be his Manager and go by the Name THE ONLY CAPTAIN.

I think #3 is the lie

1.)  Played Jesus in a stage production of "Godspell"

2.)  Has had stitches in his "equipment" 

3.)  Is left handed

Dynasty promo #3

(The scene opens inside the Pierre Gagnaire á Séoul restaurant in Seoul, South Korea. It's here that we find EAW' Social Media Champion "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels, flanked on each side by two stunning Korean supermodels who have joined him as Valentine's Day dates.)


Michaels: "So in a matter of just a few short weeks, after I beat that clown Drake Jager, and show his ho train what a real man looks like, I'll be crowned the Elite Answers Wrestling Interwire champion. How does that sound?"



Model #1: "A-"

(Before a single word can be uttered, the model is interrupted by the loud ringing of Michaels' iPhone.)


Michaels: "One second sweetheart."


(Michaels pulls out his phone to see a text from his agent that reads 'IMPORTANT, Look at this'. Michaels quickly clicks the link which takes him to a transcript of the recent statements made by Methuselah.)

Michaels: "Let's see here, blah blah blah Janus-faced soothsayer. Blah blah blah tears out my heart. Yadda yadda yadda droning on and on about Plord even though everyone already knows it's all complete bullshit.

Wow would you get a load of this jackass? He's been such a bitchboi since he got since his girl. Left him. It's so sad, I'd almost feel bad for him if he hadn't become such a whiny little pussy. I mean look at him, his confidence is so shot the best he try to do is hope my mother would have pity sex with him. But hey would could you expect from the guy who wasn't man enough for Tarah Nova, or Kendra Shamez, Hell he probably would get laughed at by a ten dollar hooker. And an ugly one at that.

So here he is now, trying desperately to cling on to this oddball prophet persona because no one gives a shit about plain ol' Mister DeDeDe. You know the same guy who got crushed by Scott Oasis, who in turn ran for the hills because he would have been outright embarrassed by me. Methuselah wants to misconstrue my words, saying that I see him as my peer. I don't, because that would suggest that we're on the same level in terms of either talent or popularity and that's simply not the case. Oh no, see I'm not Methuselah's equal, I'm his superior. As of this moment I have surpassed him in every conceivable way. I'm a more talented wrestler who has all time classics week in and week out. I'm a more charismatic speaker who can reach thru that television set and command the audience's attention in a way that no other can. I'm a better lover, which you'll all find out tonight."

(The girls laugh nervously, almost shocked that Michaels would be so forward, even if it was in a playful manner.)


Michaels: "But more than all that I've surpassed that overblown, full of crap, windbag because I still have the world in front of me, as I am both the biggest and best thing that EAW has to keep its future as the number one wrestling promotion safe. Meanwhile that broken down old fool has to drop my name to try and remain relevant. I'm gonna tell you right now, there's no room for clinger ons like Methuselah in my Elite Answers Wrestling. There is no place for has beens with goofy God complexes, and silly backwards talk. There's no place for jackasses who have fallen off so hard, they have use all this smoke and mirrors to hide the fact that they're just not the same man anymore. Thats right Methuselah, you simply aren't the same man. You're not the world champion who dominated the EAW landscape for years. You're not the Hall of fame legend who conquers in every battle he sets forth on. You're not even the same guy who sent fear running thru the spines of everyone who ever brought forth this "alter ego".

No, all you are is a disgrace to this sport, and it will be my absolute pleasure to kick your psycho babbling ass right back to the curb and allow the next generation of EAW elitist to rise up and take their place, with me standing above all of them.

Go on ahead and keep taking all the shit you've been saying, because none of it is gonna matter once I give you a first class seat on the end of my boot. All the bull crap your saying about some cousin I don't know about, won't bare a single shred of relevance once I torch your ass and pin you one, two, three in the middle of the ring. And once I do, I'll begin my journey to the top of EAW, and nobody or nothing is going to stop me.

You hear me boys? Nothing you can throw at me is gonna stop me from my goals. No one is gonna stand in the way of me capturing Championship gold, or becoming the face of EAW. Not you Methuselah, and certainly not those good for nothing bastards, Atilino Castillos, and Lucas Johnson.

