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(Inside a bar people are celebrating a Saturday with some loud music and drinks of many kinds. Boys and girls, men and women are there in numbers. Among them, two guys are discussing about EAW. They discuss about House of Glass, Dynasty and other things before their turn their attention on Voltage)

Guy #1: Jon McAdams is totally going to win. He even won the rising star award for last week. I am sure that he would beat Fourneir with ease

Guy #2: You know the match I am looking forward to? Aren Mstislav vs. Y2Impact, the no holds barred match for the EAW Championship


(While they were discussing this, another guy comes in excitedly with his phone in his hands and sprints to the other two guys)

Guy #3: Hey guys check this out, Mike Showman has posted a video in this website. Apparently he is on air heading towards Nevada and the video is posted is a reply to Black Sven regarding their match this week


(The guys focus on the phone as the video buffers to a start)

Well that was quick. I mean, I knew that people who fell in the category of Sven had no lives but quite frankly, even for those kind of people Sven pretty much ranks in the first tier. Sven, what happened? Got nothing to do? No women to fuck? No friends to have a drink with? I mean, I would totally understand if you don’t have them because for either, you need to have money. Because women get attracted to you when you flash your dollars and the same for people who immediately claim to be your best friends for life once they get the smell of money. Or am I getting to your head? Am I exposing what you really are in front of everyone? Is that why you are trying desperately with your words to prove that whatever I am saying is not true and you are more? I mean, why else would you be so obsessed with how I got my wealth? Because wealth is wealth no matter how you acquire it. Yes, I got my wealth with my father which goes on to show that my father is a wealthy man who wants his son to live like him. What has your father done for you other than giving you a bad childhood? Other than getting drunk and beating your mother and forcing you to leave your house and spend your days on the street? Yes, I am rich and no matter what you say will change this fact. Yes, there has been many rich men in this company but you err when you compare them to me. Because there are no men like me. I am a man of purpose. I came here with a purpose unlike those other so called ‘rich men’ you knew who came here only to flaunt their wealth and when they were done flaunting, they just disappeared. Even then, I would not expect you to find out the difference because you have an underdeveloped mind which is apparent from the fact that you ramble on the exact same things day after day after day as if that makes a point. No it doesn’t you idiot because it makes you look like a total immature big boy. An immature boy who is absolutely clueless when it comes to handling big people like me and to be honest, I do not blame you for that part because you have lived with sub-standard and mediocre people throughout your life and so men like me can be a bit of trouble for you especially when I expose who you really are and thus forcing you to defend yourselves by using thousands of words and more.

You know Sven, I do acknowledge the fact that there are men who are richer than me. Yes, it’s hard to believe but there are. Men more dominant than me? Perhaps. But considering the fact that your judgement is as good as a little kids on who is the better superhero of all time, I will not heed any attention to what you say. All that I can say with absolute confidence is the fact that you do not fall among those ‘dominant ‘men. Because if you would have then you would have let your actions do your talking rather than trying so hard with your words. With one of your words being ‘characters like my type’. Trust me my good man, I am no character. I am what I am and because I am so good at what I do, I don’t need to be someone else. I mean, I have money, I have girls, I have talents and so I already have what a man needs. I bet those ‘characters’ you think I am would want a character like me. Hell, you would want to be like me wouldn’t you? You would like to be wealthy like me, a man who gets whatever he desires in this world, is showered in money and doing nothing in your life. Deep down you want all that and this gives me another reason as to why you are after me so much. Dude listen, you can’t be like me but at least you can work under me. I mean that would make you close to me and increase your standard of living. You need only go and watch my bonus episode and apply to one of the jobs that I find suited to a man of your talents. Apply to one of these and I will personally forward a recommending letter to my father which will give you an edge over the thousands of others who apply daily. After that though, you kind of have to prove you work because we don’t select mediocre workforce but hey, I have every faith in you that you would pass.

Hard as it may be for you to believe but I do get tired of speaking. As I said before, speaking consumes a lot of energy and there would be spent doing productive work elsewhere, like having a wonderful sex with a hot girl. Ever been with a hot girl Sven? Unless they are satisfied more than they expect you too then you are kind of screwed. That requires energy and Sven, talking eats up energy. Plus, this is wasteful talking. I made all my points clear in the third episode of my show and by the end of the bonus episode, I even gave you an alternative career. What more do you want from me? Big words? Like “I am going to destroy you and make an example out of you” or “I am going to “I will spit in his face! As I will spit on his money!” I am not that kind of guy. I don’t speak, I do it. Last week, I did what I said I would to Carson Ramsay and he was good enough not to comment on my words like you because he realized that whatever I was talking was the truth. Either that or he was so dumbfounded by me that his tongue just refused to oblige to his words for speaking. Well either way works for me. You should learn something from that man because he might be mediocre too but a he ranks above you when it comes to the list of people beneath me. He did not stand a chance before me and neither do you. Perhaps after you are defeated, your mother can come up to you and say how much proud she is of you because you lost to Mike Showman, the man who is so dreamy and so talented. Because you need constant validation of pride from your mother. I do not need any such validation because I know that never have I done anything that has not made my family proud. Everything I do, everything I have done has and will make them proud. Oh but when I beat you, there will no pride about that because beating the likes of you is something that is expected of me. It is a normal thing and so, no pride.

You know, Voltage is not far from tonight. Perhaps you should concentrate more on what you will be doing once you get inside that ring rather that debating on who feels proud and how have I acquired my riches. Because I am ready for you. I am ready for whatever you will throw at me. Can I say the same about you? Has it ever occurred to you when you were speaking all your words that you need to prepare for the match? You know what, fuck it. Fuck you and your words because by the time Voltage is over, you might be there queuing you with thousands others for my job offers because by the time the night is over, you will lie there in the middle of the ring beaten by me. Cheers

(The video ends as the guys look at each other before discussing again)

Guy #2: This guy should win totally

Guy #1: Not necessarily, Sven is way more experienced than he is, he could totally kick Showman’s butt

Guy #3: Yeah you thought the same about Carson Ramsay and still Showman beat him



(The guys discuss more of EAW as the night goes on)

(The scene opens up to Cloud leaning against a wall, wearing her Brooklyn College gray hoodie. She carries a relaxed stance, with her hands in her pockets. Her eyes are dark and baggy, as if she hasn’t slept well in days.)

First off, let me say this: Don’t bring Harambe in this. That gorilla - God rest his soul - didn’t do a damn thing to you! But leave it to Haru-chan to make fun of the defenseless! How do you expect to be the face of the Vixens Division when you attack the very public you’ll serve once you’re champ? (Haruna voice) “Oh but idiot Cloud how do you expect to be champ if you disrespect the fans!?” Because I, Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda represent the strong. I represent the survivors of the world, the ones who are willing to do whatever it takes, even if they have to betray everyone they love to achieve their means! You know that loner shit you was spittin earlier this year? Well, that advice seems to be doing wonders for me. I’m churning out wins like you churn out hypocrisy. I mean, didn’t you claim all spring and summer how you was done with the Vixens!? But yet once Cleo gives an offer, here you come - the Joshi equivalent to a coon - shucking and jiving your way to the front of the bus! Go ahead, tap dance for the audience and sing about the supposed Legend of Haruna Sakazaki, a so-called bottom feeder who struggled her way to the top! Struggled!? Bottom feeder!? Bitch, your family is so wealthy you never even seen the floor! What the hell do you know about the struggle!? (sucks teeth) Stop selling your snake oil to the EAW universe, pack your things, and move on to the next town! Bottom feeder...shiiieet! Guess what? My middle class ass doesn’t know either! My parents funded my college experience in NYC as I went to school with single mothers, orphans, and children of low income families who had to make or break their way into society! They showed me what it means to fight...what The Fight is all about! I may think the EAW fans are complete retards for supporting the likes of you, The Sirens, and the OGs, but one thing I never do is lie to them. They pay their hard earned money to see us every week and on Thursday they’re going to see a bitch make someone HER BITCH. Like I’ve mentioned Haruna, you was made in my image. Nobody brings the fire out of you like me! So you beat Aria up...but you still lost. You was still pinned. You want so bad to reach the top, but Haru-chan you’re too much of a damn baka to see the ocean of success for it really is! It’s full of sharks, all who’s willing to bite the ever living shit of of you! These skanks will swallow you whole! Nobody cares about your J-drama bullshit anymore! I learned that the hard way! ‘Ria and Cai would go on for days about how they didn’t want to be a team, but months later here they are with Tarah! And once they got with the Girl of The Gawd, Then came the opportunities! They’re just as hypocritical as you Haru and yet I was so desperate to be friends with all of you. Here I am, the fool of the Vix Div, on the outside of this little drama. 

(Walks towards the camera)

Cleo is going to regret putting you in my path. Know and understand that I’m going to fucking break you! One thing Claudia and I agree on is that you’re not ready for this. What I did to Tarah will seem like Sesame Street compared to the shit that will happen to you! If I have to play to be the Midboss to HBG’s Dr. Wily, then so be it. As long as I get to put your blue bomber ass down for good. You won’t have to reach the end to find that the title is in another castle, because you will never get anywhere near it. So your ho ass can keep bottom feeding, those six yentas can keep mooing at each other like a pasture of cows, and Azumi can keep doing whatever weird things she’s doing to Erica. Either way, all of your journeys end with me sitting on a throne of your broken skulls.

(sighs and looks at her phone)

Know. Understand. Realize.