The first is an unskilled street fighter, who's got balls the size of a flea. For all the talk about the guys he's taken out, can he honestly say that he's stood eye to eye faced any of these guys like a man? Or has he just gone around hitting guys from behind, which I'm sure he doesn't in the bedroom too, and stand around looking proud of the fact that he doesn't have what it takes to get the job done when the bell rings? If Atilino was half the man he claimed to be, he wouldn't have needed a chair to beat down Hades. But instead all he'll ever be able to do is stand around like a schmuck who got off a lucky hit.

This Friday night, there won't be any foreign objects that can save Atilino from the A-List ass kicking I'm gonna dish out to him. All the bad neighborhoods, and bloody knuckle brawls can't aid him against the man who is the greatest professional athlete in the world today, tomorrow, and forever. So let him step on up and test me, I'll be more than happy to bitch slap him straight back to Compton with nothing more than the knowledge that he got to stand face to face with perfection in the flesh.

Live on Dynasty Castillos is in for a long night, and a serious ass whooping, because I don't take kindly to overhyped, underdeveloped assholes taking up space in my company and being unfairly handed out opportunities. I'm sending Atiliano back to the street corner to stand out in the cold with his trick turning momma. And there's not a goddamn thing the he, or anybody else can do about. Not a fucking thing!

And then there the little engine who sure as hell can't. The man who constantly begs and nags for a chance at the Interwire Championship, in to either fall flat on his face, or land directly on his ass. The man who is such a choke, he can't even get to the big one. This man has been getting his ass served to him on a sliver platter for months now, and someone in the back keeps handing this guy the chance to earn a title match. When is Monroe and company gonna stop taking their idiot pills, and start turning their attention to the man who can actually get the job done?

I tell you, this Friday I fixing to serve up Lucas his fill of humble pie, and judging from the looks of him he can handle more than his fair share of pie. I am going to demolish Lucas Johnson so that we can lift the stain of him up off Dynasty. Let him go slum it on one of the lesser brands, hell let him go and be mediocre someplace else. Because there is nothing a B minus player like Lucas could ever hope to accomplish while he has to stand in the shadow of The G.O.A.T., the titan of the industry, the face of EAW, the absolute picture of perfection, Mark Michaels.

This Friday I am gonna shut Lucas' mouth for good when I stuff my fist in it. And to keep Lucas asshole warm after we unlodge his head from it, I'll make sure to plant my boot square up it. No ifs, no ands, and no buts, I am the man who's waking out of Dynasty with his hand held high in victory.


I say this because my un matched skills have made me a twitter Trendsetter, an Instagram icon, and a hashtag hero to millions of followers around the world. Followers who know that there is not a man, woman, or child who could ever even hope to compared to myself, because I am simply the absolute best to ever lace up a pair of boots. The man who stands head and shoulders above every other son of a bitch in the locker room. The man who is just waiting to be crowned the EAW Interwire champion. The unrivaled, unmatched, and unequaled Social Media Champion, the one and only "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels!

And it doesn't matter who you are, or where you're from, I'm going to be the one who goes on to face Drake Jager, so you three dumbasses better start picturing that!"

(As Michaels finishes his long rambling spiel, a waiter delivers the next round of drinks to the table )


Michaels: "Well enough about them, enjoy tonight, happy Valentine's Day, and cheers!"


(The group clink their glasses and partake in their concoctions.)


FADE TO BLACK.

(Cloud's Inner Thoughts)


When Aria won the Vixens Championship, I couldn't be happier. Despite my personal feelings at the, there was nobody at the time who deserved it more. I always cheering her own, even as begin to doubt my abilities. When Luzmala haunted my dreams, she and Cai navigated me back to the light. When Haruna wouldn't stay out of my business, they had my back. When Eclipse first reached out for my soul, they fought by my side. That's why I was so hurt when things went from bad to worse. How can the ones who love you just turn their backs on you? Maybe it was me. Maybe my dead weight was more than they could bare. 'Only winners' right? Well, look at me now 'Ria. There are no monsters, pitiful Joshis, or false prophets. Just me trying to get mine. My mind feels tired, but my heart's wide awake. I used to cry myself to sleep missing my best friend. Now I sleep soundly, confident in my ability. I was never jealous of 'Ria or Cai. I just wanted them to see me as an equal. Now, I'll settle for surpassing them. These hoes think I'm new to big matches? Pfft, they have another thing coming. Screw being the friendly Sky Princess tweaked for Western audiences. I'm going in that ring as a former champ with the spirit of Suzaku, the eye of Byakko, the body of Genbu, and the heart of Shinryu. The gates of my ability are open for the world to see. I am Stephanie "Cloud" Matsuda, the rightful heir to the Queen of Puroresu and I'll be damned if the Sakura to my Ryu think she's going to walk over me Thursday night. Better get some more pocket change heifer, because you're gonna be pressing that start button all night.


I wanted to spend time doing burpees, but Mao wanted to take a walk. She mentioned something about taking in the local scenery. Knowing her, she had something up her sleeve. Whatever that may be, I didn’t want to concern myself with such matters. I had a match to win and a weave to snatch. Aria shows no sign of standing down - something to be expected. The more she spoke, the more she confident she became. The more confident she got, the more likely she’s capable of underestimating me. In due time that will be her ultimate undoing. She’s so close to that belt; she can taste it. The only problem is so can I. The universe doesn’t revolve around Aria Jaxon, and she’s about to see why.



(The scene opens with Mao and Cloud on a casual walk through Warsaw. Mao looks at the camera in mock surprise, as if she didn’t notice. Cloud has on her signature ‘C9’ Beats headphones, lost in her thoughts.)

I have to give it to you Aria-san. You’re quite the piece of work - a bright ball of sunlight, brimming with prismatic brilliance and hope. Even with the things you’ve addressed, you still fail to understand the grand scheme of things. No wonder Cai and Steph think you're short-sighted - in fact, that’s your biggest downfall. All kidding aside, you are one of the most talented women in EAW - perhaps in the entire world. My client is no idiot: she knows you surpassed her. You even surpassed the current Women’s Champion, only to find yourself several feet below a bulletproof ceiling. This is the best you’re going to get Ms. Jaxon. I have an eye for these things. I left Carlos because I knew what he no longer had much in the tank. I bypassed many a ‘vixen’ because of their varying temperaments. I’ll admit: it took a long time for Matsuda to grow on me. When Carlos trained her, I flat out protested. Everything you’ve said about your former ally I’ve thought at one time or another. In fact, there may be some lingering doubts - but such is human nature, no? It’s my job to trust in Matsuda, and it’s her job to make sure I don’t regret my decision. In the match with Carlos, I saw a woman who refused to stand down. For the first time in a long time, I was worried for him. One could say Aren snuffed out his flame, and I would agree with them. The difference between my current and former clients is that Stephanie will always get back up to fight another day. She has more heart than you could ever dream of, Ms. Jaxon. Take away the glitz, the glamor, the accolades, and what do you have? Just another ragamuffin who thinks she’s more than who is is. What you fail to realize Ms. Jaxon is that Cloud is not entering the ring to face you - you’re coming to meet her. I never seen her so focused in my life. To her, this is the most important fight - facing off against someone who meant so much to her. You have no idea the amount of love this girl had for you. 

(Looks at Cloud who seems oblivious with her headphones on.)

If you ask me, that love is still there somewhere. This isn’t about letting off hate - destroying the Sirens was enough to fulfill her thirst for vengeance. This goes much deeper than payback; it’s more personal than a broken friendship. Cloud loves you so much Aria she would rather die than seem like anything less than you. Even beyond the anger, that’s respect in it’s purest form. This is no mind game sweets - this is your reality. This is Stephanie’s Reality. If she can’t get pass you - no, there’s no if. She has no choice but to beat you. My client and I will advance to the promise land, burnt bridges and all. We sacrificed a lot to get where we are, and we’ll continue onwards. I made a promise to turn Matsuda into an elite fighting machine - one who will hold the Women’s World Championship and define an era. You and that red-headed stepchild bring out the savage in my client. You both bring out the Amazon, the War Queen in her fullest potential. I see her eyes when she trains when we review your matches. Her mind had processed every outcome - even those where she doesn’t walk away from No. 1 contender. She does this to remind herself that defeat is always around the corner, so she must keep moving and never stop for anything or anyone. She’s done enough of that in her previous life! My client doesn’t expect you to be grateful for her sacrifices; those were her choices. What she expects now is for you to step aside as she moves towards her final objective. Of course, you won’t do so willingly, so we will take great pleasure in forcing you to do so. The Tao Te Ching says “he who knows others is wise. He who knows himself is enlightened”. Do you speak of my client inviting her ex back into her life? A brief stint to understand the past, and why things are the way they are. What she found goes deeper than you could understand. Instead like the rest of the world, you assume it’s for sex - because that’s what sells right? A sexy story for the EAW universe to sink their teeth into featuring one of our vixens from whatever the name of that show is.