(walks off)  



Uncle Eric’s place was busy as usual, filled with indy rookies either staying the night before their shows, or picking up their starting gear. Uncle Eric wasn’t my blood kin, just an older man who watched after the greenhorns in the NYC indy wrestling scene. After contacting the War Party, I called him to see if his people could find Serenity. He asked me to stop by so we can chat about a few things. I already had a feeling what he wanted to discuss. He invited me into his Washington Heights apartment, and led me to the back as we walked over a couple of bodies snoring comfortably in their sleeping bags. 

“So Cloudy,” he began as we entered his room. “Besides the obvious, how have you been girl?”

“Well besides the obvious...I’m doing alright” I replied while looking at pictures of Eric with various wrestling legends. Some were EAW HOF’ers.

“Could have fooled me. You look like you haven’t seen a bed in days.”

“I know, Between Serenity and this match with Haruna Sakazaki my time’s been quite divided.”

Uncle Eric crossed his arms. “Well you don’t have to worry about one of those things. One of my Bronx cats saw her coming out of this old gym to the corner store. She walked back in, like she’s been staying there.”

“Does Angie know?”

“She does. She was going to leave work but I told her to stay on while my people keep eyes on the spot. It looks like some Spanish mami owns the place. You may know her.”

My eyes narrowed. “Who is it?”
Eric laughed. “All things considered I want to see a natural reaction, so I’m coming with you. That, and when Angie gets there...we’re all going to have a nice chat. Nelson will be there too. But I want you to get there first. You and Serenity have a lot to discuss…”

“With the rest of you judging me for my recent actions?” I asked, annoyed.

“Nobody’s judging you Cloud. Well, I’m not at least.”

I sighed. “Whatever, let’s go.”

Eric grabbed his coat and we headed out of the door. Somebody I might know huh? This was going to be interesting.

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Showdown Promo #3

Spaghetti Western: The Soup, The Salad, and the Breadsticks

"You're such a self-contradicting hypocrite Jones."

The camera opens on a beautiful desert sunset on the horizon as the silhouette of a pizza delivery car comes into view.  It's 'Bo & Tye's Pizzeria' top light turns on, cuing the whistling whispers of Ennio Morricone's "The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly theme".  A shadowy figure carrying a pizza box in one hand appears against the pink and orange backdrop.

"You love an advantage, but only if it's in your favor.  You love taking credit for putting HBB in a retirement home, but only when it suits your argument.  We both know it's not true anyway.  You're right.  The powers that be have played a hand and our solitude here on Showdown.  The difference is that I don't need the leg up.  If anything, having someone on my side continues to serve as a distraction.  Then again, I wouldn't be in this match if it weren't for Brian's unfortunate fate.  I don't need the Answer's Championship. I do however lust over the opportunity to get my hands on you once more.  I wonder what your excuse will be this time when I beat you fair and square.  You've certainly talked yourself in a hole, trying to butter me up before the beating by claiming we're on the same level and the only worthwhile talents on Showdown.  I don't think that's true.  You and I are on two different channels entirely.  I'm ESPN, which is the mainstream sports, and you're little league tee ball way over on ESPN 7.  Just a childish whiner crying over the dirt in your eye after going in for the illegal slide.  You really resent me wrapping you on the knuckles, don't you?  Not enough to change as a human being, but enough to keep trying your damnedest to get under my skin.  You're fighting a battle you can't win Tiberius. Not like this anyway, not alone, not when it's just you and me in that squared circle with nothing to hold me down or back from getting at your throat."

A house appears in front of PB's shadow as the whippoorwill and rattle of Morricone's masterpiece slows as Pizza Boy grows closer to his destination.

"That's what you're really afraid of isn't it?; an even playing field with no distractions or blackmail.  Tony isn't here to threaten bodily harm, and Drake's got his own problems elsewhere.  I know you keep in touch on weekends, skyping, trying to do the whole 'long distance' thing, but you both know it'll never last that way.  As long as the two of you are apart, the magic is gone.  You can dress it up how you'd like.  Call it being a soldier of fortune, call it being a mercenary for hire, but all I see is a man whose ran out of excuses and human shields to hide behind.  There's nothing cool or noble about it.  It amounts to prostitution in the long run.  You come to the aid of the highest bidder, you fulfill a service for a price, and then you leave without any hard feelings.  You're a whore Jones.  Plain and simple.  Whether it's J-Dynasty, HexaGun, Crash, Omerta, or Judas tricking you out, it still boils down to you playing chambermaid to a bunch of guys who inevitably screw you over and leave in the end.  Maybe that's why we're really having this match.  Maybe Big Daddy Vendetta dropped a few bills for you to fuck me out of this Answer's Championship shot.  It certainly fits your M.O. You do tend to get around town you saucy lecher you.  Well I'm not interested in any two-bit whore's attention.  As a matter of fact, you may as well consider this a sting operation because I'm taking you out of commission come Showdown, and then I'm off to get some justice for Brian against Vendetta."

A light inside the shadowy house flips on in the window as PB reaches the door.  It swings open, PB hands off the pizza, gets his cash, and heads back toward the car as the afternoon sky begins to turn purple and faint celestial bodies begin to freckle the skyline.

"And you can mock my EAW National Championship all you want.  I have gold around my waist and it's going to be joined by it's brother very soon.  What do you have to show for all of your misdeeds? all of your shortcuts? all of your master plans and Godly intelligent design? I don't see tag titles.  I don't see singles gold.  At this point you don't even have Drake's arms to wrap around you like a security blanket."

PB reaches his car just as the sky turns to night and the moon and stars start to come out in full force.  He opens the door and hops into the cab.  The top light turns off as the headlights turn on.  The red brake lights illuminate as the delivery car starts to back out.

"Putting this all together I've come to the conclusion that you not only fear me, but you also envy me.  You envy my success.  You envy the company I've kept.  You envy my work ethic and how far it's gotten me and you're afraid that you wont be able to overcome it all by your lonesome.  Is Tiberius Jones enough? Is he skilled enough? strong enough? passionate enough to get the job done on his own? I don't think so.  You hav no desire.  You have no true loyalty or love inside of you.  You have no confidence in your own abilities, and without those key ingredients you lack passion.  Nothing matters to a man who sees an award, an achievement, a testament to his abilities as nothing more than some gold to scrap.  All you own is fear and lust."

The car pulls off screen, illuminating the house with Pizza Boy's brights as he pulls out, only to leave it in darkness mere moments later.  As the car's presence fully disappears from the screen, the iconic movie track fades and the camera feed cuts to black.

"And that is why you are Donald Trump...ppfhahahahaha.  Cut, cut, cu-"

 







 

****Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap.****

Well done, Tarah. I was expecting the arrogant nonsense that you would put out to say to me almost to the letter. Well done. I’m glad that you didn’t let me down.

Over the last two years, I’ve seen a lot of people come and go in EAW. There have been decent friends, retired legends like our new General Manager Cleopatra. I’ve wrestled the person I modeled my wrestling career after, my best friend, and probably the biggest rival I’ve ever had in Veena Adams. But there has never been a person that I have been waiting for the absolute longest to shut the fuck up is Tarah Nova. No matter when, no matter how hard I’ve tried to be respectful and friendly, the so called leader has done nothing but be a conceited little bitch.

I know that you have beaten me the last few times we have gotten in to the ring, but you act like beating me at the time that we have faced off was such an accomplishment. You say that you’ve been scouting and all that right? Have you been studying the tapes…like at all? I’ve always been a risk-taker. Hell, I had Azumi Goto as a tag partner when everyone thought she was Haruna’s little sister. Whoops…. broke the fourth wall again. ANYWAY, you should know by now that I’m kinda fucking nuts. I’ve done things in wrestling rings that should have left me dead, but like that old poet once said “…and STILL…I RISE.”

I’ll get back to some of this stuff that you’ve talked about me later but at the moment I want to address the title that you have put on yourself: The “LEADER” of the Vixens Division. Which frankly is dumb enough to be on par with Haruna’s saying of calling herself the “heart and soul” or whatever of the Vixens division since we all know little Haru-chan has zero heart whatsoever. That’s why Cailin took the fucking Specialists Title her in like two weeks and beat her in all the rematches they had. What exactly are you leading these days, Casper? Are you leading in bad skin complexion? Because lately, not to say that you’re falling off or anything but it seems like you’re slipping. Not that you weren’t just the specialists champion a while ago, but that’s mainly because until the tournament they frankly didn’t really give you much in the way of challengers that I recall. You’re not the Vixens Cup holder. You’re not the Young Lions Cup holder. You’re not the Empress. You’re not the General Manager. You’re not the Vixens World Champion and certainly not the Specialists Champion. Okay…. I’m not any of those things either, but I’m not the one calling myself a leader, am I?

I have compiled a list of things that you are the LEADER of in EAW but amazingly enough, Vixens isn’t one of them: 
 

Getting the Beef injection from DDD.

Pointless Twitter Posts, surpassing even myself for the lead in this.

Photographs taken while sticking your tongue out.

Losses to Kendra Shamez.

Piggybacking the Formation’s success to somehow translate to your leader narrative\

Vitamin D deficiency…. unless by Vitamin D you’re substituting the aforementioned Beef Injection from DDD as a new source.

Poorly timed tweets about Lucian Black’s ass.

Winning 9 vs 1 handicap matches. I still can’t believe everyone just stood there and watched you pin haruna but hey, that wasn’t my hill to die on at Pain for Pride….

Cute nicknames for her opponents.

Not doing so hot in EAW tournaments.