Ugh, no wonder I refused to manage you bimbos for so long.

Matsuda-san is wise enough to know that the universe was never black and white. She has committed herself to following her philosophy in her quest for true strength and purpose. The Coven is just one stop of many in our long journey as a cohesive unit. You in all of your short-sighted glory knows nothing of what it means to have vision. You took the first ticket to the top and thought this is it. (Giggles) You know nothing of true power and how to wield it. That’s one thing I can agree with the OGs about. You try so hard to see my client as a failure while dismissing what she’s capable of. It makes you sweat to think about what may happen to you in the lair of the War Queen! I can sense trepidation in your voice Jaxon-chan. My client isn’t like your previous foes - she’s a whole different breed of wrestler. A Joshi prodigy who adapts at a moment’s notice. (sighs) You’re so eager to go to war with no battle plan and think somehow with a little bit of lucky and that natural charisma of yours, you’ll get over somehow. No sweets, that’s not how the universe works. You can spend all day yapping about how someone sucks, and it won’t change anything. Matsuda’s specialty is TLC, and this match is one-third of that. She can hurt you with a ladder in ways that would make you reconsider your career choices.

These alternative facts you’re throwing out there is going to catch up with you Ms. Jaxon. All the denial in the world can’t save you from my client’s wrath. You may not see it, but she’s both the calm and the storm. It’s so adorable when you say you’re the immovable object to my client’s irresistible force? We shall see Jaxon-san. I wonder if you have a game plan for my client. I wonder if you know what you’re in for. Maybe you don’t think Stephanie is capable of hurting you. She nearly broke her ex-lover's body on the ramp and was only stopped because her sister Alexis willed it. Imagine what she’s going to do to you. Just...think about it for a moment. Then again, when I sit back and listen to the tone in your voice, watch the way your brows furrow, it leads me to believe that maybe, just maybe you know how dangerous she is. You couldn’t be that dense ‘Ria, not even for a bimbo for like you! Remember when the “Sky Princess” Cloud Matsuda was scared of her demons? The War Queen won’t have that issue. She doesn’t need to think of ways to intimidate you - nor should she have to. She’s a competitor, one of the few actual ones left on the Empire roster. My client is the living, breathing, INCARNATION of ‘eat, sleep, challenge, repeat.' In fact, she’s beyond a challenger at this point. Her mantra of the past few weeks- no months is as follows:

Eat, sleep, DOMINATE, repeat!
Eat, sleep, DESTROY, repeat!
Eat, sleep, EVISCERATE, repeat!

(Mao leans closer to the camera)

Eat. Sleep. Annihilate. Repeat.

Aria-san.  We - as in my client an I - we are not spouting nonsense just to rile you up. This is not some Twitter war for the sole purpose to annoy the current champion. These are the final moments of Aria’s career as a ‘vixen.' The name has changed, but you still carry that toxic mindset. It seeps through your body like a poison, eating away at your nervous system. Ironic, considering that was once my alias - in fact, I know how hard it must be for you to accept that Empire doesn’t serve the likes of you anymore. You saw how HBG has packed her things and left. You see how confused Haruna is all the time; you see how COMPLACENT Kendra and Cameron has become. They don’t know what to do with themselves once the patriarchy has deemed you a ‘woman.' Think about that for a second Ms. Jaxon. Just sit back and take that all in. You allow yourself to be a woman because the men at the top have told you so? They came down from their mountain, delivered a message to Cleo - another ‘vixen’ destroyed by my client - so she can say to you all and the rest of the world that you are finally...women!? Eh!?  Anata wa subete bakadesu! No wonder your male counterparts still look down upon you, no wonder She-who-shall-not-be-named aka [REDACTED] aka they-will-sue-me-if-I-say-her-name has left the building! It’s bull; it’s all bull and you such a bimbo that you can’t see it! You can’t see it! What is WRONG with you!

(Mao’s face turns bright red as she balls up her fists. Cloud calmly takes off her headphones and touches her hand. Mao calms down and composes herself.)