Dating Zack Genesis. Yeah, wasn’t that an actual thing for a while? You damn sure know how to pick em out, champion arm candy for a former champion!

Black clothing. You’re definitely the leader in this, no question. I wear black but you wear it seemingly EVERY FUCKING DAY.

 

That’s about it. See, Vixens didn’t make the list. Not to say that you’re a diminishing talent but as not a champion or any holder of anything other than some self-proclaimed bullshit that you thought would look cool as a T-shirt logo you have no right to call yourself that. Are you better than me? Probably. Have you had the better career? No question. No one is ever going to dispute your talent. But what I will dispute is you writing me off as if I have no wrestling skill whatsoever. This “dead piece of meat” on the side of the road doesn’t go away as easily as you would hope. I’ve taken more beatings than a crash test dummy and still I’m here. People have literally attempted to kill me in EAW but time after time after time I resurface. Maybe I look a little different. Maybe I walk talk and behave a little strange. Maybe I’m not on the posters like you. That’s cool. It’s also cool that you think I’m not worth your time. I’m used to that honestly. And it’s fine. Because I have a thing for proving people wrong. In fact, the only thing that I’m absolutely desperate about doing on Empire is proving you wrong. I am more than capable of competing with the likes of the Empress and the Leader. What makes it so different than all those other times you have faced me? Well…nothing in particular. Shit, it’s not like I have the magic pixie dust from peter pan sprinkled all over myself. It’s the same person, the same wrestling ability. There is one minor difference from those previous meetings to this one: back in the day I used to worry so damn much about people thought of me and how I wrestled I never took full time to just sit back and enjoy the moment.

I’m glad that you’re somewhat confident about your chances to beat me. I’m also glad that you have not even the simplest of respect enough to say my name in a face to face conversation. I just want you and Cailin to know that especially now that We all have our own show to entertain the world every week that I’m not going anywhere. I am that cockroach that scurries about in the ruins of a nuclear war in those movies on TV.

I’m not talking down to you, Tarah. I’m talking upwards towards that comfortable seat that you sit on upon Mount Olympus with your beau and the Formation Girls and Lucian Black and Aren Mistislav and all your friends sit on. Just know that I’m not afraid of lightning. I’m already dead, remember? I don’t mind poking the bear in this particular case. I want to see what you can offer me, what you can give me to raise myself. I want you at your angriest, meanest, nastiest because I need to see more of how nasty mean and angry I can get myself. The match with Madison sparked a new interest in me in causing my enemies some pain and suffering and even though you may not think much of it now, understand that I view you as an enemy for all time. I respect your partner far more than you despite your more significant contributions. Not because I think that she’s a better wrestler but because I overwhelmingly believe that she is a much, much better person.

So there you have it. Tarah, you may not think I’m ready for you, but I’m seriously wondering if you are ready for me. All the little insults, all the little jabs, all the disrespect is coming home to roost on you, girlfriend. And this little ticking time bomb that you planted with your hate is going to explode right in your face…and there isn’t a damn thing that you, your boyfriend, your friends, your tag team partner, God, or Azumi Goto or Donald Trump can do about it.

Tick tock…Tick tock bitch……


OH….AND GROWING BALLS?! DID YOU JUST CALL ME A TRANS!?......Nothing wrong with that if that is how someone is intending to live their life but……. yeah. not quite my thing.

 
To call yourself the “nerdy, seemingly overmatches rag-tag squad of misfits,” is a bit of a stretch on your end, Erica. Yes Erica, we’re diving right into it and starting with potentially the worst statement you made of all. The difference between you two and Rice is that they are a true team. You two are just enemies posing as friends. Try not to get in each other’s way, right? That feels like the strategy here. We couldn’t even get a few days into the week before the two of you started the pot shots on the feed. It would have been ridiculous to expect anything more out of your group. So here we are, right were we always expected this match to be. Azumi is trying to pose as this tough girl that made Erica Ford into something interesting, and you’re staking her claim on a new future. The only thing is, Erica, you’ve had chance after chance to change your future. Whether it’s as a team or on your own, the things that always held you back were your own mistakes. So what you’re begging now is for opponents to take you seriously. You don’t focus much on that win over the Heart break Gal, but you mention it as a lowkey reminder to opponents that you’re not the same old Erica. To be clear, Tarah’s opinion of you is probably different than mine. Her history with you goes much further back. All I can say is what I see. I see someone who has what it takes to be successful standing in her own way more often than not. I see someone hoping this new change is the one that helps her write a new chapter. I don’t know if it works for you, but I can only wish you well as you try to do it on your own. No Shinsei Domei or, what was it, Skyriders? This is supposed to be your time to step out of the shadows. You said it yourself, Empire is your new beginning. Except this new beginning we be more of a continuation of the past. You’ll still be trying to hold up Azumi in a match where you guys are teammates yet new, budding rivals. I can feel that you don’t even want to fight her. I can feel that she doesn’t think you’re worth her time. And I can just sense that clashing more than it should. Meanwhile you will have two people who have never been an organized tag team like you two were for months. And you will be forced to watch these two work as a perfect cohesive unit as they beat your team into submission. Azumi doesn’t even want to take me seriously. She’s trying to cast me aside and say I’m “just Cailin Dillon.” But that still puts me in a class nowhere near a level she’s ever touched.
 
To be honest with you, none of that matters. She wants to see me as content. You want another resume-building upset win, or something like that. But I’m not a perennial No. 1 like a Texas. I’m a like a team that has to constantly work to improve. I’m the team that gets the most out of what it has. I’m the team that wins based on smart decisions and great discipline. I maximize my abilities and prove over and over that my potential is endless. Maybe eventually I will reach that level of perennial champion, but it won’t be because I was created that way. It will be because I worked to become this. What you see right now is in no way similar to the person you faced at any time. We fought on the same side at Pain for Pride. I’m not even the same wrestler I was then. I’ve proven that at every step along the way since that moment. There are moments I could brag about. Or I could just say flatly, I earned what I got out of hard work. I won the tournament because I wanted it more than any single person that entered. I will never take any match lightly. There’s a reason I didn’t lost the Specialist’s title so easily. No matter the competition, I always brought my A-game. And my A-game now is so much better than then. Even with all those wins I feel like I was deserving of a C at best. But I never placed limitations on myself. I could have rode the wave and fought along the bottom for so long. But I put my destiny in my hands. Why have you waited for so long when you so clearly could have been better than you are right now? I feel like we might never know the true answer behind that question. There’s no disrespect between us and it has nothing to do with political correctness. The fact is I don’t have to get nasty and trash you to outwork you in that ring in every possible way and beat you. That’s just how I roll, and I will roll in this match.
 
If you think I’m tossing a dog scraps, well I’ll tell you that every do has its day. That’s why you rose up and shocked the entire company with your early EoE win over HBG. But I’m not HBG. I don’t operate like her. She might be the best right now, but I’m the best worker in this company. And I will prove it yet again with a win alongside Tarah on Empire. I don’t care if you’re a legend or a rookie, or two rivals forced to team for no good reason at all, I will always approach every match with the same fire and intensity. And as that fire and intensity increase within me and reach new levels, I will bring them into the match with me. I’m still working to be the best, even if some people already want to say I’m pretty damn good. But I have no plans of settling and no plans of backing down. This Empire has to have a new leader. It has to have someone who stands at the top. I’m the Empress now, and I won’t stop battling my heart out in matches ever. Not even after I became the queen at Road to Redemption. Until then, it remains one step at a time. The next step is beating Erica Ford and Azumi Goto, and that’s exactly what Tarah and I will do on the debut episode of Empire. You’re right, Erica, this is a new chance for you. But your career revolution won’t start against me. Not while my evolution continues to help me dominate. See you at Empire, ladies.

 
When you first came at me this week, Madison, you told me not to over think things. I don’t really have to worry about that, you see, because you take care of all of that for me. In spinning together a case for yourself to win this match, more of a backwards case of you trying to make it clear I don’t belong here, you consistently show a lack of knowledge about me. Despite all that scouting you said you did. I’ve won on big stages and I’ve lost on big stages. That doesn’t make us different. But I think your 15 minutes as Vixen’s Champion warped your mind beyond a comeback. I’ll prove that’s the case when we fight on Sunday. If anything, you come across as severely out of touch with reality. The person that took that Vixen’s title off you and made you look like a chump? I beat her in a champion vs. champion match. The current Vixen’s Champion, HBG, I took her down and became one of three victories that ended Hexa-gun. You might not remember, you were either too busy on vacation or losing in a title match for the 30th time. Don’t get me wrong, you find miraculous ways to back your way into title situations time after time, but for someone who wants to mock my entire career here, your career is defined more by consistently losing in these big matches then winning. Case in point, what’s about to take place when we meet in the ring at Territorial Invasion. You think this is all talk? It’s going to be downright hilarious to see the shock on your face when I leave you in the ring dumbfounded by what I’ve told you is going to take place this whole week. I’m going to win this match, make it back-to-back years losing in this finals match for you, and then I’m going to leave you there in the ring to reevaluate where you went wrong this week. Maybe it was in getting so hung up on yourself that you lost sight of what this match is. You laughingly dismiss me like I’m a rookie. You try to insist I’m jealous of you as if there is anything to be jealous of. There are plenty of people with more achievements than me. But even when the curtains close on our careers, I only see one of us having the track record to cement her legacy in EAW’s Hall of Fame. And I don’t see that person being you. I told you already, I’m going to show you this division goes around you, not through you. But I have no problem beating your ass on the way by. You dominated your block? So what. I dominated death row to get to this point, and then I beat Kendra to get here. This ain’t child’s play any longer. Now you’re messing with a real opponent that has no issues leaving you in her path of destruction to take what’s rightfully hers.
 
I don’t care about whatever you and the Sanitary wipes are doing in Eclipse’s basement. I don’t need that kind of dysfunctional family. I don’t need to win this to make someone proud. I’m just going to win this for myself. If someone else takes pride in that, well good for them. I’m dedicating my victory, my winning this whole tournament, to Cailin Dillon. Because she deserves this. She grew up in a single parent household, self-funded her way into a wrestling career, never took a single payout along the way, made it to EAW through her own hard work, earned the opportunity to fight for a title on her own and she won that title. And sense that time, Madison Kaline is the only person in this company who believes her to be invisible and incapable. We couldn’t even possibly compare our times as champion. Yours was gone in the blink of an eyes. Mine opened eyes. There’s no possible way you could draw a comparison. And, yeah, mine came to an end as all title reigns do, but I picked my ass up off the mat and I kept coming to that ring every week and I kept fighting for myself. I kept fighting and working to improve. Because I’ve heard the same things from the moment I entered this sport. They said I wasn’t strong enough, and I wasn’t fast enough. My skills weren’t ever as sharp. But brats like you? I outwork them routinely over and over. Despite any perceived difference in skill or strength, I show up and make everyone question what they thought they knew before. Because whether you want to believe it or not, hunny, I am that damn good. So I don’t have anything to be jealous about in regards to you. I’ve done my own thing always. And after I win this and down the road when you look at me and see that list that says Specialist Champ, Empress of Elite winner and Vixen’s Champ, remember how you told me I should be jealous of you because of your looks, or your age, or your severely short title reign. Because I still won’t give two shits about any of it. I’ll always respect Madison Kaline as an in-ring performer. I’ll always treat her with the same seriousness and attention that I give every other person I meet in that ring. But I will never respect the kind of person she believes she had to become to be a champion. And I will always bring the same A-Game that takes her down. You don’t believe me, but you’ll believe it after Territorial Invasion. Those inspiring dreams you have, the ones pushed by the poetry you’ve treated us all to this week, they will be left in a cloud of dust.
 
I’ve dealt with so many “truth-tellers” in this last month and a half. Every one of them have come at me with the same condescending tone. I can just sense you looking down over me as you tell me how it’s going to be like I have to accept it and that’s the only way there is. Are you kidding me right now? You seriously don’t know anything about me. You don’t realize one bit what you’re about to get involved with. It almost feels like you expect this to be easy. You’re still focused on a match from more than a year ago where you had to cheat in the final seconds just to pull a win out of your ass. Yet you somehow ignore the tag matches after where I routinely punked your ass regardless of partners. And at the same time you forget the last time you spoke down to me while I was Specialist’s Champion. I held it out to you and said if you think it’s terrible, then come at me bro. You not only backed down, but you left the company completely. What else should the world have believed at that point than that you were just too chicken shit to rise to the occasion? And here you are now, with no other direction to go and you’re still trying to play this exactly like you did more than a year ago. That’s a mistake, Madison. This is not the same rookie Cailin that you dealt with then. It’s clear to me that you think it is. But I’m so far removed from that point. You might want to ask, oh, any other person in the company or any person who has watched EAW programming since December 2015 about Cailin Dillon. Because for whatever reason, your eyes are shrouded by the same rose-colored glasses that you and Maria Gonzales always wore to the ring together for tag matches. The same ones that made you feel like winners even after you get soundly defeated on a routine basis. And the same ones that make you talk about your one, short title reign as if it created you into a goddess that walks this earth in our very honor. I don’t believe in any of that nonsense you mean to preach. I don’t believe there is any chance I would ever be jealous of you. But I do believe that the hard work I put in over these last few months, the ways I changed my entire body to become a better fighter, the commitment I made to learn more and more will make me more prepared for this fight than you can even imagine. I believe they will be the chief reasons I win this match, and I’m damn confident I will walk out of this match with my hand held high and a new prize resting atop my head. At least you can say you got a front row seat to the show, because I don’t know how else you’ll be able to describe the beating I’m about to give you. Your destiny is to finish this match lying on your back and staring into the darkness at the top of that arena in Vancouver. Mine is to walk out of Territorial Invasion as this company’s new Empress of Elite. There’s noting fake about that. That, my dear Madison, is the absolute truth. You can’t run from this one. And I’m not scared of you. I have nothing to fear. I’m going to beat you.

Territorial Invasion Promo #3

The camera opens up in Bo and Tye's Pizzeria.  From the dimmed lights and the chairs on tables, it's safe to assume that the place has closed up for the night.  Sitting in a corner booth with his feet kicked up on the table, leaning back in his seat with his shades barely hanging off of the bridge of his nose, chewing on a toothpick sits Pizza Boy with the EAW National Title still around his waist.

"You say I haven't faced you, Kurt? Hmm, maybe you're on to something with the concussion thing.  Maybe I'm just some punch drunk virgin who can't tie his shoes and keep from drooling at the same time.  Maybe I'm a broken champion with zero recall ability and the IQ of a mozzarella stick.  That seems likely considering I thought for a single solitary second that a guy like you could ever reach my level, lose, and somehow be smart enough to scavenge another loophole to get back up to it.  No, clearly that's not you Burton.  Clearly you're scum under my shoes who likes using internet porn terms and racial epitaph to feel like a big man with a huge, throbbing, veiny...well for potential to tap into.  But you don't do you? What you see is what you get.  Even when the cameras are off, even when the light isn't on you, you're still that sophomoric thug who thinks there's a difference between stealing and robbing.  That's your amoral level, that's your capacity for intelligence.  Salt of the earth, scum of the sewer, what the south would call a 'good ol' boy' to somehow make xenophobia and sexism endearing."

Pizza Boy digs into his teeth with the pick as he talks, causing his gums to spurt blood momentarily at the point of otherwise masked frustration.

"See, I say you're wrong.  The way I see it, I've faced you before.  I've fought human refuse piles, back alley hoodlums, slum dogs with a bone to pick with anyone who seems to get ahead of them in the game despite your constant attempts to slice the Achilles tendons of anyone who ever gets ahead of you on the ladder of success.  Shortcuts don't work with me Kurt. Ask OMERTA, ask HexaGun.  I want you to go to their respective graves, dig up their dismembered corpses, drag them out of the shadows that they hide in from little ol' me.  Ask them who I am.  Ask them where I've been.  Ask them what they tried to put me through, and then ask how well it worked out for them.  I'm not afraid of little foul mouthed, street rat, schoolyard bullies.  I've made a career out of putting them in the ground.  But since you want to try and be childish and turn my words into some PR nightmare, how 'bout I just call you a weasel from now on.  Weasels are just as cagey, just as mangy, and just as verminous as you are.  Or how about possum? Opossum are just as sneaky and infatuated with garbage as a raccoon.  Are you a bucktoothed little cross eyed marmot? Some future roadkill with the brain size of a peanut?  Yeah, that fits you just as well."

PB takes off his shades, crosses his eyes, and pantomimes buckteeth hanging from his mouth with his fingers.

"'I think the word bukkake is funny a'cause it means jizzin' on a gurrrrll; That's you.  That's what you sound like.  You think it's edgy, you think it's cute, but it's about as edgy as farting in church.  I'm sure it goes over about as well with the fans as farting in church too.  You boys want to get real? You want to talk real talk? Wanna chat with the champ about the hard hitting issues heading into this match? Fine, we can do that.  Let's look at the facts; neither of you beat me to be here, Rex is the only reason you're even in this match Burton, and I've gone as far as lighting men on fire, throwing men down stairs, tossing men off of ladders, digging into someone's head with a pizza slicer, on numerous occasion I might add.  I even wrestled a fan, a woman, and an entire faction BY MYSELF to get where I am today.  So tell me boys, tell me, let me know what sacrifices you've made to get here with me right now? What in your careers has convinced you that you can pry this EAW National Championship from my greasy fingers? I'm not talking about losses, I'm not talking about bodily harm, I'm not talking about family time lost or friends betrayed.  I'm also not talking about throats slit or spills taken.  I'm asking you at what level have you demeaned yourself.  How much have the lives of your friends and family been devalued? How many times were you smacked down and told that you're not going anywhere? That you're just the comedy act? A sideshow geek? a pre-show, main card phantom who will only see gold when he looks at someone else's bank account?  Gentlemen, I've overcame.  I dug myself out of the most unlikeliest of gutters and clawed and scraped my way to the top with boot heels pushing my head back down into the mud at every single turn.  I faced the insurmountable and beat it.  I faced my career's mortality and overcame it.  I. Drank. Human. Urine! Not just one human's, but a stadium's worth of male body excrement filled my lungs.  And that was a match that I WON! Do you even grasp where I've been? Do you even know the darkness I've seen? I've worked retail for god's sake.  I'm kidding, but only a little."

Bo: [off-camera] You better be kidding.

Pizza Boy smirks and slides his glasses on as his face starts to fill with blush.