Steph’s right. I shouldn’t waste my energy on the likes of you. The only reason why I’m talking this much is to convey my clients’ thoughts to the world. She no longer interacts with the EAW universe. She only speaks with her fists, in the middle of that ring. That’s what she’s paid to do, and she’ll do as such. Her mission from Eclipse is to spread terror and destruction across the landscape of Empire. She continues to do as such. Her primary mission is to win at all costs, to secure the title for The Coven and reign as the War Queen. These petty squabbles are beneath her - beneath me in fact. But, she pays me a cool salary, and I always deliver my promises so here we are. 

(Cloud taps on Mao’s shoulder and points at an Empire billboard, laughing)

Oh yeah, that. My client has decided when and I mean WHEN she wins the Women’s World Championship, she shall remove herself from all merchandising and advertising. If the masses want to see a real champion, they’ll have to tune in or come to the arena. As I’ve said Ms. Jaxon, your career as a ‘vixen’ is about to come to a close. My client will initiate you, and through blood and bone, you shall be christened a real female wrestler. She will teach you pain and what it means to suffer! This is a gift - a rare gift she gives to those she deems worthy. Your talent has made you worthy, but your attitude is what made you a target.

In the words of my client, Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda: Time to fly.

(Mao and Cloud walk away from the camera.)

Votalge promo #3


Sunday, Stockholm, Sweden, 5:43 A.M.


(The scene opens with a shot of the Ericsson Globe arena far off in the distance. The few beams of sunlight breaking past the sphere shaped arena contrast greatly from the dark clouds that hangover the sky. The camera pulls back to reveal a man standing face to face with the camera. His sinister features and bloodshot eyes make are unmistakeable. This is the man the world knows as Solomon Caine.)


Caine: "The call of the Morning has arrived. The time of choice has long since past. Tommy Meyer, your silence has insured you demise. Pity, such potential wasted. Such gifts squandered. For due to you turning a blind eye, and a deaf ear, to the call of the ones who have sent me, you must be made an example of. You must broken, that all who are called would give an answer, and bow down before my masters to be charged with the duty that should be laid before them.

You had a chance Tommy Meyer, you had a chance. YOU HAD A CHANCE!!! Nnnnnoooooowwwwwwwww..(caine inhales deeply) all you can do is continue to stand in silence, before the wrath that they are sending against you brings you to your knees with cries of agony! The seal upon your lips shall be broken as you scream for their mercy. That is fate you have casted yourself, and your offspring for generations to. What great tragedy you have brought onto yourself.


Tommy Meyer, reflect upon this week, for it shall be the one that shall never leave your memory. No matter how far you run, no matter wherever you would go, you shall never escape what shall be done to you tonight. The image of All that shall transpire shall be burned into your mind for all of eternity until the end of ages!

Come forth on this night Tommy Meyer, for sooner than you realize the chosen hour of your sacrifice shall ensnare you. And the just punishment that shall come crashing down upon your neck like a guillotine.

When it does, remember that you have brought this upon yourself. You are the one who has poorer The full portion of the cup of bitter drink that shall be forced down your throat. You are the one who has tied his own noose. YOU ARE THE ONE WHO HAS CONDEMNED HIMSELF AND HIS HOUSEHOLD TO BE EATEN ALIVE BY THE GREAT FIRE!!!"


(A slight look of pain paints Caine's face.)


Caine: "You fool, you wicked wicked fool. Damnation. never ending, full of unspeakable horror, that is what now awaits you, when you had the opportunity to spare yourself from that fate of terrors. That unending nightmare that was reserved for the Heathens that have infested and infected the minds of others, so that the stain they have made would be wiped away once and forever. That fate is now your own. Like the grand towers, and the great statues, you shall crumbled from the heat of the fire. Like the many wonders, and astounding feats, no trace shall be left of you. And like the masses of the weak, the sick, the proud, the vain, you shall be consumed until you are nothing more than charred, smoldering, ashes that shall be blown away with the wind. This is the fate your cowardice has earned you Tommy Meyer. This is the ultimate destiny that has been etched in stone by your own doing. I shall suffer in sorrow now, here in these, your last hours. But I shall be more than joyous when I am to sacrifice you upon the altar of my master, for their honor.

Let this be a lesson learned well by the masses. Let those who have eyes see, let those who have ears hear. No one who is called by the ones who have sent me, may deny them. And all who would dare to commit such an atrocity, shall share in the same fate that Tommy Meyer shall tonight.

These are the words of my masters. All these things that they have whispered in my ears, with voices sweet as honey, they shall be made so."