"Rex...You remind me of Moses.  Yeah, that's right, Pizza Boy's going biblical.  Color everyone shocked, but I mean it.  Rex, I have no doubt that you have many fans cheering you on, and I'm sure your follower count on social networking is huge, and I'm sure everyone online tells you that you deserve to be EAW National Champion.  Personally, I'm one of them.  You've busted your hump, you've plied your trade, you've been down some of the same roads that I've traveled...maybe...minus the urine imbibing, but I digress...You've done everything right to get where you are, showing humbleness and humility all the way...except. one. time.  Kurt Burton is in this match because of you, Rex.  He crashed the party for your success because you let him do so.  You showed bravado, confidence, and cocksure self-assured gumption in doing so, but that's all just fancy, self-inflating double talk for saying you got proud.  Pride kept Moses and his followers from the Promised Land.  Even after traversing a desert, even after amassing a huge following in His name, even after doing everything that the lord asked of Moses, one moment of human weakness kept him at the pearly gates, staring in from the outside.  Have you become this parable McAllister? Has your fate become a dogmatic passion play? For your sake I hope not...but for mine, I certainly hope so.  There's no question in my mind as to whether you and I could deliver a sporting one on one encounter with an indeterminable outcome, but you've interjected a wild card that makes me question whether or not you'll be playing doorman to my eternal paradise at the end of the night.  Not doomed, not damned, just there in that one spot for all eternity.  Isn't that what you fear most, Rex? Purgatory? stagnation? a death in momentum? being stuck in the same place in EAW for the rest of your career?  Not to mix scriptures, but it seems your fate to be Sisyfus.  Destined and doomed to push the same rock up the same hill for all eternity, only for it to roll down the other side of the hill right when you reach the top.  That would be a shame, but considering your track record maybe you should consider it as a possible fate.  Maybe becoming aware of it will change the course of the boulder, or perhaps in the least make you a bit more careful next time you reach the top.  And I'm sure you will, but Territorial Invasion wont be the night, and my title wont be the hunk of mineral to take the place of your boulder.  Until then, stay humble my friend."

Pizza Boy pulls his glasses off and slides them into his shirt collar and starts to wipe down the table in front of him as the camera fades to black.

TERRITORIAL INVASION PROMO #3
 
[At the OMERTA headquarters, Zack sits casually at his desk, using an ornate looking letter to pick at the dirt under his fingernails.  By all accounts he doesn’t appear to be expecting anyone or even prepared to do a promo.  So he is genuinely surprised when he sees a camera crew inside his office with a rolling camera trained on him.  He turns to the crew and gives a polite wave.]
 
Zack Crash:  Oh hey guys.  How’s it going?
 
[Zack returns to picking at his nails with the letter opener.  There is a soft mumbling from someone off screen, and Zack turns to acknowledge them again.]
 
Oh really?  Tyler responded? 
 
[Zack thinks this over for a second…then simply shrugs.]
 
Cool.
 
[He then runs to picking at his nails with the letter opener.  The mumbling returns, more insistent this time.  Zack groans in frustration.]
 
Uggggh!  Fine give me the damn transcript.
 
[A hand pops into frame and hands Zack a short stack of papers.  Zack takes them and casually shuffles through them.  He talks to himself as his eyes scan quickly from side to side.]
 
Alright let’s see what we got.  Ok…interesting…uh-huh…hmmmm…
 
[This goes on for a while until Zack finally reaches the end of the transcript.  He nonchalantly tosses the papers off screen and his hand goes to pick up the letter opener, when the mumbled voice from before returns, speaking very urgently.  Zack rolls his eyes and says…]
 
Fine!  I’ll respond to his damn promo!  You know I don’t pay you to annoy me!
 
[Zack takes a moment to compose himself, making sure his suit is prim and proper.  Folding his hands in front of him on his desk, and looking incredibly bored, he begins.]
 
Ok first off, let me start by saying that Tyler originally, I wasn’t going to acknowledge your presence in this match at all if I had my way.  But my advisors told me I should do my “obligation” to the match and talk about all of you at least once.  If I had known it was going to evoke such a strong reaction out of you I probably wouldn’t have bothered.  Because now my advisors are all concerned, telling me I really need to respond again, and blah blah blah.  I tell them they worry too much, but that’s what I pay them for, so here I am wasting my time on you when I have more important things to be thinking about.
 
[Zack looks at his fingers, trying to see if he got all the dirt or not.]
 
But let me promise you that I don’t care about you being in this match, or any of the other members of Team Ryder for that matter.  The rest of you are just after thoughts to me.  You’re nothing but insignificant details; just technicalities that were required to be filled in order for this match to even happen.  My only concern in this match is the further humiliation and destruction of Matty Ryder.  You and your fellows just happened to be innocent victims in a war that isn’t your concern.  But really that’s your own fault isn’t it?  You of all people should know what you’re getting into by siding with Matty against me.  After all, you’ve been on the receiving end of it twice before remember?  I’d say you do remember, and after listening to you rant and rave about it, I’d say I hit the mark rather well when I used the word bitter.  But is that what’s bothered you all these years.  Has wittle, itty-bitty Tyler Parker been sad that he didn’t get a thank you?  Oh I’m so sorry.  Here let me make it up to you right now.
 
[Zack reaches into his desk, rummages around until he finds what he’s looking for.  He pulls out a blue ribbon with the words “Participation Award” written in gold font across it.  He presents it to the camera.]
 
Here ya go.  I, Zachary Crashington The Third, as a thank you to Tyler Parker for his help in a War Games match years ago, do present to him now the “Participation Award”.
 
[Zack laughs cruelly, then tosses the ribbon off camera.  Suddenly he stops laughing, and his face is marked with the same smug, yet intense look we’ve come to know from him.]
 
It’s hard to take you seriously as a threat when you bitch like a rookie about not getting a thank you for being on my team two years ago.  First of all, don’t bitch at me just because I outsmarted and tricked you.  If you were half the competitor you think you are you’d have used that instance to better your own skills instead of crying in the corner.  Secondly, you were every bit as dissatisfied with DDD’s Chairmanship as I and the rest of the team was, so don’t act like you didn’t have a stake in that match.  In fact why are you even still talking about that match anyway?  It’s two years old Tyler…TWO YEARS!!!  God you’re starting to sound like Jacob Senn.  Seriously…get over it!  Instead I choose to focus on the present instead of yesterday, which is probably why you are nearly as relevant as you used to be.  You claim that nobody cares about me, which I find funny since I appear to be public enemy #1 around here.  Call me crazy, but I would think that means people care a great deal about me and what I do.  What about you though?  When was the last time anyone cared about Tyler Parker?  Ever since you came back from your scandal you’ve been trying to recapture that former prestige you held, which I’m willing to bet is why you decided to join Team Ryder in the first place.  Like a parasite, you figured you’d leech off the controversy, exposure, and attention OMERTA is generating for yourself in order to get some much needed attention.  You’re pretty much just here to say “I’m Mr. Parker!  Look at me!”  But there’s a problem with inserting yourself into a fight that originally had nothing to do with you.  Eventually the consequences of the original war coming crashing down on your head as well.  If you had stayed out of this, your career could’ve died a relatively painless death.  Now however, I’m afraid I’m going to have to make yet another example out of you.  I’m going to use you and the other members of Team Ryder as an example of what happens to those who come to the aid of OMERTA’s enemies.  I’m going to show everyone on Showdown that anyone who tries to play the hero against OMERTA is going to die a hero’s death.  Only there won’t be anything glorious or noble about what we do to you.  All your talk about revenge, about ripping out my soul and heart, and yada yada yada.
 
[Zack yawns very noticeably.]
 
It’s all very cute.  But really it doesn’t mean anything.  For threats to be effective, they have to be believable Tyler.  And to be perfectly honest, I just don’t think you’re capable of doing any of the things you said.  But everyone knows I’m capable of doing all the things I say.  I said I was going to take over EAW, and I did it.  I said I was going to burn Matty alive, and I did it.  I say I’m going to win at Territorial Invasion…and I’m going to do it.  With the help of my team, who will hopefully take care of you before I even have to touch you in that ring Tyler.  You call it cowardice, but really it’s the fact that wrestling you nowadays is beneath me, and I don’t wish to risk getting your stink on my career.  Like any true leader, I relegate the lesser stuff to those under me while I focus on what’s important.  And in this match Tyler…you are not important.  You’re like the accessory to a kid’s favorite toy.  He doesn’t want you, and as soon as he opens up that Kung-Fu grip G.I. Joe, you can be sure as hell he’ll forget about you or lose you.  In fact I’m going to tell you a secret.  When Ryan Marx replaced Cyclone and I was trying to remember who all was on his team, for a while there I actually forgot you were on one of them.  Wow right?  It’s almost as if you’ve left little to no impact on this match whatsoever.  Some keep talking if you want; waste your breath and my time if that’s what makes you feel important.  To me it’s all white noise.  As you said, I know what you can do and you know what I can do.  Because of that, you should by now when you and I are in the ring which one comes out on top.  When I was tag team champion, you and Synergy tried to take the belts, but you failed.  When I was World Champion you tried to take the belt, but you failed.  Even when we were fighting together at War Games years ago, you still came out on the worse end for it.  That’s the story of your career Tyler.  You try hard and put up a great effort, but when it really counts, when push comes to shove, you fall just short of that finish line.  You’re a choke artist.  Always have been and always will be.  So why should War Games III be any different?  I could go on and on, but as of right now I’m getting bored even talking about you, so before I pass out I’m going to make everything very simple and easy to understand for you.         
 
Team Crash is going to win at Territorial Invasion, so I hope you’re ready for history to repeat itself yet again.  So the bitter taste in your mouth, you better get used to it
 
[Zack stands up from his desk, placing his hand over his heart as he does, looking proud and determined.]
 
In OMERTA We…
 
[Zack thinks about it for a moment, then sits back down and does a dismissive gesture toward the camera.]
 
Ahh forget it.  You’re not worth it.
 

[Fade to black.]  

 
We’re both talented, dedicated, passionate and fiery competitors. There’s no reason anyone should expect anything other than a fight fueled by those very things when we meet tomorrow. I hear from so many how this match is generating a great deal of excitement all on its own. Somehow, this kind of excitement just seems to follow me. I don’t think I do anything specific to warrant it. I just think there’s an expectation that comes with seeing me in a match. You know you’re going to see Caillin Dillon operate at her highest level possible. I could have a bum ankle or messed up knee and they could be trying to hold me backstage for my own safety, but I would burst out of that grasp and head for that ring in a heartbeat. This is my lifeblood. That has never been debatable. And that’s probably why most people try to focus on failure with me. So many want to point out where things didn’t go right, yet pretend so often that failure couldn’t affect them in the same way. The truth is I have always accepted failure for what it is. It’s always a lesson that you need to be better than you are right now. My emotions are focused on so much, too. But when you put everything you do into that small space, focus all of your energy into one are, the results can only be triumph or heartbreak. But it’s the next steps after either of those that become so vital. Yes, this business is eat or be eaten, but when you learn how to pick yourself up from rock bottom and start to rise back up toward the top, that’s when you’ve learned how to elevate yourself in the food chain.
 
I’m not afraid of failure. I never have been. I’m just not accepting of it. That’s why I always go back and go right back to work. Those who focus so much on my failures, though, they miss the fact that those mistakes are what molded me into what I am right now. Funny that while so many of them thought that was my weakness are to pick on, I’m here in the semi-finals and they’re backstage watching. That’s how it works, though. In the grand scheme of things, one win over the Heart Break Gal seems meaningless when you back on it. But to me it meant something because I overcame a lot of adversity to reach that point. She was the first person to look me in the eyes and tell me I didn’t belong here. She said I would never make it in EAW. I believe one time she told me I should go ahead and head back to our native-Texas before the match because I was just wasting my time. There were close calls along the way as she continued to gain the upper hand. She told me I stood for the wrong things. She told me I was in over my head. But as I pulled back on her arm with blood streaming from my nose and I literally felt the panic coming out from within her, I knew that her mind had been totally changed. Because I took something from her that day. Hexa-gun was her week-by-week ticket to ensure she could fight with Y2Impact, and what I did was steal that all away. And I kept the title she so badly wanted to take from me. Notice that she, our mighty, defending Vixen’s Champion, couldn’t take the Specialist’s title away from me when so much more was on the line for her. And yet while I could have allowed my ego to inflate from that experience, I instead allowed it to stay even-keel. That’s just who Cailin Dillon is. I’m not defined by any one win or loss along the way. A career is such a long journey and all adventures are filled with ups and downs. You work from the downs and you work towards the up. Maybe Grand Rampage was a lowpoint, as so many like to point out, but I think I rose to the occasion in being basically the most active participant in an insane 10-person match at Pain for Pride. I didn’t win, no, but I continued to learn and evolve. Look back at the Specialist’s Scramble last December. I was the lone person to not score a pin fall during the match. Yet weeks later I was a champion. So why can’t the same thing happen now? I believe it will. The same fire and passion that filled me then as I went after a chance to fight for the Specialist’s Championship, it fills me now on an even more elevated level. I almost can’t even describe this heat I feel as this passion and determination builds within me. I want this Empress of Elite crown so much. So much more than I think Kendra even realizes. She feels this is her ticket back to the top, and I feel it is a step towards that for me. But she’s exactly where she belongs. The OG Vixen will never fall from the top. She might come and go, but that doesn’t mean the challenge of facing her will ever become easier. I don’t look back to Pain for Pride and pretend she’s weak. She’s kicked ass from the next day on. Even while whispers filled the air that she was back as a part-timer. Here she is doing full-time things and kicking full-time butt. And that’s a challenge I want to tackle head on.
 
She might have doubters, but I think I have more. How many people have claimed this is my last chance, or worse, only chance to do something. People are trying to write me off like I’m old news. People will never write off a legend like that. Kendra has nothing to worry about. And honestly, I don’t care that people think that way about me. Because I know my capabilities, my desires and my heart. I know who I am and what I’m about to do. There are so many people who will stand from the sidelines and jeer every move I make. They will raise questions about my sexuality, comment on my friendships, focus on my failures or laugh about my style, but it’s not ever going to slow me down or change me. This is who I am so you can either get with it, or you can stay on the sidelines and keep on yapping while I keep on defying the odds and smashing through that low glass ceiling you want to hang over my head. If you think I’m in over my head or taking on water in a small boat, you’re wrong. This Cailin who Veena called so six months ago is far from done making waves. I’ve been excited, straight up exhilarated by the opportunity to face a legend and my idol in this tournament. If you want to be the best in this company, you should have to go through the best to get there. I want to be an Empress, so I damn sure should have to go through the Queen if I want to have that chance. I’ve never had a problem with earning things, bucking the handouts and putting in the work instead. That’s why I keep evolving, keep changing and keep getting better. Just when y’all say Cailin couldn’t possibly do any more than this, you’ll see me rise to a level you didn’t even realize I possessed. Don’t believe me? It’s happened before and it will continue to happen. You critics and fellow wrestlers that band together in your efforts to not believe in me can continue doing what you do. I will continue to disappoint you when I find yet another way to do something I wasn’t supposed to do. I can tell already, people think I’m not supposed to win this match. At least Kendra has the decency to examine both ends of the what ifs. I know she might be seething when she looks at both sides and then hears me just take the side where I win, but that will never change. That’s who I am. I’m that same confident bitch that was on her stride when she walked into a match as Haruna Sakazaki was about to start her reign as Specialist’s Champion and dropped her on her head. I’ve thrown the curveball before. So if you expect to see me get destroyed by Kendra this week, be prepared to be surprised. I’m going to win that match, and I’m going to move a step closer to that crown.
 
I appreciate the efforts that you’ve put in this week Kendra. I can tell you’re back and putting in the work that always made you one of the most dangerous wrestlers in this company. Not just a dangerous Vixen, but a wrestler that was purely hell to deal with if you got put in a match with them. I don’t expect anything differently from you in that ring. I’m positive you will put me through something I haven’t experienced with anyone else, but I’m just as sure that I will be ready to adapt to the environment and match whatever it is that you throw my way. And after I match it, I will exceed it. That’s not an insult towards you, that’s just that confidence speaking again. Maybe it seems borderline arrogant, but I don’t operate any other way. I don’t go in expecting to lose. I don’t go in accepting any other result but having that hand raised. You said it yourself, anything can happen. And while the experts might want to pick the legend to kill the girl who idolizes her and take another step towards reclaiming dominance in the company, I’d recommend they not overlook the girl who’s shaken things up before, and is about to do it once again. I can’t wait for Friday. I can’t wait to show you what I’m really made of. This match is something I’ve dreamed about for so long. This won’t be the end of my journey toward the crown, it’s just the next step I have to take before it all comes down to the throne.

AFC:
#1 Kansas City Chiefs- 12-4
#2 Cincinatti Bengals- 12-4
#3 New England Patriots- 11-5
#4 Houston Texans- 9-7
#5 Pittsburgh Steelers- 11-5
#6 Oakland Raiders- 9-7

NFC:
#1 Green Bay Packers- 13-3
#2 Seattle Seahawks- 12-4
#3 Atlanta Falcons- 10-6
#4 Washington Football Team- 8-8
#5 Arizona Cardinals- 12-4
#6 Carolina Panthers- 10-6

Well week 1 is over.

Bama is gonna be tough to beat. Michigan and OSU both look very promising this season. Texas/Notre Dame was FUCKING INTENSE! Both #3 Oklahoma and #5 LSU went down. Houston is the real deal. And also Tennessee don't look like thyre gonna live up to their hype all offseason.  A really low school beat an SEC team Mississippi State. Nebraska's touching moment when honoring their punter who passed away by going on the field with only 10 men and taking a delay of game, plus their opponent declining the penalty...pure class by both teams. And Ole Miss blew a 28-6 lead in the 3rd quarter to Florida State and lost the game...just LOL!

Plenty of upsets and amazing games, one of the reasons why college football is so electrifying. Week 1 was was a great 10/10! 3 top 10 teams went down and its gonna be a epic season, and it was only week 1!

GO BLUE BTW! (Michigan)

Predictions:

AFC East - Patriots (11-5) (#1 seed)
AFC North - Steelers (11-5) (#2 seed)
AFC South - Colts (10-6)
AFC West - Chiefs (11-5)

AFC Wildcard #1: Bengals (11-5)
AFC Wildcard #2: Jets (10-6)

NFC East - Redskins (10-6) (#4 seed)
NFC North - Packers (12-4)
NFC South - Saints (10-6) (#3 seed)
NFC West - Cardinals (13-3)

NFC Wildcard # 1: Seahawks (11-5)
NFC Wildcard #2: Panthers (10-6)

(Post Empress of Elite Special #3 match)

The hallway seemed smaller on my way back from the ring. The resounding chorus of boos became distant as I sauntered down the corridor, wiping sweat from my brow. I thought my lip was bleeding, but such things were trivial at the moment. I beat her- no, I broke her. That’s all that mattered. I went out and did what I said I would do. I was a woman of my word, a legit threat to the entire vixens division. I tasted the blood of my enemy and for the first time in a long time I felt alive. My body was sore but life flowed through my veins! As I continued my journey back to the locker room I could feel all eyes were on me. From the staff to the roster, all people could do keep quiet and stare. Good- this is what I wanted. The world now understands that Cloudy’s no longer fucking around. And the thing is...I felt like I wasn’t even at my full potential. I’ve been conserving my energy, since this was a tournament after all. Most of these vixens blew their load within the first couple of matches and paid the price. This wasn’t my first rodeo, for I won my first title in a tournament where I was crowned JET World Champion. That’s the thing these little girls don’t know nor understand: I had a game plan, and it’s paying off. My experience was beginning to show and nobody has shit to say. Good! Stay quiet EAW! Feel my presence! What you saw out there was my wrath! I don’t tolerate insolence in any form and what happened out there was the price you paid for crossing paths with me.