(With that Caine turns away from the camera, and begins to walk toward the arena, before the shot fades to black.)


The End

 
This isn’t me against the world. It was never set out to be me against the world. This is me against Aria Jaxon. I can make metaphors or go over fun talking points, but they go so far above you that you reach out and grasp them and start twisting them into something else. I don’t care that the fans absolutely adore everything you do or say. I don’t care that the majority of the people in this company can’t keep their hands off of their dicks when they think about you. I only find it ironic that I was probably barely considered as a Vixen of the Year candidate when I know full and well that I’m about to beat you to defend the Women’s World Championship. It makes no difference to me what people think about my motivations. No one out there cares about my dreams or my aspirations. I’m the only one that does. I treasure that for myself. I listen to people I still thought were friends tell me my 15 minutes of fame are up. Not you, but the point remains. In fact, you might be the only person in this company that believes I have an ounce of talent. It again makes no difference. Because I know what I’m capable of and I know what’s going to happen when we meet this weekend. I will never be one to sell myself or anyone else short. That’s part of what’s made me so god damn good. And you know that. One only needs to take a look back at Empress of Elite and see how I treated every single opponent, regardless of their status or time in this company, with the exact same laser fucking focus. And if anyone thinks that was anything special, look how that again came about and was turned up to another level when I fought Sheridan last month. Now I promise you that you’re about to feel this intensity cranked all the way up to fucking 11. There’s no chance in hell I’m walking into King of Elite with this title and walking out empty handed. These are the kind of moments I was made for. When it comes down to one-on-one matches with everything on the line, I’m the one that was bred to come out on top of these moments. And when I pin your shoulders to the mat at King of Elite, that is proven once again. I’ll stand with my title and that crowd will shower me with boos, but I don’t care. This match doesn’t have some extra significance because it’s a chance to beat you. It should be us. It has to be us. We are the best women in this company. We might not be the past, but we are the present and we will be the future and there’s nothing and no one that can change that. That’s why I know in my heart this isn’t the last time. This is the first time we fight over this title. We’re about to embark in a rivalry story that will be told well after we’re done. Just like the ones we hear about involving those that call them selves OGs, this is when we officially take over. But the first moment will be marked by my win, not by me losing everything.
 
You don’t think being a champion meant everything to me? You don’t think I’m well aware of how badly it would feel to lose it so quickly? Do you forget I stood by your side backstage after Pain for Pride? Imagine the emotions I went through after that event. I watched one of my friends happy and proud with yet another PFP moment under her belt as she stood there holding the title that I gave a name to. I lost a grueling fucking battle of 10 people to her. It came down to us. I had her beat. I lost. I fucked up. And then I watched you walk backstage feeling exactly how I did after I lost at Grand Rampage. It was a flashback. It was a reason to turn things around. I’ll admit I was in a rut from the end of April through that time in July. But I wasn’t willing to just fucking take it and swallow. I made the change myself. How many times have you watched them stack the odds against me, paint me as the underdog and only for me to come out on top? How many times have you watched them say I’m the clear favorite in a match and seen me prove that through utter dominance? Nothing changes with me at King of Elite. I’m still going to be the person that fights in this same way. I grew hungrier that you understand after Pain for Pride. It’s been a hunger that’s gone on and on for months. And even now, as a champion, it remains insatiable. I just can’t find what it takes to satisfy it. There are so many people in this company that would be satisfied with the participation ribbon they’d receive from being in this match. They would see it as a clear observation by someone from the top of the company that they’re doing well enough to deserve something. They would see it as a small confirmation in their status in this company. That will never be good enough for me or you. That’s why everyone knows this match will be so damn good. Someone said it best online earlier this week. Aria vs. Cailin: We all win. Yes, everyone who views us fighting in Denmark probably does take home some sort of lasting memory. Both of us will take a lasting memory, too. The winner will never forget this because of what it will take in order to win. I guarantee the loser will never forget because of how close they came to winning. Really, the title is more of a secondary prize to whoever manages to come out on top of this war. Much like your loss at Pain for Pride and your short time with the Vixen’s title sticks in your craw, this one will stick in left, right, up, down and sideways. This will be one that bothers you for a long time. That’s right baby girl, I said bother. And no one is ever bothered by a win, so I think you know where you fall in this match. Someday we’ll probably share bottles of wine and have a laugh over all of this. But this week we’re going to scratch and claw, punch and slap and spill our blood and tears over a simple piece of gold. But in the end, it’s still going to be my gold, even if it’s covered in your crimson.
 
I’m a little shocked you would bring your buildup to Triple Threat into this and what Eris said. You’re paraphrasing a delusional, bipolar sociopath. She was put on this planet to say crazy stuff and then smile as you wrapped your head around and tried to figure it out. Poor girl is off somewhere now dealing with that deep brand that Claudia put in her. But I hope she’s getting the help that she needs. I promise you some lame boyfriend jokes you’ve received will probably never compare to the very personal jokes that are made towards me on account of my sexuality. I’m not trying to place one over the other in importance, I’m really not. I’m just saying there’s probably a great deal more sting when they’re making dyke jokes. But they’ve never really crawled under my skin of affected me all that much. I’ve always powered through everything with a simple roll of the eyes or a good-hearted laugh. Even as the Heart Break Gal’s repeated approach was to play schoolyard bully, I was just above all that nonsense. All these people have always told me I don’t belong here or that this chance is my last chance, but in most case they couldn’t be further from the truth. Look at Cameron telling me before Empress of Elite that if I didn’t win the crown my career would be over. I knew I was winning that tournament before she said that, but how ridiculous does that sound? I’m fighting HBG over my Specialist’s title and she says after she beats me I’ll fade away and never be heard from again. I mean somewhere even Kora Kosgrove is reading this garbage and texting a whole promo out, “like LOL, OMG!” You’re hardly the only person that’s ever dealt with this bullshit. We both fought through so much to make it here. I just happened to be the last person to get an opportunity at the top prize. And I had to absolutely earn it in every single way. There were no chances handed to me. I know there were no chances “handed” to you either, but take a look at what I had to do just to get a match for the top title in our division. Not saying one of us is the chosen one over the other, but if I lose it would probably take me another fucking year to get a shot back at you. Hell, I won’t be shocked if you lose and we’re fighting over this title two months from now. That’s just the reality of the way things seem to go for me in this company. That has nothing to do with my motivations for this match, though. Fuck the past or the future, this is the present. I’m the champion right now. My time is right now. I’m not planning ahead for what I’m doing after this weekend. I’m defending this title like it’s my whole life and legacy, because it damn near is. If I don’t leave every single part of me in that ring in order to come out still holding on to that title, I’d be disappointed in myself. This is what I remade myself for. This is why I spent so much time in the gym working on my craft and recreating and improving the product I bring to that ring night in and night out. I’m not about to become the champion and let it slip because someone else has dreams and aspirations, too. If I don’t win this weekend, it better be because I wake up in a Denmark hospital coming out of a coma.
 
There was a time we weren’t given the chance to do anything. They put a door in front of us and placed a sign on it. Only a handful of women were allowed to enter it. There was a time when we were passed over for people who didn’t even deserve a shot. Random women thrown into title opportunities while seemingly doing nothing to find their way into that match. We weren’t content. We kicked the fucking door down and we took what we wanted. We did things along the way that were loved and hated, cheered and booed. We had success and failures. We made mistakes. We made up for them with triumphs. But nothing has changed is from who we are. Not really. Some want to believe I’m different now because they boo me. You see that I’m still the same determined person I’ve always been. You may think I elevated this title just by winning it the way I did, but who remembers Haruna Sakazaki for winning the Specialist’s title the way she did, really? I’m an architect. A mutual friend of ours might see herself as the leader of the “new age” of women that came into this company, but I’ve always been one that’s designing and building things from the ground up. I’m not stopping with the foundation though, Aria. I’m going to build this whole house. I’m going to meticulously design and build every single thing about it both inside and out and make sure that it has my grand stamp of approval on it before it ever goes out on the market and falls into someone else’s hand. This real estate ain’t for sell yet, darling. This title is just beginning to build its luster and prestige, and I WILL be the one that raises this title exactly where it needs to be. I know how into writing that chapter you are, but you might as well take all of those papers you’ve started to write and just toss them into the fire. My desire to win this match is going to overwhelm anything you have planned for this weekend. Our match will go down as one of the biggest women’s matches in this company’s history, no matter the outcome. But it will also be remembered for my victory. We will light Denmark on fire with our performance, Aria. There’s absolutely no doubt about that. And I will show the world once again why I make such a damn great champion.