The best thing was that she was on her way to the ring. I didn’t need to see the familiar pink hair to know it was her. I closed my eyes for a second as we passed by one another. I could feel the hole her gaze was burning through me. She wanted to fight me so bad for what I did to the former Vixen Killer. But, she had a match next. She couldn’t do shit to me and she knew that I knew. The  grin forming on the corner of my mouth was evident of that. In that brief moment I was unstoppable. I was invincible. I was untouchable. For five seconds Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda was the best in the world and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Not Pink Judas nor the orange brat that was further down the hall. Oh, I could feel her glare from a mile away. But, she couldn’t touch me either, not for these brief five seconds as I walked into the locker room. Never before was backstage was this quiet, as if time froze.

For five seconds I owned the world. Not because I wanted to, but because I can did.

See you soon ladies.

(Stan Lawson is standing with a plucky female EAW developmental prospect, mic in hand.)

Stan: So Becky, tomorrow you get to show off your talent in your first dark match before the Empress of Elite Special. You sure must be excited!

Becky: I sure am Stan! I get the show the EAW universe what I'm- hey!

(Cloud pushes the jobber aside and grabs the mic with Mao behind her. She's wearing her training gear and looks sweaty and irate.)

Mao: Stephanie! You should-

Cloud: (turns around) I ain't gotta do *beep* but stay Half-Black and die Mao! (Points at the camera) You think you're real cute don't ya Nova!? Talking all that good *beep*, trying to brush me off as just another encounter! You think you can just prepare some magic speech that's going to give you a deus ex machina victory over me!? You think acting like some kind of lone soldier is gonna give you the drive to beat me!? This ain't anime girl and this surely ain't kayfabe! No amount of so-called confidence is going to ensure a victory over me! (Steps back) Go ahead sweets - recite another one of Cailin's throwaway lines because that's what you're actually are Tarah Nova ! You're a throwaway vixen who got lucky in an era where there was nothing but trash! And before you object I've already proven my point. Kendra and Cleo are heads mounted on my wall. Cam and Haruna's scared to fight me and you can't beat me without two other people in the ring! On two occasions that's been shown sweets so you might want to dial back on the courage a bit. If you want even an ounce of a chance at winning tomorrow, I suggest you take this fight seriously-

Becky: Hey! This is my mo-

(Matsuda Cloud Kicks Becky)

Stan: You Cloud Kicked Becky!

Cloud: (looks down) Now that Becky with the good hair is quiet (turns to camera) I can continue to address Bucky with the raven hair! You talk a big game for someone who just suffered the worst defeat of her life- but then again you Sirens talk so much *beep* that your transcripts can be used as a twenty page thesis about why you're awesome and the other person is not. Story time's over for all three of you. Welcome to Your Reality where the bad guy wins and Disney Princesses get lead to the slaughterhouse! You say I can't touch you but the day after we last crossed paths the internet was littered with pictures of your unconscious body laying by my feet next to Sleepy Ms. Jackson! Keep testing me Tarah, keep trying my *beep*ing patience. You-

Stan: Hey Matsuda we were-

(Cloud Kicks Stan)

Mao: (gasp) You kicked Stan!

Cloud: (throws hands up) See Tarah!? See what you made me do!? I kicked Stan...STAN! This is how much I can't stand your Casper ass! I feel like Cloud Kicking everyone in this damn building I'm so angry! Everyone's talking about this main event with Cai and 'Ria but all that's going to be is twenty minutes of rest holds and synchronized sequences. I've seen better from rookie spot monkeys! What we have Tarah is a blood feud, one that even you said gives you life! Know what that means Tarah? It means I give you a purpose, a reason to fight! It means that I define you! At this point you can’t imagine a Reality without me and that’s okay- I heard I’m quite unforgettable.

(winks and sits down on a chair backwards)

Cloud: You know I could pull a Cairia and do this all day! Just shoot the shit, talking about our storied past and what not. Then I can add a few cool one liners and discuss how I’m so motivated and that nobody can beat and what not- know what? I think I already do that. The only difference is I’m not all hot air when I open my mouth!

(stands up and kicks the chair away)

Cloud: You are not prepared to fight me Tarah Nova, physically or mentally. I am a woman with nothing to lose and who doesn’t care how she gets the W. If you want to be a dumb ass and come to the wolves all by yourself, then be my guest. I’m not the one who’s putting their career at risk. (shakes head) You feel for my trap again and don’t even know it. So desperate to  be on top...that’s your fatal flaw Tarah. You’re too busy blowing up your ego that you can’t see two feet beyond yourself. The more you treat me like a non factor, the more I pull my strings. Keep being my puppet and I’ll keep racking up points. (cracks knuckles) It’s about time the Sirens lay down for the list time. By the time I win this tournament, the three of you will have been comfortable assimilated into your side bitch positions. Everything you are Tarah...everything you were...I’m going to take it away from you. There are no safe spaces. You’re walking on a minefield full of micro aggressions sweets. Be careful not to be tiggered.

(drops the mic)

Cloud: Time to go back to church. Mao, let’s skedaddle.

(walks away with Mao in tow.)

 
What can I say about this one. It was some funny shit? I didn’t think Veena Adams would be fodder. This is just the kind of thing that Veena would specifically wake her ass up for and put in a little bit of effort. I predicted this. But while you talk about your three wins and seven points, you’re still two matches away from the promise land baby girl. And a lot can happen in two matches. I honestly haven’t sat around having any Veena-induced nightmares. The only thing that’s come to fruition with you is not surprise, but relief. Finally you do something to back up everyyhing you said for so long. Finally they can separate you from your family member and let you stand on your own. Well, sort of. You still have a lot to do. But I’m never really dwelled on the spoiled niece storyline. I don’t have to pick and prod at the silly little markers of the past to make my points. I might be so seven months ago, but seven points is where you’re gonna finish. I know you’re capable of more, but now you’re fucking with people who don’t fuck around. Now you’re entering the ring with the real competition. Your only competition at this point. Your time was January. And then February. And then March. But it’s never come because of you, not destiny. You weren’t dealt a bad hand, you’re just too dumb to figure out what to do with what you’ve got.
 
You’re right, I scoffed at you and Silence every single chance I got. Because I knew you would be wasting the talent you have. You showed it over and over. Why should I expect anything different? You’ve always just been noise. You’re loudmouthed and you yell about this and that and you lay out all the insults. But no one really listens to the garbage you’re spewing. You’ve never given anyone a reason to. If you don’t think I’ve ever taken you serious, wake your ass up. Why do you think I’ve never lost a match to you. It’s not because I slacked off and giggled my way into a match. Although I feel like I probably could the way you’ve come to play half the time. But no, I love this. Finally you’ve decided to play the game like it has to be played. You’re so naïve to think that you’ve woken me up and forced me to do shit. Please, girl. Don’t act like you’re some kind of special case of amazing. I would have acknowledged you this week like I have whether you liked it or not. Just like I did Kora. Just like I did Jenny. I’m glad after I spoke twice you finally decided to get off your giant ass and respond to me. And what I get is this half-assed response to me and Aria. I get jokes and insults from you. Funny, considering that’s essentially a microcosm of what your entire career here has been. I’m genuinely telling you that you have done great things in this tournament. I’m sure someone has been impressed. There are 24 women here and any one of them is capable of winning if they bring their shit. But in the end there are just a few that can rise from within the crowd and make it to the semi-finals. You won’t get closer by beating me. You’ll have to do that work against Aria, and good luck to you there. It’s sure going to suck when you go from 3-0 to 3-2 with losses to the same two-clown haired bitches you tried to troll with lame jokes. These seams you think you see ripping out, they couldn’t be more strong. My focus couldn’t be more pointed on the task at hand. No one has to reassure me that I’m good enough to be here. I work to assure myself that I belong here. Even while you think I’m so last week, I keep showing up in big matches all over the place. I don’t need reassurance that I belong. And somehow you come to the conclusion that I’m sad and pathetic and you cut a couple cute sex jokes on Tarah and Aria. Maybe wrestling wasn’t the right direction for you. Actually, comedy probably isn’t right either. Damn, the only conclusion I can come to is that you’re just destined to keep doing this and keep failing because of your own mistakes. Keep thinking you’ve already punched that ticket into the semi-finals. Your worst nightmare is about to come true this week. I wonder how it’s going to feel when you spoil that lead and fall short.
 
I think I can coexist with Tarah and Aria even longer than you and Silence committed yourselves to being the worst tag team in the Vixens Division. Because my god, that felt like it went on forever. Even past the point where you basically started hiding behind and her pushing her into the lion’s den while you stood off and watched. And what we watched you two accomplish together was nothing short of miraculous. And here I stand while you tell me I’m insecure and make me out to be incapable, yet I haven’t gone away. And things keep going just fine for me. You win in this place and lose in this place. You have to learn from it. Sometimes I question whether you’ve done anything other than find new reasons to open your mouth and scream out something stupid. Here you are bragging now and claiming that you’ve been spouting the truth forever and repping all this success you’ve had over the past two weeks. Listen, I have seven points, too. But I’m not gonna brag about wins over Kora and Jenny. Wake up to that. You beat Sheridan, and that’s nice I suppose. But a lot of people win matches once in awhile. You still have a shit ton to prove. But you’re not proving anything over me. I’m going to beat you. I’m just fine with you being an asshole as long as you’re fine accepting the fact that it does nothing other than make you look like a total and complete dumbass. Somebody’s gotten a little big in their britches. You sound a little like Sheridan trying to start her own one-woman revolution. Except you aren’t trying to start a revolution, you’re just trying to throw a pebble in a pond and see if you can make a giant splash. There’s nothing here for you Veena. Just more failure. I’m going to treat you to that. Call me pretentious like I even care. Everyone calls me pretentions. And yet I keep winning matches just like I was seven months ago. And you’ve won what now, three matches in the last seven months? Sure feels like it. You’re living in a dream world right now. I’ll wake you up at Dynasty, and your undefeated dreams will come crashing down to reality. Your time isn’t now and your time isn’t even in the future. This is my time, and I’m going to destroy your dreams to realize mine.

 
 
Well done, Aria. I see you. We’ve all walked through the cluster that is fighting the most desperate woman in this company. She’d claw your eyes out, poison your water or stain your ring attire, all the varying levels of crazy shit you can think of to try and get the slightest edge in a match. This after she lays down a gauntlet of confusing reasoning just to get your attention and try to leave you startled in the ring by her intentions. And now you’re feeling a twinge of invincibility from the momentum gained in that match. I imagine it might have something to do with you taking the pin the last time we teamed up. I know it left a sour taste in your mouth and you wanted to prove that to be a fluke. But I’m not Haruna, and the match I’m coming off of has me even hungrier than I felt after winning three matches before it. I felt that roll and that wave of momentum, and I felt Sheridan doing everything she could just to survive a match with me. She thought she killed me, and I rose and fought her back into the ground. The look in her eyes was uncommon. She looked more scared from a match than I’d seen before. That confidence wasn’t there for her this time. It was more about doing what she could to make sure she didn’t die. Trying to stay alive in this tournament. That’s probably why even after the bell rang and she was tapping out, I was still pulling back on that shoulder. I didn’t care. You said it yourself, a motivated Cailin Dillon is a dangerous one. But it goes beyond that baby girl. My hunger goes beyond just common motivation. You’ve taken this ride before and whether it’s been successful or not isn’t the real story. The story here is that this one means something different than those ones, and that it will be different than even those ones were. There’s a fire inside me that burns brighter than anything I’ve even felt before. And there are 23 other women in this tournament that have their eyes on the same prize as me. Yet I don’t feel their hunger equaling mine. Their focus pales in comparison. Their drive could never compare. I know to expect your best shot and you know to expect mine. You want to make sure mine isn’t enough, but it will be this time. Because I’m winning this, Aria. I have no choice but to punch my ticket. I have no other option but to win this block, and then win this tournament. This is the only thing on my mind. And I know it will take a memorable match against a best friend to do it. I have no problems putting on a show and leaving with my arm raised. And that’s exactly what I’ll do.
 
We have run through the gamut of personalities on our way to this point. Girls obsessed with making photoshop manipulations for cheap laughs. The German girl we don’t talk about because she’s like Voldemort. There’s Kora and her lovable pet sidekick. But none of that compares to this match right here. I don’t have to scope over a list of your failures or achievements and dissect them. I don’t have to call you a bimbo or a whore. I’m just bringing it like it is. That’s just how I am. I haven’t had to lay into anyone in this tournament with cheap stabs or worthless insults. I’ve just come straight at them and told them how it was going to be. We can just have this talk that you speak of and we can lay it out on the line. Am I as desperate as Haruna? Not a chance. But it’s obvious how much more this tournament means to me now. Where I blew a chance a year ago, it feels like I have a chance this time. I can control things if I take care of things. That makes perfect sense. I was in the so-called group of death in the first one. I’m in the group of death once again. And I have no issues with playing the role of the undertaker to this whole group. I’m crossing off names once at a time as I put these opponents in the ground and move up the ladder. You’re probably the one person in this company I’ve been with every single step of the way. From the day we signed our contracts and shared phone numbers in a crowded hallway, to the moment you held that Empress trophy high above your head as you walked to the back. Our first tag match together. Our first matches against each other. Battling Hexa-gun and then fighting in Stephanie’s Formation tag team. We’ve built things together, we’ve created our own legacy together and we have grown and evolved together. We came at a time things were stagnant and we were the spark that set off the powder keg. You, me and Eris were the ones that showed the new girls were here and they meant business. We brought new attention to this division. We were true fighters who weren’t willing to stand in line and wait for things to happen. We made things happen. And they made things harder for us in return. The push back from the top if you will. I wouldn’t say I feel overlooked at this point. I am still synonymous with the Specialist’s title to this day, no matter who has it. It’s changed hands three times in a matter of months. People now understand what I did with that was nothing short of amazing. But now I feel like I have to work harder than ever just to have a shot at another title. I feel like this is one of those chances to play a hand in my future and decide things for me. I won’t let that slip. I won’t fail this challenge. You know I wish the best for you in everything, as you do me. But I wish that I win this tournament even more. That desire is unwavering. It feels like nothing will stop me.
 
Those older Vixens have a way with their snake tongues. They have a way of making others feel useless. Lesser girls crumble over it. Yeah, I beat HBG eventually. But I was made to be her punching bag for months before that win came. Cameron told me this is my last chance. She told me I would lose to her in that match and it would be the beginning of the end. Yeah, she was wrong about that, just like she’s been wrong about so many other things. If anything, dealing with them helped me develop such a thick skin. Thicker these thighs, you know? They throw these softballs at me to try and break the skin, but I stand here and I swing and knock them right back out of the park. And you’re right, it always sounds the same. They sound as lame as playground bullies. And we just keep coming back and firing shots no matter what they try. And it’s started to wear out against us. They lose matches to us because they don’t evolve in the same way. I survive through evolution despite my stubbornness. I’m not too stubborn to learn, just to persistent to quit. And all along, you’re one of the few that has been there. When I lost that title at Grand Rampage, you were right there to reassure me. You told me I’d be back. You said I was too damn good to not make it back. You know you’re dealing with an emotional piece of dynamite that is just a spark away from exploding into something even better. You know the power I possess, and I know what you have too. It bothers me that you were a champion for so little time when I feel like you’re capable of so much more. And you know as well as anyone that this match will be a battle. No, It will be a war. So many people have come expecting to beat my ass and watch me crumble under their superior skill, only to see me keep getting up and wiping the blood from my mouth and coming back stronger. It’s almost like the longer the match goes, the better I get. Especially when someone comes with that weak ass attitude. You won’t do that, so this match will be different. I don’t have to wait switch a flip, though, That flip is switched the moment that bell rings. Hell, the moment I step through that curtain while Demi sings me down that ramp and into the ring. I know this match will be different, but I intend to make sure the result is the same. The only thing that matters to me is that Empress crown and what it means. It solves so many problems at once. It proves that I am indeed one tough bitch to mess with because I went through the crowd and rose from the bottom to win it. And it gives me that shot, hopefully at the Vixens title. So many have had the chance. I’ve only gotten to watch my friends hold it or fight for it. That hunger I have for it, I’ve tried to describe it, but I don’t think words really pain the whole picture. Only the actions you’ll see out of me in the ring. The pure primal rage that comes out as I do what it takes to win this match. And you know when I say that phrase, it means pushing my body beyond its limits, not poking the ref in the eyes and smashing you with a chair. You know this is legit. You’re damned right I was forged in fire. I’m fireproof. They dropped us in hell in this block to see who could survive the fires that burn hottest. And only one of us can emerge. That’ll be me.
 
I’m convinced I’m going to beat you because of who I am right now. The past made me who I am. That confidence has never waned. It continues to rage on. But I worked for this because I want it that badly. I worked for this because I need this. I’ve probably seemed like a bad friend over the past few months while I made the gym my new home. But I had no choice. I knew I had to do this if I wanted to achieve this dream. I knew my body had to be put back in the fire if I wanted to come out of the fire even hotter than before. From the moment Pain for Pride ended, I turned my eyes on this. I knew one match at a time I could put myself in a position to have a chance to fight for what you established yourself a year ago. And while you weren’t able to make the most of that shot, despite trying your damndest in a hard match. I want this and I want to be the Empress that takes her crown and goes from princess to queen. We both have long lists of things we want to do before we’re done, and we can argue and tease on which of us will be able to put their own as the top priority over the other when it’s said and done. But we have the chance to settle that in this match. You gotta stand in the way, that’s what you have to do. That’s how this works. But I have to steamroll through that road block you’re placing in front of me and I have to rise to the top and have my hand raised as the winner of this match. I came to win this and they put you in my way. That means I will beat in order to do so. That’s just how it has to be. I want this more than you realize. More than you think you do. And so I come prepared to slay. Just like you said. You want to dance? Well you’re dancing with the dragon slayer. You’re dancing with the girl who has showed time and time again she could overcome the biggest obstacles. This is my next obstacle to overcome. And I will do it. I will be the Empress of Elite.